You're My Best Boy || Brendon Urie Smut

A/N: Please read the description for any warnings you may need to know. Enjoy!

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It's hard to say what rouses you first - his calloused, but smooth, fingers grasping desperately at your available skin or the soft needy moans he makes as you rake your fingernails down his pale, milky chest. You smirk against his lips and push him further into the room until his knees press against the back of the bed, your hands sliding all of the way up his chest to his messy black quiff to hold his head firmly in place as you crush your lips together, moving against each other hungrily. You pull away with a soft suck, and you rest your forehead against his so the two of you are face to face, both feeling the others hot breath fanning against each other as you whisper to him, "Welcome home, baby boy," you kiss the side of his mouth, his jawline, until you're licking just below the shell of his ear and you feel him shiver underneath you. "I'm going to have my fun with you." Your breath ghosts the shell of his ear before you pull away.

He can't help the small noise he makes from your promise, and you smile in result. "Baby I-" He babbles, pushing his hips against you before looking back into your eyes, just to get some contact through his gray sweatpants. He was already achingly hard, and you smile even more from the thought. You pull him closer, brushing your lips against his once before pulling back to watch him innocently chase more contact, even if it was only a kiss. He could easily get drunk off of you and you adored that fact. "Tell me what you want, baby boy. Use your words." You decide to tease him even more by cupping his hard member, knowing he wont be able to talk. He gasps out, pushing his hips into your hand and tilting his head back slightly. Your other hand goes back to his hair to tilt his head back even more, as you squeeze the hand that was around his dick just tight enough to cause a bit of pain before releasing, your eyes glued to his face to see his parted lips and squinted eyes. "Tell me." Your voice was rougher and you felt his small shutter as he stutters out, "Y-you. God, Y/N, I want you so bad. Want you to feel good, to use me, baby, fuck." You grin at his words and yank at his sweat pants, him immediately taking the hint and helping you get him undressed. You were still fully dressed in your clothes from work. However, the bun you had in had fallen out, the first first few buttons of your white button down shirt were unbuttoned, revealing your black lacy push-up bra to Brendon's hungry eyes; your black pencil skirt was pushed up but still covering your rear.

"Boxers have to go too, baby." You inform him with delight. Your eyes watch as his shaky hands slide the black material down his legs just to pool around his ankles. He stepped out of him and walked over to you, not touching or asking anything, only waiting for further instruction and you loved it. "Go to the bed. I'm going to tie you up now." He nodded at you, shifting so his body has settled comfortably against the pillows by the headboard of the bed. Now it's your turn to undress, sliding your pencil skirt down and shrugging off the sheer white shirt so you're left in your bra and panties. "I'm not going to use the rope, sweetie." You tell him quickly, watching his soft brown eyes look up at you in confusion. "I have a better surprise for you." You, once again, make sure he is watching you when you slide your panties down your legs, your rear facing him and you're bending just slightly so he can see the wetness not only around your pussy lips but it spread onto your inner thighs as well. He inhaled sharply and let out a small moan. You slowly ease your way back up and stretch out in front of him so you can exhale. "Okay," you sigh, finally, "Hands above your head for me." He obeys, holding his hands above his head at an angle so they wont tire too easily, one wrist crossing over the other. You loop the black lace around his wrists and he moans when he feels the wetness of your damp panties hugging his wrists tightly. "Too tight?" You question, and you feel him move his wrists a bit before he shakes his head with a reassuring smile. "Just right."

You return his smile before settling over his lap, relishing the moans he make as you shift on top of him, letting a few moans of your own out before using all of your self control to still your hips above him. You give him a gentle kiss on the lips before explaining the procedure.