Patrick Stump Imagines

The Teasing Game

A/N: Sorry for not updating in four days! I just had writer's block and I hope that this really weird and detailed smut makes up for it. Enjoy!

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You arrive home and quickly notice Patrick on the couch, his eyes focused on the laptop in front of him with his earphones on. You raised an eyebrow before closing the door quietly and walking behind him, looking at what he was so focused on.

Your eyes widened at the sight. He was in the middle of reading 50 Shades Of Grey, and he seemed to be so into it, or that's what his very visible boner said. What made it worse is that he was listening to his solo album, Soul Punk.

He had another tab open which had your pictures if you clicked it, and another where his pictures were seen too. You started laughing silently, but covered your mouth quickly.

His breaths became deeper as he continued reading until his fedora started to fall off, causing him to have to push it back on his head. But he didn't—instead, his hand accidentally hit your face as you mumbled "ow" under your breath, causing him to jump up shocked. You started laughing at him as he picked his laptop up from the floor, checking for any damage that the impact may have left.

"(Y/N)! That was not funny!" he exclaimed. Your laughter continued as his face flushed red. "How long have you been watching me?"

"Long enough to know what you're up to when I'm not here." You smirked. He took his headphones off and paused the song before letting out a sigh.

"Don't ever scare me like that! It gets on my nerves!"

You raised your eyebrow once again. "So I get on your nerves? Really? Well, Patrick, let's just see if your little friend down there would appreciate it if I didn't pleasure him for a month or so."

You started walking to the kitchen sassily as he blushed harder and started covering up his boner. "A month? Are you serious?"

You turned around. "Why wouldn't I be?"

He took a seat on one of the dining chairs as he crossed his legs. "You saw nothing, alright?"

"Yes, I didn't see you reading porn while stalking pictures of the both of us while listening to your erotic solo album. Yes. Yes, I didn't."

He gasped. "You saw that?"

"I told you, long enough to know what you're up to when I'm not here," you said before taking out ingredients from the refrigerator as you bent down, giving him a view of your ass teasingly.

His breaths became slower as he removed the position of his legs, trying to create some kind of friction. You stood back up and looked at him, which made him snap up. "I do other stuff, too, you know."

"Like what?" you asked, turning around and placing a hand on your hip.

"Uh, I—" He was cut off by you walking towards him and sitting on his lap. You leaned in for his lips but barely touched them as you regained your composure and placed your hands behind his neck.

"Well then, I guess that tells a lot of what you're doing here," you moved your other hand to his lap and smiled. "I guess I won't be cooking dinner because you seem to have already satisfied your cravings."

You stood up and started putting the ingredients back in the refrigerator before walking upstairs, Patrick following suit.

You started taking your tank top off and threw it on the floor, giving him a view of you in a bra. "What? Can't a girl change in the comfort of her own home?" you asked as you started stripping off your other clothes, making sure that you teased him with every move you made. He went behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck before he started sucking, leaving hickeys on your neck.

You smirked as you pulled away. It was pleasurable, but you were willing to push him beyond his limits. You started taking your undergarments off and walking towards the shower.

"Hey," he called. You hummed and turned around as your eyes met his. "Can I-I come with you?"

You nodded as he started stripping himself and got inside with you. You eyed him and realized that you couldn't take it anymore; you were probably as horny as he was. You started guiding him to the toilet seat as he sat down, you sitting on his lap facing him.

He growled before lifting you up bridal style and getting out of the bathroom. He slammed you on the bed as he hovered above you and continued the trail of hickeys he was previously leaving. You moaned with every one of them and tried sneaking your arms behind his back, but he held them tight on top of you.

He detached his lips from your collarbone as his breath was shaky against your lips. "Patrick, I need you," you whispered.

This was how submissive you were to him. Even after teasing him and showing complete dominance over him, you were still surrendering yourself for him and only him.

"Just a few minutes ago, you were up on me like you were in charge, and now, you're practically dripping and begging for me," he replied in a low tone. He chuckled seductively before running his hands all over your body, stopping at your hips. He let go as he moved his right hand closer to your core, stopping right in front of it. He slowly inserted one finger as you moaned loudly, making him slow down teasingly. "You should always know that I am in charge, you got that?"

You nodded. He then leaned in for your lips as he pushed his body against yours, giving you the body contact that you have been waiting for. He then inserts himself into you, replacing his fingers. Your eyes clench because of the pain and pleasure you were both experiencing. He started thrusting faster as he let go of your wrists and let you snake them behind his back, digging your fingernails deep and making sure that you left your marks on him.

He moaned louder now, seeing that he was close to his climax. You arched your back as your head met his neck, knowing that you were closer than he was. You tried whispering into his ear that you were close, but you gave up with every word that you tried to spit out.

"(Y/N), I-" He moaned as he started kissing your lips as he filled you up, your high following shortly. He pulled away and rested beside you, covering the both of you with a blanket. He then kissed your forehead as he pulled you in for a hug. "I hope you're not hurt or anything."

"I'm not," you replied with a smile as you breathed in his scent. "Where did you learn that from?"

"I thought you stayed long enough to know?" he asked. You chuckled before he started humming you a song that his band was probably working on, sending you to sleep.