⌗ PATRICK FEELY X READER
⤷ explicit smut warning ⚠︎ bl4dder press1ng, pr4is1ng, overst1mulat1on
You try to silently roll out of the bed without disturbing Patrick who is cuddled up in your chest like he belongs there.
His hands tighten around you. “Where are you going?” His head lifts up.
“I need to pee,” you tell him. “I’ll be right back.”
You try to pull away again, but he pulls you right back down. His leg coming over yours to lock you down with him.
You sigh. With his head still on your chest, you run your fingers through his messy hair. “Patrick…”
He smirks, letting go of your side. Crawling over you. Leaning down and pressing a trail of kisses down your nose til reaching your lips.
“I’m serious, Pa-“ another kiss shuts you up.
“You can hold it in, can’t you?”His voice quieter with his hands traveling down your stomach.
His lips travel down your jawline and settling on your pulse point.
Suddenly, an overwhelming pressure on your bladder makes you let out a noise from down your neck.
Patricks hand, pressing down on your lower stomach.
“Patrick-“ you moan under your breath, not expecting this. He hums against your neck, not stopping devouring the skin, that will leave marks as the aftermath.
His hands rise up your torso, lifting your shirt up in the process. You don’t wait, instead throw the shirt over your head.
His eyes were on you. All of you.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he mutters. Leaning back down he trails his lips down from your throat, to your chest and to your stomach.
He presses one kiss right above your shorts, looking up at you as to catch a reaction.
His lips lingered there and something inside your gut twisted, the feeling making chills run down your spine.
“Can I?” He questions, voice low. You nod your head without hesitation, making him grin.
Your shorts alongside your underwear are gone before you can even notice.
“I'll take care of you, okay?”
You don’t get to respond before he’s leaning down and pressing a kiss to your clit. His tongue works over you, fast and intense, making you see stars.
Your hands clasp around his thick brown hair, not to push but to hold onto something as your body moves with a mind of its own.
Moans pour out of you with his tongue slipping in and out of you before coming back and flicking over your clit.
With your eyes rolling back, he doesn’t stop. Instead he applies more pressure with his tongue. Gripping your thighs closer to his face.
“Patrick, I can’t-“ a moan cuts you off. He doesn’t reply, instead hums, like he’s enjoying this just as much as you. The vibration flows through you like a wave, making your legs shake around his head.
Suddenly two fingers push into you with zero expectation, taking the breath right out of your chest. He doesn’t wait, rubbing his fingers against your walls without hesitation.
His head rises, chin glistening with your arousal. “Gonna make a mess of my face, yeah?”
You nod, unable to form words.
“Words, angel.” His fingers increase pace.
“Fuck, yes!” You whine out with an arch of back.
He smirks up at you, before diving back into you. “Good girl.”
The world is spinning, already overstimulated with his fingers hitting the right spot and his tongue everywhere you need.
Without warning his free hand presses down on your bladder again, making you moan out louder than before.
“Look at you whining,” he teases, not slowing down with his movements.
“Please!”
“You’re okay, angel,” he coaxes. “Want me to stop?”
I shook my head, gripping onto his biceps. “No, please no.”
“That's my pretty girl, you gonna come on my fingers, yeah?” I choked out a “yeah,”
“Okay baby. Come.”
And you do.
Your head rolls back hitting the pillows under your neck with your back arching when the feeling overtook over you. Leaving you a panting mess.
“There you go,” he whispers, planting soft kisses on your sensitive thighs. “Good girl.”
His fingers don’t stop. Still rocking into you restlessly. “I can’t, I can’t, you have to stop,” you moan out, eyes squeezing shut.
He moves his body over you. “You can,” he says, planting a kiss to your temple. “I know you can.”
You whine at his words, arching your back against him but he pushes you down with his hands on your lower stomach. Your eyebrows squint together.
A weird feeling, not an orgasm feeling starts creeping up on you. You wiggle in his hold, moaning.
His eyes lower, to watch his fingers slide in and out of you. A groan leaves his chest. “I can feel you clenching around me, fuck.” He moans at the slight of him destroying you. “Come for me again.”
Your eyes flush shut with a tear rolling down your face from the intensity of everything.
Everything shuts out. Letting go of the feeling bubbling up in your stomach. You squirt, hard. Leaving you breathless.
Without getting to catch your breath, your second orgasm rips through you.
“There she is, good girl.” Patrick murmurs, kissing the corner of your lips.
