Krampus Michael x Reader

Chapter 1: There is always one chapter for these smuts

Sin
You can never have enough, am I right?
And I'm about to add to my fire of damnation so here we gooooo
((Btw this literally has no plot at all and there's some grammar errors of course lol))

You couldn't wait.
Tomorrow was none other than Christmas morning, one of the most happiest times of the year!
Well, happiest for you and all the presents you get.
Being older, it was always hard to think about what you wanted.
What you wanted to ask for...
And little did you know that tonight was the night you get something you never asked for...but it was what you needed...

You closed your eyes, lying sprawled out in your bed under the large warm covers.
You felt a smile form on your face as you thought of what you hoped to unwrap in the morning.
Thinking about that always made you feel like you were young again, but you knew better now.
You knew Santa wasn't quite as real as you had once believed.
You sighed out as your wondering thoughts traveled, some slipping into a desire for love and passion mindlessly, until darkness washed over you.

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You felt something touching you slightly, leaving goosebumps on your skin, as you shuffled in your tiredness.
You felt the covers leave your body, as something cool and leathery made its way under your night shirt.
Rubbing your stomach and moving to touch and feel your chest and breasts.
Your eyes shot open and you felt panic set in your heart.
Someone was just grouping you in the dark.
You tried to move from the touch, but the leather hands pulled your chest, causing you to lie on your side.
You felt a large body conform around yours, your skin and underwear (just imagine you slept in underwear) feeling the cool leather touch now.
A face pressed its way over the side of yours, the man's cheeks resting on yours.
"You smell so sweet...little angel."
He whispered sensually in the pitch darkness of the room.
You were left speechless in your utter fear.
Your heart raced as one of the hands trailed to your neck, wrapped slightly around your throat.
One bad move, and you could end up strangled to death.
He than hooked one of his legs in between yours, bringing his lower half to meet yours as he rubbed the warm leather over your underwear and private lady parts.
"W-who are you?...what are you going to do to me?.."
You whispered.
You felt like crying and scared out of your mind as you tried to move, but his leg and arms kept you trapped.
His grip on your throat tightened, and you stopped moving in fear of it being any tighter and choking you.
"Shhh...quiet now. I'm here to give you a present..a gift of mine inside you....I am no St.Nick..."
You felt something warm with fur slide in between your legs, curling up to brush your stomach.
It felt like a...tail...
"...in fact, I'm the opposite of delectable treats like yourself.."
He said as squeezed your breasts in both of his hands now.
You gasped, feeling slightly drawn to the mystery man in your bed in the darkness.
His voice alone was alluring and he sounded younger than most perverts you could ever picture.
But it was wrong.
Horribly wrong.
You couldn't help but feel like an evil lustful curse was taking hold of you.

"...what..ahh.. are you?..."
You whispered, as he rubbed his tail over your clothed core, causing you to gasp at the feeling it gave you.
You were a virgin, nonetheless, but not one to deny pleasure when you felt it.
"I'm what humans call Krampus...a beast who devours those he finds to be so...."
He cocked his head to speaking into your ear directly.
"...delicious...."
The warm whisper left heat on not only your ear but in your cheeks and thighs.
"Y-you're gonna eat me?..."
You whispered.
"Darling..."
You felt the tail curve to move in your underwear, the fur tickling your already aching core.
"I'll do whatever you ask me too...."
You felt yourself twitch slightly out of pleasure when the fur moved over your core, the hair rubbing your clit as well.
"I can see you're quite...eager..."
You felt your heart racing and body feeling almost too hot in just your regular clothes.
You could already feel your tight underwear slightly tugged down your hips by the moving tail inside it.
The sweat building in your legs that were touched by the leather bodysuit the 'Krampus' wore.
His hands, you could feel had slight long black nails now, as they trailed to hold your breasts, flicking his leather fingers over your hardening nipples.
"How naughty of you...you deserved to be punished..."
He said in his sensually whispering voice.
"Just tell me what you want..."
He rubbed his fingers in your perky teats and drew circles on them.
"I can do anything you want angel..."
His constant asking and praising made you melt into him.
His touch also added to it, as you couldn't help but gasp and moan slightly at the sensations.
Your legs shuffling slightly in aching bliss.
You could feel your core melting already, oozing and pulsing as your breathes quickened.
"I-I...uhhh..."
You breathed heavily as his now wet tail moved to wrapped around the rim of your underwear, pulling it down further.
Leaving a sticky cool residue on your skin behind...
"Yessss...?"
You felt his hands move to lift brim of your shirt up, exposing your chest to the air and the sheets that you were lying on.
"I want...you..."
You said, feeling desire overtake your reason.
You knew it was bad and utterly the worst thing possible.
You even were scared of your parents hearing or finding you like this or dying at the hands of this mystery sensual creature.
But...it also gave you a thrill at the scandal...how scandalous this would all be. The thought of getting caught, dicked down, on your hands and knees and elbows with everything on display like an animal, by this creature made a strange form of lust germinate within your gut.
"Good..."
He said as he moved your
underwear down to your ankles and took them off completely with your help.
He took a deep breath, as if relishing some kind of scent in the pitch black room.
"Do you want it like this? Or doggy-style, love?"
He moved your thigh up in the air with his hand, exposing your core to the cool air, wet, as the warm leather bulge pressed against it.
You wanted it so bad that you ached for it.
Your back subconsciously curved to meet it and rest on the bump.