Brandon Darrow~ BDE

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"Why do you refuse to let me top or dom? Enlighten me." You demanded, your hands pinned to Brandon's mattress. His weight pressed you into the sheets, a smirk on his lips.


"Aw babygirl. It's a cute sentiment, real cute, but you're really a big bottom." His chuckle cut short as you hit him with one of his own pillows, which he dodged, of course.


"I have a big bottom, there's a difference. Just because you have raging BDE doesn't mean it's gotta be all the time." You admitted, a heat flooding your cheeks.


"Oh, of that bottom I'm well aware," You winced from the sting as he delivered a quick spank to your ass. "And BDE as in Big Daddy energy or Big Dic-" His face made contact with the pillow this time, earning a groan. "Because both do apply." His smug ass placed a kiss to your collarbone, vibrant blue eyes glistening in the dim light of sunset.


"Don't flatter yourself, now. Your dick isn't on some pedestal." Your scoff amused him, his sandy hair tickling your face as it flopped in his eyes.


"Really?" He posed, his grin bigger than before. "Need I remind you every time you take this dick that you can hardly walk afterward?" Brandon's breath on your neck, then his tongue drew a shiver from you. "And how loudly you referred to me as daddy?" He continued, biting the meaty flesh of your throat, making you moan.

"I bet I don't even need my dick to make you scream." His lips trailed down your abdomen, and your bare pelvis. He ghosted over your clit, a simple exhale brought you to wiggle your hips in place. "Now daddy can either take care of the fact that you're practically dripping onto my sheets, or we can keep talking about my dick. Take your pick, princess." The tension consumed the silence he left you in, flashing his tongue at you . . . like a cobra.


"You're such a dick, Brandon." You whispered, exasperated. Your boyfriend shrugged and started to pull away from you. "Wait," You whined, grabbing his face, stroking his soft skin. "Please, Brandon." From your whimper grew a satisfied smirk. His palms dug into your hips, settling between your thighs once more.



A/n: Ik this is short but imma crank out a few of these and then make them longer later. I have an Amaro piece, the Chris and Tom continuation, and the Elijah continuation lined up. Leave any suggestions for pieces and I might bump them up if they're juicy ;)

Yeo why'd I think I did something with the cobra joke I—

-G ❤️

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