FOB - Patrick Stump

                                    

                                          
Dirty Boy (Smuttish)
                          
Y/N
                          
You were cleaning up the house you shared with your boyfriend of four months Patrick Stump. He told you to stay away from the boxes in his office because they had confidential band material in, but you knew Patrick well enough to see through a lie. They say curiosity killed the cat but you could be a nosey bugger.
                          
You let yourself into the office and found the boxes in question hidden quite badly. One look wouldn't do any harm, plus you were a better liar than Patrick ever would be. However when you lifted the lid and moved a few documents around your jaw hit the floor.
                          
Patrick was a dirty little boy who had a substantial supply of dirty magazines. You couldn't be mad at him because he'd been single for a while before he asked you out, and guys had their needs. Then an idea popped into your head.
                          
~3 Hours Later~
                          
You slipped on the skimpiest underwear you could find and threw your dressing gown over the top. Your idea was to make Patrick feel good, especially since his last text sounded like he was stressed from recording.
                          
"y/n I'm home."
                          
You smile upon hearing Patrick's voice and leave the kitchen. He was taking off his coat and fedora when you sneak up behind him and snake your arms around his waist.
                          
"Stressful day dear?"
                          
He nods.
                          
"Yeah, I'm not really in the mood tonight y/n. I just want to relax."
                          
He unwraps your arms from around his waist and turns to face you.
                          
"Patrick let me help you relax."
                          
"You don't have to babe, you do enough for me already."
                          
You grin and let the robe slip to the floor and Patrick's eyes widen as he greedily eats in your body. You close the space between you and put your hands on his chest before leaning to brush your lips against his ear.
                          
"Do you want me to help you relax Patrick? I'm pretty sure I can pleasure you better than those girls in those magazines."
                          
He tenses and you chuckle before sliding your hands towards his trousers never once losing eye contact. You unzip his fly and push the trousers down and start to palm him through the thin material covering his crotch, which quickly bulges.
                          
"I see you went into my office y/n. Didn't I tell you to stay out?"
                          
You bite your lip and nod.
                          
"I did Patrick and now I'm going to make you feel good."
                          
He gasps as you pull down his boxers and start to stroke his shaft and get down on your knees.
                          
"Make me feel good y/n."
                          
You slowly start to take him in your mouth keeping eye contact because you knew it turned him on. Patrick throws his head back and moans when you start to bob up and down taking even more of him inside you.
                          
"Shit babe you're amazing."
                          
He grips your hair and you pick up the pace bobbing faster.
                          
"I'm nearly there y/n! Shit! I'm going to come!"
                          
He releases into your mouth and you swallow before pulling out and lick him clean. His breathing is slightly heavier as he helps you back to his feet.
                          
"Is someone a dirty boy Patrick?"
                          
"I should have let you find my magazines earlier babe. If I'm a naughty boy then you're my naughty girl."
                          
You laugh before throwing your arms around his neck and smash your lips on his. It was these moments you lived for. After a couple of minutes, Patrick pulls back slightly and bites down on your lip grinning like a madman.
                          
"How about round two y/n? It's my turn to pleasure you."
                          
You grab his hand and start pulling him towards the bedroom not caring if you looked eager.