Touch Me Like You Do //Bandom One Shots

Brendon Urie Imagine

Warning: RED HOT BRENDON SMUT.

Prepare yourself for a fever you can't sweat out. ;)))))))

Made this to show my appreciation for all my lovely fans by giving you all a heaping helping of good hot smut. Mmh hmm. 

Hope you enjoy!!!

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Imagine Brendon walks in after a show, shirtless and in those tight fucking black leather pants he likes to wear that hug his ass and thighs just right. His undercut is a stringy sweaty mess clinging to his forehead and hanging down around the sides, you're just itching to run your fingers through it.

His beautiful tight lean muscular frame and pecks glisten with a light sheen of sweat that you just want to run your tongue over and taste the salty goodness. He smells like deep deliciously sexy cologne and cigarette smoke and it's just killing you.

He stares at you, still pumped with adrenaline from the set and bites his lip lightly. You can see the gears spinning in his mind, when he gets that little dark deviously flirtatious look in his warm brown eyes that you know means he's thinking of something naughty.

He grabs a water off his vanity and chugs it down, staring at you darkly. He has it almost finished and pours the rest over his face and shaking it off like a dog, water droplets flinging off his hair and then he looks right at you with hooded dead serious and hungry eyes. Some of his hair is hanging down over his face, dripping as he breathes heavily. You can feel your breath catch in your throat and your heart start to race, the sexual tension is thick between you.

He breaks it, stalking forward and laying those beautiful pink soft full lips on yours. The kiss is passionate and desperate, as he wraps his toned arms around your back jerks you close to him. He slides his tongue against your own, sending delicious shivers through you and slowly pulls at the hem of your shirt. Without breaking the kiss much, you help him pull it off and toss it to the floor.

Brendon slides his hands down your back, over the swell of your ass, to your thighs and tugs lightly, asking you to wrap your legs around him. You hop up and he holds you, making his way to the couch as he nips and sucks at the sweet spot on your neck, causing you to hum a moan.

He leans over and drops you down onto the cushions, then crawls up on top of you. He kisses down your neck to your collar bone, leaving a trail of hickeys but they feel so good. His hands skate down your sides and rub your thighs, messaging them with his thumbs. This sends a pleasant warm tingling sensation up through your legs and stomach, as you feel yourself getting so turned on, you're dizzy with it. You can already feel his hard cock heavy against your leg through the tight butter leather and it's almost like he's not wearing pants.

You tug at his belt loops and growl, "Pants off now!"

He leans up to smile down at you and sits up, undoing his pants slowly as he chuckles at your eagerness. You start working on your own, as he gets off and pulls his down in own quick sweep. Lucky for you, he couldn't wear underwear with how tight those pants are and you see his big dick spring free. He kicks off his pants, his dick bobbing slightly with the movement, and helps you tug off your own. He throws them to the floor with his and crawls back on top of you.

Seeing his cock hanging red and heavy between his legs sends your mouth watering and you claw at his biceps, dragging him down to you. You meet in a hungry kiss, running your tongue against his lips and you bit his lower lip, pulling back a bit and staring darkly into his eyes. He lets out at a broken moan and grinds his dick down into your crotch, supplying you both with glorious friction as you roll your hips up into his.