Okay, I tried really hard to think of something better for the Disney prompt than smut, I really did. But, alas, it did not work. So now you have an E-rated Disney Bechloe Week fic. It's embarrassing. I'm sorry.
In the words of Fat Amy, "Avert your eyes or take it all in!"
Beca Mitchell will do just about anything for Chloe Beale.
One time, Chloe locked herself out of the Bella house and Beca walked all the way from her internship during her lunch break to give Chloe her keys. Another time, Chloe had been having horrendous period cramps and was craving her favorite ice cream that was only found at one store nearly 30 miles away. Without a second thought, Beca drove there and back to get Chloe that specific brand. More than once, Beca has held Chloe's hair while she threw up after Bella/Treble parties. On one occasion, Beca even watched all three High School Musical movies with Chloe and kept her complaints to a minimum.
And that was all while they were just friends. Since becoming a couple following Beca's breakup with Jesse after her junior year, Beca's willingness to support Chloe has only increased.
Beca will do just about anything for her girlfriend.
However, that does not extend to participation in Chloe's idea for Halloween costumes. Matching Halloween costumes. Matching Disney princess Halloween costumes, specifically, meant for use at the annual Treble Halloween bash.
Chloe had suggested it casually over dinner about two weeks before Halloween. At first, her plea for the others to join in had been met with a ringing silence. Beca had been secretly delighted, hoping that the plan for matching costumes would fail before it even started. Then, to her dismay, Flo had broken the ice by asking if Chloe was planning on dressing as Ariel.
Chloe had wrinkled her nose at the thought and replied, "Nope, I'll be Merida. Ariel makes me mad because if I were a mermaid, I'd have stayed that way instead of chasing after some idiot guy." Despite that good point, Beca had been disappointed that Chloe would not be spending time clad only in a clamshell bra. She was snapped from her fantasy when a small riot had broken out at the Bella table, analyzing Ariel's potential father issues.
It had only gone downhill from there. Following the debate over Ariel – who, they determined, clearly did have father issues – Chloe had eyed each of the Bellas in turn, waiting for their answer to her proposal. Under Chloe's glare, Amy had elected to join in on the Halloween theme with a shrug and said, "As long as I can be Fat Cinderella, you have a deal."
Emily, of course, had squealed – actually squealed – with excitement and had sprung up from her chair (she often ate dinner with the Bellas, despite living in the dorms) up to the balls of her feet. She had immediately called dibs on Snow White, which Beca thought suited her well. She really wouldn't put it past Emily to sing to local woodland creatures, the extent of which at Barden might be a lone squirrel.
Flo, on the other hand, had been downright offended at the suggestion and had said heatedly, "Until there is a Guatemalan princess, I refuse."
Cynthia-Rose had scoffed openly and laughed, not bothering to give a specific reason.
Stacie, though, under Chloe's pleading gaze, had agreed to the costume idea relatively quickly. She had stipulated, however, that she needed to be Jasmine in order to "maintain her sense of body image." Beca had snorted at that; she knew full well that Stacie only wanted to be in a costume that showed as much skin as possible, cultural appropriation be damned.
Next in the line was Lilly, who had muttered under her breath, "I'm already wearing my costume," which had made Beca move her chair away from her slightly.
Then it had been Beca's turn. She had elected to remain silent rather than voicing her thoughts, not wanting to be banished to the couch for the next two weeks. "Beca?" Chloe had asked tentatively. "I think you'd make a great Belle." Beca had tried to keep the disgust from her face, merely shrugging noncommittally while the Bellas all whistled at her. Chloe had, thankfully, chosen to move on and talk about something else.
Ashley and Jessica hadn't been in attendance at the dinner, having been watching a movie at the time, but no one noticed their absence until much later.
Since then, Chloe hasn't pressured any of the Bellas to participate. Beca's waiting anxiously for the other shoe to drop; she thought for sure Chloe would be all over her, trying to wrestle her into a Belle costume. But no. It really hasn't come up between them. Beca is suspicious. She can't quite believe that she'd gotten off the hook so easily. But as the days pass without mention of the Disney theme, she starts to breathe a little more easily.
That is, until she wakes up in the room she shares with Amy on the day of the Treble party to see an enormous, obnoxiously yellow dress placed in her desk chair. Belle's dress.
No. Unacceptable.
"CHLOE!" she bellows, startling Amy awake in the bed next to her.
"What, babe?" calls Chloe in a singsong voice from down the stairs.
Beca rolls her eyes at Amy's tired grin. "You know what!" she yells back.
"The party starts at 8!" is Chloe's only reply.
Beca is fuming. She spends the entire day thinking of reasons she hates this. She really doesn't want to be a Disney princess. She'd never been all that into Disney as a kid because she'd thought (and still does think) that movies with singing in them are lame. Plus, most of the princesses' stories center around men, so that's irritating.
Though, she has to admit, out of all the Disney princesses, Belle is probably the least annoying. She likes books, so that's cool. She turns down the town's most eligible bachelor for a giant scary beast, which is awesome. All the same, developing Stockholm syndrome isn't a great story line to tell kids.
Beca watches the clock as the day drags on, knowing that she'll eventually have to make a choice: either refuse and disappoint Chloe or agree and make a fool of herself while pleasing Chloe. It's a tough decision. She doesn't move when she hears the others getting ready. Doesn't move when Amy gets dressed in her own white Cinderella ballgown. Doesn't even move when Amy leaves, fully costumed, to join the other Bellas downstairs.
Which is why, when Chloe climbs the stairs to Beca and Amy's room, dressed in her Merida costume complete with a fake bow and arrow, Beca is still sitting on her bed in a tank top and jeans, staring at the dress with extreme dislike.
"Beca?" asks Chloe, confused, as she sets down the bow and arrow. "Why aren't you ready? The party is in an hour."
"So I have fifty-seven minutes. Excellent."
Chloe rolls her eyes and says, "Except no, you don't, because we were going to head over early and help set up. Besides, it'll take longer than three minutes for your hair. And makeup. And earrings."
Beca's expression becomes more incredulous with each thing Chloe lists. It all sounds so awful. "Chloe…" she whines. "I really don't want to be Belle."
Chloe stares at Beca as though she'd kicked her puppy. "But Beca," she pouts, lip jutting out, "we already have the costume and it's a theme!"
"Four people don't make a theme," Beca deadpans, wondering why Chloe can't see that.
"But five do!" Chloe argues. "And look, you'll be the fifth!"
"Chlo…" Beca sighs, looking down at her lap. She knows she's being stubborn, but she can't stand wearing dresses.
There's a pause and Beca glances up to see Chloe watching her thoughtfully. "What can I do to convince you?" Chloe eventually asks slowly.
"Nothing," huffs Beca grumpily. She hates yellow with a passion.
"How about…" Chloe bites her lip, thinking, then brightens. "I'll buy you dinner at Chipotle whenever you want for a month?"
Beca's eyebrows lift. Well, if that's how they're going to do things… "I like that," she concedes, "but I'm gonna need a little more."
"Um, I won't make you do cardio at rehearsal for two weeks?" suggests Chloe, looking at Beca hopefully.
"Keep going…" Beca twirls a hand in the air, reveling in her new power.
Chloe starts to look somewhat put out that Beca hasn't agreed to anything yet. She watches Beca calculatingly, making a slight sense of foreboding sweep through Beca's body.
"Fine," Chloe says decisively, triumph in her eyes. "How about if you don't, no sex for two weeks?"
Beca's mouth falls open at the injustice. "Dude, you can't just –" she begins, then stops herself abruptly. Okay, if that's how Chloe wants to do this. Two can play at that game. "That's okay," she says, enjoying the stunned expression on Chloe's face. "You'll just have to suffer along with me, then."
She can tell that hadn't occurred to Chloe, who clicks her tongue impatiently. "Beca! Put on the dress!" she exclaims, frustrated by Beca's stubbornness.
"Make me."
The words leave Beca's mouth before she can stop them. The second she realizes what she's said, her stomach drops and she's reeling, trying to think of how she can take it back, but it's too late. A wicked smile spreads over Chloe's face; she looks predatory, terrifying. Sexy.
Beca swallows hard.
Chloe's grin widens and she takes one step closer to Beca. "Okay. How about a little… bribery? To 'make you,' as you said."
Beca scrambles off the bed to stand in the middle of her room, incredibly jumpy and strangely aroused. "Isn't that what we're doing?" she asks in a high voice. God. If Chloe's about to do what she thinks she's going to do… well. That's just cheating.
"I meant," Chloe purrs out, suddenly moving closer to trail a finger down Beca's chest, between her breasts and to her stomach, "like this."
Beca is rooted to the floor, unable to move. Her breath quickens and her hands ball into fists at her sides. Chloe is so cheating.
"Oh," Beca manages to squeak before Chloe flings her arms around her neck pulls her into a searing kiss.
There's no soft and slow start. Chloe's tongue is immediately flicking against Beca's, Beca having gasped in surprise at the initial force of the kiss. Beca's body responds before her brain can catch up, her hands flying to the satin dress at Chloe's waist and her own lips and tongue moving with Chloe's, trying desperately to keep up. Chloe snares her lower lip between her teeth to give it a gentle tug, something she knows gets Beca going.
Again, cheating.
A bolt of heat shoots between Beca's legs and she can't stop the whimper that escapes her throat, spurring Chloe on. Hands move from Beca's neck to slide into her hair and Chloe changes the angle of their kiss, deepening it even further. Reflexively, Beca clutches at Chloe's hips until she finds herself being forced backward blindly, her back hitting the wall behind her with a loud thud. She's momentarily concerned about the presence of other Bellas in the house but stops caring the instant Chloe's mouth moves from her lips to her neck.
Her eyes flutter as Chloe presses her lips to the sensitive skin, occasionally grazing it with her teeth and sucking lightly. Beca knows she'll bruise, but she's so overwhelmed with Chloe, Chloe everywhere that it doesn't matter. Chloe's hands have somehow arrived on her hips, pressing her firmly against the wall, the pressure there making her lower stomach swirl in anticipation. Beca's hands rise on Chloe's back to trail her fingers up and down, dragging her nails over the material of the costume. She can feel Chloe shiver at the sensation, which heightens her own need.
She vaguely recalls that this whole thing had started for a reason and that she'd had a goal in mind, but she can't quite remember what it was, her entire body suddenly feeling warm. It's not until Chloe's tongue flattens on her neck and drags upward, making her head thud back against the wall, that she remembers the dress and the party.
Okay, Beca thinks as Chloe presses even closer, she'll go to the party, but not as Belle. Her body is on fire now, the growing heat between her legs screaming at her to keep going, to not let Chloe stop, but they have a party to get to and the Bellas are here and it takes all her will to say –
"Chlo, we don't have time," she gasps frantically.
Chloe nips at her ear before whispering, "So you'll wear the dress?"
"N-no," Beca shudders as Chloe growls and switches to the other side of her neck. "I hate yellow, and it'll take too long."
"We'll just be late," Chloe rasps, her voice husky. She recaptures Beca's lips in her own at the same time she raises both hands to cover Beca's breasts over her bra and tank top. Beca hears herself make an embarrassingly loud keen against Chloe's mouth at the contact as she arches forward, pressing into Chloe's hands. Chloe hums in response, still licking into Beca's mouth, and runs her thumbs over Beca's nipples through her clothes repeatedly.
Beca exhales noisily, finally pulling her face away from Chloe's to latch her own lips onto Chloe's neck, trapping Chloe's hands against her chest. One hand grips Chloe's lower back, pulling her even closer, while the other supports the back of Chloe's neck as she bites down gently on her pulse point. She feels more than hears Chloe's high whimper; that spot always works. Her hands tighten on Chloe, desperate to keep hearing the noises she makes. Beca knows she's already wet; she can feel it with every shift of her weight. If she's honest with herself, it had been building from the moment Chloe had started bribing her.
Chloe's fingers rub again over her nipples through her clothes and Beca's hips press forward involuntarily into Chloe, whose breath catches. For a moment, Beca is embarrassed by how turned on she is, how needy she feels, how much her core is already throbbing, even though they have a party to go to but then Chloe moves impossibly closer to pin Beca against the door and presses her thigh between Beca's legs.
"Oh my God."
Beca groans at the contact, breaking their kiss, and her body automatically drops to grind against Chloe's leg. Chloe's hands drop from her breasts to her to tug on her hips, encouraging Beca's rolling. But Chloe's damn dress is in the way, preventing them both from moving as fluidly as they normally do, so Beca's hands move to the back of Chloe's neck, scrabbling for the clasp of the costume. She finds it and releases it, immediately drawing the zipper down Chloe's back. Chloe steps away from Beca just long enough to shimmy the dress off, leaving her in her bra and underwear. Beca shivers at the sudden loss of contact, only for Chloe to press into her again.
"You know," Beca pants as Chloe's hands ghost under her tank top to trace over her lower back and stomach, "if you'd have gone as Ariel, the undressing part would have been faster."
"And if you'd have been in your dress," Chloe replies breathlessly, again pulling back, this time to lift Beca's tank over her head and off her to drop on the floor, "this would have been faster, too."
Beca reaches to pull Chloe back in and flush against her, their bare stomachs meeting and making her skin twitch. She needs more contact, more Chloe, so she lifts her leg to wrap it around Chloe's waist, pulling them together. Chloe hums again at the new angle, then gasps sharply when Beca bucks into her. Beca can't help herself; she's been craving some sort of relief for a while and the feel of Chloe against her – almost but not quite right – is driving her insane. She's burning up, hands wandering, not sure where her body ends and where Chloe's begins, but still she tugs Chloe into her, needing Chloe to be closer, closer, closer.
It's at that moment Chloe pulls away roughly, guiding Beca's leg back down to the floor. Beca's eyes fly open – she doesn't remember closing them – in distress. All she can think is no no no no, scared that Chloe wants to stop. But then, Chloe drops to her knees in front of her.
The air rushes from Beca's lungs and her legs weaken. Chloe, perhaps sensing this, braces Beca's hips with her hands, again forcing her into the wall. Beca's hands land over Chloe's briefly before moving up and behind her own neck. She's even more turned on, now certain her underwear is completely ruined. Chloe's hands glide agonizingly slowly to the front of Beca's pants, stopping at the button. She looks up to make eye contact with Beca, silently asking for permission.
Beca nods frantically, her hands clawing at the back of her own neck, her mouth dry, and her core positively aching. With a small smile, Chloe pops out the button of Beca's jeans and draws the zipper down in one fluid motion. Beca's eyes again close and she leans her head back, widening her stance and waiting for Chloe to yank her pants and underwear down and for a tongue to appear between her legs.
But it doesn't happen. Instead, Chloe cups Beca's crotch through her jeans, making her moan out in surprise. She teases Beca, pressing her fingers against her and rubbing along the seam of the pants until Beca's sure she's going to combust. Her hips move of their own volition, trying to urge Chloe's hand into some kind of rhythm.
"Chlo, I swear to God…" she groans when Chloe presses even harder. "If you don't finish this right now…."
"Hang on tight," Chloe replies, and Beca's confused until suddenly Chloe is on her feet again and pulling Beca's arms over her shoulders and Beca's legs around her waist and she's lifting, carrying Beca to her bed. Beca finds the whole thing so incredible and awesome and hot that the next moments are a blur. She dimly remembers taking Chloe's bra off, but then she loses track of things until suddenly she and Chloe are in the bed together and both very naked, writhing against each other.
Beca rolls them so she's on top for the moment, her thigh pressing into Chloe's equally wet center again and again as she rocks into her. Chloe's whimpering, moaning, her hands roaming over Beca's back. When Beca drops to take Chloe's nipple into her mouth, Chloe claws at her shoulders, leaving stinging scratches behind. Beca doesn't mind in the slightest as her tongue circles Chloe's nipple, the skin pebbling under her touch, her hand massaging Chloe's other breast.
Chloe's hips tilt up into hers tantalizingly, so she releases the skin from her mouth and props herself up on one elbow. Beca slides a hand down between them, fully prepared to touch and enter Chloe, only for Chloe to grab her wrist and hold it.
"Wait," Chloe pants.
Beca looks up immediately, questioning why she'd been stopped. Chloe's flushed, slightly sweaty, her makeup a little smudged, but she looks absolutely beautiful in that moment. So, Beca's distracted and it takes her a second to make sense of what Chloe means when she says, "Nope, we don't have time. In a hurry."
And she's almost angry that Chloe had started this without intending to finish, but then Chloe flips them so she's on top and settling between Beca's legs. Beca groans, understanding now, and Chloe immediately drives into her, thrusting and swiveling her hips to meet Beca's, which are tilting upward. Now Beca's the one whimpering and swearing as Chloe grinds into her and drops her mouth without warning to enclose Beca's straining nipple.
She tangles her fingers into Chloe's hair, tugging gently because she knows Chloe likes it. But soon, the throbbing between her legs starts to overtake her other senses and she's squirming, wiggling down and against Chloe, needing more contact.
Chloe understands immediately. She rises from Beca's chest and reaches down to press her hand between Beca's legs.
"Shit, Bec, you're so wet," Chloe huffs, having the audacity to sound surprised.
"Yep," replies Beca simply, her mind focused on how Chloe's fingers feel gliding against her.
Her fingers continuing to stroke up and down Beca's length, Chloe muses, "Maybe I should have grabbed the strap-on."
Beca's back arches and she feels herself clenching, toes curling into the mattress at the thought of Chloe using that on her. A desperate whine tears itself from her throat – she wants that, more than anything, she's fully prepared to beg for it when –
"Ah, well, no time now," says Chloe conversationally. "Maybe later on."
And Beca's fuming again because she knows exactly what Chloe is doing. "Chloe, don't you dare –"
"Shh… let me make it up to you," Chloe purrs and leans in, kissing Beca, forcing their tongues together.
Beca's confused for a moment when Chloe reclaims her hand, depriving her center of contact, but then Chloe's lips move from her mouth to her neck and continue downward. Chloe's tongue flicks again at Beca's nipples, first one side, then the other, making Beca's eyes roll back. She feels Chloe move down her body, dragging her tongue drag down her stomach to circle her navel. Beca parts her legs further to give Chloe the room she needs to settle between them as a single kiss is pressed low on her abdomen.
Eyes still closed, Beca feels Chloe's breath ghosting over her center, the sensation making her hands ball up the sheets. Soft hands land on her thighs, pulling her open even wider and she groans in anticipation.
"Look at me," comes Chloe's voice, quiet and serious. "I know you like to watch."
It's true. Beca somehow finds the strength to pry her eyes open and looks down to see Chloe staring back at her from between her legs. Without breaking eye contact, Chloe ducks her head down, opens her mouth, and swipes her flattened tongue up through Beca's length.
They both moan at the contact, the deep vibrations from Chloe's throat making Beca's entire body tense and her hips rise into Chloe's face. Beca fights hard to keep her eyes open but loses the battle when Chloe reaches for her hand, moving it from the bed sheets and into her hair. She licks into Beca again, another broad stroke that has Beca tangling red strands around her fingers, making Chloe hum into her center again.
"Ah – Chlo – just –" Beca pants as she squirms, trying to open herself even more to Chloe's onslaught as a tongue prods her clit. Chloe stays there for a moment, briefly closing her lips around it before releasing it. Beca's delirious, one hand suddenly in her own hair and the other still tangled in Chloe's. Her hips jerk of their own accord despite Chloe's hands holding her down.
There's a brief pause and Beca wrenches her eyes open again in time to see Chloe drop lower. The tip of Chloe's tongue teases into her, dipping inside for just a moment before pulling back. Beca grunts, her center tightening in anticipation, and Chloe repeats the motion once, twice, thrice, before she gives one more long lick back up through Beca.
Then, to Beca's complete dismay, Chloe rises to climb back up her body, dislodging Beca's hold on her hair. Wiping her mouth on her hand, Chloe asks, "Does yellow seem more appealing now?"
"Wh – what?" stutters Beca, taken her brain cells scattered.
"The dress," whispers Chloe as she settles her hips back between Beca's open legs.
"I – I don't – I'm not – " Beca tries to refuse, she really does. She knows what Chloe's doing, how she's taunting her, leaving her all worked up to get her to agree to that ridiculous costume.
"Hmm," Chloe purses her lips. "Let's try…"
And she leans over Beca, moving against her sensitive core and making her whimper. She places another kiss on Beca's lips, letting her tongue poke through so Beca can taste herself. Beca's hands fly to Chloe's back, gripping tightly as she feels Chloe reach a hand down between them again to press into her center.
Beca's whole body jerks and their kiss breaks when fingers move through wetness to circle around her swollen clit tightly. A slew of curses falls from her mouth when Chloe increases her pressure at the same time she nips at her neck. Chloe's fingers trail down, circle her entrance, then glide back up to fully press on her clit, flicking it back and forth. Beca's hips buck, needing Chloe to get on with it. Chloe doesn't tease her for long – she certainly doesn't need to – and in the next instant, her fingers dip lower and enter Beca, immediately thrusting deeply.
Beca cries out, unused to the pace Chloe's setting. Sure, sometimes they go a little rough, but this is fast and dirty and needy, and she feels her walls twitching and clenching around Chloe's fingers.
"Already, Bec?" Chloe asks, her voice full of awe.
Beca wants to object to that – Chloe's been working her for what seems like hours – but she can't reply. She's seeing stars, her body moving with Chloe's as Chloe uses her hips to drive into Beca, her fingers inside, palm rubbing against her clit. She's scrabbling at Chloe's back, moving to grab anywhere she can reach. Her entire body tenses and she's so so close, just another push – then Chloe cheats yet again.
"So, about that dress?" she asks, easing out of and away from Beca before her orgasm can hit fully. Beca wants to cry and scream out at the loss of contact because she'd been so close and she'd do anything to get Chloe back inside her, anything, even wear that stupid fucking dress and –
"Yes, fine!" she groans. "I'll do it, I'll wear it, just please –"
That's all Chloe needs. She drops back down, her mouth next to Beca's ear as she's instantly back inside Beca, pumping hard and fast, her palm pressing against Beca's clit just right. Beca's close again almost immediately, rocking into Chloe, matching her thrusts with the wiggle of her hips. Chloe's fingers curl inside her, finding that sensitive spot and rubbing and Beca's sent over the edge, hard, tightening around Chloe.
She has to bite onto Chloe's shoulder to keep from yelling out. She thrashes against Chloe, wave after wave crashing over her. Chloe keeps her hand where it is, gently moving her fingers to ease Beca down slowly. When Beca's body finally relaxes, Chloe pulls out delicately, making her gasp at the loss and the emptiness.
Chloe wipes her hand on her own thigh before laying down on her back next to Beca. They stare at the ceiling for a moment in silence, breathing hard. Beca is fully aware that she'd agreed to don a Belle dress in exchange for an orgasm, and she wonders vaguely at the moral implications of that.
Sex and Disney really shouldn't mix. It's weird.
After a moment, Beca realizes she's been selfish. She props herself up on an elbow to look at Chloe, all stretched out next to her, a victorious smile on her lips. "My turn?" she asks, fully intending to give Chloe all she needs before the party.
Chloe cranes her neck to look toward Beca's nightstand, checking her digital clock. After a second, she looks back to Beca and says brightly, "Nope! You'll get your turn after the party."
Beca's mouth drops open in indignation. "What?" she replies. "But aren't you all…" she gestures downward.
Chloe shrugs, not seeming to care. "Think of it as a business deal. You get half before, then half after the job is done."
Blinking at her in shock, Beca can only mumble incoherently as Chloe sits up to get off the bed. "That's, like, messed up."
Chloe winks at her, putting on her bra again and stepping into her underwear. "Maybe. But it worked."
Groaning in frustration, Beca throws her arm over her eyes, hearing the zip of Chloe's dress as she puts it on.
"Now hurry up, I'll have to redo my makeup and fix your hair," Chloe urges.
Beca groans again but sits up to slide off the bed, stumbling slightly. She picks up her own bra and underwear and moves reluctantly toward the hideously yellow dress waiting for her.
There really isn't anything Beca won't do for Chloe Beale. Not when she's so persuasive.