Is This Taboo? - Brendon Urie Fanfiction

*Chapter 29*

Mia's POV's

My morning routine was pretty ordinary. I got up relatively early, showered and washed my hair, got dressed, applied my minimal makeup, ate breakfast, and was out of the house before Jaron (or Brendon) had even woken up.

When I jumped into Angie's car, she noticed that I seemed happier.

"You're looking cheerful today! I'm going to assume a certain someone has to do with that?" she said with a smirk.

I just nodded and blushed, recalling the events of the day before.

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Maths rolled around but due to my lack of musical entertainment, I saw no use is arriving to class early. I sat at my seat just as the bell rang, and class started fairly soon afterwards.

"I hope you all did some studying last night! As a treat for you all, I'm giving you this lesson for revision so if you have any questions, feel free to ask me." Mr Allen said as he stood at the front of the class room.

I felt my phone buzz in my jacket pocket. I took it out and unlocked it to see a message from Brendon.

Firstly, when did he get my number? And secondly, why was he texting me when he was sitting directly behind me?

I opened the message and it read;

Brendon – Help me study?

I smiled to myself before replying;

Mia – Sure, but won't you be 'ruining your reputation'?

Brendon – If you speak to Mr Allen I'm sure he'll let us study in the library.

Mia – Oh will he now? Why would I want to do that?

Brendon – Who doesn't want to be alone with me in a quiet, non-crowed library? ;)

I rolled my eyes before carefully raising out of my seat and heading to the front of the classroom.

"Mia, how can I help you?" Mr Allen asked kindly, looking up from his papers.

"I was just wondering if Brendon and I could study in the library, you know, for tutoring. We don't want to distract the other students." I said probably a bit faster than my regular speech.

"That's a great idea, I hope Brendon knows how important this test is. I'm counting on you to help him."

"I assure you Mr Allen, he's improved a lot."

"Well that's great. We will see what happens in tomorrow's test then. I'll just write you to a class pass, just give me two seconds."

I nodded and waited for the passes to be filled out. With the passes in hand, I headed back to my desk and grabbed my bag.

"Coming?" I said quietly to Brendon, startling him in the process.

He nodded and picked up his own bag.

"Where are they going?" I heard the shrill and annoying voice of Katrina from back in the classroom.

"Just continue studying Katrina" Mr Allen said in a slightly annoyed tone.

We arrived in the library, to find it practically empty.

"I told you it would be empty. Now let's get up to some mischief" Brendon said wiggling his eyebrows.

I shoved his arm slightly, "The only mischief we're getting up to is Maths."

"For now" Brendon replied quietly to himself.

We spent the next half an hour doing genuine study. We worked through another practice paper and again, Brendon was doing very well!

"Well that's that done" Brendon said tucking his hands behind his head.

"We should probably go back to class then" I said starting to pack up my stuff.

I would have continued packing up but I was stopped my Brendon placing his hand dangerously high up on my thigh.

My breathing hitched, which he definitely realised by his growing smirk, and I stopped.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I asked, stuttering slightly.

"Nothing" Brendon replied smugly, not removing his hand from my leg.

"Stop" I said weakly.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" he asked, moving his hand up ever so slightly.

"Y-yes"

"Something tells me otherwise."

I was lying to myself. At this point I was weak. My insides had turned to mush and I could only think of one thing, Brendon.

I sat up abruptly and grabbed Brendon's free hand, pulling him along and away from our stuff. I lead him into one of the bookshelves before planting my lips on his. I did it, I finally kissed him.

He was shocked at first, but that didn't last long as he was kissing me back, hard. He pushed me up against the bookshelf, causing me to knock a book off. We broke apart and giggled before resuming.

I soon found Brendon's tongue running across my lips, asking for entrance, and I don't know why, but I let him in. Let's be real, I knew why, I just didn't expect myself to do it.

His tongue was now exploring my mouth and my hands found their way back to his hair. I tugged at his hair, forgetting its effect from last time. A low moan escaped from his mouth. He pulled away.

"Don't do that again, we don't want to get caught" He said lowly and breathy. Damn his aroused voice was arousing me.

I nodded and smiled cheekily before returning my hands to the same position and tugging his hair again. He moaned again, a little louder this time.

"Mia" he growled.

"What?" I asked breathy, feigning innocence.

"Don't" he said in between kisses.

I was already acting out of the ordinary so why should I stop now? I repeated my actions a third time, causing him to moan once again, this time even louder.

"Shhh someone is going to hear you!" I said chuckling.

"You think this is funny?" he asked.

"No, of course not." I said still smiling.

"Two can play at that game" He said almost inaudibly.

I was going to ask what he meant but he had started kissing my neck. This isn't going to work I was thinking to myself as he moved his mouth around my neck. Suddenly he passed over a spot and my breathing hitched once more.

"What was that?" Brendon asked smirking, his mouth close to my neck.

"N-nothing" I attempted to respond.

He returned his mouth to that spot and began sucking on it. I found myself feeling extremely flustered and wanting to moan myself, something I've never felt before. Attempting to stifle the noise, I let out a small whimper.

Brendon looked up and smirked at me once more. The bell then rang so he straightened himself up and returned to our table to gather his stuff.

"Thanks for everything" he said with a wink before glancing at my neck, smirking once more, and exiting the library.

I looked down at my neck to see a red mark forming. Oh God. This was not good.