I um, I am super wine drunk and me wine drunk is HELLA HORNY! So sorry if this gets a little nasty, raunchy...but that's what I'm here for, right? I told the crowd on insta that the first person to give me a couple to write about and in under a minute, the couple was given and I have to say...I am NOT surprised lol. If there are any spelling or grammar mistakes, no there aren't lol

I made a few edits...

Bloom and Brandon- Mine

"You have to go away again?" Bloom whined as she looked up at Sky.

His suitcase was by the door and when she had walked through the door from work, he had told her that he had another business trip to go on.

"I'm sorry, Bloom." Sky gave her a sincere sigh, "This deal is not wanting to close the way that we want it to and my father keeps sending me back. Why I can't do this over a simple email is beyond me but you know my dad. There is nobody that you cannot schmooze and you know how good I am at it."

Bloom giggled as she placed a kiss on Sky's cheek, "That's how you got me."

"I am sure that it was a little more than some sweet talk that got you."

"Yeah, it had to be because your sweet talk sucks."

Sky rolled his eyes as he grabbed the handle of his suitcase and placed a kiss on Bloom's lips, "Aw, you know you liked it."

"That's not all I like." Bloom wrapped her arms around Sky's neck, carding her fingers through his blonde hair.

"As much as I'd love to know all that you like, I really need to get going." Sky pulled Bloom's arms away from his neck. "I have to catch a plane and it is going to leave whether I am on it or not."

Bloom gave a humph as she crossed her arms over her chest, "Fine, leave your new fiance behind."

"Don't give me that, Bloom. You know that won't work on me."

"It never has."

"Nope, and it won't today." Sky laughed, "I will see you after the weekend. Try not to get in too much trouble."

"No promises."

"I should know better than to ask that of you."

Bloom rolled her eyes, "Just go. You'll miss your plane if you keep talking to me."

Sky placed his hand on the doorknob of their apartment door and swung it open. Stealing one more kiss from Bloom, he pulled the handles of his suitcase and headed out of the door.

"No trouble."

"Goodbye, Sky." Bloom grabbed the edge of the wooden door and watched Sky walk down the hall of the apartment building. He turned around and gave her a parting wave after he pressed the button of the elevator and the door opened. She gave him a wave back before shutting the door and the emptiness of her apartment flooded her senses.

However, all feelings of emptiness and the potential weight of loneliness floated away when she reached for the remote and turned on the television. While she hated it when Sky was gone for the weekend, she loved having the apartment to herself. The last time it happened, well, the last time that it happened, she found herself sharing a bed with her fiance's best friend.

Her thoughts filled with her fiance's brunette friend and how she had not seen him since that night. The night of her engagement party. The night that he had fucked her in the guest room when her engagement party was happening. When they had finished, he had left her alone in the room, his words cold as he slammed the door behind him. They hadn't talked since then.

Bloom looked down at her ring and turned it around her finger. She sighed as she weighed her options. Should she call him? Would he even come if she did? Bloom really wanted to apologize but the fact still remained that she was still engaged to Sky. She shook her head at the thought. No, she would just enjoy the weekend by herself. No Sky. No Brandon. No drama.

She knew who she wanted to speak to.

Bloom picked up her phone from the kitchen counter as she pulled down a bottle of wine and a large glass. Opening the kitchen drawer, Bloom pulled out the corkscrew and quickly opened the bottle of red wine, and poured herself a glass. Pressing the contact in her phone, Bloom put the small cellphone to her ear and impatiently waited for the person to pick up.

There was a click, "Hello?" a tired and raspy voice answered.

"Hey, Stell. What are you doing?" Bloom asked as she placed the bottle of wine on the kitchen counter and picked up the full glass of wine.

"Um, I'm actually at Mark's..." Stella responded.

"Mark from advertising?" Bloom asked before she took a sip of her wine.

"Um, yes."

"What are you doing with Mark?"

Bloom heard Stella groan from the other side of the phone, "What do you mean, what am I doing with Mark?"

"I don't know but you sounded really tired when you answered the phone."

"I'm not tired, Bloom."

"Then why-"

"Mark and I just had sex. Ya know, knockin' boots, bumpin' uglies, fucking?"

Bloom set down her glass of wine, "Stella! We just got off work two hours ago! I didn't even know that you and Mark were-"

"We're not but we have been talking and his hands are-"

"I got it, Stell." Bloom giggled as she took another sip of wine.

There was a moment of silence as Bloom heard rustling on the other end of the line. She heard some deep moaning and protests of begging Stella not to leave the bed. Bloom started to feel bad that she had interrupted something. Oh well...

"So what did you want?" Stella asked.

"Sky is gone for the weekend on a business trip and I was going to ask if you wanted to hit the town with me tonight but I can see that you have other plans."

Bloom heard a squeal, "No no no no! I want to come out!"

"Oh good." Bloom beamed, "You can bring Mark if you want."

"But who will you bring?" Stella asked.

"Maybe I'll bring Roxy."

"The secretary?"

"I don't see why not." Bloom shrugged as she took another sip of her wine. "I would rather not be a third-wheel."

"No no no, I won't invite Mark. It will be a girl's night."

"Are you sure, Stell?"

"Of course!" Stella exclaimed, "I'll bring you an outfit. We have to look fabulous."

"I would expect nothing less from you."

"Darling," Stella put on her weird British accent that drove Bloom nuts, "when have I ever led you wrong?"

Half of the bottle of wine was gone when a knock sounded on the front door of Bloom and Sky's shared apartment. Bloom rose from the couch and turned off the television as she staggered over to the front door. Swinging open the front door, Bloom gave a drunk smile to her blonde friend.

"Oh no, Sky got you pinot noir again, didn't he?" Stella rolled her eyes as she walked inside of the apartment, two garment bags draped over her arms.

"How did you know?" Bloom closed the door behind Stella and made her way to the small living room where Stella was setting down the garment bags over the back of the couch.

"Well, you're staggering and your lips are stained dark red. Plus," Stella smirked, "you are never that happy to see me."

"What are you talking about? I am always happy to see you."

"Whatever you say."

Stella opened the black garment bags to reveal a burnt orange strapless dress that was shorter than anything that Bloom had ever seen. That was until Stella opened the other garment bag and she saw that there was an even shorter and smaller dress in cobalt blue.

"Stella..."

"You said that you wanted to go out and when the cat's away, the mouse will play."

Bloom grabbed her half-full glass of wine and chugged the rest of the pinot noir that was inside of it.

"Oh come on, Bloom. You used to wear this stuff all the time when we were in college."

Stella pulled out the dressed as laid them out across the couch.

"And last time I checked," Bloom stumbled over to the kitchen counter to set down her now empty wine glass, "neither of us were in college."

"And last time I checked," Stella smirked, "you are as drunk as a skunk."

"Am not!"

"Are too!" Stella shot back, "Now get your ass over here so we can get ready!"

The music was loud as the bass reverberated through the club. Bloom could barely hear herself think as she made her way to the bar with Stella. Or it could have been the whole bottle of wine that she drank waiting for Stella to get to her apartment and while getting ready.

"One tequila sunrise and a water!" Stella shouted over the music to the bartender.

"And one-"

Bloom began to order but was cut off when Stella held a hand over Bloom's mouth.

"Nothing for her." Stella smiled at the bartender.

Bloom removed Stella's hand and glared at her, "What the Hell, Stella!?"

"You are already drunk, Bloom. I am not trying to carry your ass back home. These heels are barely able to hold up my weight, let alone are strong enough to carry your ass back to your place."

"Stella you know that I can-"

"No." Stella firmly said.

"Since when did you become so responsible?" Bloom rolled her eyes.

"Says the woman fucking Brandon behind her fiance's back!"

"Shhh!" Bloom placed a finger over Stella's lips.

"Don't shh me!"

"You're the one who gave me the idea!" Bloom countered.

"But I'm not the one that put Brandon's dick in your-"

"I got it, Stell."

Stella gave Bloom a smug grin, "Good. Now drink your water and be happy."

The bartender came over with the tequila sunrise and the water. Bloom quickly snatched the bright-colored liquid and brought the straw to her lips, sucking down the sweet liquid.

"Hey!" Stella exclaimed.

"Well one of us has to be the designated driver."

If the music was loud before, it was deafening to the point where Bloom could barely hear or really sense anything around her on the dance floor. Or it could have been the wine, tequila, and vodka that she had in the past few hours.

But this is just what she needed. A night with her best friend and a clear head. Once Stella had gotten some liquor in her, they hit the dance floor where they hadn't left since they got on.

Bloom moved her hips to the music as she danced next to Stella. She began to feel the thumping of the bass course through her body and everything around her began to disappear. The lights were blinding as she looked up and Bloom swore that she had traveled to another dimension where nothing mattered. She didn't think about Sky and she didn't think about Brandon, it was perfect. Just her alone in the club with her best friend by her side. It was euphoric.

Soon, Bloom felt something heavy and warm settle on her hips. Something, no, someone came up behind her. As she moved her hips, she felt her ass begin to grind against something hard and something hard. She lifted an arm up and followed the person's chest up to the neck where she wrapped an arm back around the neck. She felt soft, short hair as she danced against the person.

Bloom moaned as she pressed her ass into the crotch of the man she was dancing with, his erection becoming harder and his hands on her hips tightening.

"Mmmm..." Bloom raised her other hand to trace her sternum up to her neck.

A pair of lips found their way to the hollow of her neck where it met her shoulder, pressing a hot and wet kiss on the spot. Bloom turned in his arms and looked to see pale skin and black hair. It wasn't Sky and it wasn't Brandon. Perfect.

She placed her hands on either side of his face and brought her lips to his for a wet and sloppy kiss. He returned the kiss with equal hunger and excitement.

"Damn, girl..." the man groaned as he bit down on Bloom's lips.

Bloom pulled her head back, pulling her lip from the man's teeth. She quickly returned her mouth to his as his hands slid down to the swell of her ass. He squeezed and Bloom let out another moan.

"Do you want to come back to my place?" the man asked her.

Bloom was about to nod, desperate to leave with the man and get some simple, noncommittal sex. She had never seen this man before and thus, he didn't know Sky. She knew everyone who Sky knew, that's what it was like being the fiance of the son of the CEO of a major corporation. But as soon as she gave in to her wanton and drunken desire, she felt herself being pulled away.

"What the..." Bloom couldn't finish her protest, the alcohol mixed with the pullback causing her head to spin.

What she saw knocked the wind out of her. Standing between her and the black-haired man was the familiar sight of tan skin and brunette hair.

Brandon.

He was pushing the man back as he held on to Bloom's hand. She wanted to pull away, tell him to let her go, and leave her alone to go have fun with the other man. But once again, before Bloom could protest, Brandon was quicker. He pulled her away from the man and off of the dance floor to a corner of the large club.

"What were you thinking?" Brandon asked as he pulled Bloom close to him.

"What do you mean? I was having fun and I was about to-"

"I know what you were about to do, Bloom!" Brandon yelled through clenched teeth.

Bloom pulled her hand away from Brandon and crossed her arms over her chest, pressing her breasts up over the neckline of the tight dress that she wore. She might have been drunk, but she didn't miss the way that Brandon looked at her.

"And what about it?" Bloom shook her head, "Wait, what are you doing here anyway?"

"Stella called me to be the designated driver. My apartment is just around the corner. But that doesn't explain why you were about to go home with a man that wasn't Sky."

"Oh please, like you have any room to talk. If I didn't know any better, I have had a fair share of your cock inside of me."

"Bloom, you know-"

"I thought that you weren't talking to me," Bloom stated more than asking a question. She knew that Brandon had been avoiding her since the night of the engagement party.

Brandon placed a hand on his face and ran it down as he let out an exasperated sigh, "Don't go home with people that you just met."

"Well, I hate sex with Sky and you haven't been talking to me so what was I supposed to do?" Bloom glared up at Brandon. "A girl has need certain needs, you know."

Brandon met Bloom's glare and his nostrils flared as he breathed out.

"If you are going to be a little slut," Brandon's voice deepened and became dark, "you need to remember that you are my little slut."

Brandon gripped Bloom's wrist and pulled her behind him as he made his way to the front of the club. Bloom tripped over her feet as they made it to the entrance. Brandon held his arm out and pushed on the metal bar to open the large metal doors of the club.

The cool air hit Bloom's face and the loud booming of the music became faint and the bright lights of the club were replaced with the lights of Magix City.

"Brandon, let go of me," Bloom whined as Brandon pulled her behind him as they made their way down the street to the familiar brick highrise building.

"I don't think so." Brandon replied, "You wanted to go home with that other man and I am going to have to teach you that I am the only one you go home with. I told you, you belong to me."

Bloom felt her thighs quiver as they made their way through the city of Magix. God, he was so...wait...

"What about Stella?" Bloom asked, her mind going back to her friend in the club.

"I will come back for her later but for now," Brandon turned his head to look back at Bloom, "you need to be punished."

They had made it back to the large brick building and Brandon had pulled her into the elevator. Too lazy to take the stairs and Bloom was way too drunk to make the journey. When inside of the elevator, Brandon's mouth was immediately on Bloom's, the taste of everything that she had to drink that night lingering on her breath.

"Mmmm, take me right here, Brandon." Bloom pleaded.

"I don't think so," Brandon sternly replied, "I intend to punish you and punish you well."

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl." Brandon bright his lips back to Bloom's but his hand began to trail down her front and sneak under the hem of her tight, blue dress.

"Touch me." Bloom commanded as she brought a hand down of her own to guide Brandon's to where she wanted it.

He swatted her hand away from his and she let out a small yelp in protest.

"I said," Brandon growled, "I was going to punish you, and girls who need to be punished don't get to be touched the way that they want."

"But I thought that I was your good girl?" Bloom pouted.

"You are, but you have been very naughty tonight. Almost going home with someone that was not me. And for that, you need to be punished."

"But-"

"What did I say?" Brandon pulled away from Bloom to look into her bright blue eyes.

Bloom sighed in defeat, "Yes, sir."

"That's my girl. Now, I hope that pussy is ready for me."

Bloom gave Brandon a sly smile, "Always."

Bloom's back hit the mattress as she had been pushed onto the bed. Brandon wasted absolutely no time in ripping the tight, blue, backless dress from off of Bloom's body. He would pay Stella back later for the ruined dress.

He ran a hand over the smooth pale skin of her chest, taking in the way her breasts poked out from under the black strapless bra as she raised her arms languidly above her head.

"Turn around. Now." Brandon commanded.

Bloom looked up at him and smiled before complying. She rolled over so that her chest was now on the cool green sheets of Brandon's bed. She could hear Brandon let out a soft groan above her.

"Fuck, I missed this ass."

Bloom smirked as she began to move her hips back and forth. She could hear the light clinking of a belt buckle and the rustling of clothes behind her.

SMACK

Bloom yelped as a sharp slap fell onto the meaty flesh of her ass. However, the sharp sting was smothered when Brandon rubbed away the red mark from her ass. She let out a relieved moan.

SMACK

Another sharp slap hit Bloom's ass and she yelped as her ass rose up in the air as a reflex.

"Such a beautiful ass. I love to see it red like this."

"Mmmm, yes, sir." Bloom moaned.

"Do you like it when I slap your pretty round ass?" Brandon asked as he brought his hand back down for another swift smack.

"Yes!" Bloom exclaimed, "Sir." She added for good measure.

SMACK

He would make her ass as red as her hair if need be. She was going to go home with another man. That wasn't him or Sky. How desperate was she? Was she really that much of a slut? Or had she really missed him that much?

Brandon surprised her as he grabbed her hips and pulled her ass up in the air. Her face was flushed with the mattress as Brandon held her in place. It reminded her of the time in the guest room and the time that they had enjoyed their first round of anal together. Did he have the same thing in mind? No, he liked to dabble in the extremes but he wasn't sadistic. He might have been upset with her but he would never do something like that to her. He had made it clear that it was about her pleasure.

All doubt in her head was quelled when she suddenly felt the stretching sensation of Brandon thrusting inside of her tight pussy. He hadn't even warned her. Was this part of the punishment? He knew how much of a control freak she was and at the moment, she had absolutely no control. She would have rolled her eyes at how his punishment was all about denying her control but the way that he was fucking in and out of her made her mind go blank and her body go numb. Or it could have been the alcohol?

"Oh FUCK!" Bloom shouted as Brandon moved at a fervor pace. The sound and feel of his body smacking against her ass as he buried himself inside of her. In and out, in and out.

Nope. It definitely wasn't the alcohol this time. Brandon felt too good to be true.

Feeling a burst of energy and strength, Bloom moved her body, flipping Brandon onto his back before she lined herself up to slam down on Brandon's wet cock.

Her knees burned as she moved up and down, her breasts moving with every bounce and her hair swinging in her face. She placed her hands on Brandon's chest as she used him to anchor herself, she would have fallen over if she didn't. All thoughts had left Bloom's head as she moved over Brandon. The arrangement was that he was in control during the sex, it was what was missing from her sex life with Sky, but as the liquor and lust had taken over, Bloom needed Brandon and needed him now.

Brandon's hands fell to Bloom's hips as the shock of the flip floated away.

"Shit, you feel so good on my cock!" Brandon exclaimed as his fingers dug into Bloom's pale skin.

"Tell me more." Bloom moaned as she continued to bounce on top of Brandon. She absolutely loved it when he talked dirty to her. She loved it when he talked to her at all. She missed him more than he would know, more than he could ever know.

"Such a good girl pleasuring yourself on top of me. I love watching you bounce, hungry for my...oh shit...hard..."

It had become so hard to speak as Bloom's pussy began to tighten around Brandon's cock, her orgasm on the verge of spilling over. She was so close and Brandon would make sure she reached that moment of wanton ecstasy.

"Almost went home with another man tonight...Only I can make you come. Only I can make you feel good."

"Yes yes yes..." Bloom panted as her pale skin began to redden as she shut her blue eyes and bit down on her bottom lip. Her thighs began to quiver and her pace began to slow down a bit as she felt her legs weaken with every movement.

As much as Brandon loved having Bloom on top, he wrapped his arms around her waist and with another swift motion, flipped Bloom so that she was now on her back. His hips began to piston in and out of her as one hand held her ankle up to her head and the other hand found its place back on her neck. There was something about seeing her eyes darken as the blood flowed slowly to her head. Her moans also became louder and Brandon quite enjoyed making her scream.

"Oh my God oh my God oh my God..." Bloom repeated as her hands gripped the sheets of Brandon's bed, needing to hold onto something as the fire in her stomach became hotter and hotter with every thrust.

"That's a good girl," Brandon grunted, "come on this cock, baby. Fuck, you feel amazing."

"Oh shi..." Bloom couldn't finish her words when Brandon suddenly released Bloom's neck as his hand moved to her clitoris. The blood rushed back to her head as the feeling of Brandon's hand on her clit became overwhelming. She had forgotten how to breathe as the sensation became too much.

Feeling the warm sensation of her orgasm instead of the more electric and explosive orgasm, Bloom was not surprised to find that her legs were soaking wet. Her mind was blank and she took in a deep breath before letting out a loud moan.

"God damn, baby." Brandon praised as he continued to move in and out, "You know I love it when you do that. Did you do that just for me?"

"Yes, sir." Bloom gave a breathless reply.

"Tell me, who does this ass belong to?"

"You, sir."

"Who does this pussy belong to?"

"You, sir."

"Who does that mouth belong to?"

"You, sir."

"And who do you go to when you need all of those properly fucked?"

"You, sir."

"That's my girl. Now I am going to fill this tight pussy up."

With one final thrust, Brandon stilled inside of Bloom as he released his hot load.

"Fucking Hell, Bloom!" Brandon yelled as he came. His fingertips dug into the flesh of Bloom's hips. Already hovering over Bloom, he slumped down on top of her before pulling out and rolling to the side.

They both caught their breath, neither of them expecting the night to go that way. Bloom wanted a night of no Sky and no Brandon. Just Stella, drinks, and fun. Brandon swore to himself that he was done with Bloom but when he saw her making out with that guy on the dancefloor, he had to get her away from him and take her back with him. She was his. Even if she could not truly be his, she was his when it came to her pleasure. Something that he knew he had over Sky for once. He had been the only one to make her explode like that, to make her burst with her orgasm. Not Sky. Him. And he couldn't handle it if anyone else did or even tried. If she was going to be a cheating whore, she was going to do it with him. No one else.

"Bloom." Brandon breathed in as he struggled to catch his breath.

"Yeah..." Bloom sighed as she closed her eyes, not even bothering to make an effort to clean herself up. Too drunk and too tired.

"Don't ever think about going home with someone else."

Bloom nodded and Brandon's voice left his mouth, deep and hot.

"You are mine."

Well, I had fun and I hope you did too.