#panic! imagines

throughout my 'hiatus', I have also discovered a new found love for matthew gray gubler, and would also love to write for him, spencer reid and chip taylor (68 kill) - so shoot me some requests!!

super excited to be back!! ❤️❤️

Warnings; none Words: 1608 Pairing: Reader × Brendon urie 

requested; Yes @belfbastettia >> I was able to get this done quicker (thank god I got a break from the terrible MS medications today) I hope you like it doll!!

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Today wasn't any different from any other day this lonely winter, my now ex and i had a terrible break up last week, Brendon has been trying to get me to go out and do stuff but I always came up with an excuse.

Today he wasn't having it, he came over to my place and forced me off the couch and made me change, we were going to winter fest, so I unwantedly changed for him i was hoping it was just us but it's not.

"We're gonna be late y/n" he shouts I go downstairs and go to his car leaving him behind me.

A/n: not a request. Again. But basically “hate” fucking is what it is.

Warnings: well sex, oral (male and female receiving), swearing, alcohol

Word count: 2.4k

“I’m just saying, I don’t really like him. He’s not very nice to me and we don’t get along! We never have. And I think you should stop inviting him to hang out with us,” You say to your best friend and roommate Emily, shoving a handful of skittles into your mouth. “It’s not even me inviting him, plus it’s not my fault that all of our friends like him,” she shrugs and you roll your eyes. “Plus, he’s hot, highly fuckable. And I think he’s single,” she says in a singsong voice, laughing at herself. You make an over dramatic gagging noise, shaking your head rapidly, “I wouldn’t fuck Brendon Urie for a million dollars.”

She stands up from the couch, walking into the kitchen to grab you both a drink. “Have you ever thought about the fact that you could be the problem? You can be so bossy and sassy sometimes,” she walks back to the couch, handing you your drink. Before you even get the chance to say anything, there’s a knock at your apartment door and you get up, unlocking the door and opening it. 3 of yours and Emily’s friends, Emily’s boyfriend and Brendon trail into the door as soon as you open it. Once they’re all in you migrate back to your spot on the couch, finishing off your drink.

“Let’s play truth or dare! Or like a drinking game or something!” Emily’s boyfriend Joe suggests and you groan, throwing your head against the back of the couch.

“I have a drinking game, how about everyone takes a shot each time Y/n tries to ruin our fun!” Brendon suggests and you roll your eyes at him. “Fuck you Urie, I’m not ruining your fun. Why would we play truth or dare, we’re not in middle school.” You snap back at him and he mock-defensively puts his hands up in the air. Everyone starts to chime in about how truth or dare sounds fun and your reluctantly agree to playing, standing up to grab a bottle of cheap vodka as the game starts.

After a few turns, it’s your turn and you think for a moment, “Urie, truth or dare.” He thinks for a moment before choosing truth and you roll your eyes at him, “coward. I dunno. What’s your body count?” You ask, already bored of the game. He chokes on his drink and looks at you with wide eyes, “invasive! Why do you care?” You shrug and make eye contact with him for a moment before looking away. His eyes are actually really pretty, they’re so brown and big, and he’s got nice hair too. “No, you don’t like him,” you think to yourself and sit in silence as you wait for an answer.

He thinks for a moment, seemingly thinking out the number in his head, “seven.” He says confidently and now it’s your turn to choke on the vodka in your mouth, “seven people have liked you enough to fuck you?” You giggle, clearly starting to get drunk. Emily and one of your other friends say your name disappointingly and Emily nudges you gently.

“Okay, Y/n. Truth or dare?” Your friend Avery asks, a smirk on her lips. “Dare, stop looking at me like that please,” she laughs at your response and you wait for her to give you the dare. “I dare you to make out with Brendon. For at least 30 seconds,” your jaw drops and you look at Brendon who is sat in his spot on the floor, smirking at you. To everyone’s surprise you get up from the couch and walk over to Brendon, grabbing his shirt to pull him up. You’re standing inches away from each other, you’re so close you can smell the beer on his breath.

After a couple seconds of both of you standing there, staring at each other, you grab the back of his head, moving him closer to you and you connect your lips to his. Fuck, he’s good. You don’t want to like it but you can’t help it. His lips are so soft and they move so well with yours, and he tastes so good. The 30 seconds is up faster than you’d like it to be, and you pull away, licking your lips, maintaining your eye contact with Brendon. You turn around and go back to the couch, grabbing your blanket and walking to a different chair that was away from everyone.

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“Y/n!” You jolt awake at the sound of your name and open your eyes, seeing Brendon, “what do you want?” You groan out, rubbing your eyes.

“Everyone’s going to bed, it’s almost 2. I figured you wouldn’t want to sleep on the chair all night, and I need to talk to you. In private.” He finishes off the last part quietly and you roll your eyes at him, standing up from the chair and walking to your bedroom, Brendon following you.

Once he’s in your room with him, he closes the door and walks closer to you, “why do you hate me so much?” He asks casually and you laugh at him, going into your closet to grab a sweatshirt, “because you’re a dick.”

You pull off the T-shirt you’re wearing, leaving you in just a bra and you slide the sweatshirt on over it quickly, feeling Brendon’s eyes on you, “I am not a dick. I’m just treating you the way you treat me,” he suggests and you look up at him squinting your eyes a bit. You walk closer to him and you bite your lip, thinking for a moment.

Before you get the chance to say anything, he pushes you against the wall to your right and kisses you roughly. You return the kiss, reaching up to tug on his hair. You moan against his lips, reaching down to pull on the edge of his shirt, implying that you want it off. He smirks against your lips and breaks the kiss to pull his shirt off. You hands begin to explore his body and you reach down between the two of gripping his erection. He groans against your lips and it’s your turn to smirk. You pull away from him, slipping your own sweatshirt off, pushing him towards your bed, your lips still connected.

He pulls his lips away from you, biting on your bottom lip as he does so and he remains close to you, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. You let it fall to the ground below both of you and he moans louder than expected and you reach up, covering his mouth with your hand, “if we’re going to do this, you have to be quiet, there’s other people in here. And I have neighbors.” You snap at him before reconnecting your lips.

He pulls away after a second, pushing you both onto your bed, his body hovering over yours. You squirm a bit under him and he chuckles, kissing down your neck, eventually making it down to the top of your shorts. He tugs your shorts and panties down in one go and licks his lips at the sight.

“I need something Brendon, hurry up,” you whine and he laughs at you. “Doesn’t seem like you hate me right now,” he grins, pushing a finger into your wet pussy, a moan of relief escaping your lips as he does so, “I still hate you,” You mumble out as he pushes another finger in.

He rolls his eyes at you, reaching down to push his own shorts down, struggling because of the use of only one hand, “for the record, I don’t hate you.” He pulls his fingers out and replaces them quickly with his tongue. Holy fuck he’s good. You put the back of your hand over your mouth to muffle your cries of pleasure, but you know you’re still loud and you don’t care anymore.

“Oh fuck. Brendon I’m gonna come,” You say frantically, moving your hips against his mouth, moaning out loudly. “Jesus - fuck, you’re good,” you moan out, reaching down to tug on his hair, moaning out loudly as you come on his tongue, your body going limp.

Brendon pulls his face away, licking his lips, “still hate me?” He asks, leaning up to kiss you on the lips. “Always,” you mumble back against his lips, moaning once you taste yourself.

“How about you make your mouth useful for something other than attitude?” He suggests and you push Brendon off of you, climbing on top of him. You kiss down his body, similar to what he did to you, pulling down his boxers once you reach them. You smirk a bit, mostly to yourself and you lick up the side of his dick paying attention to the tip. He lets out a breathy moan and you take him into your mouth, beginning to bob your head. He grips the top of your head and guides you with his hand, “fuck - your mouth, it’s so good.”

As he says that, you pull off of him, looking up at him, “that sounds like a compliment to me.” You say triumphantly and before he can say anything, you go back down on him, a loud moan leaving his lips.

“I told you I don’t - Jesus, fuck - I don’t hate you, so I don’t mind complimenting you,” He says between moans and you pull away from him, biting your bottom lip, “do you like me?” You ask him, reaching down to stroke his cock for the time being.

His cheeks get red and he shrugs, “Y/n, you’re a sassy pain in the ass. But the first time I saw you, I was mesmerized,” you roll your eyes at the cheesiness but you blush nonetheless, “I mean it! And I don’t want to talk about this right now, I’d rather be fucking you, so can we save this conversation for when we’re done?” He asks, a moan following his sentence and you nod, climbing on top of him, kissing his lips roughly.

You can sense that he doesn’t like you on top and he adjusts so he’s on top, “how do you want this?” He asks and without a work you flip onto your hands and knees, looking at him with an innocent smile, “you’re a dirty girl aren’t you?” He reaches up and caresses your cheek, “do you have a condom?” You shake your head quickly, eager for him to be inside of you, “no I’m on birth control and I have faith that you’re clean, so fuck me Urie,” you say, the last part coming out as a whine.

He begins to slide into you, painfully slow and you moan out, trying to be quiet. “Shit, you’re tight,” he groans out, pushing all the way into you, waiting a moment to begin thrusting. You let out another whine and with that he starts to thrust into you, starting slow but quickly speeding up. You grip the pillow that was in front of me and you push your face into it, letting out a shriek of pleasure.

Brendon’s hands are both on you, one of them on your hip, the other resting lightly on your ass. You lift your head up from the pillow, looking back at him, his hair was in his face, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth slightly parted, breathy moans leaving his lips as he thrusts into you. Dammit. He was so attractive and he was fucking you so well and you wanted to do this everyday.

Brendon’s eyes flutter open and he reaches down, tangling his hand into your hair, tugging on it gently. You whimper loudly as his speed quickens and he starts to thrust harder into you, “fuck Brendon. I’m close.” He moves both of his hands back to your hips and he uses them to help him increase his speed, moving your body and his, “your pussy is so good, fuck I can’t wait to feel you come around me.” His voice is low and deep.

He pulls out of you, and uses his hand to guide you to lay on your back, “wanna see you come.” He guides himself back into you, beginning to thrust hard with no rhythm. You let out a broken moan, reaching up to tug on his hair, pulling him down to connect your lips with his. He moans quietly against your lips, “I’m gonna come.” He mumbles against your lips. You let out a loud, high pitched moan, squeezing around him, reconnecting your lips to muffle your moans.

You feel Brendon come into you and you whimper at the feeling, him still thrusting into you. You let out a shaky sigh as he pulls out of you, falling into the bed next to you.

You begin to catch your breath and you bite you lips, glancing over at him, “I don’t hate you. I never hated you, this is just the way I am when I’m attracted to somebody I guess.” He looks over at you, smirking, “you’re attracted to me?” You roll your eyes and look away from him.

“I wouldn’t have let you fuck me if I wasn’t,” You shrug, standing up and pulling on your sweatshirt and shorts that fell to the floor. “I’m going to go eat something, do you want anything?” You ask and he looks you up and down, “I have a few ideas for something I can eat when you come back,” he licks his lips and you glare at him. “Urie!” You call out in a whisper yell before opening your bedroom door, walking out to the kitchen to see Emily and Avery sat on the stools, eating out of a bag of chips. You begin to turn around to leave, not wanting them to say anything, but they catch you before you have the chance to leave, “Y/n!” Emily calls and you sigh, walking back to the kitchen.

Before you even get the chance to say anything, Aspen begins talking, “how was he? Good?” Your cheeks turn bright red and you sit down on the stool next to her. “So good, for sure the best I’ve had. Ever.” You whine out in defeat, resting your head on your hands. “Best you’ve ever had?” You hear Brendon’s voice from behind you and you turn around to him, your cheeks even more red than before. You stand up and get some water and a bag of chips before walking back towards your room.

A/n: another one that’s not requested! Just wanted to try writing smut, and here we are! Feedback is appreciated.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: oral (male and female receiving), sex

You let out a giggle as you take a shot of tequila in sync with Brendon. You weren’t quite drunk, but you were definitely past the tipsy stage. You put the shot glass down on the table in front of you and you adjust how you’re sitting so you’re closer to Brendon.

You make eye contact with him and you smile, giggling at nothing. He places one of his hands on your chin and brings his face closer to yours, connecting your lips. Your lips move in sync with each other and Brendon’s hands start to wander your body. He moves his kisses from your lips to down your neck, sucking softly, causing you to let out a quiet moan and pull away. “Is that not okay?” He asks you, pulling away from you a bit more.

“I’ve never done anything before, you know that,” You mumble and look up at him, “and I want to, I really want to, but I feel like you’re not going to like what you see once I’m naked. And I’m not going to be good at it. I don’t know, it’s dumb.” You say, reaching to pour yourself another shot. Brendon shakes his head and asks you to pour him another shot before beginning to speak again, “first off, you’ll be just fine. You’re good at just about anything you do, plus being good at sex isn’t something that people need to worry about. And I can teach you! I can show you how to do things.” He takes a break to take his shot before continuing, “and I know I’ll like what I see under your clothes. I know I will. Y/n, you’re a gorgeous person, and you might not see it, but I do. If we end up doing stuff ever, I’m not going to pressure you into anything. We can keep the lights off, you can keep your shirt on, whatever you want baby. But I’m not pressuring you to do anything.” He finishes and you sigh, looking at the ground.

You take your shot, the room starting to spin a little bit. “Okay. I want to do it.” You say quietly, “we’ve been dating for four months and I’m a 19 year old virgin in college, which is embarrassing. And I love you. So let’s do it.”

Brendon places his hand on your knee, “Okay. You need to tell me if you don’t like something or if you want to stop though, okay? I want to know what you like and what you don’t like.” You nod in agreement as he stands up and you follow him to his bedroom, standing awkwardly next to his bed as you wait for him to make the first move.

He walks over to you and he places his hands on your face, beginning to kiss you just as passionately as he had been before, moving to trail the kisses down your neck, sucking softly. You let out a soft moan, tilting your head back. He pulls away and you whimper at the loss and he laughs quietly, “you like that?” He asks and you nod pulling him back closer to you. Brendon smiles at you and sits in the bed, pulling you into his lap, beginning to kiss you hard again. It doesn’t take long for him to flip your guys over so you’re on your back and he’s hovering over you, his hair falling into your face and you giggle, pushing his hair back. After kissing you, he leans back, pulling off his shirt, looking at you, “do you want to take off your shirt? Or do you want to leave it on?” He asks softly.

“I’ll take it off.” You mumble nervously, reaching down to grab the edge of your shirt, pulling it over your head, “bra?” He asks softly, swallowing hard as he looks at you.

“Not yet.” You say quietly and look up at him, and he nods, “what about your pants?” He asks you, and you nod, beginning to push your leggings down, revealing a blue and white thong. It was nothing special and it didn’t even match your bra, but you heard Brendon’s breath hitch in his throat. You sit in silence for a moment before he moves, pulling off his black joggers, leaving him in just his boxers, where you can clearly see the outline of his erection through them, and he must notice you staring, “You did that to me baby. You made me this hard.” He says, his voice low. He comes back on to the bed, hovering over you again, “you’re so pretty Y/n. So gorgeous.” He places his hand on your thigh, kissing your neck, down to the peak of your breasts. You shiver at the feeling and bite your lip softly, squirming a bit, “you okay?” He asks and you nod, “I need something. More.” You say, your cheeks red and he smirks, giving you a nod.

“As much as I love these panties on you, I’m gonna have to take them off darlin’,” He links his fingers into the side of your thong and he pulls them down, your breath speeding up with nervousness as you watch him lick his lips, “beautiful.” He mumbles, running his finger up your folds, causing you to moan out louder than you meant and you cover your mouth with your hand. “You don’t need to be quiet baby, it’s okay, let me know how good you feel.” He says, rubbing your clit softly with his thumb, your hips bucking up a bit, wanting more, “such a needy pretty baby, can you take my fingers?” You nod quickly, spreading your legs more to give him more room. “You’re so wet for me sweetheart.” He slowly pushes his pointer finger into you and you gasp at the feeling.

You let out a cry of pleasure as he adds another finger into you. He purposefully shifts so you can feel his cock against your leg and that causes you to moan again, cursing under your breath, “you’re making me so hard, Y/n. Your moans and your pussy, they’re making me so hard.” He continues to thrust his fingers into you and you moan out loudly as he hits your g-spot, “Can I use my mouth?” Your breathing is heavy and you don’t know if you can use words or not, so you nod and with that, his lips are on you, his fingers still in you.

His lips feel good and you feel like you’re going to come you think, but you don’t know because you’ve never had an orgasm before, not even on your own. You clench around his fingers and he must feel it, because he looks up at you immediately after, continuing to thrust is fingers, “I think - fuck - I think I’m going to come.” You manage to get out, swallowing hard as he thrusts his fingers in you faster. Brendon curls his fingers inside of you and with that you’re a moaning mess, your body shaking.

“You’re so pretty when you come, I want to watch that for the rest of your life.” He mumbles, licking off his fingers. You blush as you start to catch your breath and you look back down at him.

“Can I make you feel good?” You ask him.

“This is about you baby, making you feel good. I feel good already.”

“But you said you’d teach me,” You say innocently, looking down to him, biting your lip softly.

You see his eyes get darker and you swear you hear him moan, “let’s switch spots.” You rotate where you were so he’s laying on the bed and you’re on your knees, your legs on each side of Brendon’s legs, “Okay baby, first you’re going to need to take my boxers off.” You eagerly pull his boxers down and he lets out a moan as his erection is freed and you look back up at him, unsure of what to do next.

He lets out a breathy sigh and looks down at your innocent eyes, “Okay, I’ll have you start with your hands.” He shifts to grab a bottle of lube out of his nightstand and he hands it to you, “just put some onto your hand.” He instructs and you do as he tells you, moving your hand to grasp his dick. He groans as you touch him and you look up at him, raising your eyebrows, “now - damn - Okay, now just move your hand up and down,” you do as he says and look up at him. His head his tilted back, his eyes closed and his jaw clenched. He looks so beautiful and you don’t know how you got so lucky.

You move your hand up and down at a decent pace, letting your thumb slide over the tip occasionally. You don’t know how you knew how to do that, but you’d heard it somewhere, probably one of your friends.

You can tell Brendon is trying not to thrust his hips up and you bite your lip in concentration, “you’re doing great baby.” He mumbles our, groaning softly, his hair falling into his eyes as he leans back onto the bed, “you can use your mouth if you want.” Your ears perk up, and you nod, waiting for him to further instruct you. “Just do it, it’s not really something I can teach you. But I can tell you what I like, which is a lot of tongue, especially on the tip.” You move your hand and adjust your position, leaning down, licking up the side of his cock. You feel him twitch and you moan softly at the feeling.

You take him into your mouth, getting almost all of him into your mouth and he groans loudly, reaching his hand down and resting it gently in your hair, “fuck baby, how’re you so good at this?” He asks, tugging on your hair softly, you moaning in response.

Moments later he twitches in your mouth and his hips buck up into your mouth, causing you to gag around him, “sorry, you’re going to have to stop or I’m gonna come right now,” He mumbles out, moaning between words. You pull your head back, licking your lips once you’re off and you look back up at him, “god, you’re so sexy. But so innocent.” You laugh and move so you’re straddling him, and you kiss him passionately for a moment before he flips you both over so he’s back on top.

“You’re so perfect.” He grasps your breast through your bra and you gasp at the feeling, flinching a bit. Brendon pulls his hand away and looks up at you with concerned eyes, “you can take it off.” You say softly, sitting up and he unclasps the back of it with ease, letting it fall onto the bed, “you’re so beautiful, Y/n. I know you don’t see it, but you’re absolutely gorgeous. Inside and out.” Your cheeks become redder than they already were and you get off of him so you’re sitting next to him. He reaches back into the same drawer where he got the lube and grabs out a condom and you raise your eyebrows at him, “why do you have those?” You ask becoming worried for a moment.

“I bought them when we started dating, I assumed we’d need them eventually,” he shrugs, looking back to you.

Brendon slides the condom on with ease, a moan falling out of his lips as he does so. He moves again so he’s over you, one of his hands on your hip, the other tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear, “Okay, this might hurt at first, just a little bit. But I promise you it’ll feel good once you get used to the feeling. Tell me if you want me to stop.” You nod nervously and he reaches down, guiding his tip into you.

He pushes himself into you slowly, “fuck, you’re so tight.” He mumbles, kissing your neck softly. You let out a breathy sigh as he gets all the way into you, “don’t move, just - just wait a second please.” You lean your head back into the pillow, swallowing hard.

“Do you need me to pull out?” He asks softly and you shake your head quickly, “no, I’ll be okay. Just give me a minute.” You reach up and place your hand on his shoulder, squeezing it softly, “Okay, you can move.” He nods and begins to move slowly. Your breath hitched in your throat and you moan out Brendon’s name.

He begins to move a bit faster after a minute, moaning loudly, his hand running through your now messy hair, “you feel so good. I love you so much.” He gets out through moans, leaning down to kiss your lips.

“I love you.” You moan against his lips, biting onto his bottom lip softly, causing him to moan out your name in response. You clench around him, starting to get close, “fuck, I’m close again.” You mumble out and he nods, reaching down between you to rub your clit.

“M’close too,” He begins to thrust harder and you whimper out louder than you expected, reaching your hand up to tug on his hair. Your faces are so close they’re almost touching, your breath becoming heavier as you get closer.

Brendon thrusts hard into you and with that, you clench around him, coming with an incoherent string of curse words and Brendon’s name. Brendon isn’t far behind you, coming into the condom with a low groan of your name. After a moment of calming down, he pulls out of you, both of you moaning at the loss, and he falls onto the bed next to you, taking the condom off.

“That was…” you cut yourself off, trying to think of a word to describe it, “mind blowing?” You question and he leans over, kissing your lips hard.

“Fucking amazing,” he replies, running his fingers through your tangled hair and you smile, finally catching your breath. “Thank you. For waiting until I was ready, and treating me so well. I love you.” You smile at him.

Request: Could you maybe do a one shot fluff piece about it being the reader's first time and both of them deciding maybe she's not quite ready yet (even though he is SO damn pretty) so he decides to cuddle her up instead?

A/n: I don’t love this if I’m being honest. I haven’t had a lot of time lately but I wanted to get something out.

Word count: 1k

“Brendon! We can do whatever we want!” You giggle excitedly, skipping around your house that just held you and Brendon in it. It was Friday, and your parents were out of town until Sunday, so you and him had two nights to yourselves to eat all the food you want and make out wherever you want. He laughs and grabs the two 20 dollar bills off the counter, “they left us money for food.”

You make your way over to him and pull the money from his hands, setting it back on the counter, “pizza or Chinese?” You raise your brows at him and he laughs, “pizza, you know pizza is always my answer, but if you want Chinese, I’m okay with that too. No matter what, we have to work on our history project though while we eat.”

You roll your eyes and groan dramatically, “pizza it is, I’ll order it.” You call yours and Brendon’s favorite pizza place, ordering your pizza for delivery before sitting down on the couch, opening your arms, signalling Brendon to sit with you. He walks over to you and plops onto the couch next to you, pulling your body closer to his, “face me baby, I wanna kiss you.” You turn your body so you’re on his lap, facing him and he connects his lips with yours.

Your lips move in perfect sync, from the first kiss you guys shared, it was like it was meant to be, and you both agreed on that. Brendon has been your everything for the past year. You met as lab partners in chemistry and have been together basically ever sense.

Brendon was the pretty boy at school, he was experienced and talented and everyone knew who he was, and you were just you. Brendon was your first kiss, and even though you were about to graduate high school, that was all the further you’d gone.

Brendon reaches around to place his hand on the back of your neck, using his fingers to rub it gently. A soft moan escapes your lips and he pulls his lips away from yours, kissing down your neck, you know that he’s going to leave a few marks, but you’re okay with that.

He trails his lips back up to yours, connecting them once again. He parts his lips slightly and you move your tongue with his.

You continue making out on the couch for a while before a knock on the door interrupts you and you get off of his lap, walking towards the door, paying the delivery guy and taking your pizza, setting it on the coffee table in front of the both of you.

“We can save history for later, I wanna eat as fast as I can so I can get back to kissing my beautiful girl,” Brendon smirks, opening up the box. Your cheeks turn red and you look away from him with a laugh, grabbing a slice of the pizza. You both eat pretty quickly, Brendon finishing before you, as he always does. He bugs you as you finish eating, but a couple minutes after, you finish and you stand up, bringing the pizza to the kitchen, Brendon following you.

You turn around and Brendon comes closer to you so you’re pinned between him and the counter. He leans in, kissing your lips passionately, rubbing his hands up and down your body. His lips start to move down your neck and to your collarbones, a small moan leaving your lips.

You bite your lip softly and move your body to the side a bit and Brendon stops, looking up at you, “I’m sorry, am I going to far?” He asks you, genuinely concerned. You lean back against the counter and sigh softly, “no, it’s just that I wasn’t sure where this was going, and I don’t know if I’m ready? I think I am? But I just don’t know I guess.” You say, more of a question and he nods, kissing your lips softly one more time before he speaks, “baby, if you’re questioning it, I don’t think you’re ready.”

“But I want to be ready,” you say, frustration obvious in your voice, “we’ve been together for almost a year and I feel like I should be ready by now. You were ready a long time ago.” He runs his fingers through your hair gently, “I’m not pressuring you into anything and you shouldn’t pressure yourself into anything. I regret who my first time was with and I was with her for 6 months. I want you to be sure you’re comfortable with it enough, and I want you to be sure I’m the one you want to do it with.”

You let out a shaky sigh and nod. Brendon places both of his hands on your shoulders as he notices you’re trying not to cry, “it’s nothing to cry about baby. I think if you’re not sure if you’re ready, you’re not.” He says softly and you nod silently.

“I know you’re who I want to be my first. Just not yet.” You say softly and rub your eyes, looking up at Brendon. He pulls you closer to him and wraps his arms around you tightly, rubbing your back soothingly, “I’m in love with you Y/n.”

You smile against his chest and mumble, “I’m in love with you.” After a few moments, you pull away from him and look to him, waiting for his next move, “let’s go cuddle?” He suggests, raising an eyebrow and you nod, starting to walk towards your bedroom.

Once you arrive, you quickly change into more appropriate attire, some shorts and a random T-shirt you found on your floor. You climb into your bed, pulling your blankets over your body, waiting for Brendon to come in behind you. After a few seconds, you feel the shifting of the bed and the heat of Brendon’s body against yours. Your body melts into his and you sigh out contently.

His fingers trace small circles on your skin beneath your T-shirt and you shiver at the feeling. You turn your body so you’re facing him and you move yourself closer to him, resting your face in the crook of his neck.

“Get some sleep baby,” He says softly, rubbing your arm.

Oneshots  Ain’t it Fun?

Pretty. Odd.

It’ll Be Okay

Puppy Love

Why?

I Missed You

Baby (part 1) (part 2)

Secrets 

Girl That You Love

Chasing Cars 

Ready

Smut

Firsts

I (Fucking) Hate You

Request: Could you write something where the reader is one of the members of fob's little sister, and Brendon and her meet while Panic! is touring with fob and they have to be secretive cause her brother would want to kill Brendon if he found out (and he does find out at some point haha)

A/N: two things, sorry this literally took months to get up,I don’t have an excuse really, I suck. Two, I don’t know much about fob at all, I know their names and I know some music, so I’ll try my best with that part, but I don’t think it’ll matter too much. Three things I guess, I kind of changed the request a little bit, just for it to work out the best for how I can write it. Anyway, enjoy :)

Warnings: slight sexual themes, swearing

Word count: 1.8k

It was 2 in the morning and you were sat out behind the tour buses with Brendon, a blunt between his fingers that you were sharing. You’d known Brendon for a while, through your brother Pete, but it wasn’t until this tour that you two realized how much you clicked with each other. You both had gone through similar struggles in life, and shared a lot of the same interests meaning you both always had something to talk about.

Brendon passes you the blunt and you take a hit, leaning your head against the back of the bus, letting out a soft laugh, “If Pete knew we were out here together. Alone. He’d kill me. Or you.” You shrug, taking another hit from the blunt, passing it back to Brendon, and you notice him staring, “what?” You laugh and move your body so you’re facing him. He shakes his head, looking back up at you, “you’re just really pretty, that’s all.” He smiles and looks back down.

Your cheeks turn red, it’s dark out, but not dark enough where you were for it to cover the color of your cheeks, “Oh,” you smile and look away from him, “well thank you. I think you’re very handsome too.” You follow, laughing quietly and playing with the bottom of your T-shirt, shivering at the breeze. You watch as Brendon pulls of his flannel and you shake your head, “Nope, you’re going to get cold.” You laugh as he wraps it around you and the overwhelming scent of him fills your nose and you sigh happily. Brendon was sat closer to you now and you look back up at him as he takes a drag from the blunt and he turns back to you, your faces just inches apart, “Would you be mad at me if I kissed you right now?” He asks you softly and you shake your head, whispering a small “no” to him, and with that he begins to lean in to kiss you.

His lips press to yours softly and you begin to move your lips with his. He tastes faintly of peppermint chapstick you watched him apply earlier, the taste cools your lips as you further the kiss. You see his hand reaching in the corner of your eye, and he places his hand on your neck, just where it connects with your shoulder, you mimic his actions, reaching your opposite hand up and running his through his soft hair.

Unfortunately your oxygen begins to run out and you pull away, licking your lips, “I should probably go back to the bus. Incase Pete wakes up.” You mumble awkwardly, trying to avoid eye contact with Brendon, which was difficult because of how close you were still sitting with each other.

“Are you okay?” He asks as you stand up, pulling Brendon’s flannel of your arms and handing it back to him, sliding your shoes back on.

You nod and start to walk away, looking back at him, “I’m fine. Just whatever you do, don’t say anything about this to Pete. He’ll be pissed.” You say, pulling the door of the bus open, stepping in quietly and walking to your bunk, above Pete’s.

“Y/n? Where were you?” You hear Pete ask and you curse to yourself, climbing up into your bunk.

“I went for a walk, couldn’t sleep.” You say simply and pull your blanket over you, closing your eyes, ignoring Pete’s response.

—

You wake up to the sound of the bus door slamming shut and you stretch, rubbing your eyes softly.

“Patrick, is Pete here?” You hear Brendon ask, and you don’t hear a response from him, but you’re assuming he says no because you hear Brendon sit down and begin to talk.

“I kissed Y/n last night.” Brendon whispers and you shake your head, your heart beginning to race, “and I don’t think she liked it? Because she just left right away after and it was weird, but I’ve been wanting to do it for so long and I think I might’ve ruined everything and I don’t know.” Brendon finishes and you can’t quite hear Patrick’s response, but you hop down from your bunk and walk out into the main area where Patrick and Brendon were sat, pulling your sweatshirt on over your tank top, “morning.” You mumble out, walking to the Keurig to start a cup of coffee.

Brendon stands up and comes to stand closer to you, “can we talk later? Tonight after the show maybe?” He asks softly, waiting for your response.

“Yeah I guess so, we’ll just have to wait until Pete’s asleep, he wasn’t last night.” You respond and is if on queue, the door opens and Pete, Josh, Joe, Tyler and Andy come in the door with two boxes, “we got donuts!” Pete shouts excitedly, throwing them down onto the table in front of him, Brendon instinctively moving away slightly from you.

“You’re a little close to Y/n there don’t you think Brendon?” Pete says, half joking as Brendon backs away, plopping onto the chair and grabbing a donut.

—

You walk through the back halls of the venue, trying to find Brendon for what seems like hours. You finally reach the door that says “Panic!” on it and you knock softly, receiving permission to come in shortly after. You walk in and you make eye contact with Brendon, and he realized what you were saying, “Hey, can you guys leave for a few minutes?” He asks his bandmates and they all stand up, walking out of the room to God knows where.

“Zack said the busses are leaving right after the show tonight, we probably won’t be able to talk then, so I figured I guess now would have to do.” You walk over to the chair in front of the mirror, sitting next to Brendon who had just finished signing posters to give to fans, “you wanted to talk though, so go for it.”

“You gave me permission to kiss you. But now you’re acting weird about it, and just acting like it never happened, but I don’t feel the same, I didn’t want it to be just a one time thing.”

You sigh and look down at your hands that were sat in your lap, “I like you. That’s why I let you kiss me, but I don’t know if things can go any further. Pete wouldn’t like it, he’d try to stop it.”

“He doesn’t have to know.” He says simply, walking over to his suitcase and grabbing out a T-shirt to change in to. He pulls his sweatshirt off, revealing his chest and you turn your head away as he pulls the black T-shirt on.

You shake your head and scoff, “he’d find out. All of us will be together for the next two months, we rarely have a second alone.”

“It seems like you’re just reluctant for this to happen. If you don’t want to, I’ll back off, but Y/n, I like you. That’s why I kissed you, so if you want to give it a shot, I think we should.”

You stand up from your chair and walk towards the door to leave, leaning against the wall, “okay, but we can’t let Pete know, at least not yet. And no mention of any of it to anybody. I know you already told Patrick, but nobody else.”

He nods and follows you towards the door, moving so he’s close to you, leaning in to kiss your lips. He pulls away after a moment and looks at you, “you’re gorgeous, Y/n. I gotta go, sound check is soon.”

—

You let out a quiet moan against Brendon’s lips as he kissed you, backing you up against the counter in the bus. Everyone had gone out for drinks after the show, but you and Brendon came up with a stupid reason as to why you couldn’t join them.

You two had been secretly dating for about a month and a half now, and luckily Pete still wasn’t on to you guys. Yet. Patrick has slipped it to Josh and Tyler, so almost everybody knew now, but you thought you were safe.

Brendon broke his lips away from yours to pull his shirt off, as he did that you shrugged your cardigan off your shoulders and pulled your T-shirt over your head, “Brendon.” You mumbled out as he began to kiss you again, “this might be a bad idea.” You mumble, pulling away from his lips.

“Why? We’re alone, I doubt any of them will be back for a while, and Pete will be shitfaced anyway when he gets back, I think we’re okay.” Brendon said hopefully, tilting his head to place light kisses on your neck and you moan softly nodding towards him, “okay, okay.”

You bite your lip softly and he trails soft kisses down your neck and onto your collar bone, tilting your head back gently. The feeling of pleasure, though, is interrupted when the door of the bus swings open. You pull away from Brendon quickly, bringing your arms up to your chest once you realize that it’s Pete that had just walked in. You let out a soft sigh and look up at Brendon, and then move your focus back to Pete, who was just beginning to yell, “Y/n Y/m/n Wentz! What the hell are you doing with him?” Pete yells at you, and before you even have a chance to answer, he begins to yell at Brendon, “and you! I thought I could trust you not to corrupt my little sister! I told you not to try anything on her, she’s 5 years younger than you Brendon!”

“She’s also an adult who can make her own decisions! She doesn’t need her brother to make decisions for her.” Brendon snapped back and you looked up at him, nodding in agreement, “Pete I love you to death. Obviously, but I can make my own decisions. I appreciate that you care about me and that you’re protective of me, but Brendon isn’t bad for me. He’s amazing to me, he treats me so well, he makes me feel cared for and beautiful and loved, Pete. You should be happy that I have somebody who makes me feel like that.” You argue to him, hoping that he realizes that he can’t really argue that point.

“You can say whatever you want, but Y/n you’re still my baby sister. You always will be even when you’re old and married. So it worries me when you end up with somebody that I’ve seen so many different sides of,” He pauses and looks at Brendon, “I believe that he treats you well, I just don’t want you guys being together to ruin the friendship that we all have. And Brendon, you better not break her fuckin’ heart.” He snaps the last part and Brendon nods, placing his arm over your shoulder gently.

Request: If you don’t mind, can you do another smutty fic? Preferably where bren gets all of the attention and hes a moany boy. I don’t have an exact plot, just that b is getting lots of attention and he’s loud. ♥️👏😂

A/n: I’m not very proud of this, but I don’t hate it so here it is!

Word count: 800

“Brendon,” You say quietly to your sleeping husband, trying to wake him. “Baby you’ve got a photo shoot today, you have to get up.” He lets out a tired groan and and you sit back down on the bed, wrapping your arms around him.

“I made you breakfast,” You say quietly as you run your fingers through his hair. He shifts a bit, turning so he’s facing you in the bed and he pulls you close to him and you feel his erection against your leg and you smirk at him, “somebody’s excited.” You reach down and palm him gently and he lets out a small moan.

He moves his hips forward, whining, “Do we even have time?” He asks, frustration evident in his tone and You shrug, reaching up to the waistband on his boxers, “we probably have time for me to get you off, yeah.” You reach over into your drawer, grabbing the lube and putting it into your hands.

“But what about you?” He asks and you shake your head, wrapping your hand around his dick tightly and a loud moan escapes his lips. “I can get myself off when you’re at the photo shoot, and I can send you some videos too,” he moans at the thought and you smirk, leaning up so you can kiss his neck as he thrusts his hips up into your hand. “Don’t be so needy, baby boy,” You mumble, placing your free hand on his hip gently, a whimper escaping his lips.

You move your hand quicker, biting your lip softly as Brendon continues to thrust his hips up, “more, I need more.” He mumbles, reaching down to hold onto your wrist. You watch the muscles in his forearm flex and you look up at him, watching him take his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes fluttering shut. “Can - can you please use you mouth? Please?” He begs and you move down, continuing to stroke his cock with your hand, “I love hearing you beg for me baby.” You encourage him, dipping your head down.

You lick up his erection and you hear his breath stop in his throat. Once you’re to the tip you be sure to pay attention to the head, flicking your tongue over it, Brendon’s hips moving up, loud groans coming out of his lips, “fuck, your mouth.” He whimpers out, pushing his hands through his hair.

“I can’t wait for my lips to be stretched around your cock baby, your cock is so perfect,” You say quietly, looking up at him.

He lets out a soft moan and you wrap your lips around him, taking him all into your mouth, Brendon’s hips bucking up roughly into your throat, causing you to gag around him but you continue nonetheless. He’s moans are more high pitched than usual and he’s really needy compared to usual.

You move your head up and down, using your hands on his dick as well. You moan around him, causing him to whine out loudly, reaching down to tug on your hair, “I need more still - baby - I need your pussy,” he whimpers, tugging your hair gently.

You pull your lips off of him and you lick them, looking up at the clock, “we’ve only got 15 minutes and you need to get ready.” You pull your shorts and panties down, getting on top of him to straddle him. “Do you want me to ride your dick baby boy?” He moans, nodding eagerly.

You slowly sink yourself down into his erection and let out a soft moan and Brendon cries out in pleasure, intertwining his fingers with yours, “oh fuck you’re so tight.” You sink all the way down, leaning your head back in pleasure.

Brendon groans out softly, leaning his head back into the pillow, squeezing his eyes shut as you start to move, bouncing on him slowly.

“I’m so close baby, you feel so good around me, fuck I’m so close,” he whimpers, gripping your hip tightly. You move quicker and moan softly as you get closer, “come in me baby, fuck I need you to come in me.” You start to move a bit quicker and you come around him, squeezing around his dick, moaning out his name loudly.

He moans loudly, thrusting his hips up into you. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans out as you clench around him, reaching down to rub your clit softly.

“Oh fuck - fuck, I’m coming,” he moans loudly as he spills into you, your bodies becoming still.

You moan as you pull yourself off of him, biting your lip softly, “time for you to get ready.” He nods, wiping his forehead with his arm, sitting up in the bed.