Summary:Jensen is Y/N’s favourite client, but a shocking turn of events leads to interesting thrills, deep secrets and an outcome no one could predict.

Rating:18+

PartTags:smut, shower sex, sensual sex, cheating, creampie, mentions of escorting, angst, fluff, daddy kink, more angst, bitchiness

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Six Weeks Later

You moan as the warm water trickles over your skin, soaking into your aching muscles. You feel large hands grip your hips, pulling you back into him and you giggle softly.

“Again?” you tease, reaching for the shower gel.

“Daddy’s not had enough,” he replies gruffly, making you giggle some more.

“You’ve never had enough.” You feel his teeth sink into the back of your shoulder softly and hum. “Careful, my dress is strapless.”

“You don’t want people to know I’ve claimed you?” he ponders, kissing up the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“Because that won’t raise a lot of awkward questions,” you scoff.

You feel his cock slide through your thighs, and he reaches down and encourages you to squeeze them together, starting to rut between them, his length rubbing along your sex teasingly. You begin to moan, tipping your head back and resting it on his shoulder, and he takes the shower gel from you and lathers some into your breasts, and down your body.

“One last time before our time is up?” he asks quietly.

“Ye-yes, Daddy, please,” you beg unashamedly.

He chuckles at your eagerness, reaching between you and you widen your stance just a little to allow him room. He slides inside you with ease, stretching your already abused hole, making you gasp for air. Recently, this is the only feeling you’ve been craving. There’s nothing like it.

He fucks you slow and deep, almost sensual as he continues to grope your body, rolling his thumbs over your nipples. You’re already close to another orgasm, the muscles in your thighs weak and trembling from the countless other ones he’s given you the past few days. But you can’t stop yourself from climaxing yet again, making him moan as you clench around him.

“Make me feel so good, baby,” he hums. “Fuck, Daddy loves that cunt.” He reaches up, pushing your wet hair over your shoulder, kissing your cheek. “Want me to fill you up?”

You nod, your eyes fluttering closed, and he deepens his thrusts, holding himself still, trapping your body against his as he cums deep inside you, and when he pulls out, his spendings leak out onto the shower floor. He turns your face and kisses you deeply before stepping back, and then steps out of the shower completely. You quickly finish washing up and turn the water off, stepping out and into the towel he’s holding out for you, before kissing your forehead.

“We better get a move on, your Mom is back soon.”

You watch Jeff step out of the bathroom and into your bedroom, and you follow on, taking a deep breath.

“I thought it was bad luck to see your bride on your wedding day?” you ask, leaning against the doorframe.

“You think fucking her daughter isn’t bad luck enough?” Jeff scoffs, drying himself off with his towel and then reaching for his boxers on your floor.

“Why are you still marrying her?” you ask, curiously. Jeff’s made no secret about acknowledging that this marriage is a bad idea.

“Because, doll, when you get to my age, you just don’t really wanna be alone anymore.”

“You’re not alone, you’ve got me,” you tell him honestly, stepping closer to him.

“And you, sweetheart, as much as I adore you, have me and several other guys on your booty call list. Besides, you don’t want an old man like me.” Jeff kisses your forehead and then steps back, continuing to get dressed.

“What if I do?” you ask, seriously. “What if I only want you? No more booty calls, no wedding, just me and you.” You’ve been thinking about it a lot recently. It might’ve only been six weeks, but you’re definitely falling for the guy.

Jeff laughs you off, shaking his head. “I need to get ready, your Mom will kill me if I’m late to our wedding.”

You watch Jeff leave and sigh heavily, wondering if he’ll ever feel the same way about you.

You’re just finishing up your makeup when your cell rings – your workcell – and you see Jensen’s name flash on the screen. You frown slightly, picking it up.

“Hey,” you answer, grabbing your lipstick.

“Hey, so, what about tonight?”

“What about it?” you press, starting to paint your lips.

“A session,” he adds.

“Jensen it’s the wedding this evening,” you remind him, frowning slightly.

“So we’ll be in the same place, you’ve got a room at the hotel, don’t you?” he asks.

“I do, but so do you… with your wife.”

You know the whole reason he’s even asking you is because fucking you at this wedding with his wife just downstairs will really be the extra thrill Jensen’s been looking for since he sent Jeff that video. You’ve been keeping him at arm’s length since then. Jensen knows vaguely that things have happened between you and Jeff as a result of that video, but neither of you have really talked about it. Jensen changes the subject if you bring Jeff up at all at the moment, and you’re still not sure how upset you are with him for sending the video in the first place. He shouldn’t have betrayed your trust like that, but it did also bring you and Jeff together.

“So?” Jensen presses. “You cancelled on me this week, I need my fix with my favourite girl,” he reminds you, his voice a little more hushed. You can hear his wife calling in the background, asking him if he’s started getting ready for the wedding yet, and you roll your eyes. You should’ve known he’s started calling you with her around. “C’mon.”

“Not tonight, Jensen,” you insist. “I’ll try to find time for you this week. Now I need to get ready, my Mom will kill me if I’m the only bridesmaid that isn’t dressed.”

You huff as you put your work phone on silent and shut it in the drawer of your dresser, looking up at your dress hanging on the back of the door. You can’t let her marry Jeff, you just can’t.

You knock on the door and peek your head around it to find your mother alone, standing in front of the mirror in her dress.

“Y/N,” she calls out, “You’re not dressed.”

“Mom?” you press, stepping inside. “I need to tell you something.”

Your mother turns around, frowning slightly as she faces you. “What?”

She doesn’t sound impressed with your announcement, like she’s annoyed you’ve decided now is the time to talk to her about something. Like she’s ever home to talk to her otherwise. You’ve barely seen her since you’ve been back from college.

“Please don’t marry Jeff,” you beg.

She frowns but then scoffs. “Why?”

“Because he’s a great guy, one of the best, and he deserves more than a wife that’s marrying him for money.”

Your mother laughs and turns back around to look in the mirror. “Don’t be jealous, Y/N, I’m doing this for both of us. You like being rich, don’t you?”

“I make my own money,” you insist.

“How? You don’t have a job.”

You clench your jaw, realising you can’t tell her how.Fuck. You didn’t think this through. You need something to stop her marrying him.

“Just don’t marry him, Mom, please,” you beg again, trying to just get through her humanity, if she’s even got any left. But she seemed to shut that off when your father died.

“This isn’t a discussion, Y/N, I’m marrying him,” your mother insists abruptly.

“I’m fucking him,” you blurt out, your eyes wide at your own admission.

“What?”

It’s out there now, and maybe this is the thing that’ll stop her from marrying him and ruining his life. “Me and Jeff have been having sex behind your back, for weeks.”

Your mother turns around to look at you, frowning, and you don’t notice it until it’s too late. Your cheek stings from the slap, and your mother’s eyes are narrowed and dark when you finally look back at her, clutching your cheek with tears effortlessly spilling from your eyes.

“How fucking dare you,” she seethes quietly. “You selfish little bitch.”

“Mom, I’m sorry I–”

“How dare you try and make my day about you,” she continues, making you frown. She isn’t mad that you’re fucking her soon-to-be husband? You don’t understand, your head is spinning. “Do you think I give a shit who is fucking who? By the end of today he’s going to be my husband, and half of everything he has will be mine. And you’re not going to stop that. I could easily take your name off the guest list, if you disagree with this marriage that much.” She pauses, like she’s waiting for you to say something, but you’re speechless. “No? Then get in your fucking bridesmaid’s dress, and pretend to be happy for your own mother on her fucking wedding day.”

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Miss Me? - Brendon Urie x Reader

((NSFW!!! smut, cheating, heavy coercion, love-bombing and “i love you”, praise, daddy kink, breeding, pregnancy mention, blowjob, face fucking, fingering, unprotected sex obviously, cuddles))

Author’s Note: I know this blog is pretty much a ghost town, I rarely post anymore and I’m sorry about that! My life has been so crazy and busy but if you’d like to know what I’m up to nowadays you can always follow me on Instagram at @insomniacauden :) I’m going to be completely honest with you, this fanfic was written 100% out of self-indulgence, but after consulting with a friend, she encouraged me to upload it in any chance you might also enjoy. Very much Saudade vibes, the reader is cheating on her long-term boyfriend Josh Dun with the ever-so-tempting Brendon Urie. There are a lot of continuity errors written simply to fit my own personal narrative, but just ignore it or assume it’s up for your own interpretation lol. I love and miss you all, and for new readers who have no idea what the fuck I’m rambling on about, ignore this long ass prologue and just enjoy!!!

Moonlight seeped through the edges of your curtains, illuminating your figure that laid in bed. Wrapped in blankets, eyelids fluttered to a close, chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath, you slept in peace. Living alone was quiet, mundane, and sometimes lonely, but it brought about a certain serenity throughout your home. There was little to no disturbance, you stayed up in a studio apartment in New York City all on your own, didn’t have many guests or visitors, and mostly kept to yourself. Your boyfriend lived on the other side of the country, recording songs and playing shows for millions of kids across the nation. Sure, you loved him, and wanted more than anything to be with him, but for now you needed space. You were working on finishing up your college degree and he was writing an album with his best friend. You were both success driven and had agreed your relationship needed to be put on pause for the sake of your careers.

Josh was pretty great as far as boyfriends go, he was attentive and caring, but also outgoing and charming all the same. His hair color changed as often as the seasons, his face adorned with an array of piercings, limbs decorated in vibrant tattoos, and a smile that could light up the room- he was irresistible, really. Most would call it love at first sight, but you just called it destiny. Despite any of your arguments or insecurities, everything always worked out in the end, and your relationship became stronger than ever. His best friend Tyler had described you as the best thing that had ever happened to him, especially after his last brutal breakup, and his mother constantly joked that you two were conjoined at the hip. So going long distance for the first time since you two had started the relationship was definitely rough, especially when conflicting time zones were involved.

You felt a dip in the mattress behind you, and you sighed softly, slightly stirring in your sleep. “Hmm?” you began to flutter your eyes open when you felt the sheets rise up and fall back down, a warm figure behind you, their body pressing up against yours. “Josh, is that you?” You wouldn’t know who else it could possibly be. Still intoxicated with slumber, you assumed perhaps your boyfriend had flown the distance to see you because he had missed you, a surprise perhaps, but it was the voice who responded that scared you more.

“You couldn’t possibly think it was really him, could you?” a deep gravely voice chuckled from behind you, sliding his hand over your bare hip and gripping it tightly, holding you firmly in place as he pressed up against you more, his plump lips grazing against your ear as he whispered.

“B-Brendon?” you stammered and he instantly tightened his grip around your waist, making you freeze.

“Miss me?” he responded coyly and you instantly shoved his hand off your waist, turning around in bed, any sleepiness within you now drained from your system. Here he was, only centimeters from you, barely clothed in your bed, dark hair and even darker eyes alluring you. You hadn’t thought of him in months. You could have sworn you locked the door. Thoughts raced in your mind as you doubted whether or not this was even real.

“What are you doing here?” you inquired, terrified and infatuated all the same. His lips looked so big and pink and soft, his eyes warm and inviting, his hair tousled and messy, the five o’clock shadow outlining his jaw- you wanted nothing more than to touch him. No. That was wrong. You had to defend yourself, defend him. “I have a boyfriend.”

“Do you now?” Brendon mused. “I don’t seem to see him around.”

“He’s in Ohio,” you struggled to respond, muscling through the lump caught in your throat. “Recording the album with Tyler.”

“Ah…” he drew out the reaction slowly, eyes flickering down to your lips before arriving above to meet your gaze again. “That’s a shame, I had assumed you would have been a priority. I always had thought you to be.”

“I am,” you insisted, but he closed his eyes, shaking his head ever so slightly, hiding a dangerous sort of smile.

“Darling, if you were, it would be him in this bed right now instead of me,” he argued, reaching a hand up to touch your cheek.

“This is wrong…” you attempted to look away, breaking from his gaze, but his fingers caught your chin and lifted your face to remain poised across from his.

“You don’t really think he’s going to stick around, now do you?” he dared to ask, gaze piercing yours. “He’s simply going to hurt you, going to leave, going to break your heart just like all the boys you’ve loved before. They all come and go, darling. Each and every one of them. Even Josh.” His face leaned in close to yours, nose brushing the top of your lip before nudging upwards, his warm breath against your mouth, barely pressing into a kiss. “But you know I’ll always be here. From before your first boyfriend to after your very last, I’ll always love you. I’ll never leave.”

Without thinking, you closed your eyes and pressed your lips up against his, just to entertain the thought of the sensation of his mouth on yours. His body instantly gravitated towards you, the warmth of his chest radiating into you, the mess of your legs slowly becoming tangled together, his hands reaching behind your head to pull you closer to him. His tongue parted your lips and slowly entered, sliding against your tongue, an indescribable wave of heat flooding over you. You had never done anything like this with Brendon, only temptations of the idea lingering in your dreams as you thought of the man who seemed to follow wherever you went. Brendon was like a shadow in your mind, always with you, always watching, ready to be there whenever you needed him. But you didn’t need him now, did you?

Slowly reeling back into your senses, you faltered, pulling away, and he pressed his palms into the small of your back, almost as if physically pleading. “Bren…” your voice trailed off now and you pressed your lips together, silently cursing yourself for even kissing him, caught in a war between yourself. You shut your eyes tight, almost hoping he would disappear once you reopened them. He didn’t.

“You want this, y/n. I know you do,” he murmured, fingertips barely grazing against your spine, making you tremble. He was so warm, and inviting, those eyes boring into you, almost entrancing.

“I would be lying if I said I didn’t,” you confessed through a mumble, trying to look for an answer within his gaze, but finding none. Guilt coursed through your body, eating you alive.

“I would tell you that he doesn’t need to know,” Brendon begins, dipping his hand down the small of your back into the fabric of your panties, eliciting a gasp when he squeezes your ass tight, sinking his fingernails into your flesh. “But truthfully, maybe he does. It would speed up the process, perhaps he could break up with you now, save you the heartbreak to come later.”

Flinching at his words, you paused, guilt panging in your heart. “D-do you really think that?” you inquired hesitantly. “That he’s going to leave me?”

“Oh darling, if he wasn’t before, he definitely is going to now,” he simply laughs, giving your ass another squeeze as he lower his mouth to your ear and his voice to a growl. “Especially after I fuck a baby into that tight little pussy of yours.”

Both your eyes go wide, an immediate warmth rushing to your core. “Brendon I… I really don’t think… I’m not on any… You shouldn’t-” you stammer, rendered speechless, unable to process what he’s told you.

“Oh, but I am,” he croons, his low voice making your body quiver as he holds you in place. “I’m going to fuck your pretty face, and then after you get my cock nice and hard and wet with your sweet sloppy little tongue, then I’ll pound that pussy until I’ve worked myself so deep inside of you, I just can’t bring myself to pull out.”

“What about J-Josh?” you frantically tried to read his gaze and he seemed almost amused.

“What about Josh?” he tossed the question back at you coyly. “All that talk of breeding you and he never really did, did he? Empty promises I presume, among many others.”

“I’m not ready to be pregnant,” you argue, voice wavering with uncertainty. “T-that’s why we never- I never let him-”

“Ah but you wanted it, didn’t you?” Brendon mused, running his hand up and down the length of your back, dark eyes boring into you. “Deep down, I know how desperately you wanted it. Just like you want this.”

“Just because you want something doesn’t mean you should have it,” you swallowed roughly, trying to pull yourself back into reality, though his touch alone was simply intoxicating.

“But you deserve it, love,” he insisted with a chaste kiss to the forehead. “I want to be able to give you something you’ve never had, something nobody else has been able to give you, something…” He stops, searching for the right words, his lips pursed together in concentration. “Something that is proof of my love for you.”

“I know you love me, Bren,” you whispered, reaching a hand up to caress his face. “You don’t ever need to prove that to me, you know.”

“I know,” he resonated slowly. “But I want to.”

“Well…” you hesitated, and he began to bring his lips back again towards yours.

“It’s a question of desire, darling. And I desire nothing but you.”

He was right. He always had. All your other relationships, including the one you had with Josh, it contained history. Messy, brutal, heart wrenching confessions and catastrophes of all the people they have had a taste of before, messily carved into the bedpost, keeping some sort of score in the back of your mind, a constant comparison. But with Brendon, it was never like that. There hadn’t even seemed to be some sort of beginning, nor end, no past, or future. The mutual desire between the two of you simply always had been, there was no question about it. And despite whomever you had lured into your bed or perhaps crawled into theirs, at the end of the day, Brendon was always waiting for you. You almost owed it to him.

“Why?” you dared yourself to ask aloud. “Why are you always still here? Even after I choose everyone but you?”

“Because, love…” his eyes softened as he brushed his thumb against your cheek. “I was made for you.”

Staring up at him, the heat of your bodies pressed up against each other underneath your sheets, you seemed to be at war with yourself. One part of you, your brain, was screaming that you had already done plenty wrong and you needed to stop before things progressed worse. But the other part of you, your body, it felt ever so drawn towards Brendon, a certain craving as though you’ve never needed anything in your life more desperately than this. You bit your lower lip, eyes grazing over his features, noting the dark lust in his expression and his parted lips waiting for another kiss. Suddenly, you felt a certain wetness dripping between your legs and your mind seemed to go blank. “What do I need to do to please you?” you exhaled.

“There’s my good girl,” his soft smile broke out into a mischievous grin. “Kiss me, darling.”

And so you did. Leaving all your inhibitions and reservations behind, you devoured his lips, the taste of whiskey and peppermint and nicotine and something sultry on his tongue now seeping onto yours. His mouth trailed onto your jaw and down to your neck, causing you to tilt your head up, sighs spilling from your lips as he sucked at your skin, nipping slightly with his teeth, somehow situating himself above you. Instinctually, you parted your legs and he rested his hips between yours, and you gasped once you felt his length press against your core. The friction alone was almost enough to make you come. “Brendon…” you whimpered as he began to grind against you, leaving hickeys down your neck, kissing down towards your breasts.

“Take this off,” he ordered, tugging up at your loose shirt, and so you swiftly did, leaving yourself in nothing but your panties now. He slowly drank you in, rough palms making their way up your sides as he scooped your chest inwards, squeezing hard at your tits and a smile slowly creeping at the corner of his lips as he pinched your nipples. His eyes flickered up to yours.

“What?” you suddenly became self-conscious, worried something was wrong.

“Oh nothing…” he gently reassured. “Just thinking about how big and swollen your breasts will be when they fill up with milk after I’ve bred you.” The words alone made your stomach double and he chuckled darkly, pinching your nipples harder before squeezing at your tits once again. “You won’t have to worry about any overflow, I’ll gladly take care of that.”

“Bren-” you gasped as he caught one of your breasts in his mouth, suckling you harshly, causing your eyes to nearly roll to the back of your head. You buried your hand in his hair, tugging at his dark locks and hissing as he bit down hard on your nipple, then quickly flicked his tongue over the tender spot to make the pain fade away. “Careful, baby.”

“I’ll be as careful as I want to be,” he retorted, mouth switching towards the other as he roughly groped you, his erection now brushing against your clit and making you needier than ever.

“I need you,” you whined. “Please, daddy.”

“That’s right,” he licked his lips as he came up to meet his tongue with yours once again, kissing you sloppily as one hand swiftly grabbed a fistful of your hair. He tugged hard, eliciting another gasp from you, and smirked. “Keep calling me daddy and I’ll make you a mommy by the end of the night.”

“Fuck…” your legs trembled and he lifted himself up off of you, causing you to unintentionally whine at the loss of contact between your legs.

“Off the bed. On your knees,” he commanded. “Now.”

“Y-yes sir,” you managed to reply, shakily getting up from off the bed and finding your way towards the floor, kneeling down for him. He sat on the edge of the bed in his boxer briefs, studying you carefully, watching your big needy eyes look up at him with longing and desperation. He ran a hand through his messy hair and hummed with approval. His cock was fully erect now, head peeking out from underneath the waistband, and your mouth watered as you watched him slowly palm himself through the fabric. You knew what was coming next.

“I just find it funny…” Brendon began, still slowly toying with himself over his boxers. “That moments ago, you were so hesitant to even kiss me, spewing excuses and insisting on how wrong this all was, acting so confused and shy and worried.” He chuckled as he stood up from the edge of the bed and slid his boxers down, exposing himself and letting his cock spring free, watching as your eyes dilated, fixed on the sight. “And now when I tell you to get on your knees for me, there isn’t even a pause before I’m being told an eager ‘yes sir,’ hmmm? That’s an interesting development if you ask me.” He steps out from his boxers and moves towards you, his erection fully exposed and inches from your face now, and you can see the precum dripping from his slit already. “So, I’m not going to order you around this time, darling. Instead, I’m going to ask.” He pumps himself a couple times for good measure and then looks down at your longing eyes, already fully knowing the answer. “That’s only fair, right? To give you a choice, no?” You slowly nod, gaze locked with him. “Good girl. Now do you want to suck my cock or not?”

“Yes sir,” you quickly answered, reverting your gaze back towards his hand wrapped around his length, staring in a daze as you watched the precum dripping down the head. “I want to suck your cock so bad.”

“That’s what I thought,” he hummed, taking another step towards you until the head of his cock was pressed up against your lips. “Now be a good little slut and open up wide.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. You did as told, opening your mouth and allowing the head of his member to push past your lips, slowly licking at his slit before flattening your tongue and sliding underneath, taking in more. His hands gathered your hair, bunching it up into a makeshift ponytail with his hands, then readjusting into a firmer grip until he could control your movements simply with the flick of his wrist. “God…” you moaned around his cock in your mouth as you took him deeper, starting to gag as you felt him reaching the back of your throat, eyes watering.

“Keep it up good girl,” he soothed. “You’re doing such a good job for me. Take my dick in your mouth, take all that you can, there you go. Be a good little slut for me. I know you can do it.”

“Fuck-” you caught yourself choking as he shoved the rest of himself inside of you, head fully hitting the back of your throat as his balls slapped against your chin, and you heard him let out a deep groan, knowing this was just the beginning. He couldn’t hear your feeble protests between you gagging around his cock and quite literally choking, tears beginning to fall down your face as he gripped your hair harder and guided you back and forth, slowly fucking your mouth.

“God that feels so fucking good,” he moaned, bucking his hips into your head as he began to pick up the pace, his dick ramming into your throat over and over again, causing you to full on sob at this point. He simply laughed when he looked down at you, the pleasure overtaking him, condescending tone now replacing his sweet praises. “That’s right you fucking slut, cry for me. What’s wrong? Is my cock too big for your little mouth? I thought you wanted this.” He shoved harder and deeper, your desperate attempt to give yourself some slack quickly foiled as he tugged at fistfuls of your hair and forced you to deepthroat him, holding you there for several seconds, suffocating you before eventually pulling all the way out. “Fuck, you took my entire cock in your mouth, you fucking whore.” You coughed violently, drool dripping down your chin and onto your breasts as you desperately wheezed for air, eyes stinging with tears as he laughed even more. “Pathetic though, seeing as you didn’t even let me finish.”

“I’m s-sorry, s-s-sorry,” you struggled to stammer out, still catching your breath, salty aftertaste on your tongue. No, he didn’t finish, but you could tell he came close. You could taste it.

“That’s okay,” he insisted, caressing your face and reaching his open palms out to help you stand. “I didn’t want to finish in your mouth anyways. I have other plans for you tonight, darling.”

“Bren…” your voice trailed off as he helped you onto your feet and tugged your panties down your legs. He guided you to step out of them and then went to kiss you again before noticing how close you were to your breaking point, your legs weak and sore, mouth and throat fucked raw, underwear now completely soaked with your wetness. He took a moment to simply hug you, palm pressing into your back softly with one hand and petting your hair with the other, comforting you like a small child, hushing you until your tears mostly subsided.

“Hey, you did a good job, babydoll,” he whispered softly into your ear, voice turning sweet again. “It’s okay. Shh, it’s alright. Come here.” He held you there in the quiet and stillness of your bedroom, the darkness shrouding you both, the moonlight from behind the curtains still cascading onto your mattress as he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “Let’s lay down on the bed, sweetheart.”

“O-okay,” you hiccupped, slowly able to catch your breath and tears drying against your cheeks as he scooped you up into his arms and placed you on the mattress carefully. He hovered above you for a moment before getting comfortable, laying his body down atop of yours, erection hard and wet and pressed against your stomach, his forehead against your own, lips barely touching.

“Are you alright, love?” he checked, and you could sense the worry in the way he furrowed his brow and pressed his lips together, genuinely wondering if he took it too far.

“I’m okay,” you insisted. “I just…” You stopped yourself, genuinely curious as to where this was going. He was right. In the past, Josh had talked about breeding you, even fucked you as though he had meant to, but there was always a stopping point. He was never serious about it, it wasn’t the reality you two had agreed upon, or could possibly even entertain. Especially now that you were long distance. You had taken birth control, or even a Plan B afterwards, or just toyed with the idea as he came inside a condom. But the way Brendon was talking, and from the seriousness in his voice, you had a feeling this wasn’t just a fantasy anymore. He was being for real.

Seeming to have read your mind, Brendon nodded, dark brown eyes boring into yours, his cock seeming to press harder into your abdomen. “I’m serious, darling,” he murmured. “I will, if you’ll let me. You just have to give in.”

“I’m scared, Brendon,” you confessed, tears nearly welling up in your eyes once more. “I’m not on any birth control, and I’m so young, and I’ve never done something like this before, and what about Josh, what will I tell him once he finds out, what if he-”

“Just trust me,” he held your face in his hands, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before looking at you longingly. “Don’t worry about any of that. Forget about Josh. Forget about your worries. I just want you to focus on me right now. Focus on us. On what feels good. On what you want. Okay?” Still nervous, your gaze wandered towards the door, as if your boyfriend would walk in and catch you in the act any second, and he clicked his tongue disapprovingly, tilting your head back up to meet his gaze. “Do you want this?”

“So badly,” you allowed yourself to barely whisper in response.

“Then it’s okay,” Brendon reassured. “Darling, I love you. And I just want you to give me the chance to prove that to you. Give me a reason for you to choose me for once. Forget about the rest of the world. Trust me. Please.”

“Bren…” you still hesitated, terrified.

“Do you love me?” he wondered. You nodded. “Then let me. Please.”

Without saying a word, you simply parted your legs and he sighed with relief, one of his hands cupping the warmth between your legs. He hummed, letting one of his fingers press up against your wetness, gathering it towards your clit and gently rubbing in circles, causing you to whimper. “It can’t possibly be wrong if it feels this good, no?” he mused, sliding his finger down and adding another, toying at your entrance before pushing in, causing you to moan. “Good girl. That’s right. Let me try and stretch you out before I fuck you with my cock. God, you’re tight.” Your walls clenched around his fingers as he swirled them inside of you, collecting your juices and pumping in and out before adding a third, attempting to stretch you open wider. You whined at the sensation and he kissed your neck in hopes of comforting you, meanwhile slowly bucking his hips up and grinding his cock against your thigh.

“I need you,” you begged. “Please Bren, I can’t take it anymore. I want to feel you inside of me. I want you so bad. Please fuck me.”

“I don’t know…” he teased, toying at your clit once again, rubbing in frantic circles as your body shuddered underneath him. “Like you said, what would Josh think?”

“I don’t care about him, I want you, I need you,” you sputtered without thinking, heat building up in your core as he pinched your clit, making you cry out.

“That’s right babygirl, tell me how much you want me,” he growled, positioning his cock at your entrance, gathering your wetness with his head.

“I need you so bad, Brendon,” you whined. “I have to have you inside of me, I want you to fuck me, I need it, I need you.”

“You want me to fuck a baby inside of you?” he asked, dark lust filled eyes staring into yours, searching for approval.

“Yes, please, fuck yes,” you nodded frantically. He gripped your hips tightly and closed his eyes, groaning as he slowly entered you, making you gasp in pleasure and shock. He carefully filled you inch by inch, and as you had remembered from sucking him off earlier, you could feel just how long and thick he was stretching you out. You hooked your legs around his waist as you pulled him in deeper, gasping for air as you sheathed his length completely, his face buried in your neck and making the most beautiful collection of noises.

“Fuck darling…” he struggled to catch his breath before he slowly drew himself out, then pushed all the way back in, lips catching yours. Your kissed passionately, him working his way in and out of you until he found a steady rhythm, carefully stretching out your walls and pushing deeper, working his way inside of you. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

“As do you,” you panted, legs still locked around his waist, drawing him in and letting him pull out before sliding him into you once again. The sensation was absolutely euphoric. He slid in and out of you with ease, building up your wetness, until he pulled out and roughly grabbed you by the hips.

“Turn around, ass up,” he ordered, and you did as told, him spanking you roughly in return. “Good girl.” He positioned himself at your entrance and shoved himself into you all at once, the new position making your head spin, and you screamed into the pillow in pleasure. He rocked his hips back and forth against your ass, fucking you harder and faster, and you could feel him going deeper as he did so.

“Please don’t stop daddy,” you pleaded as you felt your walls start to clench around him, nearing orgasm. “I’m going to come.”

“Yes, please, I want you to come for me,” Brendon agreed, reaching his hand towards your pussy and rubbing at your clit, making you whine as you adhered to his movements, fucking yourself on his dick. “Be a good girl and come for daddy.” His words practically unraveled you and you cried into the pillow once again as you felt yourself give way, walls tightening and contracting sporadically before finally releasing around his shaft, wetness dripping down your legs, the rush of the high overwhelming your senses, but he kept relentlessly fucking you. “Oh god, babygirl, fuck…”

“It feels so good,” you whimpered, senses overwhelmed as you felt his thrusts become more desperate and messy, and in that moment, reality hit you all at once, realizing what was about to happen. “Wait, w-wait Brendon wait-”

“What?” he seethed, suddenly stopping, and you froze, terrified.

“I just… I want to look at you when you do it,” you insisted breathily, still shaking post orgasm, trying to turn around to face him despite your position. His cruel expression softened, the anger of you ruining his orgasm when he was so close starting to fade away. “Please, let me turn around so I can be closer to you when you come inside me. I want to look into your eyes while it happens.”

He paused, unclenching his jaw. “Okay, you’re right. Give me a second, okay princess?” he complied, pulling out of you and letting you turn onto your back, smiling softly as your legs wrapped around his waist once again. “I have a better idea though.” He took your legs and hooked them around his shoulders instead, positioning yourself differently. “This way I’m even deeper.”

“Thank you, Brendon,” you whispered and he pressed a kiss to your lips gently.

“Anything for you, darling,” he smiled as he pushed himself deep inside you with no warning, gaining a loud moan from you, your head jolting back in ecstasy. He began to fuck you again, and each time he thrust into you he moved deeper and deeper, until you could feel the head of his cock hitting your cervix. “Fuck, I’m so deep…”

“Oh god,” you clawed your fingernails down his back to cope with the feeling of him ramming into you like that, him gaining momentum and going faster, deeper, and harder, each thrust becoming more animalistic and needy. “Please, please I need you…”

“I’m going to cum so deep inside of you I get you pregnant on the first try,” he growled in your ear and you whined at his words, eyes widening as you felt one of his hands reach for your throat, gripping your neck and starting to choke you. “You belong to me, darling. You’re going to have my baby. No one else’s.” He choked you harder as he fucked you, your vision turning blurry and you gasping for air, and the moment he released his grip, he released inside of you. The sensation alone triggered your second orgasm.

Your vision turned white as you felt a certain warmth explode between your legs, a sticky thick liquid being shot deep inside of you, his cock twitching between your walls as he emptied his seed into your pussy, and you screamed into his chest as he let out a deep groan, nearly collapsing on top of you. He lazily thrust into you several times before turning limp, letting your pussy milk the very last drops out from his cock, and the weight of his sweaty body crushed you. You didn’t mind, you were too high off the pleasure to notice, the shock of knowing what had just happened, the sensation of his cum spilling inside of you and now coating your walls and dripping down your thighs, his cock growing soft but still resting inside of your cunt. You could have sworn he came right against your cervix too. Fuck.

The room went silent, nothing but the sound of both of you gasping for air and trying to slow your racing heartbeats filling the void of the darkened bedroom. Moonlight no longer seeped from behind the curtains and onto the mattress, but faint sunlight. Had it really been that long? The two of you were dripping in sweat, eyes closed, naked bodies limp and pressed up against each other, blankets strung about the bed, clothes scattered on the floor. His skin felt so soft and warm against you, you almost didn’t mind his entire body weight pinning you down to the mattress. Plus, you were still very much riding the lingering high of your second orgasm, and the feeling of his seed spilling out from between your legs had your head reeling. Several moments passed before he finally stirred, collapsing onto the bed beside you for several seconds before drawing you in, letting you take a turn to lay on top of him now. Still struggling to catch his breath, he hummed, running his fingers through your messy hair, and then kissing your forehead.

“Thank you, baby,” he mumbled breathlessly. “That felt so good. You felt so good.”

“No, thank you,” you insisted, clearing your throat at an attempt to speak clearly. “I feel so high right now I can barely think straight-” He cut you off by placing his lips on yours, drawing you in for a messy kiss, and you feel like you’re on cloud nine making out with him right now.

“I love you,” he whispered when he finally pulled away. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“I love you too, Brendon,” you smiled softly back at him. He kissed you again, more forceful this time, and then sighed.

“You’re going to have my baby,” he reminded you, pressing a soft hand against your stomach. “We’re going to have a baby together.”

“Really?” you look at him, wide eyed, half terrified but half excited.

“Just you and me, love,” he reassured, nodding slowly. “I promise. I’ll fuck you a thousand times more until we get it right.”

“I actually wouldn’t mind that,” you laughed quietly, burying your face into his neck.

“Oh and believe me,” he chuckled, kissing you softly on the forehead. “Neither would I.”