Wait, There’s Still MoSex (3)
AU with single Kinky Boots!B. Fluff and smut. Parts 1 and 2 can be found on my Masterlist in my bio.
Brendon x reader.
Warnings: So...we’ve (@beautiful-tragic-fallout) created a points system for smut.
0.25 for handjob
0.25 for fingering
0.5 for blowing him
0.5 for going down on her
0.75-1.0 for sex, vanilla
1.5-2.0 for sex, advanced positions
3.0 for bondage, spanking, other kinks, or (semi-)public sex.
This chapter has a score of 6, along with the following warnings: dirty talk, language, brief mentions of a Daddy kink, mild choking, unprotected sex.
Word count: 7.5k
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The sunlight filtering through the gauzy curtains of the Plaza is what causes you to wake. You shift slightly and are confused at first to find a warm body beside - no, pressed up against you. You turn more and your breath catches in your throat. He is a truly gorgeous man. He must hear you because his eyes flutter open, his mouth spreads into a wide smile, and he snuggles closer to you. “Good morning, beautiful,” Brendon mumbles, burying his face in your neck. “Did you sleep well?”
“Uh, yes,” you reply, still in awe of his effortless beauty this early in the morning. “I- definitely, yes. Did you?” Brendon lifts his head to give you a playful grin. With one eyebrow raised, he slides down your body to kiss your neck and collarbone as he nods.
“Slept so well,” he says softly, and the warmth of his breath on your skin makes your toes curl. “I love-“ and both of you feel the weight of the word again -“falling asleep with you. Knowing I made you come, knowing you fell asleep feeling wanted and safe and cared for- I love that.” Brendon rolls onto his back now, and you can’t help but notice how the sheets are slightly tented at his waistline. “Not to mention how hard I came.” He stretches a little and the groan that slips from his mouth is so effortlessly seductive that you whine a little and feel your legs subconsciously spread. He notices though, and feels the warmth of your thigh press into his body. At the contact, he shifts to hover over you and you reach for him tenderly. “Round two?” Brendon asks with a grin and you laugh. He knows why. “Okay, more like round four or five,” he admits.
“Uh huh,” you purr, hooking a leg around him and tugging him closer. The hard heat of his erection has your mouth watering and your body tightening in anticipation. His mouth finds yours and the way your lips move together, how his tongue gently seeks yours, has you spreading your legs even wider. “I want you. And I never want morning sex. I’m a coffee and bagel in the morning kind of girl usually. But you - fuck, I want more of you and I want you now.”
“I’m honored,” Brendon says with a soft laugh as he reaches for a condom and rolls it into place. “I, admittedly, adore morning sex. Starts the day off-“ and you both groan as he pushes forward into you - “perfectly.” His thrusts are slow and steady and you cling to his back, raking your nails across his skin. “Normally,” he pants in your ear, “I like to start with a tease. Eating you out, making you come on my fingers and tongue, having you beg for me. But I got the feeling neither of us wanted a tease.”
“No,” you agree, laughing breathlessly. “I needed you. Needed this.” You work your hips against his and tighten around him. You’re still incredibly sensitive from last night, and the tightening paired with his slow thrusts has you whimpering and clutching at him. “Oh fuck, Bren, I’m not gonna last long-“ you warn, pressing your head into the pillow.
“Me either,” he admits, one hand cupping your face adoringly as the other flexes on your upper thigh. “But - oh god, babydoll - that doesn’t matter. Just want you - sweet god in heaven, your pussy - to feel good- shit, shit, shit,” he groans, closing his eyes. “I’m close.”
“Oh fuck- I’m-“ you can’t get the words out in their entirety before your orgasm hits, your body tensing and seizing under him. He kisses you gently and, with one last squeeze of your thigh, comes too. He’s shuddering and trembling over you and the warmth spreads through you, even with the condom. You trace his jawline in awe, your hips still rocking to take more of him.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” Brendon murmurs, pulling back and disposing of the condom before slumping over you. “So beautiful. And it feels so good, having you come on me like that.” He brushes a hand through your hair and you snuggle into him, warm and happy and relaxed. “I need to catch my breath,” he tells you, “but then we can order breakfast?”
“Yes,” you agree quickly. “Yes, de-“ but you’re cut off by a yawn. Brendon gives you an amused look.
“Were you going to say ‘yes, Daddy?’” He teases and you blush, shaking your head.
“I was going to say ‘definitely’ before I yawned,” you protest with a grin. “Why? You like being called Daddy?” You tug at his hair playfully.
He wrinkles his nose for a moment and then laughs. “I don’t know. I definitely didn’t in the past - but hearing you say it just now - I mean...it didn’t turn me off. Maybe I’ll convert you to liking morning sex and you’ll convert me to liking Daddy.”
You laugh now too. “I can see exactly half of those things happening. Calling you - or any guy - Daddy isn’t exactly my thing.” Brendon smiles and nuzzles your cheek.
“And believe me, that’s just fine.. If it isn’t exactly your thing, then it won’t be our thing. I’m fine with that. But - morning sex is a maybe?” He bites your ear affectionately. You nod and make a soft, pleased sound.
“Morning sex,” you confirm. “Is a hell yes. You’ve definitely converted me.”
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You’re both in the shower when your phones start buzzing violently on the bathroom counter. He groans and you do too. “That’s my work ringtone,” you say, closing your eyes and letting him kiss down your neck under the hot water.
“I don’t have a specific ringtone for work,” Brendon says in a hoarse voice as your hand closes around his half-hard cock. “I just hate the idea of anyone interrupting our time together. The only people who have that number-“
“Are people who could reasonably demand your time and attention,” you finish for him. Brendon nods, groaning and rocking his hips, relishing the feeling of his cock sliding through your slick grasp. “Should we-“ you nod towards the glass partition separating the luxurious shower from the real world. Brendon shakes his head.
“Just a few more minutes,” he begs, lips moving back up your neck to your mouth and kissing you softly. “Just a few more minutes.”
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Brendon checks his phone first. “Hey!” He exclaims giddily. “I’ve got the day off! They don’t need me at rehearsal today; they want to work with my understudy.” He grins at you from across the breakfast table. “So I think we should stay here in this hotel room a little bit longer. Call down and get a late checkout...have a lazy day. Go to the spa, get lunch, and then come back up here and we can -“
“Fuck,” you sigh, reading your own voicemail. You look up at Brendon. “I have to go in.” He looks surprised and disappointed and you roll your shoulders back, trying to get into work mode. “I’m doing fittings on your understudy.” You give him a weary smile. “For what it’s worth, I really liked your plan for the day.” Feet firmly on the ground, you slide back from the breakfast table and stand. “I should start packing. Mini vacation over; duty calls.”
You work to make yourself presentable with the clothes you brought in your overnight bag - you really don’t want to have to stop at your apartment on the Lower West Side before heading to the theatre - granted it would be only 20 minutes, but that’s with no traffic. Brendon packs for you after you pull together an outfit and start working on your hair - it’s wet and loose from the shower and you need it dry and out of your face for work.
“Babydoll,” Brendon says as you finish with your hair, drop down onto the bed beside him, and open up the Uber app. You look up at him. “You know Zack and I will drop you off, right?” You pause. You hadn’t thought of that. He frowns now. “You didn’t think I was going to let you take an Uber after our time together, did you? You’re my girl and I take care of you. Plus, we’re going to the same place.” You start to question this and he smiles. “I’ll do some work in my dressing room. Want to make it feel a bit more like me. Come on, Zack is here.”
Nestled into his side, he kisses the top of your head as you leave the hotel lobby. “I owe you another night here, followed by a true day of relaxation.” You go to protest and he shushes you sweetly. “Let me do this for you,” he says simply as Zack pulls up. Brendon opens the rear door for you quickly and the two of you slide into the back of the SUV. “Morning, dude,” he says as a way of greeting Zack.
“Morning,” he replies, meeting Brendon’s eyes in the rear-view mirror. “Y/n, he behaved himself last night, right?” Zack smirks at you and you laugh. You and Zack have gotten along well since your first meeting and you definitely get “protective older brother” vibes from him. “Technically,” Zack continues, “he’s my boss. But I could take him if he was a jerk to you.”
“Hey!” Brendon protests now, and you all laugh. “I was a perfect gentleman.” He gives you a sidelong glance and winks at you. You blush and scoot closer, trailing your fingertips over the Sinatra tattoo on his inner arm.
“He was,” you confirm for Zack, who nods approvingly. The rest of the drive goes by quickly and it’s when you go to open the door on the street side that Zack makes a sharp sound. “Wha-?”
“I do all the doors here and you only use the theatre-side door,” he says firmly. “In the future,” and he directs this to Brendon, “you’ll get in the car first so that Y/n can get out first. That way she’s got you and me behind her and she can get into the theatre first.”
“Brendon should be the first one inside,” you protest. “He’s the one people want.”
“And he wants to keep you safe and I want to keep both of you safe,” Zack counters. “The best way to do that is have Brendon behind you and me behind both of you. He won’t let anything happen to you, and I won’t let anything happen to either of you. Look-“ and he points out the theatre-side window. “They’re already gathering.”
You peer out the window and are a bit in awe. Sure enough, teens and young adults clutching various albums and CDs and posters are already camped out by the stage door. Zack looks at Brendon and the question is unspoken but he answers anyway. “Yeah,” Brendon nods. “Definitely. Autographs, photos, the whole deal. Just - no yelling in my face or pushing or shoving.” He grins ruefully. “I’ve got the time, and hopefully it’ll give Y/n a chance to sneak in and avoid being hounded for arriving with us.” He squeezes your hand and you smile back at him.
Zack nods decisively and gives you both a warning look. “No one leaves the car. I’ll open the door when it’s time. Let me talk to them first. Give them the rules. Y/n, Brendon will get out first and go over to them. I’m going to stay with him, but I’ll give you a nod when you’re good to leave the car. Yes?” He searches both of your eyes for understanding. You both nod. “Good.”
He opens his door and at the sight of him, a scream of total glee goes up. You look at Brendon and he smiles at you radiantly. “My fans are the best,” he says simply. “I love them.” He presses his lips to your forehead. “But I signed up for this world. You didn’t. I want to make sure your life stays as normal as possible for as long as possible. There are certain risks that come with being my girlfri-“ Brendon cuts himself off and blushes faintly. “That was incredibly presumptive of me. I’m sorry - I- Y/n, would you be - I feel like a teenager right now, oh god - do you want to be my girlfriend?” He looks up at you and you’re beaming at him.
“Yes,” you say softly. “Yes, I do really want to be your girlfriend.”
You’re both grinning like you’ve won the lottery when Zack opens the door and Brendon slides out of the car to greet his fans. You wait as instructed, absolutely giddy. When Zack nods to tell you you’re good to go, it feels like your feet barely touch the ground.
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Brendon’s understudy is standing on a costume fitting block as you pull duplicates of all the costume pieces he’ll need. You hate to admit to yourself how distracted you are, but you can’t help it. Your boyfriend (the word makes you squeal internally) is somewhere in this theatre and besides, you know this costume fitting department like the back of your hand. You were practically born and raised in the Al Hirschfeld Theatre - your mom was pregnant with you when she assistant-stage managed on Into the Woods in ‘87, and your favorite playmates were the child actors from Annie in ‘97 and The Sound of Music in ‘98 when she took over as head stage manager.
You smile to yourself. You even had your first kiss in this theatre. It was with a props intern from a local arts high school named Travis, and it was quick and fumbled and in the dark with the reprise of “The Impossible Dream” from Man of La Mancha being belted out on stage. It was, you think with a grin, perfect for then.
But now, now you’re back and you’re a working professional and your boyfriend - you giggle - is a rock star and he’s somewhere in this theatre. No offense to Travis, you think, but this, right now, is what perfection really is.
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“Well hello gorgeous,” a British voice purrs in your ear as you hang up the last of the newly altered costumes.
“Not interested,” you retort without turning around. The voice chuckles and a warm hand slips around your waist. “Hey-“ you snap, one hand pushing his away while the other keeps organizing. “I said fuck off.“
“Is that any way to treat your boyfriend?” Brendon questions innocently, dropping the accent, and you gasp, turning. “My accent is coming along well then, hmmm?” He winks at you and you grin, shoving him lightly.
“Jerk.”
“Don’t let Zack hear you,” Brendon whispers playfully. “He already likes you more than he likes me.” You both laugh and Brendon slips his hands back around your waist. “But my accent?” He cocks an eyebrow.
“Is very good,” you reassure him with a wide smile. “You had me fooled.” He smiles and pulls you in for a quick kiss. “I needed that,” you sigh when you part.
“Oh yeah?” Brendon looks intrigued. “Rough day?” His hands move soothingly up and down your back and you find yourself melting into his touch.
“No,” you shake your head. “Just - missed you. Was counting on a relaxing day with you, and now I’m at work. Which I love-“ you say quickly. “But - I’d much rather be alone with you.”
“Let me take you to lunch,” Brendon offers. “It’s not a spa day, but it’s time with just the two of us. Well. And Zack.”
You look amused. “We’ll get swarmed the minute they see you.” Brendon laughs and shakes his head.
“I’m not that famous.” You roll your eyes at him and he taps you on the nose affectionately. “Seriously. We can go out to lunch. Anywhere you want. Let me take you to lunch.”
“Anywhere?” You look at him, curious. “You’re feeling brave,” you comment when he nods. He laughs and kisses your forehead.
“Lead the way,” he tells you.
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“Okay, this is amazing,” Brendon says as you usher him and Zack into City Kitchen. He stares at all of the vendors and the huge open space. “Why did you ask if I was feeling brave?”
“Because you have so many choices,” you laugh, wrapping both arms around him. “I like Azuki for sushi - their Manhattan roll is amazing. But if you’re not feeling sushi, ilili box is incredible for pita wraps and those Phoenician fries- fuck, so good. And then-“ you turn him slightly, pointing. “The mocha almond crunch donut at Dough for dessert -“ you give an Italian chef’s kiss. “Sublime.”
Brendon looks at you, impressed. “That all sounds amazing. What if…” he muses, fingers tracing little circles on your hip, “I get the sushi and you get whatever pita wrap you like plus those fries and we split each? And then donuts for dessert?”
“You,” you declare, “are the perfect man.” He smiles and kisses your forehead before telling you that he’s only trying to be what you deserve. Zack groans and tells you both not to be gross.
“Whatever,” Brendon says with a playful wave. “Now,” he mumbles as you tip your head up to kiss him properly, “feed me, girlfriend.” He grins against your lips and you laugh, bobbing your head in agreement and leading him to your first stop.
People do notice him, and a few do approach and ask for autographs or selfies but for the most part, lunch is relatively normal. The two of you are tucked into a corner and sharing off of each other’s plates while Zack munches contentedly on his own pita wrap at the table in front of you. Brendon’s got one warm hand resting on your upper thigh under the table and every time he takes a particularly good bite of something, he moans and his fingers flex on your thigh.
“You’ve got to stop that,” you whisper to him at one point when he squeezes hard. He looks panicked and pulls his hand back.
“Darlin, I’m so sorry - I didn’t mean-“ Brendon’s clearly having flashbacks to the tickling incident in the hotel room and you rush to reassure him.
“No- it’s not bad. Bren- it’s turning me on,” you murmur in his ear. You let your own fingertips wander over his thigh and between his legs. “Making me wish for -“ and you cup his growing erection lightly. “Some real alone time.”
“Fuck, Y/n-“ Brendon mumbles, trying to keep his breathing steady while pressing his hips forward into your touch. “I want that too.” His hand is back on your thigh and he squeezes gently. You nod towards the overhead arrow sign pointing the way to the bathrooms - on the second floor in the attached hotel. “We can’t - not here.” You pout and he grins, leaning close. “I already made a deal with the universe, remember? You’re too special to fuck in bathrooms.” Brendon looks around with a furtive expression. “Maybe - my dressing room? That feels less-“ and he grimaces. You know exactly what he means.
“Yes,” you agree quickly. “Yes. Finish your donut, Urie. I have plans for you.”
With a dreamy smile, he pops the rest of the donut in his mouth. After he swallows, he wraps an arm around your waist and brings you close. “That might be the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me,” he murmurs in your ear. You laugh and hit his chest lightly as Zack leads the way back to the theatre.
“Hottest thing I’ve ever said to you so far.”
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“It’s not the Plaza,” Brendon says as he pushes open his dressing room door. “But-“
“It’s also not a bathroom in a hotel off of Times Square,” you finish, kicking the door shut gently behind you. “Which means, per your deal with the universe, we can fuck.” You tangle your fingers in his hair and bring his mouth down to yours. “I just want to state for the record and for future reference,” you murmur against his mouth- “that I am fine with getting fucked in a bathroom.”
“Noted and appreciated,” Brendon replies in a low voice. “But I stand by what I said before. My girl is too special, too precious to fuck in a place like that. I love that you want it that badly, but - you deserve to be ravished, not rushed. I feel bad enough about this-“ but you cut him off with a heated kiss. “Okay, I’ll stop talking,” he mumbles into the embrace.
“I like when you talk,” you reply. “But I’m not going to let you feel guilty about this. This - fucking in your dressing room - this is hot.” You unbutton his shirt with expert speed and shove it off of his shoulders. He pulls his black tank top off and you inhale sharply. Not letting yourself be distracted by his bare chest, you quickly unbuckle and unloop his belt and let it drop to the ground. His hands make fast work of his shoes and jeans and you tug your shirt off over your head. You’re in your bra, leggings, and sneakers when he reaches for you.
“Come here, babydoll,” Brendon whispers. You step into his arms and relax under his touch. His nimble fingers trace the silk and lace of your demi bra from your nipples all the way back to the clasp. “Can I?” His lips, suddenly against you, are warm on the skin behind your ear and you nod weakly. “Thank you.” Before you can fully process the sensation of his touch, your bra straps are sliding down your shoulders and then it’s on the floor. “It was pretty. Did you wear that for me?”
His dark eyes are locked on yours and you nod. “I had this whole plan-“ you gesture at the discarded bra now before slipping your sneakers off and wiggling out of your leggings to reveal the matching panties. “For how today was going to go. At the Plaza, I mean.” You grin. “The universe said no.” He grins now too and you press yourself to him, loving how his hard cock feels pressed against your stomach through his - “are those the sushi print MeUndies?”
“Don’t hate,” he says with a laugh and you shake your head, eyes wide, protesting that you love them. “Well that’s good,” Brendon purrs, “but I’d really love to hear more of your plan for today.”
You push him down onto his couch gently and climb into his lap. The bold move surprises both of you, but he settles into the couch quickly. His warm hands grip your curves and his thumbs rub over your hip bones; you sigh happily and press forward to feel the heat of his erection against your core. “I was going to change into this gorgeous bra and panty set,” you begin, and Brendon nods. “And surprise you by getting back in bed and kissing from your lips all the way down to your cock.”
He groans and you feel him throb under you. “And I was going to see how hard you were for me before crawling back up over your body and, after sliding my panties to the side, sinking down onto your gorgeous, perfect dick.” You pause to let him take all of this in. “And then, when you were fully in me, I was going to ride you so slowly - just rotating my hips over you at first, then slowly rocking back and forth, finally actually bracing myself with my hands on your shoulders so I could raise myself up a bit before sinking back down onto you entirely.” You’re both breathing fast and you can feel the center of your wet panties pressing into you as his cock twitches. “And I know we’re not at the Plaza,” you say with a sigh, “but I thought maybe we could make some adjustments to the plan and proceed anyway.”
“I like the way you think,” Brendon manages in a voice rough with desire and need. “But we’ll need to be quiet.” He throws a furtive look at the door. “I don’t know how soundproof that is.”
“It’s not at all soundproof,” you say, grinning at the hazy memory. Brendon smirks and slaps your ass lightly.
“Back to me, babydoll. I don’t mind you reminiscing- in fact, I’d love to hear all the ways you’ve been dirty before, but right now-“ and his hand lands again, sharper this time - “you’re with me. So be with me.” You lean forward slightly and kiss him. “That’s better,” he mumbles, and you both laugh into the embrace. “Now, I believe we can get back on track with your plan if you let me push these down-“ you raise your hips so he can shove the boxer-briefs down, and when his cock springs free, you both moan - “and let me pull these to the side…” he hooks a finger around the center of your panties and tugs slightly. “Now I defer to you,” Brendon says.
“I’ve been fantasizing about this all day,” you confess as you wrap one hand around the base of his cock to hold him in place while you press the tip to your entrance. “Oh god,” you sigh as you sink down onto him. He echoes you and you dig your fingers into his shoulders as you roll your hips. “God, this is - you’re perfect.”
“You’re pretty perfect yourself, doll,” Brendon mumbles, his head falling against the back of the couch. “God, you make me feel so good-“ he grunts low in the back of his throat when you start grinding your clit down against his pelvis. “That’s gonna send me over the edge,” he warns.
“Me too,” you pant, closing your eyes and going slightly faster. “Me too. Gotta slow down.”
“So why,“ Brendon asks, his fingers flexing against your ass as you start to move yourself gracefully up and down his length, “are you going faster? Holy fuck, your tits look so damn great like this-” and both laugh breathlessly; he raises one eyebrow and thumbs one nipple. “Do I need to make you slow down?” You whimper a little and he nods decisively before holding you firmly in place. You try to raise yourself, try to shift your weight, try to swivel your hips, but his hands are steady and you can’t move. “Nice and slow, babydoll. Nice and slow. Ride my cock nice and slow. Yeah, that’s it-“ Brendon sighs as he gives you a little leeway to move again. “That’s a good girl. Bouncing nice and slow...god Y/n, you have the best ass - and your boobs- Fuck-“ you nod and whine as you involuntarily squeeze around his cock as you sink down on him. “Fuck, you gonna come for me? I’m gonna come for you, doll-”
The realization hits you both at the same time. “Shit,” you hiss, scrambling off of his dick and breathing hard. He groans and his eyes are wide and locked on yours, his chest heaving. His cock and stomach are both flushed and his cock is throbbing and his stomach is tensed - he comes with a desperate groan. He’s squirming and his hips are twitching and even with the residual panic coursing through you, you’re riveted by the way his body seizes and cum rolls down his stomach and cock in streaming rivulets.
“I’m so sorry - I didn’t mean to come - I couldn’t stop it. Fuck- We didn’t- use a-“ Brendon finally manages, still trying to catch his breath. “Condom.” He curses again under his breath. “Are you okay? Will you be okay?”
“Yeah,” you sigh. “Don’t worry about coming. It was sexy.” You were right on the edge of orgasm when you both remembered the lack of a condom and if you’d been teasing yourself while watching him come, it would have been game over. But you didn’t let yourself and instead, you’re tense and tightly wound. “And the condom thing - I’m so sorry. That’s my fault. I jumped right into my plan.”
“Nope,” Brendon says, shaking his head a little and scanning the room for something to use to clean himself up. “It’s my dick which makes it my responsibility and I’m sorry.”
“Still-“ you protest and he silences you with a soft, sweet look. “Okay,” you cave. “It’s okay. Thank you.” You pluck a Kleenex from his dressing room table and pass it to him. He accepts it gratefully and you lean in to kiss him lightly.
“You didn’t come,” Brendon says when he finally catches his breath. “Let me take care of you.” When you give him a curious look, he grins and wiggles his tongue at you. “Pleathe,” he murmurs with a wink.
“First of all,” you begin, snuggling into his lap after he pulls up his underwear. “You’re a unicorn. Second, this room is not soundproofed and you’re way too good at that. I would not be quiet and we’d get in trouble.”
“What are they gonna do, fire me?”
“Shut up,” you laugh, running your fingers down his chest. Brendon grins. “Third, I’m incredibly tense and on edge right now. I need it fast and hard and rough and I need to be able to scream. So - I’d rather wait til I can be as loud as I need...maybe we reconvene after work and you come over to my apartment and then take care of me?”
“Or,” Brendon says, nuzzling your cheek, “you come back to my place. We order dinner and I spend the rest of the night taking care of you.”
“That one,” you agree quickly. He grins and kisses you softly. You’re both silent for a moment and you realize that - “Bren. This was our lunch break. Should I -? I should go get back to work.”
Brendon groans and, wrapping his arms around you, pulls you down to lay beside him. “Five more minutes,” he mumbles, hands stroking over your back and hair. “Need five more minutes with my babydoll. So sweet and warm and snuggly and sexy - my girl,” he sighs contentedly. “My girl.”
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“You ready to go, m’dear?” His British accent doesn’t startle you as much this time, but you still jump a little and yelp when you stab yourself in the finger with a straight pin. “Oh-“ he drops the accent and takes your hand in both of his. “Fuck, Y/n, I’m sorry!” He immediately pops your injured finger in his mouth and you groan, eyes fluttering shut.
“You’re forgiven,” you mumble, enjoying the feel of his tongue laving over your finger. He suckles once more before releasing your hand and gives you a broad smile.
“And to continue my apology,” he says, turning to your cluttered workspace and helping you pack up the essentials, “I would like to invite you to my apartment this evening for a romantic interlude.” He raises his eyebrows at you suggestively.
“Bren,” you laugh. “We already made those plans.” He grins and shrugs. “But I accept either way.” You survey the space and nod. You’ve got everything you need. “Do we need to meet Zack somewhere?”
“Yes, we’ll meet by the stage door that we entered through. He’s bringing up the car now.” With your bag slung over his shoulder and his other arm around you, you walk together through the back of the theatre.
“I had fun today,” you whisper to him. “Even with our little - mishap. It was still fun.” Brendon smiles and nods. “Would have been better if we’d finished as planned,” you say while tracing little patterns on his arm, “but I trust we’ll get a second shot at finishing.”
Brendon bursts out laughing and gives you a knowing look. “You’re dirty, you know that?” He's giving you an approving smile and you snuggle into his arm, laughing too. “I like you so much,” he says, just as you approach Zack, who puts a hand over his heart.
“Aw, I like you too,” he teases and Brendon rolls his eyes good-naturedly before replying that he was talking to his girlfriend. “Oh?” Zack’s eyebrows shoot up. “This is official?” When you and Brendon both nod, Zack clarifies. “So you’ve slept together?” Brendon snorts in amusement and nods. Zack pulls out his phone and starts tapping. He looks up at you both. “What’s tonight’s plan?”
“Y/n is coming over for dinner.” Brendon says, kissing your temple as you press your face into his lips. Zack brightens, saying that will make things easier, since you’ll both be right upstairs, so he can grab the documents off the printer and bring them up. You must look confused and Brendon sighs. “Zack - I don’t want to - no. No.”
Zack glances up at him. “No? I mean, I think that’s a terrible idea and as your friend and essentially your manager, I would strongly recommend reconsidering. But - it’s your call.” He shrugs and you turn to look at Brendon. Brendon shakes his head a little and you bite your lip. He leans in and kisses you softly.
“Don’t worry, babydoll,” he murmurs. “No stress.” As he pulls away, he rubs a thumb over your lower lip. “My pretty girl doesn’t need to stress or worry.” And with that, Zack pushes open the stage door and Brendon leads the way to the SUV lingering by the curb.
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“And now,” Brendon whispers, as Zack leaves the car to come around and open your door, “we can finally be alone.” Zack opens the door and with Brendon behind you, you step out of the car.
“This isn’t -“ you start as you look up at the brownstone, and Brendon nods, leading you into the entryway.
“I know this isn’t the apartment where we had our first date. But - uh. Well- I didn’t know if I could entirely...trust you yet. So I borrowed a friend’s apartment. But-“ he rushes to say, “I knew immediately after that date that I could. So - welcome to my real apartment,” he says sheepishly. “I’m sorry about the first time.”
“It’s okay,” you murmur, letting him guide you into the entryway and then up the stairs. “I understand.” And you do. What if you’d been some crazy girl? He couldn’t have brought you to his real apartment until he knew that you were for real. “Now the only question is,” you purr, running two fingers down his chest. “Dinner now or after?”
“Oh fuck,” Brendon groans, pressing against you so you can feel him hard and throbbing. “After?” He looks at you desperately. “Is after okay?”
“B, I wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t,” you reply, squeezing a hand down between your bodies to caress his erection. “In fact,” you purr, squeezing gently, “I was hoping you’d say that. I’m - in need,” you whisper in his ear.
“Oh yeah?” He looks at you with great interest. “Tell me what you need.” You smile and keep walking up the stairs. “Third floor,” he tells you. When you look confused, he explains. “This first floor is a flower shop. We rented the second, third, and fourth floor. Zack has the second floor. It’s his security and operations headquarters.” Brendon cracks a smile. “I tried to get him to move in with me, but he said the second floor gave him more control over security, so I have the top two floors to myself. And no one,” Brendon assures you, “will get to me, or you, through him. We’re very safe.”
“I trust you,” you whisper, moving to the side of the steps and letting him lead. Your fingers interlace and as you enter the third floor, he tugs you gently in front of him and closes the door.
“Now,” he mumbles into your neck, “you’re mine and we’re alone. Let me.” His hands travel down your thighs and you moan, letting your head fall back. “Let me take care of you.” You nod eagerly and he slides your leggings down. “Off. Take them off.” When his fingers grip your ass, you groan and he kisses you firmly. “You wanted it rough, right?” You manage a nod and he smiles again. “I don’t do that “safeword-only” bullshit. You tell me to stop, I stop. You cry, I stop. You give any sign you're not into it, I stop. You say anything that implies you’re not as wet as I am hard, I stop.”
You’re nodding eagerly and shoving your leggings down, kicking them off and tugging your shirt and bra off over your head. When you’re down to your panties, Brendon reaches down and hoists you up into his arms. He’s headed for the stairs when you protest - “aren’t you going to-“
“No,” he says firmly. “You remember the rules.” You say you do and he bites down on your neck, suckling and nipping. “Fuck the paperwork Zack wanted,” he croaks. “You’re mine. You’re mine and you’re not going to talk, right?”
“Right,” you reply in a haze, still on the edge of orgasm just from his mouth on your neck. “Right- oh shit,” you moan when Brendon pushes open the door to the fourth floor with one hand and you see the most beautiful four-post bed in the center of the room. “Oh fuck-“
“I’ll tie you down to it later,” Brendon promises, crossing the room with steady, long strides. “For now - hands and knees.” He places you on the bed and you immediately comply, rolling over and arching your back. You’re dripping wet and you can barely see straight from the need pulsing through you. When his hand lands firmly, you yelp and push back into his touch. “I’m not going to spank you,” Brendon says softly. “You’ve been a good girl. I just wanted to see how hot you were for me.” The sound of his jeans hitting the floor goes right to your clit. The mattress dips slightly as he places one knee on the edge. You can feel him settle behind you and you arch more, showing off a little.
Brendon groans and you feel the head of his cock nudge the back of your thigh as he reaches past you to the bedside table. In one swift motion, he tugs open the drawer, procures a condom, and is ripping open the foil wrapper. “Now,” you sigh happily as you hear him roll it down into place. “Now you can fuck-“ you’re cut off by the sheer force of his cock sliding into you - “-oh Jesus lord in heaven yes!”
“Atta girl,” Brendon grunts. “Taking my cock. You know.” He pauses to tangle a hand in your hair. “I’m a gentleman. Normally I’d offer some lube or something-“ his hips thrust forward and his cock goes deep; you both let out a guttural moan.
“I don’t need it,” you gasp into the mattress. “I don’t need it. I’m wet enough- oh fuck me, yes! Goddamn, your cock is a gift- shit, Brendon, give it to me!” Your nails rake down the mattress and you’re begging, thrashing against him. He laughs softly and tugs at your hair once. “Oh-“
“Moan for me, babydoll. Let me hear you.” He pulls again and your head is brought back, chin to the ceiling. You moan, louder than you thought possible, and his cock pulses in you. “You don’t get to come like this,” he says through labored breaths. “You will come on my cock and you will come looking at me, knowing exactly you made you come this hard- say it.”
“Brendon-“ you groan, dropping down so your chest is pressed to his sheets. The soft cotton feels like heaven against your nipples and you whimper, rocking back and forth for more stimulation. “Brendon, you’re gonna make me come!”
“Not yet,” he says softly. “Not yet.” When he pulls out of you, you whine at the loss. “Over. On your back.” You obey and he’s immediately on you, slick cock pressed to your hip, mouth on yours. “Soon,” he whispers. “Soon. I promise.” He caresses your sides and lowers his mouth to lap at one erect nipple. “Soon, Y/n.”
“Oh sweet god,” you groan, arching your back to get more of his mouth. He grins against your breast and, in one swift movement, has your hands pinned over your head with one hand. “Oh!” Your shriek of surprise has his cock throbbing against your inner hip and you rock against him needily.
“Babydoll,” Brendon sighs. “Legs up.” You wrap your legs around his waist and shudder as he fills you. “You still okay?” The hand in your hair moves to cup your face tenderly and you nod, pressing your cheek to his touch. “Still with me?” He’s resting his forehead against yours as he thrusts into you relentlessly.
“Still,” you say in a choked voice. “Oh fuck- still with you.” He nuzzles your cheek and rolls his hips forward - it’s a fluid movement that has the head of his cock rubbing deep inside you and your toes curling. If your hands were your own, you’d be clawing at his back. “Oh my god-“
“Yeah,” Brendon agrees, his eyes heavy. “Yeah, you feel fucking incredible. Shit, I want to give you everything-“
“Your dick is a great start,” you manage, rocking up to take more of him. The movement doesn’t send him deeper - you can feel his pelvis rubbing against your clit - but it changes the angle and before you can stop yourself, your entire body is rigid and trembling. Your eyes snap open wide and the lower half of your face is tingling; your ankles are locked around his waist and it’s through slightly numb lips that you ask for the hand in your hair to move lower.
“You’re sure-“ Brendon starts to ask but your emphatic nodding cuts him off. With one hand keeping your wrists pinned over your head, he lowers the other to your throat, wrapping his fingers lightly. You lift your hips again right as he pulls back and pushes back in, and the squeal you let out is his cue - his fingers flex, squeezing gently. Your eyes roll back and your lips are parted; every inch of your body is vibrating with your orgasm. Between the low burn in your arms, the tightening around your neck, and the fullness between your thighs, you count yourself lucky to still be conscious. This level of pleasure in the past has been known to make you tug the vibrator out, roll face-down into your pillow and shriek as your body writhes, falling into a state of unconscious euphoria mere moments later.
“Babydoll, come for me,” Brendon demands, and you realize again what you’ve known - that your usual coping method isn’t an option. You have to ride this out with him and that thought alone pushes you off of the ledge you’d found yourself on. Hips bucking senselessly, eyes unfocused, lips parted, entire body on fire - “Sweet fuck,” Brendon mumbles as you tense around him again. He’s thrusting hard against your tightening walls and your wordless shrieks and squeals of pleasure are driving him insane. “Tell me,” he groans, when your wild eyes find him. “Who makes you come like this?”
“You do,” you gasp despite his fingers on your throat, arching off the bed in ecstasy. “You do, Brendon - you’re the only one who makes me come like this!”
“Fuck-“ Brendon grunts and you watch the tension in his stomach spread outward as the rolling, pulsing heat of his climax peaks. His thighs lock in place between yours, and his chest seems to go rigid mid-breath. His fingers go even tighter and you love it; it sends a rush of electric desire right to your clit. The veins in his neck are prominent and his head is bowed low so he can watch you through dark eyes. “Oh my god-“
Your body is still trembling under his touch and when he goes limp over you, you let yourself relax and melt into his bed. The hand on your throat moves to your cheek and the one pinning your wrists down is in your hair. He rolls to one side but you move fluidly with him, needing to be close, closer, as close as possible. He’s caressing your face and hair tenderly, lips moving sweetly over the red marks he’s left on your neck. “What a good girl you were,” Brendon whispers as he hovers over you, reaching down to hoist one of your thighs up over his hip. He understands your need to be close right now, and given how he’s snuggling closer, he shares it. “My babydoll, my sweet girl, my angel,” he continues, making you whimper. “We’ll take a bath in a minute,” he promises. “Right now, I think we both just need to come down.”
“Uh huh,” you moan, tugging him down to be flush against you. “Hell, we could take a bath in the morning. I have everything I need right here.” He laughs, a sensual and low sound.
“That can be arranged.” Twisting slightly, he reaches back and tugs the edge of the blankets up over you both. “Don’t want to move you,” he says softly. “Just going to lift the blankets up from each side and make us into a little blanket burrito.” He reaches over you and the solid warmth of his body gives you a sense of safety and comfort you haven’t known in a while. As he returns with the other edge of the blanket, draping it over your bodies, you wrap your arms around him and pull him close for a long kiss. “Y/n…my sweet babydoll,” Brendon sighs against your lips. “My sweet, perfect girl.”
“Brendon- my sweet man,” you reply dreamily. “My sweet, perfect man.” He smiles into the embrace and you smile back, cuddling in so you’re pressed entirely against him. “Bath in the morning?”
“Bath in the morning, babydoll.”
