A Series Of Patrick Stump Imagines

No One Can Make You Feel This Way But Me/I'm Back From Tour And I'm Making War

A/N: Long chapter name, I'm feeling a little bit like Fall Out Boy right now. This is a smut warning, like this specific imagine is smut. If you don't like it, you can skip it; no one is forcing you do read it. If you do like it, than enjoy. Btw I am terrible at smut sooo...

I was waiting for Patrick's arrival home from tour. I was in a three piece lingerie set; black lace stockings, black lace thong, and a strapless push up bra, also black lace. Man, he was going to be hella surprised. I hid under the covers in our bed, waiting for Patrick.

     "Baby, I'm home!" Patrick shouted.

     "I shut my eyes and pretended to be asleep. I felt his lips touch my cheek briefly. I sat up, the covers still hiding my body. "Hey there Patrick."

     "He turned around and jumped onto the bed, hugging me. "Hi baby!"

     "I let go of the sheet, revealing my lingerie. "Hi love, how've you been?"

     "Um, I- c-can, y-y-yeah, great. What are you wearing?"
 
     Just a little something I picked up at Victoria's Secret. Do you like it?" I asked, twirling my hair and biting my lip seductively. I didn't wait for an answer; I pulled Patrick's shirt off of him and climbed on top, drumming my fingers on his chest, which was rising and falling incredibly fast. "You okay, my love?"
"Uhm, yes?" He squeaked.
"That's good," I purred."Now, I want you to do me a favour and take your pants off."
Off came his pants, as did his fedora.
"That's better."

A/N: I'll finish it someday, sorry to disappoint :(