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i took a nap on the couch and this....story just developed in my mind.
Title: None(I'll name it if ya'll want me to keep going with it)
Band/Pairing: Myself and Patrick (FOB)
Rating: I guess nc-17
Patrick was sitting on the couch watching some game show. I didn't know if he was mad at me or not but he wasn't talking to me and I had really grow very fond of feeling his warmth around me. Tonight I was two hearts down and freezing. I went over to him and stood in front of the television.
"Babe, I can't see." he says.
I sit in his lap and hug him the tightest I think i've ever hugged someone. I sit there until he eventually gets the point and carries me upstairs. He places me on the bed, careful to not break our contact.
"I need you," I tell him while peering deeply into his eyes, "it can't wait. Please."
Patrick looks at my face, into my eyes, at my arms that seem to be holding on for dear life then down to my bosom and further.
"I know but we agreed-"
"I can't wait any longer, Patrick please. I need you're warmth." I cut him off nearly hystrical.
"You know it's gonna hurt, right?" he warns.
I start to pout at his precautions which makes him laugh "I don't care." I start as I ease my lips up toward him which he invites by opening up his mouth to let me explore. Our tongues fight for space to which I win and send him packing.
He starts to kiss my earlobe, jawline and then my neck. I begin to moan as he creates tell tale signs of our broken promise. Patrick headed further down as he hungrily devours my breasts, taking both into his mouth at one time then splitting them apart so each one could get they 15 seconds of fame. He almost tears my gown in half when trying to remove it from my anxious body. I yak his Detroit shirt off of his body and throw it off in the opposite direction as my gown and soon the real fun begins.
Patrick starts kissing my tummy and down to my tattoo above my [fill in word here]. He starts to kiss the insides of my thighs the left one first and then the right sucking the delicate skin there. He knows I am ticklish there so I squirm. He comes up for breath, his face as red as a beet. All I could do is stare as he bent down to kiss me again this time softer.
"You know your gonna have to be stretched," he says as we break our kiss.
"Be gentle with me, i'm not, you know, to this" I respond to him.
He leaves the bed and gets a small bottle of lube and a pack of condoms. I miss his heat so I cover myself up with the blanket. He situates himself back in between my legs and squeezes some lube onto his index finger. I wait anxiously and is taken by surprise when he inserts it in to me. I gasp as he puts the middle one in and starts to thrust.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Trying to find you're g-spot" he tells me.
"Well, how do you know where it's a-"
Patrick places his hand onto of my stomach and pushes down.
"What was that?" I ask somewhat out of breath.
"Do you feel like you have to pee?" he asks bluntly.
"Yeah, ouch, sorta" I say squirming some more.
"Well, then that's you're g-shot." he smiles as he removes his two fingers from in me.
He opens the pack of condoms to which the label reads "X-Large". Patrick removed his boxers and put the condom on. I gasped at the sight.
"Don't worry, I'll take it slow." he comforts as he caress the side of my face.
"Snail- like slow, right?"
"Yes." he responds as he gave me one last kiss before slowly sliding in.
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