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sugar-sweets-fanfic · 2 months ago

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Bruce✗✚Size!Reader✗Brandon

Warning(s) - MINORS DNI, kissing, double penetration, oral sex(male recieving), zero protection, vulgar language

Background info - You have been working your way into police work. More so a secretary, dealing with documents. Living in a apartment building, neighboring Brandon Sullivan. You've lived there for awhile. Getting close to Brandon, but not intimate. You have finally got the position you wanted. Working close to a man named Bruce Robertson. You were rather infatuated with him, even if he was odd at times.

Plot - You decide to celebrate gaining your position. So you invite Brandon over. To your surprise you get a visit from Bruce as well. Things get messy rather quick.

You reached up and grabbed two wine glasses. Popping open something nice and bubbly. Pouring Brandon and yourself a drink. You felt a touch bad, you didn't exactly doll yourself up. Though this wasn't exactly a date or anything. Just two friends celebrating. That's it, right? Wearing shorts you only wear around the apartment. Then an old worn band tee. Hair in a messy ponytail. But Brandon.. he always looked so nicely put together. His hair combed, clothes never wrinkled, and always smelled good. There he was, sitting there, waiting for you. "Here you are. Isn't the most expensive bottle, but still good." You smile. Sitting down next to him. Still thinking about your appearance. "Guess I should've dressed better.."

He already had a sip, not minding the flavor. He had other things on his mind. His sharp gaze drifted to you. Looking you up and down. Seems he was drinking you up as well. "I think you look..comfortable." He laughed lightly. As he gained a heavy nudge from your elbow.

"Shut it. Not everyone can dress as clean as you twenty-four seven." You scoff lightheartedly.

"Do you know why I dress the way I do?"

You were a little caught off by the question, but indulge in the conversation. "Hmmm...perhaps to impress?"

He smirks and let's out a chuckle. "In a way..—but it's more so..to gain attention." He sets his glass down.

You lean back a touch, while sipping away at your drink. Raising a brow at his answer. "Oh? I am certainly not that way." You laugh lightly. However, your demeanor changed. At the way he looked at you. His hand wraps around the glass in your hand. Taking it from you and setting it next to his drink.

"You caught mine. Everyday.. we bump into one another. Every morning and night..conversation we've had. I can't stop thinking about you." His tone so soft. Carried in a light whisper. As he leans in closer to you. You being completely captivated by him. Your lips part as if you wished to say something. Nothing came out, you just couldn't.

Brandon reached over, cupping your cheek. His thumb dragging across your bottom lip. His hungry eyes locked on you. Just as he begins to lean in. Three heavy knocks break the moment. You finally let out a heavy breath as it snaps you out of the trance. "Sorry. I should.—"

"Its fine. Go ahead." He pulls away. Seeming to be bothered by the interruption.

You scoot forward and get up. Slipping away to answer the door. To your surprise it was Bruce Robertson. The man you worked rather closely with. He presented a nice bottle of wine. A snarky grin blessed his face. "Bruce? Hey.. what's up? Is everything okay?" You cock a brow. Feeling as though he didn't like you too much. So it rather shocked you to see him here.

"I know I gave ya a hard time. But I wanted to come see ya. Make sure there are no hard feelin's. So I wanted to pop on over..with somethin to wet ye lips on." His smirk grew subtly.

You couldn't help, but smile back. Vaguely biting your bottom lip. Before glancing away for a moment. "I appreciate tha—"

Bruce maneuvers his way in. His eyes scanning out the place. "..—but this isn't the best of times. I was celebrating my position with a friend." You finish your thoughts. As Bruce shuts the door behind himself.

"Ah! I see, I see." He eyed Brandon.

Brandon didn't seem too thrilled Bruce was here. But he tried his best to be a good sport. "Hey, I'm Brandon. A good friend of y/n." He stands up and lends a hand to shake.

Bruce steps over and shakes his hand. "Oh really? I see that. Rather close friends, hm?"

You stand off to the side. Shooting Brandon a look before looking to Bruce. "What? I mean, I guess we are pretty familiar with eachother. If that's what you mean by close."

Bruce let out a hearty laugh. Turning his attention to you. Using the wine bottle to point at you. "C'mon, darlin'. Look. At. You. In those little 'fuck me' shorts." His eyes wondered along with the bottle. Slowly pointing down to the article of clothing. "But hey!" He raises his free hand up. "I won't judge ya."

You can just feel the blood rush to your face. Was it rage? Or embarrassment? Perhaps flustered emotions. Maybe all three. You slightly pull them down. Since shorts usually bunch up from your thighs.

Brandon wished he could get mad. Mad at what Bruce had said. But he felt the same way about what you wore. It made him needy for you. Crave you. "Y/N.." he murmured. Not sure what else to say. Wanting to defend you. But was too heated up.

Bruce set aside the wine and sauntered over to you. "Shh sh... don't worry darlin'. Nobody will know at work. We can keep this our little secret, yeah? Dirty dirty bonnie." He used his index finger to brush your noodle strap off your shoulder. Causing you to shudder, but you pull away. Placing the strap back up. "I dont know what you think this is.. but it isn't—it's just a little celebrating." You try your best to muster a sentence together.

Brandon practically swooped in and kissed you. Cupping your face as he smooches you. His tongue slipping into your mouth. You instinctually grab at his sides. Though your eyes were glued to Bruce. Enjoying finally getting to kiss Brandon. Although you felt shy to be doing this in front of Bruce. So there you were staring at him.

Bruce was staring back at you. Looking at you with a perverse gaze. As Brandon starts to kiss across your soft jawline. "I just want to feel you cum on my cock.." he whispers against your ear.

You melt against him, just from those words. "But...Bruce is here." You whine lightly. You gaze was oddly enough still on Bruce. Even if you were speaking to Brandon.

Bruce gives a playful sympathetic look. "Oh sweetheart. I was hopin' for some fun. Some good intimate..wet..fun. I don't mind havin' another bloke to join in."

Brandon had been into all sorts of kinks and sexual acts. This was obviously something he would be into as well. Brandon pulls away, just a bit. Looking at you and Bruce. "I don't mind either." He agreed. Causing Bruce to clasp his hands. "C'mon! You got two men who are crazy for ye. Just give in to temptation, y/n. Ye know ya want to." Bruce smirked lightly. Putting you in a predicament. Of what you wanted to do. Do you let these men ravish you or do you send them away? You remove yourself away from them. Letting your hair down, brushing some of it behind your ear. Your back facing them as you think. Still having the lingering taste of Brandon's lips on yours.

"Ill be in my room.." you utter out. Instantly doing as you said. Leaving the guys behind for the time being. Letting them figure out what they wanted to do.

Brandon was hyper focused on your body language. As you walk away. His eyes drifted to Bruce as the weird Scottish lad let out a chuckle. Feeling his elbow meet his side. Brandon shifted to look at Bruce better. The man smiled wildly, "looks like this celebration is finally gettin' good."

"What are you planning on doing?" Brandon couldn't help, but wonder. So he had an idea of what was about to happen.

"Hmmmm..I think I want a good suckin'. I'll let you get a crack at her fanny." Bruce winked before heading off.

Brandon followed behind, not much of a talker. Plus he wasn't the biggest fan of Bruce's personality. But that wouldn't stop him from getting between your legs.

There you were on your bed. Just in your underwear. Bruce was already on you. Removing his jacket as he kisses you heavily. You cup his face, fingers combing through Bruce's beard. Tongue slipping around one another. His kisses were much more sloppy and disorganized. Not that, that was a bad thing. You moan deeply against his mouth. The room filled with the sounds of belts becoming unbuckled. Both of them were in sync to remove their pants.

Bruce pulls away from the kiss. However, you trail your lips down his neck. You nibble softly against his warm skin. "I need those sweet lips 'round my cock. If you can take it." He cooed. As he works on getting his hard on out of his trousers.

Brandon strips down to his underwear. As Bruce and you grow more and more intimate. It seems your lust was something more than pleasing to Brandon. As he climbs onto your bed. He grabs a handful of your hair. Exposing your neck for him to peck at. His lips massaging your flesh. A deep moan escapes your swollen lips. Your eyes fixate on Bruce's cock.

"C’mon..dont be shy now." Bruce sighs softly.

You shift a little, settling better on your hands and knees. Though you raised one arm. Grabbing the base of his erection. Your lips brush against his tip. You could see how eager he was. That shitty smirk on his face. It somewhat pissed you off, but you rather loved it too.

Meanwhile, Brandon released your hair carefully. His lips kiss across his back. Leaving some saliva behind, due to the roughness of the kisses. He moved more behind you. He grabbed the sides of your underwear. Slowly, very slowly, pulling your panties down. He could see your slick string between your pussy and the fabric. His lips part in awe at the sight of it. His shaft hardening by the second.

You could feel him back there. The unknown of what exactly he was doing was a turn on. Though you were more so focused on tonguing the slit of Bruce's tip. Teasing his tip as you make deep eye contact. His eyes were locked onto yours. "Fuck...you little sphinx." He groaned lightly. One of his hands end up on the top of your hand. His fingers brushing through your hair. As your lips soon form around his tip. Taking it in as you suckle against it. Your hand squeezing the base. "Mmm..." you hum softly. Instantly, making Bruce quiver from the vibration. You could hear him cuss under his breath.

Brandon pulled his boxers down enough to get his manhood out. Maneuvering his cock, pressing his tip against your wet heat. You whimper against Bruce. Feeling a sharp pressure as Brandon fills you. Causing you to grunt abruptly. You felt rather embarrassed to be that easily pleasured. Pushing forward you take in more of Bruce's member. Bobbing your head at a steady pace. Your tongue cupping the bottom of his shaft.

Brandon moans lightly as he starts to thrust. Pumping your wet cunt. "You're so soft.." he shuddered. His hands grabbing aggressively at your hips. His fingertips digging into the plush of your body. His blue eyes are stuck on you. Glued to your back. As his hips continue to roll. Smacking against your ass. His cock stuffing you at each pump. Causing your body to jerk forward. Which rather helped the rhythm of your blowjob.

You gag lightly against Bruce as more of him enters your mouth. Bruce was definitely watching Brandon fuck you. His mouth slightly hangs open. "You fuckin' gobble it so good.. nngh! Feckin' hell..!" He begins to thrust against your mouth. Causing you to gag harder. But you still manager to suck against him. Your eyes water as they snap shut. Your throat burned with passion.

Brandon's eyes begin to wonder. As he watched Bruce skull fuck you. It only made Brandon more needy. As he really starts to plow you from behind. Your skin grow red from how rough your skins collide. Drool dripping down your chin. As you let out muffled cries. As Brandon smacks your ass. Your skin now even more red.

Out of no where, Bruce yanks his cock out of your mouth. You suck in air quickly, panting hoarsely. As moans jump out of you. "Shit! Oh fuck!!" You choke. Gripping at the sheets tightly.

Bruce suddenly slowed down as he was curious on why Bruce stopped. Even you look to Bruce. Eyes full of need for him. "D-Did.. you want something else? Huh?" You asked in a intoxicated fashion. Drunk off their cocks. You couldn't really think straight. You were so scrambled. But you loved every second of it.

Bruce was removing more of his clothes. "Mmm...aye. I want some of that fanny. We can share.. two cocks...one..tight...hole. Ya think you can handle it?" He asked playfully. As he was naked in a matter of minutes.

"Yeah..fuck. I can take it. D-Do you want that, Brandon?" You look back at him.

Brandon fully stops now. Gently caressing your hips. The thought of this plan nearly finished him. "I think that's a great idea. As long as you think you can handle it." He carefully pulled out. You whine lightly at the empty feeling. As you all begin to shift around the bed. Brandon takes a moment to kiss you. Which you happily press against. Exchanging tongue filled smooches. "Mmm..don't worry..I'll cum all over your fat cock." Your words twisted between the wet kisses. Brandon subtly smirks against your lips. "I know you will.."

You found yourself on top of Bruce. Brandon stayed behind you. As you use your hand to guide Bruce's erection inside of you. "Aahhh~ oh yes.. mmmm. One more.." you tease. Looking back to Brandon.

Bruce bites his bottom lip. Loving the sensation of his cock slipping so easily inside of you. "So fuckin...slippery. You dirty dirty girl." He chuckled. Reaching up to undo your bra. Tossing the fabric aside. Quickly caressing your breasts. His hands slowly slip around to your sides. You lean in and kiss Bruce deeply. He reciprocates, kissing you hard.

Brandon moves in closer, looking at the two of you. He pats your ass, "arch your back.." he demands in a calm manner.

You do as he says, your body presses firm against Bruce. Which felt incredible to you. Your soft stomach and breasts squished up on his torso. Bruce still kissing you sloppily.

Brandon has one hand up against your ass. His other helps aim his cock. Pushing his cock up against Bruce's. Trying to force his inside of you. His cock slips and he tries again. You wince as you feel your cunt start to stretch. You grunt sharply, breaking the kiss. Brandon's cock was slowly forced inside of you. You cry out loud, "shit! Ahhh!! God..." you wriggle between the two. Trying your best to adjust to two cocks being inside your pussy. "Oh...fuck...oh fuck." You whimper.

Bruce moaned softly at the new sensation. "Ahhhnm...you little whore." Bruce sighed deeply. As his arms wrap tightly around your body. Hugging you snug against him. He pressed light kisses against your temple. "You can take it.. don't you fuckin' quit." He demanded in a whisper. You hug him back, needly. Trying your best to gain some comfort. "I-I won't...just—just fuck me.." your voice shakey.

Bruce smirks and instantly starts to roll his hips. At a rapid speed, causing the bed to creak.

Brandon adored every second of this. The noises you made. The way Bruce's cock felt so crammed against his. Brandon join in, thrusting against you. A new line of loud cries were released from you. Brandon grits his teeth as he groans wildly. Thrusting harder and faster. All the movement was causing the headboard to hit the wall repeatedly.

All your body's were one, grinding against one another's. Your eyes closed tight. Your cunt tightened against them naturally. Your nestled your face into the crook of Bruce's neck. The room filled with moans and wet squishing noises.

Bruce leaned his head back groaning violently. "Fuck!! That's it darlin'!!" He pumps his hips up faster. Trying to go as fast as he could. You lean your head up as you eye Bruce. "Yeah?! F-AHH-NN..!! Fuck me!! I need b-AH! B-Both your you t-Nnn..To cum in me..fuCK!! PLEASE CUM!" You look back at Brandon. With a puppy dog look.

Brandon ate that look up. He pushes deeper in you. Earning a high pitch shriek from you. He leans in and kisses your shoulder. His tongue runs across your skin. Bruce joins and kisses at your neck. "No! Fuckin kiss me..you pricks.." you demand in a stern and breathless manner. Bruce and Brandon make eye contact for a moment. Before acting on your demand. Your head still turned to the side a little. So both could kiss you. Brandon kisses across your cheek to your lips. "Mmm..." he moans.

Bruce meets both lips with his tongue. Making out with you two. The three of your lustful cries were muffled. You couldn't even tell who's tongue were who's. You didn't even care. You wanted both of them. You needed them both so bad. Your cunt was pulsating against their moving cocks. You move one hand up to grip the back of Brandon's hair. Making sure he stays there. Not wanting this three way kiss to end. Bruce certainly wasn't stopping anytime soon. As he wraps his hand around your neck. His jaw lightly rolls into the kiss.

Suddenly it hits you hard. That build up. You were about to reach your limit. As Brandon grips your chubby sides roughly. You knew there would be so many marks on your body. Neither of them were slowing down. Wrecking your nether-regions without remorse. Your moans growing louder even with their tongues in your mouth. Until you reach your climax. You yank Brandon's hair and claw against Bruce's chest. Your cunt squeezing tight against them. Until you become putty. Every muscle relaxing, you could barely hold your head up.

Brandon was overwhelmed by your orgasm. His thrusts grow rapid until he cums. Pressing as deep as he could into you. Grunting loud against your ear. As he pumps you with what you were begging for. "Oh y/n..! Oh baby..."

Bruce was much more animalistic with his sounds. Grunting most of the time. Feeling you gush against his manhood. Which only encouraged him to keep humping. He kept his hand against your throat. His other arm still wrapped snuggly around your torso. "Fuck! Y/N!!!" He growled. Squeezing your neck as he overfilled your stuffed pussy. Some of it oozed out as he fucked you through his orgasm.

Soon everyone was so still. You felt you could properly rest. Laying against Bruce's chest. Giving his collarbone weak kisses. "...mmmh."

Brandon carefully pulled out. Kissing down your back before falling next to you to. Laying there on his back, panting.

Bruce pats ya, "I'm afraid I can't stay too long."

You give him a questionable look before getting off of him. Which was harder than you expected. Feeling like jello from the waist down. "Have some errands?" You ask as you lay closer to Brandon. As Bruce gets up and finds the door to your bathroom. To freshen himself up. "Yes. I have some things to do. Sorry, no cuddlin' tonight, darlin." He shouted out so you could hear.

You felt a bit let down. Though you were exactly with either of them. This was just a crazy night, right? You just wished he at least laid with you for awhile. But he was already getting his clothes back on now. "So I'll see ye tomorrow?" Bruce looks to you for a response.

"..uhh yes. I'll be there." You answer bluntly.

Bruce didn't seem to care. He did give a wink to Brandon. "Nice meetin ya, lad." He waved before heading out.

Brandon merely waved him off. Not having much to say to him. Turning his body more towards you. Pulling you in and the blankets over you two. "You okay?" He asked in a gentle voice. Brushing some of your hair behind your ear.

You smile bashfully at his touches. "Yeah.. just sore..—I think my ego is a little sore now too." You chuckled awkwardly. Feeling anxious about tomorrow. Wishing Bruce won't say anything to the other men you work with. You didn't want to be seen like that. Especially in such a new job position. Can't ruin your reputation already.

Brandon smiles and kisses your forehead. "Well...I don't have any errands. I'm here. I can be here for awhile. If you want me to?" He soon kisses your lips.

You hum softly against his lips. "Mmm...yes. Please stay."

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