#pk88

My Muse

synopsis: a collection of the aftermath of kane’s trade, everyone’s favorite photographer mourning her muse

pairing: pkane88 x fem!photographer!reader

faceclaim: none / pinterest photos

warnings: slight age gap intended, nothing serious

(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🙃

You’ll never convince me that that wasn’t his one big love, the one you spend a lifetime waiting for and a lifetime missing.

(Pictures borrowed from Pinterest)