A/N: TRIGGER WARNING! Brendon is abusive and Ryan does drugs! ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️
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I snort another line and push the plate aside, my brain fills with the familiar haze, it's almost enough to forget. But I can never truly forget I'm a coked out whore who probably won't live to see twenty-six. I stand up from the velvet sofa and stumble across the pristine penthouse apartment I share with my on again off again lover and dealer, Brendon Urie.
The front door opens and I hear the click of boots on the granite floor, it isn't long before he is behind me. His large hands rest gently on his hips as his coco brown eyes burn holes into the back of my skull. I don't have to look at him to know he wants me, we have a sort of toxic relationship, he lets me use and live off him and I let him use me and live off my body.
I turn, stumbling a little, and capture his eyes with mine. I feel the sparks long before he crosses over to me, my body craves his touch, the skin on my thighs want to feel his nails dig into them. I want his plump lips on my neck, he is the worst high I've ever had.
"Baby, please." I beg, too pathetic to care. His eyes darken with lust, and his strong worn hands caress my face as he pulls me in for a kiss. Suddenly I'm higher then I could've dreamed, he lifts me from the ground and carries me to the large bed that stays in the front room at all times.
"Have you been good today?" Brendon whispers kissing sloppy down the right side of my neck to my exposed collarbone.
"Yes, Sir. I cleaned and had a meal and I've only had three lines today. I've been trying to be better, Sir." I tell him in between moans.
"Better?" He hisses, anger edging into his voice like a venomous bite. I feel myself pull alway from him, which is a mistake, he grabs my face harder then needed.
"Listen here you fucking whore. You do what I tell you. I am the only reason you are still breathing right now, never forget that." He screamed slapping the right side of my face. The sting of the blow hurt nothing like his words.
"I'm sorry, Sir." I whisper fighting back tears. The older man signs running a hand through his thick brown hair, "It's okay. You just have to stop being so stupid. I mean don't I give you everything you want?"
"Y-yes Sir. Always. Please forgive me." I plead.
"I know what you can to make it up to me." Brendon purrs.
"Anything, Sir." I whine. He smiles devilishly.
"Blow me." He instructs leaning back into the fluffy pillows. I crawl to the end of the bed looking up at him with broken eyes. His smile intensifies as I pull up his shirt exposing the tan skin of his stomach and the happy trail that leads down to a well groomed bush. My lips dance along both sides of the dark hair on his stomach until I feel the cold metal of his jean button. I shakily undo them and pull his zipper down so that his firm cock can escape, I always wonder why he doesn't wear boxers but it doesn't really matter in the long run.
I wrap my hand around his length and flick my wrist until he is hot, once I'm sure he's over the moon with pleasure I wrap my pink lips around his tip and slowly ease him to the back of my throat. He tastes like salt, sweaty and not recently showered, it's a familiar flavor one that I enjoyed but that was in another life. His hips buck sending his length further down my throat, my eyes begin to water but he pays no mind to my discomfort.
He pulls alway from me pulling along a string of saliva that falls onto the white bed clothes, "Oh baby." He moans grabbing my hair and pulling me into the bed next to him. His hand slides down my chest and past my jeans to my cock that is surprisingly flaccid and unamused, once again he seems not to notice as he flicks his wrist. I moan quietly faking an enjoyment when all I want to do is snort another line and go to sleep.
He soon realizes he's failed attempts at making me hard and moves on to more enjoyable pursuits. His lips find my neck again as he undoes and jeans and pushes them to my knees. I let him squeeze my thighs and leave hickies on my chest but honestly I'm not interested in him. I want to push him away but I think I owe him one last fuck, but that's all he's taking from me. I'm leaving him tonight, end of discussion.
I roll on top of his tone frame and push him back into the bed, "Don't move." I hiss. He smiles devilishly at my demands but does as I ask. I spit on my hand and wrap it around Brendon flicking my wrist until he is wet, once sure he won't hurt me, I sink down onto him biting my lip and throwing my head back as I find a pace of bouncing on him. The bed springs scream and Brendon moans but I don't slow down, my nails dig into his chest even drawing blood but I press on. He screams out cumming inside me, he has no idea I'm leaving he has no idea this is the end. But I do, I roll off him pull up my jeans and head for the door, just as it clicks closed I hear Brendon: "Ryan?" He screams after me.
I walk down the stairs and rush out of the building, my body begins to shake from the lack of coke but I push it down keep walking. I don't look back and I don't think about the man who distorted me.
