hello naughty children its murder time

g/p! warning. i'm not usually into this stuff, but i firmly believe that kommissar has a peen.

takes place right after the riff off, at the party in the bald dude's house. just smut for now, may turn into something else. idk. just tell me what you think.

ALSO, i feel like i should mention that they're both sober, cuz so far i'm seeing a lot of fics where becommisar hooks up drunk? idk maybe i'm imagining things

AU where beca and jesse are just pals

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Bass blasted from the main dance hall, reverberating against every wall in the mansion. But it just barely reached a room in the far corner of the basement, a room that a certain rivaling pair had found in an arousal-hazed stupor. A small, clammy hand held delicately by a gentle, smooth-skinned one, they led one another down the hallway, giggling and nipping at each other's necks.

The taller of the two women pushed Beca against the door, knocking it open, and causing the short brunette to walk backwards until she found a couch to sit on. Their lips still locked, Kommissar effortlessly flipped Beca so that she was straddling her lap.

Leather… Pants…

Beca could hardly process what she was feeling. Soft hands ran under her shirt and up her waistline. Her German enemy was so much bigger than she was, Beca practically fit in her hands. It made her yelp softly, to feel like she was submitting to this powerful woman. The woman in question responded with a toothy grin, pressing her lips to the Bella's again.

Beca couldn't help but grind down into Kommissar's lap. Suddenly, she felt something against her. Something hard. It caused her to peep again, and she felt a flood of warmth and wetness between her legs as she realized exactly what it was that she'd felt.

"I'm sorr- I, just…" Beca had no idea how to process this information, let alone how react to it.

Kommissar, meanwhile, felt her cheeks grow hot. She didn't think things would go this far. She'd never been this far with anybody. She'd always wondered how she'd handle this situation when it eventually arose, but considering that she was a 'spur-of-the-moment' kind of girl, she hadn't ever put any planning into it. The blonde opened her eyes, and looked at the small, mousy, woman with concern.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I just… I don't- wasn't, I… Can I?" Beca was nothing short of a flustered, blushing, mess. If she'd expected anything, it wasn't this. But she most definitely was not disappointed.

Kommissar's eyes lit up in the dark room. She tried to conceal her excitement.

"Can you…?"

Beca's mind was so under the powerful blonde's trance that she could barely speak. Instead, she kissed the woman again, gently, and held eye contact as she slid off her leather-clad lap and onto her knees. Keeping their blue eyes locked, Beca gently placed a tiny hand on Kommissar's knee, slowly sliding it upwards until her hand was lightly palming Kommissar's bulge.

Silence. Still staring into each other's eyes. Beca's hand on Kommissar's dick. Beca blinked twice before the tall blonde nodded furiously, grateful that Beca couldn't see her blush in the darkness.

"Y-yes, you can."

She's flustered? Beca's mind was going a million miles a minute. What the fuck am I doing? How did I get here? Jesus christ, this is hot. Is this it? Is tonight The Night? Am I gonna suck this hot German lady's dick?

Beca licked her lips, unbuttoning Kommissar's pants. The blonde lifted her hips a bit so Beca could coax them down her toned thighs, allowing her hard member to bounce forwards.

Je-sus H Christ.

Beca had no idea that this is what she'd wanted, but now she knew, and she'd never wanted anything more. She looked up at Kommissar once more before spitting into her hand and wrapping it around her warm cock. Kommissar swallowed thickly, throwing her head back against the couch, and let out a low moan. She gently rested her hands on the tiny brunette's shoulders, taking Beca by surprise with the delicate gesture.

Beca pumped Kommissar in her hand a few times before growing impatient. She spread the blonde's knees a little more so she could inch forward and hungrily take Kommissar in her mouth. A surprisingly high-pitched whimper slipped from Kommissar's lips as Beca's tongue explored the tip of her dick. Even though Beca had never given head before, her hunger for Kommissar somehow helped her know exactly what to do.

After a moment of having Beca between her legs, Kommissar found it in her to push Beca away.

"I don't want to finish like this, darling…" she panted, smiling, her eyelids heavy. "Unless, of course, you don't feel comfortable-"

"No!" Beca stammered. "No, I want to- I've never…" her cheeks blushed into a deep pink. "Been with anyone… Like that, but I would like to, if you-"

Kommissar couldn't wait any longer. Beca said yes, that's all she needed. She tore her own mesh shirt off as she stood. She lifted Beca under her armpits, laying her down on the couch. She kissed her hungrily while she carefully took Beca's clothes off, appreciating each newly revealed part of Beca along the way. Finally she came between Beca's legs. Kommissar glanced up at the smaller woman before proceeding, taking her desperate pants and moans as a "please fucking continue". She was happy to oblige, pressing her comparatively large thumb against Beca's clit. Beca still swears she's never felt anything quite like it.

Beca was sopping wet, making it practically effortless for Kommissar to slide inside her. They both gasped at the sensation, pausing to soak in the moment.

But it didn't last long, Kommissar almost immediately found her footing, and started pounding into Beca. It was almost animalistic, the way the two of them growled and grasped at each other. Kommisar's left hand found Beca's, lacing their fingers together while pinning her hand above her head.

Is she holding my hand? She's holding my hand- FUCK!

They both found their orgasms building quickly, their gasps becoming more and more desperate as Kommissar grabbed Beca's hip with her free hand so she could pound into her, harder and deeper. As soon as she did this, they felt themselves simultaneously fall off the edge.

Kommissar collapsed, rolling onto her back on the carpeted floor. Beca, chest heaving, slid from the couch into the blonde's arms. Beca's hand found Kommissar's again, holding on tightly as they both tried to process what'd just happened.