A/N: This is my first Pitch Perfect fan fiction, I've written for Gone with the Wind and the Hunger Games. Please follow, favorite and review if you want me to continue.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

I said, "No one has to know what we do,"

His hands are in my hair; his clothes are in my room

And his voice is a familiar sound,

Nothing lasts forever but this is getting good now

He's so tall and handsome as hell

He's so bad but he does it so well

"You really know how to make yourself comfortable, don't you?" Beca asked Jesse as he lay on her bed. She shook her head in mock annoyance as he grinned. This nerd. He had just invited himself over, claiming that since the Trebles won the riff off he could come into her dorm room. After much pleading and using the puppy dog face she let him in.

"Yeah," He says, patting next to him on the bed. Beca got up from her computer chair and walked over to lie down next to him. He starts to play the Breakfast Club. Beca sits back and watches as he plays the ending. She enjoys simply watching him as he spews facts about the actors and directors, mouthing the words or doing small gestures that go with the movie.

A smile ghosts over her lips when she sees him pump his fist up slightly when one of the characters does the same thing. Jesse starts mouthing some of the words to the movie and Beca can't help but watch the way his lips move. Beca had been so preoccupied watching him that she had not seen any of the movie.

"You're missing it." Jesse said, looking over at her. He was not sure if he actually saw what he thought he saw. Was she really watching him? He had done the same to her over time was careful enough to make sure she would not catch him.

Beca nods back and turns her head back towards the movie. She tried to ignore at how close they had been, they were a breaths length away from their lips touching. She couldn't let these silly thought of kissing him or anything like that into her mind. She didn't want to ruin their friendship but she had always secretly found him attractive. Why this nerd?

When Beca was going to sneak a look back at Jesse she caught him staring at her barely the length of a strand of hair away. Jesse leans in and Beca can feel his breath against her lips.

She has two choices; she could pull away and avoid him or kiss him and avoid him forever. When she decided on her first choice she learned that she was powerless to stop him or herself.

He leaned in closer and his lips brushed over hers. Beca was surprised at the electricity she felt flowing between them. He pulled back for a moment only a breath away from her lips; it was as if he was asking permission to continue. Something in Beca's mind snapped and she leaned back in and kissed him with an intensity that surprised Jesse.

He pulled her closer and ran his tongue along the seam of her lips. Beca willingly parted her mouth and their tongues battled for dominance. She could feel his hands burning through the fabric of her shirt, where his hands were perched on her waist.

Before Beca knew it she was straddling his hips and kissing him as if her life depended on it. They both were drunk on lust and there were almost no other sources that could convince them to stop. Part of Beca's mind screamed at her to stop but the other half of her refused to stop.

In his wildest dreams Jesse never expected this to happen. All he wanted to do was to show her a movie. One day he wanted this, though in a way today was not that way. Yet he had wanted this, but he felt as if he was taking advantage of her. Except Jesse knew that Beca would not do anything she didn't want to.

Her hands twisted his shirt and started moving towards its hem. She reached down and urged him to take it off. He agrees to her request and throws it off. She runs her hand down the planes of his stomach while the other is at the back of his head. He moans in appreciation and one of his hands start reaching for her shirt.

Beca pulls back just far enough to pull her own shirt off of her body. She flings it off and hopes that it doesn't land on Kimmy Jin's side of the room. Their kiss intensifies, if that is even possible. Beca's lust has gotten to a new level she was not aware of and it was because of this nerd. His hands run up and down Beca's stomach and she revels in the pleasure it causes. He starts kissing down her neck and an embarrassingly loud moan escapes her lips.

He nips at her collarbone and then sucks on it earnestly. From these small actions Beca can feel an animistic part of her awaken. Quickly he kisses down to the top of her breasts to the top of where her bra does not allow any further of her breasts. His hand sneaks behind her back and starts to mess with her bra. Chuckling, one of Beca's hands helps him undo the bra strap.

He throws the bra across the room and murmurs "Never have that on," Beca didn't stop to realize the implications of his words but tried to revel in the moment.

Beca could feel herself getting more and more wound up. She felt as if her mind was chanting at her to try harder and get more. More of what, she was not sure. One of her hands dipped down to his jeans and managed to undo his belt and buttons. He sucked in a breath at the feel of her hand brushing against his hard cock. Beca enjoyed the feeling of power she immediately felt from his reactions.

His pants slipped beneath his hips and Beca worked at pulling them down his legs. He eagerly helped and she grinned at him wiggling his hips for added effect. When she got his pants down his legs she pushed them out of their way. In return Jesse reached down and started to undo her pants. When he got those off he threw them and hoped she would never have to put them on. There Beca Mitchell was before him in only her bra and panties and he was astounded.

His eyes roved over her body and enjoyed each and every inch. His hand ghosted over her breasts and waited for a reaction. When she nodded enthusiastically his hand went around her back fiddling with her bra strap. Eventually he got it undone and threw the bra off where it landed on Beca's laptop that was still sitting open.

He started by palming her breast which made her eyes roll into the back of her head. Her breasts were the perfect size to him, he considered them perfect. Other guys would probably see them as 'too' small, but Jesse thought that she was perfect. He leaned down and placed kisses along the top of one of her breasts and her hands clenched and unclenched the sheets as his kisses got tantalizingly lower. She waited for him to reach the one spot where she really wanted him. He sucked her nipple into his mouth and she moaned in appreciation. His tongue flicked against the nipple while he stopped his ministrations on that breast and switched to the other.

One of his hands snuck lower and went inside her panties; it ghosted over her pubic bone and lightly touched her folds. She whimpered and tried to move her hips so he could touch her where she needed him to. One finger went through her folds and found her bundle of nerves. His finger circled her clit before applying slight pressure. She felt like she was being over washed with pleasure. All of his ministrations and it being him caused her orgasm to over wash her. She slumped down for a moment and knew that she needs more, she needs to feel more. She needs all of him.

"I need you," She said. Jesse looked up into her eyes. Ice blue meets chocolate brown and a question appears in one.

"I need you," Beca repeats, "inside me." She adds.

Jesse wastes no time in reaching down and pulling her panties down. Jesse takes his time pulling them down her legs; he places kisses down her legs after each inch her panties go down. To Beca it feels as if he is worshipping her body and to Jesse he feels like he is doing what is right to her body. Beca reaches down and starts tugging at his boxers. His large cock is straining through the material made Beca go crazy. Jesse let her remove his underwear and is thankful at the freedom that his dick is allowed after that.

Jesse positions himself at her entrance and rubs himself against her arousal. Beca moans at the small bit of contact. The feeling is almost freeing. He slips his tip in and groans at the feeling. He slams into her and is surrounded by her wet, hot, tight walls. His breathing intensifies and Beca is trying to keep her moans to a minimum.

Her legs lock around his waist allowing him to enter her at a new angle. Hitting her in the right spot inside of her. She moans almost embarrassingly loudly and Jesse grins at her vulnerability. He continues to slam into her harder and Beca is enjoying every single minute of it.

"Beca," Jesse panted as he tried to hold on. He knew that he would not be able to last long, he have been wanting this for far too long; little did he know that Beca feels the same way.

"I'm close," Jesse choked out, trying to regulate his breathing.

"Me too," Beca said, feeling the tingle at the base of her spine.

"Oh my god," Jesse muttered as he was thrown over the edge. At the feeling of his orgasm, it triggered her own. She slumped against the mattress and he pulled himself out of her and rolled onto his side. They lay in silence, trying to regulate their breathing and calm their racing heart.

Beca could not believe what had just happened between them, they had done one of the most intimate things done between two people. She was also amazed at how good he was at it. Beca looked out of the corner at him to see his chest going up and down wildly. She bit her lip and considered a possibility. For some reason she didn't want him to leave just yet.

"Ready for round two?" Beca asked. Jesse's eyes widened and looked over at her. The room was silent while Beca hoped that he would not just get up, gather his clothes and leave.

Another moment passed before he nodded and sat up. He quickly flipped her over so she was on all fours. Beca was taken by surprise at his sudden movement but quickly righted herself in the brief moment she had.

In the next second Jesse had filled her to the hilt for the second time that day.

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The sun was shining through the curtains in Beca's dorm room. She knows that she should have closed that the night before. Why was she awoken from one of the best night's sleep that she had ever had? Looking over at her alarm clock, she saw that it was seven forty five. Crap, she has Bellas rehearsals at eight.

Beca tried to sit up but felt a weight around her. When she shifted her head so she was looking to the side she saw that Jesse was spooning her from behind, with his arms wrapped around her and their legs tangled together. She was actually very comfortable and didn't want to move, but more she wanted to get out of there before he woke up. She was freaked out and wanted to run. She was not sure how to deal with these types of situations. A kiss had escalated into sex, nice job just being friends.

She carefully removed herself from his arms and got out of bed. Thankfully Kimmy Jin had not returned to their dorm last night and hopefully would not return until after Jesse left. Beca scampered over to her closet and pulled on a pair of skinny jeans and a tank top, good enough for a Bellas rehearsal. She went into the bathroom and pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail and put on a line of eyeliner. Deeming her look good enough she slipped on a pair of shoes and looked back at her bed.

Jesse was snoring softly and his chest moved up and down rhythmically. She resisted the thought to leave a note for him, he probably didn't think much of last night.

She hesitantly walked to her door and opened it closing it behind her. Little did she know that right after she closed the door Jesse bolted up in her bed.