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warnings: i do consider this to be a dead dove blog although it is very light. i do indulge in various dd tags (such as corruption and age gaps/grooming) but other than that this blog is pretty vanilla in terms of fanfic. i am always open to new ideas as well so dont be shy! just because i haven't written about something yet doesn't necessarily mean im not into it! C:

older!boyfriend ryan who met you through zberg at a some strange folk music festival in upcountry california. you must have been no more than 19, yet you got up on the small stage and sang your damn heart out with nothing but an acoustic guitar and harmonica. z cheered you on from the side stage as ryan stood next to her mesmerized. "you know her?" he asked quietly, unable to take his eyes off of you. z just smiled, telling him your name. "ive heard of her. she's new to music, can you believe it? it's her first festival."

older!boyfriend ryan who immediately became even more intrigued. "no! seriously?" he shook his head while z nodded understandingly. "i know. she's got passion, though...nowadays that's hard to find. cute kid. she's definitely going far."

older!boyfriend ryan who laughed to himself a little even though he felt guilty for the way his heart felt like it was in a knot. you seemed more than just a cute kid - you were everything. you were beautiful, young, and naturally talented? he needed you in his life by yesterday. "she's gorgeous," ryan mindlessly added as you ended the song and began to make your way off stage. z's face scrunched up, but before she could even form a response, you had already appeared infront of them, squealing excitedly. "how'd i do, z?"

older!boyfriend ryan who interjected, cutting z off for the second time and answering for her. "if i may say...you were absolutely amazing out there, doll." he smiled charmingly, reaching his rough, calloused hand out to shake your small, gentle one. "ryan ross. im z's good friend. it's very nice to meet you."

older!boyfriend ryan who seemed innocent at first but quickly escalated into more than just a music buddy. after ryan insisted on exchanging numbers (he can help you with music!), you found yourself up at ungodly hours texting him about anything but. he was so captivated by you that shallow conversations about "if you don't mind me asking, are you releasing a single?" turned into "if you don't mind me asking, are you single?"

older!boyfriend ryan who wanted to know your dreams not even just in music. ryan wanted to learn you, to know what it's like inside of your little world. you were only just an aspiring musician, nothing even remotely intense. the only studio you were in was your college dorm room. "ill get you out of there, promise. you're going far. im not kidding," he reassured you over the phone one evening. you bit your cheek, not letting yourself get too excited. "ryan! that's so sweet...but im not sure if im serious about it...i don't even know any record labels who would want me," you rambled nervously.

older!boyfriend ryan who just smirked on the other line, knowing you were about to fall into his lap graciously. "that's why im here to help you, right? let me take care of you, doll. it's the least i could do." after a bit of back and forth he finally offered something you couldn't refuse. "why don't you just come over this weekend? we can have a few drinks and you can play for me..."

older!boyfriend ryan who has been seeing you on the DL ever since. it wasn't unusual for ryan to keep a low profile, even with his close friends - but ever since you came into his life, he's been shutting everyone out but you. you are his priority, the thing he cherishes most. his friends seem to be worried when he hasn't been keeping in contact as much, especially z...but soon enough ryan tells her honestly about you. of course she flips out and says you're too young. she doesn't know what she's talking about, ryan takes the best care of you! you were too sweet for this world and he needed to protect you.

older!boyfriend ryan who loves late night scrolling with you. like any 40 year old he thinks social media is stupid and doesn't really understand tiktok at all. but as soon as he sees you curled up on your phone he can't help but snuggle next to you intrigued. taba squishes. clay cracking with slime foods. weird asian snack mukbangs. constantly goes "what is that...i want to eat it" even if it definitely isn't edible. he also looks forward to this every night and its basically a routine at this point.

older!boyfriend ryan who usually gives you princess treatment, but it's even more extreme when you're sick. you weren't able to afford any more absences in school but ryan doesn't care. he picks you up anyways, excusing you for the whole day just so he can take you back to his apartment and cozy you up. the rain would patter steadily outside as the smell of comforting candles drifted through the house.

older!boyfriend ryan who would wrap a fluffy knitted blanket on top of you and kiss your forehead softly before sauntering off to the kitchen. "where are you going? i already miss you," you pouted, turning on the tv while sinking a little deeper into the couch. behind you, ryan just clattered a few pots and declared "soup!" enthusiastically, to which you smiled, rolling your eyes.

older!boyfriend ryan who’s snuggled up behind you on the couch, your small back pressed against his warm chest sweetly. you sat a comedically large bowl of soup in your lap, ryan's gentle hands holding the bowl steady. he brings slow spoonfuls to your mouth, blowing on it for you because it was too hot. feeding you soup carefully and kissing your hair when you're finished.

older!boyfriend ryan who loves the little things when he's with you. peppermint tea. beach during the nighttime. the way the small of your back curves perfectly against his chest as he holds the guitar and instructs your fingers on the frets. the smell of your shampoo. how ridiculously happy you look across the table of your favorite restaurant eating the same dish you get every time. holding your small hands like they were so delicate he could break them in a split second. late night whole foods runs buying only tubs of ice cream and pop tarts. long walks in the park spent watching you giggle uncontrollably as you chase dottie around with a tennis ball. everything about you was pure and sweet and ryan just couldn't get enough. he missed feeling like this.

older!boyfriend ryan who puts you onto older music. you knew ryan was into the oldies, but you had never given too much thought to it - after all everyone knew the beatles. but after getting bored when he was out grocery shopping, doing some snooping in his record bin seemed like a good way to pass time. soon enough, ryan came home to a sight that felt like it could melt his heart. there you were, lying on your stomach in the middle of the living room, eyes closed and breathing shallowly. you seemed to have been watching the record spin around and gotten sleepy to the soft melody of some old jim morrison poetry track. ryan almost dropped the grocery bags right then and there, choking on his own spit because of how adorable you looked and you didn't even know it.

older!boyfriend ryan who lovesssss ethereal pet names. sure, sweetheart and baby were always fair game. but his favorites came so natural and straight from endearment and devotion. angel. precious. doll. lovely. darling. bonus points if it's an extremely niche name referencing an old 60’s movie only he would know.

older!boyfriend ryan who is the king of being secretly overprotective. if your location suddenly turns off, he immediately gets a notification and texts you frantically asking if you're okay (you are perfectly curled up in your bed and your phone had just died while playing candy crush).

older!boyfriend ryan who also gets upset when you tell him you're thinking about going to a record label party this weekend...partially because he's selfish but also because who knows? parties can be dangerous. driving can be reckless. just the thought of you going somewhere without a real adult (him) makes him uneasy. "absolutely no parties. i don't care who's throwing it, even if it's someone you think you trust."

older!boyfriend ryan who rolls his eyes as soon as you point out his discontent. "im not being overprotective. im just worried about you. there's a difference," he corrected, walking towards you sighing. "do you know how dangerous it can be out there? people can slip things into your drinks. there's roofies in literally everything now, yknow," he warned, raising his eyebrows as you stood frustrated with your hands on your hip. "seriously? im not your rapunzel, ryan. jeez, just let me have some fun...you're worse than my parents," you let out a disbelieving scoff at his ridiculousness.

older!boyfriend ryan who remained persistent, pressing up close to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, calming you down instantly. "i just care about you, angel. please. come on, don't go out tonight...we can do the same thing. let's go have a drink, just me and you. just let me spoil you, baby..." he'd whisper, kissing down your neck lovingly as he felt you go limp with surrender.

older!boyfriend ryan who's tricks work until they don't. you’d been invited to endless label parties at this point, the weeks turning into months of turning invitations down just to kick back with ryan. you had felt that you had to show up at least once, so when you got the familiar letter in the mail, you decided to really convince ryan this time that you wanted to go. you loved spending time with him but for godssake this was your label, not to mention one that he offered and helped sign you on. you had no idea why he refused parties so much, even if he wasn't the one being invited he still could have came and nobody would have bat an eye. this time you werent going to let the opportunity slip you.

older!boyfriend ryan who lashes out on you when you address him head on. “no - trust me, you don't want to go to those kinds of places. they fuck you up,” ryan declared, silently hoping you would just obey him and listen like you usually do. instead, you prod further.

older!boyfriend ryan who knows you don't understand his past but gets annoyed anyway because you don't understand. when you push too far about anything before the young veins he blows a short fuse. “you’ve been to record label parties?...i didn’t think your music was that popular…i mean, you know what i mean”, you asked innocently one evening, standing in the living room. although you hadn't meant to hit a nerve - you had. ryan stepped closer to you, cheeks becoming hot with anger. “can you just listen to me? what the fuck is wrong with you? drop it already, you're not going.”

older!boyfriend ryan who saw you immediately become startled by his sudden fury but didn't care. you've been pushing too far with your pleas and needed to be taught a lesson for good. "listen, you don't know half the shit i’ve been through, do you fucking hear me? i was young and dumb like you once…” he began to raise his voice even further, backing you up against the nearest wall before shoving you lightly. “you know what?” he said after a minute, watching your eyes well up with tears. “go ahead. go to your fucking party. but ill tell you what's going to happen.”

older!boyfriend ryan who watched you tremble but towered over you anyways, breathing hot down your neck above you. “you're going to have a few drinks, and you'll have fun, but god forbid someone comes up behind you and gropes you. slips something in your drink to knock you out while he rapes you for hours in some dirty fucking alleyway. you really want that? because it seems like you do.” he cursed while tears started to flow down your cheeks, salty and steady as he continued. “you'll come crawling back to me begging me to pick you up. telling me i was right. and when you do - i won't fucking help you.”

older!boyfriend ryan who sounded like a completely different person as he chastised you. you didn't even care about the party anymore, just how tonight would end. ryan had never raised his voice at you before like this, and honest to god it scared you seeing him so angry. you sniffled quietly, mumbling a weak “‘m sorry,” before weaseling out of his trap and practically running out to the bedroom with shame and fear.

older!boyfriend ryan who felt the strongest wave of guilt he’d ever felt in his life. he hated seeing you cry, even worse that he was the cause. but he had to teach you to learn your place. after a minute of standing in silence, ryan followed you into the bedroom, watching you silently sob on the bed with your hands covering your face. “oh, sweetheart,” he sighed, hurrying to your side to pull you into a warm embrace. you wanted to say something, to tell him you wanted to be alone, or that you were sorry, even if you weren't exactly sure what you'd done wrong. “im so sorry, i didn't mean to yell like that…you know i just want to protect you,” he whispered, bittersweet tone laced with regret as he cupped his hands across your cheeks and wiped away your tears.

older!boyfriend ryan who makes it all better, kissing down your hair to your jaw. he slips your tanktop strap down, pressing his soft lips against your delicate exposed collarbone. you whimpered and sniffled, words caught in your throat as you pulled away. “do you really want to disobey me for the second time tonight? don't do this to me honey,” ryan tsked, brows furrowed as he looked up at you with wide eyes. you opened your mouth in protest but he just kissed them shut, shutting down your hopes of being left alone. “i’m taking care of you.”

older!boyfriend ryan who thrusts in and out of you roughly, face down ass up. he had started out gentle, caressing your back as he bottomed out with care. his hand held yours over your stomach, feeling his dick twitch inside of you noticing the bulge. “this is all for you sweetheart. see how much i love you?” ryan rasped in your ear before beginning to fuck you slow and deep. the more he stretched you out and filled you up, the harder he hammered into you without realizing. it's not his fault he’s taking this out on you.

older!boyfriend ryan who finished inside of you mercilessly, giving a loud groan and pumping you full of his cum. after a few weak thrusts, you came after, clenching around his cock and whimpering helplessly. “you're so much sweeter when you listen, baby. good job for me."

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.

older!boyfriend pete who's never afraid to snatch your eyeliner pen from your purse without asking. sometimes you'd start to use funky feminine colors, bringing them in your bag knowing once he finds them he'll hopefully be thrown off. but you quickly learned that even if it was purple or sparkly or nyx or mac...none of it seemed to matter. eyeliner was eyeliner, and as long as it was yours, pete wanted to use it.

older!boyfriend pete who just shrugs when you confront him time after time, hands on your hip frustrated as you ask where your eyeliner is.. "i dunno, look in the bathroom..." he'd mumble to himself before excusing it lightly for the hundredth time. "baby, don't worry about it. i'll pay you back." he'd look down at you with wide eyes that begged for forgiveness. "listen, i'll take you shopping and you can pick out whatever ones you want...i promise"

older!boyfriend pete who loves when you borrow his flat iron. he finds it so cute to watch you stick your tongue out in concentration while meticulously clamping sections of your hair. "i smell something burning," he'd glance at you in the mirror with a mix of caution and endearment. "be careful, sweetheart. those things cause damage, im serious," he'd say as he'd come up behind you, slithering his arms around your waist and watching your reaction in the glass. him being distracting like this certainly didn't support his worried pleads. "you sound like my mother," you'd scoff, sticking your tongue out playfully. in response, he'd just giggle and kiss your cheek, grabbing the straightener from you. "just let me help you, honey."

older!boyfriend pete who loves dolling you up just for him. at first, you thought he didn't know much about beauty, but to your surprise, he actually knows way more than you do. as soon as he offered to do your makeup, experimenting on you quickly became one of his favorite pastimes for getting ready. you'd be sat on the bathroom counter in nothing but your lingerie, swinging your legs and humming while you wait for him to find something to complete your look. rustling through one of his cosmetic bags, pete pulled out a tube of blue mascara and held it up to you proudly. "how do you feel about blue?" he'd grin cheekily. your face scrunched up in confusion. "i don't know...never seen it before," you shrugged. pete opened the tube and swatched it on himself, admiring the shade. "js'thought it'd go pretty with your eyes."

older!boyfriend pete who's usually touchy no matter what, but so extremely gentle when he's getting you ready. "look up and blink," he'd whisper, applying the mascara ever so slowly while standing in between your legs. you felt butterflies in your stomach as he leaned impossibly closer, smelling the cologne you picked out for him linger heavy around his collar. he'd always do the littlest things that he knew would make you reel. "baby, you look like a fuckin model." he'd pull away from you to watch the shade on your lashes pop gorgeously before leaning back in to give soft kisses on your neck (instead of your cheek because he'd already put blush there). "everyone's gonna for sure be eyeing you tonight, sweetheart."

older!boyfriend pete who'd thrown another one of his typical parties, one for no real reason other than to laugh and get drunk. aside from you and pete, most of his close decaydance friends had come and gone, dancing and chatting happily throughout the night. you'd made small talk with a few people, including brendon from the newly signed panic at the disco, conversing comfortably as you realized you were almost similar in age. "i'm just pete's close friend," you lied, hoping to at least appear normal to someone around here.

older!boyfriend pete who came up behind you out of nowhere, laughing loudly. "close friends? come on honey, that's not what you said last night," he raised his eyebrows, a dumb grin plastering his face. you could tell he was drunk almost immediately, blush creeping up on your cheeks as pete's arms began to snake around your waist, gripping you firmly and kissing your down jaw. after brendon let out an awkward laugh, pete pulled away from your neck, eyeing him condescendingly. "get lost, urie."

older!boyfriend pete who argued with you after everyone went home. as soon as the door shut and the last person was out, he turned to you with a firey gaze. "what the fuck were you doing, talking to brendon like that?" he hissed, backing you up onto the nearest wall. "who?" you stuttered, utterly confused before he gritted his teeth and grabbed your wrist, dragging you straight to his room.

older!boyfriend pete who threw you onto the bed, yanking off your clothes and his furiously before flipping you face down ass up. you squirmed as he handled you roughly, tossing and turning as you looked back to see him throw his shirt off and unzip his jeans. pete quickly grabbed your head, forcing you to look at the wall as he sat up on the bed behind you. "my little girl. so fucking dumb."

older!boyfriend pete who just tsked at you knowingly as soon as you let out a strangled moan when he slapped your ass. "look at you," he choked, giving a devilish smirk while prodding his tip at your hole teasingly. you thought he would have said something - anything else just to rile you up more, but you knew better. pete was drunk. and whenever he was drunk, he wanted you, bad, never wasting any time...

older!boyfriend pete who completely bottomed out with no warning, the sudden stretch making you dizzy with pleasure and guilt. he thrusted into you roughly, deeply penetrating your dripping cunt as he gripped your ass steadily with one hand and shoved your face down into the pillow with the other. you mewled uncontrollably, whines muffled and walls fluttering around him at the borderline suffocation. attempting to escape his chokehold, you managed to open your eyes at one point, staring down at the pillowcase that had been smeared with your blue mascara (that definitely wasn't going to wash off)...

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as much as ryan loved your cooking, it was your baking that really did it for him. it was true - he salivates over every meal you make, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. but dessert was a whole other infatuation.

you always enjoyed baking but regularly found yourself putting it off for special occasions like parties or holidays. after all, making meals for you and your boyfriend wasn't the most ideal way to spend your days. if you were both craving something sweet, you'd typically just grab a tub of ice cream and leave it at that. but tonight was a little more special than usual.

ryan had gotten home that night at around 11pm. there had been so much stress with touring that he practically flopped through the front door like he was about to crumble apart. he kicked his shoes off gently, trying his very hardest not to make a sound even if he felt like collapsing with exhaustion.

with all the lights turned off, he knew you were definitely sleeping, especially at this hour. he laughed to himself, thinking about you all tucked up waiting to be awoke by a dip in the bed followed by endless sleepy cuddles and kisses.

as he set down his bags, ryan rubbed his eyes tiredly, taking in the comforting sight of your shared home. along with smelling something nauseously sugary waft through the house, he could quietly hear a faint soundtrack of some old beatles song he knew all too well coming from further inside. he smiled knowing you must have left a candle and some music on before you went to bed. as clumsy as you were, the atmosphere was warm and sweet, softening the weight on his shoulders. he was so ridiculously happy to be back home with you.

but as he walked further into the house and turned the corner to the kitchen, the sight before him made him want to melt beyond his belief.

there you stood, all peppy and dolled up in his favorite lacy pink pajamas that were barely covering you (and should really have been considered lingerie). with your back turned to him, you hadn't heard him come in, focused on the bowl in front of you as you whisked away. humming to the quiet music, you almost jumped out of your body when you turned around to get something from the fridge, seeing ryan's tall lanky figure in the doorway.

“ryan!” you squealed, practically lunging towards him. his arms found your waist instantly, wrapping you in a warm embrace. you couldn't tell if your chest tightening was from the overwhelming love or if he was just hugging you too tight.

“what are you doing up this late?” he laughed softly, running his gentle fingers through your hair. “what's all this?”

“well…it's a special night! you're finally home…and i don't know, i wanted you to have a sweet treat.” you looked up at him with awe, trying to ground yourself from feeling so elated.

“oh yeah?” he whispered, kissing your hair.

“mmm,” you hummed in agreement, burying your face deeper into his chest. “i thought your train came in at 12, so i just started the cupcakes…’m sorry they're not done yet.”

“no, the train left early, actually. i didnt call because i figured you were sleeping. and…i thought i’d surprise you.”

“we sure are shitty at surprises,” you smiled, pressing his forehead against yours.

“i guess so,” he chimed, nuzzling your noses together, as if you couldn't have been any closer.

although of course you were happy for the received fame, it only seemed more intimidating for the both of you as the band continued to grow. the circus tour was the first tour panic had ever gone on, and even if it was only a few weeks, you struggled without ryan’s presence, missing him in everything you did.

even though it had gone relatively unspoken, you knew ryan felt the same. after about a month of torture apart from you, there was only so much time away he could handle. he took in a deep breath again, the excited hug turning into a relaxed embrace that refused to let you go.

“...well, now we can decorate them together. i was actually just about to put them in the oven, so we can still make the frosting.”

sure, ryan was exhausted, but the minute you suggested baking together he felt like a shot of espresso ran through his veins. there was nothing more he loved to do than watch (and help) you in the kitchen. “yes please,” he gleamed, staring down at you like you were the prettiest thing in the world (of course to him, you were).

after a moment of holding each other in silence again, you felt ryan graze his knuckles underneath your top and across your hip. the sensation was jolting and frigid, making your skin prickle.

“you're freezing. why are you so cold? pajamas, please.” you breathed, rubbing your hand over his.

“well i should shower first. im totally gross,” he mumbled ashamedly.

even if you really didn't think he needed one, you weren't going to protest. he had to wind down after all of that travel anyways. “and then pajamas and frosting?”

ryan sighed fondly at your persistence, kissing your forehead gently. “my angel. ‘m missed you more than anything.”

……………………..

even after fifteen minutes and what seemed like endless unclean toothpick pulls, the cupcakes still weren't done. you huffed impatiently, eyeing the treats from the oven window.

“hi,” you heard from the other side of the room, your heart fluttering from the familiar voice.

turning around to look at him, you felt your brain shift. that was a sight you hadn't seen in what seemed like forever. you swore you felt butterflies shoot straight to your core.

ryan stood in front of you clad in his boxers, wet hair ruffled, as he stretched in the doorway. you took in his bare figure tentatively before he walked toward you, smiling wide. his hands found your waist, hair damp and skin smelling of vanilla musk (a scent you knew all too well).

“what happened to pajamas?” you quipped, your arms wrapping around his neck, fingers slightly scratching the back of his hair.

“the shower was pretty hot…” he trailed off, mesmerized by your touch.

“you're pretty hot,” you half-joked, tilting your head impudently.

“oh, haha,” he laughed sarcastically, blush creeping into his cheeks. “very funny.”

“mmm…” you hummed, gazing into his eyes endearingly. “you know im not kidding, ry.”

ryan’s face flushed a little deeper, averting his eyes nervously while trying to change the subject. “how are the cupcakes?”

“not as sweet as you.” you pushed a little further, the corners of your mouth curving up before pulling him closer. you cupped his face endearingly, staring into his wide, blown out pupils. “...yet. we can still make the frosting, though. they'll be done by then…”

ryan rolled his eyes at your obvious flirting, secretly swooning but of course you don't have to know that. “okay, sure, sweetheart.”

as you started to get out the ingredients, ryan followed behind you like a lost puppy. pouring some sugar and butter into the bowl, you both peered into the mixer, watching the whisk spin fluidly.

you huffed, jumping up on the edge of the counter restlessly to sit next to the mixer. as you absentmindedly swung your feet, ryan stepped in front of you, to which you wrapped your legs around his waist. a small grin plastered his face at the teasing contact, your core just barely grazing his.

“don't give me that look.” he tilted his head up, leaning into the tension, eyes searching your face.

“what look?” your brows furrowed even though your eyes gleamed.

“that look,” he said evidently, your face plastered with a huge dumb smile now.

“i don't know what you're talking about,” you shook your head, pretending to be oblivious as you very obviously eyed his lips. “i think the frosting is ready.”

“right.” he reluctantly tore his attention off of you, shifting a little to take a look into the mixer before shutting it off. the loss of warmth made your core flicker, and in heat of wanting more, you sat up pretty to rope him in closer with your legs.

ryan made a small groan at the contact, the corners of his mouth pulling into a sly smirk. “stop,” he giggled, the growing bulge in his boxers proving his protests otherwise. ryan stuck his slender finger in the bowl, getting a good blob of frosting on it to taste.

but as he brought the frosting to his mouth, you pulled his arm towards you instead, wrapping your lips around his finger. the frosting seeped into your mouth, sickly sweet. you looked into ryan’s eyes deeply, sitting up a little again just to feel the extra friction grinding against the two of you.

“oh you're such a fucking tease,” he raised his eyebrows, giving you a disbelieving look as you lick his finger clean. “so this is how it's gonna be?”

nothing could stop your grin from getting wider at his words. “how what's gonna be?” you stuck out your tongue, looking up at him innocently. “cmon, i want more.”

this time, ryan was done with your torture, finally ready to shut you up. sticking two fingers into the bowl now, he placed his frosting covered fingers on your tongue, watching you suck provocatively. “how's it taste?”

“mmm,” you hummed as ryan gave a cocky smirk, pulling his fingers off with another loud pop. “fucking delicious. want some?”

before he could answer, you pulled him in for a deep kiss, spit laced with sweetness. ryan melted into you, fully pressing his hard length against your soaked panties without shame. you whimpered slightly at the contact, the thin fabric being the only thing separating the two of you.

hearing your pleas, ryan gave a full smile now, pressing his open mouth to yours into another sloppy kiss. “my dirty girl,” he mused, nibbling down your neck. “if you want something, just say so, hm? no need to play games…”

suddenly, ryan slipped his two fingers down past your waistband, grazing your plump pussy, his fingers still coated with your spit. you hissed needily, feeling a rush of pleasure shoot through your veins.

you let out a sweet cry at the loss of stimulation as he stepped back, tugging at your waistband and slipping off your panties smoothly. you lifted your hips back down, naked cunt pressing down onto the cold counter (that you had cleaned just for his arrival - but didn't mind cleaning again just for this).

“pretty,” ryan hummed, unable to take his eyes off of your dripping core. you arched your back, spreading your legs farther apart just for him. ryan prodded his fingers in your hole, grazing teasingly. you squirmed at the sensation eagerly. “ry…”

“you asked for this,” he reminded, pushing his fingers in fully now, curling up deep. completely lost in lust, you just moaned loudly, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

as his fingers began to thrust in and out of you slowly, your head lolled back, spreading your legs open even further as if on instinct. ryan’s naked chest was now pressed flush against yours as he breathed down your neck sensually. his lewd kisses and nips slowly became more passionate, suckling on your sensitive skin lovingly, leaving dark purple marks on your skin.

just to push you further, ryan kneaded his thumb over your clit firmly as his fingers began to speed up, squelching in and out of you now intensely. you collapsed onto him, arms wrapping around his head to pull him impossibly closer as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. “please,” you begged, unable to make out anything coherent and just wanting more.

ryan pulled back to look at you, smiling knowing he hit your sweet spot as he watched your face contort in pleasure. stretching his fingers even deeper, he began to work your nub and thrust feverishly now.

and just as you were about to let loose, ryan pulled his fingers out completely, immediately making you whine at the loss of pleasure.

“ryan,” you mewled, shoving him lightly off of you as he continued to suck on your neck, unable to meet your eyes. “what the fuck is your problem?”

“what problem?” he retorted, mocking your playful attitude earlier. he pulled away from you now and simpered softly. “come on, i didn't even taste the frosting yet.”

completely over this game, you were about to roll your eyes until you saw what he began to do, a thrill passing through your body as you understood what exactly he meant by tasting the frosting.

ryan sank down in between your legs now, completely and unashamedly submissive. his tongue swiped across his bottom lip like he was craving this moment for weeks. you ran your fingers through his hair lovingly as he looked up at you, broken eyes begging for permission. “may i?”

this man was unbelievable. you smirked, scratching his scalp and pushing his head gently into your pussy (much to his delight).

you knew that ryan loved eating you out, but you'd truly forgotten just how good he gave it to you. as his warm tongue swiped across your wet folds bottom to top tantalizingly slow, you gasped at the sensation, letting out a lewd moan.

ryan wrapped your legs around his shoulders now, gripping your thighs as he continued to work on your throbbing pussy. his nose pressed roughly against your clit as he delve his tongue into you, the force making you buck your hips up into the air desperately.

his tongue worked in slow motions, lapping at your cunt lasciviously like he was absolutely starving but still wanting to make this last. he had been dreaming of tasting you ever since he’d left, silently jerking off to the thought of you almost every night he was away. now it was finally here and he wanted to savor every moment.

rutting up against his tongue slowly, you tugged ryan’s hair a little more harder than intended. but ryan didn't seem to mind, his deep groans sending vibrations straight to your core. “fuck, baby. just like that.” ryan’s breath fanned hot against your soaking lips as he pulled away for a second before going back in even more passionately.

you clenched around him, quivering as he curled his tongue at your sweet spot, lapping at you feverishly like he was starved. “tastes s’fuckin sweet, i swear to god.” he choked, catching his breath. diving his tongue into you again, he hit the same spot but even deeper, making you buck feverishly into the air for the second time. “j..jesus, ry…”

you began to grind up against his face now, whimpering loudly unable to control yourself. you slowly began to feel a coil wind in your stomach as ryan continued to lap at your aching cunt. unable to form anything coherent, you whined as a warning, to which he smiled, pressing open kisses to your clit. “i know, honey.”

you couldn't hold it together for much longer. with a few more agonizing moments, you let loose completely, cumming so hard you saw stars. ryan buried his face in you like he was going to suffocate himself. catching your savory finish on his tongue, he lapped up the slick slowly just so he could taste you for a little longer.

ryan pressed a few open mouth kisses to your clit before pulling away from your throbbing pussy. he looked up at you with desperate eyes, spit and cum dribbling down his chin. he licked his lips and swallowed, hair sticking to his forehead, still damp from the shower (and a little sweat). in this moment he truly looked like an ethereal angel.

“i love you,” you whispered, wanting to soak in this moment forever.

ryan rest his head on your inner thigh now, lightly wiping his chin. he cracked a shy grin as he opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, he scrunched his nose in sudden repulsion.

“what?” you asked, brows furrowed in confusion as ryan whipped his head around. you followed his worried gaze to the oven.

older!boyfriend pete who's been sure to make himself at home while your parents are away for the weekend. he's sprawled leisurely on your bed, watching you fix your hair in the mirror before he notices your open backpack on the floor. you see him reach for your newly received report card and roll your eyes. "don't look at that," you protested weakly, too invested on brushing your hair to actually turn around and stop him.

older!boyfriend pete who's eyebrows raise impossibly high while reading your scores as you watch him in the mirror. "a 78 in precalc? isn't that the class you always beg me to pick you up from?" he looks up at you with light disapproval. "i thought you were doing good." he dropped the folder on your bed, kicking his feet up. "i am," you whined, beginning to brush a little more slowly, upset that he brought it up. "...the teacher is just bad. and all my other classes have straight a's!"

older!boyfriend pete who shakes his head at your excuses. "i know school sucks, but you know better than that," he'd sigh, watching your careless expression as you continued to focus on your reflection. "maybe if you stopped focusing on how pretty you are and started caring about school.." he frowned sarcastically, earning an faux annoyed look and a hairbrush thrown at him from you. pete scrunched up in a ball, bracing for the brush that hit his back lightly. "-because you're already pretty!" he quickly added, giggling as you jumped on the bed to snuggle up next to him.

older!boyfriend pete whose fingers grazed your cheek admiringly as you looked up at him, pressed tightly against his chest. "have you thought about getting a tutor?" he mused, partially joking but wanting to see how you'd react to the thought. "so what, my weekends are spent crying over math instead of having fun with you? thanks, but i'd rather just take the bad grade," you shifted under the blanket, his arms wrapping around your waist almost more controllingly than clingy. he laughed with you before a moment of comfortable silence fell on the room. "...maybe you don't have to,” pete piped up as you pulled away curiously, gazing at him above you. "i can help you, y'know."

older!boyfriend pete who remains serious even when you laugh in his face. "don't be ridiculous, petey." you scoffed, hiding yourself back into his chest to turn down whatever crazy idea he seemed to have. "no, im serious, honey...what are your parents gonna say when they see that grade, hm?" he nudged you softly. "tell them that im your new tutor, baby. i'm taking care of you now."

older!boyfriend pete who was now some amazing tutor that you had put up a great performance to your parents about. "yeah, mom. he's supposed to be great. becky and ella both told me he's taught them a lot," you explained, practically begging now. admittedly, you were still nervous, as this was the first time your mom was ever hearing of pete (and it was through a lie). but who were you kidding? of course she couldn't say no. although she definitely wasn't happy about the grade, she was pleasantly surprised to see you trying to better yourself with this. "okay, sure. what's his number? have you gotten in contact with him yet?" she asked, becoming even more surprised when you had nodded. "yes, he said any day works for him. i was thinking tuesdays and thursdays? y'know, so at least i still have the weekend.."

older!boyfriend pete who was elated when you showed up at his door the next tuesday with your schoolbag slung over your shoulder and your mom standing behind you politely. "hi, are you mr. wentz?" you chirped as soon as the door opened. immediately noticing your shirt (which was his), pete almost choked on his own spit, shifting his weight to try to cover up the fact the sight of you trying to act all innocent was enough to make him rock hard on the spot. "hey there! it's nice to meet you..."

older!boyfriend pete who put on his best performance to show he was responsible enough. "yeah, i play a little music sometimes, but i tutor math on the side. i'm sure she's told you all about me," pete grinned, motioning towards you as to welcome you inside. after a bit of smooth small talk, your mom waved goodbye mannerly from the front steps. "it was very nice meeting you, pete. have fun, you can call me when you're done later!"

older!boyfriend pete who’d come up behind you, taking your bag off of your shoulders lovingly as you peeked through the blinds to watch your mom drive away. “so,” he started, snaking his hands familiarly around your waist and squeezing playfully. “first time meeting the parents. not so bad, huh? do i still got it?” he’d snicker, placing smiling kisses to your neck sweetly. “pete!” you’d squeal, trying to escape his teasing.

older!boyfriend pete who tsked at you as soon as he saw you make a beeline to his bedroom and flop down on his bed like it was your own. “oh no,” he quipped, bringing your bag into the room. “come on. get up. we’re still doing work.” he looked at you knowingly from the foot of the bed, setting the bag next to you and beginning to look through it. “what? why?” you whined. “i thought we were just lying so we could spend more time together,” you turned over and buried your face into his pillow (that incidentally smelled really good…). pete ignored your drama and took out your papers, waving them in front of you. as soon as you heard him say your name, you knew that his attitude shifted. “stop bitching and get up. do i really have to speak to you like you're a toddler?” he chastised with cool finality.

older!boyfriend pete who sat next to you at the kitchen counter shaking his head with confusion - surprisingly not at the material, but at you. “how do you not understand this, sweetheart?” he’d mutter, pointing to the numbers like they were clear as day. he droned on, explaining the problem in full detail as if you were ever paying attention in the first place. “i thought you were more of an english person. what happened to all that poetry?” you’d muse, holding onto his arm and nuzzling your face into his shoulder. “are you just good at math, too?”

older!boyfriend pete who’d sigh softly, losing composure as you kissed down his neck while toying with the hem of his shirt, hoping to convince him to just drop this and have fun with something else instead. “no, this stuff is actually pretty easy.” he huffed, putting his pencil down. he knew he had to be patient with you, but you were making this so difficult for him. looking down at you practically clinging onto his side, he hummed, finally pulling you into his lap. “maybe we should try a different approach. how’s that sound, angel?”

older!boyfriend pete who gripped your hip with one hand, attempting to keep you still as you squirmed on his cock impatiently. “if you focus for me, you’ll get what you want.” he promised, breathing down your neck from behind your shoulder. you only whimpered in response, trying to shift your weight, desperate for any sort of friction. but pete’s hand denied you steadily, forcing you to pay attention to the paper in front of you. just to go the extra mile, he curled his other hand over yours, grazing your skin as your pencil moved shakily to the next problem.

older!boyfriend pete who’s finally in control. “i know you can do this, sweetheart. can you at least try for me?” he’d kiss your hair, trying to coax you even further. “okay,” you murmured, sitting up to poise yourself and attempt to concentrate. pete’s cock throbbed in you as he watched your back arch perfectly against his chest. you sat so pretty on his dick - it ached him to make you wait like this. as you moved to each problem absently, pete whispered little praises in your ear to keep you going. “good job, baby. look at you go. not so hard, is it?"

older!boyfriend pete who watched your broken reactions after each comment, clearly trying not to unravel. you obviously felt equally distracted, the pulsing in your core messing with your brain signals. you felt lightheaded with anticipation, feeling him bulge inside you with every twitch of his dick. scribbling down a random answer at the last problem, you slammed down your pencil and let out a whine of relief. “my smart girl.” he’d purr, not even checking if your number was right. “so patient and eager just for me.”

older!boyfriend pete who’d slip his hands up your shirt and pull it off tantalizingly slow just to push you even further. his eyes would gleam at the sight of you in his favorite pink lacy bra that he’d bought you. “wore this just for me, hm?” he teased, smiling proudly. the ache burned as pete gripped your hips possessively, lifting you off his dick and flipping you around so that you're straddling above him now. “yes, mr. wentz”, you moaned, completely wanton as he lowered you down for the second time now.

older!boyfriend pete who stopped halfway inside of you, leaving you hovering as he held you up. “what'd you jus’say?” he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, mouth curving up into something small. you felt a rush of humiliation through your veins as you started to stumble over your words, but pete cut you off. “say it again, baby.” you swallowed, looking into his eyes deeply. “yes, mr. wentz,” you mewled quietly, feeling a little more small than before.

older!boyfriend pete who thought you were absolutely adorable, smirking cheekily now as he lowered you down fully without warning. you whined embarrassedly loud, the sudden stretch hurting so good that you thought you might cum right then. pete guided you through it slowly, thrusting up into the right spot that made you want to melt right down onto him. "you're the best student ive ever had, honey." he'd groan in between rough huffs and thrusts.

older!boyfriend pete who'd wave goodbye to you innocently from the front door as if he hadn't just completely ruined you earlier. "that pete sure is a nice man," your mom chimed, waving back as you buckled into the car. “did you have fun? learn a lot?” she inquired, driving away. “yeah, we got my homework done,” you nodded while looking out the window. “he’s lots of fun.” you smiled silently. “good! then we’ll see him on thursday as well.” your mom reminded as you felt your heart flutter. it seemed like you weren't getting rid of “pete the tutor” anytime soon.

older!boyfriend pete who’d reward you every single time you did well on a test. the praise was different every week - new panties, new bra, a wad of money, or simply just mind-blowing sex. as soon as your grade seemed to be miraculously picking up, there was nobody more proud of you than pete. you had no idea how but it seemed that for whatever reason his lewd study methods had actually been working.