PROMPT: ok, i'll say it: PLEASE finish the Blood Moon prompt, bc let's be real, we ALL want were!Chloe smut
[A/N: I'm terrible at smut, so so bad at it, go easy on me!]
Chloe's nails dug into her sides, not enough to draw blood, never enough to draw blood. It made her stomach flip, mouth dry and unruly as she felt the girl drag her tongue against her bottom lip, begging for access. Her taste was sweet and strong, alluring as if it pulled the younger girl in.
Beca pulled her close, legs wrapped around Chloe's mid-section as she tangled her fingers in coppery gold locks. "We should," She mumbled into the kiss "this is dangerous, Chlo."
"So am I," she purred, moving her touch from Beca's soft mouth before nipping lightly at her jaw, letting Chloe place her hands on her collarbone. "You don't seem so scared of me, though."
"Because I'm not." Beca let her head fall back slightly, neck cold against the wooden cabinets. That's where they kept the mugs; the mismatched ones that they collected in their travels. They got one every time they went out of state, even if they were crappy and from run-down gas stations. It was their little tradition. Beca would choose one randomly to give her girlfriend coffee in, and Chloe would try to guess even though she never got it right. "I'm afraid of sitting on a knife."
"Hmm," Chloe paused in her movements. "We can be careful."
"I don't heal like you do, babe." The brunette laughed slightly, placing her hands on her girlfriend's shoulders. She looked gorgeous, the moonlight streaming through the open kitchen window was refreshing and paled her features. Each time she shifted her stare its rays caught her blue irises, flashing them with an aurum glow. "If I sit on a knife, my ass is decommissioned for a good month and a half."
"We can't have that, now can we?" She chuckled a soft and encouraging sound despite the dark color of her stare. Chloe hooked her hands around Beca's thighs, pulling her close as she lifted her from the counter- the girl drawing in a sharp breath as she allowed herself to press into Chloe's chest, breathing in her scent. She wasn't used to being carried- not in this aspect, but it was better than the alternative.
Chloe held her close, the shorter girl wrapping her arms around Chloe's neck as she stabilized herself, letting the woman walk them into the living room- a quaint little area that was more modern than Chloe ever saw herself living in. But it fit the two of them well- it was cozy.
Beca let out an audible gasp as her back came into contact with the cold leather of the sofa, her t-shirt riding up to expose her skin. Goosebumps raised across her arms Chloe settling almost on top of the girl, her knee pressing into her core. "Better?" She rumbled.
"Better," She said through a long exhale, letting her girlfriend take the lead once more. She had questions, she had a lot of questions. Mainly of which included that of what Chloe did to Aubrey to spook her so much when it came to the Blood moon. But her mind wandered, snapped almost instantly the second she felt Chloe's clawing touch and hot breath on her collarbone. The girl was just hovering over her, bodies pressed close as she stared at the young brunette, her eyes combing through every inch of her body.
"Does this have to do with the moon?" Beca asked cautiously, not wanting to upset the woman practically straddling her at this point.
"Would it change things if it was?" The older woman cocked a perfect eyebrow, eyes darting down to her girlfriend's lips towards the end of the sentence. Beca shook her head no, earning a fast smile as Chloe cupped Beca's face, pressing her mouth gently against the girls. They worked together like a well-oiled machine, Chloe wrapping her fingers around the base of Beca's shirt, soft growls moving from her lips each time she felt the scalding touch of another.
"Ah," Beca scolded, "Aubrey got me this shirt."
"Your point?" Chloe took the soft chuckle and clumsy shrug as a sign that it didn't matter too much- some novelty shirt from when the weather girl went to the Grand Canyon. It was Beca's cooking shirt, already ruined from burns and different splashback. Her point was, she didn't have one.
The sound of fabric breaking at the seams filled the room, it was almost as if Chloe had practice, easily tearing it away with such a swift movement. Beca felt a rush of cool air as she bucked closer to her girlfriend, craving her touch as soon as the cool air hit her mid-section.
She let Chloe drag her nails down her stomach, sucking in a sharp breath as a stinging sensation pressed against her skin, the woman soothing it almost immediately as she moved her tongue over the red marks she had just created. She moved down, trailing open mouth kisses down the tender area as she let out a deep and primal hiss that sounded more like a rumble from the edge of her chest.
Beca crumbled under the subtly of the touch, Chloe messing with the iron button of her jeans, it made her squirm, almost embarrassed by the effect the woman had on her after such a long time. A simple prospect of something more was enough to almost capsize this whole thing. Chloe knew how to drag things out, to tease her until she was practically begging to be fucked.
"Chlo," Was all she groaned, the older woman smiling into her actions as she unhooked the offending object, Beca not being told twice that she needed to lift up, it was almost routine at this point- the first couple of months, Chloe had to demand her through the actions, the tiny DJ so stricken with Chloe as a being that she was rendered useless until she came to her senses.
Chloe didn't' waste much time pulling the articles of clothing away from her girlfriend, leaving her a naked mess on their sofa, just waiting to be touched. She would make her wait too, not giving in as fast as her wolf wanted her to. She growled, kissing lower than before, paying attention to the sound of Beca's heartbeat filling the room.
"Please," She heard Beca squeak out, the first bit of her unraveling. It made Chloe smirk, in a way, she had won, her mouth dropping down below Beca's thighs as she breathed in her thick scent, making contact with the tender skin, still teasing the girl that writhed beneath her. She attempted to buck forward, but Chloe wouldn't grant her that pleasure- not yet.
"Be patient,"
"Fuck."
She loved when Beca got restless. The girl usually held such composure, such utmost control. It wasn't a phrase that Chloe was used to, she often let her animalistic instinct take over- but here, right now, she was the one calling all the shots and Beca was at her forlorn mercy. Chloe traced her subtle touch against Beca's slit, she was wet, the younger woman digging her fingers into Chloe's hair almost urging her forward.
In one swift movement, she surged forward, tasting the woman she had made hers. Beca drew in a thick breath, so fast that it made her throat burn. Chloe's touch was something she craved more than anything- and had finally been granted, her body buzzing under her fast and precise movements. Her mouth was dry and tasted of copper, moans muffled as she bit down on her forearm to keep the neighbors from wondering- to keep them from interrupting like last time.
Chloe was always good when it came to stuff like this, to take it fast, but slow enough to bring Beca to the edge, her stomach dropping each time the redhead pressed close to her wall, she slowed her movements, knowing from years when Beca was getting close to the edge. The edge that she had pulled her to and kept her at for a few moments.
"Chlo, please" She repeated from earlier, a fine layer of sweat coating every inch of her bare skin.
Without a word, Chloe pressed closer, feeling her girl tightened around her touch, bucking forward to push herself ever so flush against the woman she loves. Beca's teeth dug into her skin as she swallowed back a scream- nails pushing into Chloe's scalp as she fisted the hair between her grasp.
Every part of her was shaking, breath ragged and labored as she felt Chloe pull away, it almost elicited a whimper from her throat, chest heaving up and down as the wolf pulled herself into a straddling position over her mess of a girlfriend. She looked proud of herself, the same golden stare glowing brighter than it had been before.
"Wow," Beca husked, swallowing thickly as Chloe dipped down and pressed her lips chastely against the tiny brunette, the girl practically tasting herself with the small gesture. "That was-"
"Just the start," Chloe mumbled, drawing in a thick breath as she dropped her hand between Beca's legs once more.