Patrick Stump Imagines

We Aren't Going Anywhere Tonight

A/N: Decided to improve my smut-writing skills so please skip this part if you're an innocent lil' bean like Josh Dun.

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A black lace dress embraced your body as you waited for your suitor. Tonight was the night the both of you have been dreaming of, and you were ecstatic about it. You hoped that he was, too.

The knock on your door called for you, making you run down the stairs in heels. You opened the door to see him with your favorite flowers and a tuxedo. He was looking below him, not even sneaking a chance to look at you. You cleared your throat that made him shoot up his head and in awe, his mouth opened.

"Good evening, madame," he greeted in a fake British accent. You decided to play along with his game.

"Good evening to you, too, young lad. What a beautiful outfit you're wearing," you replied.

He smiled. "Thank you. Yours is more beautiful."

You laughed the conversation off. "Seriously, Patrick, what are we even doing?"

He joined in. "I don't even know."

The laughter subsided and you allowed him to enter your house. He was still in awe of your interior design even though he has been here for as much times as humanly possible. You closed the door and walked over to him.

"Where are we going tonight, Romeo?" you asked in a seductive tone as you wrapped your arms around his body. You heard a faint chuckle come from his mouth as he turned around and met your eyes.

"We aren't going anywhere tonight, Sugar." His soft lips met yours as his hands wrapped their way around your torso while you took yours off of his to his hair, grabbing a fistful making him lowly groan. You loved the sound and every move his tongue made around yours.

He decided to kick it up a notch as his hands moved lower from your stomach to your thighs where he lifted you with ease and wrapped them around his waist. He started walking up the stairs to your room, not even tripping once. Soon enough, the both of you were inside your bedroom, door closed while still making out.

He pulled away which made you whimper and stared at you lustfully. "You look so beautiful, Babygirl. I want you."

You played along with his kinks. "You can have me, Daddy. Just please, continue."

He chuckled lowly and took his necktie off, grabbing your wrists and tying them with it. He tied you to your headboard and spread your legs open.

His fingers glided smoothly all over your skin as his hands made their way to your back, unzipping the dress and throwing it somewhere across the room. You were left in your underwear while he was still fully clothed, but not for long. (I seriously wanted to make a pun to Immortals but I realized that I was writing smut and that'll be really awkward.)

He started taking each piece of his clothing off, not leaving anything behind. You stared at him in awe as he smirked at you. Without a word, he went back between your legs and once again rubbed your thighs, you trying desperately not to move around.

He played with the lace of your black underwear as he slowly took it off. "Daddy, please," you begged. You desperately needed him to touch you right now.

He smirked once again as he made his movements slower as he inserted his left hand in your underwear, rubbing your clit gently. You moved slightly, making him stop.

"If you want it, Princess, you gotta play by my rules. No moving. You can make sounds if you want, but if I ever feel a single movement from you, you will get punished. Same goes if you don't follow what I say. Understand?" he stated in a deep voice.

"Yes, Daddy," you agreed breathlessly. He continued his movements which made your breathing hitch. He kept doing it until he finally decided to insert one of his fingers inside of you, looking for that one spot. He started thrusting his finger which made you roll your eyes at the back of your head. As he thrusted, you moaned. He smirked and continued thrusting in the exact place, knowing that that was your spot.

He kept doing this until he inserted a second finger, fingering your spot until he spread your legs wider with his other hand and inserting a third finger. By now, you were a moaning mess and you were really close to your climax.

"Daddy, please, I'm close," you begged in a whisper that you knew only he could hear. He thrusted faster until you felt your stomach curl and you couldn't hold it any longer.

"Hold it," he ordered. You couldn't take it any longer so you came on his fingers, him smirking at what you did. He took all three of them out, sucking on them one by one. "You didn't listen. What do you think I need to do?"

"Punish me, Daddy," you answered. He turned you around and got his belt from the floor, rubbing your ass and suddenly hitting it harshly.

"Count to five with me."

You started counting with him. The first hit was soft, but as the others came, they became harder and harder. As the last hit was finished, you were flipped and stared at again, teasing you just by his looks.

He dove in the middle of your legs, licking the spot where his fingers previously were, his tongue playing with you. After your last punishment, you decided not to disobey him and writhe around since you didn't want a sore ass the next morning.

He licked up one last stripe and went to your neck and started making hickeys. You moaned with every move his mouth made. You were lucky to have a singer fucking you because his moans were melodic.

Without a warning, he slammed into you, making you gasp. You felt that he was really big, which made you moan.

He put his arms down on your knees and spread them farther, grinding down on you with much force as he can. He kept moaning onto your neck as his thrusts became faster and faster. Your eyes were probably at the back of your head because of the pleasure you were experiencing, and decided that he wasn't fast enough.

"Faster, Daddy, faster," you commanded. He chuckled and went deeper and faster, which you think wasn't possible anymore. Finally, the familiar feeling in your stomach started, and your moans and groans were becoming louder.

"Are you close, Princess?" he asked against your neck.

"Yes, Daddy. Very close."

"Come for me, Baby."

Without a word, you came onto his dick, but he continued his thrusts, not even close to his climax.

It took you two more climaxes before he reached his, and once he was done, he pulled out and took his mouth off of your neck, hovering above you as he gently took the necktie off of your wrists and threw it in the same direction your clothes went. He laid next to you, the both of you breathless from what previously happened.

"Are you okay?" he asked. You smiled. Even if he was acting rough during the whole thing, he still was worried about you.

"Yes. Just kinda sore with the punishment, though," you whispered.

"Awe, sorry. Come here," he invited you with open arms, signaling you to hug him. You did as told and ended up sleeping in his arms.

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A/N: After this, I'm seriously thinking of putting up a Patrick imagine book that only has smut. Seriously. I think I should.

Anyway, that was no doubt better than my first attempt of smut. So yeah. I hope you liked it!

— weird blue rabbit which is also known as your author for this crappy imagine book