Patrick Stump Smut B) (NC-17)

I heard someone pull into my driveway and sat up quickly, hoping it was Patrick. I jumped out of my bed and ran over to the window above the sink in the kitchen. Patrick was opening his car door and rising out of it and I couldn't help but to smile. He looked very handsome and perfect, as usual. He was wearing his leather jacket with black jeans and his beautiful fedora. He wore his black and white shoes (like usual). 

I ran over to the front door and opened the door for him.

"Hi." I said, which came out a bit higher than I had intended. "Hey!" He replied. He sounded very excited to see my face. I have never been so excited to see his, that was for sure. "How are you doing?" he asked. 

His voice made me smile. "I'm doing great." I said nervously. Patrick and I are only friends if you were wondering. He was only coming over to help me learn how to play piano since i was having troubles teaching myself.

...

Okay, yeah maybe I wasn't having troubles and I only wanted to see him, but he makes me the happiest person on Earth when I see him and I am pretty sure I am in love with him.

He walked into thekitchen and looked around the room. "Yeah, it's kinda messy, sorry." I said.

"No, it's fine I really don't mind at all!" He smiled at me and it made me melt.

"Oh-I-okay." I said nervously. Ugh, he was so pretty and perfect, I just wish I could grab his fedora and toss it off somewhere then run my fingers through his soft, lushous hair and shoved his against the wall as I violently kiss him. But I knew right now wasn't a very good time to do that.

"Piano?" he asked me. I had almost forgot about it. His-actually....HE destracted me. Just him in general. "Oh, yeah right. Uh," I laughed nervously, "Um, it's downstairs over here." I led him to the door which led to the stairs into my basement. My basement wasn't as awfully messy as the rest of my house since I focused on cleaning down there since that is where we planned on spending most of the time.

I led him to the piano and when he saw it, his face had lighten up like a child on Christmas morning. I found it adorable that he was super excited to see anything musical. It really turned me on. 

He sat down in the chair in front of the piano and left room for me to sit next to him. When I sat beside him and our shoulders touched, an electric feel rushed through my body. He looked at me like he was concerned. "Uhm..?" He said. "are..are you okay? You just shook alittle," he giggled.

"I..um..shivered..It's cold in here." I lied to him and blushed, looking away attempting to hide it. He replied with an adorable noice and rubbed his eyes like a bunny. He slowly placed his fingers on the piano. Damn. Patrick had beautiful hands. I had never noticed this before because I was always so distracted by his eyes. He played a note, letting it ring out. My heart pounded hard in my chest. 

"Um..That's middle C." He said. I smiled in reply.

It was silent for a second as we stared in to eachother's eyes.God, his eyes were just...Perfect. I could look at them for the rest of my life. And his skin-it looked so soft and gentle. His hair was just...Amazing. His fedora looked so perfect on his head. His lips looked like the softest thing on the planet. I noticed every little detail about him. And I could feel his eyes doing the same to me. I could see it in his eyes as well. 

I broke the silence, "You know you can kiss me if you want to..."

He continued to stare into me. "I...I want to." he said in his soft voice. 

He began to lean forward toward me, slowly. My heart was pounding out of my chest. It felt like he was coming to me forever. FInally, after what felt like forever, his lips pressed against mine, passionately. HIs lips were the softest thing I have ever touched in my entire existence. I wish I could keep our lips against eachother for my entire life. He put his hands on my face while he continued to kiss me. He slowly pulled away and smiled at me as we looked into eachothers eyes. I couldn't help but grin back at him. He was the most perfect thing you could see. 

He quickly pushed his lips back to mine and kissed me hard. So hard that I fell off the chair onto the floor and he fell on top of me with out our lips disconnecting.(Thankfully, the floor down here was carpet) I laughed out loud and he giggled. God...His laugh... He continued his giggle in my mouth and he continued to kiss on top of me. He had his hands on my face again. I slowly put my hands on his back and crept them up to the back of his head. I grabbed the back of his hair and his fedora came forward in front of his eyes. I giggled into hs mouth but he only moaned. I grabbed his fedora with my right hand and threw it off somewhere in the corner.

So many thoughts were racing through my mind as we moaned into eachother's mouths. I continued to run my fingers through his soft, soft hair.  I fgrabbed him by his leather jacket and flung his around so that I was on top of him. He giggled. His giggle....

"Wait," He said. He sat up and took his leather jacket off and then his shirt. His bare skin looked so soft. I wanted to run my hands down his chest but I kept myself from doing so. He slid his leather jacket back on but left his shirt off. "I..Uh..have always wanted to have sex and still only wear my jacket.." He said shyly. He looked at me like he was saying I could judge him. I smiled and said "That's hot," and climbed on top of him as he fell back and giggled quietly.

We continued to kiss eachother for awhile as I rubbed my hands on his soft chest. Everything about him to be soft.

I made my hands down to his bulge slowly. Once I reached it, I gently squeezed it as I kissed him. "Fuck.." He moaned aloud. He studdered words I couldn't make out. I continued to rub and squeezing it. I then brought my other hand down to join and slowly unbuttoned his jeans. I gave him one last short kiss and slowly moved down to his jeans. I pulled his pants down and ripped them off him and tossed them in the same direction i tossed his fedora. 

I looked up at him and grinned. He smiled back. I pulled his boxers all the way down and his hard, large cock stuck out. I began to rub it slowly and he moaned aloud. His moans almost sounded like he was singing. I slipped his head into my mouth and he moaned even louder. I fit as much of his dick in my mouth as I could and the rest that I could not fit I rubbed up and down. He moaned even louder. I looked up at him and he was looking up at the ceiling, moaning a loud. "C..Caylee I'm gunna..." 

I pulled away quickly and took my shirt off. I climbed on top of Patrick and kissed him passionately. "I love you," I whispered. 

"I love you, too," he replied. He unbuttoned my jeans and ripped them off along with my panties and tossed them off in the same corner as his pants and fedora. I quickly ran my fingers through his hair. He then unhooked my bra from the back and I threw it off in the same corner. He grabbed my right boob and began sucking on it. We exchanged moans to eachother. He looked up at me and rubbed the other one. I couldn't help but giggle at him. He giggled back at me and then switched boobs. He stopped and came up to kiss me. He kissed me hard enough to get me to fall back to the other side as he climbed back on top of me. He continued to kiss me.

He buried his face in my neck and sucked on it as he slid into me. I moaned super loud. "Pat...Patrickkk...Fuckkk!!" He started off slow, moving in and out of me. He muttered, "I love y...Ohh..ughh...fuckk.." I moaned in response. His thrusts became harder and harder. I cried, "PatTRICK..OHH.." 

"CAYleeE!!" 

We exchanged moans for a long while as he continued to thrust harder, faster.

"P-Patrick... I'm gunnaaaaaaaaaaaohhh....." 

I felt his warm come come into me as he moaned loudly, "cayleeeeeeeeeeeee.."

"I..I love you.." I whispered to him. He lifted up from my shoulder and looked at me. "Really?" He asked, "You're..in love with me..?"

I looked away embarassed. Maybe he didn't think the same for me... But I really thought I was in love with him.. He was so perfect. "Yes." I said strongly, "Yes. Yes I am in love with you." I looked back into his eyes to see what his reaction was.

He blushed. "I love you, too." He told me. He leaned forward and kissed me. "I love you, Caylee."

"I love you, Patrick." I said.

We layed there on the floor for about an hour. I layed my head on his chest and put my legs around his. I knew we both had wanted to lay there forever, because our heart beats had matched.