Chaotic Energy (Patrick Hockstetter x reader)

*I Forgot

Damn it. How could you be so stupid to leave your band instrument at school? Now you had to walk all the way back to school to grab it before they locked up the school for the weekend.

Your footsteps echoed loudly in the empty hallway, the only sound you could hear other than the whistles being blown in the distance from football practice. The echo gave you chills, and the way the light from the setting sun fell through the few windows made the whole school so creepy. You felt like you were in a horror movie.

You sped walked to the band room, where you opened the heavy concrete door to find the room entirley desterted. The teacher gone, all lights off. Only the light from a few windows illuminated the dark room for you search for your instrument. You stepped in, and began creeping around. You jumped a little when you heard the large door shut firmly behind you. You turned to find no one there, though your instincts told you otherwise. Your eyes darted from dark corner to dark corner looking for another person. But you found no one. Thinking you were alone, you turned around.

"Oh shit!" You screeched, throwing yourself back and tripping over one of the plastic chairs of the band room and tumbling to the floor in a ruckus. Two beady, glassy, blue/green eyes had come out of the darkness. Effectively scarring you shitless. A loud, high pitched laugh followed as you struggled on the cold floor. You rubbed your head and looked up at the tall, slim figure that loomed over you. You could barley make out the details, but a blind person could tell it was Patrick.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." Patrick lied with a cruel grin. He leaned over and held out a hand, more like claws, and offered to help you up. What the hell was Patrick doing in the band room? What the hell was he doing at the school so late anyways? And what the hell was he doing around you? You had only spoken a handful of times, bumped into each other twice now, and maybe on occasion you had caught him watching you during gym.

You took his hand, and with a surprising amount of strength he pulled you up and into his chest in one swift movement. You slammed into him and grabbed onto his biceps to keep yourself stable. You let out a surprised gasp, before realizing how close you were and throwing yourself away from him.

"Sorry." You told him sheepishly before going back to looking for what you came here for.

"What are you doing here so late?" Patrick asked, watching you.

"I left my instrument." You tried to dismiss him, but of course it didn't work. He followed you throughout your search, until you were close to the brick wall to the farthest of the large room. At that point, you began cornering you. Silently shifting to block your way. You moved to one side to slip through, where he would then step in your way. Your heart racing, you just wanted to avoid looking at him. You were never the girl to admit that you liked someone, or let them know they were attractive. Especially not someone like Patrick. Who, you had to admit, you had fantasized about before.

"Hey, you're not going anywhere." He hummed over you. For a split second, you saw an opening to run. Your were quick on your feet to make it past, but not quick enough. One of his long arms reached out and grabbed you to pull you back into the wall. Pressing himself against you so you were trapped. "Sorry sexy. I just have to have you." He chuckled, starring down at you. Your heart leaped out of your chest as you felt his hands slide down your body. One hand to grope you, the other to reach down your pants. You let out a soft gasp. His lips pressed against yours to muffle your soft moans.

He touched you as he pleased, taking off your shirt and bra first and gropping you harshly. Sucking and biting your nipples before working up to your neck where did the same. Leaving hickies across your neck and chest. It drove you crazy. Your chest heaved as you took deep breathes between kissing. Letting him do what he wanted to you, and loving it. He placed a knee between your legs and rocked your hips back and forth as he made out with you. Letting you moan into his sloppy lips.

"Mmmhh good girl." He cooed in your ear as he reached down your pants once again and snaking his fingers down. "All nice and wet for me." He pulled down your pants harshly, kneeling as he did so. Taking a knee, and forcing your ankle to rest on his knee so you were spread naked for him. He smiled, his chest heaving as he gazed at you. You let out a harsh gasp once he started kissing down there, and when he used his tongue just right. You let yourself lean against the brick wall and melt.

He licked your clit, drawing long circles around it just to toy with you. Playing you perfectly so you squirmed above him, reaching down and gently tugging his hair. You felt close once he started fingering you. Curling his fingers inside to bring you closer and closer. Letting the sound of your pleasure bounce against the walls.

"Oohh Goood." You let out, admiting total defeat to him as you got closer. Once he pulled away, leaving you needy and helpless, you quivered slightly and let out a fustrated grunt. "H-Hey." You opened your eyes and watched as he stood, liking his lips and laughing at your state. In another quick movement, he turned and pressed you against the wall so he rubbed against your ass. His cock completely out now, teasing you.

"You want it so badly?" He whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. You nodded shyly. "Beg for it." He growled.

"Please Patrick."

"More."

"Please, fuck me Patrick. I want your cock." You whimpered. You felt him chuckle before he slid deep inside you. You let out a cry as he filled you, and without hesitation started to thrust. In and out of you over and over again until he had you mindlessly crying his name. The sound of your cries, his grunts, and his hips slapping into your ass filled the room entirley. He held you hips tightly as he fucked you relentless into the wall. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as you got painfully closer. You came around him easily. Forcing a solid moan from him as he rested his head on your shoulder, continuing to pound you into the wall.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum naughty girl." He growled as he got closer and closer. Your second orgasm is what forced it from him. He let out a harsh cry as he came. Shaking as he dug his nails into your flesh. Once he caught his breath, he pulled away and got dressed. Leaving you panting against the wall. It took you moment to realize exactly what just happened. You got dressed, still shaking a little and breathing heavily. A hard slap on your ass shook you for a second. "Your flutes by the desk. See you around, sexy." Patrick told you as he started walking to the door. Giving you a criminally charismatic wink before leaving you there with flushed cheeks.