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Kitten 5
AU with VLV!B. Fluff and smut. An installment in my Kitten series, which can be found on my Masterlist. Thanks and appreciation to @dirty-urie as always.
Reader x Brendon x Sarah.
Warnings: So...weâve (@beautiful-tragic-fallout) created a points system for smut.
0.25 for handjob
0.25 for fingering
0.5 for blowing him
0.5 for going down on her
0.75-1.0 for sex, vanilla
1.5-2.0 for sex, advanced positions
3.0 for bondage, spanking, other kinks (threesome/toy-incorporated sex), or public sex.
This chapter has a score of 7, along with dirty talk, general language, kitten!kink, toys, and âdirtyâ praise.
Word count: 8.1k
-//- Morning after K4-\\-
âI can feel your dick,â you mumble as you wake, sliding a hand down Brendonâs bare thigh and wrapping it around his cock thatâs pressing into your hip. He groans a little, rocking up into your grasp. âYou fucked me so good last night and came so much; how are you hard again?â
He snorts at your question and gestures on either side of him, to you and Sarah. âLook at my life. Look at my girls. Kitten, I am always hard when you two are around.â
Sarah sits up and stretches a little, and you and Brendon both catch your breath as the sheets pool at her waist. His cock throbs in your grip, and you know you donât have the energy to get fucked the way he needs to fuck right now.
You curl closer into his side, stroking him slowly now. âB,â you murmur, loosening your hold on his cock. âBaby, Iâm so sleepy.â
âRest, Kitten,â Brendon manages, cupping your face in one hand, and you can see the pure desire in his eyes. âIâm craving Sarah right now. Need my sweet girl. Need her so badly.â You have so much you want to say, but fatigue takes over. Instead, you turn a little and kiss his palm as a way of giving him your blessing, and he beams down at you.
âThen take me,â Sarah says softly from his other side, and you smile to yourself, snuggling back down into the pillows and tugging the blankets higher as you watch. You really are sleepy, and now theyâve got some time together. You love watching them.
Brendon brings Sarahâs mouth down to his, and the embrace is deep and needy. You whine a little as their tongues tease each other, but theyâre so lost in the kiss that they donât hear you.
With one hand in her hair and the other on her bare hip, Brendon flips Sarah so heâs hovering above her. âIs this okay?â He asks her in a soft, low voice, and she nods, biting her lip and reaching for him. âHang on, sweetness. I needâŚâ Brendon climbs off the bed and you realize heâs grabbing a condom from Sarahâs overnight bag.
Before you know it, heâs back over her, condom rolled into place, and sheâs got a hand wrapped at the base of his cock. Legs spread, she guides him exactly where she needs, and Brendon buries his face in her neck as he sinks into her. They share a guttural groan once heâs filled her completely, and you know from how heâs breathing that heâs going to take her hard.
âFuck, B, thatâs so fucking good,â Sarah whimpers, arching up into his urgent thrusts and clinging to his back. He mumbles something that you canât quite hear, but Sarah must understand, because she laughs breathlessly, nodding and tugging at his hair. âI didnât realize how badly I needed your cock until you said something,â she tells him, and he swears under his breath, dipping down to kiss her again.
âI knew I needed this perfect pussy as soon as I woke up.â
You think you probably should be jealous, hearing him talk like that to her. But youâre not, and after all, heâs not wrong. She is perfect. A thrill goes through you, and youâre exhausted but giddy. Youâre fighting a yawn, but something tells you that they need this moment alone. You close your eyes, allowing the sleep to come if it wants.
Brendon catches one of her legs in the crook of his arm, pushing it back and spreading Sarah wider for him. Sheâs scratching at his back, at the sheets, and even as sleep creeps in, the slick sound of his cock filling her makes your stomach tighten. You love that they get each other this hot.
âPlease,â Sarah begs, her voice high and tense, and while youâre not sure what she needs, youâre confident that Brendon knows and will give it to her. He must, because sheâs gasping and squirming, letting out a stream of gratitude and filth. âFuck, just like that, B, play with my nipples suck them lick them oh fuck itâs so good baby your mouth is so good â shit youâre gonna make me come if you keep sucking like that oh god Bren â please!â
âYou say that,â Brendon pants, âlike itâs a warning. Like I donât want you to come.â His mouth is back on her, her neck now, and you can hear the insistent sound his mouth makes as he works at marking her up. âI want you to come all over my cock. Need to feel this gorgeous cunt squeeze my dick as you let go. I know you can, honey. Give me all that sweetness, come on my cock.â
âClit,â Sarah whimpers, and Brendon soothes her immediately, thumb rubbing messily between her thighs. âOh shit thatâs so good yes yes yes!â Sarah is chanting, her voice reaching new desperation. âB, Iâm gonna â youâre going to make me ââ
âWant it,â he insists, and she cries out as he picks up the pace, filling her and biting at her neck. âWant to wreck this bed with you, want your screams to let everyone know who fucks you best. Need you to come for your man.â
âClose,â she hisses, fingers digging into the mattress as she bucks her hips up to take him deeper. She wraps her other leg around his waist, groaning when he lifts her leg higher. âIâm right there,â she promises.
âCome for me, pretty girl,â Brendon murmurs, sliding in deep and lifting her hips at the same time, making her squeal that heâs hitting the perfect spot thatâs just what she needs â âyes, honey, yes!â Brendon groans as Sarah shrieks and thrashes under him. âSo goddamn good for me, my girl comes so hard, thatâs it, baby, yes, squeeze my cock with that perfect cunt and come all over me. Fuck, youâre gonna make me come!â
âNeed you to come,â Sarah whispers, her nails dragging down his back, and Brendon gasps, thrusting in hard and freezing over her. She clings to him, praising him and scratching at his back and arms. Brendon presses his face into her neck, shuddering as his climax rocks through them both.
âYou know,â Sarah murmurs, stroking Brendonâs sweat-dampened hair back from his forehead. âWeâve been together for like, four years now. I wouldnât mind ifâŚif you wanted to skip a condom in the future.â
Brendon freezes and looks at her, his eyes dark and focused on her face. âSarah, honeyâŚKitten and I agreed that Iâd never come in anyone else. That hasnât changed.â
âOh!â Sarah exclaims, blushing a little. âNo. I didnât mean â I donât wantâŚB, I donât like cum,â she says with an awkward laugh. âThat whole no swallowing thing, remember? Itâs not personal. Just in general, I donât like it. I donât mind when you come on me,â she stresses. âBecause I can clean up pretty easily. And usually Kitten takes care of the cleanup for me.â They both laugh softly, and Brendon traces her cheek, still watching her carefully.
âYeah, she does, our good girl. Kitten does love my cumâŚSo even if we didnât use anything, I wouldnât come in you?â Heâs thoughtful, running the scenario through his mind.
âDefinitely not,â she says, shaking her head vigorously. âYouâd still need to pull out. But if you wanted to skip the condom, Iâd be okay with that. I want to feel you. All of you.â
âFuck, that sounds so good,â Brendon mumbles, kissing her needily. âGetting to feel my baby directly on my cock, nothing between usâŚreally show you that you're mine.â
âYours,â Sarah agrees, tangling her hands in his hair and arching into his kiss. âYours.â
-||-
âWas it good?â Youâre on your back with your knees bent, clutching at Brendonâs head and grinding back against his eager mouth. He goes to answer and you whine, tugging at his hair. âDonât stop!â
Brendon laughs a little, and while the sensation is amazing against your clit, you donât appreciate his laughter. He looks up and sees this on your face, and he laughs harder, resting his head on your stomach. âBaby, it's like being at the dentist and they start asking me questions while theyâve got their hands in my mouth. Except this is way more fun because itâs your wet cunt, not sharp tools. Anyway, my point is, I canât carry on a conversation with pussy in my mouth.â
He grins at you, and you have to laugh too at the comparison. âSorry, B. Youâre right.â He shrugs your apology off, nuzzling your slick inner thigh affectionately.
âI know I am, Kitten,â he teases. âSo do you want to continue peppering me with questions while I eat you out, knowing Iâll have to take my mouth off of you to answer, or do you want to pause the talking til youâve tapped out?â
You think about it for a moment, playing with his hair and sigh deeply, before guiding his head back so you can rub against his mouth. âI guess I donât mind the tease. Carry on.â He settles back down against the mattress, both hands wrapped around your thighs. âSoâŚwas it good?â
Brendon looks up at you as his tongue traces over you, and nods just enough that it sends sparks through your core. âIt was good,â he says, moving one hand so he can slide two fingers into you. âIt was really good.â
âGood,â you pant, wriggling to get his fingers deeper. âYou both sounded so hot. I watched at first but once you grabbed the condom, I didnât. I wanted to give you some privacy...â You laugh a little, biting your lip at the memory of hearing Brendon come from fucking Sarah. âDid it feel different?â
âDifferent thanâŚ?â He props himself up between your legs and gives you a curious look, one eyebrow raised.
âDifferent than when you fuck her when Iâm conscious. Oh, wait, that sounds bad.â He grins when you pause, processing your thoughts. âFuck it; you know what I mean. Participating.â
Brendon thinks about it for a moment, fingers still spreading and thrusting into you. As he ponders, he dips his head back down to suck at your clit, and you squeal, tugging his hair and moving back against his face. When heâs ready to torment you again, he wrenches his mouth off of you, breathing hard.
âYeah, actually. Not in a bad way. Knowing it was just usâŚshe felt more likeâŚmine.â You canât fight the broad smile that takes over your face, and Brendon notices, grinning faintly. âWe talked last night,â he admits after a moment. âYou were asleep and we talked about how sheâs felt, being part of us, and our feelings for each other.â
âOh?â
Brendon rubs his tongue against you, back and forth against your clit. You love when he does this; you live for those soft sighs that slip out from his mouth as he tastes you and teases you. âKitten,â he says, meeting your eyes. âKitten, I told her I loved her. I said I knew she was ours and yours, but sheâs also mine.â His fingers curve and rub, and you shriek as he coaxes your orgasm from you.
Itâs rough and hot and wet, and youâre bucking into his urgent thrusts. You can feel that youâve soaked the bedsheets, and Brendon groans in satisfaction as he buries his face in you.
âGood,â you choke out, your hands tangled in his hair with a death grip so you can ride out the pleasure against his mouth. âShe is yours. And sheâs mine and sheâs ours, but sheâs yours too. And I love her, soâŚoh fuck, B, thatâs it, lick it baby, fuck thatâs so good Iâm gonna â again, Bren, Iâm gonna come again â so I want you to love her too. You meant it?â
âI meant it. Kitten, I love her,â Brendon gasps before his tongue flicks against you, and his admission pushes you over the edge. Youâre falling apart, every inch of your body electric and humming and centering around your clit as you explode.
Brendon is slumped over you, mouth still shining when the shower turns off. âKitten, thereâs something I need to talk to you about. Itâs not bad, I promise, so donât worry or stress. But now just isnât the right time.â You nod, accepting this, and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. âSoon, though,â he promises as Sarah emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of steam. Youâre both distracted; sheâs totally naked.
You reach for her; she obliges and crosses the hotel room to hop onto the bed. Her skin is damp and sheâs flushed from the hot water, and you canât help but tug her down for kisses. She curls around you, indulging in soft, lazy kisses.
Brendonâs caught his breath and is sprawled next to you, watching the two of you caress and embrace each other. âI love you both so much,â he murmurs, playing with a strand of Sarahâs wet hair before stroking his hand over your cheek. âFuck, my girls make me so happy.â
-||-
âIâm gonna miss you so much,â you moan, clinging to Brendon later that afternoon when heâs dressed and getting his bag repacked. âSarah, do we have to go?â
âWe have to leave this hotel room; I only booked one night and weâre lucky B was able to get us a late checkout,â she teases sleepily from the bed. âAnd we probably should get home. There are small furry creatures who depend on you.â
You whine, and Brendon kisses you as he lifts you up. You tangle yourself around him, and he deepens the kiss. As you moan into his mouth, he deposits you on the bed and crawls up over you. Before he kisses you again, he pulls back, breathing hard. âLoves, Iâve got two more shows on this leg of the tour, and then Iâm home. Iâll be home by this weekend. Iâll be home with my best girls by this weekend.â
âWe can make it til this weekend, canât we, Kitten?â Sarah murmurs, petting your hair as you sigh dramatically. âWe can make it til this weekend,â she tells Brendon with a laugh. He grins and leans in to kiss her, and itâs sweet and soft but just as intimate as his embrace with you.
âGood girls. My best girls,â he tells you again, and you nod eagerly. âAnd once Iâm home, weâre going to spend the next four days in bed, making up for lost time.â
âWait, can it be the next three days?â Brendon looks a little surprised that youâre asking for a reduction in time, and you tug at his hair affectionately. âI have my first book club meeting Tuesday night.â
âMmm, thatâs rightâŚâ Brendon muses, nibbling down your neck and nuzzling each mark heâs leaving. âYouâre not hosting, are you?â You shake your head breathlessly, and he grins. âGood. Sounds like itâll just be me and Sarah for the night then.â
âOh, thatâs perfect,â you enthuse, sitting up suddenly and beaming at them both. Sarah is confused, and you take her hands in both of yours. âYou know I love you, right, baby?â She nods, unsure of where youâre going with this, and you continue. âI want you and Brendon to have time and space for your relationship to grow too. So this is great. Once a week, Iâll be out of the house and you two can do whatever you want.â
âI feel like youâre setting us up on a playdate,â Sarah quips, and Brendon laughs as you cross your arms.
âNo, I just meanâŚâ
âItâs okay, Kitten. I know what you mean. Thank you.â Sarah smiles at you sweetly and kisses you before reaching for Brendon. He moves toward her without hesitation, and you know youâre grinning like an idiot, but you just love watching them together. âItâll be nice,â Sarah murmurs, and Brendon agrees, caressing her side.
-//- Tuesday -\\-
âKitten, before you head out.â Brendon catches your hand and tugs you back into your room. You fall easily into his chest, wrapping your arms around him and smiling up at him.
âYes, B?â
âDid you think about the condom thing that we talked about the other night? With me and Sarah I mean.â Heâs playing with your hair, and you feel a rush of heat between your thighs as you remember them curled around you, whispering their request with broken thoughts and interrupting each other. You remember the anxious look on both of their faces and the long, tender kiss Brendon gave you as you promised to think about it.
âI donât mean to spring this on you if you havenât fully thought it through. Itâs just thatâŚwell, weâre going to be alone tonight.â
âNo, I know. Iâve thought about it, B. Youâre still not coming in her, but thatâs because we agreed and because she doesnât want it, right? SoâŚyeah, I donât mind.â You press a soft kiss to his lips, moaning a little when his hands curve over your hips. He pulls you flush against him, letting you feel his growing erection. âOhâŚgod, you feel so good. Yes, you can fuck her without a condom.â
âYouâre sure?â
âIâm sure,â you tell him, nipping at his earlobe affectionately and rocking your hips forward into his, relishing the feeling of him pressing into you through his sweatpants and your dress. âFuck our girl good, let her feel that incredible cock deep inside her. Want her to feel you the way I do, velvety soft skin over throbbing hardness. Fuck, itâs just the best. Canât believe weâve made her wait four years for this. Your cock isâŚoh god, B, I love you and I love your cock. Letâs share it with her.â Youâre panting against his neck, and his hands have slipped under your dress, pushing it up your thighs.
âLove how much you love it, Kitten,â Brendon groans, and once heâs got your dress over your hips, he teases the waistband of your panties with two fingers. âI know you just said we should share, but��do you want it before you have to leave? Do you have time?â
âYes,â you whimper, shoving a hand down between your bodies and tugging his erection free from his pants. âBut like this.â You meet his eyes as you step back and sink down to your knees. âWant your cock like this,â you tell him, before dipping your head forward and swallowing him down.
âFuck,â Brendon hisses, letting his head fall back against the wall. âYour mouth, babyâŚâ
You moan in agreement, bobbing faster and gripping the back of his thighs to keep him in your mouth. Heâs breathing hard and rocking forward, and you hum happily around him. âGoddamn, thatâs so good,â he grunts, one hand clutching your head and the other tugging at his own hair. You tighten your mouth around his length before pulling back to stare up at him.
âDonât forget,â you manage through ragged breaths. âDonât forget who worships your cock and swallows every drop for you, who spreads her legs and gets you to fill her up with cum. Go fuck our girl, make it so good for her, rock her fucking world, make her scream and come hard, B, but donât forget who gets your cock and cum.â
âKitten,â Brendon groans, thrusting into your mouth again. âSweetheart, youâre such a good girl for me. Wonât ever forget. Sweet girl, oh fuck, Kitten, youâre gonna make me come, baby, rolling your tongue like that, Iâm gonna come, fuck Iâm right there â you want it? God I know you do, youâre so fucking good for me â shit shit shit, oh fuck yes, swallow for me, yesâŚholy shit, baby,â Brendon gasps, hips twitching as you swallow eagerly around him. âOh my god, youâre so fucking hot,â he murmurs in your ear as you stand up and lick your lips. âMy Kitten is so goddamn sexy, sucks my cock so goodâŚâ
âAnd don't you forget it,â you tease, hugging him tightly. âI love you, Brendon.â
âI love you, Kitten. Go have fun talking about books.â
âOh, I will. Go fuck our girl right.â
-||-
âAnd what,â Brendon murmurs, making Sarah jump as he walks into the kitchen after youâve left, âdo you think youâre doing?â
âJesus, B,â she gasps, pressing a hand to her chest as she leans back against the counter. âYou scared the shit out of me.â
âMmmm,â Brendon concedes as he crosses the kitchen, resting his hands on the counter on either side of her hips. âIâm sorry, sweetness. Didnât mean to spook you.â He grins a little and Sarah blushes, looking down at the space between their bodies. âBut you didnât answer my question. What are you doing?â He gestures at the steaks on the prep board behind her.
âOh! I was just going to season them for you.â
âYou donât have to do that,â Brendon says softly, taking a step and closing some of the space between them. Her breath catches in her throat. âI appreciate your help, but Iâm taking care of everything tonight,â he reminds her, and Sarah nods, suddenly aware of his dark jeans and button-down shirt and her shorts and fitted tank top.
âYou changed out of lazy clothes. Should I go change?â She gestures between them, biting her lip. âYou look fancier than me.â She fiddles with the shoulder of her tank top.
He gives a disinterested shrug, fully focused on the exposed skin of her neck and collarbone. âIf you want to change, you can. But you donât have to,â he says, dipping his head down to trace the line of her neck with his nose and breathing her in. âYou smell so fucking good,â he tells her, taking another step until thereâs barely any space between them.
âKittenâŚgot us a new body wash,â Sarah whispers, letting her head roll back so Brendon can bury his face in her neck the way they both love. He does, kissing and suckling, breathing hard when he finally pulls back to admire his work.
âI love it,â he murmurs, moving his hands from the counter to her waist and one up to cup her face. âLike I said, you can change if you want to. But I think you look perfect.â He runs a thumb over her cheekbone, and she tilts her face up, sighing blissfully into the gentle kiss he presses to her lips. âAbsolutely perfect,â Brendon repeats, pulling back to stare at her.
âSpeaking of perfect,â Sarah whispers, tracing Brendonâs jaw with two fingers, âthose chocolate mousse cups in the fridge look incredible. But, B, you donât like chocolate.â
âNo,â Brendon agrees, thumb still moving gently from her temple to the corner of her mouth, transfixed by the way her lips move. âI donât.â
âBut ââ
âI have something else in mind for my dessert,â he murmurs, the hand on her waist drifting down between her thighs briefly as his thumb brushes across her lips, and Sarahâs eyes widen. âThat is, if my dessert is amenable to being on the menu.â
âI thinkâŚyour dessert is very amenable to being on the menu,â she says softly, and Brendon groans a little, stepping closer. Sarah stares up at him; the love and desire in his eyes is everything sheâs ever wanted, and heâs here in front of her, wanting her too.
âWe could skip dinner,â Brendon offers, tracing a finger down her arm and trying to look casual. âIf youâre not too hungry. Iâm starving, but those,â and he gestures toward the steaks, âwonât satisfy me. I need more.â He takes another step closer, and now Sarah can feel how hard he is. Heâs pressed fully against her, and her head is spinning. She grabs for his shoulders, and he grips her waist. Sheâs so wet she can feel it on her thighs. His hands move from her waist to her face and hair. âNeed you, Sarah,â he says softly.
âFuck,â Sarah says in a hoarse whisper before they lunge for each other.
âFuck,â Brendon agrees desperately, lifting her up onto the countertop and standing between her legs. The embrace is rough and needy, and their hands tangle together as they both try to get Sarahâs shirt off.
It falls to the floor and Brendon groans, lifting and scooping her breasts with both hands, ducking his head down to suck one nipple and then the other into his mouth. Sarah gasps and tangles her legs around his waist, leaning back, but Brendon stops her.
âCounter isnât wide enough; your head wonât be supported,â he gasps, gathering her in his arms and, with one hand under her thighs and the other buried in her hair, he lifts her from the kitchen counter. His eyes scan the kitchen but, failing to find a suitable surface, ends up pushing her up against the wall.
Sarah whines into his mouth, tugging at his belt and rubbing against him urgently. âBrendon,â she pleads, and he nods, pinning her to the wall with his hips so he can get the belt off and give her better access to his cock straining against the denim.
âI know, baby,â he murmurs, rubbing back against her. âFuck, I know; give me a second.â Theyâre silent for a moment; thereâs only Sarahâs shallow breaths and Brendonâs muttered curses as he fumbles with his jeans. âGood enough,â he grunts once heâs gotten them unzipped enough for his cock to press forward through his boxers. Sarah whimpers, bearing down on him and grinding, panting and kissing down his neck, âNeed to get my mouth on those perfect tits,â he groans, lifting her slightly higher and sucking a nipple into his mouth.
âB, I was â your cock,â Sarah moans, rocking her hips forward. âIt felt so good.â He nods, still kissing over her breasts, and her eyes flutter shut. âOh, but this is good too,â she concedes, gasping in pleasure when he pulls back to breathe cool air across her nipples. He carefully presses two fingers against her as she squirms, and she sighs happily.
âItâs not my cock, but you can rub against my fingers, sweet girl,â he mumbles against her skin, groaning when he feels how wet she is through her shorts. âRight through, babyâŚfuck.â
âFor you,â Sarah whimpers, rubbing against his fingers eagerly and clutching his head to her breasts, as she feels her body tense. âIâm gonna come for you,â she gasps, pushing hard against Brendonâs fingers and biting her lip.
âWait,â Brendon pleads, lowering her down and dropping to his knees between her legs. He tugs her shorts down and buries his face in her pussy. âNow,â he groans, looking up at her, and her hips roll forward; she comes apart for him.
âNow, now, now,â Sarah chants, grabbing his head with both hands and riding her orgasm out with his tongue pressed to her clit. âOh fuck, yes!â
âCome on my face,â Brendon groans into her, grabbing at her hips and pressing as close as he can. âWant you all over my face, baby. Need you, be my messy girl, get off on my face, sweetheart.â
Sarahâs moan is guttural and desperate; Brendonâs begging works. Her back arches off the wall and heâs licking urgently, taking everything sheâll give him.
Her legs are still trembling when Brendon scoops her up, carrying her to the stairs. âBed,â he groans against her lips, and she nods, tugging at his shirt. âFuck, need you.â
Theyâre halfway up the stairs when Brendon pushes her back up against the wall, mouth moving over her neck before capturing her lips. âCouldnât stand not kissing you for another moment,â he whispers when he pulls back to rest his forehead against hers. âFuck, you are so perfect. Need you.â
âNeed you so badly,â Sarah agrees, scratching along his chest and working on the buttons on his shirt so he can shrug out of it before continuing up the steps. âMy room,â she suggests when Brendon hits the landing of the second floor and pauses.
âYour room,â he confirms, fingers flexing on her thighs as he nudges open her bedroom door. He places her reverently on the bed, then steps back to gaze at her nude form as he shoves at his jeans. Heâs fully naked and is crawling up over Sarah when she grabs his cock.âWait, fuck, wait. B. Do we need to get a ââ
âNo,â Brendon tells her, gathering her in his arms and kissing her tenderly. âUnless you want one.â Heâs got a hand on her waist and the other cradles her head, and the embrace is intense and full of longing.
âI just want you,â Sarah whispers as she wraps her legs around his waist, relishing the slick slide of his cock along her hip. âTake me.â
âFuck, my girl,â Brendon groans, and they move together so heâs settled between her thighs. âYouâre so fucking wonderful. I love you, baby.â His first thrust into her is slow and deep, and she cries out, tugging at his hair and bucking up into him.
âI love you, B â oh fuck, you feel so good,â she gasps against his mouth as he fills her over and over again, his pace excruciatingly slow. âYou feel amazing. Holy shit, your cock! Goddamn, Iâve been missing out, holy fuck.â
He lets out a breathless laugh. âYour cunt is to die for. Hot. Wet. Tight, oh my god, Sarah baby, I need more of you. Trying to go slow for you, but fuck, I need more of you.â
âFuck me however you want,â Sarah groans, writhing under him. âIâm yours.â
âMine,â he agrees, biting at her neck and increasing his pace a little. âGoddamn, you are mine.â She gasps as his teeth graze her skin. âAnd Iâm going to make sure everyone knows it,â he whispers in her ear.
âOh fuck yes, Bren; take me, fuck me, Iâm yours!â Sheâs squealing as he shifts her legs up over his shoulders, and they both groan when his cock slips in deeper. âOh my god, I can feel every inch of you,â Sarah gasps, hands tangled in her sheets and nails digging into the mattress.
Heâs grabbing at her hips, lifting her more, and his pace is steady, letting her relish the sensation of his cock as it fills her. âSo fucking deep,â Brendon groans, using one hand to stroke over her breasts while the other still cradles her head. âSweetheart, your cunt is everything.â
âYouâre going to make me come, Iâm gonna fucking come from you talking like that,â she moans, abandoning the sheets to scratch at his back.
âGood,â Brendon says softly, before he pulls back, leaving Sarah whining and squirming with her legs spread. âHere, let me ââ and heâs on her again, kissing feverishly, hands on her waist and turning her. âLike this,â he gasps in her ear now that her back is to his chest. âWant to take you like this.â
âHoly shit, yes,â Sarah gasps, arching so he can slide in deep again. âOh fuck thatâs so good, how does it feel so good?â
âBecause I know your body and I want to drive you fucking wild,â His fingers find her clit, and sheâs rocking forward into his touch, grinding down against him. âAlso, Kitten fucked you like this and you were a quivering mess by the time she was done with you, and I wanna feel my girl come all over my cock the way you came on that toy,â Brendon murmurs in her ear, his other hand coming up to squeeze at her breasts and pinch her nipples lightly. âWill my fingers push you over the edge, or do you want me to grab your vibrator like Kitten did? You know I will,â he promises, his voice low. âYou know Iâll do anything to get you to come for me, baby. Give you anything, do anything for you, love you so much. Iâll fuck you just like this and hold your favorite toy right against your clit til you fall apart. Just know, oh fuck,â heâs panting hard and buries his face in her neck for a moment as she gasps his name and squeezes hard around him. âFuck, just know Iâm greedy. Wanna feel everything. If I grab the vibe, Iâm gonna pull it away when you come. Need to feel that slickness all over me. Need to feel your sweetness dripping down my fingers. So whatâs it gonna be, baby?â
âFingers,â Sarah gasps, reaching to grab his hand and press his fingers more firmly against her clit. âFingers, B. Iâll come from your fingers Iâll come all over you just please donât stop I love you oh please donât stop take me fuck me oh god please!â
Brendon is using every bit of self-control to not come in her. Sheâs drenching his fingers as she rocks back and forth, and heâs in heaven, blissed out with his head back and eyes closed. âYou are incredible and youâre mine,â he tells her. Sarah shudders and lets out a litany of curses and gratitude as his hand between her thighs works her into a frenzy. His mouth on her neck is coaxing her so sweetly to the edge of climax, as his cock rubs right where she needs him.
âIâm gonna,â Sarah whimpers, and he pushes her closer and closer.
âYou know what I thought the first time I saw you?â Brendon gasps now. âWatching you walk into that room was like seeing the ocean for the first time. Completely in awe.â
âOh my god.â Sheâs grinding back against his cock, breathing hard, and heâs holding her flush against him.
âHad to have you. Needed you. And now youâre mine.â
âFuck, Iâm yours â Iâm, oh please, Iâm gonna come B Iâm gonna come for you god yes yes yes!â Sarahâs words dissolve into senseless squeals of pleasure. Brendon groans, biting down on her neck and rubbing her clit to keep her coming for him.
âSarah, baby, Iâm close,â he chokes out through gritted teeth; heâs desperate to keep his promise to both of his girls but overwhelmed at the tension around his cock as she comes, shaking and gasping and clutching at him. âBaby, I need â Iâm gonna â oh god, honey!â
âSorry,â Sarah groans, rolling off of him so he can wrap a hand around his cock. âFuck, Iâm sorry, B.â
âDonât apologize, baby,â Brendon grunts, eyes closed and taking slow breaths as he presses his cock against his stomach, fighting the urgent need to stroke and rub his thumb over the tip while he imagines a soft, wet, eager tongue. âIâm okay. I didnâtâŚitâs fine.â
Sarah twists on the bed to curl into his side, and he kisses her forehead. âDo you need toâŚâ she trails off, gesturing feebly. They both laugh at her flailing hand, and Brendon shakes his head.
âWell, I mean â yes,â he admits. âBut Iâll wait for Kitten to get home. Sheâll want to suck the taste of you off my cock anyway.â Sarah whimpers as Brendonâs cock twitches in his hand and his hips involuntarily jerk; theyâre both clearly aroused by the idea.
âYou know what we have to do, right?â Sarah murmurs, wrapping her hand around Brendonâs and moving both slowly. He groans and bites down hard on his lower lip, and Sarah leans in, kissing him to get him to release it. âI need to stay on your cock til she gets home, so youâre still slick from my cunt.â
âJesus,â Brendon grunts, closing his eyes and gripping his cock tightly so Sarah canât move his hand. âYeah, okay. But no teasing me. Iâm right on the edge. And if I tell you Iâm pulling out, let me, okay?â
âYou wonât get any resistance from me,â Sarah reassures him with a wry smile, straddling him and sinking down onto him slowly. âFuck, you have a great cock. I feel so full,â she marvels, tracing her fingers over his stomach.
âNo praise, fuck, honey,â Brendon hisses, his eyes shut tight. âI canât â this isnât gonna work, not like this, not when I look up and see you on me with your perfect tits â fuck, off baby, get off â I need to be in you from behind.â
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You walk in through the garage and into the kitchen, grinning when you see the abandoned steaks and Sarahâs clothes scattered on the floor. âI love this trail of breadcrumbs,â you mumble to yourself as you drop your purse and head for the stairs.
There are two buttons from Brendonâs shirt on the lower stairs, and the shirt itself is crumpled on the second to last step. His jeans arenât visible, so you have no clue as to where they ended up. You cock your head to the side, listening.
âFuck, that was so good!â Sarahâs voice echoes down the hall, and you head toward her room. Youâre a little relieved they were in there and not the big bed. You love them both, but it would feel wrong.
You nudge open her door, expecting to see your husband and girlfriend entwined in some insane position, fucking each other senseless. Instead, theyâre both on their sides, and Sarahâs got a leg up and draped back over him so he can fill her from behind. Theyâre both intensely focused on Sarahâs phone, which Brendon is holding in front of her and tapping at the screen. âOh,â you laugh, more than a little surprised, leaning in the doorway. âWhat are you two doing?â
Sarah glances up from her phone, beaming at you. âIâm keeping him hard for you, and weâre taking turns on Homescapes to pass the time. Heâs getting lucky though.â
âYeah I am,â Brendon laughs, kissing her neck and rocking forward. âShit shit shit, bad idea,â he groans, rolling onto his back, squeezing the base of his cock, and breathing hard. Sarah cackles and snatches her phone from his grasp.
âThatâs what you get for using the power-up I earned,â she gloats, and then crawls off the bed to kiss you longingly. âHe hasnât come at all tonight,â she murmurs against your mouth. âHe wanted to wait for you.â
âOh,â you sigh, lust flooding your brain. âFuck, thatâs so hot.â
âYour girlfriend,â Brendon says through gritted teeth, âis such a tease.â
Sarahl lets out an indignant sputter and hops back onto the bed so she can poke him. âHey, now Iâm just her girlfriend? What happened to,â and her voice drops to an absolutely perfect impression of Brendon, âGoddamn, you are mine; sweetheart your cunt is everything. Had to have you. Needed you. And now youâre mine.â
You and Brendon both stare at her; Brendonâs a little slack-jawed and youâre clutching the door frame. âSarahâŚI had no idea you could do his voice so accurately,â you finally stammer out, and Sarah grins up at you, stretching and shrugging. âYouâreâŚâ you continue, still a little dazed, âyouâre gonna have to do that for me when B is traveling. That was so fucking hot. Shit, put a vibe in me from behind and you can lick my clit and just do both voices, holy fuckâŚâ
âGreat,â Brendon groans, pressing a hand to his face while the other still squeezes his cock desperately. âIâm completely useless now.â
âI wouldnât say completely useless,â you argue, giggling and crossing around the bed to tug him up to his feet. âCome on, B; you havenât come yet. Should we all head to bed or hop in the shower?â
Sarah stands now too, gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail, and kisses your forehead. âI think Iâm going to sit out this round, Kitten,â she tells you. âOur man wore me out.â Brendon smirks a little, conceding this and pulling Sarah over for a long kiss. You bite your lip, imagining all the ways he managed to wear her out, and Sarah must read your mind because she grins and taps your ass lightly. âWe can have sexy story time tomorrow. For now, let the man come. He has earned it, trust me. Iâm gonna crash in here for now, but might crawl into the big bed in a bit.â
âSounds like a plan, love,â you tell her, wrapping her in a hug. âGet some rest, but feel free to come cuddle. Make sure you eat somethingâ no,â you laugh, pointing at her when a wicked gleam appears in her eyes and she reaches for the hem of your dress. âBad girl. Eat real food. But not the steaks; theyâve been sitting out for god knows how long. B, here we go. Hope youâre ready for round two,â you say as you head for the door.
âFuck, I think round two was somewhere on the stairs,â he moans, but he rolls off the bed and willingly follows you back to the main bedroom and its bathroom.
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âBed, baby?â You ask once inside your bedroom. Brendon nods urgently, biting his lip and averting his eyes as you strip your clothes off. âHey, pay attention! Iâm wearing really sexy underwear,â you protest, laughing as he groans.
âKitten, I cannot look at you until youâre completely ready to swallow. Thatâs how close I am. Just seeing you get naked for me â ah, shit fuckâ canâtâŚfuck, Kitten, I need to come.â
âFuck,â you murmur as you scramble onto the bed. âGive me one sec, B.â You arrange the pillows into a supportive stack and lean back against them. âStraddle me,â you instruct, and he nods, still averting his eyes. âYouâve worked hard tonight, so Iâm not gonna tease you. If you scoot a bit closer, knees resting on either side of my hips, thatâs good, there â you should be able to thrust into my mouth. Ready when you are, my love.â
âYouâre the fucking best,â Brendon grunts, and right before he slides himself into your waiting mouth, he opens his eyes and looks down at you. âI fucked her without a condom, Kitten. We thought youâd want to taste her pussy all over my cock.â
âHoly fuââ but you donât get to finish the thought because his slick cock is moving over your tongue. All you can do is moan around him and hope he can see the gratitude in your eyes when he holds still to let you savor the moment. You can taste her; you can tell she came hard on Brendonâs cock, and the flavor mixed with him is making your stomach tighten and your hips buck up instinctively. You reach for the dresser drawer, fingers stretching, and Brendon realizes what you need. He reaches too, opening it and grabbing your thrusting vibrator. He turns it on, handing it to you, and you moan your appreciation. Itâs a bit of a contortion, but you get your arm down your body and use the now-thrusting vibe to fill yourself. âHoly shit, your cock covered in her is incredible,â you mumble when Brendon pulls back, breathing hard and gripping his cock.
âKitten, I'm not going to last long,â Brendon warns, and you tell him youâre ready. He slides in deep and you hum in pleasure when the tip of his cock nudges the back of your throat. You tighten your lips while dropping your jaw, and press your tongue to the bottom of his cock, rubbing at the vein that runs the length of the underside. âNow,â Brendon chokes, one hand cupping your face and the other curled around the headboard for leverage as he thrusts one time.
Youâve had a lot of sex with this man. Youâve seen him come more than a few times, in and on you in more than a few ways. Still, when you watch him come undone from your mouth in this moment, youâre in fucking awe.
His whole body is frozen except for his cock throbbing in your mouth, his eyes are wide and fixated on you, and his mouth is open though heâs not making a sound. You can see the vein in his neck pulse; something about that pushes you over the edge and you feel yourself come hard over the thrusting vibrator. Your squeal triggers a new level of ecstasy in him. Brendon tosses his head back, gasping and praising you between a long stream of expletives and breathless gratitude, caressing your face and thrusting slowly.
Heâs the most beautiful man youâve ever seen, and his cock is in your mouth. Heâs trembling over you, lips parted, eyes glazed, and his hips stop rocking as you swallow again.
âIâm dead,â he groans, sliding himself out of your mouth and falling to the side. âIâm dead Iâve died and God doesnât care about all the shit Iâve done because he let me into heaven or Iâm dying and Iâm going to hell but heâs a merciful god who sent me out on the greatest fucking orgasm of my entire life.â Heâs breathing hard, reaching for you, and you curl into his side, draping a leg across his waist. He grabs onto your thigh, still mumbling about being dead.
âYouâre not dead, or dying as far as I can tell,â you say with a small smile, pressing your hand to his chest. âAlso, youâre not religious.â
âI could be, after that,â Brendon mumbles, turning and burying his face in your neck. âIt was a religious experience. I just transcended time and space and every inch of my body knew absolute bliss. Fuck. Youâre sure Iâm alive?â You nod, giggling, and he kisses your neck. âGoddamn, Kitten. you are fucking incredible. Youâre my religious experience. Fuck. Thatâs a new song title. I Saw God and She Looks Like My Wife.â
âI think Sarah deserves some credit,â you tease, stroking his hair as he presses himself closer and clings to you. âConsidering you fucked her and then she cockwarmed you. Well, she edged you, because she kept you hard.â
âUh huh,â he mumbles, his neck kisses slowing down and his hands wandering over your body beginning to linger. âYou two can share the credit. She showed me the cliff and brought me to the cliff but you dragged me over the edge, caught me, and let me come in your mouth.â
âThatâŚâ you pause to yawn, tracing his lips affectionately, âthat last part doesnât work with your metaphor.â He lifts his head and blinks at you sleepily. âThe coming in my mouth part. It doesnât work with your falling off a cliff extended metaphor.â
âYes it does,â Brendon grumbles, climbing on top of you and snuggling down so he can press his face to your breasts. âIn the metaphor, you let me come in your mouth. Donât argue, Kitten,â he pauses to yawn too, and your heart tightens at how adorable he is. âI donât have the energy to keep up with you.â
âNo,â you agree with a soft smile. âYou really donât. You can sleep, baby.â He mumbles something. âWhat?â You tug his hair a little. âI didnât â repeat, please.â He lifts his head slightly and asks if you came, apologizing that he didnât notice. âOh love, itâs fine. You were a little distracted by your religious experience,â you laugh. âBut fuck, yes I did.â You grab his hand thatâs on your thigh and guide his fingers to where you were laying. He groans, feeling the wet sheets, and goes limp on top of you.
âIâll doâŚlaundry in the morning,â Brendon manages through yawns, and you kiss the top of his head. You grab the blankets and tug them up; he pulls you close so he can tuck you under his chin and wrap you in his arms. âKitten?â
âYes, my love?â
âI love you so fucking much. And I love Sarah too. Not the same way I love you. But just as much. Kitten?â
âIâm listening, B.â You run a hand down his back, stroking him sleepily.
âKitten, can we marry her? I love her. You love her. She loves us. We should marry her.â
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Imagine being in a poly relationship with Brendon and Sarah Urie
Slowly waking up, y/n felt two sets of arms wrapped around their waist. Eyes fluttered open, seeing a smiling face if their girlfriend smiling down at her. Feeling a warmth at their back y/n turned around only to be faced with a soft look in Brendonâs eyes.
âHow was your sleep darling?â Sarah asked, rubbing y/nâs bare back.
âLovelyâ y/n groaned, rolling onto their back after giving Brendon a quick peck, doing the same to Sarah they rolled out of bed, getting ready to start the day.
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Tip Toes
Summary: Iâm on my tip toes, trying to see past my ego. Reaching for something more than this feeling of being important. Leaving my heart behind is bleeding, but my pride is screaming. My future will listen to me, listen to me.
Warning: I wanted to write angst, but this came out. IDK how to label it. Listen to tip toes by half alive while reading. issa long one
Y/n had not dated much. Actually, she did not start looking for a relationship until her freshman year of college. By then there werenât many people she talked to and considered a friend; therefore, the idea of dating someone, being close to someone that was not her friend, did not pique her interest. Around the time she met Brendon and Sarah, she had lost all hope in a romantic relationship. It almost seemed too good to be true, a truly happy relationship seemed unattainable.
This feeling came in waves, making her feel nauseous like she was on a boat in a hurricane. It became truly difficult to accept a happy reality that ended in kids of her own and a husband or wife, but she knew it was just about impossible. Her best friends were a married couple and a gay man (who was also in a happy relationship), they always rooted for her. But they didnât understand, she was a twenty-something-year-old who had no idea how to even kiss someone. Everyone always told her (especially her friends) that it was admirable that she held out for so long like she was waiting for the right person or something.
In other words, y/n would describe herself as the biggest virgin on earth, and it genuinely was from a lack of trying.
It almost felt as if her own future didnât belong to her.
Some days were better than others, just like the day Sarah asked her to come to hang out at her house. y/n had just gotten done with finals, so she had basically a month of sitting around and waiting for the Spring semester to finally start. Sarah and Brendon cuddled on the couch, y/n on the chair in the corner of the room actually watching the movie and trying to not pay attention to the couple that was no doubt finger banging each other under the blanket they shared.
âI think I should go,â y/n said, âI have to work in the morning so I canât stay up too late.â She stretched her arms and legs when she got up from the chair. Sarah seemed to be frightened out of a daze when she looked up at her friend.
âOh, okay!â Sarah chirped, pushing Brendon away from her, âDo you want me to walk you out?â
y/n shook her head, âno thanks, Iâm fine.â
âWell⌠Iâll see you later?â Sarah asked. Y/n didnât really want to. It wasnât that she didnât like hanging out with them, they always made her feel lonely. And sad. But mostly lonely.
âI donât know, I have a busy week at the hospital; I will text you when I get time,â y/n said before bidding the couple goodbye and leaving the house.
Sarah looked at her husband, who had gotten entranced by the movie in the five minutes since he was trying to sneak his hand into her pants. âYou are such an idiot.â
âWhat did I do?â
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Y/n got home that night very confused about her feelings. Her brain was spiraling out of control with delusions of being married and having someone who would dote on her the same way Brendon did Sarah. At the same time, she never really paid attention to them behind the scenes, so maybe theyâre dysfunctional and she never saw it.
That didnât make sense, if she knew one thing about the couple, it was that they talked about everything. And Sarah told her everything, every fight they had, Sarah would go to y/nâs apartment and sit until Brendon sulked his way over.
Every time she thought about the couple, she got a weird sensation of butterflies in her stomach.
No, she thought, I am not developing a stupid crush just because Iâm sad and lonely.
That night she couldnât sleep; it didnât help that she knew she did have work in the morning and the hospital was unforgiving when the lab techs were late. By the time she finally stopped swimming in her thoughts, she had dreams of her friends, holding her hand and kissing her on the forehead.
It was 6 AM before she knew it, and she had to get up and get ready for work.
Hopefully, tea would help wake her up before she got to work and did a piss poor job.
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Y/n had never been more appreciative of the hospital. She had fond memories of staying there, almost dying, meeting so many different doctors that she just didnât have it in her to leave.
Sarcasm, that was the key to understanding her outlook on life. Constant use of sarcasm.
But she would be lying if she said that today, and every day for the past week, she was so glad they had a week full of emergencies and a trip planned for a conference with Lab Technologists across the country. This trip would take her to Boston and all she could think of was the idea of seeing every museum she could for one full week and going to a conference full of people who had a thorough understanding of microbiology and hematology. It was almost enough to make her come in her jeans.
What she did not appreciate, was Brendon coming to visit her while she was supposed to be working. She had just gotten a lab sample to test for any drug she could when Brendon waltzed in with In N Out in his hand. He greeted her with a hug and handed her the bag.
âSarah is at work,â he sighed, âshe doesnât get a lunch today because sheâs busy or something, so I thought Iâd visit my bestie.â She was too distracted to notice what he was saying. Brendon tried to call her name, the third time she snapped.
âWhat do you want?â she half yelled, looking away from her specimen.
Brendon looked taken aback; he didnât even know how to reply when he has never seen her so angry before. Her coworker, a younger man by the name of Jeremy Ren, looked up from his microscope and stepped over to her area.
âL/n, you go take your lunch break, Iâll take care of this shotgun,â he took the test tubes and brought them back to his microscope with him, still eyeing the two.
She scoffed and stomped out, ditching her lab coat at the door. She led Brendon to the hospital cafeteria and sat down with him in the corner.
âWhatâs wrong? You usually arenât soâŚâ Brendon trailed off, âAre you still being overworked? Have you talked to your boss about time off?â
Y/n shook her head, âIâm just⌠fine, Iâm fine.â Internally, she cringed. If she talked to him about it, maybe she could resolve the war she had inevitably put herself into.
But the idea of not telling him anything was far more appealing. Nothing had to change.
âAre you sure? You look tired, have you been sleeping?â He reached over and grabbed her hand, tracing his thumb over her knuckles.
God, Brendon, she thought, Stop being so caring, itâs not helping my situation. She pulled her hand away and tucked it under her pants. This couldnât happen. She did everything she could to give herself a reason not to develop a stupid crush on the man in front of her. She could only come up with two.
1.      Heâs married to her best friend
2.      He definitely wouldnât see her the same way
Number two made her heart bleed. Not literally, she knew the severity of an actual bleeding heart, she worked in a hospital for Christâs sake. But if she were to imagine the pain, this would be it.
âIâm just⌠excited for this trip to Boston next week,â she confessed. It wasnât a lie by any means, she stayed up all night a month ago when she heard she was going on the trip, planning what she wanted to pack. This didnât change the stare he had on the table where her hand used to be, and his hand still sat.
âOh, that is coming up, isnât it?â he put a smile on his face, trying to quickly recover from whatever feeling he felt. âIâm sorry, Iâm a bit off today. We havenât seen you all week, we miss you at the house.â
She frowned. There was an impulsive need in her to put her hand back and comfort him. But she knew she shouldnât do it because she knew it would only make her feel worse.
âIâve been busy with work, had a lot of emergencies and stuff,â she explained, âIâm free this weekend, Iâll try to come over before I leave for the airport on Sunday.â That was not what she wanted to say, why did she say that?
âSounds like a plan!â he seemed happy with that suggestion though, so maybe she didnât have anything to worry about. Â âHow has your week been, then? What kinda emergencies did you get?â
She and Brendon talked for a while, she told him about the guy who came in with necrotic tissue on his arm from heroin, and he told her about his charity live stream and how proud he was of everyone who donated.
Watching him so happy as he explained what happened, she felt herself swooning. They sat in silence for a few moments after he finished speaking, both focused on eating their food. One of the surgical nurses walked passed them with a smile on her face.
âY/n, I didnât know you had a boyfriend!â Brendon smirked and opened his mouth to explain that they werenât a couple, but the nurse continued on, âyouâre always going on about how lonely you are! Itâs nice to see youâre finally getting out there.â Y/nâs eyes were wide, and a blush crept across her cheeks.
âUh⌠thank you, Andrea,â she said with a shaky voice.
âSo proud of you, my dear,â Andrea smiled brightly t the two before she walked away, bidding them goodbye.
âYouâre lonely?â Brendon asked when Andrea was out of earshot.
y/n couldnât speak as she stared at her fries, the only response she gave was a small nod.
âWhy are you lonely? You never date⌠or expressed a desire⌠to date.â Damn you, Sarah, she thought, that was supposed to be a secret.
âwell⌠lately, itâs been a bit different,â she sighed, âIâm almost 30, Iâve never been on a real date orâŚ. Done anything, really. I thought Iâd at least have a boyfriend by now.â That was easier to get off her chest than she thought.
âYouâve never done anything? Not even like⌠a kiss?â Brendon knew he was badgering her now, but this was so unbelievable to him. She was so smart and beautiful; how could anyone look passed her?
She shook her head, eyes still on the fries that were no longer steamy, âCan we drop it please?â
Brendon took in the shakiness to her tone and decided to drop it like she asked. This topic would definitely come up later with Sarah, though. He had so many more questions.
When they parted ways after lunch, Brendon couldnât hold back a smile as he leaned down to kiss her on the cheek. She blushed harder than she had at lunch when she said bye to him. No one, besides her parents and grandparents, had ever kissed her on the cheek.
She kind of liked it.
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Sarah told Brendon everything he wanted to know. She didnât know why, at first, but he explained what happened during lunch.
âBut you canât badger her or make her feel bad,â Sarah emphasized, âShe always felt self-conscious about it, even after we became friends.â Brendon understood, even though he never had to deal with stuff like that. He had lost his virginity early on, and everything just came naturally after that.
âI would never.â
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âSo, whatâs with you never dating anyone?â He had promised not to pry, but now it was late at night in y/nâs apartment and he had more than a few drinks in his system. Sue him, he wanted to hang out and she brought out the wine.
âI just⌠donât do it?â y/n had a few drinks in her too, the wine was making her feel like being truthful. If she were sober, she wouldnât be telling hi anything, but maybe she needed to get it off her chest? Drunk y/n thought so, anyway. âI didnât get my first boyfriend until my freshman year of college, and before that, I only had minor flings with girls from my school. I donât know, dating always makes me anxious.â
âAnd youâve never done anything?â He knew her answer already. This was beginning to get repetitive and even drunk y/n was fed up with it.
âWhy do you keep asking that?â
âBecause itâs⌠itâs so rare! Youâre like a unicorn!â he laughed at his comparison. She shook her head, she felt kind of offended, but she knew what he was saying. He hadnât meant it to be an insult at all, he was kind of proud of her, even with pressures that a woman date and be married by her age, she didnât feel that. She was unabashedly herself.
He didnât know what came over him when he opened his mouth next, âI mean, I can always help you.â
y/n looked into his eyes, and she swore that if she were a meme, she would have question marks floating around her head. âWhat?â
âI mean if you ever want your first kiss⌠or something else⌠I can always help you,â he didnât know why he was saying it, but he couldnât help but offer. The offer was outlandish, yes, but he knew Sarah would be alright with it. She had mentioned before how much she liked y/n, in a more than platonic way.
Before this whole topic came up, Brendon was planning on asking her to be their third, if she wanted to be. However, she told him she hadnât dated someone very seriously.
âBut⌠wh- h- Sarah?â y/n was blushing, her face and ears were bright red. This was not how she expected this to go.
âShe would want to do the same thing, she has a thing for you,â drunk Brendon was an honest Brendon, apparently, âwas gonna ask you if you wanted to go on a date with us the other day but obviously I didnât.â
Y/n didnât know what to say. Like, of course, he had to do this when she was drunk and couldnât very well keep her thoughts to herself.
âUmâŚ. Are you asking me now if I want to go on a date with you and Sarah?â y/n asked.
âWell, that wasnât my first question,â Brendon leaned closer, and cupped her face with his left hand, âTell me to stop if you want me to stop.â He continued leaning in, slowly but surely. He waited for her to protest; when she didnât say anything, he finally connected their lips. If he were to compare all of his other kisses to the one right then, she wouldnât be the worst. She was inexperienced, but her lips were soft and tasted like peppermint from her seasonal chapstick.
When she pulled away, he almost chased after her.
For the rest of the night, he explained the logistics of kissing, and eventually, they both fell asleep on the couch after he went on the the longest tangent on what kind of guitar he would get now that his âcream dream" was gone.
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She left for Boston after saying goodbye to Brendon or Sarah. She had also talked to Robert (her other best friend) the day before the trip; he yelled at her for not telling him right away about everything that had been happening. To be genuinely honest, she needed this vacation after her night with Brendon.
It was a relief when Brendon left in the morning after they had kissed. The memory of her first kiss still burned in the back of her mind, but she didnât want to focus on that. Right now, it was her time to relax.
That was until Brendon texted her asking what hotel she was at. She told him, just assuming he wanted to make sure she got there safe. Why would she think anything else?
She should have thought of something else. Now she was sitting in her room, scrolling through the TV when she heard the knock at the door.
He didnât, she thought, please tell me he didnât.
She opened the door and saw the couple standing in front of her with giant smiles on their faces.
He did.
âwhat are you doing here?â she said instead of greeting them.
Sarah let herself in, âwe wanted to surprise you! Youâve wanted this vacation for a while, and we thought youâd want company!â
She really didnât want company, but she put a smile on her face anyway.
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After spending the whole week with Brendon and Sarah, y/n was exhausted. She only got a real break from the two when she was at the conference. They had both wished her luck that morning and went back to giggling under the blankets of their shared bed.
Now she was back in Los Angeles, and she was so fucking happy to go back to normal.
However, they didnât necessarily go back to normal. Brendon spent a lot more time at her apartment than he used to. He started to initiate cuddling, press kisses to her cheek and hairline, and hugging her more than he used to. She started to see more of Sarah, as well. She did it more subtly. She bought y/n drinks and take her to fancy restaurants, surprises her with jewelry and takes her shopping, anything really.
All y/n wanted was for one of them to say something.
And when she least expected it, Brendon did.
âHave you ever wanted to lose your virginity?â Brendon asked during a movie one day. y/n shrugged, she couldnât say she was surprised, she knew he would ask eventually.
âI guess,â she sighed, âits just not something I really let myself think about. I never thought anyone would⌠yâ know, want to. And Iâm 28, no one wants to date a virgin at my age.â
âDonât say that,â he took her hand in his. Recently, it had been his sign of comfort to lace his fingers with hers and rub his thumb along the back, âI already told you, me and Sarah love youâŚâ
y/n couldnât look up at him, she only stared at her fingers. She didnât say anything, either.
âyou never answered, you know,â he whispered, âlet us take you on one date. A fancy restaurant, or a movie, whatever makes you least anxious.â
y/n shook her head. The feeling of drowning, even before saying yes, was obvious. She felt like she couldnât breathe and had to remind herself how to focus on the feeling of his hand in hers.
âor, we can keep it low key, not label it⌠just the three of us?â
âum⌠okay..â y/n thought, âno labeling, just⌠just us. Letâs go see the new Jumanji.â
âThat sounds perfect,â Brendon smiled down at y/n.
Maybe her future did belong to her.
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I am making a poly series about the uries. On this blog.
Here is a picture of god his self!!!
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Taylor: I promise that youâll never find another like me.
Brendon: ...thatâs kinda the point
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Weapons of Clairvoyance - Chapter 15
Chapter 14
Authorâs Note: There are some violent moments in this chapter Song recommendations for this chapter:Â Heroes by David Bowie, Save Yourself, Iâll Hold Them Back by MCR, and The End. by MCR
A couple of nights later you and Gerard pulled up a few blocks back from your destination. High heels in hand, you crept behind him down the back alley to your destination, Brendon already waiting for you.
"Well don't you kids clean up nice?" He commented. "Gerard would you do us the honors of letting us in?"
"With pleasure," he replied. In a blink he had disappeared and a faint buzzing was heard as a fly went into the exhaust vent on the side of the building.
You started to shiver as you put on your shoes and waited for Gerard to open the door.
"So, you and Death, or Sarah, or whatever. What's the deal with you two?" You asked.
"We have a mutual appreciation for the macabre and what the other can do. And she's fucking gorgeous."
You nodded in agreement. "But is it like you see in the movies where you touch her, you die?"
"Wouldn't you like to know," Brendon replied wiggling his eyebrows and you burst out laughing.
Gerard opened the back entrance and saw you under the dim streetlight, head tossed back laughing. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you and tell you a thousand times how beautiful you were. He wanted to finally tell you he loved you, to take away from this mess, back to the cabin where you were finally alone. But tonight you had to risk your lives again.
You glanced over then and spotted him staring and smiled. "Ready?"
He nodded and you and Brendon snuck through the open door, bags in tow.
âAre they really so arrogant as to think no one could possibly try to get in the back way and not have any security there?â You asked in a hushed tone.
âThe bastards here believe theyâre completely untouchable. There have been indictments, federal investigations, blackmail, and at least one assassination attempt, but these fucks have managed to come out not only unscathed, but ahead,â Brendon explained. âitâs so much more than what theyâre doing to the Wonder Way twins and the rest of your gang.â
âWe aren't twins,â Gerard muttered as you arrived just outside the main ballroom. Brendon stashed the bags and turned back to you both.
"Board meeting starts in an hour, take advantage of their hospitality and I'll signal you when it's time," Brendon instructed before he slipped off.
You and Gerard stood at the edge of the room as people filled in. You felt appropriately dressed in your sparkly navy blue gown. How Brendon had procured it, you weren't sure you wanted to know, but you were even more willing to commit to his plan when you saw it involved that dress.
Gerard had been awestruck when you came out of the bedroom all done up for the evening. His jaw had dropped as he took your hand and twirled you around before catching you in a kiss. You were equally struck by the black on black suit he was wearing. It looked like it was made just for him.
"These pricks get rich off other people getting sick and suffering, and they throw a party to celebrate the profits, fucking disgusting," Gerard muttered, his mood sour.
"They're about to get what's coming to them," you replied. You tried to remain optimistic, but it was difficult given the nature of the situation.
After a few minutes the music changed, the familiar notes of Heroes by David Bowie began causing you and Gerard to look at each other.
"How dare they play this song?" You asked indignantly. âNow Iâm even less remorseful for what we're going to do.â
"Its still our song, it's always gonna be ours," he said turning to you, offering you his hand. You took it and he pulled you close. You danced like you did in the living room of his house. You rested your head against his shoulder and sighed. Why couldn't it all be moments like this? Quiet, sweet moments, not loud violent scenes. But these people were killing innocent people, or allowing them to suffer at a profit. They had to be stopped and you had the ability to do just that.
When the song ended you looked up at Gerard and he kissed you one last time. "I think it's time to go,â he said.
~
Gerard and you found Brendon in a back hallway.
"The CEO is coming in shortly, (YN) you know what to do," Brendon said. You nodded in response. You hurried to your position near the women's restroom.
The CEO of Restoricom was a toad of a human. Old, balding, with a disgusting habit of smoking smelly cigars where ever he went, regardless of regulations. You saw him approaching and he was luckily by himself. From halfway down the hall, you caught his eye.
"Excuse me sir, can I bother you for a moment?" You asked in your best seductive voice, but you felt disgusting.
"As many moments as you need," he replied and you could feel your skin crawl.
"My friend is in the bathroom and her dress is caught. I can't seem to fix it, can you try with your strong hands?"
He hummed and looked you up and down. "What kind of fun you two having in there?"
"Come find out," you purred.
He followed you into the bathroom and you could see Sarah had appeared, as a pair of high heels was visible under the far stall of the bathroom.
"She's waiting for you in the last stall," you said and he sauntered up. You wondered how this vile old bastard didn't see this coming.
"Hello gorgeous," he said as he walked into the stall. Sarah didn't respond, the only sound was the large body hitting the floor.
You pulled your phone out of your purse and texted Gerard that the coast was clear. He came in quickly.
"Are you ok?" He asked as soon as he saw you.
"Yea, he didn't lay a hand on me. If you don't mind, I think I'll skip watching you make this transformation."
He laughed and you turned your back. "Ok, I'm going in there," he said in the same sleazy voice of the CEO and you heard the door shut behind him, then Brendon came in.
"Nicely done, ladies," he said looking at the figure on the floor.
"I know he's a disgusting old fuck, but I still feel... not bad, but, I don't know," you struggled.
"Don't feel bad," Sarah said sweetly. "His time was almost up anyway. Special priority for gross pigs."
Brendon pulled a baggie of a white substance and placed a bit near his nose and on the toilet seat.
"Heart attack brought on by an OD, right love?"
"Even the best coroner will believe it."
"You're the best," he said with a wink at Sarah. You smiled and rolled your eyes, feeling like quite the third wheel suddenly. "Ok, time for phase two. Let's see if those bastards can take the last chance they're being offered."
Gerard was in the room being used for the board meeting. He looked at the faces of the men who looked just like the man he was pretending to be.
"Gentlemen, I've had an epiphany. Our image is in need of a revitalization. I propose in the next fiscal year, we start focusing on more charitable efforts." He could barely get the words out before the roar of laughter erupted from the men at the table.
"Jesus man, what kind of hippie shit is that little mistress of yours slipping you?" One man near the front asked.
"It will be better for the bottom line in the long term-" Gerard started before he was interrupted again.
"Who gives a fuck? What matters is now," said another.
Gerard looked over the room. "Well gentlemen, so be it." And he began to transform into the most fearsome, demonic creature he could imagine. Looming over the table, the men began cowering in fear at the creature with bat like wings, horns, and red glowing eyes gnashing its teeth at them.
Suddenly the doors swung open, and you and Brendon strode in, gas masks covering both of your faces. Brendon pulled his mask up and looked at the scene in front of him.
"Ok baby, they're ready for you," he shouted. The men all looked at him dumbfounded. While they were distracted, Gerard changed into a small fly and flew out into the hall. You stepped back outside the door as Brendon pulled his gas mask back on and flipped the switch in his pocket, which began the flow of toxin into the room. Where Gerard had been standing, Sarah appeared, smiling sweetly at the men at first, but then her face turned dark and furious.
"You have played with death at your own profit for too long. Now it is my turn to restore balance!" She roared.
Brendon blew her a kiss as he backed out the door. You heard the lock turn from the inside as you and Brendon took off running for the exit.
Once outside you pulled the gas mask off and took a big gulp of fresh air. The majority of the party goers, lower level employees of Restoricom, would learn soon enough of the fate of the leadership of the company. Sarah would make it appear to be a carbon monoxide leak and no one should suspect a thing of the three strangers no one could remember seeing before that night.
A press release was issued the next morning indicating that the direction the CEO, who was found "near" the women's bathroom dead of a âheart attackâ, wanted to take the company in a new, more charitable direction, instituting a free immunization program for children and exponentially growing their research department for new and experimental cures for many varieties of diseases.
In the chaos of the evening, Pete was able to get in and completely wiped the system of the division that was trying to eliminate magic and utilize seers. That portion of the CEOs notes did not make the external press release, but you were finally free to stop running, to stop looking over your shoulder at every turn.
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The ride back to Gerard's house was quiet. Gerard had given you his suit jacket to keep warm, and you wrapped your arms tightly around yourself. It didn't sit quite right to you that the greedy bastards had paid with their lives for their crimes, but no one truly knew what they did. You had forced a lot of positive changes, but people who didn't deserve the credit would be remembered for more than the slime that they were. You let the side of your head hit the glass. You wanted to do more, somehow, but what more could be done.
"You ok, Sugar?" Gerard asked from the driverâs seat with a worried tone.
"Itâs over, but it doesnât feel done," you replied. "We aren't going to be chased, but it's been weeks, it's all the life I know now. Do I try to go get a regular job again? Do I go back to my place? What will everyone else think of what weâve done?" All of the thoughts and worries come tumbling out of your mouth as the tears well up and you choked out a sob.
Gerard pulled over to the side of the country road and reached over to hold you close as you sobbed into his shoulder.
"Itâs ok Sugar, itâs ok. We'll figure it out," he replied quietly, rubbing your back.
After a few minutes your sobs calmed down and he pulled back.
"Come on, let's go home," he said and you nodded and he placed a kiss on your lips. The conflicted emotions you felt were matched in Gerard, but he only felt guilt for putting you through this. He wished there was any other way this could have happened. He pulled back onto the road home and hoped there was any way you could love him after all this.
Thank you for reading this babes! The Spaces That Divide Us will begin posting Saturday June 22nd.
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Donât Hide From Me.
Josh Dun x Reader
AN: Soulmate AU which coincides with a request by anon. Surprised myself by finishing it in one sitting. Itâs a little long, but any shorter and I donât think I would have done it justice.Â
Warnings: Some cursing, light drinking, little bit of angst but nothing major.
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âThatâs um...â
âYeah.â
âWow.â
âI know.â
I groaned and plopped myself next to Jenna, holding my right arm and looking at all the colors on it.Â
âWhat am I going to do Jenna? This soulmark is ridiculous. Have you ever heard of anyone having a whole sleeve as a soulmark?âÂ
Jenna tilted her head, a blonde strand falling from her bun. âI mean, mine could be considered a sleeve too.â She shrugged.Â
âRight, yes, but, those are just black bands. Mine is a giant fucking tree and some space stuff and a sunset or something. My entire arm is covered. What was my soulmate thinking when they chose this?â I yanked my sleeve down, covering the soulmark, before burying my face in my hands. Jenna patted my back comfortingly.Â
âHe was probably thinking that it was beautiful, and that it would help him find you easier.â Her voice was soft and soothing. âI shouldnât say he. Could be a girl for all I know. Or a they.â
I chuckled, placing my head on her shoulder. âWell, whoever they are, theyâre much more flamboyant than me. When was the last time you saw me wear color?â
This time Jenna laughed, like bells ringing around my room. âBlack is a color.â
I snorted. âI donât know Jenna, this just makes me insecure. I feel like itâs going to draw in a bunch of attention from the kids at school, and I don't want that.â I glanced at my arm again, staring at the fabric of my black hoodie. âMaybe I should keep it covered.âÂ
Jennaâs face scrunched up in concern. âAre you sure? Wouldn't that hurt your soulmateâs feelings? They chose that specifically Y/N.â
I sighed, shaking my head. âI know, but itâs just not me. Maybe their choice showed up on the wrong person? Can that happen?âÂ
âIâve never heard of that before. Look, theyâre your soulmate, even if theyâre different from you, thereâs still a reason that the universe is trying to bring you together. My soulmark isnât really my thing either, but if it brings me closer to them, thatâs all I care about.âÂ
âYouâre right.â
Despite Jennaâs advice, I spent the next two years hiding my soulmark. My family knew of course, and a few close friends, but I wore long sleeves year-round, and didnât tell other people about it. I used the excuse that my soulmark was personal, and people didnât press any further when they asked to see it. It was a quarter through my junior year, and still none of my classmates knew what my soulmark looked like.Â
One morning, Brendon bounded over to me, clutching his soulmate Sarahâs hand. âSup, Y/N? Did you hear about the two new transfer students?âÂ
I shut my locker with a bang as Jenna joined us. âWhy should I care?â I asked him, lifting a brow.Â
âIâm hearing rumors that theyâve got these huge soulmarks on their arms. Theyâre the talk of the school.âÂ
I clutched my arm anxiously, âWhat do they look like?âÂ
Sarah shook her head, âWe donât know yet, we havenât seen them. Apparently one of theirs covers their entire arm.â
I shared a nervous glance with Jenna. Brendon and Sarah didnât know what my soulmark looked like, so they didnât notice the exchange. Jenna just smiled at me encouragingly. Sheâs always wanted me to meet my soulmate. I just didnât know why I was so nervous about it. It was supposed to be a happy thing, but I was anything but.Â
Mercifully the bell rang, and we all dispersed to our classes, promising to meet up for lunch.Â
I rushed into my first period class, getting a stern look from the teacher at being late. I shrugged sheepishly and sat in my seat, preparing my books for the class.Â
âAlright guys, we have a new student joining us today. Joshua, if you could come up here and introduce yourself?âÂ
I glanced up from my desk with surprise, I hadnât even noticed the new student standing off to the side as I entered. A tall boy dressed in a black hoodie and black ripped skinny jeans walked to the front, clearing his throat awkwardly.Â
I was taken aback by his appearance. He had cotton candy pink hair, a nose ring, and black gages, and he was- well- he was absolutely stunning. I felt my cheeks burn as his brown eyes met mine, before quickly looking away.Â
âM-my nameâs Josh. Uh- I just moved here. My buddy Tyler did too actually. Our old school lost funding so we ended up having to come here. Which is wild if you think about it. Um, I-I like to play drums, and I don't really know what else to say...â he trailed off, clearly uncomfortable with being the center of attention.Â
âShow us your soulmark!â one of the other students piped up from the back. The teacher shushed him, saying that that was inappropriate.Â
Josh blushed furiously, but complied anyway. âOh! Uh- okay.â He pushed up the right sleeve of his hoodie, and my heart jumped into my throat and my stomach dropped. It was the tree. My tree. On his arm.
Josh was my soulmate.Â
I suddenly felt nauseous.Â
The class erupted, marveling at the size and color of the soulmark. Even the teacher seemed curious now. âJosh, were you the one who selected your soulmark?â Josh nodded, eyes focused on the ground. âIf youâre comfortable, can you tell us why you chose such an elaborate design?âÂ
Josh looked at his exposed arm, as if trying to figure it out himself. âI just thought that the colors were gorgeous, and I love trees and space and stuff. I figured that this was such a happy looking soulmark, and I wanted my soulmate to feel that. Whenever things got dark or lonely for them, that they could look at their arm, and see how beautiful and bright it was, and they would know that things would get better. That not everything is dark. I wanted them to be bold and comfortable with who they are, unlike me, and wear it proudly for all to see. And to know that I would come find them, and love them with all that I am.âÂ
Josh blushed again as his voice trailed off, suddenly feeling like he shared too much. He glanced around the room, taking in everyoneâs expressions. My classmateâs mouths all hung open in wonder, and even the teacher had to subtly wipe away a stray tear. âThatâs beautiful Joshua, thank you for sharing that.âÂ
I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat. That was his reason for putting this huge piece on my arm. I suddenly felt like the biggest asshole ever, never once interpreting my soulmark that way. Instead I had been ashamed of it. Josh deserved someone so much better than me.
âYou can sit in the empty seat next to Y/N. Welcome to our class Josh.â the teacher directed.Â
I felt my pulse pick up. No, no, no, this was bad, I couldn't handle this. I wasnât ready.
Josh scooted into the seat next to me, giving me a shy, yet warm smile as he did so. âHey, Iâm Josh.â he held his hand out for me to shake. In my panic, I ignored his hand and just nodded, before turning away. My chest constricted at the look of hurt that flashed over Joshâs face. Why am I acting like this?
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out to see a text from Jenna.Â
Jenny Bean 9:15am
I think I just met my soulmate.....
I quickly tapped out a reply.
Me too....
When the bell rang, I rushed out of class, desperate to get away. Josh had kept glancing at me all through the period, and my soulmark had itched furiously at his proximity.Â
Josh didn't have any other morning classes with me, but I still couldnât focus on my lessons with thoughts of him swimming through my mind. I should be happy that he was around, and that he seemed sweet and thoughtful, if his interpretation of our soulmark was any indication. So why did I feel like I was the wrong one for him? That the soulmark had appeared on my skin by accident? Â
I shook my head, feeling nauseous again. I should be happy damn it! It wasnât until I plopped down next to Jenna at our lunch table, that I noticed the two new additions to our group. I glanced up from the table to see Josh sitting right across from me, studying me quietly. Jenna was turned away from me, her head lowered as she and another new boy whispered to each other. Huge smiles were spread across their faces, and they were sitting way too close for people who just met. This must be her soulmate. One look at his bare left arm, and my suspicions were confirmed.Â
The two were completely oblivious to their surroundings, which tended to happen when soulmates began bonding.Â
âThatâs Tyler,â a deep voice told me. I glanced over again at Josh, who smiled tentatively. âHeâs my best friend, but I guess Iâll have to share him now that heâs found his soulmate.â Josh chuckled and my stomach clenched at the sound. Why was everything about him so attractive?Â
I didnât reply and just nodded. Joshâs face fell again, and I mentally kicked myself for being such a dick.Â
Brendon clapped an arm over Joshâs shoulders, âThatâs Y/N, she takes a really long time to open up to people, so donât be too offended by her silent nature. The only reason she hangs out with me is because I sort of forced myself on her. She just canât escape all this goodness.â Brendonâs eyebrows wiggled as he gestured over his body. I couldnât help but laugh, and Brendonâs face lit up with the victory. A smile played at Joshâs lips as well.Â
âOh okay, Iâll try and be patient then.â Josh said, glancing at me again with a small smirk. Butterflies decided to dance around my stomach then, and my arm itched. I scratched at it the same time that I noticed Josh scratch his. He noticed this as well and lifted a brow. âWhatâs your soulmark? If you donât mind me asking...â
âOh- itâs uh...â I looked anywhere but at Josh as I tried to decide what to do.
âY/N doesnât like to show her soulmark, itâs too personal for her. Even Brendon and I don't know what it is, and weâve known her for years.â Sarah piped up. I was silently grateful.Â
Josh tilted his head, âArenât you afraid you wonât find your soulmate if you donât show it off? What if they walked by you but never knew you were theirs because they couldn't see the mark?âÂ
I glanced down at Joshâs arm, he had his right sleeve pulled up slightly, showing off some of the brown and green of the mark. Mine itched again, but I ignored it.Â
âIâm afraid to meet my soulmate..â my voice was barely above a whisper, and Josh had to lean forward to make out what I said in the loud cafeteria.Â
âWhy would you be afraid?â he asked, his voice dripping with concern.Â
I looked away from him, my eyes not really focusing on anything. âI donât know I just, Iâm afraid that I wonât be good enough for them. Or theyâll be disappointed that itâs me.â My eyes finally met Joshâs again, my cheeks burning. His eyes were filled with a sort of sadness, but also some understanding.Â
âI get that. But you know, the universe chose you two to be together for a reason. Your soulmate would be able to look past all the things that youâre insecure about, and probably wouldnât even see them as flaws.â He looked down at his lap, playing with his fingers absentmindedly.Â
âA-as far as I can tell...thereâs nothing that you should be insecure about....â he stuttered. Joshâs cheeks flushed as he looked away, as if unable to believe that he just said that. I coughed, trying to release some of the tightness from my throat.Â
âT-thank you.â
It was then that Jenna and Tyler joined our conversation, some of the initial soulmate bonding energy subsiding. Conversation flowed easily between the group for the rest of lunch. I learned some more about Tyler and Josh, but elected not to speak at all on it. I instead chose to sit quietly, stealing glances every so often at Josh. More times than not, when I looked up at him, his eyes were already on me.Â
My soulmark itched.Â
Breadbin 4:08pm
Yo. Iâm having a party tonight at my house. Youâre coming. You don't have a choice.Â
I groaned slightly as I plopped down on my bed.Â
Do I have to?Â
My phone buzzed instantly.Â
Breadbin 4:09pm
Bitch, what did I just say?
I typed out a quick âfineâ to Brendon before going to get ready for the party.Â
By the time I got to his house, there were already a ton of people there and loud music blasting through the speakers. Didnât people realize this was a school night?Â
My arm itched again and I knew Josh must be here. I found Jenna and Tyler over by the drinks, and weaved my way through the crowd over to them. Jennaâs face lit up when her eyes fell on me, and a smile eased over Tylerâs mouth as well. The pair were holding hands and practically glowing, their matching soulmarks on full display. It was freaking adorable.Â
âHey lovebirds.â I greeted. Jenna giggled and Tyler moved so his arm was around Jennaâs waist, before planting a kiss on her cheek. I always marveled at how quickly soulmates bonded. These two looked as if they had already been dating for a few months with how comfortable they were with each other.Â
âWhereâs Josh?â Jenna asked Tyler. I narrowed my eyes at her, knowing full well what she was doing.Â
Tyler shrugged, âDunno, heâs around here somewhere. Iâll go look for him.â Tyler left the two of us, but not until he placed another kiss on Jennaâs cheek.Â
âWhat are you doing?â I demanded.Â
Jenna just shrugged, a huge smile on her face. âHeâs your soulmate Y/N. Iâm just trying to bring you two together.âÂ
I glowered at her, âYou know Iâm not ready.âÂ
âNo, I know you think you arenât ready. But the universe has brought him into your life, and Iâm not going to let you waste this opportunity.âÂ
âJenna-â
âNo. Listen to me Y/N. Josh probably already feels the pull towards you. He was in a few of my classes today and kept asking about you. He even asked about your soulmark again- I didnât tell him, calm down!- but heâs a good guy, and he deserves to know. Both of you deserve to be happy.âÂ
I stared at my shoes for a moment after she was done, taking in what she said. âI just, I donât want him to hate me...â I could feel the back of my throat burning and tears stinging my eyes as they threatened to spill over.Â
Jennaâs voice softened and she brought me into a hug. âY/N you are smart, funny, talented, and so so beautiful. Youâre even a joy to be around once you open up to people. Thereâs no way Josh could be disappointed that itâs you.âÂ
I let her hold me for a minute as my thoughts swirled in my head. When I quietly nodded, she released me and gave me a reassuring nod. âThanks Jenna.âÂ
She smiled warmly. âIâm always here for you bud.âÂ
The two of us went and found Tyler, who still hadnât seen Josh, but didn't seem worried about it. Instead we mingled a bit, introducing Tyler to some of the people from our school. His hand never left Jennaâs.Â
At one point I found myself sitting alone on the couch in Brendonâs living room. He was uproariously dancing on the coffee table, face flushed from the alcohol. I laughed as I watched him, feeling myself relax in the familiarity of his antics.Â
The couch dipped beside me, and I looked over to see Josh. He smiled at me, waving slightly. âHey.âÂ
âHey.âÂ
We fell silent again, both our gazes wandering to Brendon. âSo uh- how are you?â Josh asked.Â
I shrugged, glancing at him, âIâm alright. How are- are you settling in? A big party is probably a lot to deal with after just meeting all of us.âÂ
Josh laughed, and I tried to ignore the way my heart skipped a beat at that. âThatâs alright. I like being around people, and itâs probably better meeting everyone all at once this way. Like ripping off a band aid.âÂ
I nodded at that, chuckling to myself. âI suppose so.â
After another small silence, Josh asked me more about myself, like what my interests were, and what type of music I liked. We both bonded over liking the same bands, and he suggested some new ones to me, as well as the fact that we both loved cats, the x-files, and cereal was most definitely itâs own food group. I lost track of time talking to him, it was so easy, and I felt some of my walls dropping. My soulmark itched the entire time.Â
Suddenly, Brendon plopped himself into my lap, planting a sloppy wet kiss on my cheek. âY/N!â he yelled, slurring slightly, âCome dance with me!â Josh laughed as Brendon hopped off my lap and grabbed my wrists, pulling me up. We stumbled, and the sleeve on my right arm pushed up slightly. The three of us froze, the colors on my arm clearly visible.Â
My eyes flew to Josh, whoâs gaze was fixed on my mark. My stomach coiled tightly.Â
âI-is that?â Brendon began, his eyes drifting from my arm to Josh.
Before anything else could be said, I shook myself free of Brendonâs grasp, and bolted from the house. I heard Josh call my name behind me, but I ignored him and kept running, my insecurities running wild inside my head.Â
âY/N, please! Stop!â Josh shouted, his footsteps echoing on the empty street behind me. He finally reached me, grabbing my elbow to pull me to a halt. I refused to make eye contact with him, not turning around. He released me when he was sure I would no longer run. The two of us stood there, in the chilly night air, our breaths coming in rapid huffs.Â
âCan I see?â he asked quietly.Â
I shook my head, but turned around to face him, eyes still focused on my shoes.Â
âWhy?â he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.Â
It felt stupid, but tears began to fall, burning my cheeks as they slid down. âBecause I- Iâm not good enough.âÂ
I could see Josh shake his head in my peripherals. After what felt like an eternity, âPlease.â he whispered. âPlease, Iâve been waiting for so long... Please donât hide from me.âÂ
I didnât respond, but I didn't pull away when Josh gently took my arm. He slowly pushed up my sleeve, each second feeling like an hour. Finally the entirety of my mark was exposed, and I could hear Joshâs breath catch. A sob escaped my lips.
This was it. He would hate me now. Heâs probably so upset that itâs me that he gets stuck with. This ugly, weird, awkward girl, whoâs not good at anything or worth much. I wouldnât be surprised if he walked away right there.Â
But Josh didn't walk away. Instead, he surprised both of us and crashed his lips into mine. Hands gripping desperately at my hips and lower back, drawing me against him. Stars exploded behind my closed eyelids, and my stomach did somersaults. I kissed him back, marveling at the taste of him. There was mint and coffee, and a little bit of sweetness that I couldn't place. He smelled like cinnamon and wood smoke, and heat bloomed in my lower abdomen.Â
My soulmark no longer itched, but instead burned lightly. It wasnât an unpleasant feeling, it instead felt so, so right.Â
When Josh finally came up for air, he leaned his forehead against mine, hands not letting me escape his closeness. âYou are the most beautiful, and perfect person that I have ever laid my eyes on. I had a feeling-â He pulled back, tilting his head up to look at the night sky, a wet gleam in his eyes. âI had a feeling, that moving here would be good for me. That something was waiting for me.â He brought his eyes down to meet mine, and I couldnât look away. âThen when I saw you in class- it sounds so stupid- but my mark itched, and I hoped that it was you.âÂ
I was crying harder now, and Josh gently wiped away the tears that fell, still clutching me tightly to him. âIâm so sorry, I just, I let my insecurities get to me, and I couldn't bring myself to-â
âShh, it's okay. We all have our insecurities. But I want you to know,â he placed a kiss on my lips again, butterflies jolted through me, âthat I will do whatever I can, every day, to show you how perfect you are.âÂ
I nodded, burying my face in his chest, relishing his warmth around me. I mumbled into his chest, and he leaned down, his warm breath on my ear. âWhat?â he asked gently.Â
âIs it too early to say that I love you?â I asked.Â
He laughed, clutching me tighter, as impossible as that seemed.Â
âYouâre my soulmate. You can love me whenever you feel like. And honestly,â Josh cupped my face in his hands, bringing my eyes up to meet his again, âI think Iâve loved you long before I met you.âÂ
I smiled, and met his lips in another kiss.
I never hid my soulmark after that night.
#josh dun x reader#josh dun#tyler joseph#brendon urie#sarah urie#jenna joseph#twenty one pilots#twenty one pilots imagine#twenty one pilots fanfic#soulmate au#tattoo#insecurities#angst#denile#denial
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Baby Fever
Brendon x Reader X Sarah
y/n laid on her stomach on the couch scrolling through Instagram. Well more like looking at all the pictures of her friends baby pictures. Her heart swelled looking at them. She wanted one. She felt ready to have a baby. But she never told Brendon ans Sarah. y/n thought that maybe Brendon wouldnât want one right now with where he is right now and him always touring. She would just have to live with baby fever for now. â Hey baby.â, Brendon says walking into the living room. âHiâ, she says. He lays down on top of her, more to the side so he doesn't crush her. â What are you doing?â, He asked kissing her cheek. â Just looking through Instagram.â, she says sighing. He rested his chin on her shoulder , watching as she scrolls through the pictures Jenna posted of Rose. Y/n sighs looking sadly at the pics. â You okay baby?â, Brendon ask. âYeah Iâm fine. Can you let me up? I need to go to the bathroomâ, Y/n says. He nods and rolls over letting her go. He watched as she walked away. He sat there wondering what could be the matter. Brendon gets up looking for Sarah. He finds her in the kitchen making lunch. â Hey B.â, she says looking at him briefly. â Hey,â he says coming behind her kissing her cheek. He leans against the counter watching her. âHave you noticed that y/nâs been a bit strange?â, Brendon ask her. Sarah shakes her head , â No why?â. He shrugs, â I donât know. she just seems sad lately to me.â. â Like how?â, Sarah ask putting the food on plates. â Well just now she was scrolling through insta looking at some pics of Rose that Jenna posted and she sighed sadly. When I ask if she was okay she just seemed down to me.â, Brendon says following Sarah to the living room with the food. Sarah starts laughing. âWHat?â, Brendon ask confused . Sarah putts the food down and then turns to him. She puts her hands of his shoulders shaking him lightly. â B, I love you but some times you are so stupid.â, Sarah says laughing. He looks at her confused. ây/n has baby fever!â, she says. âbaby fever?â, brendon says. Sarah rolls her eyes at him, âYes , Sheâs ready/wants a baby.â. Brendon is about to say something else when y/n walks back in. They both look at her. Y/n stops,â What?â. Sarah looks at Brendon then back at y/n. She opens her mouth to say something, but Brendon cuts her off. â Nothing!â, y/n looks at sarah , who rolls her eyes at B and mouths to her â Tell you laterâ, They all sit down to eat and watch an episode of TigerKing.Â
Later
Brendon walks into the kitchen. Where Sarah is cleaning up from dinner, while y/n is setting up for them to watch some movies. âIf she wants a baby why doesnât she just talk to us about it?â, Brendon ask Sarah. Sarah sighed , â B, itâs not us its you.â. She says putting away the last dish and turns to him. â Me?â, he ask sadly. â Yes b, you and at the top of your game. Your touring and doing all these things. DO you think its really time to have a baby?â, sarah says. Brendon doesn't say anything he just looks down leaning against the counter. â We can work around that stuff. Even if it means I have to sacrifice some things. Which i Know I wouldnât have toâ, Brendon says. â I know that and you know that. But to y/n she thinks that you arnât going to want kids right now.â, Sarah says. Brenon stands there looking down wondering what to do. He does want kids he would love to have little ones running around. Hes just not sure how to go about this to y/n. Y/n comes into the kitchen. â You guys ready for the movies?â, y/n asked looks at them. Sarah nods smiling at her heading to the living room, â Iâm picking first!â. Y/n laughs at her and turns to Brendon. âyou coming?â, she asked. Brendon nods ,â Yeah Iâll be there in a bit.â. Y/n frowns softly at him, :are you okay?â. He smiles down at her. âYeah just thinking about somethings.â. y/n leans up and kisses him , â okay well stop. Itâs movie night!â. He laughs at her kissing her again. âOkay , okay lets go then.â, he says. Brendon grabs her hip spinning her around and pushing her towards the living room.Â
After a movie and a half, Brendon pause it saying he needs to go to the bathroom. Y/n looks at Sarah laying her head on Sarahs chest. âWhats going on with him?â, y/n ask. Sarah sighed, â Earlier today he was asking about why you have been a bit down and looking at pics of little Rose. I told him it sound like you have baby fever.â. She says looking down at y/n playing with her hair. y/n blushes , âoh.â. â I think he feels guilty , due to you not wanting to tell him you want a baby.â, Sarah says. âI just felt like It would be like pressuring him when heâs not ready due to his music stuff.â, y/n says softly. â Baby girl if you just said something we could have talked about it and made a plan.â, Brendon says walking in have hearing them talking. Y/n blushes more looking down at her hands. Brendon knees in front of her, â and we probably would all ready have a baby or have you or Sarah pregnant.â. y/n looks up at him, âReally?â. âyes really! Of cores I want either of you to have my kids.â, he says reaching out and softly rubbing her cheek. y/n smiles and attacks him to hug him. He laughs caught her. Brendon stands up and hugs her tight. He puts her down and kiss her. â I love you baby girl.â, he says. â I love you tooâ. he says. Brendon smiles at her before picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. â Brendon!â, y/n yells/giggles. He smacks her ass heading to their room, â well there is only one way to have a baby!â. He stops and turns back to the living room. â Sarah? You coming?â, He ask. â Oh Iâm invited?â , Sarah says standing up. Brendon Walks over and picks her up as well. Sarah and y/n started giggling and Brendon rushes them to the bedroom.Â
After see the pics of Rose , Jenna , And Tyler i have baby fever now. So Im making a little sires of poly Brendon and Sarah having a baby. What should the gender be and what should the name be? -MM
#brendon urie#brendon#brendon and sarah#brendon and sarah urie#brendon urie imagines#Brendon and Sarah Urie poly imagines#Brendon and Sarah poly imagines#brendon and sarah urie poly#Poly#poly imagines#brendon and sarah and reader#Brednon x sarah x reader#brendonx reader x sarah#brendon x reader x sarah#brendon urie x reader#brendon urie imagine#brendon urie x reader x sarah urie#sarah#sarah urie#sarah urie imagine#sarah urie x reader#baby fever#Urie imagines#brendon urie and sarah urie poly#brendon urie and sarah urie poly imagines#MM
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Kitten 7
AU with VLV!B. Fluff and smut. Part of my Kitten series. Thanks and appreciation to @dirty-urie as always.
Reader x Brendon x Sarah.
Warnings: So...weâve (@beautiful-tragic-fallout) created a points system for smut.
0.25 for handjob
0.25 for fingering
0.5 for blowing him
0.5 for going down on her
0.75-1.0 for sex, vanilla or extra-slutty behavior (yeah I make changes to the point system)
1.5-2.0 for sex, advanced positions
3.0 for bondage, spanking, exhibitionism / other kinks (threesome / toy-incorporated sex), public sex, or whatever else I decide is worth a 3.
This chapter has a score of 7, along with dirty talk, general language, kitten!kink, mention of toys, âdirtyâ praise, and some angst at the beginning. They donât use condoms; please do.
Word count: 10.4k
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The three of you are watching the large tv; your fingers are deep in Sarahâs hair while Brendon leans back, one hand resting possessively on her thigh. Sarah seems invested, and Brendon is making all the appropriate noises at the appropriate times, as far as you can tell. But youâre pretending; youâre far away. Your eyes have glazed over, and your fingers no longer scratch at her scalp affectionately.
You blink once - twice. You can feel the tears coming. âIâ excuse me,â you mumble, lifting Sarahâs shoulders so you can wiggle out from under her. You bolt for the stairs, and you can hear both Sarah and Brendon calling after you.
Youâve flung yourself down on the bed in your private room, and you can still hear their voices downstairs. Theyâre talking lower now, so you canât quite make out what theyâre saying. You roll onto your back, hands covering your face as the tears pour.
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Sarah is stricken, and she leans into Brendon, asking if they should both go upstairs. âNo,â he says finally, closing his eyes. âNo, Iâll go up. I think I know what this is about, andâŚno, baby, just let me go for now. Iâll call for you if we need you?â He looks worried, and Sarah nods, stroking his hand.
âIâll go up and wait in my room,â she whispers, kissing him softly on the cheek. âCall me if either of you need me.â
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Brendon taps at your door before opening it slowly. He pads into the room, but doesnât come too close. You can see him out of the corner of your eye, and you reach for him without turning.
âHi, my sweet Kitten,â Brendon murmurs, and you feel a fresh wave of hot tears spill over. You flip to press your face into the pillow, not wanting him to see you upset.
âKitten,â he says softly, crossing the room to sit next to you on the bed. âLove, can you lift your head for me?â You shake your head, crying harder. Itâs one thing to be crying over Sarahâs apparent rejection, but now youâre crying over Brendon seeing you crying too. You know he hates seeing you hurt. âKitten, my love, you need to lift your head so I can put this towel down.â
You sniffle and look at him now, visibly confused. âWell, youâve always told me that your silk pillowcases canât go in the wash; they canât get wet. I canât imagine tears are good for them. And while I likely canât solve the real reason youâre crying, I can attempt to prevent you from crying over ruined silk sheets in the future.â He smiles at you sweetly, gesturing with his free hand to the towel in his left hand.
âThank you, B,â you mumble, rolling onto your back and sitting up so he can drape the towel across your pillow. Now that itâs safe from your tears, you drop your head back down and press it into the towel. âItâs stupid. Iâm being stupid.â
âNo, youâre not,â Brendon chides, scooting onto the bed fully and reaching for you. When he brushes your arm, you go limp, letting him pull you into his lap. âDonât talk badly about my wife. I wonât stand for it; you know that. Iâll have to spank you.â He tickles your side lightly and you give a feeble laugh. The two of you have never been into corporal punishment, but he has been known to spank you when you talk badly about yourself. âThere she is. Thereâs my best girl,â he murmurs once youâre settled against him, curled against his bare chest with your head on his shoulder. âLetâs talk about what happened downstairs, huh?â
You whimper, and he runs a soothing hand down your back. âShe doesnât wantââ is all you manage, before breaking down again. Brendon is quiet, just letting his head rest on top of yours. His arms are snug around you, and you can feel his heartbeat. Itâs steadying and reassuring, so you wiggle a bit to place a palm over his heart. âGive me a second,â you whisper, and he nods.
When you feel like you can talk again, you take a deep breath and look up at him. âShe doesnât want to be as serious as we do.â
Brendon gives you an incredulous look, opens his mouth, closes it, and then starts again. âI think we were in different conversations, sweetheart. I didnât come to that conclusion at all.â
âNo?â
âNo,â Brendon says firmly, shaking his head. âShe doesnât want a big, public thing. She doesnât want a ton of attention. She just wants us. Thatâs all.â
âThatâs all?â You feel yourself getting a little shrill, and try to tamp it down. âHow can we ever get more serious if she doesnât want the public knowing?â
Brendon pauses for a moment, then studies your face. âOkay, think about it this way. How much more serious can we get, my love? Realistically. She already lives with us. Travels with you whenever you come to me. Weâre â all of us â open about how in love we are with each other. Weâre incredibly intimate, all the time. Weâre constantly all over each other. Sheâs deep in every part of our lives. Weâve built a life with her. Weâre serious, Kitten, in every way: physically, emotionally, and proximally.â
âButâŚbut we bought aââ
âWe did, yes. And we can still give it to her, you know. It just wonât be during a big splashyâŚthing.â He gestures lazily, and you lean against him while you think.
âYou really donât think it means sheâs pulling away? That she wants to leave us?â
Brendon laughs softly, affectionately, and kisses your temple. âNot even for a minute. Hold on.â He turns slightly toward your door and calls for Sarah. You hear her door fling open and her running down the hall. Within moments, sheâs shoving your door open and flying onto the bed, wrapping you both in her arms.
âKitten, my sweet girl,â she whispers, and you donât mean to, but you choke on a sob. âKitten, baby, whatâs wrong?â Sarah is frantic now, and you cling to her, letting the tears come.
âPlease, donât leave us,â you beg, and she tenses under your grasp. You didnât mean to blurt it out; you hate yourself for begging. But itâs out there now.
âLove, why would Iâ why would you think Iâ baby, no. Iâm not leaving. Can we talk about this?â You pull away from her and twist to look between her and Brendon. Sheâs giving him a wild look, and heâs calm, just petting your hair.
âYou said,â you pause and hiccup, whimpering and sniffling. âYou said you didnât want the world to know, you wanted to stay hidden away. You donât want to be a spectacle.â
âYes,â Sarah agrees slowly, sounding hesitant. âAnd thatâs true. But I also said I love you both so much, and I want to keep our love ours. Wanting the privacy that I agreed to in that NDA â that your very good lawyers drew up, by the way â from four years ago doesnât mean I donât want you.â She gives you a pointed look and you try to convince your brain that sheâs the reasonable one right now, but your emotions are too strong.
âBut,â you protest, âhow will we ever get more serious if the world canât know?â
Sarah sputters a laugh. âKitten, really? I live with you. I spend practically every night in your bed. Iâm so wildly in love with you and Brendon and I say it all the time. Iâd like to think I show it just as often. How could we get more serious than where we are now? Iâm genuinely asking.â
You avoid her eyes, fiddling with your engagement ring. She must be watching though, because she inhales sharply and you feel her shift to look at Brendon. You can practically hear her brain spinning, and you know sheâs wondering if sheâs overthinking this. Itâs up to Brendon now. He shrugs at you before nodding at Sarah, and she exhales slowly, processing. Meanwhile, your breath is stuck in your throat. âOh. Oh, Kitten,â she whispers finally. âMy love. I see.â She squeezes your hand, and her thumb nudges yours out of the way to rub over the diamond Brendon put on your hand eight years ago.
âYou said,â you mumble, still not meeting her eyes. âYou said in the tub you wished we couldâŚwell I guess I thought you were going to say you wished we could go on a honeymoon. So I thoughtâŚI thought that meant you wantedâŚbut then you saidâŚâ
âKitten,â Sarah breathes, cupping your chin to lift your head and meet her eyes. âBaby. If it were possible, I need you to know I absolutely would. No hesitation.â
Brendon gives a tiny sigh of relief, and you blink back tears. âWe wanted toâŚask you. We planned something for tomorrow.â
âAt Disneyland?â She sounds absolutely horrified, and you laugh in spite of yourself. âKitten - thatâd be mayhem. Chaos. Our lives would - life as we know it would implode. Love, no offense but thatâs insane.â
âBut, eventually, it would pass! And then everyone would know youâre ours! And weâre yours!â
She twists to Brendon now. âOkay, spill, Urie. How did she convince you? That NDA was pretty thoroughâ dare I say ironclad. AlthoughâŚâ A sly smile plays on her lips, and you poke her impatiently. She laughs a little before continuing. âFucked me once without a condom and youâre ready to throw all the paperwork away?â
Brendon laughs, and you do too. You slip from his lap and Sarah shifts to lay on the other side of you so youâre being spooned by her and cuddled against Brendonâs chest. âWhile that certainly helped,â he teases, âKitten got me by appealing to my, shall we say, possessive nature.â
Sarah makes a soft sound against your neck, pressing kisses to your skin and clutching your hips while Brendon reaches for hers. âGo on.â
âSarah, baby, I love when weâre around people who already know, and I get to grab you and kiss you and push you up against things and call you mine. But I also miss just being able to flirt and be silly and snuggly together âthe three of us. I want to pull you both into my lap and take a nap on the bus and not stress about which driver we have. I want to hold your hands when weâre out, want to show you off, want to take you both out to dinner, kiss you both, be yours,â he admits. âIâm so tired of seeing Mike fake-flirt with you when we go on group outings. I want to keep you and Kitten close to me, keep my girls as close as possible, and I want everyone to work to make you just as happy as they make Kitten, simply because youâre mine too.â
âRight,â you agree, pressing back into her. âI love our love, love how you make me feel, love knowing how I make you feel. Fuck, I especially love watching you with Brendon and knowing you both make each other as wild as you make me. I love you. I fucking love you, Sarah. And I want to scream it so loud that literally everyone knows how much I love you. How much both of us love you.â
âI know how much you love me,â Sarah murmurs. âIsnât that enough? Canât it be?â She sounds a little broken, and you hate that youâve brought this up. But if itâs already on the table, you think, might as well be honest.
âIt should be,â you admit, closing your eyes and sighing. âI know it should be enough. But itâs justâŚnot. I want to go out with you in public, touch you, kiss you. Sarah, I love you and youâre mine and Iâm yours and I justâŚâ you flail in frustration and sheâs smiling against your neck.
âMy loves are selfish,â she teases, and you and Brendon both nod without any hesitation. He grins down at you, and youâre so grateful to her for lightening the mood. She nibbles at your neck now, making you giggle and squirm. âMy loves like making sure I know who I belong to, hmmm?â
âAnd who belongs to you,â Brendon adds, and Sarah plants a sweet kiss on your lips when you turn to face her.
âYou are both mine, arenât you?â She plays with a lock of your hair, twisting it in her fingers, and you can feel Brendon, now spooning you, nod too. âMy loves,â she sighs happily, and you cling to her when she adjusts so your legs are tangled together. âOkay, Iâm not saying no. But I am saying we need to discuss it more and maybe get creative.â She cups your face and smiles at you adoringly. âMy sweet Kitten.â You agree breathlessly, moaning happily when she crushes her mouth to yours.
âI would like to point out,â Brendon murmurs, caressing your arm, âthat Sarah just echoed you, Kitten, when I brought this up originally.â
âYou?â Sarah looks a little stunned, and you laugh, nodding. âWait, you brought this up first?â
âHe did!â You squeal, your tears dry and glee spreading through you now. Sarah is wide-eyed and you think maybe she isnât breathing, so you kiss her again. âHe did. I said yes, of courseââ
âAfter scaring me half to death by telling me we couldnât,â Brendon interrupts, and you protest, wriggling around to face him once more. âOkay,â he continues, holding up both hands, âshe just meant legally.â
âWell, yeah,â Sarah intones, and you huff in protest, rolling over to lay flat on your back. âOh, Kitten, donât be like that,â she says with a small laugh. âIâm just saying youâre right.â
âI am,â you mutter, and she and Brendon both smile down at you indulgently. âI am right, and the public knowing about you is a great idea.â
âYou know what I think?â Sarah murmurs this now, running her fingers idly up your arm and back down. âI think my girl is just feeling greedy, wanting everyone to know how good she and her husband fuck me.â
âI meanâŚâ you let the words hang there, and Brendon nudges you, laughing under his breath. âNo, Iâm serious! Thereâs that one fan photo of you coming off the bus walking weird, and now all of the internet thinks Mike is some sex god, when it was me and Brendon who fucked you so hard you couldnât walk right for three days!â Youâre indignant, and Sarah rolls her eyes a little, grinning all the same. âMike is great and allââ you twist to look at Brendon when he makes a small noise of surprise. âI mean personality-wise, you goose, not sex-wise,â you say fondly, pecking Brendon on the nose. âBut I donât want him getting credit for our fuck! It was my husbandâs cock that did that! And I watched!â
Sarah is flat on her back laughing now, one hand covering her eyes and the other pressed to her chest. âI love you so much, Kitten,â she finally manages. âSo much. So much that I will let you attempt to convince me to go public, and I promise I will give you a fair chance when I think about it.â She raises one eyebrow at you, and you hold out your hand to shake on it. âOn one condition. You let me eat you out like my life depends on it while B fucks me so good that I canât stand up after.â You and Brendon both catch your breath and turn to each other. âWell?â Sarah looks at you expectantly.
âI think,â Brendon murmurs, âwe can accept that condition.â
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âOh fuck,â you gasp as her tongue flicks over your clit. âWhy â why am I the one getting rewarded here? Fuck, Sarah, your mouth is so good!â
âBecause I love this wet cunt,â Sarah gasps against you. âLove eating my Kitten out.â Her fingers clutch at your hips and she buries her face in you again. Brendon is behind her, and heâs keeping his promise; his thrusts are hard and deep. âHarder,â Sarah manages, and you and Brendon both moan.
âIâm gonna leave bruises if I go any harder,â Brendon warns, and Sarah lifts her head. Her mouth is slick with you and she turns to face him wordlessly, her eyes narrowed. âUnless you want the bruises,â Brendon stammers, and Sarah beams at him.
âI wouldnât say I want them,â she corrects, resting her head on your hip and breathing hard. âBut I want your cock as deep in me as you can go, and I want it fast and rough, so if bruises are the price I payâ oh fuck, yeah B, thatâs good just like that, fuck my cunt,â she chokes out, and you yelp when she bites down on your hip.
âLeave marks on me,â you whine, squirming under her. She nods, suckling at the bite now, and you moan under the rubbing of her tongue. âThatâs right, baby. Mark me up. Now eat me.â Sarah laughs at your bossiness but obliges, dipping her tongue back into you and curling her fingers.
âFucking love watching you eat my sweet Kitten out,â Brendon grunts, and the rapid sound of his hips slamming against Sarah is pushing you closer to the edge. âLick her clit, finger her just like I showed you - make her come, make our pretty girl come.â
âYouâre about to make our pretty girl come,â you tell him, watching Sarahâs eyes close. âYouâre fucking her so good; sheâs gonna come all over your cock. Sheâs moaning all low, oh shit baby, lick it! Fuck yeah, sheâs gonna be our messy girl, arenât you?â She nods, and you squirm, reaching for Brendon.
He leans forward and itâs a stretch, but your fingers brush. He groans when you clasp his hand, and Sarahâs eyes go wide; you know she must feel his cock throbbing in her. âDonât come in me, hold on just a bit longer. Iâm so fucking close,â she begs, and Brendon lets out a tight laugh.
âTrying real hard not to come, sweetness. But between those sounds youâre making while you eat our girlâs pussy, how good your cunt feels on my cock, and seeing Kitten totally blissed out, itâs a real challenge. Iâll pull out if Iâ fuck, youâre both so hot, youâre making me fucking crazy. I gotta come.â
âDonât come in her,â you tell him. âEven if it would mean me eating her out to get every drop of you on my tongue where your cum belongs.â
Sarah whines, Brendon gasps, and you grin, sticking your tongue out at them both and wiggling it suggestively.
âNow,â Sarah hisses, and she buries her face in you, shrieking and licking her way through her climax. Brendon is frozen, head tossed back as she comes around his cock. As soon as Sarahâs breathing evens out, he pulls away and collapses on his back beside you. âGotta come, Kitten,â he groans, stroking himself urgently.
âNot yet,â you beg, and Brendon grunts in his effort to stay in control. His back arches as he thrusts into his fist, and the sound of his labored breathing drives you wild. His arm flexes as he grips his cock at the base, and you whine, reaching for him as beads of pre-cum glisten at the tip. âIn my mouth, B. Come in my mouth, gimme.â Sarah is working urgently between your thighs, and youâre writhing, gasping, scratching at the sheets. âIâm gonna come, want you to come in my mouth,â you demand.
Brendon gets to his knees and kneels beside you, eyes dark as you squirm under Sarahâs fingers and tongue. Heâs stroking his cock slowly, breathing hard through his nose. You beckon him closer, reaching for him so you can wrap your hand around his. âKitten, Iâm not gonnaââ
âMouth,â you insist, and Brendon bites down on his lip just as the head of his cock brushes against your lower lip.
Sarah groans against you, and you close your lips over him. âFuck me, your mouth is heaven,â Brendon sighs with his eyes shut tight. âCome on her face,â he tells you, and youâve always prided yourself on following his instructions. You claw at the sheets and shriek around his cock, and Sarah moans happily, lapping at you.
Your mouth tightens around his cock and you feel him twitch once, twice, and then heâs coming, chanting your name, petting your hair, sinking down and letting you take more of him in your mouth.
Sarah is collapsed between your thighs, her soaked face resting against your stomach. Youâre still spread wide, one hand on Brendonâs cock, keeping him in place, and the other digging small crevices into the mattress under you. Brendon is panting now, finally done and slumped down beside you, and you swallow with satisfaction before licking your lips.
âYouâre a freak, you know that, Kitten?â Brendon asks the question breathlessly, laughing when you grin and nod without any comment. Instead, you reach down and rub your fingers against yourself, getting them thoroughly wet, before pressing them to his mouth. He groans and sucks happily, while Sarah reaches for him. Youâre perfectly content as their hands interlock over your chest, his tongue still licking over your fingers.
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âI suppose youâre wondering what movie Iâve chosen,â you announce two nights later as Brendon and Sarah settle on the couch and you pace in front of the wall-mounted TV.
âI hope itâs The Aristocats,â Brendon murmurs, and Sarah groans. âWhat? Itâs how Kitten got her nickname!â
âOne, I refuse to believe that,â Sarah says, holding up one finger and then another. âTwo, I cannot. I just cannot; please do not make me.â
âBut Kitten has a full tap number to Everybody Wants to Be a Cat,â Brendon protests. Sarah sighs, closes her eyes, and pinches the bridge of her nose before looking at you.
âYou tap dance?â
âI do not,â you reply proudly. âMy routine is deeply terrible. Brendon loves it.â
âYou are both freaks,â Sarah declares, laughing and moving like sheâs going to get off the couch. Brendon hooks an arm around her waist and she squeals as you look on affectionately.
âItâs not any movie, actually. I want to use my turn for movie night to present to you an opportunity.â
They both freeze and look at you, Brendon a bit more wary than Sarah. âThis sounds like a pyramid scheme, Kitten,â he warns, and you roll your eyes. âIâm going to change all of our phone passwords so you canât bully our friends into joiniâow, Iâm kidding, Iâm kidding!â Brendon laughs when you pounce on him and bite at his ear.
âUh huh,â you murmur, stroking his chest. âBe careful, or Iâll let you keep getting too many or not enough amino acids.â
âNot my amino acids,â he gasps with a broad smile, while Sarah tugs at your hair, bringing you in for a soft kiss. âOh, but this is good too,â Brendon mumbles, watching the two of you. âIs this the opportunity? Are we finally going to make a sex tape? Fuck yes, wanna see my girls get real dirty with each other on camera, touch each other, fuck each other so good. Wanna see you both take the other with toys, make each other come hot and messy, shit Iâll watch it every night on tour and come for you both, oh my god...â he tips his head back and you see him grab his cock through his sweatpants from the corner of your eye.
âNo,â you murmur against Sarahâs mouth, giggling a little. âWeâre not making a sex tape.â
âI just wanted to make out with our girl,â Sarah replies, sounding very distracted.
âExactly. I have a real presentation for you both.â
âBut is a sex tape on the table?â Brendon sounds a little desperate, and you pull away from Sarah to stare at him.
âI donât think thatâs the way you want the three of us to go public,â you murmur, crawling back into his lap and kissing down his neck. He groans when you grind down against his cock, and you bite slightly, relishing the way his pulse jumps under your lips.
âItâs not how I want to go public,â Sarah adds, reaching in between the two of you to rub over Brendonâs dick. He arches into her hand, and she squeezes. âBut afterâŚâ
You and Brendon both whip your heads to look at her. âAfter?â Your eyes are wide and you can feel Brendon, tensed under you. âAs in, youâll let us go public? And then after weâll make a sex tape?â Sarah hesitates, and you barrel on. âBecause if my presentation has gone to waste because youâve already made up your mindâŚâ
âThatâs what your presentation is on?â Brendon sounds both incredulous and disappointed, and you and Sarah both pop him lightly on the shoulder.
âWell it wasnât a pyramid scheme, but now Iâm not going to show you,â you say with a pout, and Brendon rolls his eyes before flipping you over to one side so he can straddle you and make loud snuffling sounds against your neck while he presses his hard cock into you. You squeal, squirming under him, and Sarah laughs, reaching to pin your feet down and hold you still. âTraitor,â you shriek, making Brendon cackle and hold a hand back for Sarah to high-five.
âIf I let you up,â Brendon murmurs in your ear, âwill you please show us your presentation?â
âYes.â
âSarah, release our Kitten,â Brendon declares dramatically. âSheâs agreed to bless us with her PowerPoint skills.â
âI hate you,â you grumble as you trip off the couch. Sarah gasps but you stand upright, arms overhead like a gymnast, and Sarah cheers while Brendon pelts you with cheddar popcorn. âNow prepare to be amazed.â
âIf there arenât star-wipe transitions, Iâm walking out,â Brendon warns, tossing a piece of popcorn in the air and catching it on the tip of his tongue.
You pause by the TV, giving him a long look. âI just have to know; are you this much of a pain in the ass in Panic! meetings?â
âYup.â He catches another piece of popcorn and grins at you. âYou love me anyway.â
âFuck, I really do. So much,â you sigh dreamily, but quickly roll your shoulders back and set up your phone to cast to the TV. âReady?â
Brendon holds out an arm to Sarah, and she burrows into his side. They both give you a thumbs up.
You advance to the first slide, and let them absorb the masterpiece that is your title. âKitten is thatâŚâSarah pauses, and you grin, nodding. âI thought so.â
The background is a closeup photo of Brendon backstage with the two of you. Heâs standing between the two of you, and youâre all facing away from the camera. This shot is zoomed in on his hands though. Heâs got one hand under your skirt, pushing it up just enough to show the curve of your ass off for the camera, and the other is slid into Sarahâs back pocket. Her pants are so tight that you can clearly see the flex of his fingers as he grips her possessively. Across the photo, youâve put in bold: The Benefits of Publicly Acknowledging Our Throuplehood: Or, Reasons People Should Know We Fuck.
âOkay,â you say firmly, clapping your hands together. âLetâs get started. If we go public, itâll be easier to bring you on tour. Brendon can add your travel as a line item because youâre our partner, and we can be open and slutty or adorable and cute whenever we want.â
You advance the slide, and the next photo is the three of you in a pile on the floor of a dressing room with Brendon and Sarah contorted around you. Brendonâs wearing your favorite hoodie and youâve buried your face in his chest. Sarah is curled around you, your legs tangled together and both of her hands wrapped around your stomach. âDamn, weâre cute,â Sarah murmurs, and Brendon tips her face up to his for a soft kiss.
âSo cute,â you agree. âIf weâre public, we donât have to use Mike.â You flip to the next slide, and itâs two side-by-side photos. The first is a posed photo of Mike and Sarah at a club, looking just slightly too awkward to be believable. The other is one Nicole took on your phone in a private room at the same club; Brendonâs backed against a wall with Sarah pressed to his side and kissing down his neck. They each have a hand in your hair as you kneel in front of Brendon, and his belt is clearly undone, pants gaping open as you blow him. Brendonâs other hand is on the hem of Sarahâs dress - heâs lifting it up high and sheâs leaning into him as she balances on one leg, the other leg draped over your shoulder. You can tell from the looks on their faces now that they remember that night; you on your knees for them both in some club in Florida, alternating between sucking him off and eating her out. You were so desperate for praise, and they gave it so freely as you made them both come in your mouth and on your face. âYou tell me which scenario looks better.â
You donât wait for their response; you move on to the next slide. Mikeâs face fills your TV. âHi Sarah, my beloved fake girlfriend,â his prerecorded voice booms. âWhen, uh, Kitten said you were thinking about going public with her and Brendon, I knew I wanted to say something. As your fake boyfriend, I fully support you and I just want whatâs right for you. You can even be the one to dump me.â He grins into the camera, and Sarah laughs as she wipes at her eyes. âIâll punch anyone who gives any of you shit, and not just because Brendonâs my boss - because I love you three, and I think youâre great together. So I know I donât really get a say in what happens, but I think itâs a great idea and Iâll do whatever I can to help. PlusâŚâ he trails off for a moment and you snicker under your breath at what comes next. âPlus, if you three are out to the public, I donât have to stand guard anymore while you, uh, spend time together. And I could maybe date someone for real â not that I havenât loved being your â I donât mean that I love you â well, I do but I donât â Iâm not ââ
You pause the recording and tell them, âit goes on like that for a while.â Brendon laughs and shakes his head, while Sarah looks emotional and is cuddling into Brendon needily. âSee, and if we were â well, if everyone knew, we could just be sweet and snuggly like this all the time.â
âYouâre making good points,â Sarah murmurs as Brendon hauls her into his lap and nuzzles her affectionately. You advance the slides and they both groan; the photo is one of you, splayed naked in the big bed, your arms draped over your head and your legs parted teasingly. âThatâs a very good point,â Sarah adds, and Brendon nods eagerly.
âI thought so,â you say with a small smile. âNow, moving on. If itâs known that youâre ours, you wonât have to run all the errands any longer.â They both look puzzled, and you shrug. âYouâd be a public figure. Youâd be in danger of getting swarmed. And thatâs another thingââ
You click to the next slide, and itâs a video of Brendon this time. Youâve taken a quick segment from one of the videos heâs sent you both while he was away, and now heâs on screen, urgently stroking his cock and moaning your names.
âAre you trying to condition me into agreeing with your points by putting up dirty photos and videos?â
âIf you have to ask,â and you laugh a bit, âyouâve already lost. Now, as I was saying. Youâd be in danger of getting swarmed if you went out and about. So if everyone knew, we could hire another personal security officer. And you could have a driver.â
Brendon goes to open his mouth and you wave a hand at him to keep him quiet. âNot that youâd need your own driver; we go everywhere together. But I would like for you to have a PSO assigned to you all the time; I hate the idea of Alex having to manage both of us. Itâs fine when nothing is going on, but if something were to happenâŚâ you trail off and you can tell that Brendonâs mind is made up. Heâll be adding another PSO, regardless of what Sarah decides.
âUltimately,â you declare, crossing the living room to lay beside Sarah and rest your head in her lap, âif everyone knows, we can keep you safer in the long run and spend less time hiding, which is time that can be spent fucking.â
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âI still donât want a public proposal,â Sarah warns, and she makes eye contact with you in the large bathroom mirror. You hold up both hands, and she rolls her eyes. âKitten, you do have some say in the matter. So tell your husband that he cannot ask me to commit to him in public.â
âFirst of all,â you retort playfully, âweâre both asking you to commit to us. Weâre not sister wives, love. Weâre a throuple. If anything, you and Brendon are the sister wives. Youâre both mine.â She cracks a small grin at this, and you wrap your arms around her. âSecond, I will do what I can.â
âThatâs all I ask,â Sarah says agreeably, turning her attention back to her lipstick. âIs going out to dinner a good idea? Just the three of us?â
âWhy not?â You shrug. âThe world knows weâre friends. Canât a friend join a couple for dinner?â You raise your eyebrows and Sarah seems to accept this. âBesides, weâll be going to dinner together more once weâre out.â
âYou keep saying out, like weâre coming out.â
âWell we are, in a way. Everyone knows Brendonâs pansexual. I donât know if the world knows about me, since Iâve only ever been linked to Brendon. Youâve been linked to Mike this whole time. And even if the world did know our preferences, weâre adding the polyamorous label. We are coming out, kind of.â
âYouâre making me nervous,â Sarah mumbles, concentrating on her eyeliner. You take the opportunity, kissing a lazy line along her exposed shoulder and up her neck.
âI could distract you instead,â you offer, purposefully adopting a sultry tone. She gives you a long look in the mirror, and you grin at her. âIs that a yes?â
She drops her eyeliner on the counter and turns to face you. âItâs a yes,â she whispers against your mouth, and you grab at her hips, lifting her as she arches to perch on the counter.
âI love when you say yes. Keep practicing that,â you tell her, kissing her needily and using both hands to slide her dress up her thighs. She laughs into your embrace and wiggles slightly, helping you get the dress out of your way. âNeedy girl,â you comment when Sarah grabs your hand and shoves it between her thighs.
âVery,â she agrees, moaning when you tease her through her panties. âKitten, donât teâ oh, thatâs so good,â Sarah sighs, slumping back against the mirror and spreading her legs more. You havenât slid her panties off yet; youâre just rolling your thumb over her clit and watching her chest rise and fall. Sheâs wet enough for you to feel it through the material, and you know youâre only teasing both of you by delaying.
âTell me you want my fingers,â you murmur in her ear, and she gasps the words back to you. âThatâs my best girl.â You nudge her panties to the side and slip two fingers in, relishing the way Sarah moans your name.
âMore, please.â
âMore?â You kiss along her neck and let your fingers go deeper. âFucking love this pussy. Love watching you react when I curl my fingersâŚâ you curl them now, and Sarahâs hips jolt as you press right where she loves it.
âGod, yes,â she pants, and you momentarily regret not wearing underwear; youâre so turned on and youâre aware of the slickness on your inner thighs. Her body tenses, and you return your thumb to her clit. âFuck, Kitten, yes!â
âFeels good, baby? I know it does. Love feeling you clench around my fingers. You love my fingers deep in your perfect cunt, donât you?â
She nods desperately, her own fingers gripping the counter. âFucking love how wet you get for me,â you murmur, rubbing with your fingers and watching her mouth fall open. âDamn, youâre so hot. Want my girl to come all over my hand, want you to lose your mind from my thumb teasing your clit, want you to let go for me, baby.â
Your fingers move faster, rubbing and pressing insistently. Sheâs gasping and panting, squeezing around your fingers and grinding back against your thumb. âGonna come,â she manages, one hand still on the counter and the other tugging at her nipples through her dress. âGonna come on your hand, fuck Iâm so close Iâm gonna - Kitten, youâre right on my G-spot, thatâs gonna make meââ
âSoak my hand, pretty girl. If we werenât headed out to dinner in ten minutes, Iâd get down there and tease your clit with my tongue and get you to drench my face.â You press a bit more firmly and rock your hand, smiling when she gasps your name. You lean in and kiss just behind her ear, and you feel her let go.
âFuck! Kitten! Now!â Sarah squeals before dissolving into breathless praise. You wait until sheâs no longer squeezing your fingers and slip them from her. âOh god,â she moans, and you give her a small, pleased smile as you start licking your fingers clean.
She pulls you in close, kissing you urgently, and you sigh into her mouth as you return the kiss. Youâre both getting lost in it; sheâs wrapping one of her legs around your waist and the other is slotted between your thighs. Youâre grinding down against her, tugging at her hair and feeling your own orgasm start to build.
âKitten, Sarahbaby, we need toâŚâ Brendon trails off as he steps into the bathroom and sees the two of you.
âSheâs so close, B,â Sarah moans, beckoning Brendon over with one hand. âShe made me come so hard on her fingers and now sheâs close, donât make us leave before our pretty Kittenâs come all over my thigh.â
âAs if I could deny either of you anything,â Brendon murmurs, crossing the bathroom floor with long strides and plastering himself to your back. âBut we canât be late for our reservation.â He grabs the hem of your dress and shoves it up around your waist, and you whine, rolling your hips back. Brendon kisses the back of your neck just as he slides two fingers into you, and you shriek as he goes deep, curling and rubbing and searching. âCome, Kitten,â he whispers in your ear. âBe our good girl and come all over Sarahâs thigh. She wants it. You want it. And I can feel how youâre squeezing my fingers; you wanna be my sluttiest, messiest, dirtiest girl and come for us?â
You moan and lift your still-slick hand back for him, and he sucks greedily at your fingers. âFuck,â he mumbles. âLove the taste of Sarahâs sweet pussy. What a good girl you were, making her come that hard.â His words make your stomach tighten, and he rocks forward, pressing his erection against your ass while his fingers speed up. âNow you need to come hard too. Give me all that sweetness.â You shudder, whispering his name, and Sarah tugs your face close and kisses you feverishly as you give in to his touch and come all over his fingers.
âGood girl,â he praises. âWish it was my tongue pressing into your cunt while my nose rubs against your clit, wish you were coming on my face, but I can suck this delicious slickness off of my fingers and be happy. Give me all of it, Kitten; soak my hand and Sarahâs thigh, feel my wet fingers on your clit and imagine my tongue, licking you so sweetly.â It rocks through you, and youâre shaking, unable to process anything except the wet heat between your legs, her tongue in your mouth, and his cock against your ass. You cry out as you come again.
âFuck,â Sarah groans against your lips. âKitten, I can feel you dripping off his fingers onto my thigh. Iâm so fucking wet for you. Need to get fucked. We both do.â
âMy loves, as good as that sounds, Alex is waiting in the car for us,â Brendon says softly after a moment of watching you two kiss. âAnd I donât mean to rush you, butâŚâ
âYes, you do,â you laugh wearily, grinning at Sarah and petting her hair back into place. She rubs her thumb against your lip to fix your lipstick, and you do the same for her.
âYes, I do,â Brendon agrees with a small smile. âLetâs get my two slutty girls in the car so I can feed them and then get them back to their bed, so I can take care of their needs.â
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âThat is not our car,â you comment, stating the obvious as the three of you leave the house. Brendon grins and wraps an arm around your waist before tangling his fingers into Sarahâs and leading both of you toward the limo idling by the corner. âWhat is this?â
âThis, sweetheart, is a limo.â
âIâm going to punch you,â you deadpan, cutting your eyes to him and he kisses your cheek and tugs you closer. âI mean, why all the fuss?â He smiles against your cheek and takes your hand, guiding it down to his pants. âBrendon Urie, if you are going to make me grab your dick in front of Aleâ oh!â You feel the square ring box in his pocket, and you turn to look at him. Sarah pauses too, and you urge her onward with a bright smile. âNever mind, Alex has seen me do way dirtier things with your cock than just grabbing it.â
âYouâre being weird,â Sarah tells you both, and Brendon shrugs, opening the door for the two of you. âBut I love you anyway.â
âGood,â Brendon murmurs, tugging you into his lap and draping an arm over Sarah. âNow, as to Kittenâs question, all of this fuss is for Alex.â Sarah gives him an odd look, and you smirk, interested in how heâll spin this. âHe said heâd never driven a limo before, and I was like, well weâve got to change that.â
Alex twists from the front seat and nods, smiling widely. âNot that I donât love your regular cars. Theyâre great. Really fun. But like I was saying to Brendon, I want more âbig carâ experience, so we thought, why not?â
âI donât believe you,â Sarah murmurs in Brendonâs ear, and he grins.
âNext week weâre getting a stretch Range Rover,â Brendon tells you, and you lean back against him, relishing Sarahâs confusion. âOoh, Kittenââ he winces and shifts you a little. âYouâre right on myââ
âYes, and youâre so hard,â you moan happily. âPity we didnât get to take care of you before leaving the house, but I love this cock.â You wiggle again to one side, and he sighs in relief. âI could take care of you now.â Sarah leans in, asking if youâre being slutty with a knowing grin.
âObviously,â you tell her with a quick peck to her lips. âB is pressing into me and, as you both already know, Iâm not wearing underwear under this very short dress.â Alex coughs discreetly from the front, and Brendon nips at your neck playfully.
âBad girl, scandalizing Alex. He didnât do anything to you,â Brendon teases, and you apologize, but continue squirming against Brendon. âKitten, if youâre gonna keep wiggling, Iâm gonna come in my pants,â he whispers against your neck, and you make a small, happy sound. âNo, love, thatâs bad,â he says with a laugh.
âDonât tease,â Sarah tells you, stroking your cheek affectionately. âWant him hard and on edge for us when dinner is over.â
âWhat makes you think if I make him come now, he wonât be hard again by the end of dinner?â
âYou two are killing me,â Brendon groans, and Alex laughs again and makes eye contact with Brendon before slowly raising the panel divider. âNow see what you did,â Brendon says with a laugh. âPoor Alex has to ride in silence.â
âBold of you to assume youâll be silent,â you murmur, slipping down to the floor and tugging at his belt.
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âIâm lowering the partition,â Alex calls as he cracks it. Sarah squeezes hard around the base of Brendonâs cock and he jerks in your mouth, groaning as you suck eagerly. âWeâre here.â
âComing,â Brendon grunts, running a hand through his hair and gasping when you suck him down further and swallow. âFucking hell, Kitten.â
��Our girl is greedy,â Sarah reminds him, moving her hand so you can take more of him happily. âShe wants all of your cock, all of your cum in her mouth.â
âIâm in a no parking zone,â Alex comments, not turning around. Brendon groans again when you lick your way off of his length, paying extra attention to the tip.
âWeâre only waiting on B now,â you murmur, rocking back on your heels and wiping at your mouth delicately. âLove, howâs my lipstick?â
âCompletely gone,â Sarah tells you, passing you your clutch. âBut we can touch it up in the bathroom.â
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The hostess took Brendonâs note about a private table, and the three of you are tucked away in a round booth with tall framing. At your insistence, Sarah is in the middle. This way you and Brendon can both shower her with attention and affection the way youâve always wanted to whenever youâre out in public. You might be going overboard with the babying, but it just feels so novel, so good to get to act like no one is watching.
Everything has been going so well, and Brendon taps your foot under the table. He raises one eyebrow without Sarah noticing, and you nod. This is it. Youâre both going to ask the woman you love to officially commit to you. You meet his eyes and realize that you havenât prepared anything to say, and you wonder if he has. You hope he has.
The waiter stops by, and Brendon orders three glasses of champagne. âChampagne?â Sarah asks, giving him a curious look. âAre we celebrating something?â He shrugs, murmuring something about it always being a celebration when he gets to show off his girls. The waiter comes back, pops the bottle, and pours. Brendon collects the three glasses in front of him as the waiter leaves. Heâs quick; you wouldnât have seen it if you hadnât been watching for it: he drops the ring in Sarahâs glass.
As quick as Brendon was, everything seems to be happening in slow motion now. You glance up and see your waiter staring hard at the three of you. His phone is by his waist, and heâs got it aimed at your table. You have a bad feeling. Brendon is passing Sarahâs glass to her, and you let out a tiny yelp of panic. You grab for her glass and drain it in one sip, shifting the ring under your tongue.
âKitten, what theââ Brendon starts, but Sarah cuts him off.
âWas that a ri���â
You say the only thing you can think of that will get you away from them quickly. âIâm gonna throw up,â you mumble, scooting out of the booth and rushing to the bathroom. Sarahâs trying to get to her feet, and Brendon is dropping his card on the table and sliding out of his side of the booth to follow you.
âKitten, are you okay?â Brendon reaches for you once youâre both in the long hallway leading to the restrooms. You spit the ring out and hand it to him, explaining that the waiter was watching and, you think, filming. You knew Sarah didnât want any attention, and you panicked. Brendon goes pale, then flushes with anger. âIâll kill him,â he mutters, pacing a little now.
âYou wonât,â you say, stroking his arm. âNothing happened. Weâre okay.â He looks frustrated, reminding you that the proposal is ruined, and you sigh, holding him tightly. âNot ruined. Just needs to be adjusted. Now come on. Our girl is alone in that booth.â
This makes Brendon stand up straighter, and he slips the ring back into the box. Once itâs nestled safely in the velvet, he wraps an arm around your waist to lead you back to the table. âYouâre exactly right,â he murmurs in your ear. âItâs not ruined, just in need of adjustment.â He kisses your cheek and, when youâre back in Sarahâs line of vision, he holds out his hand to her. âShall we go home, my sweet girls?â
She nods, passing him his card and the signed slip. He glances down at it, then back at her with a soft smile. âYou tipped too well, my darling, all things considered,â he murmurs, giving you a sidelong glance. âBut I love your generous heart.â
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âKitten,â Sarah says, brushing your hair back off of your neck and resting her head on your shoulder. The two of you are stripped down to your soft matching camisole sets and seated at your vanity, her thigh pressed to yours as you both finish taking off your makeup. âWhy did you treat that champagne like it was a shot?â She gives you a playful look, and you meet Brendonâs eyes in the mirror. Heâs lounging on the bed watching the two of you fondly.
âI was in the mood to celebrate quickly,â you quip, and Sarah bites your shoulder as if scolding you. âIt doesnât matter,â you tell her now, turning a little to kiss her. âNothing matters except you, and that man waiting in our bed.â
âThatâs me,â Brendon murmurs, giving a languid stretch and beckoning you both over. âIâm the man waiting in your bed. Come to me, my beautiful girls.â Sarah returns the kiss and then nods toward Brendon. You pull your hair back and stand; Sarah swats you on the ass lightly and you squeal, jumping a little and spinning to look at her. âYou earned that, Kitten,â Brendon tells you with a broad grin. âIt was expensive champagne.â
âBill me,â you retort playfully, jumping onto the bed next to him. He rolls his eyes at you affectionately and pins you underneath him for a long embrace. You sigh into it, clinging to him and shivering when his fingers trail up your thigh. âSarah,â you whimper, and sheâs quick to join you in the bed. She presses herself against your side, and Brendon moves his hand from your thigh to hers. âGet in the middle,â you urge her, and Brendon nods, shifting to make space for her. âWant to watch B finger you.â
âOh,â Sarah sighs, arching and spreading her legs so Brendon can slip his fingers up along her inner thigh and under her shorts. âOh thatâs so goodâŚfuck, Brendon, pleaseâŚâ He pulls his fingers back and offers them to you; you kiss them softly before sucking them into your mouth and licking them clean. Once youâre done, you kiss them again and work at getting Sarahâs shorts off.
âSo soft,â Brendon whispers, stroking and rubbing two wet fingers against her while you move to her cami. âMy girlâs pussy is so soft, so wet, so perfect.â He slides his fingers in, groaning when Sarah gasps and whispers his name. âKitten, feel her.â
âOh my god,â you sigh, shifting and adding a finger to his two. âFuck, I cannot get enough of you.â You kiss her hungrily, and she clutches your face to hers. âWant to be with you forever,â you murmur, kissing your way down her neck so Brendon can capture her lips. âWant you, forever.â
âBe ours, always,â Brendon says, using his free hand to cup her face. âSay youâll be ours.â He looks at her pleadingly. âI know youâre here now and youâre ours, but we wantâŚâ Brendon breaks off, looking at you.
âWe want to make forever as real as we can,â you tell her. She stares between you two, tears welling in her eyes, and you look at Brendon. âGet the ring,â you say softly, and he practically falls off the bed. Sarah whimpers as his fingers leave her, and you quickly add another, smiling at her indulgently when she makes a pleased sound. Brendonâs back with the box, and he opens it for Sarah to see the ring.
âHoly shit,â she chokes out, staring at it and then you. âOh my god, yes. I mean, obviously, yesâ was thisâ Kitten, was this in the glass of champagne?â
âYes,â you admit. âBut I only hid it because Iâm reasonably sure that waiter was filming us.â Her face pales and you cling to her. âItâs okay. We knew you donât want anything big or splashy and I figured cellphone footage of us proposing on TMZ wouldnât make you happy. So I hid the ring as best I could on short notice.â You take the ring from Brendon and slide it onto her finger. âBut itâs yours. Are you happy?â
âIâm so happy,â Sarah breathes, kissing you fiercely. âIâm so fucking happy. Oh my god, I donât think I could be any happier.â She kisses Brendon, and you take a moment to watch your girlfriend with a ring on her finger embrace your husband. She turns to you, the question clear on her face.
âIâm so fucking happy,â you tell them, and Brendon pulls you into him, laughing giddily when Sarah pulls at you too. The three of you sprawl across the bed, a tangled mess of limbs and deep, needy kisses. Sarah squirms under you, and you straddle her as Brendon strokes down over his cock. âCan weâŚcan we try something new?â You look at both of them, and Sarah raises an eyebrow while Brendon nods willingly. âWant you toâŚto fuck both of us,â you tell him. âIâve always wantedâŚbut because you used condoms with Sarah, it wouldâve been too much to- well, I mean, I wantâŚI want you to fuck us both. Alternate between us,â you finally say.
Brendon inhales sharply, staring at the two of you, nestled together. âFuck,â he murmurs, and you watch his cock throb in his fist. âWeâd need toâŚIâll need you to spread your legs, both of you, so I could kneel â and we need a wedge, to tilt Sarah up.â Sarah scrambles out from under you and darts to the closet so she can grab her favorite wedge. âAnd Kitten, youâll have to take care of her while Iâm fucking you. Iâll be able to rub your clit while Iâm in her, but I donât think vice versa.â
âI think I can manage that,â you promise, nibbling down Sarahâs neck as she wiggles back into place on top of the wedge and you climb over her, spreading your legs wide to get as low and as close as possible. âI was hoping to be fully pressed against her while you fucked us, but that might not work with the wedge.â
Sarah pulls you down for a kiss and runs her hands over your breasts, moaning into your mouth as she squeezes and lifts. âI can play with your tits while we get fucked. Iâm satisfied. You might not be flush against me, but weâre touching and I canâ oh god, I can feel his cock sliding into you!â She arches against you and you moan too, dipping your hips a little so Brendon can grab at you. You prop yourself up with one arm and reach down between your bodies to tease at Sarahâs slick entrance. âFinger my cunt while he fucks you,â she begs, rubbing back against your fingers.
Brendon groans behind you and squeezes your hips, thrusting hard and deep. You match his pace with Sarah, crying out whenever you feel him throb inside you. Youâve got two fingers buried in her and your thumb on her clit, and you curl them slightly, seeking. Brendon sinks a little lower, angling up, and you gasp just as Sarahâs eyes go wide. âIs that the spot, baby?â You manage, already knowing the answer from how sheâs rocking her hips. âIs this how you want me to fuck you with my fingers? Get them deep in this wet pussy and press right there, rubbing and thrusting til you come all over my hand? Do it baby, show me how much you love my fingers in this hot cunt.â
Brendon pulls out and you feel the slick, smooth head of his cock nudge your fingers. You move them for him, and Sarah squeals at the sudden thickness. His fingers find your clit, and, between those small circles and the way his cock slides against you as he fills her, you know youâre close to your first of the night. He knows it too, because heâs sighing your name, telling you to come all over Sarah.
Your stomach clenches and he moves faster, making Sarah gasp as he fucks her urgently. His thrusts jostle you on top of Sarah, and with his two fingers slipping in deep, you can close your eyes and imagine his cock taking you like this. Just as good is whenever you open your eyes, you can see Sarah reacting to him fucking her.
It isnât long before he switches again, and you moan low in the back of your throat. They both know youâre close to coming, and Sarah pinches your nipple while biting at your shoulder. âCome all over me,â she murmurs, and you shriek, rocking back against Brendonâs cock fully sheathed in you. Your whole body tenses and youâre rigid; itâs just waves and waves of bliss rolling over you and wet heat dripping, being smeared along your inner thighs as Brendon fucks you through it.
âPerfect fucking cunt, my Kitten has the perfect cunt,â he groans, his head tipped back. âCame hot and hard on my cock and got it all over our sweet Sarah, holy fuck.â Heâs panting and moaning behind you, and youâre still shaking when he switches back to Sarah and his fingers fill you. âMy god, my girls have the hottest, wettest pussies; Iâm the luckiest man alive. Get to fuck my perfect girls like this forever.â
âFuck her,â you beg, rubbing your own clit while Brendonâs fingers thrust and curl in you. âMake her come, wanna lick her clean.â Brendonâs thrusts falter and Sarah moans, echoing your pleas. âCome on, B,â you gasp, squeezing around his fingers. âMake our girl soak the sheets so I can get down there and lick her cunt clean. You wanna watch? You wanna see my pretty pink tongue licking her sweet pussy? Iâll be such a good girl for you both, Iâll get her off and share it with you, let you taste her too so you know what you do to us. Make her come, B, please.â
He lets out a strangled groan while Sarah clings to you and whispers a long stream of praise and filth and writhes as she comes hard. âUp on both hands, Kitten,â Brendon orders, and once he can see youâre balanced above Sarah, he tugs you backward just enough for your face to rest between her thighs. âEat our girl out.â
You thank him eagerly and press your face to Sarah. He pushes into you hard, and you moan against her clit. She gasps and arches under you, reaching down with both hands to hold your mouth in place. Sheâs grinding against your tongue while Brendon pounds into you, his middle finger following a frenzied pattern over your clit. âIâm gonna come,â he warns, and you nod enthusiastically, giving him a thumbs up because Sarahâs grip on your head doesnât allow you to talk. âGonna come deep in my slutty Kittenâs cunt, gonna fill her, oh fuck, take it all, take it, take it, my good girl takes my cock sheâs such a good girl, such a good slut, so fucking â oh shit shit shit, now, Kitten now!â
He comes with a loud, drawn out groan, and the pulsing throb of his cock in you makes you moan into Sarah, who scratches at the sheets and comes again on your tongue. You fall apart again, tight around Brendon whoâs still deep in you. The room is spinning; you canât think straight, all you know is her hands in your hair, her clit on your tongue, and his cock deep in your pussy. âKitten,â Sarah pants, finally releasing your head. You whimper their names and go limp. âFuck, Kitten, are you okay?â
You roll off of her and Brendon moves with you, his face buried in your shoulder and his arms tight around your waist. Heâs clearly unwilling to pull out, and you donât care at all. You love him inside you, love feeling him and the heat he provides. You moan again when you become aware of her slickness all over your face, down your chin and neck, and Brendonâs cum drips down your inner thighs. âIâm thoroughly fucked and covered in my two favorite peopleâs cum,â you manage breathlessly, licking your lips and grinning in a self-satisfied way. âI couldnât possibly be better.â
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Love Is Not A Choice
Fandom: Panic! At The Disco
Pairing: Brendon Urie x Male Reader
Request: âheyo love! can you possibly make a brendon urie x male reader where they have been a couple for a while just not public and for a show during girls/girls/boys brendon convinces reader who is a singer maybe to come on and sing with him and the fans are #confused but are going with it and at the end brendon wraps one of the rainbow flags he got around reader and kisses him? you can change whatever you want or add anything, just want some good fluff since tour is over and i miss my show, thank you!â
A/N: I had so much fun writing this! Thank you so so much for the request! This made me miss my show and now Iâm sobbing x
Warnings: A LOT of fluff!
You waited backstage, biting your nails as you watched Brendon perform The Greatest Show. You knew what song was coming next. You knew what was going to happen next. Nobody in that crowd did. Brendon and Sarah had been apart for a year, and you and Brendon had been together for half a year. You knew it was about time to tell people, you were just unsure if the courage was built into you.
The lights dimmed for a moment, before Brendon started to sing the first few lines of Girls/Girls/Boys. The lights turned into rainbows, people held up pride flags and hearts on their flashlights. It really was a breathtaking scene. You took a microphone from one of the crew members backstage, turned it on and waited. You took a deep breath and ran on stage at the start of the chorus, beginning to sing along with the older male.
You stood beside him and smiled a little as you sang, following his movements and grabbing a pride flag. You held it as you sang, letting your eyes scan along the scenery and your ears adjust to the thousands of voices singing along. Of course, after a few minutes, the song began to end. Brendon looked at you and smiled, wrapping one of his pride flags around you. He looked into your eyes and sang âand love is not a choiceâ before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, which he held for a minute or so.
You could hear the crowd, alright. Screaming, yelling, cheering. They were definitely happy. Eventually, you pulled away from the kiss and smiled up at Brendon, holding his hand. To your surprise, the older male got down on one knee.
âOh. My. God.â You whispered.
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Elastic Heart
Part II
Summary:Â And I will stay up through the night, yeah, let's be clear, won't close my eyes. And I know that I can survive, I'll walk through fire to save my life.
A/n: yes, bitch, I actually wrote an entire 2 parter in 3 days
Part 1
Y/n did not wake up for another few hours. The nurse said she was going to take a little while, but Brendon did not expect it to take this long. After they placed the chest tube, Brendon got her moved to a private so he and Sarah could stay the night. Zack had left hours ago with his wife and had promised to come back in the morning. He kissed y/n on the forehead before he walked with Kala out of the room.
âWe should go to sleep, baby,â Brendon told Sarah, who had been sitting and staring at their sleeping girlfriend.
âIâm okay, go ahead and go to sleep,â she whispered. She reached a hand out and wrapped her fingers around y/nâs hand.
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When y/n woke up, her eyes burned from the bright light shining into the⌠hospital room?
Suddenly yesterday came back in full detail, and she remembered the intense pain she felt in her side and now it wasnât. There was a tube coming out of her, though. That wasnât pleasant to wake up to when all she wanted to do was stretch her achy muscles. A nurse came in smiling, noticing the girl who had just woken up.
âHiya, trooper!â she greeted quietly. Y/n was about to ask why she was being so quiet when she noticed Brendon asleep on a comfy looking couch. Sarah was nowhere to be seen. âYour friend left to get coffee and made me promise to keep an eye on you,â the nurse explained, âthese two stayed with you all day and night.â
âCan you- can you wake him up please?â y/n asked, her voice was sort of hoarse from the amount of time she was asleep. The nurse nodded and walked up to where Brendon was asleep on the couch. She gently coaxed him out of sleep, telling him that his friend was awake. Before y/n could blink, Brendon was up and at her side, taking her hand in his softly.
âYou scared the shit out of all of us,â he whispered, âkind of hurt your point though, baby.â
She laughed lightly at his joke. However, she started to feel like a giant ass. She was yelling at him for trying to help her and she was not even grateful for said help.
âIâm so sorry, Brendon,â she sighed, bringing her hand up with his to lay a kiss on his knuckles, âI should not have yelled at you like that. I was being a grade A cunt.â He chuckled and shook his head. Before she knew it, he climbed into the hospital bed next to her (carefully, considering she had a tube sticking out of the side of her chest) and laid down. She rested her head on his chest as he got settled.
âDonât worry about it, sweetheart,â he reassured, âI didnât take it to heart.â
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A few hours later, Sarah had come back and cried when she saw y/n awake, and the doctor came in to speak to everyone.
âI saw that you had trauma to your side recently,â the doctor said, âand when you came in we requested a chest x-ray, its all pretty standard⌠but we noticed you have a broken rib, and that is the cause of your pneumothorax.â
Brendon and Sarah both tensed up, remembering the conversation they had the day y/n had gotten hurt.
âNo one hit me hard enough to break a boneâŚâ
âSo the attack is the reason she had this⌠thing,â Brendon said out loud, solidifying everyoneâs thoughts.
âThe attack caused a broken rib, that later led to the pneumothorax,â the doctor reiterated.
Brendon shook his head and got up from the bed, both girls calling his name. He quickly left the room, head hung low, and his phone already taken out of his back pocket.
âGo stop him, Sarah,â y/n knew exactly what he was going to do. He was going to make some kind of post, address the situation and tell off his fans.
That would out everyone, and that was no what y/n wanted.
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Brendon reluctantly came back ten minutes later, after the doctor had left. He had explained the plan for recovery, how they were going to fix the rib that punctured her lung, and how this would affect her going forward. She was going home later that evening, as there wasnât much else they could do. The rib would heal in due time (after they set it back in place), and he had said she had a small pneumothorax, so the chest tube was taken out.
Everyone was relieved the moment they stepped into the house. Y/n went immediately to the couch and laid down. Sarah said she would cook dinner (she really did not want to see her girlfriend in pain) and Brendon laid down next to her, pulling her into his chest and whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
âI love you, so much,â he whispered, nosing at her neck, âdonât scare me like that again.â Y/n only nodded, her eyes shutting. Sarah walked in about thirty minutes later with y/nâs favourite food in her hands and saw the two sound asleep in each otherâs arms.
She snapped a photo quickly, smiling at how soft they looked.
Brendon had not expected Sarah to take anything into her own hands, but when he woke up and saw thousands of notifications on his phone, he knew she had done something. The post was of the two of them (Sarah and Brendon) on a beach a couple years ago, the next slide was of her and y/n at a movie that he had insisted on taking because they both looked so amazing, and the last was of Brendon and y/n just an hour ago. The caption said: âWe donât like pictures with all three of us, apparently. Anyway, these two are the loves of my life and I hate seeing either one of them in pain. Today, both of them were in pain, and now I am too. Treat people with kindness, donât do stupid shit. Thank you, have a good night.â Brendon looked down at y/n, sleeping soundly, and smiled. He kissed her forehead before getting up to find his wife.
She was sitting in the dining room with a cold bowl of soup in front of her, her phone in her hand. Brendon slid the bowl away from her and grabbed her phone. He slid it into his pocket before cupping her cheek to make her look at him.
âI love you, so fucking much,â he kissed her lightly.
âI love you too,â she replied, âboth of you.â
Now, he was feeling okay.
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Love Actually. (Brendon Urie/Josh Dun x Reader)
For: @K-Winchester_02 on Wattpad
Request: (To start off, Iâve got nothing against Debby or Sarah, I actually really like them. So in this one weâll just pretend they kinda donât exist.) The reader lives alone and sheâs been kind of down most of Christmas Eve, then she calls over her best friend Josh to hang out if he isnât busy. He goes over, they talk, laugh and do best friend stuff like movies, popcorn, and cuddling. Brendon (the guy who has secretly liked her for a while) comes over because he didnât want her to be alone on Christmas. Sheâs happy to see him (sheâs secretly liked him too) but then he sees josh and gets the wrong idea, he gets kinda sad and she gets confused, a little but of drama happens, the best friend saves the day, and it can end all cute like cuddling in front of the fireplace or somethingâŚâŚsorry if the request was super long lol
 REQUESTS ARE CLOSED.
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Note: Nice to know that you guys still trust me with Brendon/Josh x Reader stories lmao
Having no family around meant that the Christmas season was not exactly something you looked forward to, because everyone can agree that being alone during Christmas was not an ideal scenario.
True, you wouldnât be alone on Christmas Day, since your friends had decided to do a âFriendmasâ this year. But choosing to spend the 25th with friends meant that everyone had dedicated Christmas Eve to spending time with their families.
Everyone except you, of course.
So there you were, vegetating on your sofa under a mass of blankets while some or other generic Christmas movie played on the TV. Blowing a raspberry, you started fiddling with your hair as you reached for your phone.
The clock showed that it was only 4:45pm and you groaned at the thought of suffering through loneliness for the rest of the day. You remembered that your best friend Josh had told you that his flight back from Columbus would be arriving at 2:45pm; that was two hours ago and you were certain that he was all settled from his trip already â since heâd only been gone for two days â so you decided to take a chance and call him to see if he wanted to come over and keep you company.
Much to your delight, he answered your call on the second ring and readily agreed to join you, even citing that heâd bring a hoard of food along with him. Sure enough, when the doorbell rang a mere twenty minutes later, you opened the front door to see Josh with a mountain of snacks in his arms and a Christmas hat on his head.
âHo, ho, ho,â he smirked.
You folded your arms and cocked an eyebrow. âThatâs not a very nice thing to call a lady.â
He pretended to look around. âI donât see any ladies anywhere.â
You dropped your jaw and slapped him on the shoulder; he laughed and pushed his way past you and into the living room area.
âSo,â he dropped the snacks on the coffee table before falling into your spot from earlier, âwhat are we going for? Home Alone? Elf? The Grinch?â
âAnything, as long as itâs not Love Actually,â you rolled your eyes and plopped down next to Josh, nudging him to move up a little and pulling the blanket over you, âThat movie makes me want to throw up.â
âHey, itâs a great movie,â he defended with a frown.
âYeah,â you wheezed, opening up a bag of candy and popping some into your mouth, âif you have someone to be with. To us single folk, itâs utterly depressing.â
Josh smirked cheekily at you. âSo what youâre saying is that you just need someone to date, and then youâll be perfectly fine with watching the greatest Christmas movie ever made?â
You tossed him a tired look. âYeah, sure.â
âWhat about Brendon?â he suggested, reclining into the plush material of the furniture. âDonât think I donât notice the way you check him out. Youâre totally into him.â
Despite feeling extremely embarrassed by your friendâs words, you knew that you couldnât deny them, so you clicked your tongue and struck him against the arm again.
âShut up. Yes, alright, heâs incredibly hot and I sometimes daydream about those puffy lips buuuuut,â you took a break from your ramble to breath deeply and arch your brows before dropping your shoulders and sighing sadly, âthereâs no chance that he feels the same, so thereâs no point in any of it.â
âYou donât know that,â Josh scoffed, looking you up and down, âHe could be on his way down here to confess his love to you right now, for all we know.â
You couldnât help but laugh at that. âYeah,â you snorted, shuffling on the sofa so that you could snuggle into Joshâs side, âAnd in which fanfiction is that, exactly?â
~
Brendon was on his way down to your house right now to confess his love to you.
Okay, not exactly.
The whole âconfessing his loveâ part wouldnât be happening (not today, at least), but he was on his way to you, along with take-out from your favourite restaurant, a bottle of your alcohol of choice, and some dessert from the best bakery in the city.
A little while ago when your friend group had been discussing their plans for Christmas Eve, you mentioned that you would be spending it alone, and his heart broke a little.
He didnât want you to be alone, especially not during the festive season, so he made the decision that after he spent some time with his family, heâd be showing up at your door to keep you company.
What he hadnât anticipated was the fact that you would already have company.
Brendon parked his car next to the sidewalk and gathered all of the goods heâd brought before starting up the pathway to your door. He couldnât stop the enormous smile on his face, or the uprising of butterflies in his stomach that accompanied the thought of seeing you; it happened every time.
He reached out, about to press the bell, when he happened to glance through the window and catch sight of something that made his smile disappear instantaneously and that killed every last one of the butterflies.
With a harsh swallow, he turned and started making his way back to his car.
~
With narrow eyes, Josh manoeuvred his head to try and better see through the window from the awful vantage point that was your sofa.
â(Y/N), hey, I think I saw Brendon outside,â he nudged you with his elbow, still looking through the glass.
âHa ha,â you droned, âvery funny.â
âIâm serious!â
With a slight frown, you looked at Josh â who was in fact serious â before sighing and getting up to check. You opened the front door and stepped outside just in time; Brendon had opened the door to his car and was about to climb in.
âBrendon, wait!â you called out to him, quickly stepping off the porch and onto the pathway.
At the sound of your voice, his head snapped up; the butterflies returned the moment he laid eyes on you. Slowly, he shut the door and shuffled forward to meet you halfway up the path.
âHi,â you greeted breathlessly, smiling up at him.
âHi,â he couldnât help but smile back.
âWhat are you doing here? I mean, donât get me wrong â Iâm⌠always happy to see you but⌠shouldnât you be with your family right now?â you quizzed, a bit confused with his presence.
âYeah, I, uh,â he cleared his throat and creased his brow, âI left early âcause I knew youâd be alone and well⌠I didnât want you to be.â
You felt your heart grow two sizes. âOh, Bren, thatâs so sweet,â you gushed, smiling again.
âBut I see youâre already on a date, so Iâll leave,â he nodded marginally and took a few steps backwards; you reached out to grab him, shaking your head.
âA date? No. God, no. Josh and I are best friends, nothing more. I asked him over because I was bored. But if I knew youâd be here, I woulda kicked him to the curb a long time ago,â you chuckled, and Brendon sighed in relief.
âSo, that means that youâre available?â he grinned, tilting his head down and looking at you through his lashes.
You grinned back. âOne hundred percent.â
âWonderful. Iâll get the food.â He jutted a thumb over his shoulder, at the car.
You nodded and waited for him to collect the eats. You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and you reached for it, seeing that there was a text from Josh with a picture attached.
He had lit the candles that you only kept around for display purposes and had turned down the lights, ensuring that the living room was basking in a romantic glow. You noticed that the sofa had also been pulled out to its sleeper-couch form, and the blankets and pillows had been propped up in a way that made it perfect for cuddling. And as an added bonus, the little jackass had even set up Love Actually on the TV.
You shook your head in disbelief and smiled to yourself as you read the message.
Huh, would ya look at that? Who woulda guessed that Iâm a psychic? ;)
Merry Christmas, (Y/N). Donât do anything I wouldnât do. x
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