Inside Job One Shots

(Fluffy Smut) Brett Hand

-This story is based off the picture I used for this chapter.-

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The room is filled with the sounds of moans, skin on skin, groans, and soft shuffling.

The Next Day At Cognito

Reagan walks into the meeting room and sees everyone crowding around one part of the room, Reagan walks over to them and sees them crowding over a person with the arm draped over Brett's waist. "Uhh-? Brett who's this?" She says in a questioning tone, Brett tilted his head to see Reagan.

"Oh Reagan just the person I wanted to see! Since we co-own Cognito I gave them a job!" Brett smiles widely and gives her a thumbs up. Reagan looked at him like she has a headache, "Okay! Brett how did you find them?" He turns pink and becomes silent, he opens his mouth and says loudly and quickly. "IMETTHEMATABARANDTHEYAROUSEDMEANDTHEYFUCKEDTHESHITOUTOFMEREAGAN!"

He takes a deep breath and turns red. Reagan hears a heel stomp and saw that Gigi had stomped her foot. "GOD DAMMIT SHE FUCKED THE ONLY OTHER HOT GUY HERE, NOW I CANT FUCK HIM ITS (Gender) AND GIRL CODE!" Andre and Myc hurried over to Brett and bombarded him with questions about how the sex was.
Myc started "WERE THEY TIGHT? THEY GIVE GOOD HEAD? THEY SOUND PRETTY?" Andre asked more questions "WHAT KINKS WERE THERE? DID YOU GUYS GET DRUNK AND OR DRUGGED? YOU GUYS USED TOYS?"

Brett relaxed and opened his mouth and said "I don't really know because they fucked me.." Andre and Myc looked at each other then hoarded over to you and asked the same questions. You answered him quickly while smiling and blushing softly. "Yes, yes, yes, I don't remember, no we didn't get high or drunk and I have no idea-"

Gigi just looked shocked and smirked "So, you fucked him? You wanna try fucking me next time?" Gigi said while twirling your hair softly. You turned pink and strode over to Brett, grabbing his (dunno what his fucking hair colour is) hair and tugging it softly while caressing his lower stomach softly. Brett let out a squeak and grabbed your hand and ran out of the room and ran into his office.

I'm pretty sure you know what happened in that office 🧍‍♂️

You both walked both into the meeting room you completely spotless like nothing happened, but Brett had messy hair, a small limp, a messed up suit, half his face glossy, and a wide smile on his face. (Damn, Brett got fucked up in a good way though-)

You waved at Reagan who was mid presentation and sat down, Brett of course, sat down next to you. Everyone looked at at Brett who was leaning his head on the table panting softly and sleeping. "Damn (ur name) you did that? He looks like he just got gangbanged." You laughed softly and nodded, you placed your hand on his upper thigh and rubbed his inner thigh with your thumb. You heard him softly whine in his sleep, you took your hand away from his inner thigh and ruffled his hair and smiled widely.

Brett slowly opens his eyes and smiled at you. "ALRIGHT STOP TALKING ABOUT HOW (ur name) FUCKED BRETT!" Reagan yelled and you flushed a lot.
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