Brendon Urie Imagines [SLOW UPDATES]

The Concert

(ok judge me all you want but brendon urie has a public sex kink and i have proof ok bye)

Concerts are so much fun, and you always miss them afterwards.

Especially when you find Brendon Urie in the pit and end up making out in the bathroom.

Ok, I know that sounds crazy, but just hear me out. I was near the back of the pit, waiting for the opening bands for Weezer to start. I was alone, but I liked it that way. I was taking a picture of the seats behind us when I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. I didn't think anything of it until I looked at the picture. The one and only Brendon Urie was in the background, doing bunny ears. I chuckled for a bit, then froze. Brendon fucking Urie was right behind me. I slowly turned around, grinning. Just as I had expected, there he was.

"Ew delete that, I look ugly." I laughed as he tried to grab my phone.

"No you don't. Look at me!" I gestured to my slightly smudged black lipstick and my uneven eyeliner.

"I think you look great, really." I smiled and we started talking. Somehow, we got on the subject of our first concerts. I told him about my experience first.

"It was a Christian concert, and I went with my girlfriend. But afterwards we broke up and I was kinda bummed." Brendon laughed heartily.

"A Christian concert with your girlfriend, that is so funny. Mine was for a band called Curl Up And Die, and I had my first three-way kiss there." My jaw dropped.

"Your first? Have you had any other public experiences?" The way he looked down at me sent chills down my spine.

"Actually, no. But I would love to." He winked at me and I did some sort of unidentifiable whine-noise-thing. He laughed again, and we kept talking. He gave me advice on blowjobs, and I gave him advice on how to eat a girl out. Surprisingly, it wasn't awkward. I felt surprisingly natural around him. When the first opener came out, they played four upbeat, pop-ish songs. But for the last song on their set, they played a slow dance song. The lead singer got close to the mic.

"While we play this last song, I wanna see a lot of love, alright?" He then started singing, low and breathy. Brendon outstretched his hand.

"May I have this dance?" He asked, eyebrow cocked. I smiled and nodded. He rested his hands on my waste and I wrapped mine around his neck as we swayed to the beat. There was only a brief moment of eye contact before our lips connected. The kiss became more heated as I grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer and he grabbed my ass with both hands.

be careful kids, there's some sinful smut up ahead

He turned me around to that his chest was up against my back, still swaying. I felt a hand on my stomach, then at the waistband of my pants. I nodded my consent as he slid his hand down my pants, and under the thin fabric of my panties. He slowly started rubbing my clit, and I leaned back into him, moaning quietly. He pulled me closer as he began to finger me, and I could feel his erection. He then whispered, more growled in my ear, his plump lips and hot breath making me shiver.

"Bathroom. Follow me." As suddenly as I had felt his touch, it was gone. I turned around and followed him into the family rest room, making sure nobody saw us and locking the door. He pinned me up against the wall, our lips crashing together again. He lifted my legs up off of the floor and grabbed my hips. He roughly ground into me, moaning lowly. I bit my lip, holding tightly to his neck and wrapping my legs around his waist. He then set me down on my knees and unbuttoned his pants. His painfully hard cock immediately bounced up, so I knew he went commando today. I slowly licked from the base to the tip, looking him in the eyes. His earlier advice came to mind. I pumped with my hand, licking and sucking the head and shaft. He moaned loudly, but then angled his hips away from me. He nodded to my shorts.

"Off," he commanded. I slid off my shorts and panties as he laid me down on the floor. He started slowly fingering me again, curling his fingers every so often. Then, instead of his fingers, he began to eat me out. Sucking on my clit, licking between my lips. I squirmed and whined, but it wasn't enough. I grabbed his hair and yanked his head up, forcing him to look me in the eyes. He seemed know what I wanted because with no warning at all, he thrust strong and fast into me. I moaned loudly, and he started moving again. He leaned down and started whispering things and moaning into my ear. When he started thrusting harder, I left bite marks and hickeys all on his neck and jaw. I dug my nails into his shirt with one hand, the other pulling his hair as I came close to my climax. I wrapped my legs around his waist and moaned his name as my climax reduced me to a shaking mess on the floor.

"O-oh, Brendon..." He moaned and cursed as he pulled out, jacking himself to his climax. He grabbed a paper towel and wiped off his hand just before attacking me with his lips again. We must have been in there for at least 5 more minutes before we broke apart for good.

ok the smut is over kiddos

When I opened my eyes, I couldn't help but laugh. My black lipstick was all over the bottom half of his face, and some on his neck. I guided him over to the mirror while I put my pants back on as he started laughing. When I joined him at the mirror, I started laughing just as hard, if not harder. My face looked almost identical to his, covered in lipstick. We wiped our faces off, but it never really washed off all the way.

"Oh shit...I just realized that this is a lip stain. This won't be fully off of your face for about 12 hours." I gave him an apologetic smile and he just shrugged.

By the time we actually left the bathroom, we had lost track of time, but we knew that Weezer was going on stage an 9:15. I checked my phone and grabbed Brendon. We ran back to the pit only seconds before they started. We had an amazing time, and ended up exchanging numbers at the end.

And the rest is history.

this one has always been kind of eh so...