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Girl can SING (Part 4 of ?)

A/N FULL DISCLOSURE: I am a virgin and a lesbian, so I know literally nothing about sex, especially not one with a penis involved. This is my first attempt at writing smut. BUT, I got a request from an Anon asking for virginity smut, and a request from @rindulacre to continue the story, so I combined them. Again, I have no idea what the fuck I’m talking about, but I hope it lives up to your expectations! Idk if you still want to be tagged, @multifandom-slytherin so I did anyways lol.

Tonight was the night: your first concert as an official member of Panic! at the Disco. It was a medium sized venue and just a casual gig, not on tour.

You’re nervous, but you feel confident. Maybe it’s because you were kind of baptized by fire when Brendon randomly pulled you onstage to sing last time. You feel like having that “first time” experience out of the way takes a load off.

Worst case scenario is you really fuck up a song. Would that be the end of the world? No. Everything was going to be okay. With Brendon by your side, you can conquer anything and performing is no exception.

“Are you nervous?” Brendon asked quietly backstage with a sweet smile.

“Little bit,” You nod honestly.

“I love you so much,” He said.

“I love you too,” You reply with a sweet smile.

The whole show ends up being more than you could ever dreamed it to be. It was so easy to perform with Brendon and the boys. Nothing had ever felt so natural in your life. The excitement from the crowd was contagious. They cheered and held handmade signs, some of them dedicated exclusively to you.

We love you Y/n! Welcome to the sinners Y/n! Beebo and Y/n/n forever!

You were really into it, dancing like crazy, especially during Miss Jackson. You and Brendon totally lose your minds during that song. Sometimes you would go to the edge of the stage and touch some of the audience’s hands and everyone was so excited, just to touch you. It was insane.

Occasionally Brendon would kiss you and the whole venue would just erupt into screams and cheers. Even when he would just walk towards you they would cheer. You pretended to pout when Brendon practically eats Dallon’s face during Sins. Brendon then pointed the mic to the audience like he always does for the rest of that verse and kissed you. Hard. Dear god.

You’re so happy that your first performance was a success and Brendon was so proud of you. When you get home, something comes over you. It’s one of those moods only Brendon could put you in.

You take Brendon by surprise when you knock him onto the bed and kiss him. He scoots up so you can both lay completely. He releases your lips and looks at you, pleasantly surprised.

”Well,” He laughed, “Hello there.”

”Hi,” You respond slyly, raising your eyebrows. You straddle his hips. He smiles at you and you dive back in. Your kisses are sloppy, open mouthed and hungry. Brendon is immediately turned on and breaks the kiss for a moment to rip his shirt off.

An onlooker would probably mistake you for a vampire, the way you are nibbling at his neck.

“Shit, Y/n,” Brendon says lowly as you hit that spot he likes, underneath his jaw. He thinks it’s so fucking hot when you take the lead, pushing aside his dominant personality.

You can feel his erection growing beneath you so you take your top off and release your bra. Brendon can’t keep his hands from grabbing your breasts, running his thumbs over your nipples. You close your eyes and sigh at the sensation.

Brendon releases his hands and begins to tug on your shorts. You lift yourself up so he can slide them down your legs, and you take the liberty of sliding his pants off as well. You press yourself back down on top of him, laying your bare chest against his. You roll your hips harsh and fast and you both moan, the friction between your underwear and his boxers just too good.

You soaked through your panties a long time ago, and now you’re leaving Brendon’s boxers all wet too. You roll your hips again and he can’t help but push back, desperate to prolong the feeling. In his excitement, he rolled you over hastily, your lips still attached in hot, practically pornographic kisses. He slipped his fingers underneath the sides of you panties and stroked your hips bones. He pulled his lips off of yours.

“God, Y/n,” He sighed breathlessly, “You are so fucking hot.”

You have a mischievous glint in your eyes and then buck your hips firmly into his. The fabric was so slick at that point you glide perfectly against his cock, earning exactly the response you wanted

“Fuck,” Brendon strained. Jesus Christ, he was worried he would cum right in his boxers if you kept that behavior up. He gripped your panties and tore them down your legs. He moves further down your body, allowing his hands access to you dripping core. He begins to rub your clit and heat rains down your body.

“F-fuck Brendon,” the words pour from your mouth and you move your hips aimlessly, immersed in the sensation.

Usually this is how things would go: he would finger/lick you till you finished and then you would return the favor, or visa versa. You hadn’t had sex with him yet.

You had told him you weren’t ready yet, and he never even flinched, telling you that he would do as much or as little as you wanted. He’s probably quite experienced, so it’s kind of adorable that he’s willing to put all of that on hold to make you feel comfortable. You’ve done everything in between with each other and it has never been anything but amazing.

What you didn’t tell him was that you had never had sex before--at all. But you undoubtedly knew: you want to lose your virginity to Brendon. Now.

Brendon goes to slip his fingers inside you and your hand flies down to grab his wrist, stopping him. It took all of your willpower.

“Stop,” you say, barely getting the word out. All you want him to do is keep going, but you had bigger plans.

He immediately withdrew his hands and sat up, giving you plenty of space.

“Baby?” He asked quickly, completely mortified, searching your eyes with concern. He wondered, did you not want this? Did he make you do something you didn’t want to do?

You slip your hand under the pillow next to you and pulled out the prop you had planted earlier, knowing you would probably execute your plan tonight. You held it out to him.

A condom.

He raised his eyebrows. This is not what he was expecting. He looked at you like you were crazy or something.

“Are you sure?” He asked you.

“Yes,” you replied, beginning to smile, waving the condom a bit.

“We don’t have to, Y/n,” He started, “You--”

You literally threw the condom at him and cut him off.

“Brendon Urie,” You say darkly, “I swear to god, if you do not fuck me right now...”

“Okay,” He squeaked, rushing to throw off his boxers. You, of all people, have the ability to turn Brendon Urie into a sexual mess. You love it. You giggled a bit at his desperation, looking at him. He looked down and saw the look on your face, and he felt almost a little embarrassed.

“You are evil,” he growled, leaning down to kiss you. He sat back up and opened the condom, rolling it onto himself. He can’t help but shiver a bit at the sensation with you looking at him like that. He positioned himself at you entrance, a bit lost in his enthusiasm. Suddenly he looks up, breaking from his frenzy momentarily.

“Are you sure?” He asks you, one last time, looking down at you with those big puppy eyes.

“Brendon,” You return his eye contact confidently, “I am so. fucking. sure.”

You smile at him with that mischievous look entering you eye, knowing one word would push him over the edge: “Please,” You whisper longingly.

And that’s all he needs. He slides into you, every inch, until his hips are flush against yours. It burns. Some girls can’t really get off without some clit or oral, and you suddenly think maybe you are one of them. You bite the inside of your cheek and press your eyes shut.

“Are you okay?” You hear a concerned voice above you. You don’t open your eyes.

“Yes, yes, please keep going,” you tell him, trying to play it off as pleasure and not pain. He obeys and begins to slide back and push forward again, so slowly. One more of those slow thrusts and you finally feel comfortable.

“Oh god,” Brendon sighs in pleasure, “You are so fucking tight.”

Yeah, cause you’re a fucking virgin and decided not tell him, you idiot.

“Please,” you murmured in exasperation, wanting to feel him move inside you.

He begins thrusting again, a bit faster. Your prayers were answered as the pain turned to hot pleasure. He picked up the pace, gripping onto your hips as he placed his head in the crook of your neck, licking you right where you like it.

“Oh-h,” Your breath hitched and you tangled a hand in his hair, “Brendon, yes,” you encourage him quietly.

With every thrust he goes all in, the base of him hitting your clit in just the right way. You tug on his hair just enough.

“Fuck,” Brendon breathed at the combination of sensations. He pumped a little faster. Heat pooled in the bottom of your stomach.

“Oh sh-shit,” you inhaled sharply, meeting his movements with your own hips, wanting him even deeper inside you. You claw at his back.

“You feel so fucking good,” Brendon growled, “So fucking good on my cock.” Just the dirty talk alone made you want explode.

“Please, god, fuck me,” slipped out of your mouth involuntarily.

“Yeah?” Brendon asked in that filthy tone you loved, “Is that what you want? Tell me what you want.”

He started to slow down, just to tease you. Your hand flew down to grab his hip, urging him to keep moving.

“Fuck me,” you replied loudly, “Fuck me harder.” You didn’t even know this side of yourself existed. Dear god, you are happy you’ve discovered it.

Brendon began to slam into you hard and fast, your skin slapping together with each thrust. You wrap your legs around hips, unable to keep yourself from the sensation. He starts hitting something inside you in just the right way and you can’t help but cry out.

“YES, fuck, right there.”

Brendon’s begins to moan, so turned on by the way you writhe underneath him like that.

“F-fuck,” Brendon stutters.

Your legs tense up around him.

“I’m so close,” you wince, trying to hold it together.

“Then cum for me, baby,” Brendon replied simply through gritted teeth.

And just like that, you unravel. Flashes of heat erupt from deep within your stomach and you lose control of the words coming from your mouth, your speech dissolving into a string of obscenities laced with Brendon’s name.

Brendon cums hard just from the sound of you and the way your pussy tightened around him. He slows down, jamming deep inside you as you uncoordinatedly grind your hips up to his, savoring every moment of your orgasm.

He pulls out and collapses next to you, showering you with kisses and praise. You are a shaky mess, basking in the glow radiating from your core.

Wow, you are most definitely not one of those girl who needs oral/clit to cum. Good to know.

You both catch your breath.

“Goddamn, Y/n” Brendon exclaims. “That was...”

“Amazing,” you sighed, finished for him. You both laughed. It was probably the most cliche thing in the universe.

He looked at you, the laughter in his eyes falling to seriousness.

“It was okay, though?” He asked again, needing feedback on your comfort level and his performance.

“Brendon Urie.” You state. “It was fantastic.”

“I love you, Y/n,” He said honestly.

“I love you too Bren,” you reply with a smile. You both look up at the ceiling, still entangled in Brendon’s arms. You feel a little guilty. “Hey Bren?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for being my first.” You said. His head whipped to the side to look at you. You slowly rolled over to look at him. He saw it in your eyes.

“You mean your very first?” He asks in shock.

You nod.

“Oh my god, Y/n!” He exclaimed with a worried look, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?“

“No Bren,” you laugh lightly, “And I’m more than okay.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He asked sweetly, “I would have been more gentle.”

“What if,” you started slowly, “What if I didn’t want you to be gentle?” You raised an eyebrow and bit your lip.

Brendon’s mouth dropped open.

“Goddamn,” He said kind of impressed. “You are too much,” Brendon glared at you with that low tone taking over his voice again, chuckling.

You kiss the smirk off his face and cuddle up some more in his arms. You relax and smile to yourself.

You lost your virginity. To Brendon fucking Urie. Fuck yeah.

A/N: Thanks for reading, hope it came out okay. Like/reblog if you’re feelin’ it! I do have plans for another chapter that would have, you guessed it, more smut, based on an anon’s separate request. If you have other ideas, please let me know!

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