Tempting Mistake|••Brendon Urie X Reader••|

First Time

*warning: contains smut*

DO NOT READ IF UR AN INNOCENT BEAN OR IF U PLAN TO STAY THE WAY!!!!!

(I literally cringed the whole time I was writing this. I cringed even more as I reread the whole chapter!!)

Y/N's POV

Brendon and I woke up super early to get a head start on packing my stuff. I owned a small apartment- it didn't contain much so it didn't take us long to pack everything up.
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Once we finished packing the final things, which were my cloths, we started loading the boxes in Brendon's car.

I grunt as I tried carrying the heavy boxes.

"Here, Let me help" Brendon offered as he took the heavy box and placed it in the back trunk.

I follow along carrying my suitcases filled with cloths. I place them at the roof of his car and made sure it was secured.

"That's all of them." I sighed.

"Great! Let's go!" Brendon jumps.

He runs to the passenger seat and opens the door for me.

"Thank you sir" I joked as I take a seat.

"No problem m'lady" he joins.

We laugh at our foolishness.

Once I was seated, he rushed to the drivers seat and began driving.

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Once we arrived his place, we began to unload the car.

I step foot in his house and almost dropped my makeup bag that I was carrying in.

"Wow..." I say in awe as I admire his house.

"This is-WOwwwWw!" I childishly Said.

"What do you think?" Brendon asked.

"Your house looks awesome!!!!" I jumped up and down.

"I don't have a guest room so If you want, you could sleep with me...." He awkwardly Said.

"-or you know.... I could take the couch".

"No... you don't need to do that. I'm fine with sharing a room with you..." I say.

"Cool-great..." he smiles wide.

I place my bag down and walked out to grab the others. On my way out, I took a quick glance at Brendon and saw him pump his fist in the air and jump like a kid.

"Yes!!" He faintly shouts.

I giggle and carried three boxes that were stacked together.

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After unloading the car, we went up stairs to his room and began unpacking a few of my belongings.

"You look so cute.." Brendon says, pulling a picture out and held it up for me to see.

It was a picture of me when I was 4 years old. I was playing in the sand box, hair was covered in sand. My mouth spread wide as it was stained with chocolate ice cream.

"Aww! Look another one!" He said in a childish voice.

He held up a picture of me when I was 3, carrying Chris the day he was born.

A smile formed my face.

Brendon continues to search through the boxes filled with old pictures as I hung my cloths in the closet that we were sharing.

"Who's this dude?" Brendon sourly asked.

I turn my focus to the picture he was looking at.

He turned the photo to me.