Brendon Urie imagines and smut

You Shouldn't Be Here

This is like a bad girl (could be boy) smut so yeah mature themes r involved lol

What the hell are you doing here?!" Brendon hissed at you, his ex. You were stood smirking in the door frame.
"I wanted to see you... aren't you glad to see me, baby?" You grinned, raising as eyebrow as Brendon glanced behind him nervously.
"I... Yes, I am... But I shouldn't be. You should leave," Brendon scolded in a whisper at you. You just smirked and glanced up.

"What? Not gonna let me in?" You replied with a grin, running a hand through your hair. Brendon bit his lip, knowing he wouldn't say no to you. He couldn't. He never could. He never wanted to. Brendon shuffled to the side, letting you saunter in with a pleased smirk.

You immediately walked to Brendon's office, knowing that it was where he spent most of his time. Brendon followed, stumbling on his feet as he fought to catch up to you. When Brendon finally reached the room, he closed the door behind him with shaky hands and turned to see you with an amused smile on your lips, sitting on his gamer chair in all its glory.

"You shouldn't be here..." Brendon muttered, running a hand through his hair and mentally scolding himself for letting his bad habit back into his home. "Sarah will kill me - and you - if she sees you here."
"Then don't let her see me," You spoke simply, grinning wickedly.

"Y/N-" Brendon spoke, frowning.
"I can leave if you want me to," You started, suddenly stopping the chair from spinning and looking him in the eyes. "But I know you don't want me to."
"You're.. You're right," Brendon whispered, feeling his mouth go dry as you stood up and walked from behind his large black desk to him, taking his hand.

"I missed you Bren... didn't you miss me?" You spoke. "I haven't seen you since the show..."
"That was a mistake," Brendon stammered, biting his lip as you dropped his hand and placed your own on his hips.

"You say that every time," You sighed. "But you never want to stop. I know you dont." Brendon let out a shaky breath as you began placing kisses on his neck, your hands falling lower behind him, squeezing his ass and pulling him against yourself.

"I know... but... but Sarah is here..." Brendon spoke letting out a sigh of relief as you pulled away.
"Say the word and I'll leave, if thats what you want," You whispered, studying his face, giving him a minute before he shook his head. "That's what i thought."

You wandered away, walking back to the desk where multiple music sheets and lyrics were dispersed randomly.
"These are good," You observed, picking up a piece of paper with words scrawled on it. "You're so talented, baby."
"Thanks..." Brendon breathed, smiling ever-so slightly.

His breath hitched in his throat as you turned suddenly and wrapped your hands around his neck, leaning up and pressing your lips together. Brendon kissed back with force, fighting for dominance and losing as you shoved him towards the chair, the seat worn down from hours of staying up all night and gaming. You suddenly pushed Brendon down into it, watching it swivel before climbing onto his lap, feeling his jeans tighten.

"Where... where did that come from?" Brendon gasped as you rolled your hips against his, earning a small but sure moan.
"I didn't come over for a tea party baby... what did you expect?"

"I.... I-fuck," Brendon panted as you cupped him through his jeans, smirking at the whimper that fell from his lips.
"Missed those noises to0," You grinned, sucking softly at Brendon's neck, before stopping yourself from creating a bruise. Brendon whined, trying to keep himself quiet since he knew his wife was home. You reached your hands around Brendon and squeezed his ass, emitting a high pitched whimper and a curse from the younger of the two as you continued to grind your hips against Brendon's.