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Game: Chapter Three

Henry Bowers x reader x Patrick Hockstetter fic

Concept: After Patrick puts you in a difficult position; you’re thrusted into a world of fear, chaos, and sex.

A/N: I know Im going off of my series schedule with this, but I’ve been neglecting this series! And I needed me some more bowers boys! As always, your requests and feedback keep me goin! ✌❤

Warnings: NSFW, cursing, the boys being bows. Yknow, the basics.

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It was hard to stay awake in the state that Patrick left you. You fell asleep almost instantly. Waking up the next morning, your entire body aching. Sore, with a splitting headache. You ran your fingers through your air, sighing deeply as you sat up in bed. You looked over at the clock on your bedside table. Noon. You groaned, and hopped off of your mattress. Feeling heavy, and disgusting.

The bright light of day blinded you as you shuffled to your door. The event of the night before playing in your head over and over again. What have you done? That thought ran through your head as you stepped into the shower and let warm water soak into your skin. A small attempt to wash away the sin. But not matter how much you hated it, that small part of you celebrated your new affair. This was it. The beginning of something new. You had no choice but to break it off with Henry now, right? As much as you cared for him, he’d never truly returned your affection, or cared for you as much either.

You struggled to get dressed to say the least. Your mind wasn’t working quite right. And you were in no mood to look cute. You condemned yourself to a high waisted pair of torn jeans, and a T-shirt. But before you really had time to process the heavy pressure of just exhibiting, the loud sound called out to you. The obnoxious honk from that car, yanked you down stairs. Your feet stumbled over you, as you swung the front door open.

“Y/N! Get in!” You heard Belch shout from his car, which anxiously putted outside your front yard. It was just him, and Vic in the passenger side. Which, was odd. Wouldn’t he have picked up Henry before you? You hopped down the sidewalk as you pulled your shoes onto your feet. Climbing back into back seat.

“Hey guys, what’s up?” You ask as you slam the car door behind you. Belch starts the car, and is halfway down the block before Vic answers.

“Ah, nothin! We thought we’d grab you first since you were closest.” He explains. You watch the road as you listen to the loud music playing through the speakers. You don’t question anything until Belch pulls up to Patrick’s. Your heart jumps with fear, and excitement. He honks the horn a view times as you sit there.

“Why Henry’s last?” You question. Belch shrugs.

“Henry said he wanted to hang out by the creek today, Henry’s the closest to it.”

“Right…” You don’t want to be suspicious, but you knew Henry wasn’t going to like that you were with the guys without him. He was possessive like that. Or maybe not as possessive, as he was cautious. After all, Patrick had proved time and time again to be a hassle. The slamming of a door attracts your attention, and you watch Patrick mosey across his lawn. His long legs leading him towards you. You swear that crooked smile of his, is bigger than usual. He opens the car door, and slides in next to you.

“Hey.” He gives the guys a nod, and Belch drives off again.

“The creek, huh? Henry say why?” You ask. Wondering why you weren’t told by him. You just spoke to him the night before. You try to avoid looking at Patrick. Keeping your sight forward. Away from his general presence

“Not really.” It doesn’t take long to get to Henry’s, but the ride is uncomfortable for the simple fact that Patrick is there. You can feel when his eyes are starring at you. More than usual. Of course more than usual, after last night. You watch Henry walk out of his house, his head hung low. Somethings wrong. “Your old man get on you about the knife?” Henry angrily shuffles next to you, and spits out the side of tbe car.

“That fat fuck knows if he touches me, I’ll kill him.”

“Knife? The one he-”

“Don’t ask, Y/L/N!” Your boyfriend barks at you. His eyes dart from you, to Patrick, behind you. “Where the hell were you Yesterday!?” He shouts.

“Got caught up. Had a date.” He chuckles. And you feel a deep shiver go down your spine.

“You? A date? Who’d fuck you?” You. You fucked Patrick. Or rather, he fucked you. You dont even want to look at him. His smile widens and he licks his lips while he blue eyes hop from friend to friend.

“Y’Know Lesley’s older sister?” He asks. A lie. But he sells it with pride.

“No, fucking, way!” Vic shouts, hitting him on the shoulder from the front. The hot older sister of a fellow student. She just graduated high school, and she’s become the whole town’s obsession. Patrick just nods, and cackles as Belch drives off again. Henry’s arm finally finds it’s way around your shoulder as you ride. Simultaneously providing a comforting, and terrifying feeling. You never thought you could feel that way. When you reach the creek, which sits at the end of a hill, you pick up a few rocks and stary skipping. Henry lays down in the rocks, and just lays there. You watch him, as the other three fumble to find something to just keep themselves busy. Henry’s acting weird. Vic joins you in skipping rocks across the river. Only for that small moment of peace to be interupted.

“Fuck this!!!” Henry finally shouts. He gets up, and chucks a large rock into the water. You all stand and watch him as he rages. Throwing rocks, and branches into the water. He eventually manages to tire himself out. Panting. You all stare. All you can hear is the creek, until the pedals of a bike fumble through. The four look up the tree decorated hill. A local boy, Mike is riding by. And you curse to yourself. They’ve spotted their target. Theres not stopping them now. Before you knew it, you’re hiding in the car as you wait for them to come back from their attack. You cant count how many times you’ve tried to stop them, but it’s just Henry. And Patrick doesn’t help.

They come back whimpering with their tails tucked between their legs. Bruises decorating them as they struggle to make it to the car.

“Where’s Henry?” You ask as the three get into the car. “Hey! You fuckers leave him!?” You shout. When he trips over himself getting up the hill, you run to his aid. Blood dripping down the side of his head. You curse as you get him into the car. He refuses to go home to get patched up, so your left to host the gang at your empty house. “What the hell happened to you guys?” You ask, as you wipe away the blood from Henry’s forhead. Patrick sits on the floor, his legs outstretched as he stares at you. Belch covers his busted nose with an ice pack, and Vic settled for a band aid or two.

“We were ambushed.” Patrick bucks up with a smile.

“Shut the fuck up, Hockstetter!” Henry demands. No one else wants to answer you. And you’re left there in deep tension and silence as you sit on your couch. To distract the group, you turn on the Tv. And that seems to do the trick until it gets late. You get up to use the bathroom, and when you come out. You hear footsteps behind you, down the hallway. You stop in your tracks, and let a hand push your shoulder into the wall beside you. Those blue eyes meet yours, and you feel Patrick’s lips crash into yours. You moan softly, very aware that Henry’s in the other room.

“I can’t do it. I can’t break up with him. Not tonight anyways.” You Practically whine. Patrick’s brow knits together for a brief moment in amusement and confusion.

“Who said I wanted you to break up with him?”

“Well, last night w-we-”

“Last night. I claimed you. Now you know who you belong to.” He breathed into your ear. “That doesn’t concern Henry.” You quickly hear shuffling come around the corner, and Patrick throws himself away as you watch Henry walk into the hallway.

“Get your bitch ass away from my girl!” He demands. And Patrick can’t help but give a smile and a chuckle.

“Sure thing.” He shakes his head, as he walks away. You can practically feel the fury in your boyfriend’s eyes as he stands there burning. Your wrist is snatched, and you’re pulled up the stairs while he shouts.

“Out! All of you! Go home!” And he pulls you up to your room. You try to stop him, pull away somehow. But he doesn’t even notice your struggle. He tosses you into your room before slamming the door behind you. Once he practically rips off his own shirt, you take a good guess as to what you’re in for. So you reach over to your bedside table to grab a condom. When you pull one out, Henry just tosses it aside and orders you to get naked. He’s in desperate need of release.

“H-Henry” He stomps over, and roughly undresses you himself. “But what about-”

“Shut up! I don’t want to hear another word out of you! You’re mine to fuck how I want, when I want. So stop talking, and bend over!” He forces you to bend over the bed. Ripping off the small fabric of your panties. You go to protest, but before you can. He thrusts his cock deep inside of you. And without hesitation starts fucking you. The bed is already shaking as he pounds himseld into you over, and over again. You let out surprised, and pleasured cries as he fucks you. He digs his nails into your flesh as he keeps one hand on your hips. The other pulls your hair, forcing your head up. He lets out grunts and curses, feeling you. You don’t expect to cum so quickly, or at all for that matter. But you do, and it drives him wild. Drives him deeper. You grip onto the sheets as you feel him twitch, and cum inside of you.

“H-Henry…Y-You came inside.” You whine. And he appears to just ignore you as he pulls out and shakes off his state of mind.

“Better than a condom!” He shouts, and smacks your ass before he gets dressed. His loud wasn’t as big as Patrick’s, but it easily falls out of you as you stand. “You’re mine. You hear?” He tucks his hand under your chin and pulls it close to his face. You nod, exhausted. “Good girl.” He roughly kisses you before pushing you to the bed. Tossing a thank you behind him as he walks out of the room.