It Imagines

here it is...

•ok but he's hot as fuck id smash^•
•smut warning•

y/n

"I fucking hate you." I say, spitting on the ground.

"Then why'd you just give me a blowie?" He smirks, breathing quickly.

"Cause you're good at convincing."

"I know I am." He says.

"Fuck you." I mumble.

"You liked it."

Fuck, he was right. I liked everything about him and everything we did to each other. We were wild.

"No, I didn't." I lie. I stand up and wipe off my knees. When I look up he's smirking at me.

"What?" I say firmly.

"Nothing. I just forgot how beautiful you looked when your lips were wrapped around my cock." He says nonchalantly. My breath hitches in my throat and I turn around, leaving the woods to go home.

"Where do you think you're going?" He says, grabbing my arm and turning me around.

"Home?"

"Why? I haven't even gotten to go down on you yet."

"Thought you didn't want to." I shrug and turn around again, only to have him grab my hips and pull my backside into his crotch.

"Patrick-"

"Sh..." He shushes me. He pulls my shorts down and pushes me against a tree.

He undoes his jeans and I sigh. "Patrick, no."

I push him away and he looks at me confused. "What?"

"We can't do this." I say, pulling up my shorts.

"Why not?"

"Cause you're just too fucking... you." I walk away and he quickly buttons his jeans up, following me again.

"What do you mean? If I'm not me who else am I supposed to be, Y/N?"

"I don't know, Patrick." I sigh, grabbing my bag and walking away.

"No, tell me. I'm serious. Whatever it is, I can fix it, Y/N. Just tell me." He says, still following me.

"Patrick-"

"I'm not fucking around." He says, grabbing my arm and forcing me to turn around.

"Of course you are! You're Patrick Hocksetter!" I keep walking and he makes me turn around again.

"Stop touching me!" I whine, pain shooting through my arm.

"I'm tired of seeing you getting your heart broken each time you walk away from me!"

"Then stop breaking it!"

"I'm not! You're doing it yourself by fucking around with other guys!" He yells. "This is the last time I'm going to lose you!"

He grabs my arms and pulls me into him, smashing his lips on mine. My hands tighten into fists and he's almost lifting me off the ground.

"How did that make you feel, huh? Every time you suck my dick how do you feel? Every time I fuck you, how does that make you feel, Y/N? Good, right? So then why do you keep going back to these other guys who could NEVER make you feel the way I could?!"

"Because they don't lie!"

"And I do?!"

Point made.

"Yes!"

"When? When have I ever lied to you?" His voice cracks, meaning he's about to cry.

That never happened.

"When... When you were with Henry and you got really fucked up and had sex with Sophia Cromwell and then tried to have sex with me!"

"I didn't lie about it! I told you the truth!"

"Okay, fine. So maybe you haven't lied but you are a bitch!" I yell. He grabs me and kisses me again harder.

"God, I love you. I'm so in love with your crazy ass." He says, kissing me again.

"I don't believe you." I say, breaking the kiss again to breathe.

"Why not?" He asks, breathlessly and then locking our lips again.

"Because-Because... Fuck, stop kissing me for a minute."

"I can't. I can't get away from you." He whispers, groping my hips and my butt, his lips attacking my lips and my neck.

"Patrick..." I moan. "Patrick!"

"Sh... Do you love me?" He asks.

Do I?

"Yes. I do." I whine.

"Say it. Tell me you love me."

"I love you so much, Patrick. Baby, please." He rubs his knee between my thighs and I moan as I feel my knees weaken.

"I know what I do to you. And I know that you really can't get enough of me." He groans, sliding his fingers in my underwear. I whine and grab his wrist as he slides his fingers in and out of me.

"P-P-Patrick..."

"I know that you think of me when you sleep, or change, or shower, or eat or even breathe. I am always gonna be in that pretty little head of yours."

Fuck, he was right. He was so right.

"I'm so close." I whimper.

"Let go, baby doll." He whispers, leaving another hickey on my neck. I bite his shoulder, leaving a deep mark as I release onto his slender fingers.

He pulls his fingers out and licks them, then wiping them on his jeans.

"You're so hot. I love you so much, Y/N."

"I love you too."

"So then what does this make us?" He asks, leaning his forehead against mine.

"Boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"Nah. You my wife now." He wraps his arm around me and we walk away, smirking.