#feeling 12

PART ONE: bestfriends, fuck, repeat.

╰┈➤ PART TWO

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.

─୨ৎ

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.

─୨ৎ

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.”

— ୨ৎ

“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.

— ୨ৎ

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. ♡

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Patrick had you bent over the arm of your living room, pounding into you at a quick pace all because you decided to wear his shirt.

The number 12 and FEELY printed on the back of it made him feel almost possessive, like a new feeling that he'd never felt before so the best way to show you how he felt was to pound you. 

Your nails were digging into the couch, moaning loudly and clenching tightly around his cock. Your face was tear streaked as you tried to take a full breath that was not a pant.

Patrick didn't once slow down but instead held the back of your neck to keep you bent in half. He lifted your right leg up to reach deeper inside of you.

You practically squealed as your eyes rolled back as his tip grazed your g-spot, his hips did not stop. Every thrust felt deeper than the last, reaching places Feely hadn't reached before in the couple times you two have had sex.

You hand slithered town in between your legs to find your clit, circling it the best you could whilst being pinned down by Patrick’s hand as he bullied his cock inside of you. You clamped down around him and shook as your orgasm took over your body ferociously. ”Pat, oh feckin’ hell. M’coming!” You whine and pant as he helped you ride it out.

He pulled out of you, listening to your little hiss from being empty before he helped you get up and held you up straight as he moved to sit on the couch, pulling you over to sit with your back to him, lining himself up once more before grabbing your hips and slamming you back down on his dick, making you scream.

He got you moving, bouncing on him. Your legs were already shaky, thighs burning from the exertion of your previous orgasm but Patrick was yet to come, but you were going to change that, riding the man better than anyone else ever had. 

You started playing with your clit once again, making you shudder but then, out of the blue Patrick’s hand came up to wrap around your neck, gently squeezing it. You stopped to register fully what he had done but he squeezed a bit tighter and you involuntarily moaned before continuing with your movements. ”You like that, hm? I would have never thought you'd be into choking, baby but you've proven me wrong again” He said through gritted teeth, his orgasm impending quicker now that he had discovered a new kink of yours. 

You nodded and hummed in agreement with him and switched between bouncing and rotating your hips because it felt better for reaching your g-spot, and because Patrick liked the feeling of you tightly wrapped around him, milking his cock of everything he had because in his words, your puss was begging for it. 

Patrick used the hand he had around your neck to bring you so that your back touched his chest, still moving as he released into you, face buried into your neck, moaning and breathing heavily as the come filled you up. ”Feel so good. Look so fuckin’ sexy with my name on your back, gonna keep fuckin’ you till all you remember is my name”  

He whispered that as you both caught your breaths, knowing you had hours to go now you had him - purely accidental- like that because his clothes were comfortable to lounge around it

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