Patrick Stump Imagines

10 - Blitzed

You supported your husband who came late from work. Also, he smelled of liquor and seemed really drunk.

When you propped him on the couch, he wrapped his arms around your belly, falling on his lap.

He sniffed the scent of your hair and you just sat there, feeling secure as his arms wrapped around you.

"Do you want me to fix you something?" You asked.

"I'm thirsty...for water." He mumbled. Out of the sudden, he started to tickle you.

"Patrick!" You squealed.

"You might think of something else." He says, stopping the relentless torture. He releases you and went to the kitchen.

As you were pulling out a glass for him, you heard your pet cat meowing at him.

You found it adorable when you heard Patrick meowing back to the cat.

He was holding the cat and you eyed them. You watched as he stood up from the couch; your heart started to lurch in your mouth when he held the cat as if he's going to throw it.

He breathed deeply and said: "Go Pikachu!" He shouted and you just stood there, laughing at his drunken state.

"You're terrible." You tried to stop giggling, but whenever you do, what he has done will just play in your mind.

You collapsed on the other side of the couch as you couldn't stop laughing.

Shit just got real when Patrick stood up and poured the contents of the glass onto his head, then flows down to his body.

"Something funny, ma cherie?" He said, his voice was utterly seductive. Patrick really knows how to shut you from laughing.

"You just called our pet cat Pikachu." You said.

The intention of yours to wipe the driplets of water off his head was interrupted when he pinned your arms above your head.

"How about you call me daddy upstairs and we'll turn those giggles into moans?" He winked at you and it was really hot.

"Sounds nice," you said, kissing his lips. "Glad you can fight the alcohol."

He wiggled his eyebrows as he stood up. It caught you off guard when he bent down and carried you on his shoulder.

"Patrick!" You screamed as you felt all your blood rushed to your head. "Put me down!"

He placed a hand on your behind, squeezing it. "Shut up. Daddy's in charge on what he wants to do to princess."

You rolled your eyes. He's always like this whenever he's drunk.

He threw you on the bed as he locks the door.

"So romantic," you said sarcastically.

"Only for you," he teased, stripping himself out of his clothes.

...aaand moments later, your giggles were replaced by moans as the two of you indulge in your steamy act.