Band Imagines

Brendon Urie - Pizza*

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Brendon Urie

Request: Nope.

Warnings: NSFW. || smut, oral (female receiving), cursing, slight dirty talk.

This is my first imagine. I wrote this at like, 11pm here, so it's unedited. If there are typos, please don't be a dick. Feel free to leave requests or feedback. However, please know there is a difference between constructive criticism and being an asshole. I hope you can tell the difference. Enjoy. xx

The day had been boring to say the least. The most entertainment you got was when the lady from the bookstore on the upper floor of the mall came to the shop to get a coffee and actually talked to you about the song playing in the background, but that was the price you paid for working in a small cafe in a mall food court. Everyone went to the Panda Express, or Taco Bell, or McDonalds down the line. No one wanted to go to the small coffee shop.

Finally, your manager came out of the back and approached you. "Okay, Y/N, you can clock out. Thing one and thing two will close tonight. They haven't been pulling their weight all day." He stated, referring to the two people you worked with. As the two of your shared a glance at them, you also shared a small laugh before you took off your black apron and hung it up in the work closet on your hook.

"Okay see you guys next Monday!" You called out, happy that you didn't have to work all weekend. Instead you could stay at home with your boyfriend of eight months, Brendon. He had just gotten back three days ago from a small five month tour he did with a few friends' bands and now you guys could finally have some time together, which had been much needed. For the past three days, the two of you have hardly been able to keep your hands off one another.

After sending him a quick text explaining that you got off half an hour early and would be home soon, you grabbed your keys and headed to the car that you had parked out back. The drive home went by relatively fast. A few songs that you liked played, so you had the radio blaring the entire ride back, as you screamed lyrics out loud.

It was no surprise that Brendon knew you were home when you got back, considering the music was so loud. He could hear it from inside, so he opened the door for you once you got out of your car and headed to the door.

"Hiya," you greeted with a smile on your face. He pecked your lips softly as you came inside. Brendon shut the door behind you and locked it as well, causing you to raise an eyebrow in suspicion. "Why'd you lock it? It's only," you glanced at your watch. "9:40. We could still order a pizza."

"I'm not in the mood for pizza. I'd rather eat something else..." He smirked. "In fact, I've been craving something all day."

That fucking smirk. It got you every time. The way his eyes would narrow and his lips would raise just slightly, and then he'd tug his bottom lip in between his teeth in that perfect way that made your stomach do flips.

"Oh yeah? And what would that something be?" you challenged, taking off your jacket and hanging it in the hall closet. You then took your Converse off and left them in the closet as well, as per usual.

His response was simple, as usual, and sent a chill through your veins. "You."

You could never deny him like this, because just that look was enough to put you in a mood. As he took a few steps closer to you, he took your purse out of your hands and set it on the table, keys and phone joining it moments later as Brendon scooped you up bridal style and carried you down the hall towards the bedroom.

Once in the room, he gently set you on the bed and pulled his hoodie off of himself, his shirt following moments after. His eyes traced over you. Your body, clad in dark blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and black socks. You were such a work of art. A masterpiece in his eyes. He himself was now only wearing jeans, considering he had been home for a while by himself today and didn't need shoes in the house.