Bechloe Oneshots

Do you like the view?

Chloe's POV:

We had just come home after we had won the ICCA's. All the Bellas were downstairs in the living room, celebrating our victory, except for Beca. She had gone straight to her room and I was starting to get worried, so I went upstairs to check on her.

"Hey, Becs! Why aren't you comi-" I said while opening the door to her room, choking on my words, when I saw her. She was standing in front of her mirror, topless.

"Oh, hey, Chlo." She said nonchalantly, looking at me through the mirror. I averted my eyes, heat rising in my cheeks.

Beca turned around and took a few steps in my direction. I was still looking down; I could only see her feet getting closer.

"Don't be shy, Chloe. It's not like you haven't seen this before." She playfully whispered, while lifting my chin with her index finger, almost like she wanted me to look at her. I let my eyes wander from her face to her chest, biting my lip. Beca reached for the door and closed it.

"Do you like the view?" Beca teased and I didn't really know what was going on. I was just as turned on as I was confused.

"Beca, what's goin-" I was cut of by Beca, who put her finger on my lips.

"Shh. Answer the question, Chlo." She seductively demanded. "Do you like what you see?" She slowly repeated her question. She was still standing in front of me, topless only wearing a thong. I was getting turned on more and more by the second.

"Answer me." Beca ordered. I intensively stared into her eyes and nodded.

She came even closer, our bodies almost touching.

"It was obvious since the day you walked into my shower." She whispered in my ear. Her lips were so close, that they were brushing against it while talking. She cupped my cheek with her hand and pulled me in. In the most tender way, she brushed her lips against mine and I felt butterflies erupt in my whole body.

"Is this okay?" She asked seriously. Again, I could only nod and smile at her. I reconnected our lips, one of my hands in Beca's hair and the other one on her waist. She smiled into the kiss, deepening it moments later. Her tongue brushed against my bottom lip and I granted her access. Her hands were exploring my body. At some point she let one of her hands slide down to my butt grabbing it firmly and pulled me even closer. With her other hand, she was playing with my shirt. I gently pushed her away, making room for me to get rid of it. While I pulled the shirt over my head, I could feel Beca's gaze roaming over my body. I let the shirt fall to the floor, when Beca came closer again. She wrapped her arms around my back and unclasped my bra. Then she took the straps and slowly removed it completely. She kissed my neck up to my ear.

"You look hotter than I remember." She breathed into my ear and I lost it.

"Kiss me!" We roughly crashed our lips together. Beca picked me up, walked over to the bed and almost threw me down on it. She climbed on top of me and we started making out again. She had propped herself up on her knees and one arm. Her free hand was caressing my cheek, then my neck and then she let her hand slide further down to my chest. She stopped kissing me and stared into my eyes questioningly. I smiled at her, caressing her cheek with my hand.

"I want this, Becs. I want you."

Her hand started caressing my boobs, slowly kneading them, playing with my nipples. My hands were roaming over her body, when she stopped what she was doing. She took both of my hands and pinned them over my head. A mischievous smirk appeared on her face before she began kissing my boobs, sucking on my nipples every so often. I arched my back, trying to intensify the contact of my boobs and her lips. She smirked, looking into my eyes before she continued kissing my chest. She was gently kissing her way down to my stomach. Once she had reached the hem of my jeans, she looked up and let go of my hands, that were still pinned above my head. She opened the button and zipper of my jeans and tugged on it. I lifted my butt and Beca pulled down the jeans. Once I was lying there in just my thong, Beca gently moved her fingertips upwards over my thigh. Just before she reached my hip, I slightly opened my legs, hoping she would get the subtle hint. And she sure did.