Sweetheart. (Patrick Stump Imagines)

don't die on me (part i)

"Take care of my lady for me, Patrick?"

I chuckled as I nodded. "I definitely would, Peter. Definitely."

Pete kept his serious face as if he wasn't sure if he picked the right choice of leaving his wife to my care. I haven't even seen nor met Pete's wife. All I know is that her name is F/N L/N-Wentz. Pete told me everything that I needed to know about his lady.

Y/N was an actress. She was casted as the "head bitch in charge" in a show called GodFoxsaken. I didn't even bother to know what the show was about. The television doesn't amaze me as much as live shows do.

Pete lit up a cigarette and took a long drag.

"How long will you be in Tokyo?" I inquired, taking a sip of my scotch.

Pete blew out a thick smoke. "Prolly a week or two. Depending on how fast the transactions will be."

I mentally groaned. I'm going to be stuck for a week or two baby-sitting a married woman and I couldn't even fry myself an egg without burning it.

"There's nothing much to worry about, Patrick. Y/N's a woman of her own. She can do pretty much everything. All I need is for you to keep an eye on her and keep these other guys from her, all right?" Pete added, tapping the excess ash on the metal tray.

"All right, all right." I responded, bored out of my mind. I want to get this over with already.

"Oh and, Patrick?"

"Yeah?"

"If you fuck with her, literally and figuratively, I wouldn't think twice of planting a couple of bullets all around your body, all right?"

I scoffed. "Pete, I've had more than enough women every night. I know when to rev my engines up and who to fuck with. What's yours is yours. I'm not like the rest of the men that you've taken out. I'm not gonna throw out our years of friendship out in a ditch just to bed your wife. I still have my morals the last time I checked." I chuckled, smirking at Pete.

Pete leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze penetrating through my eyes to see through the words that I just spat out.

"I'll keep that in mind, lad."

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The nighttime fell and I was driving my way to the Wentz residence. I recently took a shot of this new drug that my friend, Joe, introduced to me. It was a bit more expensive than my usual, but he was damn right when he said that I'd get the worth of the excess additional cents when I hit it. It's a lot stronger than heroin and I'm loving the rush I'm feeling especially that I'm driving my car with the top down.

I needed the shot to ease myself up in meeting Pete's wife. I don't even know what to say or do when I meet her.

I parked right in front of their white house and soon walked inside. David Bowie was playing in the record and there seemed to be no one in here.

I looked around, hating the all white accents in their house as it makes everything brighter for my damned eyes.

"Hello?" I called out dumbly.

"Patrick." A slurry, sultry, raspy voice of a female filled the room in a sing-song tone. I looked around, confused as to where she may be.

Y/N's P.O.V.

I watched Patrick from the screen of one of the CCTV cameras dumbly look around the living room for my presence right after I spoke in the intercom.

I chuckled to myself. He seemed to be pretty high out of his wits. I didn't mind. That doesn't take away the fact that he's cute and that I want him. My husband's got a pretty good taste, I must say. Peter just served me half of the world in a silver plate and I'm just yet to devour it.

This Patrick guy's lips are glistening and are just as red as blood. He's got a good facial structure as well. I like his strong nose and his seemingly soft skin.

I zoomed in on his arms and bit my lip as I felt quite an arousal on the protruding veins beneath his pale skin. I wonder how skilled his hands are and how strong those can grip.

I pressed a button on the microphone. "Make yourself at home, Patrick. Have a drink. I'll be downstairs in a while."

I watched in amazement as he nodded and mouthed an okay as he walked towards the mini bar to grab an already opened bottle of bourbon and put it up near his nose to take a whiff of it.

I sighed and got up to put my lipstick on. I'm quite prepared and not prepared for the night. I wore my favorite bustier bra and my husband's white polo blouse together with a cropped, wide-legged trousers and my favorite gold Chanel flats. I didn't feel like dressing up that much if my husband isn't here to see me.

I only want Peter seeing the best of me.

Patrick's P.O.V.

I heard footsteps padded its way downstairs as I finished my bourbon. I turned and saw F/N L/N-Wentz in such a teasing outfit.

Maybe it's just the drug and the alcohol molding my thoughts at the moment, but the way Y/N is dressed in a men's white polo shirt and in a wide legged cropped trousers only accentuates her figure.

I like how her top is quite large on her and how the v-neck accentuates her full breasts. Her waist is narrow, but her hips are quite wide. Her thighs look tender and I wanna bite on it.

She's got a sharply menacingly shaped eyes. Her subtle eyeliner and her red lipstick made her look dangerous, which I really like.

"You've been staring at me for quite a while, Patrick." Y/N remarked, snapping me out of my daze. I realized that I've been staring at her hips for quite a while.

"Oh, s-sorry 'bout that. Uh are we ready for tonight's dinner?"

Y/N chuckled as walked towards me and took my arm. "Ready as I'll ever be, kind sir." She smirked playfully at me.

I momentarily shuddered in shock of pleasure and satisfaction as I just witnessed the dangerous mix of her smirk and her eyes peeking up at me.