///Brendon Urie Imagines///

After

A/n; haha okay so this one is like slightly shitty but that's okay. I figured after yesterday's imagine I could just throw in another cute little one that included a lot of aftercare, which is like super important. It isn't exactly a continuation of the last one, just a general 'Y/n and Brendon have super great sex and she can barely walk after so he takes care of her.' So I hope you enjoy it at least, and I'm always taking requests so feel free to send me some! (this is me saying I'm slowly running out of ideas)

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Brendon and I were normally good about waking up at the same time, but this morning was different. My eyes pried themselves open and refused to let me fall back to sleep, so I laid against his chest while he slept soundly. Soon enough my stomach got the best of me and I could no longer control the loud growling that it was making. I slid myself away from his naked body, and attempted to stand up, but my attempt quickly resulted in me sitting back down. My legs hurt like hell, I could barely stand up.

I tried once again and was able to get onto my feet. I struggled to reach the bathroom, needing to use the wall for support. I did my business and winced when I washed my hands. The dark lines that had formed overnight showed the extent of our activities last night. I tried to pull a brush through my hair, but it was way too knotted for me to try it yet. I ripped open the door and saw Brendon sitting up, I must have woken him up with my whimpers. I put my weight on the doorframe as he looked over at me.

His whole face changed when he saw my wobbly legs and bruised body. He jumped up from his spot and over to me, cradling me in his arms.

"Shit, I'm so sorry baby. I took it too far last night, you're all marked up," he lifted me carefully and carried me back to the bed. He grabbed clothes from the drawer and helped me put them on, which was very difficult. My body simply didn't want to cooperate with my mind.

"It's okay, B. You've got marks, too." I poked at a rather dark hickey I'd left on his chest and chuckled. I grew disappointed when his features stayed the same.

"But look at you, you can barely stand. I know I joked about it yesterday but I didn't want to actually make it so you couldn't walk. And your wrists... I knew I shouldn't have gotten out the handcuffs," he frowned. I placed my hand on the side of his cheek and brought his face up to meet mine.

"The handcuffs were so hot, though. I want to use them again, I like it when you get all aggressive with me." A sly smirk hits his lips and he leans in closer to me. Before he has the chance to say something, I quickly kiss his lips. He laughs and sweetly kisses me right on my nose and I lay back onto the soft mattress. I feel a familiar rumble in my stomach, and all I can think about is food. "Brendon, I'm so hungry."

"Well then let's get you some breakfast, baby." He carefully picks me up again, being sure to avoid the darker bruises on my body. I slowly wrap my legs around his waist, wincing slightly as I do so. I lay my head on his bare shoulder and he carries me towards the kitchen. The cold countertop feels nice against my aching muscles. He pulls away from me, but not before pressing our lips together. "So what do you want to eat? We've got bacon, eggs, I could make pancakes."

"I'll eat whatever you want, I just need something. Whatever you feel like making," I feel bad that he has to cook me breakfast, normally I do it.

"If I could, I'd bring you back to the bedroom and eat you for breakfast, but I think that's a bit of a stretch for right now." This man, I swear. Always horny, even after last night. I lightly swat at his hand as it makes its way up my thigh, and he laughs. "I'll make you some bacon. 'Cause you're my bae," I laugh at his terrible joke while he gets out the meat from the fridge. I couldn't help but stare at the scratch marks that trailed his back, still slightly surprised that I was the one who created them.

He sings to himself as he cooks, and I start to get a bit antsy. The smell of bacon lingers in my nostrils, and I can't help but jump off the counter and limp towards him. The feeling of my hand on his lower back startles him and he flinches, almost dropping the spatula in the pan.

"Looks great, babe." He picks up one of the cooked pieces and feeds it to me. I suppress a groan, it tastes like heaven. Sure it's not the best thing I've ever eaten, but as this point, month old milk would taste good. He cleans up the pan and I hop back onto the counter with another strip in hand. He grabs his own piece and parts my legs slowly to get into between them. "Tastes great, too." I boop his nose and he crinkles it, taking a bite of the bacon.

"So what do you want to today?" He asks as we finish breakfast.

"How about just watch movies? You can invite the guys over if you want, too. It'll keep me from pouncing on you."

"I think you need a bit more rest before we do something like that again," He helps me off of the counter and guides me over to the couch in the living room. "But yeah, I'll text them. I gotta put on a shirt before they come over though, or they'll never let me go about these scratches." He laughs and heads towards the bedroom. He comes out moments later with one of his white shirts on and flops next to me on the couch. "They said they'd be here soon." I cuddle up against his side, and he wraps a protective arm around me. We turned on some random movie from Netflix, and spent the day lazily switching from movie to movie.