𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚 {𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 + 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞}

ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏ || ᴘᴀᴛʀɪᴄᴋ ʜᴏᴄᴋsᴛᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ

sғᴡ ᴘᴀʀᴛs ɪs ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴏɴᴇ sʜᴏᴛs ʙᴏᴏᴋ

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warning - knife kink and nsfw

"Are you fucking kidding me, Patrick?" I ask my boyfriend as he plays with his pocketknife in boredom.

"What, Y/N? What the hell are you talking about?"

"Patrick, the word gets around; this town isn't big. You know exactly what I'm talking about." 

"Uhm, no. I really don't."

I roll my eyes. "You tortured that poor boy, Ben. You and Henry carved your names into his stomach. And you almost lit the bastard on fire. You promised you would stop, babe." I say. I sit down next to him on the couch. "Why did you do it?"

"Y/N, you wouldn't understand." He says, flipping down his knife, then shoving it into his pocket.

"What wouldn't I understand?"

"It's a psycho thing." He says. "You just wouldn't understand." 

I shake my head at him. "You're right. I don't." I straddle him. "I don't understand how I am so incredibly horrified at what you've done, but still find you hotter every time you cut someone." I whisper seductively. "Or burn them."

"Jeez, fuck." He says breathlessly as I start grinding. "What are you doing?"

"I want you to use your knife on me." 

His eyes widen. "You trust me that much?"

"Yes."

He licks his lips and gets out his knife. He cuts my shirt off, exposing my bra to him. He kisses me and drags his knife over my stomach, the cold metal of the blade making me shiver. He presses lightly and I moan as the tip breaks my skin a little, drawing blood.

He carves something into my skin. "I had no idea you were so kinky, sweetheart." He whispers.

He looks at my cut covered stomach and admires his work. "What's it say?"

"Patrick's girl." He says. "And I hope it scars." He smirks.

"You know where else those cuts would look good at?"

"Where?"

"My ass." I giggle. He gropes my butt cheeks.

"Yes, you're definitely on to something. So, why don't you go lay down and get ready for me?" He asks. "Okay?"

"Yes, sir." I say. "Hurry up."

I do as I'm told and undress. I lay down on the bed and cover up with the blanket, the chilly air giving me goosebumps.

He opens the door. It makes and obnoxious creaking sound that makes me cringe.

He uncovers my naked body. "Ah, that's more like it." He says. "Cold?" He starts rubbing my arms and feels the bumps on them.

"Kinda."

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll have you sweating by the time I'm done with you." I bite my lip. "Turn around, ass up."

I comply to his orders and get on my hands and knees. "Hurry up." I giggle.

He smacks my ass and I moan. "I don't really think that you have the fucking authority to give me orders."

"I'm surprised you know what authority means." I tease him.

He tsks in disappointment. "Feisty today, aren't we, sweetheart?"

I hear him switch the blade up and I feel the cold metal against me once more. He presses it harder and I hiss at the feeling. It felt cool, yet hot. Painful, yet pleasurable. It felt different than on my stomach.

"Please, Patrick, fuck me. I can't take it anymore."

He chuckles sadistically. "Oh, but you will take it. You will take every minute of the teasing, and every inch of my cock. I will make you take it all."

I didn't even noticed that he had undressed, but he sure as hell makes it known whenever he tease my folds with his tip.

"Shit."

"Fuck, already moaning and I haven't done that much." He says. "You're in for a long night, Princess."

ew gross goodbye