A Series Of Patrick Stump Imagines

Hot Sleeper

I groaned and mumbled. "Patriiiiick."

Patrick didn't stir.

I huffed and poked his side. "Patriiiiiiiick."

He shifted a little but still didn't wake up.

I gently shook him awake. "Patriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick."

He muttered something I didn't quite understand and pulled me closer. I groaned again. "Patrick, baby , wake uuuuup."

"Wh-what is it?" He mumbled sleepily, removing his arms from around my waist and rubbing his eyes with his hands.

"It's too hot to cuddle, 'Trick."

"Do you want me to turn the AC on? Maybe that'll help."

I nodded. He got out bed and went into the hallway to turn on the AC. I peeled off my tank top, which was kind of soaked with sweat, and tossed it on the floor. Patrick came back into our room and got back in bed with me. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and kissed my head, and then made a slightly disgusted face. "Your forehead is sweaty and it tastes gross."

I giggled at him and wipedy forehead with the back of my hand. "Ya should'nt have kissed my forehead. It's the middle of summer, what did you expect?"

     Patricked huffed cutely and sat up. "I was trying to perform a sweet gesture, which was ruined by your forehead sweat."

     I sat up and faced him. "In my defense, my forehead isn't as big as Brendon Urie's, so in comparison, I really don't have that much forehead sweat."

     He giggled at me. "What does Brendon's forehead have to do with anything?"

     "He's a forehead god, Patrick. His forehead has to do with everything."

     Patrick rolled his eyes. "You're such Panic! trash."

      "I am the trashiest of Panic! fans. I am an emo trash can! Actually, I'm an emo trash can't, because I can't do anything right."

      "A sweaty emo trash can at that. And yes you can, you do many things right," he argued.

      "That's debatable."

      "Which is why we're debating right now. You can and you do do many things right."

       "The only thing I know how to do right is you."

       I could tell Patrick was blushing, even though it was still dark out. He made a strangled sound in the back of his throat. "You're uh, you're not wrong."

      I smirked at him. "Someone's flustereeeeeeed." I straddled Patrick and used the bottom of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his neck before wrapping my arms around him kissing his neck slowly.

      Patrick wrapped his arms around me and tilted his head back, exposing more of his neck. I licked him teasingly before kissing down his neck and kissing his collarbones. I sucked on his pale skin gently, causing him to whimper in pleasure. I could feel a hard lump rising in boxers, slowly but surely. When I was sure I left a hickey on him, I smirked at him. "You poor, flustered, horny little man."

        Patrick shook his head at me, wide-eyed and most definitely blushing. "I'm not horny."

       "The lump in your boxers tell a different story," I said in a sing-song voice.

      Patrick bit his lip. "Well, maybe a little..."

     I got off him and curled up next to him. "Too bad, 'cause I'm too tired to fuck. Maybe in the morning, though."

     He pouted and whined like a child. "What the heck, Y/N?! That wasn't nice, I was all hot and bothered!"

     I giggled at him. "That sucks for you."

     Patrick layed back down and pulled me into his side. "Oh, just shush and go to sleep, you tease."

     "That's what I'm trying to do, so be quiet." I pressed a kiss to Patrick's slightly sweaty temple. "Goodnight, 'Tricky Bear, I love you."

     "Night, baby, I love you too," Patrick smiled at me and kissed my nose.

      After a while, we drifted off to dreamland, still sticky from sweat due to the hot summer night.

A/N: Hey guys! I've been super busy and exhausted lately. I've been dealing with poor mental health, relationship issues, family issues, and lots of testing and homework. School will be out soon, which will eliminate a lot of stress. My summer will still nonetheless be busy, as I have work, sports, music, and college things to deal with. That being said, I'll still find time to write imagines for y'all. I'm a really terrible writer and I don't understand why anyone would still be reading this, but thank you, to those of you who are sticking around. You guys really do mean a lot to me, and I appreciate you very much. How have you all been?
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