BrandontheLover one shots

What's this box for? - 18+

Word count: 1.121

Last updated: 11-09-'22

This chapter contains sexual language and talk about sex. Please do not read it if you are below the age of 18. 

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'Just go into my room and get it yourself...' you tell Brandon while rolling your eyes. He always is so whiny when he has to get something himself. Right now he doesn't even want to stand up and walk a few feet to the bedroom to get something. 'I think it's somewhere under my bed in the black box.' Brandon furrows his eyebrows together, confused at the spot you chose. 'Why do you keep a controller under your bed?' he asks, still looking slightly confused. 'Shut up... I don't have anywhere here to put it without it being in the way. Plus, I barely use it because no one comes over to play, except you once in a while,' you try to explain, but all you can hear to your side is Brandon trying to get comfortable on the couch and whining. You look over to your side to see Brandon, still frowning, moving his body every few seconds to try and sit in a way that's comfortable, but it doesn't seem to work. A smile forms on your face as you watch him wiggle around. 'But usually you already have it out here, why is it in your bedroom now?' he whines, knowing he has to get up himself to get it if he wants to play with you. And he does, because he is the one that suggested it to you. 'Because,' you let out a sigh, 'usually, you don't barge into my house unannounced at 11 fucking pm, dumbass. You tell me when you're coming over like a normal person, so I get things ready. Now, hurry up and go get it or I'm not playing anymore.'

'Ok, ok... God, so demanding.' Brandon whines. 'Do you have any idea how demanding you are on the daily. Sir, I-only-want-to-be-dominant,' you say. 'Fuck you,' he replies, giving you a blank stare. 'Maybe another time. First, I have to beat your ass in this game.' Letting out a big, dramatic sigh before finally getting up from the couch. He does it in the slowest way possible, to show you how annoyed he is with you, but you know he is just faking it. You laugh at his antics, focussing your attention back to the TV screen after he has walked past you. You set up the game as you wait for him to come back with his controller. 

Brandon slowly makes his way over to your bedroom, which really isn't that far since your appartement is quite small. He does not stop making it a problem though. As he walks you can hear him muttering to myself about how much effort it is and how he should have stayed home to play games instead of coming here so late. When he finally makes it to your bedroom, he kneels down to look under your bed. And sure enough, there is a black box at the foot of your bed. He opens is and the controller is right on top. He grabs it and wants to get up again when he sees another box just to his left, which looks very interesting. The lid of the box is slightly moved to the side so he can look inside it. And, to his surprise, there are certain toys in that box. He puts down the controller on the floor next to him and goes to grab the box, moving it towards him. 'Oh my god. I definitely like this more than the black box,' he mumbles to himself. He takes the lid off fully and looks around in your collection. He is amazed at how many toys you have, and how you have kept it a secret from him. He probably wasn't supposed to find this box, but it only makes it better for him. 'There is so much to,' he says softly. He has quite the collection of different toys and things, but you yourself have quite a lot of things to, and all different. He puts the lid back on, shoving the box back under your bed where he found it. He grabs the controller, stands up and makes his way back to the living room where you are waiting for him. 

'Did you find it? You were in there for quite a while,' you ask him as you hear him walk into the room, finally. You have even managed to play a round of Mario Kart yourself because of how long he took. You look to your left, where Brandon is coming from and see him holding the controller. You're confused as you try to think of why it took this long, the box is all the way at the front of your bed, easy to find and, oh... You feel your cheeks heat up slightly at the thought. 'I, uhm, found other fun things I didn't know you had,' Brandon tells you, a smirk on his face. He knows he can tease you now, and he will take that opportunity. 'You really should close that box better if you don't want people to see what's inside, sweetheart. But I can't say I mind. Quite liked everything you had in there.' he states. He walks past you, sitting down on the couch right next to you. He puts the controller down on the table in front of him before turning, facing you. 

'Don't -' you try but Brandon cuts you off.  'No, let me finish. I think you should have told me about that wonderful box sooner. Could have made everything a lot more fun.' 'Could have, yes. But how am I even gonna bring that up? Believe me, I've thought of it, but everything just seemed a little uncomfortable and weird,' you explain to him. Thinking back to the many times you have tried to bring it up only to stop yourself because the timing was weird or it just felt wrong to tell him. 'You could have told me in whatever way and I would have liked it. Would have just been nice to know that I had more options than my hands and mouth when having you lay down on the bed.' He smirks as he sees your face change to shocked, not having expected him to say that. 'Brandon!' you nearly yell and slap his arm. 'You're good enough without the toys,' you tell him, rolling your eyes. He knows he is good, as you tell him many times. During and after. He always wants to know if it was good or if something could have gone better, so you always have the chance to tell him he did great. 'Ok, wow, thank you. But still, it could have been even better if you would have told me and let me use some on you,' he defends himself. You shake your head. 'It's always good with you, dumbass. But, sure, maybe next time we could use them. I think it could be fun to.' You look over at him and before he can open his mouth again and say what you know he is going to say you cut him off with a laugh. 'Not right now. I have to beat you in this game first.' 'Oh, in your dreams,' he replies, controller already in his hands as he faces the screen again. His competitive side showing.