littlebitoffanfic:

Fandom: IT 2017
Character: Henry bowers, Patrick Hockstetter
Relationship: MAIN: Henry/reader, mentions of patrick/reader/henry
Request: Can you please write a sort of patrick x reader x henry but more henry please? Something like the reader finds out henrys never had a sexual experience without patrick being there so decideds to give him a treat?

You rolled onto your back, panting as your body pulsed with the pleasure of past events. With Henry to one side and Patrick to the other, you felt your heart beating hard against your chest.
almost a year you had been with them both. It was strange and you couldn’t really remember how it all started. All you knew now was that to the outside world, you were just dating henry, but Patrick was always involved behind closed doors. He liked watching the two of you make out in school, and often dared you to do more. Once in class, his fingers slipped under your skirt and past your panties while you gave Henry a handjob under the table. It was strange, but it worked for the three of you. You didn’t really like the idea of having Patrick on his own constantly, so having Henry there to set the boundaries was a relief but that didn’t stop the two of them enjoying teasing you to the point of torture. The word ‘threesome’ flashed through your mind a lot, but it wasn’t completely a threesome in the normal sense. Normally, it was a couple with another person, but you felt like the two guys had an equal amount of your attention and affections.
“Im going out for a cigarettes.” Patrick announced, sitting up in bed and kissing you on the forehead, making you smile and Henry frown. “What? You want one too?” Patrick moved across you toward Henry, a playful smirk on his face.
“Fuck off.” Henry hissed, pushing him away. “Why don’t you smoke in here?”
“[y/n] doesn’t like me smoking in bed.” Patrick said in a mocking voice as he looked at you. but you smiled sweetly at him, likely how he at least respected that rule.
Patrick got out of bed and threw his shirt on as well as his jeans, leaving his boxers on the chair in the corner since he would be back anyways. Once he had left, you turned on your side, cuddling into Henry. A small smile dawned his lips as he wrapped an arm around you.
“Amazing, as normal.” You smiled, referring to the last hour that was spent fucking on this very bed.
“Yeah.” Henry smirked, not able to get the image of you moaning underneath him from his mind.
But you had something else on your mind.
“Henry?” You asked, drawing small circles on his bare chest with your fingertips. Henry made a ‘hmm’ sound to show he was listening. “Have…have you ever done anything… like what we do with anyone else?”
You looked up at him, seeing him tense slightly and when you looked up at him, his eyes had widened.
“WHY?” He hisses, not meaning it to sound so defensive and nasty. He immediately regretted when you sat bold up right, pulling the covers up to cover your chest and moving a little away from him.
“It-it was just something Patrick said the other day. He said he had been there for every sexual experience you had and I wondered if there was a girl before me or something.” You spoke quickly, your voice shaking slightly. You had been close friends with the guys the majority of your life, but there was certain things no one had really discussed. And you were sure if another girl had been in the picture, you would have probably never have known.
“No, you’re the only one.” Henry mumbled, sitting up and rubbing the back of his neck, not sure how to apologies for snapping at you.
but you weren’t thinking about that anymore.
“You’ve never had sex with anyone else? Apart from me and Patrick?” You turned back to him, utterly confused. Henry shook his head in embarrassment, wanting desperately for this conversation to be over.
“Just wanted you. and if you come with Patrick, then…” he shrugged, trailing off. You felt your heart break as he avoided your gaze.
He was quick to move out the bed, shaking his head. He didn’t want to speak about this, but he saw something in your eyes that told him that this conversation wasn’t going to end soon.
“I aint angry or anything.” He mumbled. “I enjoy this, whatever it is.”
You watched him as he pulled on his boxers and then he picked up a shirt, and that sent a shock through your body.
“Don’t leave.” You practically begged, seeing his head snap towards you. “Please?”
He slowly lowered the shirt back onto the chair.
“You know, Patricks out of town this weekend. Why don’t you come over?” You bit your bottom lip, keeping your voice low. You saw Henrys eyes widen. It was an unspoken rule that the guys either got you at the same time or not at all. But you saw the way henry looked at you. it was different than Patrick. To Patrick, you were fuck buddies. He cared, in his own insane way, about you and proved that, but you had sever doubts about his ability to actually love someone. Henry, on the other hand, worshiped you. It was really the best of both worlds, however selfish it was.
But this was now different.
“You mean it?” Henry moves back onto the bed, his eyes bore into yours as you nod.
“We can be alone.” You confirm, dropping the covers to wrap your arms around his neck. You saw a grin spread across his face as he glanced down at your body then back up to your face.
the deal was sealed with a kiss.
—————–time skip————-
You pressed the lipstick to your lips, touching up your makeup quick. You knew Henry loved it when you wore red lipstick. Scratch that. He loved it when it was slightly smeared down your lips from a heavy make out session.
Finding out that the first time Henry had had sex was during the threesome with you and Patrick made you feel sorry for him. It had been your first as well, but you felt it was different for him. You wanted both Henry and Patrick while Henry just wanted you. You knew he was turned on by what happened between the three of you, although he would never admit it for fear of being called gay.
You planned on righting that wrong.
You wore a beautiful red lingerie that hugged your body. It was something you had been saving for an anniversary, but this seemed like a better time. The panties were more of a thong while the bra had lace connected to the bottom which fell to cover your torso.
Patrick had left town this afternoon, not planning to be back till late on Sunday, so you knew you had plenty of time to enjoy yourselves.
Not only that, you had a feeling that Patrick expected as much. He had winked at you as he left, leaning down and whispering in your ear “don’t have too much fun without me” before leaving.
You thought about being caught by Patrick, and you quickly realised that it would probably turn him on more. He would probably just watch, making sure he wasn’t noticed.
But tonight wasn’t about him.
You heard a knock at your front door and then the door opening.
“[y/n]?” henry called, stepping into your empty house.
“In the bedroom.” You called back as you stood up, fixing your head as you heard him climbing the stairs.
The door swung open and a cool breeze entered your room, making a shiver run down your spin as you turned to see Henry standing in the door way, his eyes fixed on your body. You only had a couple of candles light about the room, adding an extra warmth and sweetness to the room. Because, in reality, it wasn’t just his first, it was yours too.
“Henry?” You asked, noticing he hadn’t moved. So you stepped closer to him, a little afraid you had gone to far.
But then something inside him seemed to snap. He took long, purposeful steps towards you before wrapping his arms around your waist and kiss you, hard.
But this kiss was different.
It was dominating, like normal, but it was different. He wasn’t having to fight someone else for you affections. He didn’t have to feel someone elses hands on your sides as he kissed you, or hear you moan against his lips because someone else was kissing your neck from behind.
Tonight, you were his.
You pressed your body against his, your hands running up his front, across his shoulders and to the back of his neck, playing with the hair there. This alone got henry really going.
You were the first to break the kiss, gasping as you let your eyes flutter open to meet his and your whole world froze.
Normally, you saw a look that reminded you of a predator looking at it pray, something both Henry and Patrick shared. But now you didn’t see that. You didn’t even just see lust. You saw love. Pure adoration in his eyes as he looked at you. It made your heart beat hard in your chest as you realised you loved him back.
You placed both your hands on the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss you again, making him smirk against your lips.
you could feel his erection rubbing against your thighs, so you broke the kiss to drop to your knees in front of him.
Undoing his trousers, you pulled down both them and his boxers to allow his member to spring free. You delicately wrapped you fingers around him, hearing him let out a shuddering breath as you did so. Moving your head forward, you swiped your tongue against the tip before wrapping your lips around the head. Henry knees nearly buckled as his hands buried in your hair. Swirling your tongue around him in your both, you ran your free hand up and down his thigh, gently scrapping your nails there every now and again.
Slowly and almost painfully on his part, you started to take more of him into your mouth with ever small movement or bob of your head. Henry let out a number of small grunts and sharp intakes of breath as you took your time with him. You had never actually been able to give him a proper blowjob, like this anyways. Normally if you were giving a blowjob, you were already being fucked doggie style so it was rough and who ever was getting head wouldn’t get this sort of treatments.
You looked up, seeing his was staring down at you, his mouth hanging open. When he met your eyes, you let out a moan, the vibrations in your throat and mouth making him almost gag.
Pulling back, you saw a spark in his eyes when he saw the string of saliva connecting your mouth to his cock. He reaches his hand to your mouth, the pad of his thumb pressing on your lower lip and then pulling it down slightly. Instantly, you knew why. He had smeared your lipstick slightly.
You pushed yourself back to stand in front of him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he stepped out of the boxers and jeans. He instantly smashed his mouth to yours, his body feeling tense and almost desperate. You felt him running his hands up and down the side of your body, seeming to enjoy the lace there before scrunching it up in his fists.
You moved your hands down and started to tug at his shirt, playfully biting his lower lip as you did so. But he didn’t seem to mind, at least not as much as he would have down if Patrick was there. Pulling away from the kiss, he all but ripped his shirt off and over his head, throwing it into a corner of the room before pressing himself back against you.
Even though you had seen him naked many times, your heart still wept every time you saw the scars that covered his chest. The ones that would be a permanent reminder of the abuse he had endured… that he still endured right now.
But he didn’t care. You knew he didn’t. He would rather get beaten by his father than miss a moment with you. He had gotten so many fists and kicks for coming home late because he wanted to watch you fall asleep but he never told you. If his father ever found out what happened between you, him and Patrick, he would be a dead man. But he’d risk it all for just a kiss from you.
driven by need, he tugged at the lace again.
You slipped the panties down your legs, stepping out of them before reaching around to undo your bra. It fell down your shoulders and you allowed it and the lace to drop to the ground, leaving you bare to him.
His eyes lingered only for a moment on you, before he couldn’t hold back and kissed you again, rejoicing at the feeling of your skin now pressed against his.
He twisted you around and pushed you back till your heels hit the bed and you sat down. He leaned down and placed a hand either side of you and you took the hint, pushing yourself further up the bed so he could climb on. You got about half way up the bed before he was kneeling on the bed. He grabbed your knees, pulling you back to him and spreading your legs either side of his hips.
More out of instinct, you placed your hand above your head, something Patrick and Henry normally did. They would pin your hands up above your head as they fucked you. But Henry didn’t seem to want this. At least not now.
His eyes were studying your body for a change as he sat back on his knees.
No new bruises forming because he or Patrick had been too rough. Not hickys or love bites on your skin. No one else’s hands on you apart from his own.
Henry couldn’t help but smile as he moved himself to your entrance, still able to see your saliva on his cock from the low light.
As he rubbed the head there, you did something you had never done with him before.
You reached up and placed your hands on the back of his neck. He jumped a little, only really associating hands on his neck with being strangled, but relaxed himself. You gently pulled him down to your lips.
He kissed you almost shyly just before he pushed inside you. your mouth opened against his as moans and gasps were muffled. You broke the kiss to fling your head back, arching your back up into him. He quickly started to thrust, his hands moving to grip at your waist, both steadying himself and making your hips meet his thrusts.
“Oh, god, Henry.” You moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist.
All Henry could do was let out a broken moan. He loved hearing you moan for him. He needed it more than he needed air sometimes. And he knew he didn’t have any competition right now. No one would could make you moan their name instead, no one else to muffle your moans or make you moan instead of him.
His fingers dug into your side but he quickly stopped himself. Pain was associated with Patrick. He didn’t want that. He wanted this to be completely different.
You let out a gasp that was cut off when he thrusted and caught a particular spot inside you.
Looking up, you saw he was almost glaring down at you, his jaw tense as he gritted his teeth.
You moved your hands up to cup his cheek, seeing his eyes flutter close at your soft touch, his hips never faltering. You leaned up, kissing him. You felt his jaw relax as he kissed you back, giving a rather harsh thrust.
He pulled away, but only an inch or two as you gasped, moaning towards the end. He leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours and you could feel his breath on your lips. His eyes were closed tight before opening to watch you.
Not even in the most intense fuck session with Henry and Patrick had you ever seen Henry like this. And you loved it.
You felt the knot in your stomach grow tighter and tighter with every thrust, almost becoming painful as you chased your orgasm.
“henry, god, im-im gonna, fuck.” You became a moaning mess as he tilted his hips in such as way as to hit that spot that drove your crazy. Then his thrust grew hard and fast.
You moaned his name again and again until your orgasm claimed your body in the most blissful way possible. You wrapped your arms around him, dragging your fingernails into his back to try keep some sanity but the pain was welcomed. As your walls tightened around him, he let out a low growl and moaned your name, his face twitching before pleasure washed over him and he came.
He lazily thrusted a couple more time inside you, each time earning a soft moan from you as you came down from you high.
you dropped your legs down from his hips as he moved to the side of you. Arms wrapped around your waist and you were pulled against him. Smiling, you cuddled into him, resting your head on his chest. You could hear how fast his heart was beating in his chest.
The two of you lay there for a while, fully content.
His hand moved to lazily play with your hair, making you smile as you closed your eyes over.
“You think we’ll get to do this again?” Henry mumbled, raising some of your locks to his nose. It was such a simple thing, but for some reason, the smell of your hair always calmed him down, made him feel safe.
“I don’t know.” You looked up at him, seeing him look down and away from you. “But I’d like to.”
This caught his attention as his head snapped back to you. a small but sly smile dawned his lips.
He pulled you closer.
“You’re my girl, aren’t you?” He moved his head back onto the pillow, looking at the ceiling then closing his eyes.
“Always.” You smiled, moving up to press a kiss to his jaw.
“I mean, before you’re Patricks.” He opens his eyes but didn’t look at you.
Instantly, you understood.
“I never was Patrick. Never have been and never will be. Im yours.” You smiled, running your fingers up and down his jaw.
A smile dawned his lips as he looked down at you before kissing you softly.
Maybe the whole arrangement would go sour in a couple of years when Henry and you could leave Derry. But you didn’t really think Patrick would mind. He seemed to just live for the moment and then he would move on.
But one thing was clear. You were his. Something that made Henrys chest swell with pride as he pulled you closer.
A part of his looked forward to the next private time with just you, but he also liked the three of you fucking. So long as he got you to himself once in a while.