Patrick Stump Imagines

Secrets (Part 2)

A/N: I want to make an MCR-themed imagine but I don't have any ideas. #sorrynotsorry

So I finally uploaded the Patrick-takes-your-lungsy fics aka the Patrick smut imagine book I've told you about! It's called Let's Be Alone Together (A Patrick Stump Imagine Collection). I hope y'all enjoy the smutty things I wrote there and the stuff I'll write soon.

Also, thank you for 30k! I'm so happy that you guys actually enjoy this book. ❤️

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You tried warming your palms up using your sweater, heart beating with anxiety as Patrick roamed in front of you.

"So you're saying you don't want my own daughter to see me because you told her Pete was her father?" he asked frustratedly. You nodded as he collapsed his body on the chair and placed his palms on his face and letting them fall. "You mean I'll never get to meet her?"

"Patrick, she knows you as Uncle Patrick. Her dad's best friend. I can't just tell her that her uncle just magically became her father in just a snap!" you argued.

"That's the goddamn point of why they teach unicorns and magic at school. They need to face reality that what they think they knew isn't trur after all. And why, in the first place, did you register in her mind that Pete was her father?"

You stood up and hit him in the arm, hin growling in response and glaring at you. "Because when I told you that I was pregnant, you acted as if it wasn't anything to you. Like having a kid wasn't a lifetime commitment. At least Pete thought that the kid was his and treated it as his own."

"I asked you if you needed support!" he exclaimed. "God, (Y/N), stop making me look like the bad one here."

"God, Patrick, stop acting like such a dick and grow up," you mocked. He stopped in his tracks and looked you in the eye.

"If you think this is funny, well, guess again, it's not. I'm not the dick here, you are."

You chuckled in disbelief as you ran your hands through your hair. "Five years ago, we got drunk, had sex, got me pregnant, and the only thing you responded to it was by asking if I needed any help. Yeah, Patrick. I need help carrying a fucking baby in my stomach for nine months. How do you think you helped?"

"So your point is I'll never get to meet my own daughter?" His reaction was enough to interpret that he was devastated.

"Yes." You walked out of the room he brought you in, but he pulled your arm back.

"I'm not letting you out of this damned room if you don't let me meet my own daughter."

You tried pulling away, but his grip was too strong. You leaned in to punch him, but he took advantage and landed his lips landed on yours. The familiar feeling that you felt five years ago was back and it was better than ever. Only he could make you feel like this during a kiss.

He let go of your arm and snaked his arms around your waist, resting them there as he dipped his tongue deeper into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss as he pulled away and stared at you, a smug grin knowing that he just got you into the mood.

He leaned in again but landed on your neck, leaving and sucking little kisses there as he put his hands under your thighs and made you snake your arms around his neck, carrying you to the bed in the room.

His rough fingertips let go of tour thighs and started removing the buttons from your blouse. After he took it off, he looked back and looked at your body.

"God, you're still as beautiful as you were five years ago," he whispered to himself. You smiled after hearing this, knowing that the both of you'll reenact the incident that happened years ago.

To be continued...