Herny x Patrick where Patrick finally convinced Henry to have sex
ok i love this ship. i will try so hard, im almost done with the other request i got so i will try. i've never written mlm smut but i have ideas so thank you bird.
HIGH ENOUGH?
patrick x henry smut
warnings - SMUT, mlm sex, drunk sex, high sex, lowkey public sex? (like in the junkyard) f slur (yes im a gay) drugs, cursing, RLLY BAD WRITING SMH
i apologize in advance :/ imma write this in third person?
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henry and patrick were sat across from eachother in the junkyard. patrick was stoned out of his mind, and henry was drunk out of his mind next to him. belch and victor had gone home when it got dark, ‘giant pussies for not wanting to get bitten by some mosquitoes.’ henry claimed. but really they just didn’t want to be around thing one and thing two for a few hours.
‘so like..’ patrick started to ramble, making henry roll his eyes and huff in annoyance ‘if you had to fuck aanyyone out of the gang.. who would you fuck?’ patrick quipped. henry scoffed, annoyed at such a stupid question.
‘that’s a dumb shit question man.. fucking none of you?’ henry slurred, letting his head fall back against the dusty couch.
‘nononono like you have to pick. who would you fuck?’ patrick quickly retaliated
‘ughh thiss it.. so stupid.. ugh .. i guess you?’ he muttered the last part, but patrick heard and his ears pricked up at it. deep down he was hoping that’s what henry would say.
‘really? not vic?’ he quirked an eyebrow. ‘nah. his pastel ass has a thing for some fag in his english class.’ henry chuckled. patrick nodded. ‘you gonna do it then?’ he asked.
henry slowly looked over at patrick with shock smeared across his face. ‘the fuck did you just say?’
patrick smirked. ‘you said you would fuck me.. so do it. you’re no pussy.’ henry scoffed and rolled his eyes angrily. ‘you’re on some fairy shit hocksetter. i’d have to be blackout drunk to even touch you.’
patrick laughed and reached down to grab another beer out of the box, and tossed it to henry. ‘get to drinkin’ then bowers, cuz my dick will be up your ass at some point tonight.’
henry caught it and groaned, clicking it open and rolling his eyes again. ‘yeah right. keep it in your pants patrick.’
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sure enough patrick was right about clappin’ henry’s cheeks. henry was five more beers in, and patrick was higher than fucking clouds.
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patrick’s cock thrusted in and out of henry’s puckered asshole at an inhuman pace, heavy pants and grunts leaving his mouth. high pitched whimpers and moans fell out of henrys lips as patrick fucked him over the back of the couch. patrick grinned darkly at the sweaty whining boy under him. slowly he traced the long scars that ran along henry’s tan back, anger filling his veins at the thought of the shit he goes through with butch at home. his thrusts got harder, hitting a spot deep inside him that made henry’s back arch and his toes curl. he let out a loud whiny moan, echoing through the empty junkyard. patrick groaned and his head fell back as he felt his orgasm rapidly approaching. his thrusts quickened, and he reached down to stroke henry’s throbbing cock with his long fingers. cum leaked out of henry’s aching tip, while patrick abused that spot repeatedly. his orgasm came fast, filling henry up and leaking out of his asshole. henry buried his face in the dirty couch, cum squirting out of his cock onto the fabric. patrick smiled at the sight of his quivering, sweaty body, and leaned down. he pulled open henry’s cheeks and licked up the cum leaking out of his bruised hole. henry whimpered as patrick cleaned him up, droopy eyes falling closed. patrick stood, pulling up his jeans and buckling his belt. he gabbed henry’s red shirt and tossed it to him. reaching down, patrick grabbed henry’s face and turned it to him.
‘told you.’
henry groaned, batting patrick’s hand away. ‘yeah whatever hocksetter. just get out of here. and this never happened. i’m not no fruit.’
patrick chuckled. ‘sure. but this wasn’t the last time playboy. i’ll see you tomorrow.’
with that patrick walked away, leaving a cum soaked henry on that couch, thinking about what the fuck had just happened. and why he didn’t hate it.
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okayy d imm just a drama free blog and i cANT rant first off, of ? off?? anyway. im worried about you. you get all these anons and im honestly worried for your mental health. not saying ur fragile or anything just i think i care about someone ive never met asffgg tht someone is you and i do belive shit i got a message anyway that louis is mentally ill. I believe ot5 is. But i mean anxiety and depression let them fucking drink. lord imagine going through what they had too. they deserve it
like my dumb ass has sm anxiety, but they are strong boys :(( iltsm they are so strong every single one yes i mean zayn u dumb bitches sorry ACTUALLy i kinda think zayn leaving was not his choice but fuck ass 1dhq or whatever but no one agrees with me which is okay ( zigi is overrrr) oh idk where u stand on tht but i belive in ziam like i beilve in larry i cant spell omg i love liam so much did u see tht drama with louis and tht random chubby dude ( im chub im so pressed i hope louisgot his ass ate
oooo 69 btw thiss is all the rant anon tyidk how many anons u get but ily i hope ur safe and warm and have a good evening no i m not drunk oh and u can publish this if u have shit to add nicr shit though not like ' fk off weird anon' oh my god tht would make my day no i might cry idk ilyyyy
honestly this whole message had me in tears when i read it at work i dont even know where to begin. the typing bordering on incoherent, the urgent Need to rant, the genuine concern at the beginning and how it just fizzles into a rambling inner monologue and the ‘did u see tht drama with louis and tht random chubby dude ( im chub im so pressed i hope louis got his ass ate oooo 69′ literally made me fucking laugh out loud. im gonna ignore all the festering piles of garbage in my inbox bc this is the only thread of messages that matters to me thank u for this u made my day and night
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