it imagines. | 1990-2017

Patrick Hockstetter (SMUT)

(26th Jan Authors Note: I don't like writing smuts anymore, please forgive this chapter.)

Your POV

It was around eight o'clock in the evening, on a Friday afternoon and me and my 'family' had just gotten back from the worst one week vacation ever...

"That was the worst holiday ever!" I shouted out to my mother and her boyfriend, as I stormed out of the car and into my house.

My family was dysfunctional, and consisted of daily arguments and abuse. It contained myself, my mothers boyfriend and of course my mother. I'd never met my dad before because my mother had told me I was a result of a faulty condom. She was spiteful towards me, she would call me names saying I was a mistake and other hurtful things your mother wasn't supposed to say. As for her boyfriend, Mason, he was a total ass whole. He was a drunk and a druggy and was probably only one of my mothers boyfriends. He had gotten my mother into drinking and drugs, and when he attempted to get me into it I would refuse - but it'd always lead to him abusing me.

"It was your fault honey!" My mother called out in her rough voice, rolling up the car window. I turned around before entering my house, and watched Mason and her make-out inside of the car which made me feel violated.

"Fucking twats." I sighed and slammed the door behind me, making sure to lock it.

I manoeuvred my way around the spilt trash on the floor that my mother had forgotten to pick up a week ago. While galloping up the stairs- however I stopped dead in my tracks as I heard a loud bang at the door. I turned on my heels, and yet again manoeuvred my way around the stinking pile of trash, pulled out my keys again and yanked the door open.

"Hey baby." It was my boyfriend, Patrick Hockstetter. He smiled warmly and pulled me into a heated hug, his long arms wrapped around my body as he rested his chin against my head.

I was relieved that he was here, even though my mother despised him - although I didn't care about what she said. However, Patrick was still a bully and liked to torture animals but he was always kind and loving towards me. I didn't mind him being mean to others, because I was brought up that way, and whenever he was mean to me (which was not very often) I wouldn't hesitate to fight back. My mother had taught me ways to act in situations like this, and surprisingly I had listened.

"I've missed you." I huffed into his chest, as I felt his arms tighten even more around me.

"I've missed you too." He giggled, picking me up and giving me a passionate kiss on my lips as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He kicked the front door shut with his back foot, carrying me upto my bedroom - spotting the fowl trash on the floor.

"Your house is a dump." He smirked, continuing in his path to my bedroom.

"Ha ha, very funny." I rolled my eyes playfully, teasing him a little by 'accidentally' sliding down his waist and onto his crotch as he kept pulling me up. "Whoops! My bad!" I sarcastically grinned, sliding down his waist again and onto his crotch - but this time I felt his thing was harder than before. He instantly pulled me back up.

"The next time you do that I swear to god I wi-" He laughed, but before he could finish his sentence I slid back down and felt myself drop down onto the carpet of my room.

"Hey!" I sniffed up at him, as he rolled onto my bed lying down on his stomach.

He grinned widely and looked down at me, his mop of hair hanging down on his face. I narrowed my eyes and slumped onto my bed with him - with a result of him pushing me off again.

"Patrickkk..." I groaned, lying on my back looking up at the ceiling. I saw his head peak over the side of the bed again, his lanky brown hair now hanging down onto my face.

"Sorry darling." He grinned in a posh accent, making me giggle as he lifted me back onto my bed.

"That's a new one." I lied on my back whilst he lied on his stomach and leaned over my face.

He stared into my eyes for a moment before he came back into real life ...

"You make me so horny bitch!" He groaned in a sarcastic and joking way, whilst he grabbed his crotch and narrowed his eyes. I giggled, and pulled him down and send him crashing into my lips.

"Well then, I guess we can arrange something for you." I smirked as we both pulled away from the sloppy kiss. I saw a glint in his eye as he raised an eyebrow, pouting his lips out as his tongue poked the inside of his cheek. I watched him fiddle about in his back pocket for a bit until he pulled out a blue wrapper containing what I guessed was a condom. He waved it infront of my eyes before he reached out and placed it on my bedside table.

We started off with making out, our lips again crashed together as we giggled. I felt him softly bite my lip as I did the same to his and then his tongue travel out of his mouth and slip into mine. I fought back with my tongue, trying to push it away and fight to be dominant but it was no use. I let his tongue swirl around mine occasionally pulling out to lick my lips, finishing off with a lick on the tip of my nose. It became extremely heated within the room, but we didn't care about that stuff. I felt his hand travel up my shirt, and then into my bra as I felt his hand ruffle about with it. He pulled his hand back out, stopping and tugging on the end of my shirt - gesturing to take it off. I slowly took it off, revealing my chest and perfect sized breasts covered-up in my black bra. He grinned, looking into my eyes, as I felt him un-clip the back of it. He pulled it off slowly, not breaking eye-contact until it was off. Finally - my bra was tossed across the room and his eyes gazed up and down at them. I was caught off guard when he started sucking on them, licking and biting every corner while giving them a little squeeze now and then. I decided that his 'make-out' session with my boobs was over, as my hand travelled down his chest and onto his area. I felt the giant tent in his pants and started ruffling about with it, causing a little moan to escape from Patrick's mouth. I smirked as he did the same, he looked down at my pants. His hand now travelling down, pulling them down and yet again tossing them across the room. I suddenly felt his middle-finger slide into me, pumping in and out slowly as he then added his index finger. I moaned a little into his mouth, what was hanging over mine as we started kissing passionately again. I felt him pull out his fingers after he had finished what he was doing, but I was then caught off guard when I felt his mouth meet with my clit. I felt him lick up all of the 'excess' stuff I had released as he pleasured me. He did this for about two minutes before I felt myself edging closer towards an orgasm. Luckily, he stopped just in time and he went to reach for his condom. I perked myself up on my elbows, and watched him unzip his pants and pull down his boxers, to reveal his large member stick out as he placed the condom around it. He pushed me back down onto my bed and stuck a pillow behind my head, smirking. I then felt the tip of his penis press against me, teasing me a little before he pushed in slowly. Soon enough his whole length was inside of me and he started thrusting in and out. We looked eachover in the eyes as he began to thrust quicker and quicker, until I felt myself getting extremely close to a huge orgasm.

"Oh god... Y/N... I.." He moaned as he felt my walls tighten around his cock. Sending jolts of pleasure through his body, I licked the bottom of his lip and felt him press in for the last time before I was met with a extreme bundle of pleasure.

We both started to breath heavily, as we both where overwhelmed with the pleasure we began to sweat. It felt so good it was unbearable, we began letting out all types of substances before we both relaxed into eachovers arms - our body's still trembling and twitching from the feeling.

"You good?" Patrick breathed heavily, looking me in the eyes. I nodded as he placed a kiss on my neck. "I think we should take a shower." He grinned, pulling me up and into the on-suit I luckily had in my bedroom.

We continued in the shower, but not for long as I realised my mother would make a big fuss out of me leaving the hot water running for too long.

"Best night." I sighed happily, squeaky clean out of the shower and falling into Patrick's arms as we lied on my bed.

"Best night." He replied, as we both shut our eyes and drifted into one deep sleep with eachover.

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Yo fam speaking of deep fucking sleeps, I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL TOMORROW IS OVER BECAUSE THEN I GET A WHOLE WEEK OFF OF SCHOOL AND THEN I GET TO HIBERNATE! I just really like my sleep y'know?