Liar // Patrick Hockstetter x fem!Reader x Henry Bowers

-smut
just so you know. now have fun.

You had been totally upset, nearly crying and crumbling infront of Patrick Hockstetter. Although this had been exactly what you wanted to prevent from happening.

You had rushed home as soon as he had let loose, leaving your brother and the Losers alone with the Bowers Gang.

You felt like a total douche for doing that, but you had been scared as fuck.

Your parents hadn't been home—they still weren't—and now, you were laying in bed, thinking about today. Before you had started kissing and then dating Henry, you had thought he was just as bad as Patrick.

That they were two sick, psychotic bullies, who want to do nothing but hurt you.

But Henry had proven you wrong. He could show that he liked you if he needed to. Although he didn't like admitting his feelings or showing them openly.

His touch made you shiver, his words made your heart race and his kisses made you blush. He wasn't as bad as he seemed.

Patrick on the other hand was, for all you knew, a sick bastard with no hobbies other than hurting kids.

You'd even heard rumors about him killing animals, but you didn't want to believe that.

He was a bad guy and you hated him more with every passing day, but Henry had been surprisingly nice after you had gotten to know him. So, you didn't want to brand his friend as someone he wasn't.

You didn't want to forgive Patrick. You just wanted to make sure, that you didn't think wrong of him, since you had clearly thought wrong about Henry, too.

You started reading a book to entertain yourself and get your mind off of Patrick, laying in the weirdest positions before you were disrupted by a smack against your window.

Henry.

Who else would it be? You got up and opened his and your mutual entrance, allowing him to jump into your bedroom.

Then you closed the door to your room and turned around to see him standing right next to you.

You sighed, you had told him so often that this would end up horrible at some point. He'd fall, be seen or make too much noise.

But before you could even talk, his lips crashed down onto yours and he shoved you towards your bed.

The both of you stumbled along the ground before you hit the mattress with your legs and fell onto it, laying flat on your back.

He was quick to follow and position himself above your small form.

His tongue moved along your lips, begging for you to open your mouth, which you did in response. Gladly, he let his tongue slide inside you.

Henry's hands were wandering all over you, exploring the curves and skin of your upper body before he slowly pushed them underneath the hem of your loose top.

You didn't even get to the point of realization, that told you what he was about to do with you.

You simply lost yourself in his touch, moving your lips against his lips and pressing your body against his body.

In one swift motion, Henry had pulled the sweater off of you. The cold air of your room made you come to your senses and you were quick to widen your eyes.

You pulled away from the kiss and he sat up, still above you and therefore leaving you no way to stand up.

Without thinking twice, you brought your arms in front of you, covering your chest, that was only covered by a black bra at the time.