Disclaimer: Das Sound Machine only lost do to plot complications where the Bellas needed to win in order to save their spot in collegiate acapella. Shit, I don't own anything. Also, there's sex.
Beca rolled over in bed and was face to face with a passed out Pieter. He softly snored and she smiled at his silly expression. She dared a peek under the covers, not entirely surprised they didn't put any clothes on after last night. She lolled her head to look at the bathroom door, Ugh. It's so far away…and it's so comfy and warm here. She snuggled under her covers, but ended up sliding out and walking to the bathroom anyway. She unintentionally started humming the song from the club as she moved her toiletries.
Pieter woke to a quiet rendition of "Shut Up and Dance with Me." He sat up, rubbed his eyes and tossed the covers. He stealthily moved to the bathroom, "Beca?"
"I'm in the bathroom!"
He smirked and opened the door, greeted by Beca mooning him while adjusting the shower temperature. She only turned after the door lock clicked and her shower was started.
"Dude, oh my god! Pieter, what are you doing in here?!" she was shushed as he ushered her in the shower with him.
Immediately musical, "Shut up and shower with me!"
She winced at how off pitch it was, and tried to cover herself, "Oh my god, and they made you the co-captain?"
He shrugged and stood under the spray, thoroughly rinsing his hair before looking at her. "What's wrong?"
She turned her back to him, "I had a bad incident when in the shower before at Barden. Um, Chloe was trying to recruit me to audition for the Bellas because she heard me singing."
"Oh…" he gave a sympathetic nod, before quickly turning and covering himself, "Oh scheiße!"
She laughed as he spewed apologies, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have intruded. I thought it would be funny- I'm, I'm going to leave now.."
Beca felt kind of bad, considering he was just a big nerd under all his mesh and leather. He was trying to be a gentleman, he was almost as bad as Benji. She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back in. "No. You know too much," she put on a serious face, "You can't leave until I'm done."
She handed him the hotel's complimentary shampoo, "My as well clean yourself." she brushed his stomach with her fingertips, "Unless you want me to."
He considered it with a smirk, quickly shifting to kneel and returned the bottle to her hand. "Go ahead, little maus." She poured the shampoo and started to massage through. He let out a quiet sigh, "You know, if you are keeping me prisoner, you should at least treat me with a song."
She rolled her eyes, "I am treating your eyes to me in the nude. Herr shower-intruder."
Pieter squeezed her thighs and kissed her stomach, "Mmm, it is indeed a treat. But this shower needs some music, if you won't provide it…I will."
"Go for it," she tilted his head back to rinse.
"Hey baby won't you look my way…I can be your new addiction."
Pieter stood up and grabbed some body wash, using the bottle as his microphone. She tossed him a spare washcloth and covered her eyes in embarrassment. This was so unlike her, she was letting this strange German man break down her walls with little resistance. She was being serenaded by a fully nude Pieter in the shower, after only four days in Germany and three dates. Beca had been rather aggressive to Jesse for the longest time, and yet she felt relaxed with Pieter. Maybe he was too dorky to be a heartbreaker.
Maybe she had grown a little emotionally, maybe she was at a point in her life where she could relax with other people. She laughed as he sang in her face. Relaxing with a man she kind of knew, in the shower, was still pretty questionable. Beca forced him to pour some body wash on her pouf, so she could finally start properly showering.
Pieter's serenade slowly stopped as he was entranced by Beca washing her body. She turned her head when he stopped singing, suds slipping down her shoulders. She raised her brow, "Pieter?"
He blinked and licked his lips, "Hmm, what?"
She continued rubbing her pouf along her legs and stomach, "You're cute and all, but you have to keep the obvious staring under control," she turned and saw him facing the wall. Curious, she turned him to face her. He was trying to hide his "shame" but by this point he had already seen her naked and slept with her. It was totally natural to be aroused by a sexy naked woman lathering her body with the scents of brown sugar and whatever else that smell was. He was surprised when Beca shoved her pouf in his hand, "If you're going to stare like that, you could at least help."
He cautiously rubbed the pouf along her back, as she poured more body wash on his washcloth. Beca laughed at his expression while she washed his broad shoulders, his look of awe soon morphed into a smirk as he rubbed over her breasts. She gaped at him as he washed her in an obviously sexual manner, "Dammit Pieter."
He trailed down her stomach to her crotch, her eyes widened and started to tease her entrance with his fingers. She bit her lip to stop a moan, and with her washcloth grabbed his manhood in response. "You're a bit too cocky."
Pieter grinned, "And you like it."
She pulled his hand away, releasing her own hold, "I like you."
He raised his brow, challenging her. She rolled her eyes and rinsed off, "Dude, don't give me that look. You know I like you. I mean, we wouldn't have slept together if the feeling wasn't mutual." he didn't answer and she hesitated, "Pieter? Right?"
He was smiling at her, Pieter didn't feel the need to answer something that was so painfully obvious. She actually had a concerned look on her face, like he was even the type of man who could do one night stands. He pulled her against his still sudsy chest and kissed her forehead and cheeks obnoxiously. "Do you- even know- how many- times I have- said that I- want you?"
She laughed, "Is that what you've been muttering in my ear?"
He tugged her chin up into a kiss, "I prefer to call it 'seductively whispering', danke."
"I want you too, by the way." she held his face and nibbled on his bottom lip. He let out a low moan as she stroked his length.
She really wants round four this early in the morning?
He smirked as he returned to his previous ministrations, Beca gasped and eagerly planted kisses on his chest and up his neck. Her tongue slipped out against his skin, and she thoroughly enjoyed the low rumble emanating from his chest.
"Beca," he warned.
She grinned and looked up at him, "What?"
"Is this your way of asking for round four?" he smirked at her.
"I don't know, I'm starting to get all pruney," she tugged on his hair and passionately kissed him.
"Oh, I could go fast and hard if you so desire…" he offered.
She started working on his neck again, "Ooh a shower quickie?"
Pieter pressed her against the wall, hiking a leg on his hip. A brow raised in confirmation, with one nod he pressed his cock into her warmth. She groaned and let her hands roam everywhere she didn't explore the night before. Up his firm biceps, to his shoulders, down his pecks which were sparsely covered with hair. She was amused by his reaction when she trailed over his nipples, the more she provoked him the harder he would pump her. She continued down his stomach, where his abs were hardened under his exertion. She felt her orgasm build, as her gasps became more shallow she pulled his face to hers. He kissed her like no tomorrow, until she cried out his name finally reaching her peak. Beca continued to hold his face while she slowed her breaths, he pressed his forehead against hers.
He spoke sternly, "Look me in the eye."
She observed his irises under his intense stare, they looked so possessive and primal at this point. His pupils were dilated and there was hunger in his eyes. His cock was slamming in and out at such a rapid pace, a few minutes more and he grunted out her name. He controlled his breathing and set her down, allowing her the chance to rinse off the evidence of their lovemaking.
Beca gave his arm a squeeze, "You're too talented at sex for your own good."
He smiled, "And you still need to shampoo your hair."
Laughing, she grabbed her shampoo and started washing her hair. Pieter stared at the bottle she set down, "Strawberries? My, my. You certainly are predictable."
"Oh shut up," she rolled her eyes, "It was a parting gift given to me by Chloe. She bought me all these bathroom essentials to make me feel more at home here in Germany."
"Ja, okay." he smirked watching her rinse her hair.
She turned off the shower and tugged the curtain open. Pieter snatched a spare towel, quickly drying off his hair before working the rest of his body. Beca dried her body and grabbed her hair towel to wrap her damp hair. They strolled into her room and dressed.
As Beca pulled a shirt on, she quietly asked, "So, um, what is going on? I mean unless you don't like labels, or something. I just figured we'll be questioned a lot by Stacie and Kommissar…"
Pieter had his pants and shoes on, he looked at her, "What do you want me to be?"
She nearly tripped pulling her black skinny jeans on, "Oh, um. I mean I don't know if you want to…"
"Date?"
"Officially anyway," she pulled her hair into a ponytail.
Pieter slid on his shirt from last night and smiled, "That was the goal." Beca looked at him with a curious smile, "Oh was it?"
"Ja. I told you that on day one," he circled his hands around her waist, "It appears I have caught you little maus."
Beca laughed as he went to his knees obnoxiously kissing her hands and arms and even her stomach. "Please," he begged, "Fräulein Mitchell, please be my Liebhaber? I will strive very hard, in bed and public, to please you."
She squeezed his cheeks, and gave him a soft kiss. "You're adorable."
"Not always what I seem, ja? I really do need an answer though."
Beca pulled him up to his feet, wrapping her arms around his waist, "I think I'll take you up on your offer."
Pieter grinned and picked her up spinning her around, "Ja?! Das ist fantastisch!"
After he finally put her down, Beca stared, "So does this mean I'll be staying with you?"
He started to make the bed, "I guess, if you want. If that is too fast, I'm sure we could find you another location."
"Should I check out of the hotel then? I could pack my stuff."
Pieter scrunched his nose and shook his head, "I'll talk to the people at the desk, it will be much faster. Do you need help packing?"
She shrugged, "Its only like two luggage things, filled with clothes and my laptop."
"I will help you anyway." He quickly pulled all of her things out of the dresser, and handed them to her. He even quietly collected all her shoes scattered by the wall. Once everything was packed, Beca pulled on her boots and they went down to check her out of her room. Pieter told her to wait in the lobby while he talked. She strolled over to the windows with her two bags rolling on the floor beside her.
"Beca!"
She was startled, "J-Jesse?"
Jesse grinned, "Hey Becky."
"What are you doing here?" she stared at him in a confusion. Internally panicking, Oh...oh god! Why is he here?! I...where is Pieter?
"Well, after I heard the news about you and DSM, I thought it over. I think I want to take a chance and start over with you here in Germany." he gave her that signature puppy dog smile.
"And whatever happened to Aubrey?" Beca raised her brow and crossed her arms. Yeah, way to be witty Beca. That ought to teach him. Sassy head bob and snapping in a "Z" formation, mhmm, right here!
He dismissed her question with a wave, "That doesn't really matter. I gave that up because I realized I would rather support you in what makes you happy." his happy smile faltered, when Pieter walked up and stood behind Beca.
"Herr Swanson?" Pieter looked him over with an unreadable gaze.
"Pieter, right? How's it going?" he reached out to shake his hand, surprised by the firm handshake.
"Very well, and very busy."
"Not to mention very vague, am I right?" Jesse laughed, but the awkward tension was starting to consume the conversation. "Well, um, could I get a minute with Beca? I wanted to talk to her about some personal things."
Beca didn't break her gaze with Jesse as she reached to hold Pieter's hand. Jesse looked them over in realization, "Oh my god…did you sleep with him already?!"
"What?!" she squeaked.
"You heard me," he pointed back and forth, "you totally slept together, you have this look in your eye after you have sex. Trust me, I would know."
Pieter rolled his eyes, "Herr Swanson, you are being very rude and accusatory."
"Oh am I? I came here to try and support Beca and win her back, only to find out she is playing hide-the-pickle with DSM's co-captain!" Jesse fumed, and straightened his jacket.
The German lowered his voice to a near growl, "I don't understand why you ask if we had sex- wouldn't the logical question be whether or not we're in a relationship? Isn't that the bigger thing to focus on? Sie dumm fuhrt..."
Beca cleared her throat, "Jesse, listen. It's sweet and all that you want to move here for me," he looked at her expectantly, "but that ship has sailed. I was fine with being friends, but then you ran off with Aubrey. Do you know how awful I felt? Aubrey kept calling and texting me her apologies, I got over it. Not to sound like a nerd but, no reward is worth this. I mean she looked super happy and I decided to move on. I found a new job here and maybe even a new future," she gently squeezed Pieter's hand, "I don't think-"
Jesse raised his hands in defeat, "Fine. I get it. I guess I'll see you around for the holidays?"
Beca nodded, "Yeah. I'll see you then. Bye Jesse."
"Bye…Beca." he awkwardly turned and left the hotel, getting in a waiting taxi.
Beca breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up at Pieter. His eyes followed the taxi until it disappeared, he looked at her. "What?"
"I'm sorry. I had no idea-"
He snorted, "I do not mind, it appears he was intimidated."
"It's the height." she snickered and pulled her luggage.
Beca was still putting away her clothes when Pieter invited Kommissar and Stacie into his living room. "Did Jesse really show up?" Stacie called out to Beca.
"Yeah. It was kind of really awkward. I just decided to date Pieter not five minutes before, and he swoops in trying to win me back."
Beca opened a closet and started to put her shoes away. She grabbed a few hangers for her dresses. Pieter handed their guests beverages, and Kommissar looked him over with a smirk.
"What? You did not tell him to ficken aus? I'm surprised."
He rolled his eyes and lounged in the chair, "Ich wollte nicht, dass unser erster Eindruck feindlich sein. Sie erwarten das Schlimmste von mir? Wie gemein von euch Kom Kom." he grinned at the blonde.
"You're doing that whole secretive German chatter thing." Beca called out from the bedroom.
Kommissar sipped her drink, "He was just teasing me."
Beca walked out and plopped on the chair next to Pieter, "Sounded like a full fledged conversation to me. Probably discussing their next mission as super secret agents."
"You caught us, Das Sound Machine is just the face of our covert operations." Pieter smirked at her.
"Fantastic, does that mean I'm a new secret agent?"
Stacie laughed shaking her head, "No, you have to go through paperwork to get a dual citizenship first."
"Oh shit…I forgot about that."
Pieter looked at his watch, "I'm too lazy to do anything about it today so that can wait until tomorrow."
"Just like the aca-paparazzi?" Kommissar's eyes glittered with mirth as she covered her mouth with her glass.
Pieter huffed a sigh, and Beca scrunched her face. "Dude, there's paparazzi for acapella?"
"Yeah. Trust me, they love to tail the co-captains. For the longest time they thought these two were together, until I popped up and confirmed Pieter was a bachelor." Stacie nodded.
"Ripe for the picking." Beca gently punched his shoulder.
"Ugh. Why do I always hangout with women?" he got up and walked to the door, "I'm going to go find some testosterone to relate with."
The girls laughed as he shook his head and shut the door. "So, how was the sex?"
"Dear lord, Stacie. Is that all you care about?" Beca choked on her soda.
Stacie threw her hands in exasperation, "Do you know how many times I've invited him in for a three way? Kom Kom was in, and he was just like…" she widened her eyes and shook her head, mimicking Pieter's expression.
"Yeah," Beca nodded awkwardly, "I heard about that."
Kommissar rolled her eyes, "Stacie, you know that the little maus is territorial. You shouldn't bring up how desperately you wanted to see him in bed."
Stacie laughed, "Okay, fine. I still want to know how good it was."
"I don't know how to talk about this…" Beca shrank against the couch cushions.
Her friend scooted to the edge of her seat, "Well, you could talk about his size or how many times you went at it. Foreplay, don't skimp on the details either. Or my personal favorite, how long it took until he actually jizzed."
Beca went to the sink and spat out her drink. "Dammit Stacie!"
Kommissar scrunched in a ball, partly in amusement and partly in disgust. "I don't know if I want to know this information."
Stacie laughed, "Trust me. Yes, you do. All those times he walked in on us-"
Kommissar quickly covered Stacie's mouth, "Shush, nein! That's enough! Fine, little maus, tell us all about your sexual encounter with our beloved Pieter."
"Guys he could walk right back in at any moment!"
Stacie escorted Beca to sit on the couch, with Beca's back to the door, "Speak."
With a sigh, "Um, well..." she gestured with her hands, "He is certainly is proportioned to his height," Stacie nudged Kommissar, "Told you so."
"Anyway," Beca glared at them, "I'll just say, he's a considerate lover. Totally generous. I mean I came like three times, before he did. We even managed to do some kinkyish stuff. He's so hot." she collapsed in the chair into a slump, "Like his pecks and the abs, oh don't even get me started on the biceps." she let her eyes close with that image in her head.
Kommissar and Stacie exchanged a look and bit their lips as they watched Pieter silently saunter over to Beca while she talked about their sex life. He had quietly reentered the room when she started talking. Making eye contact with their guests, he gestured not to mention him. He blinked at the ceiling allowing her the chance to finish her tale, when she slumped he crouched behind her.
Whispering in her ear, "I thought that was supposed to be between us."
"Oh my god! Uh, Pieter!" she glared at her female companions, "Why didn't you tell me to- that he was-" she jutted her thumb behind her.
Kommissar tugged the corners of her mouth down into a shocked, disgusted sort of frown. "Um, well. I kind of wanted to see what he would do. But he also pressed a finger to his lips."
Beca rolled her eyes, and blushed in embarrassment when Pieter sat next to her. He rested his arm on the couch behind her, "I think it is time for our guests to leave, and give us a chance to discuss some things in private."
The couple stood and snickered before leaving them alone. Pieter rested his head against the back of the couch and exhaled. Beca pulled his arm down around her, squeezing his hand. "I'm sorry, I felt really awkward about that- but I only said good things, I swear!"
He laughed, "Uh huh, I'll bet. I thought I did very well last night, nothing really you could complain about, ja?"
"Ja." she smiled at him, "I seriously won't talk about this sort of thing anymore, if you don't want me to. I can guarantee they'll keep asking about it though."
Pieter pouted while in thought, "Well, I guess we could just make a video and show it to them, that ought to shut them up. And it allows them the chance to make their own judgments."
Beca stared at him, utterly mortified, "…No! No way! Nein! Bleh, no!" she jumped up and ran to the bedroom. He quickly followed her with a grin, "Is this an invitation for round five?"
She started to close the door, "Without any cameras whatsoever. I swear to God if you have a Go-Pro hidden in your dresser…"
Pieter grinned and closed the door. Jokingly he muttered, "Fine. I'll go turn them off."
A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you for enjoying my smutty story. I decided to continue and have a plot in mind. No idea how long it will take or how many chapters or how frequently I'll update, but yeah. I'm continuing.
Translations:
1.) "Miss Mitchell, please be my lover?"
2.) "Yes?! This is fantastic!"
3.) "You stupid head..."
4.) "Why didn't you tell him to fuck off?"
5.) "I did not want our first impression to be hostile. You expect the worst of me? How mean of you Kom Kom."
Boop boop, sexy times...AWAYYY!