patrick-cocksweater:

I LOVE THIS HELL YEAH

💀 You’ve known Patrick for years. Really, the whole town knows Patrick. You were just saddled with a somewhat unfortunate position. Your parents and his parents have always been close.

💀 He used to really frighten you as a kid, but the older you got the better you understood his games. He loves to push buttons and make people uncomfortable. The more you understood, the less you reacted and that pissed Patrick off.

💀 Somewhere around high school, he switched up his tactics. He was a naturally handsy guy, but he really started to go to town on you.

💀 Once in the hallway, he snakes a hand up under your skirt and grabs a fistful of your ass hard enough to bruise. You yelp and try to whirl around and backhand him, but he’s already disappeared into the crowd.

💀 One day as he’s sitting behind you in class, he reaches forward and unhooks your bra through your shirt, quick as a flash. You spin around and flip him off. He enjoys watching you squirm around trying to hook it again.

💀 Though you’d never admit it out loud, your raging teenage hormones start to make you feel real weird about all this extra attention.

💀 Eventually you think, okay, what can I do to fuck with him back? Then it hits you: start reacting positively. See what the fuck happens.

💀 In class one day, you feel his fingers start wandering up your spine. You not-very-subtly lean into it and feel his hand freeze. You peer over your shoulder at him and smile, biting your lip. He looks confused, then angry. He leaves you alone for the rest of the day.

💀 One night, your parents inform you that they’re going out with Patrick’s parents and will be back late. Nothing weird there, you know his parents will do just about anything to get away from him.

💀 You’re settling in for a nice night of having the house to yourself. You’re playing loud music, dancing around your room in a t-shirt and panties (I mean that’s what I do when I’m home alone I’m just assuming that’s what everyone else does too lmfao)

💀 Somehow you don’t notice your window opening. You also don’t notice the leggy teenage boy climbing through until it’s too late.

💀 You spin around and freeze once you see him. He’s staring at you with the most wicked smile on his face, like a starving dog staring at a piece of meat.

💀 Oh fuck. You open your mouth to say “what the FUCK are you doing” but he’s already on you. He grabs you by the back of your neck and slams you, face down, onto your bed.

💀 You yelp and start struggling. He laughs. He’s running his hands up and down your legs and grabbing your ass.

💀 “Quit struggling,” he says, “you think I haven’t seen the way you look at me? Practically begging me for this. I’ve always known you were a little whore. Be the nice girl everyone thinks you are and stay still, now.” He’s so giddy he’s practically giggling like a schoolgirl.

💀 Honestly, you can’t pretend you haven’t fantasized about this. The feeling of his fingers traveling your body makes you squirm and shiver.

💀 He wrenches your panties down and kneels, pulling them free from your ankles. He runs his hands up your legs, ankle to thigh, and lands a slap on your ass so hard you cry out.

💀 He flips you over onto your back and pulls your shirt up, exposing your breasts. You move to try to cover yourself but he grabs your wrists in one hand and pins them to the mattress above your head. That goddamn smile doesn’t leave his face.

💀 he leans down and crushes his mouth against yours. His kiss is sloppy and inexperienced. Messy. Hungry. He bites your lip hard and you gasp and wrap your legs around his waist.

💀 He laughs at your flushed, desperate expression before pressing two fingers to your entrance, delighted to feel you’re already wet. He presses both fingers in for just a moment, then brings them to his lips to taste you.

💀 He lets go of your hands and undoes his belt and jeans. After that he wastes no time in hooking your calves over his shoulders and pushing in. You cry out in surprise but he barely gives you any time to adjust before he’s just going to town on you.

💀 He grabs your face, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Don’t even think about being quiet now,” He purrs down at you, “scream for me.”

💀 You’re barely even able to think, he’s jackhammering into you so hard. All you can manage is to whine out his name over and over.

💀 He pushes your thighs even farther up so you’re practically bent in half. He’s making full, relentless contact with your G-spot now, and you DO start screaming.

💀 He cackles wildly but doesn’t slow his pace. You reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, digging into his back with your nails hard enough to break skin.

💀 He growls down at you as he thrusts a few more times and finishes deep inside you.

💀 You both lay there for a few moments, catching your breath, before he grins down at you again, pulls out, and does his pants back up.

💀 “Thanks, princess. I think I’ll see you again tomorrow.”