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Description: You're at soundcheck with the band, and once it ends you and Patrick get to it in the green room ;-)

Word Count: 1176

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"Hello beautiful, I came to check up on you." Patrick smiled, popping into the green room I was sitting in. I smiled back at him and stood up from the black leather couch, walking over to him. "I'm alright, just getting a little bored." I sighed, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"We just have a couple more songs to do, then we're done." Patrick replied, pressing his lips to mine. "Well, when you're done hurry back." I whispered into his ear, my hand coming around and slowly rubbing at the forming bulge in his pants.

Patrick's breathing hitched and he grabbed my wrists, pinning my hands behind my back. "Just wait until I get back." He growled before letting me go and walking out of the room without another word.

I lightly blushed, feeling my stomach erupt in butterflies. I sat back down on the couch, pulling out my phone to occupy myself before Patrick came back. I looked through Twitter, replying to some nice tweets and blocking the rude ones.

Before I even knew it the boys had finished their soundcheck. I looked up as the door of the green room opened and slammed shut again. Patrick smirked as he walked over to me.

He pulled me up before sitting down and pulling me into his lap, so I was straddling him. "Hi." I giggled, bopping his nose. He scrunched it up before smiling. He pressed his lips to mine, his hands going to the hem of my shirt.

He pulled it off as I did the same, before connecting our lips again. Patrick reached behind me and undid the clasp of my bra before pulling it down my arms and throwing it into the floor. "Fuck," I moaned as Patrick attached his lips to my collarbone, giving me a lovebite.

I took off his fedora before running my hands through his hair, lightly tugging it. He groaned against my skin as continued to kiss and lick my neck and collarbone. "Patrick, I want you to fuck me." I whimpered.

He pulled away, a smirk on his dark lips. He picked me up and lay me down on the couch, pulling off my shoes and pants. He got between my legs, pressing kiss up my thighs, stopping at my wet heat. He pressed a kiss to my damp panties, causing me to let out a moan.

Patrick hooked his fingers in the waistband before pulling them down my legs and throwing them into the floor with the rest of my clothes. He circled two digits around my hole before pushing in without warning.

I let out another loud moan as I arched my back, which was most likely heard by others. Patrick leaned down and pressed his lips against mine, his fingers still pumping in and out of me. "Gonna fuck you so hard," he mumbled against my lips, only turning me on further.

I reached down and tugged at his pants. Patrick got the message and pulled his fingers out of me, causing me to whimper at the loss of contact. "Slut," Patrick chuckled as he undid his belt and pulled down his pants and boxers.

I reached out and grabbed his hard cöck, slowly pumping it as Patrick gripped my hair in his hands, pulling it. I moved closer to him and wrapped my lips around his tip, my tongue swirling around it and tasting the salty precum.

Patrick moaned as I took more of him into my mouth, his tip hitting the back of my throat, causing me to gag. Patrick pulled out and quickly pushed back in, fucking my mouth.

I gagged around him again, tears started to fill my eyes but I kept going, loving the feeling of Patrick's thick length in my mouth. "You take my cöck so good, baby girl." He moaned, slowly down his thrusts.

I took a deep breath as Patrick pulled out of me. "Get on the couch and face the wall." Patrick instructed me. I quickly did as told and got onto the couch. I sat on my knees, facing the back of the couch, my hands gripping the cushions. (Does this make sense? Idek)

Patrick got behind me, his hands on my hip. He positioned himself at my entrance before slowly pushing in. "F-fuck, Patrick." I moaned out, my knuckles turning white from my tight grip on the cushions.

"That's right, yell my name. Let everyone hear your pretty moans." Patrick growled, his hips snapping into my ass as he thrust. His dug his fingers into the soft skin, his fingernails most likely leaving marks.

I clenched my eyes shut as loud moans escaped my mouth. Patrick let out is own as he thrust faster and deeper, hitting my g-spot every single time. "Fuck baby, I want you to ride me." Patrick breathe, pulling out of me.

Patrick sat down on the couch and I got on top of him. I grabbed his length, positioning it at my hole again before slowly sinking down on it. I whimpered as Patrick held my hips and helped me bounce on his hard cöck.

"How does it feel?" Patrick asked, his lip red from biting it. "Feels so good, having your big cöck inside of me," I moaned in response. Patrick chuckled and thrust his hips up to meet mine.

"Fuck, I'm close." He grunted, leaning his head back into the cushions. I dug my nails into his shoulders, telling him I was close as well. "I want you to scream my name when you come." Patrick panted, his eyes meeting mine.

After a few more thrusts I could feel myself go over the edge. "Oh fuck yes, P-Patrick," I yelled, tightening around Patrick. He came soon after, his hot load shooting into me.

I leaned my forehead against Patrick's, the two of us deeply breathing. Patrick pressed a soft kiss to my lips before doing the same to the tip of my nose. "We should probably get cleaned up." He chuckled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

I nodded as we both stood up and quickly got dressed, just as Pete walked in. "Finally you two are done, we have to go back to the hotel." He chuckled, sending Patrick a wink. I blushed and his my face in Patrick's chest.

"Okay, we're coming." He laughed, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the room. We got lots of states as we walked out of the building and to the van where the rest of the boys already were.

"Where were you guys?" Andy asked as we sat down. Before either of us could answer Joe spoke up. "Seriously? You didn't hear (Y/N) screaming Patrick's name?" He laughed, but Andy just shrugged. "Shut up." I whined, hiding my face with my hands.

Patrick just laughed along with them and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. "Maybe we can have round two back at the hotel." He whispered, a small smirk on his face.