Patrick Stump Imagines

Happy Birthday, Patrick!

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY SMOL BABY SON STUMP INNOCENT LIL BEAN! I KNOW YOU WON'T SEE THIS BUT WE ALL LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

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You jumped up in surprise with your phone in hanf before rushing down the wooden floorboards to your kitchen. Although it was cold due to the air-conditioned household, you were sweating of excitement and nervousness.

"Shit, where's that damn recipe?" you asked yourself before rapidly opening the kitchen cabinet, making a bag of flour fall to your head. Some spilled on your hair, but you still took it off as if nothing happened and slammed it on the counter. Then, your search for the rest of the ingredients began.

It seemed to be like everything wasn't going to plan because you accidentally cracked three eggs, spilled half a gallon of milk, and spilled all of the baking soda. Exhaustedly, you put whatever you mixed into the oven and put it on the designated degrees needed.

You sighed in content. "(Y/N), you are such a good problem solver. I don't think anyone would be as fabulous and smart as you," you spoke to yourself. A vibration came from the table as you checked your phone to see your daily notifications.

You must've stopped paying attention to the oven because the smell of smoke started filling the room, making you panic. The oven was literally covered in thick clouds of black dust coming from the pan. You screamed as you took it out of the appliance, accidentally burning your hand in the process.

"(Y/N)?" a voice echoed from the stairs. You groaned before slapping a hand on your forehead. There, a confused Patrick stood.

"Let me explain. So I was worried because I forgot to order you a cake so I got up too early to make one, only to mess it up and nearly burn down the whole house. I'm sorry for making your birthday a disaster, Baby."

He shook his head as he walked in front of you. "No, no, no, you didn't! At least you tried. I appreciate it." His gaze then averted to your burnt hand, a form scowling on his face. "What's that?"

"I might have also burnt myself in the process..."

He took your hand before caressing it and placing a gentle kiss on it. "Does it hurt?"

"Not anymore." You sighed. "I'm really, really sorry, okay? I'm sorry I ruined your birthday. How can I make it up to you?"

He smirked as his eyes focused on your lips. "Well, there is one thing."

His soft lips then started sucking on your neck, leaving little hickeys on your skin. His rough hands slid under your thighs, your legs wrapping around his body. "Oh, I see."

He chuckled deeply before the both of you headed to your bedroom, placing you neatly on the duvet. Your gaze then turned into a lustful one as your fists grabbed his collar, dragging him underneath, making you sit on top of him.

"I'm in charge today, birthday boy."

You then started pulling off his pajamas along with his boxers, his morning erection sticking out. You took it into your hands as his face contorted to one of pleasure, little breaths leaving his mouth.

Deciding to kick it up a notch, you started kneading his dick faster, moans now replacing the panting.

"(Y/N), please," he begged. You granted his request as you took your hands off and slid him into you, feeling extreme pain yet so much pleasure.

You took your trousers off with your underwear and started slowly bouncing on him, both pleasuring the both of you. Then, you bounced faster as he thrusted in sync with your movements.

"You like this, birthday boy?"

He nodded before you leaned over and gave him a kiss, his arms immediately finding their way onto your shoulder. His tongue fought with yours as you felt yourself getting closer, and noticing that his actions showed that he was close, too.

"P-Patrick, I—" You cut yourself off as he shushed you, pleasure overtaking your body as you came on him. He thrusted one more time before he did the same.

Heavy breaths surrounded the both of you as you got off of him, laying beside him.

"I think we should take a bath. We still have a long day," you stated after a few minutes. He draped his arms over your body and kissed you in response.

"Maybe later. I'm the birthday boy, and this is how I want my birthday to be."

You giggled before covering the both of you with a blanket.