Teen Brendon Urie Oneshots/Smuts

Music Is My Religion

Tumblr request - Brendon and the reader both being mormons and coming to terms with the idea of not believing in god together. Smut included.

It was late evening when my parent's dropped me off at Brendon's house, I was staying over while they went away for the weekend, they didn't trust me staying home alone since they found out about my ex, it pissed them off a lot that I had had a boyfriend in school, they wanted me to follow this whole no sex before marriage, marry your first boyfriend crap. I hadn't had sex but hey I could have fun right? We pulled up and I came bounding in with my bags, hugging Brendon's parents, I knew what room I would be sleeping in from staying there before, I quickly went and dropped my bags in the room, heading to Brendon's to see him.

"Hey!" I beamed, popping my head round his door with a smile, he smiled back, sitting up on his bed, he had his glasses on and a baddy hoodie, writing down music on a scruffy notepad. He looked so cute.

"Oh hey, you're staying this weekend? I thought it was next." He smiled, running a hand through his messy hair, I giggle, sitting on his bed with him.

"Nope, my parents are away this weekend until Monday, I'm here for 3 nights." I giggled, we hadn't seen each other in a week, which was an eternity for us, we were used to seeing each other pretty much every day even though we went to different high schools this year, he finished earlier than me so he'd come over and pick me up and we would listen to music or do school work at one of our houses. I was almost 100% sure he liked me as much as I like him but religion got in the way, he seemed so hesitant around me.

"Oh... ok, I forgot, had a lot on my mind." He looked away from me, sighing slightly, I was about to ask what was wrong when his parents disturbed us.

"You two, we're gonna watch a movie." We both stood, heading out of his room and downstairs, his parent's tried to get us to be downstairs as much as possible whenever they were in, they seemed to have a problem with us being alone together. Maybe they got the idea that two teenagers, who weren't supposed to be having sex, in the same room and alone was probably a bad idea. We padded down into the living room, Brendon grabbed a blanket from one of the chairs, inviting me to share it with him, we sat top and tailed on the couch, he nudged my legs gaining a small giggle from me. We toned down a little when we noticed a stern look from his mom, they trusted us, but we couldn't push it, whenever we even showed the slightest hint of flirting we were sharply reminded they were in the room. His parents had put on the newest James Bond movie, I don't remember the name, Brendon was transfixed as we watched it, giving me the off playful kick or touching my leg with is foot. Was he flirting, did he like me, was I just mistaking innocent things for more than they were, I began to think maybe having a boyfriend and experimenting a little had changed my thought processes. Things seemed to escalate quickly, a sex scene came on the screen, I wasn't overly bothered by it but Brendon seemed uncomfortable and fidgety while it was on screen, his cheeks a little red and flushed, eyes flitting around the room, I supressed a giggle as I watched him. The movie finished eventually, it was late by then, his parents insisted we got to bed and get some rest, we would be home alone tomorrow, I wondered wht they thought about that.

My room was freezing that night, I stirred and wriggled in bed, hugging my blanket close to me, I checked my phone, it was 1am, I just couldn't sleep, there was so much on my mind. I was desperate to find out what was wrong with Brendon. It tossed and turned for another 20 minutes before I eventually decided to get up and go to Brendon's room, it was only when I got to his bedroom door that I realised I was quite skimpily dressed but I'd already knocked so it was too late now.

"Hmm..." I heard a groan from inside the room, I opened the door, poking my head around, I could see him curled up in bed, the covers wrapped up around his face.