tw: smut (mdni), degradation kink, rough and unprotected sex
he's been using you, at least partly. after all the drama with tashi's injury and art telling him to fuck off, he needed something to keep him around stanford, a way to stay relevant in their lives. he already felt like he was on the outside looking in.
but you don't really care. i mean... he's got that big dick, skilled hands, knows exactly how to use ‘em, and he's just as freaky as you are. it makes it easy to forget you're more of a trophy or a simple plaything to him. something to show off.
“oh, baby,” patrick wraps his arm around your lower stomach, thrusting deep, pulling a high-pitched moan out of you. “fuck, yeah.”
the bed creaks, slamming against the wall of your dorm room. lucky for you, your roommate isn't here tonight. but with the way you're moaning, everyone nearby knows exactly who's making you scream. and you know damn well the rumors (ones that fit into an entirely different category) will spread fast. it’s only a matter of time before art and tashi hear about it. checkmate.
he is a clever bastard.
“patrick, please,” you cry out, pressing your cheek into the mattress as he spanks you, grabbing a handful of your ass and leaving another red mark. you know you'll be sore after hours of this, and somehow, he's still got more in him.
“thought you said you could take it like the slut you are,” he sneers, grabbing a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back, his hips pounding faster. your thighs are burning with each thrust. you’re exhausted, clenching around him, desperate to get him to cum, but he won’t stop. no matter how hard you try, he’ll keep going, leaving you wrecked.
you're barely able to catch your breath, the way he's pulling your hair, making every whimper, gasp, and moan louder. “ah—ha, p—patrick,” you cry out, your face flushed as he presses his sweaty, hairy chest against your back, sinking his teeth into your bare shoulder.
“yeah, feels good, doesn't it?” he grabs your chin, forcing you to nod, tears already blurring your vision. it’s too much, too good. your belly’s on fire, and your pussy is a slick mess, soaked with both your fluids and his. you should’ve thought twice when you told him he could fuck you raw!
he shoves his fingers into your mouth, that cocky smirk plastered on his face—the one that turns you on and pisses you off at the same time. oh, how he wishes you’d let him fuck your ass already. that would solve all his problems, getting the green light to fill every single one of your holes with his cum.
