Royal |Brendon urie one shots

"cuddle buddy"

b and you in one hoodie with the neck cut wider. you in his lap, pressed along him, head peeking out under his chin, nuzzling into him under the hoodie, feeling him breathe, the heat you make between you, even his heartbeat sometimes,

and feel the vibrations against my back when he talks or laughs.

him giggling at first, then calming down. sometimes saying how cuddly you are, how warm, that he misses long cuddles, if it'd be ok to pet your hair like you're rubbing his back? singing random songs, some funny, some sweet, some sexy....

him singing sexy/suggestive songs makes you worried about the skirt you're wearing and your panties just your luck lace the last thing you want is to leave a wet spot on his lap

accidentally rubbing against his crotch with your butt while trying to get comfy and he gets all blushy and tries to move you more onto his lap so you wouldn't feel him

moving you away from his crotch at first, but his wiggling around, then yours, would have you brushing against him again. once you let go, you'd plant back against him, rolling your pelvis, moving your ass, now firmly on him, against him, fighting so hard not to squirm around more, or even clench your vulva muscles, or thighs to press on your vulva a bit....

moving you back to his lap and starting to bounce his leg to keep up circulation he'd shift around to move you more evenly on his thighs

and all you can think of is that even when it's a subtle smell, you can sometimes smell a gal a bit when she's aroused... even with clothes on...

you wonder if he can smell you know, or feel you at all when he moves around, when his thigh slips up between yours, him freezing a bit, stuttering out an apology, moving it back under your thigh and you want to tell him not to be sorry, desperate to grind on him

instinctively rocking down as he moves away, slick and aching, and then you're apologizing: "oh, god... i didn't mean... i mean... fuck." you're trying not to whimper, to plead, but... god you want to move, to beg him, pant out how much you want to, need to come, on his thigh, or now, like... even if you could touch yourself... feeling like some horny dog, wanting to mount and rub on and oh god, get licked... or shameless hussy, wanting to do all that, even be able to touch herself while he cradles you, tells you he wants you to come for him. or makes you wait, takes your hand away, or takes mercy and just slows it down, or shifts it over your labia. tells you to take your pants off and open yourself up for him, his hand and thigh and... tell you to take his dick out so you can grind along it, over your lips and trapped between your thighs, between those slick lips...  "shit... i-- i need--" "what do you need, darlin? that's it..." and you realize you're grinding on him, legs still closed, his hands petting your thighs, and they fall open, his thigh rocking up, open hands framing your mound, not quite touching it. you wonder if he can smell, feel, you soaking through your panties. "c-can you? like this? this gonna be enough for my desperate girl?" you normally can't with this many layers, need naked, or just underwear, but... fuck, you think...

and you do holding onto him while trembling, still rocking on him through it, quietly moaning his name, whining while he kisses you and gently nibbles at your bottom lip.