///Brendon Urie Imagines///

Pretty. Rough Part Two

A/n; So this is the second part to the previous imagine, and oh man... things get dirty. *SMUT WARNING*

Shopping with Brendon was... interesting. Even before he was at work most days, I still enjoyed just going to the store alone, but it was still nice having him to keep me company. I didn't have to ask anyone to get something off of the top shelf, he always got it before I could even attempt to reach for it. I could tell that he was getting a little hot and heavy towards the end of the trip, due to his eyes lingering on my backside as I led the shopping cart. He got so distracted at one point that he accidentally bumped into an old woman's cart and she dropped the box of noodles she was holding. He apologized like crazy and his cheeks filled with that bright red color that secretly drove me crazy.

We checked out and loaded up the car, but had a quick pit-stop when some fans saw us. They wanted just as many pictures with Brendon as they wanted with me, it was so nice knowing how much his fans liked me. After about twenty minutes, I could tell Brendon was getting a bit antsy. In the last group photo we got, his hand trailed down to my butt and gave it a quick squeeze. I'd missed his touch so much, I was ready to attack him right in this parking lot. We said our goodbyes to the small group of teenagers, and hopped into the car. Brendon's hand lingered fairly high up my thigh and I could barely control myself when his finger grazed over the spot I needed him the most. I let out a soft moan and he continued his action, singing softly to the radio. His fingers moved to the beat of the song, and I swiftly grabbed his hand and clenched it tightly.

"Brendon.... Get the fuck home right now, holy shit." I gasped for air, it felt like the temperature raised about thirty degrees. He darkly laughed and intertwined our fingers. The rest of the ride felt like hours, even though it was less than a ten minute drive. I grabbed the grocery bags from the trunk and hurriedly put everything down in the kitchen, Brendon following in hot pursuit. He pushed me against the wall, trapping me in between his arms. His puffy lips met mine and I melted under his touch. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lifted up my legs, slowly grinding our clothed bodies together.

"Fuck, I've missed this so damn much," he hotly whispers in my ear. A moan forces its way out of my throat when he latches his mouth onto the soft spot on my neck. I tug his dark hair, and his mouth vibrates against me, signifying his pleasure.

"We have too much on, fuck." I pull at his shirt and he quickly rids himself of the fabric, and helps me lose my own. His mouth trails farther down my chest, leaving dark marks in his wake. He pulls at the material of my leggings, but has a hard time supporting me and pulling them down. I unwrap my legs from his waist and take the restrictive clothing off.

"You're so damn beautiful, holy shit." He brings me back against the wall and shoves our lips together once again. The kiss was needy and passionate, and gave me everything I've wanted from him in such a long time. Well, not everything. What I really needed was still stuck inside his pants. I was about to reach down and undo his belt, but his hand trailing down my waist stops me dead in my tracks.

It wasn't much, but the little friction I received from his slender fingers was enough to make my head spin. He slipped his hand into my underwear, making small 'figure eight' motions with his thumb, driving me up the wall, literally. I bit down on his shoulder to calm my moans but it didn't really help. He slipped a finger inside me, pumping it rapidly. A slew of curse words escaped my lips as he added another. I could feel the fire in my stomach start to build, and soon enough I was reaching my peak.

"Come for me, baby," was all that it took for me to let go, filling the entire house with my moans. I rode out my climax, but I knew that Brendon wasn't finished yet. If it was up to him, I'd come a million times before he was finished. He held onto me tightly as he carried me to the bedroom. I sucked on his sweet spot right above his collarbone, causing him to let out a raspy groan.

He ripped my bra off and slid my underwear off of my legs. I felt rather exposed compared to him, he still had his jeans and boxers on. He laid me down on the bed, grinding against me.

"F-fuck, Brendon... I need you," I was desperate for him to just fuck me, I was over the 'teasing' game that he was playing. My hand went down to the bulge in his pants, palming it gently. My name fell from his lips as beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and he clung to my neck again. I tried to unclasp his belt, but found that to be rather difficult in my current position. He reached down a guided my hands away, swiftly undoing the loop and pulling his pants off.

My hand returned to his crotch, finding its way under the tight fabric of his boxers. He swore loudly as I began stroking his shaft. As much as I hated when he teased me, I could see why he did it. The sheer look that spread across his face as I took control of him was so empowering; I could make him do anything in this position.

"Agh, fuck this. I need to feel you," He held my hand tightly above my head and pulled down his boxers. He lined himself up with my entrance and ever-so-slowly inched his length inside me. He moved slowly at first, but quickly began to pick up the pace. "You're so... holy fucking shit... I missed how tight you were," our eyes lock together and he kisses me again. He releases my hand and it immediately moves to his back, leaving scratches in its path. His thumb moves to the spot where we connect, and he lifts up my leg to get a better angle. My eyes flutter closed and I'm left speechless when he hits my spot. Only strangled breaths leave my mouth, I can't bring myself to form any actual words. The familiar heat builds inside me and I feel myself clench around his length.

"Fuck... I'm so close, baby." His rhythm starts to get a bit sloppier as he reaches his high. I still can't respond fully, but his name falls from my lips in odd increments. "Open your eyes, look at me when you come," He demands. My eyes force themselves to open, and are met with a god-like figure pushing himself in and out of me. I release around him, and soon enough I feel his warmth spill into me. He keeps going, wanting to elongate his orgasm for as long as possible. His motions slow and he removes himself from me, collapsing onto the bed beside me.

"I love you, Y/n." He says sweetly and kisses my cheek. "I almost forgot how good it felt inside you."

"I love you too, B." I slowly remove myself from the bed, but he tugs at my arm. "What?" I smirk, already knowing what he's getting at.

"We always cuddle after sex, don't go yet." He sticks out his lower lip, pouting. I shake out of his grasp, making my way towards the bathroom.

"Who said we were done with that for the night? You've got a lot of time to make up this weekend, and I figured we could save some water and hop in the shower together," I wink as I reach the bathroom.

"Fuck, this is so hot. You're on, Y/n." He says and jumps out of the bed, following me into the shower and pressing me against the wall. "You won't be able to walk after I'm done with you tonight."

And after an undisclosed amount of time that night, when I woke up the next morning, I could barely move to get up off of the livingroom floor. Let's just say, Zack shouldn't sleep over here until we do some deep-cleaning.