Kink: Threesome, vanilla, blowjobs
Ship: Soul Punk!Patrick/Female Reader
Top: Patrick
Bottom: Reader
Words: 805

(A/N: Just got into Soul Punk and I had to write this cuz HOLY CRAP. Also it kinda sucks and I also somewhat forgot that boobs are a thing so...)

The door shuts almost as soon as you walk in. His lips on yours with hunger and need in his movements as he pushes you down on the couch, too impatient to get into the bedroom. You feel him crawling over you but you don't open your eyes, too busy kissing his soft lips.

Neither of you say a word as he tugs off your shirt, throwing it onto the floor. He doesn't even take off his gloves as he yanks off his own shirt and begins on your pants.

"F-fuck, Patrick." You breath, watching as he takes your underwear between his teeth and pulls them down slowly.

He finally takes off his gloves with his teeth only making you wetter than you already are. He gazes straight into your eyes with his piercing green pools of want. Oh god.

You pull him down by his belt, forcing his mouth back on yours and the first moan of the night escapes his mouth. His hand travels down your soft stomach, tracing over your belly button before running your clit softly and making a moan escape your lips. His finger finally enters you, exploring slightly but he's faltered by your needy grinding. He adds a second, and soon after a third then leaves them in for a little bit, letting you adjust. His dirty blond hair buried in your chest. He takes two back out and begins to fuck you with his finger, curling and thrusting. You're grinding and squirming under him as he explores you but soon after, he's holding you down and kissing your neck.

"Shit, (Y/N), so fucking sexy." He whispers before yanking on your earlobe, hard.

You let out a half sob-half whimper only sending him over the edge. He yanks down his pants, pulling a condom from his pocket an ripping the foil packaging off with his teeth. Again. With the teeth. You swear he's going to make you come just from the sight.

He rolls it on, spitting the second half of the package into the pile of clothes before he takes your legs and wrapping them around him.

He leans up and kisses your neck before whispering, "Deep breath in one, two, three,"

You take a deep breath, feeling him slide in and oh god he feels amazing.

"Ngh," you whimper out as he slides in.

"Shh," he whispers into your ear as you squirm and grasp the couch cushions. He just takes your hands and pins them above your head as he finishes sliding in. He grunts slightly making your eyes shut, trying to take in each and one of his beautiful sounds.

"You feel so good," He whispers into your ear making your stomach erupt into a mass of butterflies.

"P-Patrick..." You groan out as he begins thrusting into you, hard but not too hard.

"Louder, Baby, God." He grunts out.

"Patri-ick," You whimper out louder, raising your hips and adjusting the angle so he hits right-

"Ah! There!" You yelp out as he hits your g-spot.

"Yeah?" He whispers into your ear as he hits that spot. You can feel yourself building up, fast but you need more force, oh god.

"Harder, please!" You yell out trying to adjust more but his hands are sill pinning your hands above your head. He slams into you, your skin slapping together and you scream out of in pure pleasure.

"Patrick!"

He kisses your neck, continuing to drill into you, going fast and hard with his grunts filling the room and your moans emitting from your throat. You feel your climax coming quickly and you can't stop yourself from letting out a slutty whine into his dirty blonde hair.

"Patrick, I'm so close," You whimper.

"Hold it," He growls and holy shit that's sexy.

You bite your lip lightly but try to hold it in as he keeps thrusting, faster and faster. It's getting so hard to hold so you have to beg again.

"Patrick, oh god, please."

"Hold it!" He groans out before finally thrusting in one last time. You can't and you feel yourself come undone below him, your back arching up off the bed and your muscles clenching while your eyes roll back. You let out a sigh of relief while he comes himself and throws the condom away.

You both kind of lay panting there, his lips still glued to your neck and his sweaty form just barely holding himself up.

"I... Love you." You breathe out.

"Love you, too, (Y/N),"