Brendon Urie: Imagines and ficlets

One of the Girls (aka Blossom 2, part of the Slow Unraveling series)

finally i'm posting more of this series :) i don't think intercourse=piv=intercourse, but any intimate sex is intercourse but figured it be a realistic way they'd talk about things.

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You're flicking through a magazine, debating aloud to yourself jokingly whether Jake Gyllenhaal or Colin Farrell is better looking. B stops putting fruit and kale in the blender to pipe in with a sassy, "Girl, please, everyone knows Ryan Gosling is hotter than either of them."

"Boy, please. Darker features are better. Besides, I know that my boy is better looking than Ryan Gosling."

He looks campily scandalized. "Who is this boy? What happened to me?"

You laugh. "You, silly monkey." You wink.

He makes a goofy monkey face with his cheeks puffed out and pulling his ears. "Didn't know you were into monkeys..."

You roll your eyes, but join in, crossing your eyes too. "I'm into you. And Jake, and Colin."

"Well, guess that means I don't have to turn down Ryan..."

"As long as I get to watch, B, you can make out with him all you want."

"Oh, yeah, what about Jessica Alba?"

"Sure; if I'm making out with Colin AND Jake."

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Smoking pot in your basement, he starts humming, then singing, "She's Always a Woman to Me" but gets blushy as he realizes. You just smooch those flushed cheeks, all over his face, neck, asking him to keep singing it as you grind on his thigh, suck on his neck, hand trailing over his breasts, stomach, moving under his shirt, stroking his tummy. Undoing his pants, kissing him, tongues playing, stroking that silken firm heat, unsure whether you want to keep using your hand, add your mouth, grinding on his shin or foot, switch to your pussy, even between your buttcheeks...

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You carry B piggyback for a bit (you're not strong enough to do it for too long bit you do manage to carry your tiny boy) as he sing-whispers in your ear about how much he likes you and wants to give you kisses. "My babe & me sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g." You joke-threaten to drop him if he starts singing about marriage and babies so he giggles, changes it to "first comes friendship, then comes sexiness, then comes Brendon's lips nomming your neck." He does as you laugh. You have to set him down on the couch after that, you in front of him, letting him continue... Fuck.

"My turn!" you tease, getting up for him to piggyback you. You quickly lick his neck, graze your teeth over that sensitive skin... And then sing in the style of SpongeBob. "Who lives in a guitar, no drum, under the desert? Bren-don Ur-ie! Pretty and sweet and funny...uh...what rhymes with desert? Dessert?"

"Dessert?" he chuckles.

"Yeah, cuz everyone should eat you up. You're so sweet, om nom nom," you say as you play bite his neck, then suck the freshly sweaty skin between your teeth. You like feeling him between your thighs, against your chest, even when it's just a piggyback. The little jolts from his walking even feel nice.

"You my boy, B?" you ask, nosing over his neck. He squeezes your thighs, and you squeeze them against him tighter, managing to rock against the small of his back, ass.

"Course I'm your boy. You my girl?"

You nod as you rest your lips on his neck, soft skin on even softer skin. "Yeah, B," you sigh.

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Coming down from your, shit, eighth orgasm, panting, sweaty, so soaked it's between your ass cheeks, thighs, on the sheets, not to mention all over him, just cuddling, smooching, too sore to grind on the thigh he's got between yours, you think you've long lost your virginity with him. Lost some of it to Jax too.