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midnite-c6 · 1 day ago

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LOVE YOUR RECENT PAT POST ‼️‼️ O saw u ask for requests so I HOPE THIS IS OKAY. Okay so i have a suggestion and it's okay if not but Patrick being his usual asshole self x Slightly younger/more innocent reader, maybe a family friend or something, and he's always been mildly (extremely) infatuated with her, and maybe the lead up to them having sex for the first time? Lord knows he's addicted to her at this point and after pretending not to be for so long... I LOVE UR WRITING‼️‼️

childhood bsf!patrick zweig x reader || 18+ warnings: sex, p in v, no protection, fingering, handjob, sexual tension, pwp, softdom!patrick, virgin!reader, 2006 era, dirty talk

a/n: OMG i'm so glad u requested!! i luv writing first times and virgin reader and i also luv patrick soo hehehe this is alsooo just like an unofficial twin of my other patrick fic

*⁠.⁠✧ you're so oblivious and he hates it.

you just can't seem to grasp the fact that friends don't act this close to each other, especially for a guy and a girl, especially when you two are nineteen with very primal and animalistic-like hormonal urges.

you can't just let him visit your dorm in standford, let him strip down to only his boxers whilst sitting on your small bed, with you being comfortable.

there was not a single inch of distance, both your skins were touching. he could feel your breath fanning his skin every time you talk, or he could feel the vibrations every time you would burst into giggles whenever he makes a witty joke.

he just stares at you, with half-lidded eyes, and that signature toothy grin, and you smile back, leaning in even closer as you continue to talk about whatever happened during your classes.

in these times he always would reminisce, though still half-listening to you so you won't fight him about not being attentive like a damn couple, that even when you two were in elementary, you've harboured a new routine where you don't seem to forget to kiss his cheek at every playdate or hang-out, not until you've been taught boys have "cooties" or are "disgusting", in which you still don't stray that far away from him.

in which-- he doesn't get it, was it insane to fall in love romantically and sexually with you? was it insane for you to be the first girl he would constantly jerk off to every night? was it insane when he imagines you're the one he's having sex with rather than a random hook-up from campus to cum?

"so she's all up in my face, trying to get me to confess and i just stood there-" he puts a hand on your lips, you could smell the cigarette he smoked from his calloused hands, "stop talking... you're so boring, ugh. tell me a good story now!" you bite his hand, he winces, "well sorry, i'm not an athlete or a womanizer, i don't have alot of interesting stories to tell." you cross your arms, pouting. he chuckles as he looks down at you, "i have a really good story to tell, that isn't as boring as fuck." you could only sigh, "whatever,"

he rambles on about his recent victory against art donaldson, "so yeah, i beat him real good, you really should've been there, i won by like a hundred points." it was match-point. "and i got her number 'cuz of it. i told you, girls run to me!" you continue to snicker, giving him a hesitant hum, "more like run away, plus, she didn't run to you anyway! you just happened to win so you could get her number."

"no, but i can tell she wanted me to win" "and why would that be?" he pauses, his hands gesturing to his body, toned from workouts and training, and with hair trickling down his chest accompanied by a small yet noticeable happy trail, "see? you're staring." "because you're naked and you pointed to it. you're always naked." yet you still can't get enough of staring at him...

"anyways, um, so... are you gonna hook up with her like you usually do or what?"

shit. you can't just ask that. you can't just ask if he'd use his dick and put it inside a girl or not, especially when you've made him think about the blood rushing onto his dick right now, "you care?" he raises a brow, with a voice that's not afraid to test you.

"i care about making conversation," you look away because his gaze suddenly burned through your skin, although it felt like that every time he stares at you, "is sex a good conversation for you?" he asks.

"you tell me, you're the one who's always spewing story times of one-night stands!" he laughs, tilting his head back, still looking at you. his eyes don't pry away. "then you tell me about your one-night stands."

he'd earn a light hit in the face from you. "that's not funny! i swear i would tell you if i did." "then tell me about um... masturbating stories," the bluntness silenced you --although he was always like that, you stare, just looking at him wide-eyed. "right, i taught you that." he says as he smirks, the way his eyes wrinkle when he does so is forever engraved inside your brain, an image you see every time you close your eyes. "that's not funny either, pat'..."

"...i don't even masturbate that much, it's not on my list, you're the only one who convinced me to do it." he couldn't erase the smile off his lips, but now yours would trail down to his boxers, unusually standing up, something begging to be let out. "you're a. bad influence sometimes, i don't think i should be listening to you anymo-" he'd close his eyes for a second, his hand sneaking a touch towards his tip against his boxers, "...you're hard." he groans-- now out of breath, "sorry." "finish it in the bathroom." "no, it's okay, talk more." you pause, staring at his boner, then his lips, then his eyes, "but..." "if it bothers you so much, would you help?"

he slowly guides your hands to touch him through his underwear, guiding your soft hands to rub his tip. you could feel the wetness from his pre-cum. how was he getting all of this for free? how were you doing this so willingly for him? the thought makes him grunt out loud and you'd blankly stare- you couldn't breath, not during this.

he pulls his boxers to his knees, his dick immediately bouncing against his lower stomach, he could sense your hesitation but he continues to take your hand, rubbing it slightly as a form of comfort, and placing it on his hard, aching for your touch, cock. "i'm sure you know how to do it," you lost all form of proper thinking, "uh-huh...." "don't worry." he continues to hold your hand on his cock, moving it up and down slowly, he whines. he'd only imagine a million scenarios how this would go and now it's finally happening... he'd start moving your hand faster. now he's jerking off with your hand, using it as some kind of fleshlight.

him moaning outright was so mental to you. it felt too intimate. it felt weird, a good weird, and you moan right back, your face staring at his cock as he fucks your hand was a sight he'd definitely take a picture of for later. he then moves his free hand to the in-between of your legs, his fingers rubbing against your clothed shorts, "ah- patrick." "it'll feel good... promise." he continues exploring with his hand, finally going past the waistband of your underwear. he knows exactly where to touch you, he knows exactly how you touch yourself anyway. and he's happy you're already wet.

rubbing circles against your clit as he continues to guide your hand, bucking his hips, sliding his dick through your soft fingers... it felt amazing. without a warning, a finger would enter your cunny, a moan would ilicit your mouth, though would be muffled by his mouth, a kiss he'd been waiting to do for ages.

both of you would jerk each other off and moan into each other's lips, "feels good?" "yeah..." "told you." he says confidently, before slamming his lips against yours again, you tasted like the usual lipgloss, sweet, and a certain distinct taste of just. you. he tasted of a cigarette and coca-cola. his dick would start to twitch more, and his whines more husk, he stops the finger inside you.

"stop, we can't cum. 'wanna cum the right way."

"the right way?"

both his hands would easily carry you onto his lap, his dick aligned right to your entrance. "gonna slide it," he doesn't give you a time to answer before he slowly enters your tiny hole, "ugh, you're a dream." he moves an inch... then another inch... then another... "s-slow down!" "m'already going slow, silly..."

he fully enters you, and he just stops for a moment to enjoy the view, to enjoy the moment. "shit, you're doing so good," a kiss sent right to the corner of your lips. "so obedient f'me," a kiss sent to your neck, "gonna move now.. need to..." "gentle, please." "oh, i don't know..." how could he hold back?

with his hands on both side of your waist, he'd lift you up, before ramming you back down, the same actions gradually getting faster, sometimes he'd ram you back down whilst bucking his hips up, just for a more deeper connection. your "ohs!" and "ahs!" made him even more riled up to not go gentle on you,

his most favourite was the way you'd scream his name. the unlimited whimpers of "patrick!" coming from your lips made him drunk. drunk for more of you. "cum for me, ugh, pretty girl, c'mon.." you were panting, bouncing on his cock, taking in the feel of his tip kissing your cervix every. time.

"i know you're close, fuck, know you feel that tight little knot, huh?" he thinks all his training for tennis was actually training for him to not cum first. the way you'd clench around him made him cry, he'd almost cry by fucking a girl, you're just so pretty and perfect, he thinks. he speeds up the pace, your dorm would be drowned by skin slapping and raw moaning.

"you're... mine now okay?... mine... tell me, baby..."

"i'm ... patrick's! yours... yours..."

finally you climax, prettily crying out his name. "patrick-" you kiss his lips as now an instinct, and soon he cums aswell, right inside you, still continuing to move to ride all the pleasure out. eventually stopping to catch both your breaths. "you did so well, baby."

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