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"perverts" Brendon laughed, scrolling down on his phone.
"perverts?" I questioned, glancing at him.
He nodded, smirking. "they have a video of me pouring champagne on my head as they zoomed in on my rock hard boner" he chuckled, looking at me.
"oh," I wiped my hands on my apron, picking up my phone when he turns his attention to his.
I went on instagram, scrolling to see the video. I found the video, turning down the volume. The zoom in on his boner part made me giggle, getting his attention.
"what?"
"um," I blushed, grinning. "nothing, just remembered how we switched it up that night" I half lied.
We did switch it up though
He got up, getting behind me. He held my waist, kissing below my ear. "we could try it again"
"Babe, I'm cooking. Don't want dinner to be burnt, do you?" I smiled, holding his head.
"I wouldn't mind, everything you cook taste good" he mumbled, kissing lower.
I closed my eyes, biting back a moan. I turned around, patting his chest.
"after dinner, yeah?"
He nodded, going into the living room.
I looked back at the pan, stirring the chicken. I switched the heat to low heat, getting back on my phone.
The video replayed, showing his boner again. I went down to the comments, reading about how he has a big dick, how they want him to fuck them, how it's not a bad dick, and how I can(t) handle that big ass dick.
Everything my man has is big, so I don't know why they are so surprised about his dick..
I kept reading them, chuckling. I saw one that caught my eye, making me cringe.
"y/n can't handle his big ass dick, he should come over to my house so a real woman can handle his dick" I mocked, putting my phone down.
"what was that?" he asked, looking through the fridge.
"babe, do you think I handle your dick well?" I mumbled, picking up the wooden spoon.
He furrowed his brows, looking at me. "wait, what?"
"do you think I can handle your dick well?" I spoke up, saying with the spoon.
"of course, cupcake. You're the best I've ever had" he said, cringing when he grabbed the milk.
"seriously?"
"seriously" he said, grabbing the front loops box.
I smiled slightly, cupping his face. I leaned in, kissing him softly. He kissed back, biting my bottom lip. I slipped in my tongue, roaming his mouth. He groaned lowly, running his hand up my shirt. I ran my hand through his hair, tugging gently.
He pushed me up against the fridge, lifting my leg up.
"You left the milk out" I muttered.
He shrugged, "the milk can wait for a few minutes"
"Brendon, it will go too waste"
He pulled back and took the milk, I moved out the way. He put it back in the fridge, closing the door.
I stirred the chicken once more, putting the spoon on a napkin. I took the top of the pan from the cabinet and put it on. I sat on the counter, pointing at him.
"come and get it" I smirked, taking my apron off.
He got on his knees, crawling over to me. He ran his hands up and down my legs, undoing the button of my jeans. He unzipped my zipper, pulling my jeans down carefully. He stopped at my ankles, taking my shoes off.
Once my pants were fully off, he stood up, yanking my underwear off.
Thank God that wasn't my favorite
He laid me down, hovering over me to kiss me. He cupped me, kissing down to my collarbone. He sucked on my skin gently, arching my back.
He lifted up my shirt, taking it off. He sneaked his hand behind my back, unclipping my bra skillfully. He tossed it to the floor, moving his lips down to my chest.
He placed his lips on my nipple, twirling his tongue around the peek. I moaned softly, gripping on the edge of the table. He lifted my legs up with his hands, placing them down on the table. He spread them as far as he could, moving his kisses downward. Taking my boob in his hand, squeezing it. He stopped at my hip bone, sucking on my skin. He took his time, his tongue touched my skin swiftly. He moved his mouth an inch farther, sucking.
I looked down at him, biting my lip. Once he was done, he lifted his head, revealing a heart shaped hickey. I smiled, caressing his cheek. He looked up at me, smirking. He then trailed kisses down my inner thighs, holding onto my hips. He inched closer, blowing air. I gasped, running my hands through his hair.
He licked his lips, gripping on my hips. He licked down my slit, moving his hands over so he could open the flaps.
He sucked on my clit, twirling his tongue in a circle. I moaned, gripping his hair. He entered two fingers in me, pumping slowly.
I arched my back higher as he started going faster. Sooner or later he added another finger, pumping harder. He curled his fingers, rubbing right against my g-spot.
I parted my mouth, closing my eyes.
"A," I moaned, releasing on his fingers. He grunts, pulling them out. He lifts his fingers to his lips, sucking on them.
"sweet as always" he smirked, pulling down his jeans once he undid his button and zipper.
I sat there, breathless. I wiped the sweat off my forehead with my hand, biting my lip.
"we're not done yet, kitten" he whispered, kissing my rib.
He hovered over me, pushing me down. I smiled, running my hands down his neck. He ran his lips up my body, kissing my neck once more. I tilted my head, moaning when I felt his tip brush over my entrance.
"Bren, no te-easing"
He entered me, thrusting in and out slowly. He rolled his hips, lifting my own hips to meet up with his.
We both gasped, his size finally being all in me.
I shuddered, that feeling of him brushing gently against my g-spot surprising me all the time.
"You have a big d-dick" I moaned, arching my back.
He used one of his hands to balance on the table as the other holds my hip.
"Daddy does have a big dick" he muttered, biting his lip.
It wasn't fair, I don't last long because his dick always touches my g-spot when he is in me.
Yeah, that's how huge he is.
I held it in, moaning loudly. He started thrusting faster, the pleasure being pushed to the max. Holding my climax was unbearable, I clamped my legs shut but he'd just open them up again with his knees.
I couldn't last any longer once he went in two more times. I released on him, my walls clenching around him.
He kept going, a small gas left my lips.
"B-bren" I moaned.
He released in me, panting. He pulled out after a few seconds, getting off the table.
He lifted his boxers and pants up, smiling.
"I'm starving, is the food ready?"
I sat up, hopping off the counter. I gathered my clothes, placing one hand on my hip.
"it's ready Brendon" I said sarcastically, smiling.
I looked up and dropped my stuff.
"how long have you been standing there?"I asked.
Brendon turned around and walked up to him, shaking his hand.
"eh, for awhile" he smirked.
"Zack, we know you can come in whenever but some privacy please" I blushed, covering my boobs with one hand and my middle regions with the other.
"The window in the kitchen doesn't even have curtains!" he retorted, shaking Brendon's hand.
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I took a picture by the window, posting it on my instagram story. I then scrolled down, seeing the video. Most of my feed was covered by the video, I sighed.
I dared to click on the comments again, regret started to surface. I scrolled up, still seeing those stupid comments about how I can't handle him.
What am I? A little girl? I'm a big girl, I can handle big cocks!
I stood up, placing the phone behind the plant of our room. I walked to our closet, getting the sexiest lingerie I had. Once I changed, I laid on the bed with my legs spread out slightly.
I rolled my eyes and got up again, forgetting I didn't turn the camera on. Once I was rushing to the bed, he opened the door.
"y/n?"
"Babe" I gasped.
If they think I can't handle it, then I'm going to have too show them.
I walked to him, rubbing his shoulders. "wanted to do something special for you" I whispered in his ear, taking his shirt off.
"why?" he chuckled, biting his lip. "not that I'm complaining, though"
"just thought you could use this as a reward for your hard work in the studio" I shrugged, kissing his neck.
"I have been working hard" he muttered, tilting his head.
"Daddy needs a break once in a while" I mumbled against his skin.
He lifted me up, laying me down on the bed.
I flipped us over, pinning his hands over his head. He raised his brows, grinning.
"what's gotten into you" he whispered, as if I took his breathe away.
"I'm all grown up now, Daddy. I can handle big dick like yours"
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I lifted myself up carefully, grabbing my phone from the nightstand.
I watched the video, biting my lip. Boy was it good, best sex we've ever had.
I posted it on instagram. Posting different clips since the whole thing was three hours and a half.
"mm" he groaned, tossing around.
I put my phone down and went back to sleep. But sleep didn't feel like sleep, I was up. The video kept me up. What would they say?
Who the fuck cares? I proved them wrong. I rode that dick, Rode it as if it was a rollercoaster with all the extra movements I added.
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I woke up, Brendon wasn't there.
Shit, he found out.
"Brendon" I yelled out, getting up.
"what?" he smiled, walking out of the bathroom.
"thought a fan kidnapped you" I joked, blushing.
"well, I'm going to be in the living room"
I nodded, he walked away.
I immediately grabbed my phone, looking at the thousands of notifications I got on instagram.
I opened them, my video was reported.
I sighed, thanking God That's it's down.
I got up and ran downstairs, looking at Brendon rolling up his blunt.
The news came on, the video played.
"what's that?" he furrowed his brows.
"I don't know" I shrugged, changing the channel.
"y/n"
I sighed, switching it back.
"y/n Urie posted a video of having sexual intercourse with former lover Brendon Urie. It has caused controversy all over social media. This video was taken down for not going by the policy. Millions of fans are upset and disgusted while some are fired up"
"what the hell"
"Brendon don't be mad"
"why would you do that? My parents watch the news, and so do yours"
"fans made me feel bad. Said I couldn't handle your big fat cock,
So I proved them wrong"
He laughed, walking over to hug me.
"why didn't you tell me? I would've loved to watch it, but just for the both of us not the whole world"
"I'm sorry"
"it's cool, just promise me we'll watch it later" he smiled.
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