cw: just pure smut + werewolf!miguel x reader, cause he won the poll and i wanted to get my crazy out before i start writing something longer.
Ruminating on the idea of Werewolf!Miguel expending all of his rut energy on you. Bending you nearly in half so he can bite into the plushness of your belly before he drags his tongue down the back of your thigh, just above the hood of your clit.
Werewolf!Miguel who tongue fucks you without mercy, dipping the muscle deep within your folds, growling low and hungry in his chest at the taste of you. Eats you messy and thorough, until you drip down his chin, soaking the bed below you.
Werewolf!Miguel who is rougher than he’d originally planned, blood rushing with unspent energy, the looming certainty of his rut forcing him to grind his teeth rather than sink them into the skin of your chest, throat, or thighs.
Werewolf!Miguel who shoves you further up the bed a bit too quickly, causing your head to thud against his headboard. Werewolf!Miguel who uses all of his remaining willpower to stop his actions for a moment, who rubs his hand over the crown of your head, haphazardly searching for a bump. When he doesn’t find anything, he lowers himself again, spreading your legs, and slotting his mouth over your heat.
Werewolf!Miguel who revels in the sound of you moaning above him, your hips twitching towards him when he drags his tongue through the lips of your cunt, swirling the tip of it over your clit and sucking hard. Who palms at your ass, sinking his fingers into the flesh and groaning low and desperate at the taste of you.
Werewolf!Miguel who grinds his erection against the soft sheets below him, losing himself in the sensory heaven that is your body. Your entrance pulses and clenches around nothing, entreating him to fill you up, like he was born to do, to fulfill his biological imperative and sink balls deep.
Werewolf!Miguel whose rut makes it easy for him to get carried away, picturing himself as a huge, looming predator, implacable in his pursuit, desperate to breed, to sow seed and watch it fucking bloom, who can't bite you, shouldn't bite you, knows the risks but doesn’t really care when he gets to french-kiss his mate's pussy.
Werewolf!Miguel who despite his brooding, severe nature is a talker, a goader, a teaser in bed, who is now silenced by the almost painful compulsion to fuck you stupid. Who pulls away from your swollen cunt to flip your positions, who would've fucked you through the mattress if he was any further gone.
Werewolf!Miguel who is so deep in his need for you, he can barely restrain himself from fucking into your fist as you try to line the head of his dick up to your entrance. Who fidgets and moans when his tip kisses your clit, your ass, before notching inside you.
Werewolf!Miguel who laments that his slavering, near angry, desire has you shoving the webbing of your hand into his panting mouth to save your throat and shoulders from any aching half crescents. Bouncing on his cock while he whines high and keening, arching his back and planting his feet so the tip of his cock gets as close to your womb as physically possible.
Werewolf!Miguel who howls loud and desperate as your insides milk him for everything he has, who’s knot swells and catches near instantly, ensuring every bit of his cum finds purchase inside you, fills you with no mercy.
yeah…
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Just a thought: Miguel x werewolf s/o
Warnings: Allusions to sex, but no explicit descriptions or mentions.
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He comes back after a long day at work and goes straight to bed. You follow and quickly snuggle up under the covers with him.
You ask him about his day and he tells you about some villain who kept evading his grasp, but who he managed to catch in the end.
"You want me to bite his arm off?" You ask him, pretending to nip his nose. He gives you a tired smile and presses a kiss to your forehead.
"Show me those pretty little fangs of yours, querida," he commands, pressing his thumb into your bottom lip so your mouth parts for him. You lower your canines and he smiles at the sight of them - they look so much prettier on you than on him, he always thinks.
"And those pretty little claws of yours?" You raise your hand obediantly and let your claws snap out. He brings your hand to his mouth and presses soft kisses to your knuckles. You wear them so much nicer than he does, he thinks to himself.
"And what about that pretty little tail of yours?" He slides his hand down your body, following the curve of your ass. You let your tail pop out and he brushes it gently, admiring how soft your fur feels between his fingers. He leans forward to give you a kiss and grins against your lips when he feels your tail start to wag with delight.
He sinks his teeth into your lower lip and you return the favour by tugging on his ear. The rest of the night follows with the two of you nipping and scratching at each other playfully - never violent, always sweet, like the wolf pups who would practise wrestling each other when they were still too small to fight.
He makes sure to cover himself up before he returns to work the next day, hiding the scratches you left running down his back and the bite marks you sprinkled along his neck and shoulders - reflections of the claw marks littered around your thighs and the imprints of his fangs scattered all over your breasts and ass.
He never thought he'd meet a monster so sweet, so kind and so gentle, and you never thought you'd meet an alpha so caring, so protective and attentive. The both of you might have been outcasts amongst your own, but together, you're the same. You're complete.
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