of course🥰😘 this is with werewolf!calum. this one involves some sexy time with a teensy dash of dom!calum
12. “Oh, bite me.” “Don’t tempt me.”
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You’re in a mood. A mood where the full moon on Halloween has power over you and your hormones. The wolf inside of you is on the brink of snapping--to kill something or to have sex until the sun came up. You weren’t sure which one held more power.
Calum had been bustling around the house preparing for the get together you were hosting with Ashton and the rest of the pack members. He could sense your emotions and smell your arousal wherever he went in the house. Numerous times he asked you to help him clean up but you responded with attitude and did a different task.
“Can you control yourself, please?” he huffs throwing the door to your bedroom open. You decided to clean up in here rather than in the bathroom like he’d asked you to.
“Kind of hard tonight, don’t you think?” you snort gesturing towards the window. The moon started to rise higher, the brightness practically lit up the room.
“I meant in company, can you do that? Your scent is driving me crazy. Take care of it or I will.”
Before you can retort a smart comeback to his, he’s slammed the door shut. You hear him take a deep inhale, probably trying to get the scent of your heat out of his mind. You know it intensifies around this time but you aren’t enjoying this any more than he is.
You decided to keep a wide berth from him during the party, conversing with others while trying to keep yourself in check. You thought you were doing a pretty good job until you bumped into Calum.
Then it was like something shifted in the air between you. In one swift movement, he drags you away from the group of people and into your room. He pushes you against the wall, his own scent of arousal invades your nostrils and you preen.
“I thought I told you to behave.”
You gulp and lick your lips.
“I was.”
“No, I could smell you everywhere you went,” his hands roam down your sides and into the waistband of your leggings. His fingers tickle your skin of your stomach, inching lower. “This especially...” He cups your sex in his palm, he groans at how wet you are. “So warm and wet for me, hm?”
“Cal...” you whine inclining your hips hoping the action will cause his finger to dip into you.
“I don’t know if I should. You didn’t listen, and you’ve been bratty all day,” he removes his hand and you growl from the loss.
“Oh, bite me,” you snap attempting to break free from his arms.
He pushes himself against you, lips centimeters from yours.
“Don’t tempt me.”
Then he’s pulling down your leggings, his body following until he’s kneeling in front of you. He hitches a leg over his shoulder when you’re free ghosting his lips over the smooth inside of your thighs. He takes a bite and you gasp.
His breath is hot over your core, he flicks his tongue out in a teasing fashion.
“Dripping already, cupcake? Always have to clean up your messes,” he huffs then suctions his lips to your folds.
You gasp at the warmth of his mouth, your head hitting the door as your fingers fly into his dark hair. He licks and sucks with vigor, one hand on your thigh that’s over his shoulder, fingers squeezing while his other hand creeps towards his mouth. He inserts a finger, hooking it against that sweet spot inside you. It makes your stomach roll and a moan bubble from your lips.
It doesn’t take long for you to reach your orgasm but he keeps going and adds a second finger. He sucks on your clit, your body wriggles above him.
“Scream for me, come on,” he growls working his fingers faster. “Let everyone know how well I take care of you.”
He scissors his fingers faster, mouth working double time that has you doubling over as you’re wracked with intense pleasure. You let out a scream, he squeezes your thigh so tight you’re sure there will be bruises the size of his fingers.
When your body relaxes, he removes his fingers slowly and licks you clean until he’s satisfied. He slides your pants back up then tilts your chin forward so he can kiss you.
2k Celebration: dating werewolf cal and calling him Wolfie, playing w his hair and just generally being adorable, the second u leave hes Big Bad Alpha Cal and ppl give him shit for being so soft w u, until maybe one time someone threatens you and cal fucking,,,, loses it. No one makes fun of him after that lmao
I love talking about werewolf shit thank you so much for asking OK SO the first time you greet Calum with “sup, beastie boy?” in the pack house the e n t i r e p a c k holds their breath because if any one of them addressed him like that there’d be a confrontation for sure but Calum just smiles dreamily like he hasn’t noticed the entire pack is watching this and holding their breath and goes like “hey, buttercup, missed you” and everyone is very confused bc is this the same alpha they’ve been living with? But it’s nice because having you around really does make him more open and better at connecting with his pack and a better leader and the few times someone braves making a whip-cracking sound when you leave the room all they get is their alpha ducking his head all “shut up” like a kid with a crush and everyone loves it
but at the same time word gets around that Calum Hood is going soft and maybe at a meeting with a rival pack and one day you show up at the house and no one’s looking you in the eye and you’re like “…Cal what did I do?” and he gives you a little kiss on the forehead like “don’t worry about them, baby, you did nothing wrong” and you have to interrogate like three other wolves to find out what actually happened and eventually it comes out that at a meeting with a rival pack they said they heard he was getting weak because of you and that maybe you needed a real man to put you in your place and Calum snapped and chokeslammed the other pack’s alpha and very nearly wolfed out and clawed his throat out but he stopped himself and later when you confront Cal and ask why he didn’t say anything he tells you he didn’t want you to be afraid of him, even if he’d do it again in a second
🗣 you know who this be (i love you , congrats on 2k bub 💗💗) hit me with some uhhhh teen wolf type shit , maybe frat!cal?? oof, him almost losing his entire shit when he’s fucking into you so good and hard and making sudden eye contact to see his usual pretty brown eyes glowing a deep orange and he’s suddenly going harder and faster and switching you into so many positions and marking up at you, growling praises into your ear ... and then all sweet and soft for aftercare , ok thx!!!
I LOVE the frat addition maybe around campus everyone’s a little freaked out of his frat bc there’s like... something a little off but you’ve hung out with him a few times and he’s always been super nice and sweet with you so you think nothing of the rumours and even if the frat was creepy you wouldn’t really care bc he’s super good in bed but one night while you’re hooking up (you realize later it was getting closer to the full moon) he’s just super desperate and dominant and his pace is unrelenting and every time you’re close he pulls out and changes your position and your eyes are mostly closed from pleasure, let’s be real, but at one point when you’re on top of him and he’s fucking himself up into you with one hand around your throat you open your eyes and realize he’s staring into you with eyes glowing gold and even as you gasp Calum uses his grip on you to throw you down into the sheets and he growls out “get on your knees” and if your legs are weak he’d manhandle you into the position he wants you in and give it to you hard and the whole time he’d just be murmuring like “taking me so good, fuck, so good for me, aren’t you?” and he’d be slapping at your ass and digging his fingers into you so hard you get tiny bruises later and as he gets closer all that dirty talk reduces to “mine” and then after once he had caught his breath and he was sure his eyes were back to normal he’d take care of the condom or grab a cloth from the bathroom and clean you up, murmuring gently to you if you’re still sensitive, and kissing every innocent bit of skin he could find to say thank you and if you got the courage to ask about his eyes he’d pull you into his side and murmur “don’t worry about it. ‘s a condition” and pray he never had to tell you the truth. he could usually control this, but with you... something was different.
