A/N: Song-blurbs are becoming my fave thing to do. Once again, please listen to the song. Happy reading.
Masterlist
It was too early in the morning when Ben was woken up with a notification. Ignoring the pounding headache from his hangover he moved from his position in bed behind you. He picked up his phone to mute his notifications when he saw he was tagged in a video Gwilym posted on instagram.
The beginning of the video was a little shaky then it focused in on you holding a martini and swaying your hips to the rythm of a song. It was clear that you were buzzed from the goofy smile you gave when you looked at the camera.
You motioned for Gwil to follow you which he did as you danced over to Ben. After setting down your drink you pulled the blonde into your arms. Ben didn't resist much as you guided him to turn around. You then pulled him close with his back to your front and the two of you found your rythm with the song.
You wrapped one hand around his waist while the other traveled along his arm on the opposite side. You guided Ben's arm out and back towards him fingers trailing down the side of his face.
"Please me, baby
Turn around and just tease me, baby
You know what I want and what I need, baby"
You leaned closer and sang, "Let me hear you say."
Before Ben could answer Joe walked over and pushed you away with a skeptical, "Please."
You stumbled back as he took your place behind Ben. Joe playfully glared at you and Ben did his best not to laugh as the two danced. You feigned confusion & hurt and dramatically hung your head low, turning to walk away.
Before you could go anywhere Joe sighed and pulled you back this time between him and Ben. Joe put his hands on your waist and followed the rhythm you set. You on the other hand allowed Ben to lean against you with your hands hanging off his shoulders.
Lucy's voice was heard off camera when she yelled, " Aaayyyy! MY OTP!"
You laughed and wooped before the three of you went back to dancing.
Ben chuckled when he saw Gwil's caption for the video: OTP OR NOTP?????
"Dude it's nine in the morning what the fuck are you making noise with your phone for?" Joe looked at Ben tired eyes.
You stirred in your sleep and cuddled closer to Joe's chest, "Mmm too much talking, more sleeping," you mumbled.
"Ok, fine!" Ben returned back to his position behind you. "By the way Gwil posted that video of us. Buncha fans are shipping the three of us."
"That's cause we're great together and they know it," Joe said nonchalantly.
Ben smiled and you hummed in appreciation when he placed gentle kisses across your shoulder blades. "If you two weren't so warm I would have kicked you out for talking too much. Now shut up."
Players: Brock Boeser, mentions of the Canucks team
Other people: mentions of Brooke’s ex, coworkers, her boss
Warnings: Cussing, mentions of cheating, CREEPY ASS boss interaction, smut at the end of the chapter
Authors Note: Yay I finally finished this!!!! There will be a part 3.5 just so you all know, so don’t kill me for the cliffhanger I’m sorry!!! lmao <3 I just didn’t want the chapter to be any longer than it already was lol PLEASE let me know what you think! I love feedback and its the reason why I keep writing <3 Love you guys!
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(Brooke’s POV)
My eyes fluttered open, the sun streaming in through the curtains. I made a mental note that I would have to get some blackout curtains soon, because while I love the sun, I liked to be the one in charge of when I woke up, not the light. I started to move a bit but froze as I felt arms around me, pulling me closer to whoever was the owner of them. I looked over my shoulder and sighed with relief, remembering where I was.
The memory of last night came back to me and I smiled a bit. I didn't think that Brock would of stayed the whole night in here, I thought he had just come in to comfort me, but apparently we had both fallen asleep here. It wasn't like it was the first time that we had slept in the same bed, I mean we just did that for the last half of the trip anyways. However the only other time that we had ever actually cuddled while asleep was when we went camping with a group of friends and it was a little too cold that night, and someone forgot to pack a blanket.
I gently pushed the blanket off me, looking down and gently grabbing Brock's arm and trying to move it just enough so that I could sneak out of his grip. I was about halfway off the bed when I felt movement. Freezing my movement again I looked over my shoulder, Brock was laying on his back now, but still sound asleep. I finished getting off the bed as gently as I could, before walking out of the room. I made my way down the hall to the other spare bedroom to look through the box labeled 'bathroom' and grabbed out a towel and all of my shower stuff.
I made my way to the bathroom that was across the hall from my bedroom and closed the door behind me. I didn't even want to look in the mirror, figuring I probably looked horrible from crying all night. I pulled open the shower door and turned on the water, waiting for it to heat up before discarding my clothes onto the floor and stepping in.
I was almost done with my shower when I heard my phone alarm going off in the other room. "Fuck," I groaned, forgetting that I had forgotten to turn that off before coming in here. I knew that was going to wake Brock, but there was nothing I could do about it now.
I heard the noise stop after a few moments and sighed. Not long after there was movement in the hallway, I figured that Brock got up, which was good because I totally forgot to bring a change of clothes into the bathroom with me.
Of course I did
Turning off the water, I reached up and squeezed as much water out of my hair as I could before stepping out and grabbing the towel. I wrapped it around myself and opened the door. I looked down the hallway, not seeing anyone so I tried my best to quickly make my way across the hall into my room unseen.
I opened the door, jumping a bit when I saw Brock was still on my bed, focused on his phone. I didn't remember seeing that he had his phone in here when I left, so that noise I had heard in the hallway must of been him going to get it from his room, but why did he come back to lay on my bed?
"Uh.. morning," I said as I awkwardly stood in the door.
"Hey," Brock smiled. "How you feeling?" he asked, sitting up on the bed and leaning against the headboard.
"Uh... kind of exposed at the moment."
Brock laughed and covered his eyes with his hands. "I wont look I promise."
"Brock!" I laughed and shook my head.
"You act like we didn't just share a room for the last half week," he said, peeking through his fingers.
I rolled my eyes and made my way into the room. "Don't you dare look!" I said as I started to look through the pile of clothes that I had been too lazy to hang up in the closet.
"I wont I wont. So.. we are gonna be gone for a while just so you know. We have away games until the 5th."
"That's only a week and a half. I'll be fine, I have work to go to. I'm sure that'll keep me busy."
"Brookie..." Brock sighed, clearly hesitating on whatever it was he wanted to say.
I pulled on an old oversized t shirt over the towel, and a pair of panties before I dropped the towel onto the floor. I looked back at Brock and laughed, seeing that he still had his hands over his eyes but also was looking up at the ceiling.
"Brock I'm covered enough now," I chuckled as I sat on the floor, sorting the clothes into different piles.
Brock moved to the end of the bed, just watching me. I figured he would finish his thought, but apparently not without me bringing it back up.
"Brock what did you start to say?"
"I uh.. I forgot."
"That's bullshit," I laughed, tossing one of my sweatshirts at him, to keep in its own pile.
"Okay you're right. I uh.. I know you don't overly enjoy your job-"
"Its fine Brock. It's not that bad-"
"You complain about it all the time," Brock chuckled.
"Listen.. That's just because.. okay its not like my first choice or anything, but I have to have money somehow, especially if I'm going to be dealing with rent on my own soon."
"Brooke-" Brock now moved to be sitting on the floor next to me. "I want you to stay here-"
"Brock no I can't."
"Yes you can. Please. Its so quiet here now that Troy moved out to go be with his girlfriend."
"Have another one of the guys move in then. What about Petey?"
"He's already got his own place. Come on, please?" he tried his best to give me puppy dog eyes, which was not fair because he knew that worked on me.
"I'll think about."
"Good enough for now. Also please, don't work at a job you hate. Quit. You don't have to worry about money here."
"Brock I refuse to take your money!" I said throwing a pair of jeans at him.
"Brooke-"
"Listen," I started, turning my body to face Brock. "I love and appreciate that you want to do this for me, I already said I would think about staying here okay? But I can't just take your money Brock, you work hard for that. Plus I sometimes like to go out and shop for silly things and I only feel okay doing that with my money, not yours," I laughed, motioning to the 5 plants I had already put around the room last night, making sure they had enough light.
"Plants are nice for the house though-"
I turned back and stared at him in the eyes. "Brock," I laughed. "Listen I'll make you a deal so you'll shut up about it," I said as Brock opened his mouth to say something. I leaned forward and put my hand over his mouth to keep him from talking.
"The deal is, if I get stressed out, or it becomes too much I will quit okay? Until then I will be going to work. Okay?"
Brock nodded his head, my hand still covering his mouth.
"Thank you," I said.
Brock smiled behind my hand and then I felt him lick my palm. "Gross!" I laughed and pulled my hand back, wiping my hand on my shirt.
"I'm gonna go make food and feed Coolie," Brock said and got off the floor, making his out out of the room.
I smiled and nodded, watching him walk out of the room before I let out a breath, covering my face with my hands. I sat like that for a moment before taking a breath and looking around the room. Might as well spend today making this place like home..
I thought going back to work was going to help keep my mind off of everything that had happened while I was away on the trip, but of course the girls in the office had to ask me every detail. It wasn't like they wanted to bring up the incident or anything, but they were jealous that I was in a tropical place when it snowed for the first time this year.
It had been 3 days since I came back but yet there was always someone who would corner me in the lunchroom wanting to talk about my trip, how warm it was. Some asking me about places I went to, they wanted to make a list in the chance they got to take a vacation and go.
Thankfully they had their own work to get back to and lunch break was finally over so I could go back to my desk and continue answering calls for our boss.
I never imagined myself being a secretary, it was for sure not on the list of jobs I wanted to do, but it paid well and the boss was easy to deal with, well until recently at least.. He had found out that his wife had been cheating on his and was now trying to take half the business from him so he was a little less excited about being here.
The phone rang, pulling me away from an email I was typing up. I reached forward and grabbed the phone off the receiver and held it to my ear.
"Thank you for calling Mr. Johnson's office, this is his secretary Brooke speaking, may I ask who is calling?"
"This is his attorney, Mack."
"Thank you Mack, please hold," I said as I pushed the hold button. I hit a few more buttons, ringing Mr. Johnson's office.
"Hey Brooke, have a call for me?"
"Yes Mr. Johnson, your attorney, Mack, is on the line."
"Brooke we talked about this, please call me Bryson. Go ahead and put him through. Also please take messages for me for the next half hour or so. I'll ring you when I'm done with this call."
"Okay," I responded, hanging up and putting the call on hold through to his office.
I shook my head and went back to the email I had been typing up. Bryson had always been overly flirty with the girls that worked here for him. He wasn't a lot older than the rest of us, 35 was young in this line of work. He had inherited everything he had from his dad who had passed away unexpectedly 5 years ago. Owning an auction house was a lot of work, having to find antiques worth of selling to high paying clients, organizing live auctions, it was a lot. Bryson had even tried to get me to talk Brock into asking the higher ups for the Canucks to donate some signed jerseys for one of the auctions they had going on, but I refused to mix work and my personal life. He at the time wasn't very happy but seemed to understand thankfully.
There was never any times where he had been inappropriate with me, but now that he was getting divorced he had been laying it on thick with some of the other girls who were single in the office.
I finally finished the email and was moving onto the next one when the phone started ringing again. I glanced over at the receiver and saw that it wasn't a phone call this time, it was Bryson phoning me back.
I picked up the phone and held it to my ear "Hello?"
"Hey Brooke, I'm all set with that call now. Do you have any on hold for me?"
"Nope, no one else has called yet."
"Alright. When you're done with whatever email you are doing would you please see me in my office?"
"Yeah I'll be right in, I just finished the one I was working on."
"Perfect," he said and hung up the call.
That was weird, he usually didn't call me to his office unless he needed me to file something for him or print off a catalog for the next auction, and I knew we didn't have an auction for another week, and there were no new clients to file.
I stood up from my desk and walked down the hall, knocking twice on his office door before opening it and stepping inside.
"Close the door behind you," Bryson said without even looking up from his desk.
My eyebrows furrowed as I gently closed the door and took a step forward.
"You can take a seat. Don't worry you aren't in trouble or anything," He smiled at me.
I nodded and pulled one of the chairs that was in front of his desk away and sat in it. I crossed my legs, resting my hands on my knee.
"How was your trip?" he asked, putting the pen he was holding down on his desk.
"It was fine.." I wasn't exactly sure why he would call me into his office to ask me about my trip, it wasn't like we were friends, we never saw each other outside of this building and he had never taken interest in anything that I did in my spare time unless he thought the business would benefit from it.
He stood up from his desk and walked over to a bar top along the wall where he had a station to make coffee or tea. He poured himself a cup and offered to make me tea, but I declined.
"So I heard about what happened.." he started, walking behind me.
"What do you mean?"
"When you were on vacation.. I overheard one of the girls talking about how you saw Brad cheating on you? What a loser.. My wife did the same to me," he said, resting his hand on my shoulder.
I tried my best to pull away from him without also insulting him. Now I knew why he wanted me in here. I was going to be the next girl he tried to take out. There were a number of times when I saw the girls from down the hall go in and out of his office when they never had before, some were in there a while, some were only in there a few minutes. I took a deep breath through my nose and held it for a moment, calming myself.
"It's fine. He was a loser anyways."
"Yeah.. he didn't deserve you," he said, now rubbing his hand back and forth on my back.
"Mr. Johnson-"
"Brooke I told you, Bryson. Mr. Johnson was my dad, it makes me feel old, which I am not."
"Bryson.. Why did you call me in here?"
"Well Brooke to be completely honest things are changing around here a bit.. Now that I am getting divorced I get to do whatever I want. I have offered some of the girls a pay raise around here.. since you probably are moving out of the house you have with Brad you might need it to find an apartment in this city."
"Yeah? And what exactly does it take to get this pay raise?" I asked through my teeth, already knowing the answer.
"Well.. You are very pretty and being my secretary.."
"Bryson if you are insinuating what I think you are, I'm all set. I just got out of one shitting relationship, I would rather not become someones sex toy while at work."
"It would be nothing like that at all, I would just call you in every once and a while, like I do with the other girls. Easy extra $500 a week. Hows that sound?"
"Nope," I said standing up and stepping away from him.
"None of the other girls have said no to me," he said, turning to face me.
"Good for them. I'm sure they will enjoy the fuck money. Me on the other hand, I don't want to be apart of that. Especially if you get caught doing this, pretty sure its illegal."
"Well I do own you girls so I don't think I have to worry about that."
"Excuse me?"
"Where else are you going to work for this kind of pay? If you say no to this there's no way in hell you are going to be able to live on your own in this city. I don't pay you enough anymore."
"What do you mean anymore?"
"Well to be able to accommodate my girls I had to cut pay else where. Meaning everyone else who says no. Since you are the first, you will be one of the ones being cut starting next month."
"Wow you are a fucking dick. You know what? Brock was right. I don't need to work in a shitty place like this. I quit. Good luck with whatever it is you have going on here. You'll be shut down soon enough I'm sure," I said and quickly left his office, slamming the door behind me.
I rushed down the hall, grabbing all the things from my desk that I owned and shoving them into my bag. I walked down the hallway, not even saying goodbye to the girls. I was never truly friends with any of them anyways so I wasn't really going to miss this place at all, especially not after what I found out was going on here.
I all but ran out to my car, jumping in and pulling out of the parking lot as fast as I could. I couldn't get away from this place any faster. I had to go back to Brock's and shower I felt so disgusting. I sniffled, not even realizing I had been crying. These last few weeks had just been so much, Brock and my job were the only two constant things I had in my life, and now one of them was gone and Brock wouldn't be home for three days.
I hit the speaker button on my steering wheel, siri came up asking who I wanted to call.
"Call Brock."
I listened to the phone ring for a few moments before I heard it stop and a soft rustling noise before I heard Brock's voice.
"Hey, whats up? I thought you would be at work right now."
"My boss tried to get me to sleep with him for more money in my paycheck."
"What?! He's lucky that I'm not home right now I would-"
"Brock," I cleared my throat. "I just.. I'll just have to find somewhere else."
"Brookie," Brock's voice was softer now. "You don't have to, but please take some time off to rest for a while at least?"
"Yeah.. I think that might be a good idea maybe.."
"After everything lately? Yeah it would be."
"Okay.. Well I'll be home in a little bit.. um.. I'll talk to you later?"
"Yeah I'll call you after the game is over tonight. You going to be watching?"
"Of course I am," I laughed softly. "I never miss a game you know that."
"I know," I could hear the smile in Brock's voice.
"Good luck tonight," I said.
"Thanks. Talk to you soon," he said before we both hung up.
The last three days had been.. well they had been kind of a lot. I had cried about the situation at work, and I of course was still torn up about my ex. One of the girls from work called me to ask what had happened, and then mentioned that Brad had stopped by looking for me. She said he looked extremely pissed off, yelling something about his house was basically empty and he had finally just got back home from the vacation after being stranded there for an extra week.
I couldn't bring myself to care, its what he deserved. But the fact that he had come looking for me scared me a bit if I was going to be honest. I knew I was safe here, you had to have a code to even get anywhere near this place, but still I didn't want him looking for me.
I glanced at the clock, Brock would be home in a few hours. I had been mostly just spending my time hanging out with Coolie, taking him on a couple hikes, and catching up on some shows I had been meaning to watch.
I went into the kitchen and grabbed out the bottle of wine that I had bought earlier today. It wasn't exactly my plan to get drunk, but I was for sure feeling it a little while later. I was just relaxing on the couch watching my favorite show of all time, Charmed, when I heard Brock come in.
"I'm home!" He called out.
I smiled at him when he came into the living room, leaving his stuff by the doorway. "Hey!" I said, turning so that I was facing him.
"Oh I see you have been relaxing already," Brock smiled, nodding to my glass of wine.
"Yeah.. I'm not drunk though."
"No I can tell, you get a lot more giggly when you are," he chuckled and joined me on the couch.
It had been a few hours since he had gotten home. The team had the next couple days off to relax so he had decided he wanted to stay up late with me and watch my show. I found that to be kind of interesting since he never really watched it with me before, but I appreciated the company.
"ooh the best scene is coming up," I laughed, already knowing what was about to happen. I had watched this show so many times since I was 4 years old, half of the episodes I knew all the lines. Brock and I focused on the TV as the scene started to play.
(Here is the link to the scene of the TV Brock and Brooke are currently watching, the scene is written out below in itallics, but you can see the full thing on youtube here. If you haven't ever watched charmed, watch this its so good xxxxx)
"Wait! You, Leo, last night, dish." Phoebe said as her and Prue stopped Piper before she could get out the door.
"Mmm well... it was nice, it was- well it was wonderful. We just had a few problems," Piper started.
"Problems?" Phoebe asked.
"What problems?" Prue jumped in.
"Well its been a while since you know.. I..." Piper made a face to her sisters indicated that she was talking about sex without saying it out loud. "and I was a little nervous and.. I kinda kept... Freezing him."
Phoebe laughed while Prue gasped. "Piper you didn't!"
"I didn't mean to... the first time."
"ok so um, um, at what point in the process exactly did you.. freeze him?" Prue asks.
Piper just smiles and laughs a bit.
"Hello!" Phoebe exclaims.
"I gotta go!" Piper says pushing by her sisters to get to the door.
Both Brock and I were laughing at the scene. It had always been one of my favorites in the show it never failed to make laugh.
"Man I wish I could freeze people.." I mumbled under my breath, once we stopped laughing.
"What?!" Brock laughed.
"Oh you heard that?" I hid my face and laughed. "Maybe being with Brad would of been more enjoyable if I had Pipers powers lets just put it that way."
"Wait-" Brock set his glass down and looked at me. "Are you telling me that-"
"Brock! Don't ask me that its too weird," I said putting my glass down and turning a bit so I couldn't see his face even though I could still feel his leg pressed against mine.
"Brooke come on we are best friends, we talk about everything."
I sighed and closed my eyes, nodding.
"He never..."
I smiled, now Brock was having a hard time with this conversation. "He never what Brock?"
Brock cleared his throat after a moment. "He never... helped you finish?"
"Uh.. once, when we first got together, other then that no he didn't care."
"Wow I just continue to hate him even more somehow."
"I know Brock," I sighed.
"I would never do that," Brock mumbled.
I wasn't sure I heard him correctly. "What?" I asked looking over at him. If I hadn't had some drinks I for sure wouldn't of said anything, but liquid courage apparently had kicked in a little.
"I said I would never do that," Brock said looking over to me, a different look in his eyes that I've never seen. Darker, almost.. hungry.
"Well.. lucky to all your girlfriends then," I said, turning my attention back to the TV.
I felt the couch shift a bit, but I didn't look away from the TV. It was a few moments later before I could feel that Brock was closer to me, his hand resting on my thigh.
"When.. when was the last time someone, besides yourself, made you cum?"
My eyes went wide and my breathing stopped as my face flushed. I all of a sudden felt extremely hot. "uh.."
I could feel Brock's hand slowly rubbing up and down my thigh, getting high up on my leg.
"If you have to think about it that long it must of been a while ago."
I took a shaky breath and nodded, still watching the TV. I had liked Brock for a long time, but I pushed those feelings down many many years ago because we were best friends and nothing really ever happened between us. Now that it seemed like something might be happening I wasn't sure what to do.
"Well that's not fair to you," he said softly.
I shrugged and stood up. "Umm.. you want some more wine?" I asked walking towards the kitchen, not even letting him answer.
I could hear Brock sigh behind me. I leaned against the counter and covered my face. I wanted so badly to just let go and be with Brock, but I also really didn't want our friendship to be ruined because of one night.
"Fuck," I sighed and pushed myself off the counter after standing there a bit too long. I grabbed the bottle of wine and brought it with me.
Brock now was taking up pretty much the whole couch. He had moved the pillows around so they were behind his back as he leaned against the armrest of the couch, his legs stretched out. I set the bottle down on the table and sat on the last cusion that wasn't being taken up by his legs.
Brock pouted. "Come cuddle with me," he almost whined as he gave me puppy dog eyes.
I sighed and crawled over to him. Brock pulled me over and turned me so that I was sitting between his legs, my back resting against his chest.
"This is so much more comfortable than before," he smiled and rested back against the pillows.
I nodded and moved around a bit before I got comfortable and turned my head to watch the TV. This episode was almost over at this point, but I had it set up so the next would play on its own.
After what had just happened a few minutes ago I figured Brock would say something about it when I came back, but he seemed to be focused on the show and let it go. It wasn't long before I felt his hand on my thigh again but, like last time, I just tried to keep my focus on the show.
The episode had finally gotten to the part where the girls were going to fight whatever demon or warlock was in this episode, so I was super focused on what was happening that I didn't even notice that Brock's hand was now on my hip, pushing his thumb into the waist band of my leggings.
I did however notice when his whole hand ended up in my leggings and inside my panties. I opened my mouth to say something but before I could his finger was dipping in between my lips, collecting the wetness that was there as he moved his finger up to my clit and started to rub me in slow circles.
"Brock-"
"Shh let me do this for you," he whispered, pressing his lips to the side of my head.
"You don't have to," I managed to get out, trying to hold back my moans.
"I want to."
"Why?"
"Because you're my best friend and you deserve to feel good. Especially after these last few weeks," he said as he pressed his lips to my neck. I blushed and smiled. I could feel my stomach fill with butterflies, bitting my bottom lip. I had dreamed of something like this happening a long time ago before I had tried to supress my feelings for Brock, but now I could tell that I hadn’t done a very good job with it. I could feel him reach further down as I felt him tease the tip of his finger around my entrance before pushing his finger inside of me.
I gasped and leaned back against him more, my eyes closing as I felt him pump his finger in and out of me.
"Let go Brooke. It's okay its just me," he said as he pushed another finger inside of me and picked up the pace a little.
I bit my bottom lip, arching my back a bit, but still not making any noise. I wanted to let go like he was telling me to, but I was still scared this was going to ruin our relationship.
"Here lets get these off," Brock said, pulling his hand out of my leggings. I whined a bit in protest, but lifted my hips as he started to pull my leggings and panties off all at once.
Once I was settled again and half my clothes were now laying on the floor next to the couch, he reached back down and pushed his fingers back inside of me. "There that's a lot better," he said as his lips pressed back against my neck, placing gentle kisses there as he fingered me fast.
I moaned softly for the first time and I could feel him smile against my skin.
"There you go, let go. Moan as loud as you want no one can hear but me," he mumbled against my skin, his other hand rubbing gently up and down my thigh.
"Oh god Brock," I moaned, leaning back against him. I reached my hand up behind me, grabbing onto a handful of his hair as I turned my head, opening my eyes to look up at him.
"Does that feel good baby?" He smirked down at me.
My stomach flipped as I heard him call me baby. I nodded, moaning again as I felt him start to rub my clit with his other hand.
"You going to cum for me?"
I nodded again, not trusting my voice as I felt him match the speed of him fingering me, with how fast he was rubbing my clit. I could feel him getting hard against my lower back and I bit my lip.
Brock leaned down and pressed his lips to mine just as I started to crash over the edge, my pussy clenching around his fingers as I came all over his hand, my legs shaking.
Brock swallowed my moans as I rode my orgasm on his fingers, my hips moving on their own as I tried to get more friction somehow.
Brock pulled back from the kiss, smiling down at me. He pulled his fingers out of me gently, bringing his hand up and licking his fingers clean. My eyes went wide, not sure how to process what was happening, or if maybe this was just a dream.
"Mmm," Brock smiled and pulled his fingers from his mouth with a very obscene popping noise. "Lets go to your room," he said, getting up from the couch.
"Wh-why?" I stammered out.
"I'm not done with you yet," he smirked at me, grabbing my hand and pulling me to my feet.
"But you already made me cum.."
"Once yeah," he winked at me before leading me down the hall. "I told you Brooke, you deserve to feel good, and be taken care of for once. No one had shown you that yet, so I'm going to."
Selena Gomez' song "Revival" is aligned with Taylor Swift's 2019 branding/theme.
[Images: two images from Taylor Swift's Instagram posts in March 2019. One is of Taylor wearing her outfit she chose for her iheartradio award attendance and the second is a close up of her high heels adorned with a butterfly on the heel. There's a black and white image of Selena Gomez from her Revival album cover sitting cross-legged in only black panties with her parted down the middle hair covering her breasts.]
this is from an old dream. i remember going to this big, fancy lookin school. i feel like a lot of the interior was like this dark polished wood. at one point i went up the stairs and it was kinda this weird wire frame and every other step had like? Puffy lookin cakes? I stepped on one and it had like the exact texture / feel of one of those iceberg slimes and it was blue and really fluffy. it might have been my first day and i was rly confused abt my classes
