"Hey Pattycakes?" Pete calls obnoxiously. I ignore him.
"Hey, Patrick?" Still don't respond. I continue to type into my phone as I sit on the other end if the couch from where he sits.
"Patrick...? Patrick. PatrickPatrickPatrickPatrickPATRICK. PATRICK. Pattycakes... Babe. Sweet cheeks. Angel. Baby boy. Daddy. Patrick?"
"Goddamnit Pete! What do you want now?" I ask, now impatient.
"You wanna hear a lame Pete Wentz joke? It's not about me, it's just a Pete Wentz thing to say." He responds casually.
"Ugh. No, Pete. You're so annoying." I roll my eyes as I sip my tea.
"You say no, but I know you're curious." He smirks. I sigh in response.
"Fine. Tell me but then please leave me alone."
"So... What did the egg say to the boiling water?" He asks with a gleam in his eyes.
"What?" I force out.
"'Give me a minute before I get hard, I just got laid by a chick.'" He waits for me to respond.
I set my tea down and get up, leaving him in the room alone.
"Fuck yeah, I'm Pete Wentz." I hear him say with pride.
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Later at night, I decide to pull an April Fools non-prank on Pete.
We sit on the couch, his arm around me as we watch tv. I look up at him before I lick his neck.
He shudders once my tongue makes contact with his skin, staring back down at me.
"That was the stupidest joke I've heard in my life." I growl at him. His eyes blink with pity as I look at him.
I slowly rise on my knees, trapping Pete's thighs between mine. I take my hands and fold them around his neck, rubbing his cheek as they slide across his skin.
"Patrick..." He breaths in my face before I stuff his mouth with my tongue. I tilt my head to align our lips perfectly in multiple ways. I feel vibrations from his moans as they begin to form.
"Ah fuck... P-Patrick... Please..." Pete cries after I pull our mouths apart.
"What?" I ask with a demanding smirk.
"P-Please fuck me." He breathes.
"Undress for Daddy." The words are whispered out from my mouth as it stands not an inch away from his ear.
He lifts up his arms to allow me to pull his shirt off, revealing his toned, inked body. I bite my lip as he grabs his belt buckle and moans out.
"Does this make you proud, Daddy?" Petey blinks innocently and licks his lips as his hands move to grab the hem of my shirt.
"Yes, baby. And so, so excited for what you have coming up." I rub his chin and plant a kiss on it.
"Ohh Daddy!" He grows impatient. I stand up to remove my own clothes, the slowest speed I can, to torture him.
I grab myself in my hand and shut my eyes for a second before I whisper, "Rip off your pants so Daddy can see."
Pete obeys as quick as he can, while I touch myself as I wait for him.
"Daddy needs company so he won't be alone..." I say after a long minute of waiting.
I feel his fingers crawling up my back and peek my eyes open. He bites my neck and nibbles my ear as his hot breath condensates against my skin.
"Come with Daddy." I whisper after I open my eyes to see Pete wearing just his boxers.
