Fall Out Boy Imagines/Preferences

33. Turn Ons

Bear with me guys, this story is about to get a little PG-13, no smut, but prepare yourself.

Patrick Stump:

"Come on (Y/N)." Meagan called from living room. "We want to watch the movie already."

"I'm coming! Do you want popcorn on not?" You pulled the hot bag from the microwave and transferred it to a bowl, as Patrick walked into the room.

"Hurry uuuupppp." Pete whined. "It's been hours." He complained, making you roll eyes.

"Give her a break." Patrick wrapped his arms around you from behind and kissed your cheek.

"Thank you babe." You tossed the buttery bag into the trash can.

"No problem babe." He nuzzled his face into your neck, making you shiver lightly.

Patrick smiled and planted a lingering kiss. "Let's go watch this movie." He whispered, his lips on your ear. He squeezed you closer to him and walked into the living room.

You followed him, feeling flushed. "Here you go." You set the popcorn bowl in front of Pete, who pounced on it like a famished vulture.

"Finally." Pete called and pushed play on the remote.

You sat beside Patrick, who pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist.

All throughout the movie, Patrick continued to pepper kisses along your bare shoulders, raising goosebumps.

"Quit it." You hissed as Patrick grazed his teeth against your neck.

"I'm not doing anything." Patrick grinned as he continued.

"Patrick." You said quietly wiggling in his lap.

He sucked in a breath at the friction rubbing against him. "Stop that."

"Stop what?" You asked innocently, putting more pressure on his lap.

Patrick groaned, burying his face into your shoulder. "(Y/N)." He warned, his breath labored.

You swallowed a gasp as Patrick hands ran over the skin above your waistband.

"Before you two start undressing each other, I just want to say that you two are by far the two grossest people in the world." Pete said, getting up. "And that was our cue to you leave."

Meagan winked at you two as she followed Pete out the front door. "Have fun." She said, making you blush.

"Well." Patrick said, turning you towards him. "At least we don't have to be quiet anymore."

Joe Trohman:

You bit your lip as you stared at your laptop screen, concentrating on revising your 10 page essay that was due tomorrow.

Your boyfriend Joe was lying beside you on the bed, listlessly scrolling through his phone, ever so often he would glance up at you.

"How' the paper coming?" He asked, eyes fixed on his phone.

"Almost done." You said biting your bottom lip harder as you read the paper faster, trying to get the task done before you could procrastinate again.

Joe shifted his position on the bed, squirming a little. "How much do you think you have until your done?" He asked, staring at you.

You shrugged. "Couple pages I think." You answered. "Why?"

"Nothing." Joe continued to watch you, as you bit your lip in concentration.