He couldn't take his eyes off you and your wonderful behind. In fact, it was bothering him ever since you've gone out--fromthe room you two shared-- and prepare dinner.
"How would you like the eggs to be cooked, dear?" You asked, fishing out three eggs from the fridge. As you bent down, he was given the fortune to stare at the fullness of your arse.
When it took long for him to respond, you looked at him from your shoulder and to your surprise, he's biting his lip as it seemed he's in a trance.
His eyes widened for an unknown reason as he absent-mindedly pulled the pillow next to him.
"W-What was your question again, Y/N?"
You smirked, returning the eggs in the fridge. Afterwards, you placed your hands on your hips.
"What were you looking at, a while ago, Pattycakes?" You mused, pulling the oversized shirt (probably his), revealing the underwear you're wearing.
He looked awkward as he gulped, then looked at you.
"You were staring on my ass, darling." You murmured, stradling on his lap. As you felt something between your legs, you chuckled and gave him a peck on the lips.
"Well, you have a captivating ass." He said, his hands cupping your arse.
"So where do you want to do it, here or in our bed room? And I am pretty sure that dinner can wait." Patrick said, winking at you.
"I'm glad I cleaned the table." You kiss his neck as you heard the soft groan from him.
Patrick hummed, standing up and you wrapped your legs around him. As soon as your back met the Mahogany material of the dining table, your clothes are losing off yourselves as fast as you can imagine.
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After coming down from your high, Patrick kissed your forehead. You traced the bite marks you left on his chest and chuckled afterwards.
"What were you preparing a while ago, love?" He murmured.
"Hmm...bacons and eggs?"
"Bacons and eggs for dinner?" He teased. "Is that still available by now?"
"'M kinda tired. Can we just have Chinese take-outs or pizza?"
"Why not both?" He went off on you and picked up his clothes.
"Can we have bath together after dinner?" You asked as he tossed the shirt you've worn a while ago.
"Sure. Anything for you, love." Before he picked up the phone, he left a kiss on your lips.
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Patrick Stump Imagines
أدب الهواةCute and fluff imagines of the a(fe)dorable Patrick Stump :))