Patrick Stump Imagines

That One Guy From Your Music Video

A/N: This is one of the ideas from Imagine These... and it's smut. Yes. The smut. I should've written smut for the 69th chapter but rn it's the 80 somethingth chapter and its tooOoOoO LATE

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"Miss (Y/N), Patrick says he'll be here in 15 minutes," she announced after the other things she said. You nodded and wrapped your towel tighter, covering more parts of your body as she went on. "And your pizza delivery will be here in 35 minutes or whatever."

"I thought there was this 30 minute guarantee or whatever?" you asked in confusion.

"I don't know. It's what the company told me. Anything else?"

You shrugged as she sighed and started walking away for your trailer. You walked back to the set where the swimming pool was while the camera crew adjusted the scene.

"Miss (Y/N), our next scene will be the swimming pool scene, and the overall plot is that you and him," he gestures to the man in the pool, "have some 'fun' and make out. Any questions?"

"Make out?" you asked. He nodded as you raised your eyebrow. "I'm married."

"Listen, do you want this music video or not?"

"I do, but can we live without the kissing part?"

"We can't. Now, go back to the set. We're starting to film."

You sighed and walked to the pool surrounded by lights and staff running around, making sure everything looked perfect. You walked to the pool and dipped your feet, enjoying the feeling of the water on your skin. The guy of whose name you did not know swam over to you and wiped his face with the towel on the side.

"Hey," he greeted, starting up a conversation. You looked up and smiled in acknowledgement before he introduced himself kindly.

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It's filming time and you and the man, whose name was Lucas, have become acquaintances over the time that you two spent while talking, which was just probably about 10 minutes.

He swam closer to you while the director barked orders as you heard the studio door open. You didn't get to look at the direction of where the noise came from since you were tasked to keep eye contact with Lucas. He smiled before leaning in for a kiss, you kissing back hesitantly.

A smirk was on his face as he pulled away and stared at your eyes. You were uncomfortable with him, seeing that he was probably enjoying that damned kiss and savoring the moments in his mind. The director screamed 'cut!' before the cameramen rushed into their places, you running out of the pool in shame.

Your assistant caught up with you. "Hey, Patrick's at that corner. He's been waiting."

You were confused at the smirk on her face as you walked to where she told you to, shivering at the fact that you were in a bikini with only a thin towel over you while the airconditioning in the room was as cold as probably Alaska or something. You made it to where he was sitting as he observed the crew with a frown on his face.

He glanced at you as his eyes widened and stood up, walking swiftly to you. You swallowed before looking up at his eyes. (I highly doubt that you'll actually look up to meet his eyes because he's so smol)

"Hey Patrick. You okay?"

"I'm not okay."

You raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

He leaned in quickly for a kiss as his hands found a way to your jawline, holding it tenderly as he enjoyed every moment of the kiss. You kissed back, but he was just too strong for you. You pulled away with a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

"Was it that guy?" you asked in concern. When he nodded, a smirk crawled onto your face. "Well, we're starting to become friends. He's a pretty nice guy."

His eyes darkened as his hands now moved to your ass, grabbing it. "Oh really?"

"Mhm," you whispered.

"I hope you realize that you're mine. This ass, your hair, your body, everything about you is mine. And I don't like sharing."

His lips landed on yours once again before carrying you to your trailer, slamming the door shut and throwing you on the bed that you usually sleep on in between shots. He took his shirt off as he threw his fedora on the floor, leaving him shirtless. He walked over to you and pulled your towel off, throwing it to the pile of clothes he had in one corner. He started leaving kisses on your neck, hickeys forming with the ones he stayed longer on.

"You're only mine," he whispered at your ear. This sent shivers down your spine as your hands moved to his hair, grabbing it. He hissed at this before pulling away and looking at you in your bikini. He licked his lips before his hands landed on your body, caressing it and stopping at your underwear. He pulled it off with ease as his fingers found their way to your entrance.

"You've got to be a good girl, Princess," he taunted. His fingers stayed still, causing you to squirm around, wanting some friction between the two of you. "But seeing that you're acting so naughty makes me want to do the worst things to you."

He pulled his fingers away and took his belt off along with his pants and boxers, slamming into you without a warning. Your hands crumpled the sheets as you became a moaning mess, which was nondoubtedly heard by others.

"Pat-Patrick," you groaned. He thrusted faster before his head moved to your ear.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You. Just you. I belong to none other than—" you were cut off by your own moans as he dipped his head on your neck, leaving more hickeys behind. There you swore you needed to wear a scarf for the next few days.

"(Y/N)," he breathed before he released and collapsed next to you, inviting you to cuddle with him as he carried you to the proper end of the bed and pulled the sheets over you.

"I've never seen that side of you before," you whispered. He chuckled before he buried his face on your hair.

"It only comes out for one person. And that, my love, is you," he whispered back. You smiled before you heard the door click open, your assistant walking in while looking at your checkboard.

"Miss (Y/N), your pizza delivery is—OH MY GOD!" she screamed before running away laughing.