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we do it in the dark, with smiles on our faces - older!boyfriend patrick stump x reader

my tumblr was being so weird so i had to screenshot but YES HI WELCOME ofc u can be 🍓anon welcome Kissessss I ABSOLUTELY ADOREDDDDDD THIS ASK . obviously i am a pete girl but i just couldn't resist the thought of this....,

patricks your older boyfriend who’s gone on a tour you couldn’t attend. its true, he loves you for who you are - but also because you melt the tensions that the tour brings...so after craving attention deeply after shows that seemed to overshadow him, he calls you - the one person who will never say no.

tags: age gap, infinity on high era, secretly desperate/jealous patrick, ever so subtle peterick, patrick's a little manipulative (in the best way tho), pls read this trust me you'll love it and do backflips

wc: 4.3k (i got carried away...)

nsfw 18+ past this point!

as patrick was starting to tour for the first leg of infinity on high, you thought he wouldn’t bother to call or text that much.

boy, were you wrong. if anything, he became more clingy than ever.

patrick’s days spent polishing his precious vocals were still constantly taken up from the thought of you. he'd ask to call you as soon as he left the stage, even if it was extremely late at night. sometimes he'd even ask for sleazy pictures of yourself before the show to "give him motivation"...whatever that meant.

anywho, it's frustrating enough that you aren't able to tour with him for the second time. he had already begged you to come to their friends or enemies tour, which you had to reject because it was during school and there was no way in hell either of you could’ve pulled that off.

but now that it was the beginning of summer, patrick hoped it would be different. that you and him could spend the whole tour together being on the road and the stage, completely unbothered and in love. no more secret hangouts on the weekends and or sneaking you out for the night just so you could see the stars together. it would be you and the band, but mostly you, for two months.

it would be awkward introducing you to the guys but patrick didn't care. pete was the only one who had a hunch - he didn't know anything about you, but he definitely knew of you. one night on the first leg of the tour after patrick had hung up the phone with you, pete pulled back his bed curtain to shove patrick.

“dude, go to bed! who the fuck are you talking to this late?” pete sighed while patrick stuttered profusely. before he could form a response, pete just shoved him again and rolled back into his own bed. “just take it outside, will ya? jesus, like we all can't hear you jerking it…gross”

patrick just huffed, pulling his curtain back forward and rolling over. pete always had chicks and dudes come and go on tour - it was practically all he ever cared for. if he hadn’t left to hook up with someone last night, he was either yapping endlessly on the phone or boasting to the guys about the latest apple of his eye (which also changed from day to day).

at some point, patrick learned something critical - to pete, touring wasn’t even really about the music anymore - it was just a ploy on travelling across the country for him to be a dirty player.

but at the end of the day, nothing else could be expected from pete. he was conventionally attractive not to mention the literal crowned frontman of fall out boy. patrick just wished that he didn’t rub everything in so much.

how come pete always gets all the love when he doesn’t even care about the music anymore and just the attention? at least patrick was doing this for the love of the game. and suddenly when patrick gets even an ounce of appreciation - not to mention, from you, who’s wasting your last true summer away back in chicago - now it was a problem.

at least you cared - you were the only one who ever did. you’d came to a few shows with your friends in your junior year, excited to see the new up-and-coming band fall out boy from the city. the first crowds were small and packed, leaving you skeptical, but as soon as you laid eyes on the chubby blonde boy with his funky little hat, you were absolutely awestruck. he was truly the hottest thing you’d ever seen.

noticing your frequent appearances to the next few shows, patrick had began to catch on to your fawning and decided to take a chance and ask for your number. he seemed sweet at first, but you quickly learned that he wasn’t as innocent as he let on.

the truth was that patrick never could have had enough courage to even look at you if you hadn’t been younger. you were fun, shy, and undeniably beautiful - but most importantly, you were obsessed. patrick finally had a girl who appreciated him for who he was and who would do anything for him. you were the only girl who ever looked at him the way he wanted and more.

who’s to say he should give you up so easily? you quickly molded into his dreams like clay, perfect and pretty just for him. even if you were a little younger, it wasn’t that reprehensible if you truly loved him, right?

the idea of being patrick’s secret younger girlfriend was fun until there was the reminders of the obvious divide in your lives. as time went by, you were preparing for college in a few months - which meant that homework, testing, and applications were all on high. patrick was busy with the new attention from the band, recording songs, doing interviews, and touring almost all the time (especially now with the release of the new album, infinity on high).

its true, there was always late night video calls or the occasional rock-thrown-at-window sneak in, but it was hardly ever enough. you made patrick feel in control, which was a thrill so rare that always had him chasing it from you.

the first tour of the season had come and gone, but this time he wasn’t going to miss the opportunity for you to tag along, especially when you were (mostly) free for the summer.

“just tell your parents you’re with your friends on a trip, or at camp…i don’t know, please just come, please?” he insisted one evening over a rather informal dinner at his place. you had told your parents you were going to a friend’s for the night, yet here you were wearing pj pants and one of patrick’s oversized shirts as you sat on the couch with a takeout box in hand.

you rolled your eyes and shoved another chopstick full of rice in your mouth. “trick, you know my parents wouldn’t believe me. i dont think ive been to camp since i was, like, 8. and besides, its like two months of being away!! and what about moving into college?”

“but you’ll get to meet our friend gabe from cobra starship. come on, pete loves him. he’s fun and throws all these cool parties. i sort of produced their first album, yknow…” he rambled, trying to find any reason to make you come.

after a confused moment of silence from you, he started to sing as if to jog your memory. “i came here to make you dance tonighttt, i dont care if im a guilty pleasure for youuu! come on, baby, you love that song!” you both laughed as your face scrunched up in recognition and amusement. “lets just save your voice for the tour, baby…”

although the rest of the evening was spent in giggles and quiet whispers under the blankets, patrick knew your answer was final. you couldn’t come, it just wasn't possible. preparing for college wasn’t a feeling he knew, but he could only imagine how stressed you were. at least maybe the tour could have taken some of the edge off.

he did feel a little selfish for putting all of this pressure on you, but the truth was he really was seriously desperate for you to come. patrick hates being away from you more than anything in the world, especially with how dreadfully lonely touring always felt…

which led him to one particular night on stage. it was a typical show, one spent screaming ballads and dripping with sweat. patrick gave it his all, singing and strumming to put on his best performance for the crowd.

but as expected, it seemed like he became lost in the scene per usual. andy seemed completely in his own world as he drummed loudly behind him. joe did a few poses for the crowd while the girls squealed obsessively. and pete, as always, completely immersed himself with the audience, standing right at the edge of the stage while being…unhinged.

pete wasn't even playing at this point, he just looked like he was possessed or drugged, hopping around and dancing frantically. of course the crowd loved it, they loved everything pete did. patrick felt a rush of humiliation flood his body. he hated feeling jealous, but truly there was no other feeling to describe it.

if only you were here.

you would have been front row (reserved by him of course), eyes fixed on patrick and patrick only. screaming not just to blend with the crowd of teenage girls but because you really were fangirling. his gaze through his floppy hat would be practically glued to you, making silly faces in between songs and winking during suggestive lyrics. you'd giggle and blush nervously as the girls next to you would shriek in jealousy, not knowing half of who you really were and not even caring about patrick in the first place (but were just shocked and envious at the received attention you were getting).

patrick’s fantasies dissolved as his eyes scanned the crowd, foolishly searching for your face that was obviously not present. later as he stood next to his bandmates and thanked the audience, all the love seemed to be on everyone but him. patrick sucked it up and put on a smile, walking off stage with a broken spirit that of course only pete could recognize.

“hey man, what's wrong? you were great out there!” pete patted patrick’s back as they sat down to catch their breaths backstage. after a moment of silence from patrick (who was disassociating at the wall), pete piped up again. “...you good?”

“yeah, ‘m fine.” patrick mumbled, wiping his face with his shirt and taking a swig of his water. “im good. really. good job out there, the crowd really loved you tonight…”

“aw, yea dude, it was awesome! they're always great though.” pete leaned back before sitting up again, suddenly tapping patrick's leg. “hey listen, me and the boys are gonna go to some club gabe rented out in a few. yknow, just one of his shitty parties again…maybe you could actually talk to a real girl for once. it’ll take the edge off of whatever you're thinkin’ about.”

another party? the last time patrick tagged along to a party it was an absolute nightmare of standing in the corner while watching his friends get hit on the whole night. the offer didn’t even sound remotely tempting, as he’d rather hang back at the bus and catch a breather while relaxing on the phone with you (who was, in fact, very real - thank you pete…).

patrick didn't take his eyes off the wall, just blinking and wiping his forehead again. “...nah, im good. i need a break tonight. you guys go have fun.”

“you sure?...alright man, take it easy,” pete gave a reassuring look before standing up. “we’ll be back whenever, you know how it goes. hey, unless i bag a chick, amiright?” he laughed, patting his friend before running off to god knows where.

unless i bag a chick. please, like that was something completely unexpected for pete. what else is new? patrick grumbled a goodbye, but it was too late - the boys had quickly gathered their things and had already left backstage.

after helping the staff put away a few instruments and some equipment, patrick stood around for a few more moments, watching people passing through the door saying goodnight. at some point he decided it was time to clean up and hopefully get rid of this awful headache.

patrick kicked pebbles with his head hung low as he sulked back to the bus, biting his cheeks to try and distract himself from the ache in between his temple. at least he knew he could talk to you about tonight (after all, you would never say no to a late night call).

……………...

after showering and grabbing a shitty microwave meal from the minifridge on the bus, patrick finally felt a little better than before. the ac hummed on in the quiet night, leaving the bus feel empty and cold.

patrick pulled the starched sheets over his body and flipped his phone open for the first time since before the show. his eyes gleamed as he saw two unread messages from you.

you're going to ROCK it tonight!!!

i love you so much tricky!!! 🤍 call me later… if you don't feel too tired haha;)

patrick softened his body, releasing tension he hadn't even felt hanging on his shoulders. he couldn’t help but feel the corners of his mouth tilt into a small smile as he hit the dial button.

“hi honey,” he rasped, clearing his throat. “whatcha up to?”

“oh, you know. just finishing some college prep stuff,” you smiled, putting down your pencil. “no biggie. sooooo…how was the show?”

“it was okay,” patrick sighed, smiling at your concern - but his tone didn't quite convince you.

“...just okay?” your brows furrowed and smile dissolved. “trick, what's wrong?”

patrick bit his lip, mumbling ashamedly. “they don't even care…”

“what do you mean?” you asked, ready to listen.

“they don't care about me,” patrick took a deep sigh, relieved to get everything off of his chest. “it's like…during the show everyone’s always watching joe or andy or pete. and then the boys always rub it in my face…even after, they beg me to come to all these parties and get upset when i say no. but im only saying no ‘cause i know they’re just gonna leave me in the corner the whole time while they get hit on…”

there was a brief pause before patrick continued. “not that i want anyone to hit on me - of course not, when i have such a pretty little lady on the other line…”

you let out a giggle, your concerned expression faltering for a moment before going right back to being stiff as patrick let in a few last words. “but…whatever. i just feel like its not really about the music anymore…i wish i was more appreciated around here - if that makes sense…i know it sounds kinda dumb,” he trailed off, bracing for any sort of awkward reaction from you.

but much to his surprise, you only let out a little reassuring hum. “are you serious? that's not dumb at all, baby.” patrick could practically hear your growing warm smile on the other line as you began to sweet talk him. “you’re the only one who’s actually working so hard. dunno why everyone's being such jerks…i’d slap everyone in the face if i was there. promise.”

patrick couldn't help but let out a sudden laugh at your words. “even pete?”

“especially pete,” you agreed, twirling your hair at the thought. “i’d slap him extra hard and then i’d make out with you in front of him. could you imagine the look on his face?”

“priceless,” he groaned, laughing lightly to himself at your ridiculous scenario. “we should recreate it. just to show him.”

“if only i was there…” you bit your lip, a bit of regret seeping into your smile. “i hate getting ready for college. and i hate everyone at your shows. and i hate that douche pete wentz.”

“that's a good song title,” patrick added mindlessly before the both of you began to crack up again. he shook his head, grinning wide to the ceiling. “i miss you so much baby. i think about you all the time, yknow. what it would be like if you were here.”

“really? no you don't,” you rolled your eyes, thinking he was just buttering you up.

“no, seriously. i do.” his voice hesitated on the other line before continuing a little with a hint of embarrassment. “i like to look in the crowd sometimes and pretend you're there, watching me…like old times.”

you swore you felt your heart physically melt right then and there. “really? trick, that's so sweet..”

“yeah,” he closed his eyes, thinking about how beautiful you must look smiling ear to ear right now. craving something a little more, patrick decided to test the waters a little while he was at it. “you know, if you were here, we’d have to sleep in the same bed. twin size, and they're bunks.”

“mmm,” you hummed into the speaker softly. “i don't think you could handle that.”

“why’s that?” he furrowed his brow at your quick reaction.

“you can barely keep your hands off of me when sleeping next to me in your regular sized bed. and now everyone's sleeping around us? please.”

patrick opened his mouth, ready to spit out a teasing rebuttal, but who was he kidding. “...yeah, you're right. i couldn't do that.” he shrugged before smirking a little, pushing a little further. “what can i say? you're just too damn sexy.”

“trick, stop,” you groaned playfully while rolling your eyes. stepping away from your desk, you flopped onto your bed lazily. holding the phone up to your ear, patrick began to speak again, this time with a little more intensity.

“im serious. do you know how hard it is without you here? i feel like bashing my head against the walls of this damn bus every day.” he scrunched his eyes shut, yawning quietly with his hand pressed to his mouth.

“what would you do if i was there?” you mused, rolling onto your back and getting comfortable in your sheets.

“well…for the days that we’re on the road, we'd probably just cuddle up and watch a movie or come up with some new tunes for the next album…” patrick thought out loud to himself as you closed your eyes in approval at his continuation. “and for show days i’d take you out somewhere special for breakfast and lunch…and then we’d probably ruin it all with some shitty last minute fast food run before the show, so it isn't really that special anyways.”

“and then after the show, you’d kiss and hug me and then laugh at how ridiculously sweaty i am. but you're also sweaty from dancing so it doesn't even matter.” patrick smiled before giving a sad laugh. “and the boys would leave and go to a party without me like usual. but that's okay cause now…we're alone.”

you let out a shallow “yeah”, realizing the obvious at the shift in tone. you had a small suspicion about where this conversation was beginning to head.

but nevertheless, you stayed patient on the other line, biting your lip excitedly as he continued rather casually. “we’d go back to the showers then, and i’d strip you down…leaving your sweaty tight shirt on the floor and slipping off your soaked panties…”

before you could stop yourself, your hand slithered down to trace your clit gently over the fabric of your underwear. the sudden sensation made you gasp, muffling your speaker into the pillow. “what about my bra?” you laughed quietly, trying to hide your shudder.

patrick's mouth curved up into a small guilty smirk as you caught on. he finally had you where he wanted you. “come on, honey. i know you and you are not wearing a bra. especially not at my fuckin show.”

you accidentally slipped out a small whimper, taking off your panties completely and rubbing your clit a little more hastily now. the attempts to hide your noises slowly became futile as he went on, describing his fantasies unashamedly. “i’d lather you down softly…kissing down your pretty neck, groping your sweet little ass that fits so perfectly in my hands..”

at this point, patrick had began to palm himself a little through his boxers, hand kneading against his now hardened cock at the thought of him penetrating you in the shower. “bend you down flush to the wall..i’d fucking ruin you,” he trailed off, voice becoming a little brittle as he got lost in his daydream. patrick couldn’t help but slip his calloused hands past his own waistband, craving more of you.

for a moment, all was quiet on the line. you wanted to break the tension but right now the friction felt too good to stop. opening your mouth to say something, you instead let out a small lewd whine, running two fingers across your slick covered slit. your noise was all patrick needed to hear before wiping the precum off of his tip as he released a shaky exhale. “are you touching yourself right now, baby?”

you burned up in embarrassment even though you knew at this point he was probably doing the same thing as you. mewling softly, you could only mutter out a pathetic “yes,” as you teased your own hole, not wanting to fully indulge just yet.

you could practically hear patrick’s cheeky smile as he rasped out some much needed praise. “oh, my angel. listen to yourself…i bet you're soaking just for me, hm?”

your head began to ache a little as your pussy throbbed in anticipation. you prodded your entrance tantalizingly slow, torturing yourself just because you knew what he wanted you to do next. “trick…i can’t-”

“can’t what? use your words, sweetheart.” patrick tsked, picking up his length and stroking his base ever so gently at your broken tone.

“can’t go in yet…need you t’tell me. please.” you whispered, holding the phone shakily to your ear as your cunt ached with desperation.

your stutters sounded like music to his ears as his eyebrows shot up in pleasure. “please? wow, look at you. you're being good today.” he cocked his head to the side, letting the phone lie next to him on the pillow to grip the base of his dick steadily now. “push a finger in. come on, i know you want to.”

you obliged. of course you did, you always do. dipping in your entrance slowly, you let out a strangled moan that came out a lot louder than intended. thank god you were home alone tonight.

patrick bit his lip at hearing your unrestraint, feeling his dick twitch eagerly. “that’s my sweet girl. can you fit two?” he teased, beginning to stroke his thick cock while imagining how beautiful you must look right now, obeying him so well like this.

at this point you were sprawled on your bed sinfully, arching your back as you began to push your second digit in. the stretch was so dizzying you thought you would cum right then and there.

holding your breath, you let out another sweet string of whimpers, letting your body swallow your fingers whole now as you pictured patrick’s plump cock filling you up instead.

hissing lustfully, you let your phone lay on your chest as you gripped the sheets with impatience. squirming a little to get used to the feel, you began to pump your fingers in and out now as patrick groaned on the other line. “bet your tight little cunt misses me, hm? i know your fingers don’t feel the same as me filling you up…poor thing. probably touch yourself every night when im away, just aching for me…”

patrick bit back a growl as he began to thrust into his hand feverishly now, inhaling sharply. his forehead began to gleam, hair damp from a mixture of the previous shower and new sweat.

rolling his eyes back in pleasure, patrick's mind began to drift to the thought of your wet pussy squeezing around him instead of his hand, the grunts over the speakers making the fantasy seem all the more real.

patrick grunted, pumping his dick and rutting against his hand now like a desperate bunny. “mmmmfgg…honey, im going to-”

the line disconnected. you sat up almost immediately out of shock. it was definitely not on purpose, but it was surprising to some extent. laughing to yourself lightly, you figured the wifi was just probably bad. oh well. the irony wasn’t enough to leave you without satisfaction. your fingers found your slit again, thrusting back into you hastily while you threw your head back at the sudden pleasure, continuing from where you left off...

patrick, on the other hand, was also breathing heavily - but unlike you, his whole body went stiff with humiliation as he dropped his flushed, hot dick and scrambled to press the hang up button frantically.

before he had time to process what was happening, the bus door slammed open and fluorescent lights flickered on, jolting patrick out of his pleasured haze.

the boys tromped back inside the bus completely oblivious (and definitely drunk), both calling out patrick’s name loudly. patrick was left no choice but to swing his bed curtain shut and pull the blankets over his half naked body, leaving him on edge and unable to relieve the ready pleasure.

he knew he needed to text you something, anything - but before he could reach for his phone again (which was lost in the blankets now), his curtain swung open. patrick’s frustrated face met pete’s excited one as he stared back at him, the light behind his black, fringey hair making him seem like some sort of emo angel. “good morning, sunshine!”

patrick squinted and rolled his eyes before pulling his curtain shut again on pete's teasing. “go to sleep, jackass!” he grumbled, flipping around and reaching for his phone again to type out a slew of apologies to you.

you, who had already finished and was now lying in your bed attempting to catch your breath. staring at the dimly lit ceiling, your phone suddenly blinked brightly, an endearing notification blessing your lust-filled eyes. letting out a tired laugh, the brief wit from his message was all you needed to know.

what was that song title you said again…i hate that douche pete wentz?

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