𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓵𝔂 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓸 {A Patrick Hockstetter Fanfic}

𝓒𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼

I softly sat atop Patrick's bed with scrunched eyes of pain, my stomach still tender from the swift kick my dad at given me mere hours ago, thankful Mrs. Hockstetter hadn't asked many questions, knowing she already knew the answer. Patrick eyed me with so many lingering questions of his own, but didn't quite know what to say. He felt awful for leaving me in such a horrible state, emotionally and physically. But he wasn't built for this kind of thing. He felt like a complete monster, something he was born to be. Evil. But when it came to me, he didn't understand why he was so weak.

"I don't except you to be happy with me Pat. But Vic was just trying to help. Nothing happened. And nothing will ever happen between us. I swear." I said with my eyes focusing on him the entire time, hoping he believed me, seeing the mental torment he felt from what he was about to do, but not fully regretting anything he thought of. Immediately, he was on me, pushing me down against the bed with my wrists quickly trapped in his, my pain quickly forgotten.

"You better because I swear I will snap his fucking neck if he ever touches you in any way like that. You got it?" My wide eyed stare was answer enough for him as he quickly grew a smirk upon the face I've fallen head over heels for, before his lips practically attacked mine, his pure primal hunger for me enough to trap me in this moment. His hands quickly made work of my clothes, throwing them across the room, exposing my undies and bra that he had yet to see before, nearly killing him in the process.

"Fuck Les...." He nearly whispered before his teeth attached to my neck, harshly biting before leaving trails of kisses from there, all the way down to my underwear line. His teeth attached to the hem, slowly and tortuously pulling them down my legs with his smirk clear as day, knowing I was already soaked from the sight of it all, trying my best not to squirm.

"Already wet for me baby? You can't hide it can you?" He was beyond thrilled about the effect he always has on me, suddenly sticking two fingers within my dripping hole, going until he couldn't anymore, hitting my spot with each stroke he took, subtle moans escaping my lips. Suddenly, his tongue started to flick over my clit in swift motions, precise motions, enough to have my head thrown back and my eyes rolling in pure pleasure, I did my best to not moan too loudly.

"Patty....." He quickly entered another two fingers in me, enough to have my limits tested on what I could handle without screaming in utter pleasure, euphoria, his tongue only flicking faster.

"I'm gonna cum!" I nearly screamed while grabbing onto his hair to push him further onto me, before he slapped my hand away and stopped, climbing atop me to torture me further. His eyes practically penetrated my soul from the mere way he was looking at me, his right hand coming to rest upon my throat with the most menacing look in his dark eyes.

"I'm in control Les..... not you. Remember that." He said with absolute conviction in his tone, before ramming all the way into me, so deep that I could practically feel him in my stomach. His movements became more fluid with each passing moment between us, the noises of complete lust and pleasure filling his entire room. We didn't care if anyone heard at this point, the last thing being on our mind was that fact.

"Fuck Hockstetter!" I yelled to push my limits with him, only earning a tightened hand around my neck and another hand on my mouth to keep me quite. But underneath, I was smiling to no end, pleased that I could drive him absolutely insane.

"I swear If you scream like that one more time, you won't be able to walk for months because I will pound the shit out of you....." I could feel my impending orgasm building up from his mere gaze, his tone, his everything. I wanted to scream again, scream how much he meant to me. But..... I knew I would surely die if I did.

"Patty..... I'm gonna cum, and this time you can't stop it!" I screamed from beneath his hand, just as he picked up the already quickened pace and that's how I knew he was about to explode, seeing he wasn't able to form words as we came together, the most explosive one yet. I could feel his seed dripping out of me, a mixture of mine in there to surely get on his bed. That feeling alone always sent shockwaves of pleasure down my spine.

"Good girl...." He said breathlessly, removing his hand from around my neck, his pleased eyes and little smirk of pleasure doing wonders. I just laid there as he surprisingly, fell down beside me, not quick to get dressed or anything.

"I go too easy on you Les. It won't happen all the time. So don't get used to it." I turned my head to look at him with a smirk of my own in place, seeing his eyes already staring back at mine. The silence spoke wonders, things we couldn't say out loud. Was Bev right? Did he really love me?

"I'm counting on you driving me hard Patrick. Geez...." Even with my little attitude, he didn't do a thing, his usual way of torturing me quickly forgotten. He simply kissed me, his hand cupping the back of my neck to bring our naked bodies closer together, laying on our sides in perfect unison. It felt like.... heaven.

"But you looking at me like I hold your heart in my hands isn't good, Les....." That's when I felt it. My heart dropping into my stomach. How could I ever mention the word love to him? I can't.....