Brendon Urie: Imagines and ficlets

Takes a dirty girl to know a dirty boy

Initially I came up with this idea on someone's tumblr: Brendon saying to you as he strokes your hips, playing with the lace on your panties, stroking your mound through the cotton, "Gonna sit on my face, darlin'?" That is all. (Well, I can certainly elaborate, but really, that in itself, damn son.) Brendon aims to please ;)

She wanted it elaborated, and it became this.

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Brendon and you run home, getting soaked in the rain, so you just peel your clothes off with little preamble in the hallway, leaving you both in your undies. You look over at him, it suddenly hitting you how good he looks; damn, he's got to be the most gorgeous boy you've ever seen. Subconsciously, he bites his lip, looking at you, and your breath catches, turned on already. You don't want to help it: you kiss him for all you're worth, wrapping him in a big hug, making you both moan, wanting him even more. His hands stroke down your back, briefly squeezing your ass. "Sorry, y/n."

You grin. "Don't be, B."

His hands find your hips, his lips your neck, sucking gently. "Fuck, y/n, I want..."

"What do you want, baby?"

His fingertips brush over the trim of your panties. "To make you feel good. Wanna make you feel so good." Your fingers find his hair, stroking his scalp, pulling his lips to yours as you nudge his crotch with yours, breathing deep. He gasps in your mouth, grasping your hips, pulling you tighter to him.

"Want to make you feel good too." You're moving against him now, wishing there was nothing between you, hands finding the elastic of his briefs.

He shakes his head, hiding against your neck. "This is about you. Not that I don't like it, a lot, but..." He pulls away, and you start to tell him not to, but his hands splay over your pelvis, palms on your mound, and he breathes a couple times, lips brushing over your shoulder before he presses, softly. You push against him, back and forth, and he kisses you, backing you against the wall slowly, hands still on your crotch. You eagerly go. One hand leaves, coming back quickly to run knuckles along were you cleave apart, through the cotton, two fingertips on his other hand going to the top of your closed centre, indirectly rubbing over your cushioned clit. You wonder if any of your slick is on your underwear, if he can tell the difference between it and the rain water.

You grab him by the ass with one hand, other going to his neck, pulling him into a kiss, tongue gaining entrance into his mouth, wanting. So. Fucking. Bad. Your tongues play together. Fuck, he's so good, at everything. "You're such a tease, B. Feel so good it hurts."

"Oh, babe," his whispers against your mouth, still stroking you. "Time for these to come off?" As if he had to ask! Your hands rush to your panties, pulling them down yourself, as he laughs, managing to slip his tongue back in your mouth as he grips your now bare ass one handed, leaving his other hand free to slip between your lips. "Fuck, y/n. So juicy. This for me?" he whispers, fingers leaving to quickly slip into his mouth, sucking, and fucking moaning as he did, looking at you through thick lashes.

You lick your lips, what he's been hinting at undeniable. "Honey, you want to--I want you to. Need it."

His fingers pop out of his mouth, moving back between your legs, sliding back to your opening, looking you in the eyes as you nod, and he slowly pushes two fingers in. Your head falls back against the wall as his fingers curl, fingertips dragging along your front wall until he's no longer inside. He slides back in, fingers circling over your walls this time, gathering more slick, going back out to the mouth of your vagina, back in, this time to your cervix, curling again as he pulls back out. You want to ride his damn fingers, get his mouth on you, both, something. His fingers leave, and you involuntarily clench, trying to hold him in, and you look at him, fingers slipping back into that sinful mouth of his. "Such a fucking tease, Brendon," you admonish softly, own hand sliding down your belly to your lips, rubbing over your clit as both your breath quickens, and you moan again.

He backs away from the wall, gaze still locked upon you as his hands move to his briefs, wrangling the damn things off, wrapping his hand around himself, stroking as he walks backwards.

He turns around, fucking wiggles that applebottom of his at you, making you laugh, and you catch up, gently slapping his ass. "Brendon, that ass..." You give him a squeeze, then another swat, kissing his neck. "Should ride it into next week." You don't stifle the giggle you make, and he doesn't either. He presses his rear against your crotch, and you push back, swaying. He covers the hand that had ran around his belly with his own, other hand sliding over your ass to pull you even closer. He turns his smiling face to you and you go on tip toe to meet his lips.

"Gotta catch me first," he breathes, breaking away, literally "mwah haha"ing as he practically runs to the living room as you call out "dork!" You follow, slower, still making circles over your clit, doing the same to a nipple, as he spreads himself out on the couch, fingers going to the base of his dick, squeezing hard as the other grips his thigh. "Goddamn, fuck, I'm going to come, like now, if you don't stop touching yourself."

That only gets you closer. "You, you can come first, especially if your mouth will still work." You get near enough to him to put your foot next to his thigh, opening yourself to him partially as you rub faster, other hand sliding down to your mound, pulling it up to show some more, and intensify the sensations.

"You know it will, baby girl," he gasps, laughing. He starts stroking himself again, light and slow. "Question is, who's gonna come from touching themselves first? And are you gonna sit on my face after, darlin'? Fuck, want you to sit on my face."

You think about taking him up on that, eyes closing to picture yourself kneeling over his face, swaying as he licks into you and sucks you, his hands playing with your tits. It hits you, legs trembling, almost collapsing, "oh fucking" through it, head pounding, bursting inside out, sliding a finger inside to feel the contractions. Then he's coming, now jerking fast and tight, spurting over his belly, even chest, before you're even done coming yourself. You quickly work on another, middle finger still inside, other fingers splayed along your labia as your other hand strokes your clit with two fingers.

He gazes at you with hooded lashes, idly stroking his chest and belly, running through his own jizz, wrapping around his softening length, loosely stroking as his other hand runs over his balls, his perineum, spreading his legs more. "Gonna come again, sweetheart? Come on, wanna see you. Fuck, you gonna touch yourself even more when you're spread out over my face, gonna let me lick you while you do it?"

"Motherfucker," you cry out in the middle of his litany, sliding down in front of him on the floor, lifting your legs over his, spreading yourself, his eyes following. "You play dirty, don't you, boy?"

"Can I slide my tongue in and out of you while you stroke your clit? Suck your clit while you play with your--" And you're coming again before he even gets to finish the amazing filth coming out of his mouth, his hands running over your shaking calves. He grins as you struggle to catch your breath. "Takes a dirty girl to know a dirty boy, y/n."