Brendon Urie Smut

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*SMUT IN THIS PART* (its not very intense but still warning)

You come home from work, not too exhausted. You put your bag down on the couch.

"Brendon?" You call, looking for him. He wasn't in the kitchen, the basement, or any of the bathrooms.

You slowly open your bedroom door. "Bren?"

He suddenly pushes you against the wall. "You're home a little late." he growls, holding your wrists.

"I-I had stuff to do." You explain.

"You kept me waiting." He furrows his eyebrows. Then his demeanor changes. He smirks. "You need a punishment."

You were a little confused but you secretly loved it when Brendon would act like this. You nodded slowly as you let him drag you to the bed. He pushed you on it and didn't waste a second to crawl on top of you. He rips your shirt off and drags your skirt down, making you gasp. He unclasps the hook of your bra and rips your underwear off. You couldn't do anything because he was moving too fast. Before you knew it, all his clothes were taken off.

"I've been hard all night and it fucking hurts." He growls, sucking on your neck.

"Then do something about it." You tell him. You knew he hated it when you talked back or sassed him. You just wanted his anger to build up so he could take it out on you.

"Don't fucking say that." He grunts as he bites down your skin which makes you moan. He enters you without warning and thrusts in and out.

Brendon pins your arms down on each side of you head. He moaned profusely every time he thrusted into you, and you were pretty sure the neighbors could hear. But you didn't care. You didn't care if the whole world could hear or see you. You focused on him and how good he felt.

"Harder." You groan. He complied immediately. You didn't really expect him to go that hard, but it still felt amazing. You were just shocked. Suddenly he pulled out, making you whine.

"Hands and knees." He smirks. You moved to your hands and knees as he knelt down behind you. He slaps your ass hard before entering you again.

"I-I'm not gonna last long, Bren." You whimper.

"Me neither." He says, breaking out of the dominating character. You both finally reach your orgasm, panting. He collapses beside you, breathing heavily as he pulls you close. You smirk and sit up.

"What makes you think we're done?"

You knew it was gonna be a long night.

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