I have had this idea in my head but had a hard time writing it down because of just not knowing what to say. I don't know why my Brandon and Stella stories are always so full of melancholy but here is another one. I hope that I won't make it too sad. This one is kind of short because I don't know if there is really much to say in terms of buildup and all that jazz. Anyways, on with the story...
Brandon and Stella- Ruined
Lips moved together and limbs were tangled as Brandon and Stella made out on his bed in his dorm room at Red Fountain.
Sky had been back in Eraklyon visiting his parents and negotiating his way out of his arranged marriage with Diaspro in the hopes that he would be able to date the newly discovered youngest princess of Domino.
The Trix had been defeated and celebrations were still going on even after school had ended for the yxst6ear and most of the students had gone home. Brandon didn't really have a home to go to and he certainly didn't want to stay with Sky as he negotiated his future romantic life. Brandon decided that staying at Red Fountain would be a much better plan seeing as Stella had opted to stay for the summer as well which Brandon could not understand. Who the Hell would want to stay at a school when they could go back to a luxurious palace?
As they laid in his bed, her hands dipped down to the hem of his shirt, pulling up above his abs. Her fingers traced the ridges of his muscles and he moaned in her mouth. In response, Brandon cupped the side of her head and bit down on her lip, a light squeal coming from Stella's mouth.
It had been a month since he and Stella had reconciled from the whole identity swap with Sky fiasco. She had forgiven him easier than Bloom had forgiven Sky-thank goodness-and they had been spending that time getting to know each other. Maybe getting to know each other a little too well. The nights started by eating food and talking but soon ended up with the both of them on a bed and quickly stripping each other out of their clothes.
Stella had learned that Brandon had been sent away by his parents to train at the royal palace. They had seen the potential in the young man and his parents had thought that he would have a better life in the palace than at their small home in the country. Brandon told him about all the trouble that he and Sky would get into and all of the adventures that the two would have growing up together in the palace, even if Sky was a prince and Brandon was just lucky enough to be there.
However, whenever Brandon would ask about Stella and her time in Solaria, she never wanted to seem to talk, which was odd. She always wanted to talk. About designers, the other girls in the Winx, the fun that they all had together, and the occasional rant about Griselda. Brandon would ask her about her parents, what it was like growing up as a princess in Solaria, and the friends that she had growing up. But she would shy away whenever her homelife was mentioned and would soon distract him with her lips on his and her hands roaming his body.
In addition to refusing to divulge information about her past, the pair would continue to dance around the subject of what they were doing, what they were. Again, it was Brandon dropping the idea around Stella of possibly putting a label on whatever relationship that they had and then it was Stella who did not want to say anything. Brandon could hear Riven's voice in his head, telling him that the "blondie" was too afraid to commit. While Riven's track record with women had not been the best since...forever...Brandon had to concede that the maroon haired Specialist had been correct. He just had to ask her, no "dicking around" as Riven liked to say.
Brandon pulled back from Stella but she pulled him back into her, not wanting him to leave her lips.
"Stella..." Brandon whined as Stella worked her lips over his.
"Brandon, don't..." Stella pulled his shirt up further over his chest and then over his head. His brown hair now a mess and his resolve beginning to falter under Stella's electrifying touch and her soft pink lips.
But he had to talk to her, had to know what they were and what they were doing. Stella liked him, right? At least he thought that she did. She certainly seemed to like kissing him and touching him. But he had to know if she wanted more. More than the kissing, the touching, and the sex. He had to know if she wanted him in the way that he wanted her. He didn't want to find out that all she wanted from him was the fun and sex and that he had wasted his time on Stella instead of spending his time with someone who actually cared about him. If she didn't care about him, then he would at least get out before the realization would completely destroy him. He would get over her...someday...
"Stella, we need to talk." Brandon removed Stella's arms from around his neck and backed away from her lips.
"But I don't want to talk." Stella smirked as she leaned forward again.
"No, Stella," Brandon backed away and sat up in beds face became serious and Stella looked up at him, the light from her amber eyes slowly dimming as she took in Brandon's sudden mood change.
"Um, yeah," Stella did her best not to let anxiety get the best of her, "what did you want to talk about?"
Stella sat up next to Brandon and did her best to look at him in his eyes. She was so nervous, nervous that he was going to tell her that it was over, that he really didn't like her in the way that she liked him. She hoped for the best while preparing for the worst.
"Do you like me, Stella?" Brandon asked.
Stella's eyes widened in shock, was that it?
"Of course, Brandon. I wouldn't be jumping into your bed almost every night unless I liked you." Stella let out a small laugh, glad to get that out of the way. She leaned forward again but Brandon stopped her.
"No," Brandon sighed, "do you like me? As in, do you...do you want to be with me? For me?"
"Brandon what are you-"
"Stella, I need to know!" Brandon quickly rose to his feet and looked at Stella who was still on the bed, "I love doing what we are doing, you know I do. But I don't want to find out that I am not wasting my time dreaming about someone who doesn't want me back in the same way that I want them."
"Do you think that you are wasting your time?" Stella gave Brandon an accusatory glance.
"Well, I don't know, Stella." Brandon folded his arms and narrowed his hazel eyes at the blonde fairy. "I barely know anything about you and when I try to ask you want we are, what this is," Brandon motioned between him and Stella, "you shut me down and jump on top of me. Not like I don't enjoy it, I do, but I don't want to continue this if there is no possible future for us."
Stella's face softened and Brandon could sense sadness cover Stella's face. What did she have to be sad about?
"Either you tell me what it is that you want or whatever we have is over."
"I can't do that." Stella looked down at her legs as she brought her knees up to her chest.
"You can, Stella!" Brandon yelled in exasperation, "Just tell me what it is that you want! Let me know if you really like me. It's not like I am asking you to marry me, Stell. I just need to know if you love me the way that I love you."
Stella's head snapped up, her eyes glossy with unshed tears. Brandon wanted to become swallowed up by the ground, he had never seen Stella so upset and he could not have imagined that Stella would be the one crying. He thought he would be the one devastated by the end of the night.
"Stella, I didn't-"
"Please don't say that."
Brandon's face contorted into an expression of confusion, "Say what?"
"You said that you love me. Do you love me?"
Well, he hadn't meant to let that slip, "I...I...I didn't...I mean..." Brandon took a deep breath, "Yes. I love you, Stella and that is why I need to know how you feel about me."
Tears began to fall from her eyes and down her sunkissed cheek. Her lips began to quiver as she looked away from Brandon.
"Please, Stella. Please just tell me." Brandon softly pleaded.
"Brandon," Stella whimpered, "I love you too."
Brandon smiled.
"But I can't...I can't...I can't be with you in the way that you want me to be with you." Stella wiped her eyes.
"What? But you love me and I love you. Isn't that enough?" Brandon was flustered as he did his best to process what had happened.
"No," Stella replied, "it isn't."
"Why? Why not?"
Stella was silent as she looked up at Brandon. She couldn't tell him without falling apart, without breaking the dam that threatened to burst behind her eyes.
"Stella, please tell me. Now that I know that you love me, I just can't be content with that and not being together."
"Brandon, I-"
"Fine." Brandon threw up his hands, "Fine, Stella. You don't have to lie to me to feel better. Telling me that you love me without meaning it is cruel, you know that? A real bitch move."
The tears kept coming and Stella's gaze fell lower and lower, "Brandon, please..."
"I get it. Really, I do." Brandon groaned, "You don't want to be with me, I'm as dumb as I look, and you are just the-"
"I'm scared, Brandon!"
Stella yelled and Brandon snapped his head to look at Stella.
"I can't be with you because I am scared. I am scared that I will end up as unhappy and as alone as my parents."
"What?"
"The reason I am here...at Alfea for the summer..."
"Stella what are you talking about?"
"I know that you have been interested to learn more about me and my family. I could always sense the disappointment when I would ignore the topic and I hoped that it would be possible to ignore it for a little longer. Not speaking about it made it seem like it wasn't real, that I could ignore it. But now I know that I can't." Stella took a deep breath before she continued.
"My parents are going through a divorce and I can't stand to be home. My mom and dad just yell at each other all the time. I am supposed to be happy because I am a princess, right? Have the perfect, storybook life. But no, I hate everything about it at the moment...except for you. But do you want to know the worst part of it all?"
Brandon didn't reply, knowing that Stella was going to tell him anyways.
"I remember how happy my parents were together and how I slowly watched them grow apart and begin to hate each other. I remember that it would start with awkward dinners and cold glances in the halls of the palace. Then came the arguing, the shouting, the throwing of dishes, and then they would use me to get back at each other. But through it all, I just remembered all the good times and kept wondering how it came to be like that. So I am scared, Brandon. That if I let someone in that I will end up as miserable, angry, and alone as my parents."
Brandon sighed and took a seat next to Stella on his bed, "Stella, we aren't your parents."
"I know, but I have an inkling that the root of all their problems is me. I am the disappointment who had to repeat my first year at Alfea, my only talent is shopping, and-"
"Stella, you know that isn't true."
"You don't hear them fight, Brandon! I have heard them say that the only reason that they stayed together as long as they did was because of me. I am the reason that they are unhappy, that they clung to each other. I ruined the potions lab, I ruined my parents, and if we are together, I am going to ruin you too and I love you too much to let that happen."
Brandon placed a hand on Stella's knee, his heart aching for the woman next to him on the bed.
"You didn't ruin anything. Well, maybe the potions lab but it was an accident and nobody was hurt. But you cannot blame yourself for your parents and you will never ruin me, Stella."
"Please, Brandon. Have you met me? I don't even know why you could have fallen in love with someone like me. I just continue to disappoint over and over again. I can never do anything right and-"
"That isn't true. You have never been anything other than perfect to me. I love how loud you are, how stubborn you are, and even how rude you are at times. You don't let people walk all over you. You are also kind, a wonderful friend, a fierce warrior, and the most beautiful woman that I ever met. Stella, you would never ruin me. I was the one who lied to you so if we really think about it, I have been the disappointment, not you."
"Brandon..."
"I want to be with you because I love you. Even if what you said is true, I would rather take the risk being with you rather than be safe and regret not being with you. Being with you is worth every risk but I know that the odds are in our favor."
Stella raised her head up to look at Brandon, her eyes red and puffy and her cheeks stained with the trails of her salty tears.
"You want to..."
Brandon reached up and placed his hands on either sides of Stella's face. He wiped away a tear from her cheek and brushed a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear.
"Yes, Stella, I want to be with you. More than anything. I love you and you are worth more than any risk or trouble that might come our way."
"Really?" Stella asked in disbelief. She would have never imagined that he would want to be with her after hearing about her home life and how much of a screw up she is. But he looked at her with sincerity and adoration.
"I love you, Stella."
"And I love you too."
Brandon leaned forward and returned his lips to Stella's, "So, will you please be my girlfriend?"
Stella giggled against Brandon's lips, "Yes."
Before she could register what she had just said, letting Brandon know that she wanted to be with him as more than "friends with benefits", her back hit his mattress and a shirtless Brandon was on top of him. His lips were on hers and she moaned into his mouth as her hands once again began to touch the smooth expanse of his bare chest. His hands roamed over her body, slipping under her orange shirt and his hips bucking against hers.
Stella gasped and Brandon moved his hips away, "Sorry, Stell."
"No no," Stella said between kisses, "I want you to, please."
Brandon didn't need to hear any more until his hands pulled Stella's shirt over her head and slid her skirt off of her body until she was left in a coral lingerie set. Brandon had seen Stella in a state of undress many times before but right now was different. He knew that she loved him the way that he loved her and they were now together. Together together. Brandon had never been so happy or so taken aback by the beautiful woman underneath him.
"Is something wrong?" Stella asked as she broke the kiss, noticing Brandon's still body above hers.
"Nothing at all." Brandon gave Stella a smile, "Just happy is all. Happy to be with you and happy that you want to be with me."
Stella blushed, "You're so cheesy."
"You know it, Sunshine."
Stella pulled Brandon back on top of her, their lips crashing together and her hands dipped down to the button of Brandon's jeans. She always teased him for wearing pants in the summer but Brandon had always been an odd guy. Odd, funny, charming, caring, hot, sexy...
She made quick work of his pants, his boxers coming down with them as she tugged. His erection popped out and she could feel it bob against her thigh. She felt herself get wetter and wetter by the second, so much so that she decided to rid herself of her now damp coral underwear.
"Eager?" Brandon smirked.
"Oh shut it." Stella rolled her eyes as she gripped Brandon's member in her hand firmly, eliciting a gasp from Brandon. He thrusted his hips as a reflex into Stella's hand. "Now who is eager?"
Brandon didn't respond, moaning as he pressed his lips to Stella's. She lined him up with her entrance and he could feel the warmth eminanting from between her legs. With his tip now meeting a wet heat, Brandon pushed forward into the tight heat. Once inside, Brandon groaned as he felt himself become consumed by her. Consumed by the feeling of being inside of her, consumed by her passionate kiss, and consumed by the happiness that she had brought him. She was like her power. Stella was more brilliant and shone brighter than the sun. She was his sun; he had no idea how he would be able to live without her.
Stilling inside of her, Brandon took a moment to compose himself, trying his best to finish before they had even started. But Stella had other ideas.
She moved her hips, causing Brandon's cock to move in and out. Brandon snapped back to reality at the feeling of Stella moving underneath and around him. He had half a mind to let her continue to move her hips, content on the feeling she was providing him. But that would be selfish of him and there was room for only one selfish person in the relationship and he loved that it was Stella. Riven called him "whipped" and more recently, a "simp" but he didn't care what he was called, as long as Stella was pleased. And now Brandon wanted to give her even more pleasure.
He gripped her hips, stilling her movements and met her with movements of her own. He started slow and gentle and he felt her body relax even more underneath him. Brandon grabbed one of her legs and lifted it up to his hip and she hooked it around, her heel digging into his back.
"Faster, Brandon." Stella breathlessly begged. The blush on her skin from earlier grew and consumed her body as she panted under Brandon's movements.
Brandon's fingertips dug into the flesh of Stella's hips, picking up the pace of his movements and thrusting into her faster and harder. He was not going to ignore her command, he knew that would have been bad news for him.
Her heel dug further into his back as he pushed harder and faster, "Brandon..." She moaned his name. His lips moved from her mouth down her jaw before landing on her neck. He sucked at the soft skin, surely leaving behind a mark. Nothing that a good bit of magic couldn't fix. But maybe since they were officially together, she might not want to conceal the marks that he left. He hoped that she didn't. He wanted everyone to see that she was his.
Okay, maybe there was room for two selfish people in this relationship.
"Mmm, Stella...you feel so fucking good." Brandon groaned into her neck.
"Brandon, I'm...ah...ah...ah...oh, Brandon I am so close..." Stella panted as squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the tightness in her abdomen of the impending orgasm threatening to explode within her.
"That's it, Sunshine. Come for me, baby." Brandon urged as he lifted Stella's other leg and wrapped it around his hips. With the new angle, he could reach deeper into Stella, causing Stella to scream out in pleasure. Brandon was glad that it was summer and everyone else in the dorm had been home.
Stella couldn't form words, all coherent thought leaving her head and the pleasure in her body taking over. She was a mess of squeals, pants, and gasps. It was music to Brandon's ears.
Brandon could feel Stella begin to tighten around her, letting him know that she was so close. He diped his hand between their bodies, his fingers landing on the sensitive nub between Stella's legs. She screamed and Brandon let out a loud groan as Stella came around him, her body squeezing his cock as he thrust, sending his mind into a tailspin.
"Shit..." Brandon gasped as Stella stiffened below him and dug her heels painfully into Brandon's back. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, Stella. I'm going to cum, baby."
Pulling out and firmly grabbing his cock, he began pumping his hand up and down the thick shaft. He looked down at Stella, her body flushed and her chest heaving up and down. She was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and her blonde hair was a complete mess over his pillows. Her eyes were closed and her pink lips were swollen and parted, a picture of pure bliss from the haze of her orgasm. Fuck, she looked perfect.
Brandon pumped his fist over his cock, the tension rising between his legs and his body becoming feverishly hot. He was so close. He was going to...
With one last pump, Brandon let out a pained groan and thick, white, hot ropes of cum came shooting out of him and over Stella's smooth stomach. Stella moaned softly at the feeling of Brandon's cum hitting her stomach, knowing that she was the one that caused it.
"You look so perfect..."
"I feel perfect." Stella sighed as she let out a soft giggle.
Brandon placed a soft kiss on Stella's lips before he unhooked Stella's legs from around his body. He lifted himself off of the bed and stumbled from the bed to the small bathroom connected to the dorm room. Stella heard the sink faucet turn off and on as she laid there, her abdomen covered in the result of her and Brandon's intimate moment. Brandon emerged a minute later with a warm washcloth in his hands and handing it to Stella.
"Thank you," Stella said as she reached up and grabbed the washcloth. She began wiping away the cum from her body as Brandon pulled on a pair of dark gray sweatpants. He reached down and gave Stella her underwear, she blushed as she set down the washcloth on the nightstand and took her underwear in her hands. Brandon took the washcloth and threw it in the basket of dirty clothes that he would have to clean in the morning.
Stella grabbed Brandon's discarded shirt that was on the bed from earlier and put it over her body. Brandon joined her in the bed and gently wrapped his arms around Stella.
"That was...that was...nice." Stella sighed into Brandon's bare chest as he held her close. He smelled like musk and sex. Usually she hated the smell and would force him to shower but right now, it had been the most comforting aroma that she had smelled.
"Just nice?" Brandon chuckled.
"Oh you know what I mean!" Stella exclaimed.
"I know, I know." Brandon placed a kiss on the top of her head, feeling the tangles and knots on his lips. "And thank you."
"For what?" Stella asked, a smile on her face. "This wasn't exactly our first time so you don't have to thank me or anything like that."
"No, I just mean..." Brandon took a deep breath, "thank you for giving us a chance. I love you, the good and the bad."
"What about the ugly?" Stella asked.
Brandon laughed, "Nothing about you is ugly, Stella. You are beautiful inside and out. I can't wait to explore more of every beautiful part of you...together."
Stella tilted her head and placed a kiss on the underside of Brandon's jaw.
"I love you too."