Can u do another bechloe story pls wenz tysm🤎
bc i love yall and lowkey was stewing at work all day today and need to excise some of my pent up stress-
AND BC ANNA CAMP GOT A GF RAHHHH
from this ask meme
🤎 multiple kisses / kisses all over / kiss after kiss (didn't i do this already??)
also read on ao3
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"Babe," Beca says, voice muffled with the position of her mouth buried in the back of Chloe's neck.
Work was rough that day; the clients were picky, the bosses were particular, and Beca already had more close calls of mental breakdowns in a week than she would rather have in her lifetime.
She wanted nothing more than to cuddle up with her girlfriend and doze on her tummy, tough badass reputation be damned. (It's not like the Bellas are living with them anymore anyways.) But sadly, Beca had come home to no girlfriend jumping on her with open arms like usual, but instead to a delicious smelling kitchen and pop music floating from their shared speakers.
Beca'd followed the scent to find Chloe shimmying her hips to Ariana Grande, with a spatula mixing dark batter in a bright blue bowl. Her iconic yellow cup set meticulously to the side. After standing there silently for a couple of seconds, Beca had released a fond sigh and wrapped her arms on Chloe's waist, kissing her cheek in hello, laughing when Chloe jumped a foot in the air in surprise.
Now she's grumpy, because Chloe is taking forever. The brownies- which she is apparently making to destress from finals- are taking their sweet time glopping into the baking dish, their viscosity strong with how rich Chloe likes to make her recipe. Beca'd already pressed kisses to every inch of Chloe's neck and shoulders that she could reach, so her patience is wearing thin on not having Chloe's hands card through her hair.
"Hm?" Annoying. She knows what Beca wants.
"You done yet?"
Chloe giggles, scooting her butt backwards to carefully slide the pan into the oven. Beca follows, wrinkling her nose to the hot air blowing against her exposed arms. When it's secured, Chloe spins around, giving Beca a proper kiss since that morning.
Then another. And another until Beca's left breathless and her cheeks are (but she would deny it) unmistakably pink when Chloe pulls away.
Her hands card through Beca's hair. Slow, soft, gentle. There is this affectionate look in her sparkling eyes and Beca's own drop.
"Yes, baby. You ready to cuddle now?"
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