Patrick Stump Imagines

Good Morning

A/N: Warning: SMUT. SUCKY SMUT.

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Patrick miraculously woke up before you this morning, which meant that, according to your bet, he'll get what he wants for the rest of the day.

Instead of waking you up to tell you he's won the bet, he just laid there, staring at you sleeping. He loved the way your hair glowed with the sun, and your warmth when you're next to him.

You yawned, opening your eyes and seeing Patrick awake. "Good morning, babe," you sighed out.

"Come on, wake up! I won the bet!" He shaked you awake.

"What bet?" You asked sleepily.

"I'll get what I want for the rest of the day if I wake up earlier than you!"

"Fine." You sat up on your bed, pulling Patrick up. "So what do you want to do today?"

He smiled at you. "I just want to make breakfast for you, since you always make breakfast for me. I want to give you a break."

"You don't have to do that, Patty. Really. You gave me everything I wanted and I think it's just that I make breakfast for you." You stood up and walked to the kitchen, but Patrick followed you.

"No, let me. Go sit down on the couch and watch TV. I'll make you breakfast." He pushed you gently towards the couch. You, on the other hand, sat on the couch stubbornly, making Patrick sigh.

"Listen, (Y/N). There are only three reasons why I wanted to win the bet. One, I want to see you sleeping, two, I want to give you a break. You'll know the third one later." He walked to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast.

After about 7 minutes, you smelled burning coming from the kitchen. You quickly stood up and ran to the stove, where Patrick was trying to cook, but it looks like he failed.

"This is why I don't let you prepare breakfast," you stated, turning off the stove and looking at the burnt pieces of 'bacon' on the pan.

"I'm sorry. I guess you're right," he looked down, disappointed. "But I still won the bet, and there's still a third reason why I wanted to win."

You looked at him, confused. "What?"

He smirked at you. "You really can't tell?"

"What?!"

"This," he kissed you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, carrying your legs and going upstairs, not minding that the TV was still turned on.

He opened the door to your room and put you down on the bed, sucking at your neck, until he found your sweet spot, which made you moan.

"P-Pat, don't stop." You moaned out. He stood up, closed the door which was left open, then went back to sucking you.

He started unbuttoning your shirt, then took off your pajamas, leaving you in your underwear. He, on the other hand, stood up and took his clothes off, leaving you the only one clothed.

He positioned hisself in the middle of your legs, taking off your panties and looking at you for permission. You nodded, then he slowly started going in you.

You felt pleasure, but at the same time, pain, as he went in deeper into you. You finally felt that you were close, so you held on to the sheets to hold it.

"Patrick, I-I'm close," you stuttered out. He then slammed into you without warning, making you scream the orgasm you've been holding in.

He pulled out of you and lay beside you, sucking on your neck and wrapping his arms around your waist. "I love you."

You closed your eyes, feeling the pleasure he was leaving. "I love you more."

"I love you most."