characters ill write for (this will be added to as time goes on)
patrick feely, aoife molloy, johnny kavanagh, dean winchester, michael jackson
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“johnny, wait. we’re not even in your room.” you panted against his lips, but his hands were everywhere, your hips, waist, ass. feeling you up in the middle of the hallway. “baby, I’ve been waitin’ all fuckin’ day for this.”
“and i understand that, but you—“ a shaky gasp stopped you, his hand had slipped under your dress and his fingers sliding across your clit and folds. “you’re so wet, baby. I knew you were wantin’ me too, your thighs shifting pressed together a little bit too hard at biddies, huh?” he didn’t let you respond, still rubbing you as he kissed you and walked you back into his room, he kicked the door shut with his foot. “johnny, what if your parents—“ his mouth found yours again. “we have time. they’re not back yet.”
you watched him in all his glory as he took off his shirt. he was so hot. his muscles, god. those biceps, fuck. you just want to climb on that— “like what you see?” he smirked, his jeans fell with the buckle, and he slipped off his shoes. “don’t get cocky, johnny.” he laughed quietly, moving to you. “you’re rhyming. that’s adorable.” you didn’t let him keep going, payback. you pulled the back of his neck and kissed him eagerly— and oh he got the message. hurry up and fuck me.
he lied you back on his bed, and as he climbed over you, you could just focus on the bulge in his boxers, of course you’ve seen it before, but it still just makes your knees weak every time. “johnny, let me make you feel good.” “no, baby.” johnny muttered, his hands slide up and down your body, kissing down and up your neck. “why? i want to treat you. it’s your birthday.” your voice was breathy from the neck kisses. “exactly. and my favorite birthday present will be seeing you under me, your thighs beside my head trembling. and you grabbing on your tits when im tasting you.” johnny whispered, his voice deep and velvety. you just smiled up at him as he removes your dress, and he swallows thickly. he had no fuckin’ idea you had on his favorite color lingerie. a tiny white laced bra that your nipples showed through. it was so tight that it made your tits bulge together. and if he were to flip you over, your lacy thong would’ve given him a glorious view of your ass.
“jesus christ, baby..” johnny said. “this is the best part of my birthday.” he grabbed your thighs with his big hands, and tugged you closer. for a while, he just rubbed you— feeling you up. just kissing your neck, chest and lips. “johnny…” you breathed, feeling impatient. “okay, baby.” he unclasped your bra and groaned against your neck as he felt the weight in his palms, he kissed down your neck and chest and kisses one of your nipples. “can i?” he breathed against your peak, looking up at you. “uh-huh. it’s fine.”
at that, he was sucking your tit, and he groaned and lied on his side slightly to angle himself better. and fuck if he didn’t have a good mouth. “oh! johnny, oh god. i need more. i need…i need more, baby.” it took him a while to respond, focused on your chest. when he looked up, he smiles and kisses your mouth. “you’re so sexy when you get turned on like this. you get all flushed and you start whinin’ for me.” you scoffed at that. “well it’s not my fault if you tease the hell outta me.” “yeah well, it gets me goin’. it’s hot.” he replied.
johnny was taking off your bra then, and he threw it across his room and slipped off your thong, when he threw it over his shoulder, he kept your leg lifted with one hand and kisses your calf. “you’re gorgeous, y’know that?” “you tell me everyday, johnny.” you said, almost a whisper. “open your legs, baby.” he whispered, when you did, he hooked your legs over his shoulders and lied on his stomach. in an instant, his warm, eager tongue was on you, he groaned against you. his tongue worked restlessly— flicking your clit.
at first, it was strong and fast. right about when you were going to tip over— he tortured you by sucking your clit now slowly. his tongue sliding in and out of your entrance, and then back up to suck in deliberate circles. “johnny, oh fuck! oh my god.” you gasped, looking down at him as you withered under him, you were grabbing at his shoulders and hair. “mmphm..I need to come…im gonna come, johnny. please.” his eyes flickered open and looked up at you. “shh, baby. you’re bein’ so good. so good f’me.” he said against your core, before diving back in.
his method? tongue in. tongue out. suck your clit. take a slow, aching drag over your folds. repeat.
it drove you absolutely insane.
“johnny…oh my god..I won’t be able to take it, it’s getting too much. too..too…much…” your back arched up when the pleasure in heightens by the magic he held, and your toes curled into the bed. he lifted your hips up slightly to eat you out more intensely. “you taste so fuckin’ good. smell so fuckin’ good. you’re a goddamn dessert, baby.” his nose was smushed against your core, his face was buried deeply into you. you were whining and moaning the sweetest sounds, it just fuled the fire in johnny’s gut, and the work of his mouth. “johnny! im gonna come! oh shit! mmphm…”
“that’s right baby, let me hear you. you sound so sweet.” he doubled down, licking faster, his tongue moving in and out of your entrance. when you looked up, you could see the concentration and pleasure on his face. his brows furrowed, eyes shut. “johnny—I—oh fuck!” you almost screamed, your hands clawed at his shoulders. your hips bucked up into his face, letting out loud cries. “mphmm..just like that, im throbbing, johnny. it’s so good. yes. yes!”
he didn’t stop. didn’t change the pace. just kept going. it was torture but in the most delicious way. “im coming, johnny!” he plumped his two fingers inside of you and moved them faster than you’ve ever seen him move them before, his thumb rubbing your clit, you didn’t have time to fully react before his head came up and kissed you deeply, hand still working. your arms came around him. “it’s so much, baby. im so—I can’t…” he shushed you by whispering, “you can, love. just ride it out. you’re doin’ so good. takin’ me so well.”
you felt yourself convulse violently, like a coil snapping, you came. all over his fingers, probably smearing on his wrist. johnny kept kissing you— muffling your whimpers and weak cries. he pulled back after a moment, he slowly slid his fingers out, and he licks them slowly. “you taste so good, love.” he sighed, and didn’t resist when you pulled him in for a kiss, you moaned softly, and when it broke..
“you taste like vanilla, johnny.” you spoke shakily, still coming down from your high. “that would be my birthday cake earlier.” he smiled faintly. “that was a good cake.” you said. “you’re seriously talkin’ about the cake when i just gave you a better treat?” that made you laugh softly, and he lies next to you and pulls you closer, he pulls the cover over the two of you. “rest, baby. you did amazin’. I love you.” he whispers, voice soft despite the fact he just ruined you— but still, you look up at him. “I love you too, johnny. happy birthday.”
thank you for reading ♡
I do apologize if it is a bit choppy, I have not written in forever :(
taking advice from claire’s words, you decided to confront patrick. you were tired of just being his best friend, of just being a fuck buddy. you wanted something real. and if he couldn’t give you that, then that was that. but you needed confirmation for if that was your reality or not.
it was tuesday.
friday had been the fight.
saturday you had a hangover.
sunday you prepared yourself.
on monday, he annoyingly skipped school that day.
so on tuesday, you drove to his house before he had time to leave for school. you didn’t care how it looked— reckless, desperate. you were in love.
patrick came outside, car keys in hand and his bag thrown over his shoulder. he stared directly at you as he walked to his truck. “we need to talk.” you said, countering him as he went to the drivers side, you slammed shut his door when he opened it and you leaned against it, facing him.
“okay. talk.” patrick said, jaw tensing. “I don’t like your attitude right now, patrick. it’s not a good look on you.” you snapped. patrick smirked slightly. “is that what you wanted to say?” “no. it’s not.” you didn’t bother making a sarcastic remark back. you were just tired of it all.
and honestly, so was patrick.
“I can’t do this anymore, patrick. I can’t just be your friend while we have sex every week and then just turn around and act like everything is normal, it’s not! we pretend like we aren’t checking eachother out and acting like we can’t fucking smell the tension. I’ve been your best friend for years.” your voice cracked then. “it hurts that we’re doing this. that you don’t want anything else than just to have sex. I’m so inlove with you, patrick. I can’t—I” you pause, wiping your makeup free eyes— you didn’t bother to do it today. “I don’t know what to say to you to make you want me.”
“jesus christ…” patrick put down his bag and keys right there in the road. he pinned you up against the truck door, and he kissed you— really kissed you. it wasn’t the type of kiss he’s given you before that says “we need to fuck, now.” it was deep, soothing, like everything you wanted to hear from him in one simple action. his lips were soft as his kiss almost drugged you. your hands come up and slowly wrap around his neck, you felt yourself dizzy from how intimate this felt.
one of his hands cradled your jaw, the other explored your back and waist. when he pulls back, he looks so fucking soft. “I never said I didn’t want ya, nor did I say I never wanted anything more.” he whispers softly, his lips were almost brushing yours from how close he was. “you’re my best friend, too, love. and I’m sorry I’ve been such an eejit. I should’ve asked you out ages ago. you’re such a perfect fuckin’ girl. I was scared of messing things up with ya. I’ve messed up relationships before, and I don’t want that for you. you’re too fuckin’ special to me. but if ya want me, too. then I’ll try. for you, I’ll try.”
his words took the breath clean out of your lungs, you had to just stare at him for a moment. “you really mean that, patrick?” your voice was soft, barley a whisper. “of course I mean that, love.” you kissed him again, your hands sliding down from his shoulders to grip his shirt, your fingers fisted in his tommen uniform. he pulled back just a breath away. “and just to clear up your pretty little head, I love you too.” your poor heart melted, you were completely gone for the boy, and as that thought came, it was like he read your mind with his next words. “I’m completely gone for ya, I don’t even feel ashamed to admit it. you’re everythin’ I could want.” you sighed. “oh, patrick. I wish you could’ve told me sooner.”
“I know, baby…so do I. so do I. but we’re past that, and I’m gonna give you all I can. all I got. alright?” he says, stroking your cheek. “yeah. okay.” you smiled happily, and you kissed again.
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you were giggling against his lips on the way upstairs to his room. his family wasn’t home. and both of you didn’t give a shit to skip school now. the confession just a minute ago had you so happy all you wanted to do was stay with him now.
patrick was kissing you like he was fucking starved. he kept kissing you when his hands slid up behind your thighs and lifted you up. your legs automatically wrapped around his hips— along with your arms around his shoulders. patrick pushed open his door and then kicked it back shut with his foot when he stepped inside. he lays you on the edge of the bed on your back, he took his shirt off with one hand over his head. patrick then scooted you back and crawled over you, kicking off his shoes behind him.
he was kissing your neck oh so good, your hand flew to his hair and you moaned. “you’re so beautiful, you taste like a fucking sweet and you sound even sweeter. my lovely girl. jesus, how the fuck did I end up with that?” patrick pulled back and just stared at you for a second, his hand pushed back your hair from your face. “listen, baby. I wanna make real love to ya. nothing like we were doin’ before. this is real to me. I take you seriously. and I only want to do this now if you’ll be my girl.” he leaned down and brushed a soft kiss to your forehead. “yes. yes, of course, patrick.” you smiled at him. “alright, then. you’re my girl.” he smiled back.
as patrick kissed you, you had let your legs fallen open, and he was grinding slowly against you fully clothed, the friction was delicious. you couldn’t help the soft whines that left your lips. patrick reached back and unclasped your bra. your shirt had been discarded a minute ago. his hands come up and his thumbs circle your nipples— knowing your weak spots. that caused you to gasp and arch into his touch, your hands fell beside your head, accessing yourself to him. “patrick..” you whispered, and he gave your soft curves a firm squeeze before kissing you again as he reached down with one hand and undoes his belt.
once you we’re both fully naked, patrick lied you properly back on his pillows, he gets under the covers with you— the blanket pulled up to his shoulders.
he hikes one of your legs up. “look at you. pretty as ever.” he said lowly. patrick lines the thick head of his cock aganist your entrance, and glanced up at you as he pushed himself all the way inside of you, your hands flew to his back. he always stretched you so perfectly.
“you’re so tight— and oh fuck. you’re warm. goddamn, baby. I ain’t gonna last this time.” that made you laugh. he smirked and started to fuck you without warning. the bed was instantly rocking and the headboard slammed repeatedly against the wall. “oh..patrick, yes!” you cried, breathing heavily as he roughly fucked you into the mattress your back arching so your chests are touching. “fuck, baby. you’re squeezin’ me just right. holy shit.” he groaned, panting as well. his left forearm was over your head, his right hand was gripping your hip to go deeper inside of you.
you wrapped your legs around his hips then, making his cock sink deeper into your pussy. the head found your sweet spot, and you let him know. “pat, right there. mmm…god.” you cupped his face and kissed him, just feeling yourself get more wet once he moaned into your mouth. patrick repeatedly pounded your pussy, the sounds of skin and wetness filled the room— along with his grunts and your unfiltered moans, that is.
“I’m coming, I’m fucking coming.” he choked out, he let out a groan— and soon enough you felt him release himself inside of you, it made you come with him— the pleasure and pressure inside of you from him filling you up was too much. too good. heat spread through your body as you held his back and grinded your hips upwards, riding out the sweet relief.
“jesus, baby…” patrick panted. he pulls back and looked at your face. “you’re fuckin’ amazin’. I love you.” he said before his lips crashed onto yours.
a month later . . .
you’d never felt happier than you did now.
your relationship was full of love, life and happiness. this has been all you wanted with him, everything past you wished for. and you have that now.
“patrick!” you squealed, running up to him, your pink sundress flowing at your knees.
you guys had been playing around in his farms lawn all afternoon. he spun around to face you, he was in a white tank top and jeans. “oh shit!” he yelled, his arms flying out to catch you when you suddenly jumped into his arms. once he caught you off balanced; he fell backwards and you both went down.
you just laughed. and so did he— too damn happy and inlove to care about the green stains from the ground probably all over the two of you. “you’re somethin’ else, baby. yknow that?” he laughed, sitting up on his elbow. when you stayed ontop of him, your hands rested on his chest. “hmmm. you love it. you wouldn’t have it any other way.” he smiled widely— he looked really happy. so happy it made your heart warm. “hell nah. I really wouldn’t.” he whispers, and he lies back, pulling you with him and he kisses you.
“I’m so fuckin’ inlove with you. you’re everything.” he pulled back to look up into your eyes. “I love you, patrick feely. you’re my best friend.” you whisper, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “and I love you, darlin’. I’m gonna keep lovin’ you harder each day.”
thank you for reading my mini series! I appreciate all the love and feedback I’ve gotten recently, you guys are so sweet and it means so much to me.
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feeling on the top of the fucking world from monday afternoon, you happily went to hughie’s party on friday night.
you were walking inside the party with patrick now, he was in dark washed jeans, a black shirt to match with black sneakers. you, were also in black. you wore a tight mini dress with black heels that had bows on the back of them. you felt good tonight and weren’t gonna let anyone take that way— not patrick by not making it official, or him acting like you’re just “best friends.” you planned to drink those thoughts away.
“hell yeah, girl. another one?” patrick said, grinning when you guys decided on another round. you could feel the alcohol pumping through your veins as you drank with your bestest friend in the world. you heard him then. “damn. tipsy already? you’re a lightweight.” you rolled your eyes. “oh please, what do you expect? I don’t drink often. unlike some people.” you nudge him with your elbow. “hey, now,” he put his hands up then. “ain’t nothin’ wrong with havin’ a little fun.”
yeah, obviously that was his motto. for drinking and just having fun with you.
“another.” you said, and took 2 shots immediately, wanting to drown out your thoughts. “woah, baby. hey. slow down.” patrick tried to soothe, a hand on your back. “don’t call me that. it’s not…” “not what?”
you wanted to just shout at him.
“I’m not your girlfriend, and we’re not fucking right now. so don’t call me that.” your voice was slurring from the alcohol. and once you said that, patrick glanced up for a moment, obviously checking to see if anyone heard. when he looked down at you, he was tensed. “fine. I won’t.”
you snapped at him. you couldn’t help it. the dam was breaking. you’d been hurt for too long. “so that’s it? you won’t even try to change it?” he just stared. jaw clenching and his adams apple bobbed. “you’re unbelievable, patrick.”
when you went to turn and walk away, patrick pulled you back against him, lips brushed your ear. “don’t leave. don’t leave me.” you shuddered. “get off me. I can’t do this anymore. It hurts.” “what’s hurting you, baby?” you swallowed and forced back your tears.
how could he be so unaffected? did he feel nothing to you?
“just let me go. please.” and when he did, you made a beeline to the bathroom, your eyes burning. you felt suffocated by your emotions.
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patrick took ahold of the bottle of champagne and gulped it down like nothing, when it was finished, he threw it on the ground and went out.
he dug in his pocket. he lit up his cigarette and took a long, slow drawl. he was leaned back up against the wall. patrick sighed, blowing the smoke out. he wanted you so fucking badly. not to even mean sexually. he loved his best friend. wanted to give her everything he’s got. and he couldn’t even fucking get it out of his mouth when she’d put him on the spot. “I’m a goddamn idiot.” he sighs, sliding down to sit on the wall.
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In the bathroom, you sat on the closed toilet seat, occasionally dabbing your eyes with rolled up toilet paper to not mess up your makeup. the door gets knocked on. “anyone in here?” you recognized that soft voice. “it’s just me.” that made claire peek her head in. “oh no! what happened?” claire ushers immediately, coming in and shutting the door behind her. she sits on the bathtub rim and pulls you in hug, you leaning sideways on her shoulder. “tell me what happened? or do we just need to cry it out?”
“it’s patrick. he doesn’t want me.” you sniffled, not even bothering to save your makeup anymore. “patrick?” claire says, looking down at you. “you do have feelings for him.” “what?” you sat up a little. “why would you say that?” claire smiled. “well, you guys sneak off every friday afternoon and nobody can reach you guys. you stare at eachother in class. you give him heart eyes. you’re always smiling at him.”
you shook your head, blushing now. “he’s my best friend, claire. that’s normal. we’re hanging out. and I look at all my friends.” “you stare longingly with hearts in your eyes at all your friends?” she smiled bigger, that smile made you smile.
“yeah, but that’s besides the point. of me having feelings for him—I mean. the point is that he doesn’t want me, claire.” both smiles faded. “why do you think that?” she whispers softly, reaching out to wipe one of your tears away. “claire, we’re hooking up.” she gasped. “what!? you and patrick!?” she whisper hissed. “oh god. okay. that’s new information. explain. go. now. details.” you sighed. “yeah. apparently it’s a friends with benefits thing. it wasn’t planned. we were drunk the first time, and it just kept happening. and he won’t make it official.” “oh, honey. I’m sorry. he’s stupid. you’re a total bombshell and full of love you’re willing to give. anyone can see that.”
“but I don’t want anyone else to see that. because he doesn’t claire, he obviously doesn’t see that.”
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“and I don’t know how to make her see it, johnny. it’s just so fucking hard to talk to the girl when it comes to this. she’s my best fuckin’ friend and yet I can’t even confess to the girl I feel most at home with.”
“well, lad. if she feels like your home…I’d suggest you get up your courage and talk to her. she probably feels the same way. she’s probably scared too.” johnny replied.
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“so you’re scared to tell him, too? is that what this is?” claire says, hugging you again. “yeah. because what if he doesn’t want me like that? my brain is so fogged up from this, claire. and my emotions are all over the place.”
“he probably does, honey. but he just probably couldn’t tell you because he doesn’t want to mess things up with the friendship.”
you scoffed, and your voice was trembling when you spoke. “oh that ship sailed a long time ago.” claire smoothed back your hair and wiped your tears. “talk to him. tell him how you feel. trust me.” you looked up at her then. “should I?” you swallowed. “yes. you should.”
she softly added, “if he really loves you, you’ll know then.”
Idk if you’re accepting requests but I just thought abt a story of Feely x reader, and they are best friends w/benefits but they both love each other but either are brave enough to admit
hi angel!! yes I am accepting requests! I’m sorry for how long this took me to get to. here is 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝓦arnings : explicit smutty intro, smut such as oral, p inv.
“patrick, oh my god.” you cried. patrick was pounding into you like he couldn’t get enough. “fuck…” he moaned, leaning down as his hips grinded his dick in a deep rhythm inside of you. he kissed your neck, and chest, clearly intending to leave hickeys. his warm, wanting mouth made you tighten around him. “jesus christ, yeah, baby. squeeze me. feel me all up in your pretty p—” you cut him off with a kiss, his hand came to wrap around your shoulder to thrust deeper inside of you. the sounds of skin slapping and hard breathing filled your bedroom.
eventually the kiss broke and he started to grind more slower, it was torture in the best way.
“don’t hurt yourself.” he whispered, tugging your bottom lip with his thumb out of your teeth. you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him in deeper— which earned a groan from his throat. his head dipped down to your neck again, but when you lifted his head, he looked up at you and presses his mouth to yours.
he paused for a moment. he reaches down and puts your legs over his shoulders and leans back down, making you fold around him. the sensation was unreal— that was confirmed because both of you had to pause to just moan at the intense feeling. when he started back up again, it was faster, more desperate. “I can’t get enough of ya, baby. you’re so fucking addictive.” you decide to tease him with, “hmm… me, I’m addictive?” that made him quickly grab the rail of your headboard— fucking you harder. “fuck! patrick…I’m…ughhh..I’m..” his left grip tightened on your thigh. “come, come f’me.”
your emotions were so high for this boy that you whimpered, and he leaned down and kissed you and you melted right into it. the wonderful feeling of his lips against yours, and the way he took care of you, the way he called you baby. you didn’t want to lose him again after this. but you always did. you knew it was just casual sex.
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when you woke up in your bed the next morning, you were flat on your back, the blanket pooling around your waist. when the breeze from the fan hit your chest, you immediately pulled the covers back up, only to pull them down again to see the hickeys scattered across your breasts. you didn’t bother looking over to your side— you knew he had left. if he did stay— there would be strings. and that’s not what this was.
be friends.
fuck.
repeat.
it had started off with a drunken mistake, and then a tipsy one. and then he kissed you in his truck— which had led you having sex in the backseat. which now, it was a mutual agreement to meet up after school on friday either in his car or at your house. but you had grown feelings— deep ones for him since this whole “friends with benefits” things started. but you didn’t know if he wanted anything serious. so you stayed quiet. neither of you have brought it up to make anything official.
you forced yourself out of bed and went to the shower, once you stepped into the warm steam of water, you shut your eyes, wondering what could be. you felt the tears mix in with the water. you loved him. really loved him. and in return you felt like a fucking dick reliever for him— something for him just to go to every friday to get his weekly release, but he was your friend, so you couldn’t say anything. exhausted from the depressing feelings, you wiped your hair out of your face and got yourself out of your head. saturday’s were always the quietest.
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on monday, you were walking down the hall to your first class. you looked on your left down a hall and saw johnny kavanagh, talking to non other than your best friend patrick feely. he smiled and raised a hand to you— (and it should’ve fucking been a kiss on the cheek and a good morning, you thought.) you waved slightly and walked up the stairs.
“I can smell the tension.” johnny said to him. “what?” patrick replied, swinging his head away from your ass going up the stairs back to him. “the sexual tension, pat. why don’t you ask her out?”
“cause he’s a fuckin’ coward.” gibsie laughed, coming up to the two of them, patrick shot a glare at him. “I’m not askin’ her out. just—“ “just what? let you suppress those sweet, tender feelings you have for the girl?” gibsie shot at him. “gibs.”— that was johnny. “listen lads, I’m just friends with the girl, okay? good friends. I’m not messin’ that up with a relationship that will blow up in the end.” “probably good friends alright!” gibsie shouted. “patrick, man—“ johnny tried, but he was already gone.
after school, patrick came up to you as everyone was walking out for the end of the day. “hey.” you looked up at him. “hi, patrick.” the tension was horribly suffocating today. “how was your day?” he choked out. “good, what about yours?” “It was good…do ya need a ride?” “actually, I do. claire bailed on me, said something came up.”
in the passenger seat of his truck, you looked over at him. “where are we going?” that oddly made him chuckle. “well, I supposed I drove ya home.” “oh yeah, right.”
on the ride, there was a unexpected speed bump, and you jolted— which made a big hand come to your thigh to steady you. you blushed when that hand stayed when he continued to drive. when he pulls up to the side of your house, you looked at him exactly when he was leaning over to you, in a blink his lips were on your neck. you felt your eyes shut from the sensation. he was so fucking good at this. “patrick… it’s not.. it’s monday. our days are frid—“
“I don’t care. I want you so goddamn badly right now.”
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“yeah, yeah. fuck my face, baby. put in the work.” patrick groaned from between your legs, you were using all your hip strength to rub and grind yourself in his face while you were flat on your back— in the back of his truck. still at the side of your house. “mmphm…” “ya feel good, sweet girl?” patrick rasped out, putting his tongue out when you grinded back up, and the surprise of his wet tongue made you moan louder. “your family’s gonna hear ya from outside.” you could hear the smile in his voice. “you’re kinky.” you breathed out, a smile came across your face, quickly replaced by a moan.
“you look so beautiful.” he breathed, grabbing your hips to still your grinds and working his mouth on you instead. caught up in the moment, you didn’t hear him at first, but once the words registered in your brain, you looked down at him and barley got out, “you think im beautiful?” patrick paused— which you would usually pull him by his hair back down on you but you wanted to hear this.
“of course I do. you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve laid my eyes on.” that made your head spin and circulate what the hell he could’ve meant by that. you didn’t get to ponder on it for long because his mouth came down on you again, and all thoughts cleared away…atleast for now.
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on thursday, you guys were in the chipper. “so, listen.” patrick says, taking a mean bite out of his burger. “listening.” “hughie is having a party on friday. let me take you.” you smiled at him. “aww, you wanna take me?” you teased him, reaching up to pinch his cheek, he nudged you away, smiling. “chill. I can take you to parties. plus, we always go together.” “hmmm. yeah, I suppose that’s true.”
he looked over at your plate, he takes a fry. “patrick, you elephant!” “I need it for the rugby.” he laughed at his own lame excuse. “oh yeah because burgers and fries will give you the fuel for that.” you smiled and took a bite out of his burger. “how do you feel?” you said through your food, smiling happily. he rolled his eyes. “disturbed.” “whatever. you’re worse.”
he laughed at that, nudging you and offering you a fry. “we’re both bad. that’s why you’re my best friend. ya get me.” you take the fry and realize the piece of food was an excuse to get you to look at him. “getting all sentimental over food, patrick?” your emotions for the boy shot right back up hard in your heart, making your voice breathless.
“nah, just admirin’ the amazin’ girl infront of me.”
“you’re sweet, patrick.” that made him blush somehow because he switched the topic. like he was too scared to go any further. “so…about that party?”
“yeah. I’m in.”
thank you for reading angels!! I know this was one was lengthy.
as you can see at the top, it says part one. I plan to make a few more parts to this. ♡
𝓦arnings : a little suggestive, fluff, women love women
“kiss her, aoife!” casey laughed, the bottle that aoife had spun had landed on you. without hesitation and instead with excitement, aoife crawls across the circle of people and presses a warm kiss to your mouth. when she pulls back, she has the biggest grin on her face, like she achieved something she’s been wanting.
─୨ৎ
aoifes’ head hurt. it was monday— a crisp, autumn morning. she was currently walking to school. the kiss was two days ago on saturday night. she was honestly nervous to approach you, her bestfriend she’d been crushing on. but she’d never show that nervousness. she also knows she’d never back down from something she wanted. she’s aoife christina molloy. when she wanted something, and especially now when that something was in her reach— she isn’t letting it slip away.
previously, aoife had never knew she liked girls. that was until she saw you in that red bathing suit last summer, she had eyed the way it hugged your body and your curves. it was the summer time when your freckles had bloomed on your face for the season. the summer she had finally noticed what’s been infront of her. the summer she couldn’t drag her eyes off of you— or your lips.
aoife didn’t feel bad about liking girls. she liked what she liked and wouldn’t apologize to anyone for it. not for who she was. the good thing was for aoife in this situation, is that she knew that you liked girls. atleast she had a chance.
at school, aoife sat next to you at her usual spot in the back of english. “hey,” she said. “hey, aoife.” you smiled. “so, fun weekend, huh?” aoife smiled back, resting her chin on her palm as she faced you. “oh you’re so dramatic, friends kiss all the time at parties.” you scoffed, but you couldn’t hide your blushing face, her confidence and beauty flustered you. “yeah, but last I checked, we are the only best friends that have kissed like that.” aoife replied slowly. giving into the heat building up inside you, you spoke up and asked. “do you wanna come over after school?”
─୨ৎ
immediately, when you shut the door of your room behind the both of you, aoife made a beeline to you. she cups your waist, and slowly backed you up to the bed. “do you want this? do you want me?” she presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. you sighed, slowly melting into her touch. peace and joy rose up in you, you’ve wanted this for so long— just to have her in your arms, yours to kiss and hold and love.
“of course I want you.” you responded, your arms coming up to wrap around her shoulders as the two of you fell back on the bed. “do you want me?” you whispered. “I thought I made it clear I do when I kissed you the first time. yes, I want you.” aoife whispers, vulnerability in her tone.
when she kissed you, again, you guided her to lay beside her, facing eachother. you cupped her hips as she cups your jaw and waist. she felt heavenly against you, all her curves pressed against you. her soft mouth on your lips— she was like an angel. an angel with a devilish tongue that swirled around your lips and tongue.
“aoife,” you breathed against her lips. “I know,” aoife whispers. “you feel so good against me. ive wanted this for so long.” she confesses against your mouth, hiking a leg over your hip. “so have I.” you whispered back. “I can’t deny it.” aoife says, pulling back to look down at you. “deny what, aoife?” you replied softly. “the feelings I have for you. I don’t want to hide them.” she replied lowly, you knew the feeling. “I don’t want to hide mine either.” you said quietly. “then we don’t have to, baby. I just wanted to know…if you wanted this with me, too.” aoife whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your mouth. “I’m all in for you.”
you smiled against her lips. “I do want this. I love you, aoife molloy.” aoife pulled back, she smiles, full of happiness and life in that smile. “I love you, too.” she said softly. she leaned down to snuggle you, basking in the warmth of the moment.
“I hated myself for it, but everytime I kissed Hughie and I ran my hands through his blonde hair, I imagined myself running them through brunette hair. I tried to tell myself I love Hughie like I love Patrick, but it physically ached me to do so. Because I can’t go back there. Not anymore. Not after he let me down.”
katiefeely head cannon: patrick & katie drinking coffee on a early autumn morning on the farms porch.
“you look beautiful in the morning light, kitty kat.” patrick said, smoothing back her auburn curls to see her face, watching as she sipped her coffee.
“thank you, patrick.” katie whispers softly, leaning on his chest. blushing from the sweet compliment, she said, “you seriously drink straight black coffee?” patrick smiled. “well I’m not putting whatever you put in yours, sounds gross.”
“it’s creamer, patrick, and it makes it better. try it.” katie says, raising the straw to his lips, when he took a sip, he smiled up at her. “alright. . . it’s not as bad as I thought it’d be.”
“see? I told you.” katie smiled.
“can I have another taste?” patrick says.
“yeah sure.” but when katie once again raised the straw to his lips, patrick dodges the straw and presses a warm, soft kiss to katie’s lips. “mmmm,” katie hummed, when they pulled back, “seems like you like mine a lot better.”
patrick chuckled and shook his head, and he cups the side of her face, pulling her in again.
𝓦arnings : smut , oral , cursing , pet names , f in v .
“so? how was it?” your friend, stacy asked. she was all up in your personal space by your locker, all giddy since you and patrick feely had the first sleepover last night. you’d been going out with him for 4 months now.
“i didn’t say we did anything, stace.” you say, although you can’t help but a smile.
“something happened. i know it did! come on, spill.” stacy says, grinning ear to ear. when you blushed and kept busy in your locker— stacy gasps, realizing something. “oh my god, he plays guitar, doesn’t he?” she laughs happily. “I bet it was good then.”
you roll your eyes playfully. “im kinda regretting telling you he came over. you are awfully interested in my sex life right now, stacy.” you tease, but nonetheless give in to your best friend. smiling, you discreetly add, “yeah, he’s good with the guitar.”
“so something did happen.” stacy smiles knowingly.
“yeah, something.”
─୨ৎ
“pat,” you panted aganist his lips, breathless as his hands roamed your body, gently — but his need was clear by the way his fingertips gripped your hips.
patrick pulled himself up. his shirt had been taken off by you the second you two fell on your bed earlier. “don’t do this f’me, baby. make sure you want this.” he murmured softly before pressing a drugging kiss to your lips, to emphasize what the “this” was.
“i do want this. i want you, patrick.” you sighed aganist his lips, your nerves melting away at the reassurance he gave so effortlessly, you knew it was because he meant it. he always did.
your eyes drank in his physice, built on working on his familys’ farm and doing rugby. you reach out and run your fingers over his abs and chest, his muscles tighten under your touch. patrick fought a shiver at the warm touch. he sighs and slides his large under your ass, gripping your tommen skirts’ waistband from underneath you.
“don’t look at me like that unless you want me to do somethin’ about it.” his voice was deeper, raspier. he lifts up one of your legs and presses a kiss to your thigh and smirking against it when you shivered.
silently, he slides down to be between your legs, peppering the soft flesh of your thighs. he slides off your tommen skirt and tosses it on your rug floor. he kisses your most sensitive area through your panties, nuzzling against it. “jesus, baby. you’re soaked. you always been like this for me when im holdin’ myself back? all hot and bothered?”
“patrick . . . don’t tease,” you gasp as his nose and lips nuzzle you through your panties, too sensitive for his teasing. “i need . . .”
“what do you need, pretty baby? tell me.” he kisses your area again.
whimpering, “your mouth, patrick.”
“hm. that’s right.” he moves your panties to one side, too turned on and needy to even get up from his spot between you. he presses a kiss to you again. with that, he slowly drags his tongue on you.
as he worked his mouth on you, you cried out helplessly. your legs wrapped around his neck tightly and your hands fisted his hair. “patrick. . . baby . . . fuck! i- i mphm . .”
patrick lifts his head up and he kisses up your body, which only holds a bra now. he presses a kiss to your thigh, stomach, chest, neck and jaw. when he reaches your lips, he leans into the hands now gripping his back. he slips his tongue inside your mouth as one hand escapes your waist and slides to spread open one leg again, before you could process— two fingers slipped inside of you. full, rough and aching.
he restlessly pumped his fingers in and out of you, his face calm like he’s used to working his hands like this— which he was. but even with his calmed face, his eyes were dark and hooded as they drifted between his hand to focus and to you, and when he stared at you—studying you, you couldn’t help but notice the pink flushing on his cheeks.
“you’re close, aren’t ya, baby?” he whispers roughly, kissing your neck, the position caused his veins to flex in his wrist, which did nothing but fuel the fire inside of you as his hand moved in a perfect, effortless rhythm.
his fingers moved faster inside. slick, wet sounds between his hand and you. when he gets the approval by your arms around his shoulders and sweet moans in his ear, he kisses you and groaned against your mouth— “come for me, baby. let go on my hand, pretty girl.”
“patrick. . . god right there!” you cried, clinging to him, your freshly done nails digging into his back.
patrick groaned when your thighs trembled against his arm and hand. “fuckin’ hell. that’s it, baby.”
patrick slowly comes to a stop when he helped you ride out your high.
he slowly, so slowly, pulls out his fingers. he cups your waist and the forearm that was beside your head comes down and his hand cups your jaw. “you’re so beautiful, baby. so perfect. you did so good.” he kisses you deeply, as he does he pulls you against his chest. patrick sighed against your lips when your fingers find his hair, he pulls back, taking your in your flushed face. “my beautiful girl.”
─୨ৎ
“hello? can you even hear me? im waiting.” stacy says, snapping her fingers in your face.
you snap out of your zone-out, you had gotten too wrapped up in the heated memory of the night before. “sorry, what?” you replied, you could feel your cheeks burning.
“i asked how it was. and do not say nothing happened again.”
“well. . . the guitar payed off.” you admitted, once again flustered.
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