Patrick Stump Imagines

7 - You Caught Him

It felt like you won the lottery. As a reward for your efforts, your boss decided to make you leave at 7 p.m.. Usually, the time you'll go home is around 9-11 p.m., and see your husband sleeping on the couch, waiting for you.

Relief floods through you when you parked your car next to his. You're going to have some rest and sleep for a couple of hours.

Since the front door was locked, you thought Patrick went to his friends and done recording.

You immediately took a glass of cold refreshing water as you sat down for a while.

Making your way upstairs, you can hear some groans. It wasn't the one when he's in pain but in other.

You blushed at the thought.

The groans are getting louder as you took a quiet step. You stood right in front of the door as you can hear his sharp breathes.

"Ugh...Y/N..." You froze when he groaned your name. "Fuck...Y/N!" He says and the groans are back again.

You felt your cheeks warming up. What the hell is he thinking?

"Aha!" You said, suddenly opening the door.

There was a loud thud. Patrick fell on the ground as he was trying to cover himself.

"Don't you fucking know how to knock?" He snaps, panting hard.

"Well, I heard your groans from the staircases." You said, giving him a shrug. "When will you get enough of me, Stump?"

"I don't know." He says, then your eyes darted to the elongating bulge from the duvet he was using to hide his naked body.

"I better prepare dinner...you better have some bath and um...change the covers, maybe?" You said, taking yourself out of the room, heading downstairs to prepare you and him some good dinner.

The thought made you smile because somehow, you didn't expect to see his secretive doings when you weren't around.