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PK88.||patrick kane.

smut not really.

throwing patty off his game.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Patty moaned, his head thrown back against the padded locker stall, his breath hitching as I let his cock slide from my lips with a wet, popping sound. I made sure to swallow every last drop, throat working hard to clear him completely, my eyes never leaving his flushed, handsome face.

He looked dazed, his grip tightening on the fabric of his jersey as the aftershocks rippled through his body, his hips still twitching involuntarily against the edge of the bench.

The rest of the team was already out there, the muffled roar of the crowd filtering through the heavy metal doors, but Patrick Kane had been done with the game—at least for the moment. After a particularly frustrating penalty, he had stormed into the locker room, crashing out in a fit of rage. I had followed him in, desperate to calm him down, and realized that "encouraging head" was exactly the kind of distraction he needed to reset his focus.

“Okay, baby,” I whispered, wiping a stray drop from my chin before standing up from the cold, rubber-matted floor. I reached up, pulling his hands away so I could fix his gear. “Pull up your pants and get back out there. Go score for me.” I pressed a firm, lingering kiss to his lips, watching as he sat there in a state of absolute shock, his chest heaving, his eyes dilated and hazy from the pleasure.

I hurried back to my seat in the crowd just in time to see the tunnel door swing open. A moment later, Patty skated out onto the ice at the United Center, the crowd roaring with anticipation. I smiled, feeling a surge of pride, until I noticed the way his skates caught the ice—his stride was choppy, and his knees buckled just for a split second. A wave of instant, cold regret washed over me. I had weakened him too much.

His coach watched him with a narrowed, suspicious gaze, immediately signaling for him to head to the bench. As he collapsed onto the wooden seat, shaking his head and gulping down water, I bit my lip until it bled, terrified I had cost him the game. He looked pale, his legs visibly trembling under the bright arena lights, and the coach kept him sidelined for several agonizing minutes.

But just when I thought he was done for the night, the fire returned to his eyes. He stood up, testing his weight, and despite the lingering tremors in his thighs, he jumped back over the boards.

He moved with a desperate, frantic energy, his legs shaking slightly as he regained his balance, He surged forward, cutting through the defense with a lethal grace, and as he gained possession of the puck, he wound up for a blistering slapshot. The puck whizzed past the goalie, burying itself in the back of the net. The stadium erupted into chaos as the Blackhawks secured the win, and from my seat, I let out a shaky breath, watching him celebrate, knowing exactly what—and who—had gotten him that goal.

i hate writing oral.

(btw sorry you gotta to deal with some weirdos in your askbox)

PK88.||patrick kane.

smut.

rough sex.

“Hold it,” Patty said, slapping my ass and leaving another burning, red handprint against my skin as he railed me in doggy style.

“Can’t,” I moaned, my arched back giving out for a split second under the pressure.

“Bad girls don’t cum,” he groaned. He reached forward, grabbing a handful of my hair, wrapping the strands securely around his knuckles, and pulling back to force my chest up as he thrusted hard.

“Ughh,” I moaned, straining to look back at him over my shoulder. His jaw was clenched, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in sheer concentration.

“Feels good, right? Does my cock feel good?” he demanded, his other hand gripping my hip so tightly his fingers dug into my skin.

“Yes, Patrick,” I sobbed out, my legs trembling so violently I could barely keep myself propped up. Sensing my collapse, he finally let go of my hair.

“Take it all, don’t give up on me now,” he teased, noticing the exact moment my stamina broke. Before I could even attempt to hold myself up, my body went completely limp, and I collapsed face-down into the mattress.

“So annoying,” he muttered, rolling his eyes playfully.

Without giving me a second to recover, he gripped my hips and flipped me onto my back. He wasted no time sliding right back inside, the sudden fullness making me gasp. He leaned down, cupping my face harshly in both hands, forcing me to look directly into his eyes as he set a brutal pace.

“Too much,” I choked out, my hands flying to his wrists. The sensation was overwhelming, leaving me completely overstimulated. I tried to push him back slightly, but he just kept going, tapping my cheek lightly with an open palm before his hand slid down, his fingers wrapping firmly around my throat. It wasn't enough to cut off my air, but just enough to ground me.

“I feel you clenching around me. Are you going to cum again?” he panted, a bead of sweat dripping from his chest onto my stomach.

“Ahhhh!” I screamed, the sensation hitting so deep it felt like he was pressed right against my stomach.

He chuckled darkly at my reaction as my walls clamped down around him. Relensing the tight grip on my neck, his hand slid down between our bodies, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it with a heavy, deliberate pressure. The double stimulation sent me completely over the edge. I arched my back off the mattress, a sudden, helpless wave of heat rushing out of me, squirting against his lower abdomen. My fingers dug desperately into his forearms, riding out the aftershocks.

“Good job, baby,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, satisfied purr.

He kept his hands heavy on my hips, rolling his pelvis in a few slow, agonizingly deep grinds to catch the last of my contractions before he finally, reluctantly slid out of me.

The sudden emptiness made me whimper, but my body was too spent to move. Patrick collapsed onto his side right next to me, his chest heaving as he pulled me against his slick, warm chest. He wrapped an arm securely around my waist, pulling my back into his front, and kissed the top of my head, letting us both slowly drift off into the quiet afterglow.

i wanna get crack by him🙃