What If Patrick... (Patrick Stump Imagines)

A Little Less Teaching, a Little More Touch Me

Dirty thoughts of my adviser led me to do this. I can't blame him for being such a small, cute, appealing guy. Free to judge me though. I mean fantasizing something dirty especially about a teacher or someone in authority feels illegal, but what can I do? Write about it, so here ya go.

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Break times are for friends, being excused from a class is for lovers like F/N S/N and Patrick Stump or Sir Patrick Stump to be exact.

Patrick and Y/N have been together for 2 years. Both of their parents know about them and always laugh about it since they thought it's cute and it could only happen in fantasies, but no. It has always been great to be with each other, lie back, and talk about their day while holding each other's hands.

They've also been good partners in crime. Y/N and Patrick could receive a Grammy award for being such great actors. At first, it was hard, but as time passes by, it gets easy and quite funny. They don't have to act as student and teacher since they already are. All they have to do is make it look like there's nothing else more than just 'excusing her to talk about something' or 'being excused about an important matter.'

At the moment, Y/N is in Patrick's class. She isn't listening but keeps on taking notes absentmindedly. Once she's done, she'd daydream about his man which is in the platform, discussing, being professional which Y/N admires about him.

The bell rung which means session's over and next subject will take over. Patrick reminded the class about the assignment and bade goodbye. "Ms. L/N, may I talk to you outside please?" Patrick asked like how a normal teacher will do but she definitely knows what it means to 'talk to him outside'.

She nodded, pursing her lips as she manages to hide the smirk forming in her lips as she went out with him and walked to the corner of the building where the female comfort room is found.

They pretended to talk about something personal just until everyone's attention is not on them anymore. The corridor was already deserted and the bell starts to ring, signaling for the start of the next class. But they didn't move from their spot. Y/N went inside the comfort room first and checked on every cubicle to make sure nobody is there. Patrick followed inside, silently closing and locking the door and finally walked to her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Y/N smiled as she closed her eyes, savoring the way he feels against her clothed body.

Patrick softy kissed a spot in her neck, then on her jaw, her cheek, and then on the side of her lips. Y/N chuckled as she felt that nice shiver run up and down her body.

"God, I missed you." Patrick said.

"Ditto." Y/N replied, pausing. "Maybe we can be late in our classes and spend one session hugging while chatting."

Patrick chuckled and kissed her cheek. Y/N turned around to fully face him and she swears to herself at how much handsome, appealing, and attractive he is. It hurts.