AN: Hey! I just had to write some G!P Bechloe. Couldn't resist it.

It should have been weird when she found out about your secret. It's not like anyone else had ever reacted as if it weren't a big deal. She just kind of took it in her stride and didn't think you were a freak.

It was nice, refreshing.

You kind of wish she hadn't barged into your shower that day, but you guess it was for the best looking back now. But hindsight is a wonderful thing.

The first time you and Chloe slept together, it wasn't awkward, like you thought it would be.

"It's just one friend helping out another friend, Becs. Neither of us have someone else right now, so it's not a big deal."

You had laughed at her, but agreed in the end.

You hadn't slept with many people before Chloe, so you guess you were kind of nervous to sleep with her and show your inexperience. It's not like many people have ever stuck around after they found out that you had a dick.

But it was good, great even, because she didn't laugh at you when you blew your load a little sooner than expected, didn't try to placate you with 'It happens to everyone'. She just acted like it never happened and like you weren't both naked and talked to you like you were her best friend and it was really nice to pleasantly surprise her with not needing much of a respite because of your messed up anatomy. Once you got to it again, you gave her three orgasms before you couldn't hold on anymore and you're pretty sure she enjoyed herself, so that was cool.

It's not like she hasn't been coming back to you a few times a week ever since.

And somehow you two have managed to keep your friendship intact without any weirdness and that's also cool, because you don't have a lot of friends. It's not exactly that you care, but you'd rather not lose the friend you have in Chloe. Sure, the Bellas are your friends. But that's not the point here.

Chloe is different somehow.

Your phone buzzes on the desk beside you and you look down from the mix you're working on to find that you have a new message.

Chloe: Busy?

Like, that depends entirely on what you want? You shoot back to her and once again you are pleased with how easy this new aspect of your friendship is.

Chloe: If I knew what I wanted, I don't think I would still be in college ;)

Chloe: But I need a visit with Little Becs

Your dick immediately stirs in your pants, Chloe's bluntness always gets to you.

I thought we talked about this. I'm a small enough person as it is, if you refer to my dick as 'Little', we are gonna get a complex. You're kind of serious and kind of not because like, without sounding like some ego crazy person, you know that you don't have anything to worry about when it comes to sizing.

Chloe: I seriously doubt it. I'm not far from the house. Want to join me in the shower?

You have to take a second before you reply because you know Chloe's schedule as well as you know your own and right now she is out running and there's something about a sweaty, blood pumping Chloe that you really enjoy.

I had one not long ago. Skip your shower though.

Chloe: But I'm gross. Want a drink?

You hear the front door open and close and you're pretty sure she's just gotten back.

Seriously, Chlo, don't shower. Water please.

You turn back to your mix, because you know that the odds are that she will shower before she comes to you. Amy isn't due back for a couple of days since she took a trip with Bumper for the weekend and that is just awesome. As much as you love the girl, nothing beats having your own space.

You almost scream when your headphones are removed from your ears. You turn in your chair to see Chloe stood before you in all of her sweaty, post workout glory. She smiles at you and you smirk back as you take your time checking her out.

"Here," she hands you a bottle of water which you put somewhere on the desk behind you. "So, you have a thing for me being all sweaty, huh?" You watch a bead of sweat run down her neck and over her collarbone.

"It's hot." You shrug.

"Remember that period of time where you wouldn't tell me what turned you on?" She scratches her collarbone and watches you as your eyes track the movement.

"We've been doing this for a while now." You answer simply like it's the most obvious thing that you opened up to her, when in reality she has just made you more confident about asking her for what you want out of this arrangement. And like, you really don't need her bringing up your past awkwardness.

She hums and moves towards you and stands between you legs. As soon as she is close enough, you hold her hips and place a couple of kisses to her exposed stomach. Her fingers tangle in your hair and you sigh against her skin, causing goosebumps to break out over the flat surface.

"You taste awesome."

"I find it hard to believe you, but I'll take it." She laughs, but you can hear the gravelly quality to her voice. "Becs?"

"Chlo?" You hook your thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and look up at her.

"No offence or anything, but I'm not here to make small talk." You smile at her because she is your best friend and she has never been afraid to tell you what she wants when it comes to anything. Sex isn't any different. And you wonder if she's like that with other people she's been with, but you don't want to think about that right now.

"None taken, dude." You pull down her shorts and panties in one quick movement and she puts a hand on your shoulder as she steps out of them.

You smell her immediately and wonder why she didn't shut you up sooner. Your hand goes straight to her core and you feel just how wet she is without searching. She sucks in a sharp breath as you apply pressure, letting one of your fingers fall between her folds.

"But, if you don't want to do small talk, we can always put your mouth to better use." You smirk up at her as you circle her clit lazily.

"I have created a monster." She laughs and you withdraw your hand. She falls to her knees and pulls her sports bra over her head before reaching for your jeans. You lift your hips so that she can tug them down and you start to unbutton your shirt as she pulls your dick free of your constricting boxers. "I also don't get why you still wear these."

"Because I still get badly timed boners like anyone with a dick would, and I don't really want that to be the reason why people find out about it." You explain. While Chloe has made you feel a heck of a lot less like a freak, you still find it difficult sometimes to shake the looks that people have given you.

Her small hand wraps around the base of your semi-hard dick and she starts stroking you slowly. Your bottom lip finds it's way between your teeth and you spread your legs a little more to give her more space. You watch her focus on your dick and it's kinda hot to see the way her face changes, like the only thing that matters right now is what she's doing.

Her tongue flicks out to lick her lips as she brings her mouth closer to your cock and you rest your hand on to top of her head, the other clutching at the arm of your chair. Her hair is a little damp so you can't run your fingers through it like you usually would, but you tug a little and she looks up at you with a wicked glint in her eye and you know that you're in for a long night.

And you totally don't mind.

She kisses the very tip of your cock and her tongue flicks it. You gasp and fight to keep your butt on the seat. Chloe moves you a little to the side so that she can flatten her tongue and lick an agonisingly slow line up the base of your dick, starting right where balls begin and you let your head fall backwards and just enjoy the sensation.

When she finally reaches the head of your dick, she peppers it with light, barely there kisses before taking it into her mouth and sucking and you think that you could probably cum right there and then because fuck it feels so good and the fact that it is Chloe Beale who is on you right now is too much. You moan and her hand cups and start massaging your balls. Chloe lets go of your dick with a small pop before she, just as slowly as before, starts taking you completely into her mouth.

You tug on her hair again to try and get her to speed up just a little but you are convinced that it in fact has the opposite effect. You can't be sure though because she is going that damn slowly in the first place. You have never been so glad about Chloe's vocal training because you know that it has something to do with exactly why she can deepthroat seven thick inches and do it for a long time. She also does this thing with her throat that just makes you want to stay buried there for days.

She moans around your cock as her nose hits your stomach and you can't help but buck your hips upwards a little. She chokes and pulls back, gasping for breath, and slaps your inner thigh.

"Are you trying to kill me?" She laughs and your dick is still in her hand so you know she knows it was an accident.

"Are you? Seriously, dude, I'm about to blow." She takes pity on you and moves her hand up and down your dick. it meets the movements of her mouth halfway down your length. Her tongue flattens against the sensitive underside and you use both of your hands to keep her moving on you, just going along with her movements, but making sure she doesn't stop. "Fuck, Chlo,"

She moans again and any stream of consciousness flies out of your brain because she starts humming 'Titanium' and she was right all those years ago that 'it really builds' because you're about cum hard at around the minute mark. As she feels your thighs quivering, she stops the pumping motions and takes you all the way into her throat again, flexing the muscles there and you barely have time to warn her of your impending explosion before you cum with a grunt of her name.

Your head falls backwards again and you can just about feel Chloe coaxing you through your orgasm because you feel like you have left your body, or you're about to pass out or something.

"You are going to kill me doing that one of these days." You run your hand through your hair and look at her as she lets go of your now limp cock.

"Don't act like you didn't just ask for that, Mitchell." Chloe gets up off of her knees and lays on your bed. You get up, unwrapping your headphones from around your neck and removing your favorite plaid shirt the rest of the way before climbing on top of her.

"Oh, I never said that it was a bad thing, so don't take that tone with me, Beale." You snark back as her hand wraps around your neck and pulls you down for a kiss. You know there's a thing where a lot of guys won't kiss a girl after they have swallowed their cum, but you don't see the big deal. It's not like Chloe won't kiss you after you've gone down on her. She hums into your mouth and you ignore the way your heart kind of swells and then flutters a little in your chest.

You bite her bottom lip as you pull away and leave a trail of kisses down her neck, nipping at her earlobe on the way. You let your teeth graze over her pulse point and you feel it pounding with the anticipation of what is to come. You pepper kisses over her breasts, making a point to ignore her nipples in favour of making her wriggle restlessly beneath you because you know she just wants you to touch the sensitive tips. And boy, are Chloe's nipples sensitive.

You lick across one of her nipples and then blow, and that is enough to have her arching upwards, moaning like she is on the edge and you know that she is probably extremely turned on. She was soaked earlier and she always gets wet when she goes down on you so you can only imagine. You suck the bud into your mouth and her hands fly to your hair when you take the other between your fingers and roll them gently.

"Becs," she breathes and puts a little pressure on your head because while she can cum from her nipples being toyed with alone (you know, you have done that do her before), she wants you, needs you, elsewhere tonight.

You take her hint and you know that she will be glad that you're not spiteful or interested in payback for the painfully slow blow job she just gave you.

You make your way down her stomach, licking and sucking wherever you know that she is extra extra sensitive. By the time you settle between her legs, Chloe is panting hard, her arm is over her eyes, as if that is somehow going to help her keep herself under control.

You lazily run your finger through her folds and gather up the wetness there. She bucks her hips upwards and you grin at her when you suckle on your finger to taste her. She glares when you moan and you feel your grin turn into a sly smirk and you want to smack yourself but you also see Chloe's eyes light up just a little more.

You lean forwards. You hold her eye contact but you can see that she is holding her breath.

You take one slow lick through the length of her pussy and as your tongue flicks over her clit, she releases the breath in a loud groan. Her hand is in your hair and she is holding your mouth to her. You keep your tongue flicking over her clit as you suck and she is making all sorts of noises that are just making your dick twitch.

To distract yourself from it, you reach up and palm Chloe's boob. Her back arches as her hips buck up into you and you're not really sure how she manages that one, but she does. You press your fingers into her and start a punishing rhythm.

"Fuck, Beca, right there," She moans out as you curl your fingers and catch the spot inside of her that always sends her spiraling over the edge. Her hands don't really know where to go. One moment they're tugging at your hair, and the next they're fisting the sheets.

Her body tenses and her pussy tightens around your fingers and she's cumming, hard. She whimpers her way through her orgasm and you slow your fingers and reduce the pressure on her clit. Her legs twitch with the rapid rise and fall of her chest and you wonder if you have broken Chloe.

Until she starts laughing.

You smile at the sound and withdraw your fingers, but that barely disturbed the laughter forcing it's way out of her. Her hand runs through her hair as the other rests on her belly. You think that she looks beautiful.

You lick through her pussy, humming at the taste, when the hand that was in her hair, rests on your head, pushing you away lightly.

"It's not nice to laugh at me when I just made you cum." You kiss her inner thigh and then lean your head against it.

"I'm wasn't laughing at you." She says thoughtfully to the ceiling while her hand toys with the ends of your hair.

"Then what were you laughing at?" Her hand moves to your chin and she pulls you up her body. Your kiss her softly, and she sighs against them when you pull apart.

"The rest of the girls must know that there's something going on here by now." Your heart kind of stutters because you honestly have never spared a thought to any of the other girls before. Whenever Chloe has suggested this, you just get tunnel vision and nothing else matters.

"Well shit." You mutter and lay beside her. "Like, would it bother you if they did know?"

"No." She answers without skipping a beat. "You?"

"I don't think so. I just don't really want to deal with their thoughts about all the times you've loudly told me to, and I quote, 'fuck you harder with my big cock'."

"Strap-ons are common practice, Becs. But speaking of your big cock.." She smirks at you and wiggles her eyebrows in a way that shouldn't be sexy at all, but somehow it totally is. Her hand reaches between the two of you and she palms your dick as she pushes you to lie on your back.

She kisses you as her hand works you and you really just want to be inside her, because when Chloe Beale is stroking your dick and kissing you like she means it, it's pretty much impossible to think of anything else. So you grip her hips and try to guide her over you. She smiles against your lips, but allows you to maneuver her. Your hips buck slightly as a reflex to the anticipation.

"You're being impatient." She scolds you, but you know that she loves it.

"Geez, Chlo, can you blame me? Come on, stop teasing me." You complain and you feel your lips start to pout, but you refuse to allow them to. You will not pout at your best friend who is about to ride your cock. "Please, I want you."

"Mmm, I love it when you beg, Becs," She moans, palming her tits with one hand and rocking her hips slightly against you. You feel her wetness coat your dick and you kinda think you growl a little, right before flipping her onto her back and pinning her hands above her head.

You give her a second to figure out what just happened as you hold her hands down with one of your own (she doesn't fight it, which kind of helps because your hands really aren't big enough for that) as you line up with her entrance. She whimpers and you slide the head into her. Her hips raise to welcome more of you and you have never been one to refuse her anything. You push your length into her slowly, letting her adjust to your girth.

You rest your weight on your hand next to her head and wait for her nod. It's kind of become a thing between you now that you can go as hard and fast as you want with her, but only after her nod. You think it's pretty cool that she trusts you that much.

She nods and you lower your head to her neck, kissing and nipping the skin there as your hips start to move. You start slow, making your hips mimic the beating of her heart that you can feel through her pulse point. You suck particularly hard and her back arches into you. You feel her hard nipples brush against your own and fuck going slow.

You release her hands and take her nipple between your fingers, letting your hips pick up a pace that is in time with the beat constantly playing through your mind.

"Oh yes," she kind of half moans, half whimpers, and her hands grip your back against the strength of your thrusts. The exertion forces your mouth from her skin, and you find your head buried in her neck. You breathe in the scent of sweat, sex, and Chloe as you leave hot pants against goosebumps.

Her nails begin to dig into your skin and it hurts as she grips tight enough to dig into the muscles that are aiding your movements. But it only spurs you on. You pick up the pace a little, angling you hips just so that the tip of your cock will brush against her in all the right places as you slam in and out of her tight, wet heat.

Your name falls from her lips, as well as a string of almost profanities, which makes you harder than you already were, because it isn't often that Chloe will swear. Usually just when you go down on her.

"So good Becs, just like that," she gets louder and louder the closer she gets and she throws one leg over your hip.

You're letting out breathy moans and months ago it would have embarrassed you to make much of a sound, but you know now that Chloe likes it when you make some kind of noise. And you have realised that it's more fun to just lose yourself in the moment, rather than worry about what's coming from your mouth.

"I'm gonna cum, Beca," Her nails scratch down your back and your arm almost gives out beneath you.

"Fuck, Chlo, cum on my dick." You moan into her ear before you dig your teeth into her shoulder.

The walls of her pussy tighten even more around you as she falls into ecstasy. You're forced to slow your movements a little, but you keep pushing into her.

"Becs," her body spasms and her hands slip down to your butt, clutching at the flesh there. Her hair sticks to her skin and you feel your balls tighten. "I can't, not again." she whimpers as you feel her pussy still fluttering around you.

"Yes you can, come on," You sit back on your knees and pull her up into you, her body flush against yours and your arms supporting her boneless form. With the last reserves of your energy, you set a pace that you didn't even know you were capable of and she tumbles into another orgasm. Her arms barely tighten around you and you know that she is going to pass out. It's that thought that finally pushes you over and you shoot string after string into her. You groan and put her down on your bed.

You pull out of her and she whimpers. You lay behind her and she lazily reaches for your hand and hugs it to her chest. You place a kiss in between her shoulder blades and hold her.

"'M gonna be sore." She mumbles and you smile against her skin. "Don't be smug."

"Why not?" You ask her softly so that you don't disturb her falling asleep.

"'Cause it's hot and I won't be able to fuck you for a few days." You laugh at her answer and squeeze her gently.

"I don't have to use my dick to take care of you, Chlo." You nuzzle her back and she sighs and it kinda feels like someone kicks you right in the back because, as you say the words, it dawns on you how true they are.

You want to take care of her. You want more than this. You want Chloe to be yours.

"You're perf, Becs." She tells you as she drifts away and you can't actually bring yourself to say something, anything, because fuck.

AN: Hope you enjoyed it.

There will be 1 more part to this I think.

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