[Cow Chop] Imagines

55 Gallons of Passion [Brett]

I'm not sorry for making this...
It's 1:42 AM(started at that time)...Help me please 😂
This is has mentioned or I guess kinda suggested sexual content, this isn't a smut so...get yer hand out of yer pants

Brett was staying over the house. Wh
y spend good money on a hotel when he could spend his nights in the shit hole James and Aleks call the "Slaughterhouse".

You sometimes spent nights at the house when you decided to work into overtime. Tonight was one of those nights, but Brett was staying over. He came into your office suprised that you were still there. "Y/N, shouldn't you be at home?" You turned your chair towards him, taking off your headphones. "Shouldn't you be in a hotel and not in the shit shack?" He laughed at your reply. "Well this shit shack is starting to grow on me but, seriously why are you still here."

"Well I wanted to finish up a few videos and get some of this planning done." You explained, saving your work. "You work too hard, Y/N. Just let Trevor and Aron take care of some of your work. I don't want you to stress yourself out." He said, stepping into the roon further. "Brett, I'm fine-" You started but, you were cut off. "You're under a lot of stress and I have a plan to help you relax." He came over to you, picking you up. He had you over his shoulder. "Brett!" You squeaked as you were lifted from your chair. "Time to have some fun, don't worry nothing too dangerous!" He said as he made his way downstairs with you.

He took you outside, you couldn't see what was in store since you were facing away from the direction he was walking. "Let the fun begin." Brett said as he dropped you into the small pool full of lube. "Holy fuck this shit is so cold!" You yelled as your body was engulfed by gallons of ice cold lube.

"Don't worry it'll warm up in a few minutes." Brett watched you squirm around in the pool which gave him a good laugh. You grabbed Brett's hand and pulled him into the pool with you. This caused a wave of lube to hit you right in the face. "Ah fuck, it went into my mouth!" You started to spit out the lube. "Spitters are quitters, Y/N." Brett said, watching you struggle to get it all out of your mouth. "Shut up...I'm not always a spitter." You teased, trying to stand up in the slippery mess.

"Woah woah woah....not always?" He raised a brow. "Don't get any ideas." You hissed. Brett kicked the side of you foot, causing you to slip. You fell foward, right onto him. Your hand was placed right on his dick. "Oh my god my hand is on your fucking dick!" You quickly moved your hand away.

"All I wanted to do tonight was edit but, nope I'm in a pool of lube with Brett. Whom I accidentally frisked." You said, blushing a faint pink. "I mean that's one way to get the D, just going right for it. We're in a good setting for it." Brett joked, showing of the lovely scenery of overgrowing shrubbery and a body bag in the garden.

You hit his shoulder after that comment. "Mhm yea nothing's better than playing out some shitty amateur public sex pornography scene." You sank down into the pool. "Wow that was really descriptive and only amateur?" He asked, pulling you back up to the surface. "Verified amateur....God. Oh also, it'd be old/young cause you're old as fuck." Brett splashed some lubricant towards you, some ending up in your mouth again. "Eugh, god dammit!" You leaned at the edge, spitting out it. "That's what you get for calling me old." He pulled you back in as you finished up.

"How old do you think I am, Y/N?" He pulled you into his lap, this would be quite the scene if the neighbors decided to look into the yard at the dead of night. "Hmmm.. like 70." You looked up at him, noticing how he barely had any lube on his face. "Wowww, you think I'm that old." "Well you're way older than me, so I like to exaggerate. I know you're 34, but I'm 20....you're old to me." He was about to speak, so you took the opportunity to fling a good handful of lube at his face. "Y/N! It's all over my face and in my mouth." You watched as he went to the edge, spitting out all the lube, trying to wipe off his face.

"Feel my pain. Also, trying to wipe it off will only make it worse." You laughed. The two of you heard a door open from the other side of the fence. "Oh shit." You said in unison with him. Brett pulled you out, being careful not to slip as he walked across the tarp and ran across the lawn.

The both of you tried to clean up, you tried taking a shower, but the residue of lube stayed. "Is this how a pornstar feels after a mess of events?" You asked as you walked into Brett's temporary room, sporting some pajamas. "Probably, I'm guessing that industry isn't for you anymore." He joked, patting the other side of the bed for you to sit on. "Didn't even consider it. That lifestyle isn't for me, I'll stick with editing videos."

The two of you laid there, flipping through Netflix and watching a few shows. You swore that the wall mount was just going to fall off, Alek isn't the master of "Wall Mounts". Brett made a few Netflix n Chill jokes which caused you to hit him yet again. "Go to sleep, I want to wake up early before the guys see us and make assumptions." You laid on you side, facing Brett so you could still talk. "What, make assumptions that we filmed an amateur porno in the pool of lube they left in the backyard?" You laughed before speaking. "Yup exactly that, now shut up and sleep." You turned away from him, cuddling your pillow. "Well then... Good night princess." He said before turning onto his side. "Don't call me princess..." "Okay...Princess"

Sunlight shone through the room, you heard the door creak open. "These fuckers here used the lube for some shit and now they're up here sleeping. In the same bed!" The voice belonged to James, who was holding a camera. This was exactly what you were talking about last night. "God dammit Brett, I told you!" You yelled as you sat up.

Brett opened his eyes, surveying his surroundings. "THEY HAD A FUCK FEST." You heard Aron yell from downstairs. "Aron, I will come over to your house and break down all your fucking doors!" Brett yelled back at Aron. "NO NOT AGAIN PLEASE." Aron cried, meanwhile you were giving James the biggest death glare.

"Well sucks we weren't here to film it, we would've had something else to put on You Porn." James joked, you ended up throwing the TV remote at him. "Fuck off..." You hissed at him.

"Well I guess this marks our career as pornstars." Brett said, holding you by your waist. "Smile for the camera, Y/N." He pushed your cheeks up, trying to make you smile. "Go fuck yourself..." "Well that's your job now. We have all the lube for it." You gave him a glare then you heard James butt in. "You guys are fucking disgusting." He said, walking out of the room with the camera.