Brendon Urie: Imagines and ficlets

Brendon's all he can eat buffet p 2/3

"C'mon, Brendon," you say, and he looks up at you again, still lapping over you. "Let's go to the couch or something."

He draws his face away from you, hands running over your thighs, looking up at you. "Alright," he reluctantly says, standing up, and leading you to the couch. You realize that while you're half naked, he's still fully clothed, and that really needs to be remedied. You think he's going to let you lay down, but instead, he sits facing you, drawing you to him, lifting your shirt to mouth over your belly as he cups your ass, saying, "Can you still stand, or d'you want to sit on my face, darlin'?"

Well fuck you sideways. You can't help picturing it, straddling his face, as he's laid out naked on the couch, his arousal unmistakable, hands grabbing your hips, pulling you down as he sucks and licks and mouths you, making you whimper and clench your pelvic and thigh muscles together for some friction. His damned fingers find your core, running over the closed outer lips, then slipping in a bit to gather up your wetness, and he brings them to his mouth, sucking on them as he looks up at you, and you are so turned on it hurts.

"Bren, yeah, that. Want you naked first. Then lay down, so I can..." You can think it, but can't say it, hands already taking his shirt off as he lifts his arms in the air. Jesus, his torso, and arms. And he says he doesn't work out--what a bullshitter. You want to take your time undressing him, run your hands all over him, even use your mouth, but you want to get him naked on his back so you can ride his face and come again even more, and you've already gotten his jeans off, and his boxers are following. Fuck he's gorgeous.

You straddle his hips as he lays down, realizing that ejaculate is drying on his semi-hard dick and pelvis. "Fuck, B, just this made you come?" You trace your fingers through some before grinding down on him, mixing your juices together, as he blushes.

"Pretty much, yeah. Told you I really like it."

"Jesus, you weren't lying, were you?" You keep moving on him, both of you gasping. He responds, sliding himself along your lips. "Apparently, you really like this too, don't you?" He moans into your mouth as you kiss him. "Not sure what I want to do more, honey. Should I stay here, or slide on up to this talented mouth of yours?" Sometimes, the words weren't so hard to say. He already made them easier, made you want to say them.

"Whatever you want to do. It's all good to me. We've got time for both."

"Yeah we do," you say, grinning at how he's so easygoing, pliant, even when you're in the states you're in, and start sliding along him with purpose.
His hands fly to your hips. "Wait, it's probably not likely, but it still could--are you on anything?"

You look down at him confused for a second until you realize what he's asking. "No..." It hits you that what you're doing could result in--whoa whoa whoa, he's right; it makes sense. Those fuckers can swim. You scramble onto your knees over him as you do the math in your head. "But my period's due in, like, three days. So I don't think we need to worry."

He breathes a sigh of relief, and so do you. "To be on the safe side, I could clean us off, and get a--not for...but just for this--condom? Either way, would still love to get you on my face, y/n. What do you want?" he suggests while petting your hips and outer thighs.

A man volunteering to use a condom? While not even actually getting to be, well, inside, but on? Who loves eating pussy? God fucking damn--is this guy from another planet or something? (The planet of the cunning linguists? The cliche makes you chuckle anyway.) This is doing your head in, in a fantastic way. Like how did he happen, and how could women get more of him? Well, more of other guys like him. You doubt you'd want to share. (Well, maybe with Spence--but you cut the thought off. Quit being such a hussy and focus, y/n, you tell yourself.)

You're not used to options like this, but, boy, did you like them.

"Yeah--want your mouth again, too. But everything sounds good. We're ok, don't need to worry, but I wouldn't object either." And the words can still be hard to say, but you think it'll only get easier as time goes on with him.

"Ok, y/n, hold on a minute." He moves from underneath you and, naked as the day he was born, bounds upstairs. It gives you a great opportunity to check out his ass. God, his band mates were right when they joked about it: what an applebottom. Your hand finds its way between your legs as you lay back on the couch.

"OK, got--fuck, sweetheart..." His voice goes soft, and your hand flies away from your clit as your eyes snap open. You were so close, your pelvis can't still, and you can still feel how built up, how near to climax you were. "Holy shit, y/n, please don't stop. You knowing how to make yourself feel good, and doing that, in front of me..."

You're embarrassed at getting caught, and frustrated. You thought he'd be put off, or something. You had tried it with one other guy before, and he just got huffy and insulted, thinking he already knew everything, that you shouldn't need anything but him, especially his dick in your vagina, which just didn't do the trick for you. Brendon for sure didn't seem like that, but you still thought that masturbating was something shameful in women, or something you shouldn't do, or would make him feel inadequate when he had been way beyond adequate. Like off the charts in comparison to any other guy.

"You like seeing it?" He nods. "It's just... you made me feel so good, wanted more of it, you make me not want to stop--hell, until I pass out from exhaustion. Like you'd stick with me through it till then?"

He bites his lip, and smiles so wickedly--he is so hot--your hand slides back down, brushing over the hair there, and you open your legs to give him a better view. He sits cross legged in front of you at the end of the couch, wipes and condoms still in hand--you raise your eyebrows at the box--as you make circles over yourself. He's looking at you so adoringly, almost like when he was looking up at you while he was on his knees, sucking you off (you're already thinking in that phrase--he definitely sucked you, and if the phrase used for oral on a guy fits...) and the recent memory nearly sets you off. Just a few more... you circle faster with two fingers, sliding the skin over your nub mostly, not pressing much on it yet (still sensitive), and your eyes snap shut, thankfully (still embarrassed), as you seize up, legs shaking as you come again.

"Babe," he says, voice thick. "Should I get you...?" he brushes his own fingers over a lip, and you remember, nodding. Better late than never. He gets a wipe out of the container, and brings both hands to you, one using a thumb to brush wetly over the side of your lip, right next to your fingers, as his fingers splay over your thigh pushing you open more, the other wiping over you from under your clit down. "Don't know how much good this'll do; at least they got the jizz off me." The concern is really touching, in more ways than one, and isn't helping your arousal dissipate. You move your fingers, and he brings the wipe over the top of your sex, then over the hair. Well, his jizz did end up there too, you think, giggling.

"I could clean you up more, with my mouth?" he offers, tossing the wipe aside as he grasps onto your thighs.

You nod, remembering his earlier offers, the face sitting, and oh boy. You squeeze your muscles together a few times, building up your arousal more. "On your back?"

"Yeah, sweetheart," he says quietly, as you get up to let him lay down. As he places a pillow under his head he says, "Gonna sit on my face now?"

"Fuck, B. Yeah, I'm totally going to. Gonna..." You take a deep breath, then force the words out, as dirty as you can say aloud, "Going to spread myself out over your face, get my wetness all over you." He goes wideeyed at that, breathes deep, almost moaning.

To hide the fact that you could die of embarrassment, you grasp a hold of his erection with the hand you had used on yourself, rubbing two wet fingertips over the underside of the tip, making him swear and jerk his hips. You can't decide which way you should face when you're on his face--climbing up and just sitting while looking at his face, or facing away from him--the earlier would be better stimulation, more on the clit, but the other way, he could do the lower part more, where he was using his thumb on earlier, and you'd have better access to his body, his dick, be able to see them, but not his face. Oh, what a tragic dilemma to have, you think, laughing as you crawl over him.