Chaotic Energy (Patrick Hockstetter x reader)

*Be Gentle, Okay!?

"See you shitheads tomorrow!" You laughed as you pushed yourself out of Belch's car with your school bag wrapped around your shoulder. The four laughed back and shouted several other curses at you as the lanky figure of Patrick followed you out.

"Oh fuck off, Y/N!" Henry shouted back with a cackle before Belch yelled goodbye and drove away. Thin fingers wrapped around your waist and roughly pulled you to owner's body. You walked with Patrick's hips pressed against yours down the driveway to his house. No one would be home now, and Patrick had already made his plans known. Through breathless lips he had declared how much he wanted to, "fuck your brains out." During a makeout session at lunch under the bleachers. He probably would have done the deed right there and then, if it weren't for that wretched bell.

Within seconds after making it into the solitude of the entryway, he was all over you. You barley managed to toss your bag down before you felt those hands snake their way around you. He pressed your body against his, your chest pressed against his as his lips attacked yours. He let out small huffs and grunts of lust, of aggressive want. You slowly became more and more irritated with him. You barley kissed back and made small efforts to move away which he ignored entirley. This was routine at this point. The rough, rushed sex. It was hot at first but after a while of dating Patrick, you became easily bored. You became more and more adjitated as this moment went on. You struggled against his grasp as he backed you up against a wall of his parent's living room.

"P-Patrick...Pat-I-Patt. Patrick. Patrick!" You eventually shouted at him. Your voice echoed through the room for a second in silence. He froze, his lips pulverized around your neck mid-bite. Your chest heaved with nervousness as you awaited his response.

"What?" He growled into your skin before pulled his head up and looking down at you. His green eyes glared down into yours, clearly unhappy with you.

"Do you always have to be so damn rough? I mean couldn't be a little more...gentle? Have some variety for fuck's sake!" You begged. A smile stretched across Patrick's lips. That tight, thin smile that made your stomach turn a little with anticipation. You watched as he looked down at your body pressed against the wall and licked his lips. He bounced his hips from side to side as he spoke with a breathy whisper.

"Gentle, huh?" He asked with a hoarse tone to his voice.

"Yeah, I just thought-" He cut you off with a kiss. A...sweet kiss. It caught your breath and left you still for a moment. His grasp on you loosened and became, tender. Once you started kissing him back with the same sweetness, he pulled away. Leaving his nose pressed against yours as he let you breath for a moment with your eyes closed.

"If its gentle you want," he dragged one pad of his middle finger up your side, pulling up your shirt so he grazed your soft skin, "gentle you'll get." He cooed into your cheek before brushing his lips against yours. You pursed your lips, looking for another kiss. He obliged. His tongue only ventured past your lips to lick them seducivley, going beyond when yours met his. He held one hand comfortably to your hip while the other drew patterns on your lower and middle back under your shirt. It produced a tingling sensatiom under your skin that drove you wild. You suddenly craved his lips and his touch unlike before. You let out small moans that he almost seemed to ignore. He'd always giggle at the sounds you made before, but right now he was holding back.

You reached up and held the back of his neck to keep his lips on yours, your other hand held the arm around your hip. It felt so forgien, yet so wonderful to have him so lovingly. Even if it was an act. He walked you back to the center of the living room, taking his lips away from yours and laying soft kisses across your cheeks, your jaw, and down your neck. You waited for him to bite and ruin it all. But he didn't dare. Instead, he let his hot breath flair against your skin making a shiver go down your spine. He lifted up your shirt at your waist with both hands as he kissed your flesh. Pulling away to toss it off of you and aside. Once discarded, he looked over your torso with heavy lidded eyes. He dragged his knuckles up and down the skin that showed before he leaned down and kissed down your body from your collar bone to your belly. His fingers unbuttoned and unzipped your pants. Then he began to kiss down your legs as he revealed more and more skin. You let out moans of his name. He couldn't help but smile when he made it back up to your waist.

You felt his teeth against your belly as he pressed his lips there. He knelt there for a moment, dargging his hands up and down your legs. He took deep breaths before standing again to take off your bra. He kissed you again as he did, popping it off with ease. He looked in your eyes with a grin as he tossed it aside. He couldn't help but grope you. Roughly at first in his own lust before he paused with them in his hands. He took a long breath as he starred down at you, remembering. He dragged the rest of his grasp down softly. Then leaning down to lick up inbetween them. You wanted him the more he touched you. He held one of your breasts in one hand, his thumb circling the nipple playfully. He chuckled to himself when it became hard. He watched you close your eyes and throw your head back in a moan as he sucked on it.

"Sit down." He had you sit down on the couch as he knelt before you. He opened your legs before him and slid his fingers up and down your thighs. At this point, it felt more like teasing. It started to become a little unbearable. Once he pulled off your panties you felt a false relief. He never really took his time once they were down. But this time, Patrick took his sweet time getting to you. He licked down your inner thighs slowly.

"Patrick." You hissed.

"What? I'm just being gentle with you baby." He smiled up at you before finally touching you. His tongue started down at the bottom of your entrance and then he made his way up to to your clit. There, he licked a few times before pulling away to take a breath, then coming back to paint around it with the tip of his tongue. You let your head rock back and lay on the back of the couch as he ate you out. He teased your clit relentlessly, almost to orgasm. Until he decided he'd switch. He inserted a finger into your swollen and wet pussy. He twisted it up slowly, making you squirm. He smiled as your hips rocked against his hand. Surley he would make you cum when he used a second finger. He curled them inside you and watched you as you writhed. The slow pace he was at made the sensation so much stronger. You came so close to cumming before he pulled away.

"Ah!" You let out a cry before he kissed your clit. It made you snear with a whimper. He crawled up you as he kissed up your body to your neck.

"Tell me you want my cock." He whispered in your ear before nibbling your earlobe.

"Patrick-"

"Tell me you want my cock." He demanded the second time. "And maybe I'll let you cum." He grinded his clothed bulge against you.

"I want your cock." You gasped for him. He rewarded you with a loving kiss.

"Good girl." He knelt before the couch to take off his shirt and pants. He held onto your torso as he teased you for a moment before succumbing to his own needs. He let out a deep growl as he slid into you with ease. The pressure building in your stomach became worse and your gut twisted as he began to move. Already you were close. He watched his cock disappear inside of you as he made slow, deep thrusts. He grunted inbetween thrusts as he held himself to be slow and gentle. You could barley handle it. You were so close. More. More. A few more thrusts and you felt it. You let out a gasp and held onto him as you came around his cock. He adjusted himself and started thrusting again as he buried his face into your neck. Your orgasms always made him weak, no matter how much he hated to admit it. When you came for him, he nearly creamed his pants.

"Fuck." You panted into his neck as he held you tightly, his thrusts becoming more and more intense and passionate. He held his eyes closed tight as he gently fucked you against his parent's couch. He moaned and gasped as he got closer and closer. You felt it build again. "I-I'm gonna- fuck Pat I'm gonna cum."

"Do it. Cum for me Y/N." He growled in your ear as he tensed. He clung to you as he thrusted deep into you over and over again. Hitting you until you came for him again. Once you did, he let out a helpless and pent up grunt. His body tensed as he twitched and came. His jaw dropped. You felt him release as he held you.

"Shit." You panted with a smile. Patrick panted into your chest as he hid his facr between your boobs. His eyes closed, he lifted your head to kiss you passionately before standing, and dusting himself off before he got dressed. "See...being gentle ain't so bad." You smiled up at him. He huffed out a smile.