Ryden One Shot

I'll admit, being Brendon Urie's boyfriend has to be the best thing I could ever be. It's amazing. He's so loving, and caring, and goofy, and just perfect. Especially in the bedroom. It's like, there's two sides to Brendon and I get both of them all to myself. Right now, I'm just sitting on the couch of our new apartment waiting for him to get home. He said he was going out shopping. I smiled to myself at the thoughts of what we would do when he got home, all the amazing adventures we have in and out of the bedroom.

I was getting lost in thoughts of our sexual escapades, and I almost didn't hear him walk through the door and say, "Ryan, I'm back, baby!"

I shot up off the couch and greeted him with a hug and then asked, "What'd you buy today?"

He just smiled and held out a pink bag to me and said in a low voice,

"Go in our room, put this on, and I'll be there in ten minutes precisely."

I apprehensively took the bag from Brendon, who had the most wicked grin on his face, and went into the bedroom closing the door behind me. The first thing I did was put the bag on the bed and tossed my shirt over my head, then I reached inside and felt... Lace.

I pulled out a black and red high-rise lace thong and gasped. He wanted me to wear this?! I put it down and reached into the bag once more, pulling out a pack of red lace thigh-high socks. My mouth was agape, and my body froze. He wanted me to wear these things? I knew we were pretty adventurous in the bedroom, and we've done some crazy shit, but this?! It's almost as if he was reading my mind because there was a knock on the door and Brendon said from the other side,

"Ryan, I wanted to try something new with you. You don't have to do it, but I'll be coming in in eight minutes."

I let out a squeaky "okay," and then heard his footsteps descend. Now, me being the submissive person I am, I wanted to please Brendon. So of course, I stripped down and then slowly pulled the thong on. Once it was on and in it's proper place, I started with the socks. I pulled them on, one by one, until they were all the way up to my thighs. I looked at myself and blushed furiously. My flaccid cock was shoved tight inside the lace, and my legs were now covered in lace.

I stared at myself until Brendon walked in the room, as soon as he did I turned to face him and moved my hair out of my eyes. He scanned my body, and licked his lips dangerously slow. He didn't say anything as he came up to me and roughly grabbed my hips. He slammed me into him and I gasped, but that was short lived because he pressed his lips against mine in a kiss with a hunger I've never seen before. I had no choice but to kiss him back, sloppily trying to keep up with him. Too soon he pulled back and looked me in the eyes.

"Damn, Ry. You look so fucking hot." He pulled back and took his shirt off and when he looked at me again his eyes changed, and his domineering side was in full swing now.

"Get on your knees, pretty boy." He spoke to me, while lightly pressing his thumb to my lower lip. I was happy to comply. Getting on my knees, I unbuckled Brendon's belt, and slowly pulled his pants down his thighs, and then pressed my mouth against the bulge through his boxer briefs. He groaned and said

"Don't you dare tease me, Ryan." I looked up at him through innocent eyes and I pulled his boxers down, exposing his glorious length. I licked him from base to tip, flattening my tongue against his cock, and then I closed my lips around his tip tightly, and slowly sucked in the head tasting the precum that was now leaking out. I started bobbing my head slowly, and with each bob I worked more of him into my mouth until his full length was inside of me, his tip sliding back into my throat. He grabbed the back of my hair and kept my head still for a moment. Just when I felt like I was running out of air he pulled me back and all the way off of him. I licked my lips and looked up at him to see him scanning my body. His eyes stopped at my now fully hard cock, which was extremely constricted in my thong, the tightness pulling the string behind me further into my skin.

"I want you up, and on your hands and knees in the center of the bed facing the mirror." I did exactly as he said, getting into position in front of the full length mirror against our wall. I watched him kick his pants all the way off, and run a hand through his hair before he grabbed a bottle of lube and situated himself behind me. I watched him in the mirror as he poured lube onto two of his fingers, and then I felt him move the string behind me and situate it to the side. Two cool fingers entered me and I closed my eyes, letting out a soft moan. He scissored his fingers in me, opening me up and said,

"Beg for it." He kept his fingers spread apart, and kept me open as he leaned forward and blew cold air into my entrance.

"Ah! Fuck, Brendon, oh please. You're such a fucking tease." I rocked my hips back onto his fingers and he put a hand on my hips to keep me in place when he entered a third finger, angling it differently hitting that wonderful bundle of nerves.

"Brendon, yes right there that's it oh please fuck me right there." I cried out. He slowly curled his fingers inside of me and I moaned loudly.

"Look at yourself in the mirror." He commanded me. As soon as I did he ripped his fingers out of me and I cried out. My face was mixed with pain and pleasure, but Brendon's was unreadable. He poured lube onto his monster, and put the tip right at my entrance. He locked eyes with me in the mirror and said,

"Don't make a sound." And then he slammed into me almost making me cry out, but I bit my tongue. He didn't give me time to adjust at all, he just kept slamming into me keeping a steady pace. I watched his face in the mirror, and he was looking right at me with lust filled eyes and then he barked,

"Watch yourself." I did as he said, but almost lost it when I felt a sharp stinging on my ass after he slapped it harshly. The pain from that, mixed with the pain from being so constricted were almost too much for me. His thrusts were becoming slightly irregular, however, and he spoke again.

"Do you want me to come in your mouth, pretty whore? Do you think you can take my cum in your mouth? If you take it like a good whore I might let you cum."

I nearly whimpered in response, going "uh huh, yes please, Brendon."

That's all it took for him to pull out of me and flip me on my back. He put his legs on either side of me scooting up on the bed until his cock was right above my mouth. He started jacking off above me, every time he did his tip would brush against my lip. I opened my mouth wide and closed my eyes waiting for his release. When he did release, though, it was tangy and there was so much of it. I didn't swallow until he was well and truly done. When I did I opened my eyes back up and saw him staring at me intently.

"Holy shit, Ry.. You're such a good slut." I didn't even get to respond because after he said that he was moving down and palming my erection through the lacy thong. He palmed me hard and fast, and my breathing became fiercely irregular and I felt my orgasm being forced out of me. It started in the pit of my stomach and kept pooling, and soon he was brushing his thumb roughly over my tip, back and forth and then I came completely undone. Strings of white stained the lace, and Brendon kept rubbing his thumb over my tip making me shudder and had me begging him to stop. When he did he smiled at me, and pulled off the thong, tossing it across the room. I closed my eyes and tried to steady out my breathing as Brendon took off the thigh-highs and then laid down beside me. I felt him play with my hair and then he whispered in my ear,

"We have got to do that again... You were so damn sexy tonight." I just nodded my head, too tired to speak. He kissed my cheek and said "I love you," before falling asleep beside me.