Brendon Urie imagines and smut

Pancakes

I wake to the sound of soft snores. Giggling, I roll over, grinning at Brendon's slightly parted lips and fluttering eyelashes.
"Brendon." I whisper. When he doesn't respond, I roll my eyes fondly and raise my voice. "Brendon!"
His eyes fly open, and his smile's only confused for half a second before it splits into a loving one.
"Hey." He croaks, souding sexy even with a raspy morning voice.
He kisses me briefly, and stubble grazes my cheek. His hair is falling over his face ever so slightly and sleep still hasn't left his eyes; but they still shine like glossed belgian chocolates. His lips are parted in that endearing, lopsided grin, and I'm envious of his thick, dark brown lashes when they flicker up and down whenever he blinks.
I tug at his arm, and he sits up half-heartedly for a second before flopping back into the bed, loosely wrapping an arm around my waist.
I huff, and he chuckles at my frustrated expression. "Come on, it's not even twelve yet."
"Exactly!" I exclaim. "We're going to be having breakfast for lunch!"
He shrugs. "Then it can be brunch."
I snort, and struggle out of the warm covers despite his protests.
I'm only just grabbing the milk when I hear a clattering down the stairs, and a low hum before a pair of arms wrap around my waist from behind. I smile as Brendon presses a kiss to the top of  my head, then squirm away. "I need to make the breakfast."
He groans, and I can feel his hot breath on the back of neck. However, he does, to my surprise, step back and let me pass.
"What do you want?" I ask.
He looks up, and ponders, before his face lights up with a childlike excitement.
"Pancakes."

A/N- hi! I'm Freya. I'm not very good at writing stuff but I'm trying my best here?? My pronouns are she/her and I'm bi & my fave panic songs are Memories and Collar Full. 😊