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Bloom & Brandon- Yours

"It's a date."

He was really doing this. Brandon was going on a date. It would be his first date since he and Stella broke up nearly a year ago. His heart beat fast and his palms were sweaty. He didn't think that he was ready to say "yes" to a date. But here he was, standing in the middle of the breakroom at the office and making plans for Saturday night.

Brandon smiled as he watched her walk away, equal parts nervous and slightly excited for what Saturday night had in store for him. He never thought that he would be free of her spell, but maybe with this date, he would be.

"Um, Brandon?"

Brandon turned to see Stella standing behind him with her arms folded across her chest. She didn't look happy, and he knew Stella well enough to know that the look that she was giving was not a good sign.

"What do you want?" Brandon asked as he walked past her to the breakroom refrigerator and took out a melon yogurt.

"What the Hell was that?" Stella asked as she pointed towards the door.

"What do you mean?"

Brandon shut the door to the refrigerator and turned to walk past Stella to get a spoon.

"Don't play with me!" Stella exclaimed, "Did you really just say yes to a date with Mitzi fucking Johnson?"

Brandon took off the lid of his yogurt and licked the yogurt off of the top.

"So what if I did?"

Stella stared at Brandon and her eyebrows furrowed as if in deep thought.

Brandon sighed, "What now, Stella?"

"Crack," Stella replied.

"Huh?"

"I am just trying to figure out what the Hell you are smoking to have said yes to Mitzi Johnson. I never thought that you would have chosen crack as your drug of choice but that is all that I can think of right now."

Brandon glared at Stella before walking away, "Just shut it, Stella."

"Mitzi has been after you for years and now that little goblin has gotten you into her grimy goblin grasp."

"Stella..."

"Not only that," Stella moved closer to Brandon, "you said yes to a date that wasn't with Bloom?"

"Newsflash Stella," Brandon scoffed, "Bloom isn't exactly available."

"That still doesn't stop you from sticking your cock in every orifice on her body." Stella leaned in closely, whispering, "I know you fuck her in the office. You might as well take her on a date."

Brandon finished his yogurt before licking his plastic spoon and throwing away the container and spoon into the recycling bin.

"Plus, I know that you like her." Stella continued, "It's so obvious and I can-"

"Stella!" Brandon shouted, "It's not going to happen! She might like me in bed, but at the end of the day, she chose Sky! Not me!"

Stella's mouth shut as she stared at Brandon. It wasn't right. She knew it and worst of all, Brandon knew it. Stella didn't know why Brandon said yes to Mitzi. Not only because she was the biggest bitch that Stella had ever met but because Stella could see the way that Brandon looked at Bloom when they were in the office. Sometimes he would smile because they were about to or had just fucked, but those smiles were nothing compared to the smiles that were on his face as he watched her work or when they both happened to be in the breakroom. Brandon was in love with Bloom, and he was in denial.

"This wasn't in the plan, was it?" Stella softly sighed as she shook her head.

"What?"

"Falling in love with Bloom."

Brandon waited outside of the cozy restaurant where he agreed to meet Mitzi. He really was excited, honestly. Stella may have hated the ground that Mitzi walked on, but she had been asking for ages, and he was single so why shouldn't he say yes? It was worth a shot.

"Brandon!" Mitzi shouted as he ran towards her dressed in a dark, purple, skin-tight dress.

She was fifteen minutes late and Brandon quickly noticed where the fifteen minutes were spent. Stella always called Mitzi a "cake face" in addition to other crafty nicknames. Brandon didn't really know what Stella had meant, but he could see it now. Did she always wear so much makeup? Or perhaps it was the harsh street lighting.

Bloom always looked so fresh and beautiful, even when she wore makeup.

But Brandon was not here to judge. It was her face, and if she thought she looked good, then that was what was most important. While he may have dated Stella and Bloom was beautiful by any standards, Brandon didn't really care about looks. Besides, Brandon was curious to know if Mitzi really was as bad as Stella made her out to be.

"No worries," Brandon said with a smile, "would you like to-"

"What is this?" Mitzi sneered as she looked at the restaurant behind Brandon.

"What is what?" Brandon asked as he turned around to look up at the restaurant, "I thought that we agreed to meet here for dinner?"

"Yeah," Mitzi scoffed, "but I didn't know that this was the place. It doesn't look...presentable and Indian food? Far too spicy for me."

Brandon did his best to hide his slight annoyance. He loved Kohinoor Chimney, and so did Bloom. They would get it together when they would have to stay late and work on actual work. Well, there may have been a quick little fuck mixed in, but still, Brandon really did like the food that he had with Bloom, and he was glad that she introduced it to him.

"I swear," Brandon smiled, "this place is amazing. Don't let your eyes deceive you; they have some of the best tandoori that I have ever had and..." Brandon could tell that Mitzi did not care, "they also have non-spicy options."

Mitzi looked at Brandon and then at the restaurant as if weighing her options. Finally, Mitzi looked back at Brandon and frowned.

"I want Terrazanos."

Brandon groaned as Mitzi wrapped her arm around Brandon's and began pulling him away from one of his favorite restaurants.

"Mitzi, that place costs a fortune."

"So?"

"So...I do-"

"I want Terrazanos." Mitzi firmly stated, "And I know how much you make. You can take me."

Brandon sighed. He was saving to go away on a mini vacation; to spend some time on a beach far away from Magix. Thankfully, Stella offered him full use of her family's beach home in Solaria, but still, Brandon had big plans to sit out on the beach and spend all of his money on those fancy drinks that they serve to people in a coconut.

But now he was spending it on a fancy dinner in a restaurant he had never been to with a woman he wasn't sure that he even liked. Or tolerated. He thought that he had said yes to Mitzi because he was interested in her, but it turns out that Stella had been correct.

He had fallen in love with Bloom. He knew that when he fucked her in the spare room of his best friend's parent's house during her engagement party where she would be marrying said best friend. He didn't want her to marry Sky, but he had been selfish. That wasn't the nature of their relationship and it never would be. Bloom chose Sky and Brandon had to live with the fact that he was just a means to an end. That is what he had agreed to. They were just involved with one another for purely sexual reasons. So falling in love with Bloom was not supposed to happen.

But it did, and Brandon needed to get over it.

So, Brandon stomach the date that he was about to have with Mitzi or anyone else who might come after her. He needed to push Bloom out of his mind and he needed to find someone else. Someone who might be better than Bloom. Someone who was actually available for him to be with. Brandon knew that the relationship that he had with Bloom needed to end after she was married and that day was approaching faster than he had expected or hoped for. He couldn't be up at the altar as the best man wishing that he was instead where Sky stood.

Bloom chose Sky.

"Terrazano's it is."

Brandon arrived with Mitzi at the fancy and expensive restaurant, a far cry from Kohinoor Chimney. They were greeted by an older man in a suit who took Mitzi's coat. Brandon elected to keep his, much to the dismay of Mitzi, insisting that it was their "job" and that Brandon was being rude. In truth, Brandon didn't like his things to be out of his sight. Plus, he had never been to a place like this; he didn't know how he would get his coat back.

"Your table." the host said as he brought Mitzi and Brandon to a small, white tablecloth-covered table with two chairs facing across from one another.

"Aw," Mitzi whined, "I wanted a booth."

"I apologize, ma'am," the host said, "all of our booths have been taken for the evening."

Sensing that Mitzi was probably about to say something tone-deaf and rude, Brandon quickly interjected.

"The table will be just fine, thank you."

Brandon smiled as the host placed the menus on the table and walked away after notifying Brandon and Mitzi that their waiter would be with them shortly. As Brandon took off his coat, he looked at Mitzi who had been staring at him with contempt.

"What?" Brandon asked.

"I wanted a booth."

"The host said that they didn't have a booth. I am surprised that they even had a table so last minute on a Saturday night."

Mitzi let out a humph as she sat down in her chair, folding her arms across her chest.

"I suppose that this is fine."

Brandon was glad that he had not been so insistent on going to Kohinoor Chimney. He didn't want to subject Karthik to her scrutiny. Bloom had never talked to anyone the way that Mitzi did. Bloom may have been a rich girl, but you would never know it. She never looked down on anyone and when Brandon told her that he had grown up in the foster system, she barely batted an eye or showed him any pity which made him feel that she saw him as a person and not a sob story. Brandon didn't know if Mitzi would feel the same.

Grabbing his menu, Brandon looked at the list of items that he didn't know if he would be able to pronounce.

"So, what is good here?" Brandon asked.

"Have you never been to Terrazano's?"

Brandon smiled and shook his head, "As I said, it's a bit expensive."

"But you can afford it."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean that I am going to blow my money on expensive dinners."

Mitzi scoffed, "But you dated Stella."

"And?"

"She's like some sort of princess. I thought that you would have spent money on her."

Mitzi didn't know what the Hell she was talking about and Brandon was growing more and more impatient with Mitzi's bratty attitude. He might have dated Stella, and while she was high maintenance, Stella was far more grounded than people gave her credit for. They may not be dating anymore, but Brandon still loved Stella much like a very close friend or sister, and he would defend her to the end of the world. Stella was the one who led him to Bloom and her bed. Brandon owed Stella a lot more than anyone would ever know.

"Stella's favorite place was the taco truck down the street from the office."

"Marino's?"

"Yup."

Mitzi let out a shrill laugh that pierced Brandon's ears, "No way! Stella Solaria? That vapid-"

"Don't." Brandon quickly cut Mitzi off, "Don't say anything about Stella."

"Why?" Mitzi sneered, not liking Brandon's tone of voice, "It's not like you two are dating anymore."

"But that doesn't mean that I still don't care for her and that I don't want to hear anybody talk about her in the way that you were about to."

"Whatever." Mitzi replied as she picked up her menu, "Get the Mushroom Risotto to start, and th-"

"I am allergic to mushrooms."

"Then get the Garden Foccacia and-"

"That also has mushrooms." Brandon impatiently retorted.

"Okay, then-"

"You know what?" Brandon said as he placed the menu down on the table, "This isn't going to work."

"What?" Mitzi's eyes narrowed as she glared ahead at Brandon.

Brandon stood up and grabbed his coat that was hanging on the back of his chair. He threw it on his arms and adjusted it over his back.

"I'm not going to waste your time or mine being miserable on a date. I am glad that I had this experience because now I know for certain that you and I were never going to work out."

"Nobody walks out on Mitzi Johnson!" Mitzi exclaimed, managing to draw the attention of a few other patrons at the restaurant, "Sit down!"

"I will see you at the office, okay?" Brandon said, "I hope that you have a good rest of your evening."

Ignoring Mitzi's protests, Brandon made his way through the crowded restaurant and out into the busy streets of Magix. He was glad to be out of that stuffy restaurant. He hadn't been in there for long, but he had been in there long enough, and he had been with Mitzi far longer than anyone should ever have to be with her. Stella was right again; Mitzi was a complete bitch.

She would never compare to Bloom and Brandon was beginning to think that nobody ever would. He needed to get this experience out of his head. He needed to confront his feelings head-on. Brandon had crossed the line of doing what was right months ago when he had started his affair with Bloom. The minute that he had agreed to Stella's suggestion that he fulfill Bloom's carnal desires was the minute that he had betrayed his friend. He had always thought of Bloom as some uppity rich girl that his even richer friend had been dating but the more time that he had spent with Bloom made him reconsider everything he had thought about his best friend's girlfriend-turned-fiance.

He was hers, and he was tired of fighting it. There was no use in hiding the fact that just as he said that she belonged to him, he belonged to her. But he belonged to Bloom far beyond the realm of sex and pleasure. He was completely hers in every way.

He wanted her. He loved his best friend's fiance, and he had crossed the point of no return months ago. If there was a Hell, Brandon knew that he was going to burn, but the heat would feel soothing compared to the fire that he felt inside for Bloom. Brandon figured that if he were going to burn in Hell one day, he might as well make it worth it.

"...Dracarys!"

Bloom sat on the couch in the living room of her shared apartment with Sky as flames engulfed the TV screen before consuming the character in the show that she had been watching. It was late, and after a long day of running errands and completing a few household chores, Bloom was contently curled on her couch, watching TV, and nursing a glass of wine.

However, all good things had to come to an end when Bloom suddenly heard a loud knocking on her apartment door. Groaning, Bloom grabbed the remote as the knocking became louder and more urgent.

"I'm coming!" Bloom shouted as she paused her show and rolled off of the couch. This had to be important, Bloom thought as she made her way over to the door. Whoever it was had her pausing her show and Bloom hated when she had to pause a show right when it was starting to get good.

Reaching the door, Bloom swung it open to reveal Brandon at her doorway. It was a pleasant surprise, especially when he was dressed so nicely, but still, it was unexpected. What could he possibly want so late on a Saturday night?

"Brandon, what-"

"Is Sky here?" Brandon asked hurriedly, cutting Bloom off.

Bloom shook her head, "No he is gone for the weekend."

Brandon smiled, "So he won't be here tonight?"

"No, but I can tell him you stopped over if you would like."

Brandon chuckled, "I am not here for him."

"Then what are you here for?"

There was a slight pause and tension filled the space between Brandon and Bloom as they stood on the other sides of the doorway. Brandon knew that Bloom knew what he had wanted from the way that her lips parted ever so slightly, as if she were beckoning him closer. But then again that all could have been in his mind. He didn't care.

"You."

Before Bloom could respond, Brandon's lips were on hers, and his hands cupped the sides of her face as he fell into the apartment. Kicking the door shut behind him, Brandon's head did flips as he felt Bloom's hands quickly undo the buttons of his coat and shrug the thick material off of his body. His coat landed clumsily on the floor, but Brandon didn't care. All he cared about was kissing Bloom and the fact that she was kissing him with the same hungry passion that he had thrust on her.

Brandon's lips moved to Bloom's neck as he began placing kisses on her neck, not caring about the marks that might have been left behind.

"Mmmm, Brandon," Bloom's name fell from her lips which only made the flips in his head go faster, "why...?"

"Because you are mine." Brandon replied in a voice so softly that he wasn't sure if Bloom had heard him, "And I am yours."

"What?" Bloom asked, not able to hear.

Brandon lifted his head, "Because I tried to go on a date with Mitzi Johnson and it was horrible and I need to fuck."

Yes, he would tell her that lie for now. Well, it wasn't a complete lie, but it was better that Bloom didn't know the truth. She could never know his true feelings for her. He wanted her for as long as he could have her like this and he didn't want to risk losing her forever by telling her that he loved her. But deep down, Brandon supposed that she knew.

But that didn't mean that she needed those suspicions confirmed or that she had reciprocated his feelings. They were together for sex and he needed to remind them both of that.

"You know that I always am down for that," Bloom smirked as her hands began trailing up and down Brandon's chest.

"Good girl." Brandon replied, getting into the dominant persona that he took on when with Bloom, "now take off your clothes and bend over the kitchen counter. I want to see your ass bounce against my cock as I fuck you."

"Yes, sir." Bloom answered which made Brandon's cock twitch with excitement.

Brandon watched with discerning and eager eyes as Bloom began to strip in front of him. Even in leggings and a t-shirt she had managed to be so fucking sexy. Her red hair fell down her back in wild waves as she removed her shirt and threw it across the room. She wore matching purple panties and bra, a first that he had seen from her. Usually, his visits came announced or they would fuck in the office and when they did, Bloom would always wear something special for him. But it was refreshing to see her in something so casual; she still looked like a dream.

"That's it." Brandon said, "Fuck, you are so hot."

Removing her bra, Bloom walked closer to Brandon, her body positioned in a way that was begging for Brandon to reach out and touch her. But Brandon would not give in.

"What did I say?" Brandon questioned as he grabbed Bloom's chin and directed her gaze toward him.

"To strip and-"

"And?"

"And to bend over the kitchen counter." Bloom pouted as she answered.

Brandon placed a firm smack to her ass as Bloom walked to the kitchen, now fully nude, and assumed the position over the kitchen counter. Quickly undoing the buttons of his shirt, Brandon tore the shirt off of his body and it soon joined Bloom's clothes on the floor. His belt and pants soon followed suit until he was just as naked as Bloom was.

Walking over to the kitchen, Brandon's heart skipped a beat and his fully erect cock throbbed with anticipation when he saw Bloom's round ass staring back at him. He could see how wet she was as she waited for him. That was something that he loved about her, how she always seemed to be so wet when she was with him. Sure, she was kind, strong, generous, caring...she was perfect.

But she wasn't his.

Brandon shook his head, refocusing on the task at hand. He needed to remember why he was there; the reason that he had given Bloom for his sudden arrival. He needed to fuck her; fulfill both of their desires. He couldn't let Bloom know that he came because he loved her and he wanted to be with her. She couldn't know.

"Look at this ass." Brandon remarked as he approached Bloom and placed a strong hand on her firm behind, "so perfect, just like it was made for me. Who owns this ass?"

"You do."

Brandon placed another firm smack on Bloom's ass, causing her back to arch and a small moan to leave her mouth.

"You do, sir."

"You're right I do," Brandon smirked as he gently rubbed his hand over the spot where he smacked. "All mine."

Bloom wiggled her bottom towards Brandon, "I need you to fuck me."

"What do we say?"

"Please, sir. Please give me your big, hard, c-"

Bloom let out a loud yelp followed by a moan as Brandon quickly entered inside of her.

"Mmmm, yesss..." Bloom hissed as she got used to the feeling of Brandon being inside of her.

"Fuck, you feel so good." Brandon groaned as his hands gripped the sides of Bloom's hips as he too became reacquainted to the feeling of Bloom's tight and hot pussy around him. It was a feeling that he never wanted to be without. It was the best feeling in the world.

Bloom appeared to have grown impatient as she began to move her hips back and forth against Brandon, slowly moving her body up and down the length of Brandon's cock.

"Shit..." Brandon remarked through gritted teeth, "you needed a fuck that much? You could have called me instead of waiting for me."

"I didn't want to sound desperate," Bloom replied as she threw her head back and bit down on her lower lip.

"Your body gives you away." Brandon chuckled, "You are always so wet for me. My cock is practically glistening. You and I both know how much you crave it; how much of a cock loving slut you are. Aren't you?"

"Mmmm," Bloom moaned, "yes. I love your cock. I crave it."

Brandon's grip tightened on Bloom's hips as she continued to move on Brandon. But he had enough. He needed to show her how much he needed her.

"Then take it, baby," Brandon grunted as he began to move his hips hard and fast, pistoning in and out of Bloom at a relentless pace, "take my cock. Take it all."

Brandon grabbed one of Bloom's legs and lifted it before setting her knee on top of the counter, allowing him to go deeper and harder inside of her. He could now see both her ass bounce against him and her breasts move with every fervored movement of his body connecting with hers. Fuck, she was so beautiful.

"Such a greedy pussy, huh? Can't get enough of me?"

"Never." Bloom panted as her head flopped over to look up at Brandon.

Blue eyes now connected with hazel as Brandon looked down at Bloom. Their eyes were filled with passion, a far different passion than the one that they had conjured through the dominant-submissive scenario that they created. No, this passion was different because something in it was real. A fact that neither would admit to being accurate. This was just sex. Brandon would give Bloom the passionate and carnal sex that she desired and Brandon would be able to fuck the brains out of his best friend's fiance.

"Fffffuck," Bloom moaned, "give it to me. I'm your dirty little slut."

"You are all mine." Brandon replied as he felt himself come closer and closer to orgasm, "Nobody can fuck you like I can. Isn't that right?"

"No, sir." Bloom answered breathlessly, "Only yours. It all belongs to you."

"And I belong to you."

Both Brandon and Bloom could sense the sincerity behind their words. Brandon took it a step further when he bent his head down and connected his lips once again to Bloom's in a sloppy kiss, their bodies jostling too much from the intercourse to have the kiss be anything but messy and desperate. Still, the unspoken passion could be felt.

"Shit," Brandon hissed as he disconnected the kiss. "I am about to cum. I want to cum on that pretty face of yours. I love seeing my cum cover you."

"Yes," Bloom responded, "yes yes yes yes..."

Brandon, feeling the moment of release hit him, pulled out of Bloom and turned her around. He pushed her down to the ground as he ran his hand up and down his shaft. Soon, the wave of pleasure hit him and he came, his hot and sticky cum hitting Bloom in the face.

"Open your mouth." Brandon instructed as he came, "I know you love to swallow, you little cum slut."

She really shouldn't have surprised him that one night in his office when the power had gone off due to the storm. He never thought that the proper Bloom Sparks would have been a swallower. Then again, there were a lot of things that she had surprised him with which just made him fall in love with her. Well, swallowing wasn't a reason that he loved her but it just made the idea of being with her much more interesting and exciting.

Closing her mouth, Bloom swallowed what had landed in her mouth before slowly and seductively scoping the rest inside and swallowing.

"Careful," Brandon said as he did his best to catch his breath, "or you'll have more cum to swallow."

"Mmmm, good," Bloom licked her lips, "because I am starving."

Brandon chuckled as he gathered some strength and reached up to the kitchen cupboard and pulled down and small glass and filled it with water from the kitchen sink. He reached down to where Bloom was now sitting, catching her breath, and handed her the water.

"Thanks," Bloom said before taking a small sip.

"No no," Brandon laughed, "thank you."

"Was the date with Mitzi really that bad?"

"I barely lasted half an hour."

Bloom giggled, "We have had sex last longer than that."

"Yeah, tells you how awful Mitzi really is." Brandon teased, earning him a light slap on the calf from Bloom.

"You know that you enjoy the sex." Bloom replied, "I know that millions of women are throwing themselves at you but at least with me you don't have to wine and dine me first."

Brandon let out a sardonic laugh, "I guess I just get to skip to dessert with you."

He wished that he could take her out on a date. A proper date. Not just ordering takeout and eating at the office. He wanted to wine and dine her; show him that he could actually be a gentleman. He would take her out to eat and then take her home where he would make love to her. Not just fuck her. He would show her how much he cared for her and how loved she really was.

"Did you mean what you said?" Brandon asked.

"What did I say?"

"That you were starving."

A red flush covered Bloom's cheeks as she futilely tried to hide her face behind the clear glass of water in her hand. She couldn't believe that she had said that as she was eating his cum. He must think of her as more depraved than he already thought.

"I haven't had dinner yet on account of bailing on my date with Mitzi and I was going to ask if you wanted to order some takeout. I don't think that I could produce enough cum for the both of us to have our fill. Also, I am not eating my own cum. I might be into some weird shit but that is not one of them."

Bloom laughed as she reached up to the top of the counter and placed her hand on top, steadying herself as she rose to her feet.

"Takeout sounds amazing."

"Kohinoor Chimney?" Brandon asked.

Bloom smiled and shook her head.

"As if you had to ask."

There it is! Let me know what you think! I know that y'all get pretty invested in these BloomxBrandon stories.