Best Friends, Better Off As Lovers
virgin! Patrick Stump x fem! Reader
a/n: hello my fellow stump lovers. Today I bring to your tumblr feed a birthday fic. I loved this sm, definitely one of my favorites I’ve written. Hope you enjoy it!
warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex (cover it up tho guys), alcohol, oral (fem receiving), dom/sub, cursing, handjobs, brief mention of puking, slight body worship, nervy Patrick
The summer heat is unbearable, especially in your room. The mornings were perfect weather, but the afternoons were filled with a thick heat that filled every corner. This afternoon was no different, and that was apparent as you woke up sweaty from head to toe.
You groan, opening your eyes slowly as the sun blazes through your window. At first, the sweat was the only thing you felt, kicking off the covers to cool down, though it doesn’t do much to you. Looking at your clock on your desk, in bold red numbers it reads 1:00 pm. You sit up, wiping your face with your equally damp forearm before it hits you.
You know this throbbing pain, becoming very familiar with it ever since you started drinking. A sharp pain in your brain that tells you, you are in fact hungover. What did you even do last night? The last thing you remembered was…
You looked at yourself in the mirror, putting away your lipstick and zipping up your makeup bag. You pop your lips together a few more times before hearing a loud knock on your front door at 7pm exactly. You opened it to find Patrick, Pete, Joe, and Andy there with bright smiles and hands full of your favorite alcoholic drinks.
“Hey birthday girl!” Pete greets obnoxiously, letting himself in and setting the stuff down on your counter. They each gave you a hug, wishing you a happy birthday. Your other close friends came shortly after, and the party started with a group shot. The liquid slid down your throat as you shook your head at the gross taste.
Then more shots came, and then Pete demanded more. Who were you, already tipsy and giddy, to deny? You remember Patrick skipped quite a few rounds of shots, not wanting to get that drunk just in case. He was sitting on your couch, a beer in his hand as he talked with Andy.
“Patrick!” You drunkenly called in a sing-songy voice, stumbling over to him and taking his hand. His blue eyes find yours immediately, smiling at how drunk you already were. “Come take another shot!”
“I don’t know, Y/N. I think you need to slow down a little…” he says, and you pout. You give him your pleading look that he can’t bring himself to resist, but he stays quiet. You kneel on the ground next to him, putting your head on the arm of the couch as you look up at him.
“Please, ‘Trick! It’s your duty as my best friend to take another shot with me.” Your words slightly slur, giving him a drunken smile. Patrick laughs, shaking his head defiantly. “Jus’ one more.” You plead, squeezing his hand and pulling him. Patrick rolls his eyes and sighs, getting up.
“Okay, one more.” He helps you up with a fond smile, and you cheer as you lead him to your counter. He pours it for the both of you, hooking arms as you throw your heads back. You remembered the liquid fought back that time, but you prevailed as you gulped it down.
“Birthday girl! Get on the dance floor!” Joe called from the living room. You giggled and tugged Patrick to the ‘dance floor.’ You danced your ass off, wrapping your arms around Patrick as he tried to keep up, dancing in his own awkward way. You were too drunk to care, hanging off of him and stumbling.
All you remember is his smile, looking at you like you changed his life. You can’t deny that you are head over heels for him, and you can only imagine the things you said when you were drunk. How embarrassing…
You were all over him all night, you remember that much.
“Patrick, dance with me!”
“Trick, come play this game!”
That one was particularly humiliating. You remember Pete mocked you for that one. But Patrick obliged with a grin, meeting you with every beckoning call. You remember laughing loudly at a dumb joke he made, putting your hand on his chest and kissing his cheek.
“You’re the cutest.” You told him, which you would have never said to him. But alas, you were wasted and of course you turn into a flirting machine when you’re drunk.
You remember at one point you ended up sobbing on your bed, Patrick coming in shortly after with a concerned look. He sat next to you on your bed, patting your shaking back.
“What’s wrong?” He asks softly, running his hand on your arm soothingly as you hiccuped and whined. You sob something incoherent into your mattress. “Hm?” He hums softly, wanting to know if you’re ok.
“I’m so drunk.” You pick your head up to say before slamming your head down into your blanket and sobbing once again. Patrick laughs softly, though not loud enough to upset you more. You mumble something unintelligible again, and he tugs your arm to turn you over. You’re defiant at first, but comply on his second try.
“You’re crying because you’re drunk?” He asks lightly, giving you a soft smile as you look at him. You shake your head fervently, wiping your eyes. Mascara was running down your face, making you look like a raccoon. It made him want to laugh, but he held it in to protect your fragile state.
“I’m crying b’cause,” you sit up, taking a shaky breath before continuing. “…I don’t know.” You say, sniffling as you look at him. After a moment Patrick stands, letting go of your shoulder which makes you whine.
“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna get you some water okay?” He says, turning away to leave. You grab his wrist, looking up at him with wide wet eyes.
“No! Let me go with you.”
Patrick looks back with a shocked expression before it melts into a gentle smile. He nods his head, tugging your hand. You held his hand the whole way, wiping away the stray tears on your face as he led you out. You passed by the bathroom where someone was puking. He got you a water bottle, making sure you sipped on it.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Your friend Lottie approaches you with a stumble. She looked so drunk, a party hat barely hanging onto her head. “Let’s take a shot! That’ll make you feel better!”
“Okay!” You light up, and Lottie grabs your arm. Patrick speaks up to protest, shaking his head. But everyone else was already cheering you on as you downed another shot.
And from then on, it was a blur. Man, do you regret it now. Your head is pounding as you borderline crawl your way to the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror. You look like a wreck, hair messy and eyeliner smudged everywhere. How did it get on your thigh?
You hope and pray that a shower will help, so you turn it on and get under the lukewarm water. It felt nice on your scalp, but the pounding persisted relentlessly. After your shower, it made your head feel a little better but you still took some pain killers to help.
After you ate, you decided to finally check your phone. It was filled with messages telling you they had fun, or asking how you were feeling. One message caught all of your attention and as you read it, you felt the undying urge to go to Patrick's house.
“Hey, are you okay? I’m worried about you.”
So that’s exactly what you’re doing. You can technically walk there, it’s only a 30 minute walk. There's no way you should be driving anyway. So you put on comfy shoes and leave your apartment, making sure to put on sunglasses before you leave. The walk was nice, the summer heat was bearable enough as long as the wind hit your face. There were beautiful trees along the way that blocked the rays of sun from making your head worse.
The stroll allowed you to think of some things, even if your head was still aching. From what you could remember, you said some already embarrassing things to Patrick. But since you completely blacked out after that shot, you get this chilling feeling that you might’ve said worse. There’s only one way to find out, and that is asking Patrick about everything. You know damn well Pete or Joe won’t remember shit anyway.
The doorbell rings through the home, and leaves you waiting for longer than you wanted. You sighed impatiently, reaching to ring the doorbell again. Before you could press it a third time, the door opened quickly. Pete stands before you with cheap sunglasses and a scowl on his face. You give him a scowl of your own back, and his frown dissolves into a smile.
“You’re alive.” He says, voice a lot quieter than it was last night. He brings you into a hug before inviting you in.
“Barely.” You mumble, placing your purse on the couch. “Is Patrick home?” You ask, looking down their hallway to see his door closed.
“Yeah he should be, though I only saw him this morning.” Pete responds, and you hum. “You were crazy last night, I’ve never seen you party like that before.”
You let out a tired laugh, shaking your head. “Yeah and that’s not happening again for a while.” You sigh, rubbing your temples. Pete just laughs, shrugging before grabbing his keys.
“Anyway, I gotta head out for my shift.”
“Working while hung over? You’re a trooper.” You laugh, and Pete nods with a sad smile. He hugs you once more before leaving in a hustle. You lock the door behind him and make your way to the kitchen. Your walk made you incredibly thirsty, so you gulp down some cold water before trudging on to Patrick’s room.
You’ve been friends with Patrick long enough that you don’t even ask to come over anymore, you just do. It’s not like he minds, and you know he secretly loves it even if you catch him in a bad mood. You grab his door handle and come in the way you always do, making a grand entrance.
“Wake up hermit! I’m hungover and- oh.” You squeak as you take in the sight before you. Usually Patrick is just at his computer, or playing video games. One time you did walk in on him changing, but that embarrassing instance is nothing compared to now.
Patrick is sitting up against his headboard, holding his hard dick in his hand. His face is flushed red and sweaty, his glasses hanging on the tip of his nose. His eyes are closed and his mouth hangs slightly open. The moment he sees you he is putting his blanket over his waist with an embarrassed yelp. You just stand there frozen, unable to look away.
“W-what are you doing here?!” Patrick squeaks, his face bright red and his eyes bulging out of his head. That was the first thing he said? He’s not even telling you to leave.
You stay frozen, eyes looking at the area that was once uncovered. There is a beat of silence before you close the door behind you, locking you both into his dark room. It was a matter of minutes before you had him whining at every touch you gave him.
“Oh- oh my- god, mmh- we shouldn’t be doing this-“ Patrick stutters out with a shaky breath, face flushed and sweaty as you stroke him. You are kissing his neck desperately, licking and sucking on the parts that make him groan the loudest.
“Why not?” You hum against his neck, picking up the pace of your hand as he answers. His hands are grasping his sheets, not having touched you once. However, you’re all over him.
“Because- fuck! This isn’t what- mph- friends do.” He whines loudly, his hips bucking up into your hand. That makes you sit up, taking your hand off his leaking member.
“Do you want to stop?” You ask, and he lets out a desperate whine. “I can go home right n-“
“No! Nononono- please!” He begs, one of his hands coming to grip your shirt. That makes you smirk, raising your eyebrows at how desperate he is. His pleading look sends a throbbing wave traveling from your stomach to your core.
“Then what do you want?” You ask, looking down at him. He stays silent for a moment, panting before grabbing your hand and putting it back on his dick. Your hand wraps around him once again, slowly stroking him up and down. Patrick’s eyes close again, head lolling to the side as he lets out a stuttered sigh.
“Have you ever been touched like this?” You whisper, eyes still on his face. He shakes his head, squirming as embarrassment takes over his face. “You’re a virgin?” You whisper, and he nods.
“Do you…still want to be a virgin?” You ask shyly, hand still slowly stroking his erection. Patrick opens his eyes and looks at you, swallowing before he responds.
“No…are you saying that you…” he breathes, looking up at you with nothing but hope and desperation in his eyes. Your heart is beating fast and hard, something you haven’t felt for quite some time.
“Patrick, I want you.” You confess, barely above a whisper. Patrick’s blue eyes widen, and his mouth hangs open but nothing comes out at first. You wait patiently, never breaking eye contact between you.
“I-“ he starts, letting out the air he had been holding in. The tips of his ears are red, and he looks at you in a way you’ve only seen in movies. “I always wanted it to be you.” He confesses, and your heart feels like you ran a marathon.
You crash your lips onto his, and he returns it with a moan. Patrick grabs the back of your head, and you take the opportunity to climb on top of him. He doesn’t know where to put his other hand, having it hovering in the air before you grab it and put it on your waist.
His hand runs up and down your side, kissing you sloppily as he groans into the kiss. Every move of his is hesitant but so sure at the same time, like he’s not sure what to do but he knows that he wants this - needs you. In contrast you’re so sure of everything, and you have been wanting this for so long.
That’s why you’re eager to touch him, your hands finding themselves under his T-shirt touching his soft plush stomach. Your tongue slips into his mouth, swirling your tongue with his as he lets another moan slip out. His hips come up to grind against yours, his unclothed hard dick rubbing against your core. You groan, grinding back down on him.
Patrick lets out a choked moan, parting away from the kiss to plant wet kisses on your neck. You continue to grind, while his hands slide down to your ass, slightly squeezing and pushing them to meet his hips. His breathing is labored as he works down your neck, eyes squeezed shut and glasses foggy with how sweaty he is.
“I’ve always wanted to…to try something.” Patrick mumbles between kisses. You hum, mind hazy as you try to listen to him. “Can I…mmh- can I please try eating you out?” He asks, his hands finding your waist again. You lean back to finally look at him, taking note of how his eyes are glassy and lips swollen. You slowly nod, before climbing off of him
“Can I take your clothes off first?” You ask, your hand still on his shoulder. He’s hesitant, looking away from you nervously. “I’ll take my clothes off too.”
That seems to convince him, though he stops your hands as they reach for the hem of your shirt. “Wait.” He says, his hand holding yours. “Can I do it?”
“Yeah, of course.” You give him a reassuring smile, and he sits up on his knees in front of you. His shaky hands reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. His eyes immediately fixate on your covered breasts, reaching around you to unhook it.
He fumbles with the back for a minute, and you sit patiently before he huffs a frustrated sigh. You reach around and help him, putting your arms on his shoulders when you do. He slides the straps down your shoulders slowly, eyes tracing over every unseen feature as it’s revealed.
His touch is so unbelievably soft and tender, making you feel like a porcelain doll. You take his hand, gently placing it on your chest. Patrick sucks in a quick breath, squeezing the flesh. Even though he’s noticeably nervous, his eyes are filled with excitement like it’s Christmas Day and he’s a little boy again.
His thumb lightly traces over your nipple, causing you to let out a small needy whimper. His eyes flicker up to your face, mouth slightly agape in wonder. As much as you wish you could tackle him and fulfil your every need, you let him have his fun. This is his first time, after all.
Both of his hands find your breasts, squeezing them a few times before his hands trail down to your shorts, his thumb touching the button. He looks into your eyes once again as if to check if it’s ok. You smile softly, and you see the corners of his lips twitch up as he hooks his fingers under your waistband to unbutton and take off your shorts.
You help him slide them down, now in your underwear. He wastes no time to slide those down as well, licking his dry lips as his eyes gaze over your body. At this point, you’re not sure if you want to waste another second. You’re incredibly needy, and at this point you want to rip off his clothes.
So you reach for the hem of his shirt, taking it off of him with confidence. Since his pants were already unbuttoned and halfway down, you decided to slide them down all together.
“I’ve never…been naked in front of anyone before.” He mumbles, visibly self conscious about this. You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him into a soft kiss. Parting from it, you bring your forehead to his.
“I’ve always thought you were incredibly attractive, Trick.” You breathe, and he lets out a shaky huff and shakes his head. You persist, “I’ve always imagined what it would be like, but the real deal is so much better than anything I fantasized about.”
“You…you fantasized about this? About me?” He asks, voice barely above a whisper.
“All the time.” You say, chucking lightly as your face turns a light shade of red. It was embarrassing to admit, but at this point does it matter? Patrick is quiet for a moment, closing his eyes as his slightly sweaty forehead rests against yours.
“I was thinking about you earlier…when you- y’know…walked in.” He mutters. You stay quiet, grabbing his hand from your waist and slowly moving it to your wet cunt.
Patrick’s breath catches, his hand staying still as you guide his fingers through your folds. You let out a soft moan, circling his fingers on your clit. Once Patrick starts moving his hand with yours, you let go and allow him to continue. His circles are unsure but consistent.
“What- mmh, can you tell me what you were thinking about?” You huff, your hands sliding up to his shoulders. Patrick hesitates, staying quiet for a second to listen to your small noises.
“I-I was thinking about…” he trails off as you let out another moan of pleasure, his fingers circling your clit faster. “…about touching you- like this. And tasting you, making you f-feel good with my tongue.” He mumbles.
That only makes you more aroused, slightly moving your hips in time with his fingers. You groan, putting your head in the crook of his neck. You’ve never felt so turned on, and had never been this soaked before. It just goes to show how much you needed this from him.
Patrick wraps his other arm around you, pulling you closer to him. Feeling your chest pressed up against his puts Patrick’s mind in a haze - he can’t help but let out a groan in your ear. You both stay in this upright position with his hand between your legs for a few minutes. Honestly, Patrick could cum just by listening to your labored breaths and desperate noises.
“Can you use your t-tongue now?” You say through tiny moans, and Patrick immediately agrees with a needy “please?”
At that you lay down on his plush pillow, guiding him to get in between your legs. Patrick is on his knees looking down at you, and god does he look hot. He gets onto his stomach, and the moment he’s within arms reach you tangle your hands in his hair.
“W-what do I do?” He asks you shyly, looking up at you. You run your fingers through his hair, and he closes his eyes for a moment. He’s like putty in your hands, he would do anything you wanted him to.
“Circle the clit with your tongue.” You say quietly, and he obliges. You feel the wet muscle touch your clit, doing exactly what you told him to do. “G-good, that’s- so good.” You moan out, putting your head back on the pillow.
Patrick moans at your praise, closing his eyes as he tastes your juices on his tongue. It’s nothing like he imagined, in fact it’s even better. His hips move slowly, humping his sheets the more you moan.
He obeys. You let out louder moans and strings of curses as he works his magic. Either you’re a good teacher or he’s a natural, because whatever he’s doing is making you approach your orgasm at a fast rate. You feel the pressure low in your stomach, clenching around nothing.
“Fuck- baby can you finger me?” You rush out, moving your hips to grind into his face. Patrick moans at the name, his hand leaving your thigh and pressing a finger into you, working it in and out, but it’s not enough. “Two fingers.”
He inserts another finger, pumping them into you slowly and sloppily, focusing more on your clit than fingering you. But it works anyway, and you’re both a whining mess. The tug on his hair makes him grind harder and faster into the mattress, and his moans send vibrations through your whole body.
“Good- good boy. God, you’re doing so good!” You cry out. Patrick groans at the praise, going faster with his tongue and hand. You’re reaching your climax at a fast rate, clenching and convulsing around his fingers.
“Patrick- ngh- I’m gonna cum.” You mumble out through labored breaths, grinding against his face. Patrick lets out an absentminded hum, and you're sent over the edge.
Your walls clench around his fingers, clit throbbing as he stimulates you through your orgasm. You let out a string of loud moans and groans, and Patrick cums just by feeling you release on his fingers. You pant as he continues, feeling the overstimulation through your body.
“Okay, okay Patrick.” You gently push him from your clit, catching your breath as he gets up. He lays next to you, propped up on his elbow as he looks down at you.
“Was I okay?” He asks after a few minutes of silence. You finally open your eyes, looking at how messy he looks. Your juices coat his lips and chin, mixing with the glistening of his sweat. His hair is a mess, and his glasses are put away. His brows are knitted up in a worried look. His question makes you laugh breathlessly, putting your hand to your forehead as you giggle.
“You weren’t just okay,” you said through laughs. Patrick opens his mouth to speak but you continue, “that was the best I’ve had.”
“You have a crazy good tongue.”
What Patrick was about to say died in his throat, he looked down at you shocked. It only makes you giggle more, and that finally makes Patrick laugh at the situation. You prop yourself up on your elbow, leaning in to give him a toothy kiss, a smile unable to be wiped from your face.
Patrick kisses back, now more comfortable with it. Your lips fit perfectly together like you were made for one another. At first, it was light hearted, but now you’re back on top of him. Your tongue dives into his mouth, tasting yourself on his lips as you make out.
Your hands roam from his shoulders, to his stomach, then lower. You reach down to feel his dick already hard again. Wrapping your hand around it, you stroke up and down, pulling moans out of him. His hands find your waist, squeezing your skin. You break the kiss and look down at him.
“Do you still want to lose your virginity?” Your voice is like honey, running your other hand up and down his chest. You’re hopeful, and once again horny.
“Please?” Patrick nods vigorously.
It makes you smile smugly, kissing him once more.
“Let me take care of you baby.” You whisper. The name makes him squirm, letting out a small huff and another nod.
Taking his throbbing dick and aligning it to your hole, you slowly sink down onto him. The both of you let out shaky breaths and tiny groans at the feeling. Your gummy walls wrap around his cock so snugly, and it’s everything he wished for and more. He fills you up so nicely, it makes your brain foggy.
“Ready?” You ask, and he looks up at you desperately.
You move your hips up slowly, coming back down to meet his hips with a small smack. Patrick gasps under you, gripping at the sheets with his eyes squeezed shut. You continue to move, watching every twitch and contortion in his face.
His lips are parted into a small ‘o,’ and it’s truly the best thing you’ve ever seen. It makes you all the more aroused, picking up the pace to make him do more. Soon enough you’re slamming your hips down into his, pulling whines out of him.
Your hands grab his, interlocking them and putting them on either side of his head. You can feel his dick twitching inside of you, threatening to spill his hot ropes into you soon.
“Oh my- oh my god. Fuck, I’m gonna- agh!” He moans out, which spurs you on. Your legs are burning but you don’t back down, slamming down onto him just to hear his sweet noises.
“Good boy, mmph cum for me baby.” You groan out, feeling the coil tighten lower in your belly. Patrick lets go, spilling into you with whines filling the room. You follow after, your gummy walls clenching around him, milking everything out of him.
You collapse on top of him with a huff, panting in each other's ears as you come down from your high. Patrick is silent, untangling his hands and wrapping his arms around you. You’re limp from cumming twice in one time period, something you hadn’t done before.
Once you regain your strength, you roll off of him. The area in between your legs feel slimy and wet, which usually would gross you out. But right now you strangely feel content.
“Best birthday ever.” You say after a while, making Patrick laugh. He turns his head to look at you, and his eyes haven’t lost the lovesick look. It makes your stomach flutter.
“Wanna know something funny?” Patrick asks, his eyes crinkled from his grin. You hum, smiling back. “After everyone left, Pete and I stayed behind to help you into bed…” he paused, letting out a huff of a laugh, “you kissed my cheek and the tip of my nose and told me you loved me before immediately crashing.”
“I don’t remember that at all.” You scrunch your face, bringing your hands up to cover your blush.
“But I thought you meant it in a friendly way.” His smile falters slightly. “And I was going to ask you if it was real.”
There was a beat of silence, and you brought your hands down from your face.
“It is, but not in a friendly way.” You admit, looking at him again. “I thought it was obvious after what just happened.” You giggle, and it pulls one out of him too.
“Well now it is.” He says with a blush. There’s a moment of silence, the both of you staring at each other. “I love you too.” He adds shyly.
Your expression softens, and he closes the gap between you two. Patrick kisses you softly, pulling away with a smack. Pulling him closer, you cuddle up to him with your head resting on his arm.
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