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I have a weakness for mirio... (╥﹏╥)
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@miggiisdumb has the best anons, and this particular one has me foaming in the mouth at the thought of Werewolf Mirio
Please excuse any mistakes my attention is divided between a movie and alcohol and this drabble 😂
Sweet, caring Mirio who is so head-over-heels in love with you. Who was so nervous asking you out, so nervous on your first date. You honestly never would’ve guessed he was werewolf, if it wasn’t for his ears and tail that so obviously pointed it out. With him being so sweet and gentle, by time his heat came in you were expecting sweet, gentle loving.
You weren’t expecting him to shove your knees up to your shoulders, thrusting his thick cock in you with such force the bed creaked and hit the wall. His hair is disheveled, he’s smirking at you with blown pupils. He’s gripping the back of your thighs with enough force to bruise them.
He’s making your eyes roll back and your cunt ache with his relentless pounding. “Pussy so good for me, s’ wet.” He grunts, eyes moving down to your breasts that are jiggling with each thrust. “Need to fill you up with pups, huh?” He breathes, cock twitching at the mere thought of you full of his children. You moan at his comment, squeezing him so tightly he thought you might push him out of you.
His smirk grew, his breath coming out in huffs. “That want you want, baby? Want to stuff you full of puppies? Become my little breeder.” He grunted, almost moaning at the thoughts that now filled his mind. Your legs were shaking, one hand on the pillow below you and the other gripping his forearm tightly. You were practically gushing at his words, that knot deep in your belly tightening as he hit that spot inside of you. You were too fucked out for words.
He could imagine your belly swollen, your tits full with milk for his pups, and thighs thickening with the weight you’d gain from pregnancy. His eyes rolled back as his thrusts became harder, deeper in you as his new goal came to mind. He hardly noticed the way your back arched, cunt squeezing him like a vice as you came, choking on your moan. When he looked down you, he slowed, watching your hazy eyes look up at him with content.
But he wasn’t finished, oh he was far from it. You thought he was done when he pulled out, gasping in surprise when he flipped you over and onto your hands and knees. Mirio was not gentle when he shoved his cock back into you, pulling you flush with his hips everytime he sheathed himself inside you. “Gonna look so good... fill with my pups... s’ good...” He muttered, growling as he set a relentless pace. You knew, deep down, you would not walk tomorrow. And possibly not for the next week.
😳😳😳😳 fainted. .🔇🔈🔉🔊
How we feeling about werewolf Mirio?
Werewolf Mirio is the local werewolf- as in, everyone knows he’s a werewolf.
And how would anyone not know? He’s big, he’s scary, he has sharp teeth and claws and spoke with a growls rumble permanently stuck in his tone.
But he’s so sweet. Terribly so. Makes himself small and is constantly telling awful jokes that suck quickly disarm anyone that sees the intimidating wolf man. Loves landing a helping hand, wherever and whenever, and loves it even more when he makes the pretty lady in the flower shop smile and laugh.
Your shop is just so pleasant to be in, easy on his sensitive nose too, and your company is just so heartwarming as you entertain his bad jokes and silly antics. And he too plays along with your games, keeps his eyes closed and pretend he’s thinking about which flower you just held under his nose for him to sniff and guess the name.
God, he loves you so much. He wants to tell you but is a little reluctant because he knows that, despite how the townsfolk are so accepting of him, he was still different, still a monster, and he’s scared that you’ll see that too one day. You’ll eventually stop commenting on how cute his ears are and how fluffy his tail is, start noticing that he has really sharp fangs, has claws the can grip you still with fear of being teared to pieces.
Mirio refuses to bring any harm your way- that’s why he completely ceases to exist when his rut rolls by. During that time, all his thoughts were about you, but no longer giving you sweet kisses or getting that cute giggle out of you.
No, he thinks of pressing your ankles to your ears as he stretches your cunt open. He thinks of slobbering and slurping up all your juices (and he knows you’ll taste as good as you smell, his nose can always shamefully pick up when you got yourself off the day before). He thinks of plugging you up with his knot and shoot ropes of cum in your womb in such an absurd amount that would definitely make his seed catch and grow your belly round and heavy with his puppies- his puppies that would look like you, his puppies that will be taken care of by you, his puppies who’ll want more siblings and he’ll breed you all over again for both his and their sake.
For an entire week, Mirio fucks his fist raw with all those thoughts of you and his knot never went down once. His instincts spoke louder, told him to claim his mate once and for all.
Everyone knows Mirio disappears for a whole week but no one knows why. No matter how much reassurance told you that he’d pop back in life all fine and dandy- and truly, he does come back like nothing happened- you can’t stop yourself from worrying.
So you go to his house on the week he stopped stopping by your shop.
You knock at his door a few times, brows creased from beginning to end.
“Mirio? Are you alright? Are you in there…?”
His voice is almost unrecognizable muffled by the door, deep, gravely and animalistic.
“Go away.”
It zips the chilling shiver of fear with the way it sounded like a threat, but you pick up on how it sounded pained more than anything else. You couldn’t let your worried heart suffer any long so you dug out the spare key he had given you a few weeks back, for emergencies only.
The second you step into his house is the same second your cheek first on the ground, sun dress merciless ripped into raining confetti, a clawed hand on the middle of your back keeping you pinned down.
He growls again and this time, you come to the sudden realization that Mirio is a dangerous wolf.
“I told you to go away. It isn’t safe. It’s not safe around me. With you here, I- shit, fuck.” He’s words jumble, mouth visibly watering at your floral scent invading his senses. He curves over you and bites at your shoulder to keep you down, not enough to break skin, but had you yelping regardless.
He groans when he rubs his hard cock on your cunt, eyes fluttering at the feeling of your folds and slick on him, far more pleasurable than hours spent in his fist. Fuck, he could cum from this alone.
But Mirio still fights against his instincts, still clings to his guilt in disgust over what he’s doing to you as he kept grinding and humping your core. He growls a more apologetic whine this time.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I-I don’t want to hurt you but I can’t help it. That’s why I had to stay away. Fuck, I want you so bad, but I can’t hurt you.”
His brows pinch tight as he gnaws on your shoulder, clawing at the floorboard to not carve your back. He then feels your gentle touch on his cheek, snapping his eyes open to your face right nest to yours, your lips slightly parted in ragged breaths, eyes lidded. There was fear in them, but so much more than that.
“It’s alright, Mirio. I know you’d never hurt me. You’re the one in pain- probably have been for a long time.”
He reflexively growls when you shift under him, but you didn’t move away- just arched your back to stick your ass out some for him, used your hand to guide his throbbing cock to line with your pussy. He stutters weak protests, already losing his inner battle.
“It’s alright.” You breath again. “I trust you. You can do it, Mirio… you can have me.”
Mirio’s mind goes blank the minute he slides into you, foam gathering around his gritted teeth. He can’t bring himself to be gentle when he grabs your waist and slams forward to bottom out in one go, ears stinging with your shrill squeal. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust either and immediately fucks you like the wild dog he is, growling and drooling as his heavy balls slap on your clit, knot already swelling on the base.
You can only pant and claw at the floorboard for dear life. He was going in so deep, deeper than you could ever imagine while using your fingers at the thought of him. He was filling your every crevice too, probably making your tummy poke out with how big he really was. Like you were meant for him, you chanted broken cries of “Mirio, Mirio, Mirio” and he fucked you faster and harder and rougher, until his knot pops in and he collapses his weight on top you, fucking your cunt as deep as possible, completely oblivious to all the cream and cum he’s squirting out of you with each thrust or how he was melting your brain into his need breathing bitch.
In the small moments of lucidity between orgasms, he promised himself to properly nest and clean you up as his precious mate. It’s the least he could do as an apology for fucking the feeling right out of your legs.