inside job smut whaaaattt
Brett x Reader (sub Brett Bc who can look at that boy and say he is not a sub)
I haven’t written in a bit so please do not judge
Not in a bad person kind of way, or way too full of themselves kind of way, but in a way too goddamn happy all the time kind of way.
You weren’t exactly sure how Reagen had grown so fond of him. You and Reagen had grown surprisingly close over the last year of work, and you were excited (and to be honest, a little frightened. She had kind of a tendency to want to take over the world) for her to become your boss. She was pretty fun to talk to, and you often spent time with her discussing mechanics. She was a strong person who knew what she wanted, the kind of person you wished you were. So you still have no clue how she and Brett had become friends. Brett was, well, Brett. Too excited, too peppy, too perfect. It felt like he was patronizing you, rubbing in your face how he was always ready for anything, while you needed to give yourself a pep talk before even going out the door. Everyone on the team seemed to like him, something you seem to have still not accomplished.
“Hey Y/N!” Brett waved enthusiastically. He quickly walked with you toward your office. “How was your weekend?” He smiled brightly at you.
“Fine, Brett. Do you need something?” You sipped your coffee quickly trying not to drop any files.
You could see his face fall for only a second. You felt a bit of guilt rise in your chest. He hadn’t done anything yet, and you had been a bit harsh with him.
He started nervously stuttering. You just about smiled. It was almost cute watching him all flustered like this.
You quickly shook your head at the thought of him being cute. Brett had been a nuisance the minute he stepped into Cognito Inc. The idea of thinking of those sweet amber eyes as cute was ridiculous.
Brett smacked into you as you turned, your files falling and your coffee spilling everywhere.
“Goddamit Brett! I spent all week on those fucking files!” You got on the floor and tried desperately to salvage any. You had spent hours on these. You knew you should’ve backed them into the computer database. Screw you and your stupid love of paper and pens.
“I am so sorry Y/N, I wasn’t looking and I-” Brett was down on the floor with you, wiping up coffee with his own sleeve. Of course, he would use his own fancy suit in a time like this. Always proving to be a good person even when someone was yelling at him. His hand bumped into yours picking up the papers. His hand was warm and soft. You felt your face heat up. With anger, right?
“Please let me make this up to you.” His watery eyes looked into yours, almost begging you. You liked the look on him. Innocent and needy. “Let me make you dinner tonight! You could come over to my place and I’ll help you rewrite your files.”
He looked at you with pleading eyes. You felt a heart rise in your chest and to your cheeks. As much as you hated him, you knew how long it would take if you tried to redo all the work yourself. With a deep sigh, you nodded. He lit up, a smile returning to his face.
What was the worse that could possibly happen? A free meal and not sitting alone at night sounded kind of nice, even if it was with him.
Brett was holding his keys, twirling them around. After an exhausting day of work, he still seemed perfectly put together, while your ponytail was almost completely out, and your lab coat stained with whatever mysterious liquid JR had you test today.
“I’m driving.” You grab your keys and start walking out the door, undoing your ponytail and letting your hair fall. Your lab coat came next, letting it hang off your arm as you felt the cool breeze on your shoulders.
Brett quickly followed. “Oh! Okay, um I’ll give directions.” He was staring at you wide-eyed. You realized Brett had probably never seen you in any kind of none work attire. You had never exactly seen him outside of work. You didn’t really go to any of the work parties or late-night drinking, and Brett had only been with Cognito for a few months.
You looked down at yourself in your tank top. It was a bit more revealing than you had remembered, showing off your chest more than you wanted. You pulled your arms toward yourself, feeling embarrassed.
Brett looked away, bright red. You realized had been looking at you. THE Brett Hand had been looking at you. Your cheeks flushed, and you picked up your pace.
“I don’t know how clean my apartment is, I haven’t had people over in a while.” Brett was walking with you briskly.
“Really? I would think you have girls over all the time.” You chuckled.
“Why do you think that?” He looked at you cluelessly.
You were embarrassed now, having to explain your joke.
“Well, um, you- you’re quite attractive so I just thought you’d, you know-”
“You think I’m attractive?”
Your face was red. You kept walking forward, quicker than before, and from the corner of your eye, you could swear that Brett was blushing too.
The drive there was quick, you focused on the road while Brett tried to hide a constant blush. You couldn’t believe you had called Brett attractive. And to his face! You had never found Brett attractive before, had you?
Dinner was quiet, and most of the work was too. You didn’t think you had ever heard Brett be so quiet. It wasn’t as nice as you thought it would be. You could feel that all-so-familiar panic set in. The thought you had fucked everything up forever. You had gone and done it again-
Brett spoke up quietly, his voice a mere whisper.
“You know, I think you’re attractive as well.” His face had a pink glow, not making eye contact with you as you stared at him in awe. “I think you’re beautiful in fact, but I always thought you hated me.”
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Brett, the golden boy, thought you were beautiful. Not just pretty, or cute, but beautiful.
“I shouldn’t have said that. Oh god, I am so sorry-”
You were on top of him, one hand behind his head, the other sitting next to his hip. His eyes wide, staring into yours.
“Can I?” You asked him, close to his lips, placing your hand on his chest.
He whimpered at your touch and nodded.
You kissed him violently, digging your hand into his hip. His hands hovered against your waist, almost afraid to touch you. You moved to his neck, breathing hot air onto it, listening to him whimper and buck his hips up into you, desperate for some friction. Biting down on his neck, he let out a gasp. You brought your hand down to his clothed cock, softly going up and down. His moans made you feel like you were on fire. You could hear him quietly begging for more.
“Who would’ve known pretty boy Brett would be a sub?” You snicker.
You started unbuttoning his shirt while continuing to suck his neck. He rolled his hips up into you. You could feel how hard and desperate he was.
“Please what?” You placed your cold hand on his chest, feeling him shiver underneath you.
“Please, fuck-” His breathy moans come out faster as you pressed yourself down onto his hard-on. Hearing him swear was like floating, a musical sound.
“Please, what pretty boy?” You started undoing his buckle, the other hand pulling his hair.
You sprung his cock free and saw precum already dripping down.
He gave a whimper in response, trying desperately to rock into your hand. He was shaking, teary eyed.
You started stroking him, slowly as you could, watching each stroke undo him a bit more. He looked beautiful like this, his shirt halfway off with his cock in your hands. You knew he was helpless to whatever you wanted.
You roughly grabbed his chin as his tried to look away from you.
He took your thumb into his mouth, gently licking it and bucking his hips up into your hand. You know how badly he wanted to be good for you. He’s was trying so hard not to just fall apart right there.
You let go of him for a moment, a soft whimper coming from his mouth at the loss of contact. You lifed off your tank top, and he stared.
“You can touch dear.” You laughed as his hands quickly fumbled to try and undo your bra. He’s was so fucking needy, and shaking beneath you.
He put your chest in his mouth, sucking and moaning into it as you grab him again, stroking faster.
You pulled your pants down, slipping your panties to the side. Watching him swirl his tounge around your chest, you slowly sunk down on him.
He gripped onto you, gasping. His hips involuntarily twitched up, and you let out a maon. He was big, and he stretched you out. Your eyes rolled back and you grabbed his hair, bringing yourself up and down.
You slamed down onto him as he blabbers. You both find a rhythm as he pounded up into you and you go down onto him. His hands clingling onto you for dear life and his eyes are teary. He went faster, and your moans are quick.
“Goddamit Brett, fuck me like you want it.”
His hands were clawing at your back as he tried so desperately to please you, going as fast as he can. You could feel heat pool in your stomach as you moaned into his chest.
He was about to finish, you could tell by the way his eyes were rolling back while he stutters.
And with one final pant, he’s cumming into you as you clench around him, feeling each shockwave take over your body. He’s panting hard and clinging desperately onto you.
As you both sit there, holding each other, you run your fingers through his now damp hair, whispering to him how good he did.
“I take back what I said before.” He whispers to you, his breathing heavy. ‘You’re not beautiful. You’re exquisite.”