pete teaching innocent inexperienced reader to suck him off and he gets overwhelmed that he kind of forgets that he’s supposed to teach you… 😵💫😵💫😵💫
i’m sorry, baby. you’re just so good at this.
p. wentz x gender neutral reader. this is hot anon! this drabble contains smut.
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pete could sweet talk anybody, really.
he loved abusing some sort of charm he had, it added charisma to his personality.
charisma that somehow found its way to get your fingers around his cock.
staring down at you, pete gently set his fingertips over yours. you were so uncertain on what to do. your stomach felt fuzzy solely from how pete gazed down at you.
you look so good like this,
pete breathed out, his other hand combing through the strands of your hair.
with curious fingers, you applied more pressure around the base of his cock. pete’s hand guided yours, and it wasn’t long before he pressed your head closer.
i’m just not sure if you’d like it…
you were nervous, bottom lip trembling slightly before pete coerced you to opening your mouth a little wider.
he encouraged you, insisting from the start that he’d take it easy with you.
baby, you’ll do perfect…just relax.
going easy on somebody was far from something that pete usually did.
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staring up at him with teary eyes, you squeezed them shut every single time pete’s dick brushed the back of your throat.
gagging, you tried your hardest to follow and work through each new thing pete threw at you.
at this point, you could swear you were seeing stars.
your nose brushed against his navel, taking pete down your throat entirely.
you couldn’t help but grab at pete’s thigh, tapping it a few times. pete couldn’t seem to care, he was fucking your throat raw by then.
i can’t help it, fuck. your mouth is so good,
the lack of oxygen was starting to get to you. barely able to even concentrate, all that you could hear were pete’s groans above you and the wet sounds of him thrusting in and out of your mouth.
letting out a weak gargle, it wasn’t before you felt yourself get pulled down impossibly closer.
pete didn’t even give you a warning before he came down your throat.
the second he finally slipped from your lips, you couldn’t even muster an inhale before clumsily falling against his legs.
i’m so sorry, baby. i really just couldn’t help myself…we can try some more next time, right?
NSFW LINKS BELOW THIS POINT!! you must be logged into twt in order to see these links , unfortunately fem centric but some M4M & M4A audios included !!
requested? yes : )
PETE WENTZ
Current!Pete is so mean not moving when he fucks you : (
Dirtbag!Pete making you take only the tip of his cock inside
Sub!Pete is rare… but the chances are never 0
Pete talks big game until he’s actually in bed.. then he’s a mess for you
Pete’s way of apologising
Pete is always such a cocky fucker, especially as a mentor to P!ATD.. what happens when Ryan’s sister doesn’t take his BS?
Pete is a cheat.. it’s not exactly like he wants kids, he always says no to creampies.. but why is the girl in this video not you?
Bsf!Pete fucks you like he means it..
Divorcee!Current!Pete when you’ve been such a good babysitter to his kids.. of course he pays you money but he pays you like this, too
Dirtbag!Pete yanks off that condom as soon as he can, he’s just a fiend for hitting it raw
PATRICK STUMP
Soul punk!Patrick letting you ride & dom him
You promised Patrick head.. it’s only fear you follow through, even in the back seat
Patrick is a gentle eater.. naturally
Post split!Patrick is so pent up he just had to fuck you like this.. just let him yeah?
Late!Soul Punk/Blondegate!Patrick
Subby!Patrick begging to paint you in his cum
JOE TROHMAN
Joe begging to cum and he keeps trying to grab at your ass.. why won’t you let him?
Big fan of the Subby!Joe agenda..
Pervy!Gyno Joe… do you see the vision
How Joe eats it when he’s back from tour
SOMNO WARNING!! -> Joe comes back so late.. but he needs to inspect you
wazzap you guys!!! so sorry i havent been updating as much ive been SOOO MF BUSY JEUSS H CHRIST
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR A BUNCH OF REQUESTS!!! a lovely anon requested a jaime x reader and i am FURIOUSLY writing (warning: it's going to be LONG!!! ....the fic too)
in the meantime please enjoy these hcs...THIS IS DEDICATED TO MY SWEETEST @wifekeyblogz FOR HER FREAKING BIRTHDAY!!!! 🧁
tw: groomer! pete wentz (obviously), corruption (drugs), mentions of losing virginity
dead dove blog! 18+ past this point!
older!boyfriend pete who picks you up from school whenever you want. whenever school gets boring, you just text pete you're ready and he's on the way. signing you out is so easy! you feel a little nervous when he lies to the receptionist, telling everyone he's your daddy...but soon enough he's speeding down the highway while you sing your favorite song! (more)
older!boyfriend pete who gets protective when you say you want to go somewhere with your friends. "teenagers get in car crashes all the time. seriously, sweetheart. let me drive you." sometimes you wish he'd stop being so silly and let you have fun, but you know he just cares about you.
older!boyfriend pete who wants to know your location at all times. just like driving, he wants to protect you. "how else am i supposed to know you're not running around with other boys?" he's just being silly, you would never do that! especially when pete is so much hotter and cooler than any other boy at your school!!
older!boyfriend pete who gets profusely upset when you mention any boys at all, even your friends. "i don't want you hanging around with any of those highschool boys, you fuckin hear me? you know they only want one thing, baby." it's a little bit ironic, but that's okay. pete's older, so he knows better...and he's probably right anyways. you know that nobody could ever treat you as good as pete can! c:
older!boyfriend pete who feels uneasy when you say you want a ride to a party sometimes. you know he's just worried about you! "don't take anything, okay baby? no boys, no drugs, and be careful with your drinks. you know its only okay when we do that stuff together." he's such a great boyfriend, caring about you so much like this! pete only lets you try different drugs when you're together so nothing goes wrong. besides, he always makes sure to get the best stuff for you two, so why would you want to take the crappy stuff they have at parties? popping a few pills with him alone is so much better than that junk.
older!boyfriend pete who is secretly hanging out with you on the weekends. you lie to your parents and say you're sleeping over at your best friends house! little do they know you're lying on pete's bed petting hemingway and humming to a cd he picked out. you're wearing nothing but panties (that he bought you of course) and one of his oversized tshirts that goes all the way down to your knees. in the background, pete's rummaging through his nightstand, looking for something he can take with you later.
older!boyfriend pete who spends almost every day with you, especially in the summer when you're not in school. sometimes it makes you feel a little uneasy, like you're missing out on doing normal teenager things, like painting nails at slumber parties, or going to the mall. but that's okay, because at the end of the day, nobody's there for you like pete is. "why do you need friends when you have me, sweetheart? you know im always here for you. we can do all that stuff by ourselves."
older!boyfriend pete who will spend any amount of money on you, no matter what. if you say you want a pair of shorts, he's already bought them in three different colors. pete tells you that money doesn't matter, and that you can always pick out whatever you want. you don't think twice, you never do. what? he's in a huge band after all, he's totally rich!
older!boyfriend pete who takes your virginity. you've never even had a boyfriend before pete, so everything already felt new. but it especially came as a surprise when you two were cuddling and all of a sudden one of his hands began to glide up your shirt while another hooked your panties down. you realized what was about to happen instantly as he flickered from your eyes to your pussy. he didn't ask for permission, but you didn't care. this was what grown ups did, right?
older!boyfriend pete who begins to fuck you deep and slow. at first, it's agonizingly painful. you told him to stop a few times because it felt like you were ripping apart. ignoring your pleads, he continued to slowly push in. "it's supposed to hurt a little, baby. that's okay, keep going. you wanna be a big girl for me?" you whimper a little, wanting to show yourself.
older!boyfriend pete who cums inside of you. he said it's okay, and that he'll get you a special pill that will keep you from getting pregnant. you tightly clench around him at the unfamiliar but addictive sensation. it makes you feel extra special when he kisses the top of your head in praise. "you did so good, sweetheart. 'm so proud of you. fuckin amazing." after, pete takes care of you, wiping you down with a washcloth gently. "if we practice more, soon enough we can fuck every day like real grown ups." you nod feverishly, wanting to chase the high again. you'd do anything to make pete feel good!
older!boyfriend pete who cherishes you more than anything. he always showers you with praise, calling you his sweet little girl and covering you in kisses. the affection always gives you butterflies - but he'll never do it in public.
older!boyfriend pete who doesn't like to show you off too much, especially to the band. you secretly want him to really bad, but you know it's a bad idea. if any of the boys found out about you two, pete says bad things would happen. he could lose his job and even get shunned by paparazzi!
older!boyfriend pete who tells you that you have to stay a secret. you understand why, but still feel your head get hot with frustration. hiding your love felt so exhausting because you were afraid of the expected disapproval from your parents and the band if they found out. you were so close to being 18 anyways, so what does it matter? he even told you're mature for your age. you love pete more than anything, so why does nobody understand?
ok ok i love when guys say the word sweetheart sue me. is it a crime to have a kink ? if so we’re all going to jail. anyways there was an attempt to write a decent threesome fic. very heavy on the attempt!!! this just randomly spawned in my mind one night and i wrote a bunch of shit down so i put it together into a lil blurb i guess ? i’m hoping if i post this wip it’ll inspire me to finish it
summary:wearing a shirt that says “dibs on the bassist” turns out to be the best thing you have ever done.
warnings:threesome,porn what plot, no plot at all , oral (m&f receiving),piv sex,lots of dirty talk,petekey if you really squint, poorly written LOL
“awww, well isn’t that cute”. pete pulled her closer“now that she’s actually met a bass player she’s too nervous to even take her eyes off the floor”
she felt his hands wander down her back stopping on her lower back. y/n was so tense she was refused to even open her mouth in fear of nervous puking.
mikey pressed up behind her, snaking his right arm around pete’s hips and his left in her back pocket. she could feel is erection pressed up against her.
all of her senses were overwhelmed instantly as the two men stood on either side of her. the stench of sweat and alcohol being faintly masked with axe body spray was making her stomach churn.
“so i hear you gotta thing for guys who are good with their fingers”?mikey smirks down at her. “thats why you wore that lovely shirt i assume”?
“m-maybe” was all that left her mouth. she cursed herself for not having more to drink during the show. being tipsy would have really made this moment a lot less nerve wracking.to be fair she never in a million years would have imagined herself sandwiched between the two hottest emo icons of all time.
pete rested his chin on her head. “there’s no need for you to be so nervous pretty girl. we’re gonna take real good care of you”
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“fuckkk” mikey groaned, drinking in the sight that lay before him. her knees were practically touching her ears giving him the perfect view of her perfect pussy. the way it glistened under the fluorescent bulbs of his dressing room drove him wild. “that shirt is so fucking hot baby. did you wear it just for me” he growled, grabbing a fistful of the cloth and yanking it up exposing her breasts to cold air. to his pleasant surprise there were piercings through her perky pink nipples. as if on command they instantly hardened against the cold air.
for just a second he felt almost bad. he never bothered to learn the poor things name. she was splayed out across his dingy couch showing him everything he ever could have wanted and he didn’t even have the decency to ask her a simple question. then again this girl was so desperate for them he doubt she’d even care. the way she hung on his every word was so very pathetic..fuck he was in love. there is nothing better in this world than an easy woman. that’s what made being famous so much fun, having a bunch of gorgeous groupies who were ready to give it up just because he made eye contact with them in a crowd of thousands.
she kept her eyes squeezed tight praying this was the idle chatter from the crowd of concert goers leaving for the night was drowned out by the sloppy sounds of pete’s cock sliding past her parted pink lips. it was just as pretty as you imagined it would be. thick and veiny with a bit of a tan,pink tip dripping with a mix of precum and spit. mikey couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from the mesmerizing sight of his friends cock appearing and disappearing again and again and again. pete was like a rabid animal with the desperate pace he was keeping.
he never really appreciated how good his friends dick looked. objectively he had a good dick. he wasn’t gay or anything but who wouldn’t want to suck that ?
“oh my goddd your throat is sooo perfect,baby. you were really made for this shit”. pete groaned, slamming the full length forward with no mercy. his large hands gripped either side of her head as he continued to thrust forward.
tears started to from on the crease of y/n’s eyes but she was beyond hyptonized. what more could a girl want in this world? she did her best to take the abuse,focusing her eyes upward towards the ink plastered over his pelvis. watching the muscles in his chest flex as he continued his abuse of your throat made your heart flutter.
a pair of large hands began to slowly caress her thighs,temporarily distracting her from the abuse of her throat “I would love nothing more but to fuck this pretty pussy, would you like that”? mikey asked, his voice sounded like honey to her ears. she could came exploded right then and there.
she tried to nod but pete had her head held firmly in place. her throat just felt so heavenly from this angle.
“i can’t hear you sweetheart, use your words”
wow. all she ever wanted in the world was for mikey fucking way to use her like a fleshlight. with pete’s length still buried in her throat and drool rolling down her chin she tried to form a sentance. it sounding like a gargled mess. and mikey loved it.
this poor desperate groupie was literally shaking for his touch. hell,he loved the attention. being in a band wasn’t half bad.
for a brief moment pete allowed her time to take a breath. now that she could adjust her position she got a proper look at mikey…more like the print in his black jeans. maybe what they say about skinny guys was true after all. she focused on his dick, begging to be freed from its denim prison. in her head she always imagined it would be big but if what she’s seeing is true it’s so much bigger than she thought.
“mikey please don’t make me wait anymore..i want to feel it”. she regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth. the goal was to seem not insanely obsessed. but for mikey those words did the perfect trick. “please” she spoke again, barely above a whisper but the need was obvious in her tone.
her eyes widened at the sight of his dick. never in her life had she seen something so pretty. slightly longer pete’s, standing at attention against his chiseled abdomen. the pale white was a beautiful contrast to his light pink mushroom tip.
how did she get so lucky? seeing it so proudly presented before her had her contemplating if god was real. only a world with a god would have such a handsome specimen.
he wasted no time tracing his index finger between her folds. the sound it made was nothing short of pornogrpahic. audibly making a wet squelching noise.
“jesus you really liked sucking this dick huh”? pete said proudly , rubbing his length over her parted lips.
“i doubt it, not when you’re forcing it like that. she deserves to be treated like a proper lady” mikey responded, not taking his eyes off her sex.
pete rolled his eyes. “who’s the one who got her that wet ? obviously she likes me “forcing” it down her throat”. he ran his tip across her lips, spreading the black lipstick around her face. “we all know who she’s here for. did you read her shirt or what”?
“i play bass too,dumb ass”
“tell us baby, who do you like more”pete asked his tone a bit desperate
“who do you want to eat this pussy huh? ”mikey adds ,his brown eyes boring into hers. “pick your favorite”.
no warnings for this chapter but just keep in mind that the reader is 17 and explicit grooming and underage activities will be taking place in later chapters. please dont read if it will harm your mental health in anyway, keep yourself safe🫶
My fic will be pretty plot heavy, I wanna keep it at least somewhat realistic and not too heavily relying on plot armor
As always, feel free to leave feedback and my anon box is always open!!
The other guys have already left through the back of the building.
“You would’ve gone with them if you hadn’t wandered off.” Brian sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He takes a card out of his back pocket— a black laminated lanyard with bold words printed onto it.
“Backstage pass, just tell ‘em you’re the drummer. I don’t have time to hold your hand through this.”
He hands you loose papers— schedule, a copy of a setlist. You shove them into your duffel, your drumstick bag sloppily peaking out of it.
Pulling the lanyard over your head as he waves you off, you exit out of the back of the building.
Your phone has been buzzing nonstop ever since you Brian called you back. You don’t have time to check it, opting to put it on silent for now and fill your friends in on everything when you’re done. Whenever that will be…
Getting through security is another ordeal entirely.
One guard studies your badge for potential counterfeit, asking for any other forms of identification.
“I uh, have a drivers license, is that good?” You ask, pulling the card from your wallet. They nod, mumbling something into their radios and waving you through.
The prospect that you’re probably already too late gnaws at the back of your brain, but as you step to the “backstage” you realize you really can’t turn back anymore. It stretches for at least half a mile, with more semi-trucks and smoking electrical wires than you had anticipated. The place was packed, as well, looking almost like the booths out front. Workers bustling, a couple of bands rehearsing, and some skateboarders you have to dodge. Noises from the vehicles and the bands make it almost impossible for you to hear yourself think. You stop for a second, pulling the papers out of your bag to see if they can provide any answers…
Okay… Where exactly are you supposed to go?
Before panic has a chance to settle in, someone in an event polo notices you standing in the middle of the walkway, looking you up and down before glancing at your badge.
“Who are you with?” They ask, their voice raised so you can hear them over the chaos. You flip your badge around, revealing the shiny “My Chemical Romance” print on the back. The stranger gives you a quizzical look, raising your lanyard to get a closer look at it, forcing you to step a little too close to them than you’re comfortable with.
“My Chemical Romance, hm? You look a bit young.” You just nod, not wanting to draw any attention to yourself by backing up.
“You seem new, c’mon, lemme show you where to go.” A toothy grin spreads across their cheeks, seemingly inviting until they drop your lanyard and take your wrist in a grip that has your hand growing cold from the pressure.
You’re dragged through crowds, reaching a couple of buses near the back when you spot them. It seems the employee does too, because he takes you by the shoulders and places you in front of him. The band, previously strumming their instruments, stare up at the two of you.
“Sorry to bother you guys” The stranger says, trying to garner their attention as if they didn’t already have it. “Just had a kid here claiming she personally knows you guys? Hm?” Their lips curl into a line as you look behind you and then toward the band.
“It’s not like that, I was just lost—“ You try to deescalate, but you’re cut off by Gerard, a cigarette halfway hanging out of the corner of his mouth.
“We know her.” The frontman explains. “She’s the local we got to do drums.”
“Should’ve led with that.” The stranger grumbles, letting go of your shoulders and disappearing into the crowd behind you.
You stand there for a split-second, processing, before walking over to the group.
“I’m so, so sorry he just saw I was lost and came up to me and saw my pass, and—“
“Hey, don’t sweat it. You’re here now, that’s what matters” This time the one speaking was Ray, a handheld fan blowing in his face, causing his curls to fly about like tiny pieces of cloud.
“We go on in an hour, so I suggest trying to familiarize yourself with the setlist if you haven’t already.” Gerard says, stamping out his cigarette and taking a long gulp of water from a bottle that has no doubt been sitting in the sun too long.
“What about soundcheck?” That makes the guys laugh, you can feel your shoulders hunching in on you at the sound.
“This—“ Frank gestures to the mess of guitars and an awkward setup of equipment boxes as chairs, an open box of drum pads not going unnoticed by you. “—is soundcheck.“
“But Brian said—“
“Brian gives it too much credit.” Frank waves the thought of it off, like it’s a routine occurrence. “Take him with a grain of salt. Matter of fact, take us all with a grain of salt and your life’ll be much easier” You laugh breathily at that, taking a seat on a box.
“So how long’ve you been playing?” He asks.
You count the years of your fingers, holding them up to him. Frank whistles lowly.
You glance over at the equipment, your eyes landing back in the stack of drum pads.
“Mind if I use these?”
Ray responds, already seeming to know what you’re asking about and not bothering to look up from where he’s tuning his guitar. “Sure, they were just kinda left with us so if you need ‘em, knock yourself out.”
Two minutes. You peak your head just slightly out of stage right, gazing out toward a sea of people illuminated by the smoldering sun. Thousands of cheers erupting as the band before you wraps up their set. You’ve never seen that big of a crowd in one place before, let alone been at the very front of it.
“First big crowd?”
You jolt as your focus is broken, whipping your head around to reveal Gerard, who’s seemingly noticed your natural state is in a bundle of nerves. You give him a nod.
“Don’t look at ’em.” He shrugs.
“…What??”
“I mean it. Pick somebody in the front row if you have to. Focus on your set more than anything.”
You inhale sharply, being guided forward by the other members. Ray gives you a double thumbs up while Gerard immediately steps toward the front of the stage, introducing the band and saying some words you might’ve heard if Mikey didn’t nearly collapse in front of you, catching himself before his gangly form lands on his guitar. Looking down, the stage is littered with ropes of coiled cables. Shoving your drumsticks in the waistband of your pants, you lean down to at least try and gather some of the bundles and drag as many them out of the center of the platform as possible. It seems a stagehand notices, taking the cords from you and continuing your efforts.
“No idea how they’ve been playing like this all day,” Frank mutters, passing you and ending up on the left of Gerard, who was still having a conversation with the crowd.
You sit at the drumset that was left by the other bands, adjusting the seat so your feet can reach the kick pedal.
Your eyes scan over the set, the rack tom sat a little higher than your own, most likely to adapt to the many male drummers. The floor tom a little farther away. You reached instinctively to fix them—
Ray struck the opening chord. Your ears perk up, your head following suit.
It takes you a second to register what song you’re supposed to be playing. It was the first on the list, you know this one! You know this one!
You know— that you’re late. Shoot.
You start up, around where you should be in the song, only a few moments lost as Gerard starts to sing. Multiple members glance back at you as you play, sweat beading your forehead despite the stage largely obscuring the sun. You can’t hear your bass pedal over the sound of the crowd screaming and singing along.
Hopefully, you think to yourself, any minor mistakes made will be drowned out.
You can’t afford another screw-up like that first one though. Who knows who else is watching you, and if you ever want a gig with your own band again you’ve gotta step up your fucking game.
Im midway finishing my hmw but i CANT stop thinking abt 2003 Patrick being a lil pervy perv in 4chan and having a small degradation kink but in such a cutesy way!! ( ＴДＴ)
Can i get a drabble or hcs pliiiisshhh???･ﾟ･(●´Д｀●)･ﾟ･
BTW, LOVED THE BASEMENT GERARD HCS LUV LUV PERVERTED NERDS!! FAV KIND OF MAN (⌒‐⌒)
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SUCH A WERIDO !!
NOW PLAYING ; 2003 PATRICK X READER HC’S + DRABBLE
˚⟡˖ ࣪ Patrick definitely has a folder of just you on his computer that he secretly masturbates too but shhh that’s a secret
˚⟡˖ ࣪ He day dreams about you degrading him for being disgusting
˚⟡˖ ࣪ “God you’re a fucking pervert!” He’s literally masturbates to that as we speak!!!
˚⟡˖ ࣪ Is a literal simp for you, if anyone told him you were ugly or not their type he would probably fight them like those discord fights
˚⟡˖ ࣪ Drools all over his laptop if you post yourself and gets hard by just seeing you
˚⟡˖ ࣪ He somehow found your my space from 4chan and followed you which he gets all giddy and excited if you follow him back
˚⟡˖ ࣪ Probably smells like cheap cologne and the old book paper scent and a hint of sweat
˚⟡˖ ࣪ His room is filled with comics all over the place, his guitar he loves and probably some tissues and lotion near his laptop just incase you know!!
Meeting this guy was not your top priority especially on 4chan? Out of all places, you didn’t expect to meet someone on 4chan and especially to keep talking to them on a daily basis.
You just wanted to need people with similar music tastes or interests since your small town in Illinois was very conservative and “didn’t play with that devil music.” Maybe they just didn’t understand good music that isn’t just country music (no offense to country music)
So when you found Patrick off 4chan you were honestly pretty excited and since was in Chicago! Which was only one to two bus ride from your small town, definitely planning on meeting with him soon!
When you did meet him you found him kind of odd and awkward but you assumed that was normal for him.
Until… you found out about how he had a literal folder of multiple photos of you! What a creep!
You cussed him out of course walking off angrily to go right back home, secretly Patrick was loving it god he could probably cum in his pants if you kept yelling at him. So when you left his pants immediately flew off to somewhere else as he masturbated groaning and degrading himself like you did to him.
Were you gonna block him and never message him again? Probably not, honestly you weren’t as angry at him you just didn’t expect it.
The more you thought about it you were turned on by the thought of Patrick absolutely kissing the ground you walk on.
tags ; pegging, sub patrick stump, gentle dom reader, mentioned phone sex, minor begging, minor dacryphilia, praise, pet names (mainly baby)
a/n ; i hope u like this ^_^ first fic on this account yippee!!!
Patrick has always liked it when you took charge. He liked being told what to do, because more than anything he wanted to please you. And thats exactly what he was going to do tonight.
A while ago when you and Patrick were having phone sex (he was away on tour with his band), you mentioned that you've always wanted to peg him. Patrick hadn't brought it up after the initial conversation, but god has he been thinking of it ever since. He couldnt even count how many times he'd jacked off to the thought of it, but he knew it was a lot. and now that he's back from his tour, hes finally ready to talk to you about it.
"Hey babe, can I ask you something?"
You look up from the book your reading and glance at him. God, he's so pretty, his puppy eyes looking at you like you own him.
"Of course hon."
"Uhm, remember a while back when you said you wanted to peg me? When we had that phone call?"
You almost choke on the air. Fuck, you had said that.
"Uh, yeah... what about it?"
"I was wondering if we could do that tonight..."
His cheeks flush bright red. Your initial shock goes away, turning into arousal. You smirk and stand up, bringing yourself closer to Patrick.
"Oh? You want me to peg you huh? I think we could make that work." You say, grinning as you do. Patrick immediately pulls you in for a kiss.
The kiss doesnt stay innocent for long. After about 2 seconds, your tongue has successfully infiltrated Patrick's mouth. Patrick is grabbing onto your shirt and whining like crazy. You guide him to your bed and start to undress him. When you pull down his boxers his hard cock immediately springs up to his stomach. He's not very big, but it still makes you wet every time. you move your hands to his shaft and start gently jerking him off, almost painfully slow but its enough to make him whimper even more.
You dont want to jerk him off for very long, you want to get to the good stuff. So after about a minute you stop.
"Hey baby, I'm gonna need to prep you, okay? On your stomach for me, please."
To the surprise of no one, Patrick does as he's told. Once hes on his stomach, you pull out a bottle of lube and pour some on your fingers.
"Alright baby, I'm gonna put my finger in. Just relax for me okay?" He nods and closes his eyes, taking a few deep breaths before doing a thumbs up to let you know hes ready. you slowly insert one of your fingers into his hole, causing a whimper out of him. Then, you start to pump it in and out. He whines louder and his breathing speeds up. You move your free hand to his shoulder and start gently massaging it.
"Doing so well for me, Patrick. Such a good, good boy. I love you so much."
As you speak, you put another finger in and start pumping them slightly quicker. Patrick lets out an obscene moan and you realize you've found his prostate.
"Was that good baby? Want me to do it again?" You say gently, kissing his cheek.
"Mm-mhm... yes please... please..." You thrust your fingers into him again, causing another loud moan to slip from his lips. He squeezes his eyes shut as you pull your fingers out, feeling he's stretched enough. You turn him over onto his back, putting your hand on his cheek and caressing him gently.
"I'm gonna get the strap, alright? Just relax for me baby." You say, reaching into your nightstand drawer and pulling out a medium-sized dildo attached to a strap. Patrick looks slightly nervous, which isn't surprising considering he's never received anal before. You smile and give him a gentle kiss on the lips.
"Its alright baby, I know you can do this. You're gonna be okay." You say in a soft voice.Your words seem to soothe him and he takes some deep breaths. You line yourself up with his hole, holding his hips gently as you get ready to push in. "I'm gonna put it in now, okay?" You coo. He nods and brushes his hair behind his ears.
You push in slowly, caressing his cheek as he whines and whimpers. "You're doing so good, baby. So fucking good for me. Such a good boy, I love you so much.
"He moans louder to your words, wrapping his arms around you.
"Please... Please fuck me, please I'll be so good for you!" He says, tears flooding his eyes. You smile and kiss him.
"Alright baby, I know you'll be good for me. Your so fucking perfect. You don't need to cry." You start thrusting into him gently, listening to all the pretty noises he makes. You kiss away his tears and speed up slightly. "Mmm... feels so good... feels so full... fuuuuck...." he whines, bucking his hips into your strap. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum... gonna cum...." he moans. And sure enough, after a few seconds he makes a mess all over his stomach. You smirk and pull him into a tight hug as he cries again.
"Good boy, you did so good for me, I'm so proud of you. You made me feel so good. I love you so much"
