A/N: In which Emily makes a playlist for Beca for,, unconventional reasons (nsfw)
"Okay, I made a playlist."
Beca looked up to Emily from her spot on the couch, arms crossed over her chest. "Seriously? Already? It's barely been an hour since I asked."
Emily shrugged. "I had a lot of good songs lined up."
"Alright, Legacy, let's see what you got," Beca said, uncrossing her arms and holding a hand out to Emily, who just shook her head and clutched her phone close to her chest.
"Nope, I want you to go into this blind," Emily said, as Beca raised an eyebrow. "It'll be more fun that way."
The slightest bit of regret washed over Beca, but she nodded anyway.
What had she gotten herself into?
"Ready, Becs?" Emily asked, and Beca gave a tentative nod. Now she was wondering even harder how she'd gotten herself into this. Her and her big mouth; what a wise thing it was to tell the girl she was dating but not dating about her habits in bed, including how she had of course gotten herself a vibrator she could sync and use with her music apps, which had, in turn, caused the discussion of if Emily could make her a playlist of songs with good beats. Which was now where they were.
Life sure was funny sometimes.
Beca's train of thought was immediately quieted with the sudden vibrations of the first song Emily had played, and the way it felt. It wasn't quite as strong as her usual preference, but it had definitely awoken something within her. But it wasn't quite enough, she finally decided halfway through the song.
"Next song."
Emily, seated in a chair at the side of Beca's bed to be able to watch Beca's reactions, hit the next button, and felt her heart skip a beat as Beca let out a soft gasp as it started playing. It was a slightly quicker beat than the last one, and it seemed to get a bit more of a rise out of Beca.
What Emily couldn't see (due to Beca covering herself under the blanket) alongside the soft gasp was the ever so subtle shake of her legs as she felt herself react more to this song's beat, the way it gave her that delicious little jump like when she so often played with her vibrator with herself, getting her on the right road to what the end of the mission was. She enjoyed the sensations as she let the song play fully though, trying not to get too flustered from the fact that her sort of girlfriend was watching (and partially responsible for) the way she was feeling.
The next song felt similar to the previous one, albeit slightly bouncier; it wasn't a steady buzz against her clit, but it was another song she quickly decided that she would allow the full playthrough of.
Beca closed her eyes and enjoyed, feeling the pleasure build slowly, her arousal flooding through her body and overtaking the anxiety from having someone watch her. By the time the song had ended (and she had to refrain from asking Emily to play it again, mostly due to curiosity of what else was on the playlist), she was nearly there; another song similar to that one would definitely get her there...
Beca suddenly gasped a bit louder, both out of surprise and absolute shock at how hard the next song immediately went. She bit her lip as she felt her legs attempt to close around her hand, but willed herself to keep them open just to keep feeling the steady pleasure against her clit.
"E-Em..."
Emily, completely composed until that moment, nearly lost her cool at the way Beca had mumbled her name.
"Go ahead if you need to, Beca," she replied, just as quietly, and whether she'd said the words or not, Beca was gone, just at the peak of the song. She bit her lip as she rode the waves of pleasure, the song's steady beat helping her ride though her orgasm.
Beca began to settle just as the song ended, letting out a few sharp breaths and gasps as she recovered.
Finally, she turned to Emily, watching her like a hawk from her seat. "What song was that?"
"Out Of The Woods."
Beca's face fell slightly. "The Taylor Swift song?"
"Yeah, why?"
Beca bit her lip again, her face flushing, but not just from her arousal. She shook her head and muttered to herself, "I can't believe..."
Emily waited for an end to that sentence, but it never came; instead, Beca looked up to her again.
"I'm kind of afraid to ask now, but what was the song right before it?"
"Hollaback Girl."
"T-the Gwen Stefani song?" Beca asked, her voice wavering slightly.
"Yeah."
Beca brought her free hand up to the side of her face, muttering something under her breath.
"What was that, Beca?"
"I said, I almost finished to that one and I honestly don't know what's worse."
Emily couldn't resist and let out a short snort of laughter, and Beca glared at her.
"Promise me you won't say anything to anyone or I won't let you make me any more playlists."
Emily nodded, the threat taken to heart; she had already begun thinking about songs for other potential playlists and would have been sad to not be able to do it again. "I promise."
She did take the promise seriously, but what she couldn't promise or control was the way Beca immediately got flustered any time the two songs came up either in casual conversation or were played on the radio, which for some reason happened to be rather frequently because that was how the universe worked; she just had to bite her lip and resist laughing at Beca's beet red face.
A/N: The train of thought for what led to this ficlet isn't important, but what is is the fact my girlfriend helped me pick the songs and laughed alongside me as I wrote it ❤️
Thanks for reading! c:
