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STRICTLY PLATONIC

college!patrick x college!art x college!fem reader

summary: preaching to almost everyone you were just platonic with your long time tennis friends patrick and art, but after finding out art is still a virgin during a night of drinking, you find yourself feeling curious, offering to teach him with the help of patrick

warnings: 18+, drinking, drunk sex, teasing, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, overstimulation, 3sum

word count: 6.6k

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you've known patrick and art for years, going way back, the good ol' tennis camp days. you've always been decently close with the pair– some arguing there had to be something more going on between you three but you'd always shut it down. you swear you never heard the end of it, people always assuming you were dating, into, or fucking at least one of them.

"so which one are you banging?"

"we are strictly platonic, i've known them for so long they are my best friends!!"

you never blamed people for thinking it, patrick and art were attractive and often caught the eye of many girls—some guys even. you'd be lying if you said the thought had never crossed your mind, but you didn't want to throw away a good friendship crossing the line for a short lived fantasy, ignoring it seemed more rational.

for art and patrick, the idea was a reoccurring conversation. they both have been into you since first meeting you, patrick being a little more obvious about it than art, making flirty jokes here and there that you just brushed off as 'patrick being patrick'.

the conversations between the pair would typically consist of patrick bringing up hypothetical scenarios, art engaging then soon nervously begging patrick to drop it because the topic seemed disrespectful.

art often thought about you in a sexual context but was hesitant being vocal about it, especially around patrick, to him it felt wrong to talk or even think about you like that when he was supposed to be your friend. patrick on the other hand, although he valued the relationship you all had, couldn't help but think about you like that, and had no problem discussing those thoughts with art in detail.

tonight, the three of you were scattered along the floor of patrick and art's dorm, celebrating the end of exams and school year. downing another celebratory shot and continuing the conversation about summer plans.

all three of you sat around in a circle. patrick comfortably leaned back, arms propping him up, shirt unbuttoned proudly flaunting his exposed chest. art sitting crisscrossed, sporting a stanford shirt and his sweats. and you, a tank top and loose shorts.

patrick and art going back and forth about the seemingly endless family functions that awaited them upon their return home. soon patrick flipping the conversation to discuss his latest hookup, reminiscing about his fruitful first year at college.

"jesus patrick! i swear you hookup with everyone" you teased earning a proud smug shrug from him. "how many people have you even been with?" you inquired.

"like this year or in general?" he asked smiling. you scoffed jokingly, followed by all three of you laughing. "god, i mean in general" you add.

patrick's eyes wander as if he had to think hard about it, he starts counting on his fingers until it reaches at least 7. he looks back at you with a big smirk, "6? 7? meh not sure" he adds.

"jesus" you reply, speech stunted with your laughter.

"hey i got around way more before college ok!" he defended "learned to recycle this year" he finished as he took a swig of his drink.

"oh jesus patrick" you sarcastically ridiculed him.

"ugh so judgemental," patrick replied with an exaggerated voice, pretending to be offended. "what's your number then?" he adds. art, who's been awfully quiet and spaced out of this conversation, suddenly attentively looking to you, waiting for your answer.

"hmm, 3" you reply "all from before college, all the guys here are too full of themselves it's such a turn off".

"fair" art adds, trying to participate in the conversation despite feeling so awkward about it. you briefly lock eyes with his until patrick diverts your attention.

"who was your first?" patrick asks smiling.

your eyes squint, face displaying an expression of hesitation, causing patrick's interest to grow even more. "guy from tennis camp actually.." you say quietly while smiling.

patrick laughs "me too, well not a guy, but also lost it at tennis camp" he replies. "so who?" he added.

"y'know that one miles guy?" you said, again with hesitancy. both patrick and arts eyes widen, looking at eachother and then back to you before chuckling.

"meh don't blame you, he's a killer tennis player honestly" patrick replies "huge asshole though" he adds continuing to laugh.

"oh yeah, so who's the girl who deflowered you" you said sarcastically while leaning back.

"lacie smith" he replies sighing.

"oh godd, she hated me!" you reply.

"yeah she was.. a lot" he says shaking his head.

you and patrick go back and forth, sharing stories and name dropping, laughing and jokingly judging each other. you eventually notice arts lack of participation in the conversation, feeling curious about why he's so spaced out, curious about his number.

"what about you art?" you ask nudging him.

"huh?" he says, fixing his posture and looking between you and patrick.

"who'd you lose it to?" you inquire.

patrick was the only one who'd occasionally hint at his active participation in hookups so you knew vaguely about his history, but the most you'd hear from art was going on a date here and there. sure you three were close but this wasn't really a conversation you guys would openly have. you typically kept your sex life private, sharing snippets of dates or guys who'd hit on you. because you were a little tipsy and you were comfortable around the pair, you felt ok to engage in such a conversation.

art suddenly grew nervous, stuttering and mumbling, scratching his head. you and patrick looked at each other slightly smiling in confusion.

"i.. actually haven't slept with anyone" he said quietly, clearing his throat. you and patrick both look at him, subtle look of shock. you knew art was more of a gentleman, less vulgar than patrick, but you assumed he still had his fair share of hookups. you've seen girls hit on him on campus or at parties.

what confused you more was seeing patrick just as shocked as you. you figured if anyone were to know arts sex life it would be patrick. they've known eachother for a lot longer and after all they are dudes, you thought they'd told eachother about all of this stuff.

"wait wait, what about that one girl last summer?" patrick asked confused. "it was just on top of clothes stuff, kissing. we- we didn't fully hookup" art replied.

"wow" was all you could mange to say, your mind to occupied processing that art was a virgin. art looked embarrassed upon seeing the way you and patrick reacted to this information.

art continued to scratch his head, avoiding eye contact with both of you and awkwardly smiling. you notice the apparent embarrassment he was expressing.

"sorry art, i'm not judging i promise!" you reassured. "i'm just a little.. surprised?" you finish.

patrick's eyes shifting to look at you, suddenly smiling in amusement upon hearing that. he starts to tease art "ahh, now i understand your whole 'i don't kiss and tell' spiel," he laughs, hand reaching to arts hair "you just didn't want to tell me because there wasn’t anything to tell" he teased, messing with arts hair.

art, still awkwardly smiling, brushes patrick's remarks off, pushing his hand away. he looks back to you "why do you find it surprising?"

"well i've seen you flirting and being hit on frequently, and well you're an attractive guy," you reply, arts lips curling slightly upon hearing you call him attractive. "just figured you got around as much as patrick" you said laughing, eyes motioning to patrick and poking fun at him.

patrick scoffed, playfully rolling his eyes "im not that much of a whore ok" he defends.

you can't help but wonder, how could art be a virgin? what's stopping him from going that far? the question burned on your mind, leading you to start thinking out loud.

"so, what's the furthest you've gone then?" you inquire.

he inhaled deep, taking a quick chug of his beer before answering. "uhm like nothing past 2nd base." he hesitantly replied. his body language being painfully obvious he was nervous.

"wait. so you haven't even fingered a girl?" patrick spat.

"do we have to talk about this" art awkwardly laughed still avoiding eye contact, his tone seemingly expressing annoyance with patrick's vulgar language. and he hated that you now knew about this, he was extremely insecure about it in general.

patrick smiled, his gaze shifting to you. studying the way you were looking at art. a subtle smirk creeping on his face like he had some malicious plan brewing.

"sorry i didn't mean to pry" you apologize.

a short lived silence filling the room until patrick spoke. "let's take another shot" patrick preached, standing up to walk towards the bottle.

art quickly agreed, eagerly rising to his feet following behind patrick.

you got up, squeezing between the pair as patrick poured you a shot.

patrick raised his shot glass with a fat smile on his face. "to art still being a virgin" he shouted before downing it. you let out a small laugh, art playfully scoffing as you both followed taking your shot.

you all settled back on the floor, patrick bringing the bottle with him as he sunk into the floor.

you all continued with small talk, diverting the subject from arts sex life—or lack thereof.

you had spaced out of the conversation, lost in thought. all you could think about was arts lack of experience, and how much it had surprised you. you were so curious.

art may have been oblivious to it but patrick noticed your seeming absence, your focused gaze on some random object on the floor. he interrupts your train of thought, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

"penny for your thoughts?" he said sarcastically. you sat up and awkwardly laughed.

"nothing i just-" you stared, eyes looking between the pair. debating if you should really say what's on your mind. you didn't want to make art uncomfortable by revisiting the topic. but your curiosity was all too consuming.

art and patrick were smiling, waiting for what you were going to say.

"okk... i know we dropped the subject but im just curious..." you continued. arts smile fell a little, like he knew what was coming. "art, why haven't you had sex yet? have you just never had the chance to go that far orrr?" you hesitantly questioned, praying he wouldn't be upset with you for bringing it up again.

patricks gaze lazily watching you, intrigued by your curiosity, wondering what’s really behind it. he looked back at art.

"yeah art, why haven't you popped your cherry yet" he smiled.

he rolled his eyes at patrick's remark. maybe it was the alcohol or maybe he was just sick of the poking and prodding regarding his sex life, but he felt inclined to be honest. "it's not that i haven't had the chance," he raised his eyebrows, gaze fixed at his hands as he fidgeted with his fingers. "i just.." he continued.

"pussied out?" patrick finished for him.

art threw his hands to his face "yeah. i guess. thank you patrick" he replied annoyed and embarrassed.

you watched him closely. he was just.. shy? you smiled a bit at the idea, not out of judgement, but admiration. "ok but that's cute though" you add, attempting to make him feel less embarrassed.

"wow thanks" he replied a small hint of offence in his voice, words muffled through his hands.

patricks smile grew after hearing your response. patrick was intrigued with your interest in art's sex life.

"no no art i didn't mean it like that" you quickly reassured. "i just think it's sweet, most guys don't give a shit about losing their virginity. or just about sex in general" you finish, your hand reaching to touch his knee to try and comfort him.

his hands fell from his face, both him and patrick watching your hand placement. art looked back up at you.

you could feel the sudden surge of tension fill the room. you move your hand to reach for your drink "um it's just nice to know there's atleast some guys who see it as something more than just a fuck y'know?" you add, taking a swig of your drink.

patrick jokingly scoffs "wow im insulted" he says, hand touching his chest.

you just rolled your eyes and looked back to art, who was seemingly less upset.

and he was, art didn't care about patrick's snide remarks and teases about the topic, but hearing your opinion was very validating to him.

"we need to get you laid this summer" patrick said, squeezing arts shoulder

"yeah maybe i don't know" art replies leaning back.

"well what are you afraid of? it's not gonna bite you" patrick joked.

art awkwardly laughed.

patrick soon grabbing the bottle and holding it out to art who gladly accepted it taking a small chug. art swallowed, passing it onto you. you took a swig then passing it back to patrick as you coughed from the bite of the liquor.

patrick had no shame, he was ballsy. he had no problem asking these invasive questions, he knew art was hesitant to talk about sexual stuff, especially in front of you and with the idea he had circling his mind, he knew alcohol would make art more inclined to spill. hoping things would work in his favour.

"fuck ok fine." art said straightening his posture. "i'm just worried i'll embarrass myself, not do it right" he admitted.

you stared in amusement, slightly smiling "well nobody's perfect the first time" you reply.

"yeah i mean at this rate you'll be a virgin till you're 30 art" patrick teased. you nudged him scolding him without words.

art scratched his head, gaze stuck on the floor "yeah i know" he replies.

"when the last time you did anything with a girl?" patrick asked.

"i'm not sure, i've flirted here and there but haven't been out or kissed any girls for awhile now i think" art admits. his secret was out, there was no point in tip toeing around it. art felt a little more at ease knowing at least you weren't judging him.

"shit maybe you need a refresher" patrick said, his drink resting on his lips. both you and art looked at him confused. there was no hint of sarcasm in his voice. he was plotting something, he wasn't sure if it would actually work but was curious to test the waters.

patrick's gaze going back and forth between you and art, a huge grin growing on his face. "if you're so worried, maybe she can teach you" his head tilting and gesturing to you.

"patrick." art said, tone firm. art wanted more than anything to have a chance with you, but the thought of losing you because of him and patrick's perverse fantasies was too much.

you were caught off guard. sure patrick would make out of pocket jokes and be bold, but the idea interested you. because of patrick's familiar demeanour, it was hard to tell if he was actually being serious, but part of you was willing to risk it.

"i mean, i could help. if you wanted?" you said slow and guarded. unsure if art would be open to it or if it made him uncomfortable. after all, he was your friend.

patrick's smile briefly fell, shocked that you were actually down for it. soon enough his fat smirk returned.

"what?" art said, frozen in his spot.

"like, if you wanted to practice a bit?" you clarify. you worried you were going to scare him off. you were basically offering to take arts virginity for fucks sake. "i can tell you what girls like during sex and stuff... if you want?" you add, a bit of hesitancy.

"yeah i can help too, i know what girls like" patrick adds, nudging arts shoulder with a big smile.

you laughed "yeah i doubt that" you joked. poking fun at patrick, trying to lighten the mood hoping it would ease arts apparent nerves.

patrick sat up, leaning a bit closer. "what want me to prove it?" he retorts teasingly, but he of course was dead serious.

your mouth fell open a bit, stomach turning. you had occasional brief thoughts about art and patrick in a sexual way, which you always fought against, but right now in this moment, you couldn't help but feel the urge to explore it.

staring at patrick, eyes flickering from his smug expression to his bare chest peaking through his unbuttoned shirt. looking to art, seeing his parted mouth, flushed cheeks. you began to feel a bit nervous, body heat rising as you thought about the prospect of it. you, art, patrick. crossing the boundaries of friendship.

you came to, pulling yourself together. "enough" you awkwardly smiled looking at art. "if it's too weird you can say no, i get it" you say.

"no i'm- just, are you sure you'd be comfortable... doing that?" he replied, his face burning.

"yeah! i- i mean it's really no problem.. as long as you're cool with it?" you assured, nervous. he eagerly nodded in reply.

you take one last chug of your drink to settle your own nerves, setting the empty can aside and moving closer to art.

art and patrick watching your every move, mesmerized, in denial that all along you were open to this.

"we can just start with kissing, that ok?" you ask, to which he nods again. his length already hardening in his sweats, anticipating your touch. "mkay" you say, slowly leaning in.

your hands trailing from his chest to his neck, wrapping around as your faces met. noses brushing together, your lips part as you lock lips. you start with light kissing, trying to ease him into it.

patrick watches, lip curled slightly, captivated by the scene before him. still in shock that this was happening but so eager for what's to come.

arts hands find your thigh and waist, you notice his trembling touch. he gently squeezed your thigh causing your breath to hitch from his touch.

you pushed your tongue along the seam of his lips, encouraging him to allow entry. he happily does so, letting out a small grunt. he kissed so gently, so guarded. you could sense his nervousness.

you repositioned, sitting on his lap. both of his hands now clutching your waist as your hands got lost in his hair toying with his curls. the kiss soon intensified, arts erection growing with the sensation of you on him, your hands in his hair. arts kiss becoming greedy, your soft lips against his, your tongues intertwining—he was addicted.

you could feel his hardness beneath you, causing you to smile against his lips. you broke the kiss, feeling lightheaded from the sudden rush of adrenaline.

his eyes opened, looking at you, burning red cheeks. "not half bad" you smiled, hands still tangled in his curls.

you turn to patrick, his face similar to arts. upon seeing your gaze, he shifted his expression.

art let out a shy laugh. still feeling the weight of you on his erection, trying so hard not to display how much it drove him crazy.

patrick was just as turned on as art, if not more. he just wasn't as embarrassed about it as art was.

"you gonna teach me too?" patrick teased, biting his lips waiting for your response.

you noticed the tent in his pants, and how he made no effort to conceal it. typical patrick. "jealous?" you asked smiling.

"very much so," he quickly replied "and hey art can watch, learn a few moves" he winked.

"right, right" you laugh rolling your eyes. but still, you move off of art, his hands falling from your waist, watching as you crawl over to patrick and sit on his lap.

patrick's eyes following yours, hands quickly moving to your waist as he leaned in to close the gap between you two. he wasted no time, jumping at the chance to taste you, something he had thought about so frequently. he hungrily kissed you, his bare chest pressing against you. patrick was all tongue, it was messy in all the right ways, he knew what he was doing matching your pace effortlessly.

his hands brushing your hair away, lips moving along your jaw to your neck, pulling a moan from you. his hand moving to your chest, gently squeezing as he devoured your neck. your hips buck at the sudden touch, patrick grunting in response.

art leaned back, eyes glued to you and patrick. watching the way patrick touched and groped you, how and where he kissed you, your reactions to his touch.

you were starting to understand the so called 'hype' around patrick. he was so messy but passionate all at once, it was intoxicating. his other hand pulled you close again to grind on his hardness, desperate for any kind of friction.

"fuck" he whispered, his lips finding yours again, continuing to become completely lost in you.

art entranced as he watched and listened, becoming so hard it was almost painful. he wanted you so bad.

you pulled away "ok- ok" you say breathlessly, remembering this was also to teach art. patrick leaning back, satisfied at the sight of you on his lap, your heaving chest, it was just like he'd imagined.

patrick bit his lip, turning to art, smiling as he notices how hard he is.

you never imagined you'd ever be doing this with your two best friends, it was exhilarating.

the room was quiet, catching your breath and looking to art. you cleared your throat moving off of patrick.

"see what i did?" patrick asked, but the silence was so consuming. "now you try, do that" he instructed, tilting his head and watching as you inched closer to art.

art let out a shaken breath as his head turned to face you

you moved closer, positioning yourself back on arts lap. arts hands wrap around your back, eyes lost in yours, excitement now overshadowing his nerves.

your lips meet, art using more tongue and exploring your mouth more than before. although it was tame, the passion was there. patrick kissed fast and hot, art was more calculated. comparing the difference in your head turned you on, it was the perfect balance.

art picks up his pace, becoming more handsy as he continued to get caught up in the moment, in you. desperate to nurse his aching erection, he started to grip and grind you onto him, the two of you moaning in unison.

art copied the moves he observed patrick make, kissing your neck and caressing your breasts. in the heat of the moment he slipped his hand under your shirt, desperate to feel the warmth of your tits. you gasp, shivers shooting through you as his cold hands swept over your bare skin. you start to grind against him faster, pleasure washing over you as you squirm and moan against his mouth.

patrick watching, biting his lips as he begins to palm at his clothed erection. he whispers under his breath "fuck", soon moving closer to you two, his hand slipping up your thigh and squeezing.

as art continues to kiss your neck, patrick takes the opportunity to lean in and kiss you. your hand moving to rest on his shoulder. the room soon filling with synchronized moans.

patrick and art all over you, kissing, touching, moaning. the last thing you expected to happen tonight but god it felt so right.

your hand trailed down to patrick's groin, teasing his length through his shorts. he grunts into your mouth, gripping harder on your thigh.

art kisses back up to your lips, all three of you meeting in the middle. patrick moves his hand from your thigh up to rest on arts neck as you all sloppily swap spit.

you divert your path of kisses to arts jaw, and then neck, allowing the two to gain full access to eachother. patrick and art consuming eachother with no hesitation.

you move back slightly, your hands continuing to caress their bodies.

watching patrick and art get lost in eachother, desperately kissing eachother like it was something they've always wanted to do. like it was familiar.

you could feel the fluttering and wetness settled beneath you as you watched them. wanting more. needing more.

your hand settled intertwined in patrick's and arts hair, leaning in to patrick whispering, "you wanna show art how to fuck me?". he responded with a loud moan, goosebumps on his skin hearing your voice, feeling your hot breath tickle his ear. you could see him widely grinning against arts lips.

patrick broke the kiss, still grinning as he saw how flustered and hard art was. patrick filled with nothing but excitement, anticipating the opportunity to live out the fantasies that so often occupied his mind. feeling even more turned on that he was able to do it with art, be a participant in his first time.

patrick stood, holding his hands out to assist in getting you up. you grabbed his hand and rose to your feet, art looking up at you unsure if he should stand. patrick glancing over at him unspoken, instructing art to follow.

patrick eyes you up and down, reaching out to touch your body and leaning in again. patrick slowly kissed you, pushing his body against yours, making sure you could feel how hard he was.

"get on the bed" he whispers. you comply, backing up and positioning yourself to sit on his bed, legs hanging off the edge as patrick and art stood in front of you.

patrick maintained his big smirk as he watched you, art beside him, his lips slightly parted waiting for patrick's guidance.

patrick moved close and slowly pushed your chest, encouraging you to lay down. as you fell back elbows propping you up, patrick's hands trailed down to your shorts. half lidded gaze as he traced his fingers along the fabric, soon pulling them off.

art watches as patrick pulls your shorts off, revealing your lace thong, the wet spot that had formed, your tan line that slightly peaked through from beneath.

patrick places his thumb over the spot, gently rubbing before pulling your panties to the side.

"shit you're soaked" he mutters as his thumb glides over your dripping arousal. you shudder at the touch.

"fuck, art feel how wet she is" patrick says, grabbing arts hand and pulling it to touch your warmth. you twitch at the added fingers, both of them slowly touching and teasing you.

patrick can't help himself, sliding a finger into you and biting his lip as he watches your hole clench around it. adding another finger and watching your head fall back in response.

patrick removes his fingers, looking to art who's seemingly hypnotized by the sight of you. art turns to face patrick, reading his expression without words and continuing to undress you in a group effort.

patrick kneels down, motioning for art to follow. both on their knees, face level with your trembling heat. patrick's hand lightly traces down your thigh earning a light moan from you. he pulls you closer to the edge of the bed, instructing art to put his arm under your left leg as patrick held the other.

you're spread wide open, one leg on arts shoulder, the other on patrick's, their faces inches from your dripping cunt. patrick delves in first, licking up your slick as art observes beside him. you gasp, allowing yourself to fully fall back against the mattress.

patrick gripping your thigh, sucking on your clit and letting out occasional grunts as he tastes you. art can't stand to wait his turn as he watches patrick eat you out, shoving his head in beside patrick's, spreading your thighs as far apart as they can go to make room. arts tongue joining patrick's as they devour your cunt moaning together.

the sensation of the two of them eating your pussy is so good making it easy to ignore how painfully stretched apart your thighs were. ignoring the lingering cramp, too fixated on the sensation of patrick and arts tongues licking all the right spots.

"oh f- fuck" you moan, hips bucking as you feel the vibrations of their simultaneous moans against your cunt. arts grip firm on your thigh now moving further up to lock his hands with yours.

forming any kind of clear thought right now seemed impossible, but feeling arts hand holding yours, all you could think about was how sweet it was, how much more it turned you on.

your eyes fell back into your head, gripping arts hand harder as you were reaching your high. patrick decided he'd let art take the win, moving to kiss your thigh and give art full access to you. art continued, moaning with satisfaction every time you twitched or whined, savouring the taste of you. patrick gripping and mouthing at your thigh, art slowly kissing your clit, as you soon reached your climax moaning arts name.

your grip on arts hand loosened as you finished, panting, thighs shaking from your lingering orgasm and from the strain of being stretched apart so far.

art lifted his head from between your thighs, peeking up seeing your stomachs sudden twitches. patrick moved back to lick up the release dripping from you, catching you off guard. so overstimulated you instinctively try to close your legs, but patrick's firm grip and arts head prevents you from doing so.

"sh- fuck" you whine, patrick smiling against your cunt as he holds your leg back tightly. he moves back and stands, pulling art up with him. patrick just stands and watches as you twitch and squirm, your hands clutching the sheets, heaving chest, desperate to catch your breath.

art climbs on the bed settling beside you, patrick following on the opposite side, huge grin. you pull yourself together as best as you can, still cursing under your breath as you fix your position.

"h-how was that" art asks, eagerly waiting for your response. you breathlessly laugh, unsure how art could be so oblivious to how much of a mess you were already.

you look to him smiling, face hot. "you did great art" you assured, moving your thumb to his chin wiping the mix of spit and your arousal from his skin. his lips curled into a smile.

both sprawled beside you, patrick traces his fingers along your bare skin, eyes scanning your body. you turned to face patrick, seeing his gaze fixed on your body, the tent in his pants. turning back to art, his erection. the look in their eyes, still desperate to explore more of you.

patrick moves in to kiss your shoulder. soon enough, the pair is all over you again, touching and kissing your exposed skin.

"wanna fuck you so bad" patrick whispers as he slides his hand under your top, squeezing your tit. "mm me too" art moans against your skin.

"yeah? fuck-" you breathe out, shivering.

"can we?" patrick asks, hot breath against your skin. you nod eagerly, breathing heavily again.

you all sit up, hastily removing each others clothes. you had seen them shirtless in the past at tennis camp and various matches—for fucks sake patrick practically lived with his shirt off—but seeing them fully undressed in their dimly lit dorm room, the way their muscles flexed after each movement, the sweat that glistened on their skin, getting a glimpse of their hard cocks, swollen tips dripping precum—part of you wished arts virginity secret came to light years ago.

patrick and art taking turns occupying your mouth, greedily kissing you. once you took off your top and bra they wasted no time, diving in to grope and suck on your tits.

again lying down, patrick and art at each side, hands tangled in their hair as they worshipped your now naked body, rutting into you and groaning with each noise they pulled from you.

through tangled limbs, you manage to move your hands to wrap around their aching cocks.

"shit-"

"oh fuck"

whimpering against your skin finally getting relief as you pump their cocks. arts hand grasping your arm, patrick clutching your thigh, getting off at the feeling of your soft touch and the sounds of each others grunts and whines.

still feeling that sliver of your high when you continuously realized you were jerking off your two best friends as they breathlessly moaned your name. realizing that all these years you had been missing out on experiencing this, and that all along they were into you.

"need to fuck you- shit-" patrick moans.

you smile, releasing their length from your hands. "who wants to go first?" you reply, patrick just smirks motioning to art. as much patrick wanted to be first up, he knew art couldn't wait much longer and if he was being honest, the thought of fucking you after art filled you with his cum turned him on even more.

you notice patrick nod to art, you turn to him. "you wanna fuck me first art?" you ask, it gave you butterflies saying it out loud.

"uh su- yes" he stuttered, still a little out of it from how good your hand felt around his cock.

you mistake arts stuttering for nerves, leaning in to comfort him with a peck and then whispering "don't be nervous art, you've been doing so good”

you move your head back to meet his gaze, his face red and sweaty “really?” he asks shy. “god yes” you reply.

you reposition, hovering over patrick as art moves behind you lining himself up. your head dips to kiss patrick’s chest, his hand moving to grasp a fistful of your hair.

arts hands rest on your waist as he slowly enters you, you gasp against patrick’s skin. art stops “sorry does it hurt?!” he quickly asks, patrick lets out a small laugh then biting his lip.

“no no, keep going-“ you reassured quick. art resumes, keeping a slow pace as he stretches you out, letting out pornographic moans as he slips further into your tight warmth.

“oh fu- art” you moan, the side of your face resting on patrick’s chest as you grip his biceps. patrick’s one hand in your hair, the other snug on his dick, slowly stroking watching and listening to the two of you come undone.

art moans your name, “you feel so good” he groaned, his face scrunched, gaze fixated down, watching as his length disappeared into you, fastening his pace, loosing all control.

patrick tugs your hair pulling your head up, wanting to watch the faces you make as art fucks you. “you look so beautiful when you’re getting fucked. god” he mumbles. your mouth agape, loud and breathy moans escaping you. patrick’s gaze switching between you and art, unable to decide which of you looks prettier when you’re all fucked out.

“shit- i’m so close art” you whine, patrick grins wide removing his cock from his grip and travelling up to tease your clit with his digits.

“fuck-“ you gasp, hips stuttering against arts cock as patrick continues to overstimulate you. arts grip on your waist tightening at the sudden movements, nearing his orgasm.

“shit-“ he moans your name again “mm’ gonna cum” he mumbles incoherently, thrusting into you faster.

the pleasure washing over you is numbing, your eyes fluttering as art continuously hit the right spot. patrick watching your face as you reach your climax, worried he’ll cum from just the sight.

art feeling your pussy desperately clenching around him sends him over the edge, releasing stuttered moans as his cock spills inside you.

“so fucking pretty” patrick says looking at your beet red cheeks, beads of sweat forming on your pleasure filled face.

art slowly removes his length from you, his cum dripping out and onto the sheets.

the silence broken with the sounds of you and art panting, body heat through the roof as you both attempt to catch your breath.

patrick instructs you to stay in that position, asking art to switch spots. of course patrick would give you a minute to rest before being ruined further.

your ass still stuck out in the air, your head rested on arts heaving chest as you pulled yourself together for patrick. “you fucked me s’good art” you breath out, leaning your face to meet his, half lidded stare.

arts lips parting as he lifted his head closer to kiss you. messily and lazily swapping spit, you bit his lip earning a grunt from him. you smiled against his lips.

patrick from behind you soon teasing your entrance with his tip, biting his lip as he sees the dripping release from art seeping out. he quickly thrusts in causing you to gasp into arts mouth. you move your face back as patrick continues to switch his pace from fast to slow, teasing your already overstimulated cunt.

“so fucking tight shit-“ he mutters, mercilessly fucking into you. unable to form a coherent thought or full word. “sh- fu-“ you moan.

patrick moves back until just his tip is barely in you. you whine, body slightly trembling from the sudden loss. he fully removes his cock, watching your desperate pussy gripping around nothing.

your face buried in arts chest again, his fingers sweeping through your semi tangled hair.

patrick guides his aching tip through your folds, watching with a satisfied smile as you twitch each time it reached your clit. “your pussy is so perfect” he moans.

he slowly pushes back into your warmth, groaning as he stretched you out. thrusting quick and calculated, hands firmly griping your ass.

the sound of skin slapping, grunts and moans as patrick continued to pound into you. “fu- patrick-“ you cry out. “gonna cum?” he asks panting to which you quickly nod as you moan.

“shit- art watch her face when she cums, so fucking hot” he moans, stuttering as he feels your warmth tighten.

“look at me” art instructs, biting his lip in anticipation. you’re so wrecked fully processing arts request long after he spoke and propping yourself up with your arms to face him.

you can feel your orgasm creeping up, gaze looking down at arts face with half lidded eyes, mouth agape. cumming so hard you swear you can see stars. art admiring your expressions as you lose yourself.

patrick fucks you through your orgasm, soon finishing inside of you as your pussy desperately clenched around his cock.

“oh fuckk” he groans. pulling out of you and crawling off the bed to grab a towel and clean you up.

your limbs feel like jello, whining from the overstimulation. you collapse on art sighing loud and turning to lie beside him.

patrick returns, climbing over to you, cleaning up the mix of release from all three of you spilling out. you wince as patrick gently cleans your aching pussy.

you all change back into your clothes, falling asleep tangled in between the pair in their dorm room.

a week later, you are all moved back home for the summer break. you’ve felt nervous ever since that night. not because you were uncomfortable, but because now it was all you could think about.

taking arts virginity, patrick helping to teach art how to please and fuck you. the two guys you’ve been best friends with for years arguing to almost everyone that you were just best friends, fucking you till you passed out.

you hadn’t spoken much since returning home, a few casual texts here and there. unsure how to move forward after pushing so far past the boundaries. but one thing you were sure of, you looked forward to the next time the three of you would cross the line of your ‘strictly platonic’ friendship.

dividers - @cursed-carmine

A/N:

i apologize if there was repetitive words i was lowk tired af when i finished writing/editing this

also took forever for me to finish this i’ve been procrastinating hehe

again ty for 70 followers, feel free to send in any fic requests !!

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goatedgeek · 17 days ago

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FOR YOU (PATRICK ZWEIG X READER) - PT 2

summary: after saturday night, patrick cannot shake you from his mind. trying to figure out a way to contact you—a way to show you how much he wants you.

warnings: smut, college!reader, college!patrick, sexual thoughts, fingers in mouth, sexual tension, groping, dom!reader, sub!patrick, handjob, oral, fingering, unprotected sex all that jazz ‼️

word count: 6.1k (got a little carried away hehe)

part 1 - here

It had been 2 nights since the party. since patrick.

That night was stuck on loop in your head. the way he looked at you, the moans you pulled from him, how hard he got for you. a little bit of alcohol—well a lot actually— and you were living out a sliver of your fantasies. while you were excited and proud, soon enough the realization hit. this is patrick, a known player. god he probably forgot about you the second another girl caught his eye. getting a glimpse of your fantasies was thrilling but you knew getting caught up in it was not rational.

god. being excited about patrick wanting to fuck was like applauding a dog for barking.

patrick had not forgotten. it was all he could think about. he felt humbled, he was used to being the one in control, being the tease, girls jumping at the chance to fuck him. the night of the party he expected the same, nothing more nothing less. but when you engaged and left him hanging he was caught off guard, intrigued, wanting more. he was determined to win you over, but first he had to find a way to reach you.

you walked over to the dining hall to meet your friend jordyn. she was a part of the group and one of your closest friends at stanford. despite being close you never told her about your secret crush on patrick, was not something you were proud of for obvious reasons.

you made small talk, giving little updates about coursework and upcoming plans for winter break. you felt at ease up until she started asking about the party on saturday.

"yeah i wish i could've gone, sounded fun from how they described it" she said.

"it was honestly just average," you replied. sure, average party until you were sat outside smoking a cigarette and feeling patrick up. "you didn't miss much" you laughed, hoping the subject would be short lived, oh how you were wrong.

jordyn just smiled, having pre existing assumptions about your night and seeing you describe it as 'average'. "you sure about that?" she said teasingly. this threw you, how could she know? you weren't stupid, you knew it was possible someone had seen the two of you but you assumed it wouldn't be a hot topic because of patrick's whore tendencies—he was always flirting with and kissing girls at parties. and not enough people knew you to gossip, there would be no actual shock to anyone outside of your friend group.

you looked up at her confused "what do you mean?". you grew nervous.

"welll i heard patrick zweig has been asking about you" she said laughing. what the fuck. you threw your hand to your mouth, shocked. "so what's the story there?" she inquired.

"what do you mean he's asking about me?" you tried to act clueless. you worried about how your friends would react to finding out about you and patrick. they know how picky you are about men and the strong opinions you have about hookup culture, would they judge you for going for someone as shallow as patrick?.

"you know leah's boyfriend?" you nodded in reply. "well i guess he's good friends with art donaldson, and leah told me patrick was asking him about you" she added, just as surprised as you seemed.

"hm, that's.. weird" you replied trying to be non chalant about it continuing to eat your food. jordyn's eyes were stuck on you, suspicious about how 'chill' you were acting upon hearing this.

"well?!" she laughed. "did he talk to you at the party or.."

you became more nervous. trying to figure out how to respond, trying to process that patrick was asking about you. your curiosity burned, but you had to stay focused.

"i honestly have no idea, i've never spoken to him before" you lied through your teeth. praying it was convincing enough to conclude the topic and move on.

"strange" jordyn's eyes wandered, trying to figure out the reason behind patrick's interest. "maybe it was a miscommunication" she added.

"probably, i don't see why patrick would be asking about me" you replied. jordyn leaned her head on her fist, a sudden huge smirk growing.

"orrr maybe he's plotting on you" she joked, to which you rolled your eyes playfully in reply "yeah right"

"what did he even ask, did leah say?" you asked. you couldnt dismiss your curiosity any longer.

jordyn was looking down at her phone scrolling "i think he was asking for your socials or something," "that's what it sounded like when leah told me"

"weird" you looked over at your phone, an urge to check it and see if he had managed to find you. you've had your notifications for social media's turned off for awhile, in attempt avoid getting too caught up or distracted with doomscrolling—so really, if he had found your socials you wouldn't know.

jordyn looked up at you malicious smile displayed on her face. it was as if she just heard your inner monologue, you knew exactly what was coming next. shit.

"so wait have you gotten any messages?" she inquired.

"i haven't seen anything so" you replied shrugging. that definitely wasn't enough to convince her.

"you should check" she suggested teasingly. you let out a shaky breath. there was no getting out of this one. as you picked up your phone you could only hope your inbox would be empty. jordyn stood up from her chair, walking behind you to hover over your shoulder.

you opened instagram, and sure enough, patrick had succeeded in getting ahold of your socials.

pzweig followed you

pzweig sent a message request:

“ does this count as 'figuring it out' lol “

fuck. the message itself is telling. how the fuck were you going to explain this to jordyn? the rest of your friends?

jordyn gasped, laughing. "what does he mean by that??"

"ok fine, yes he talked to me at the party." you admitted. "he asked for my number and i shut him down" you tried to bend the truth.

"why didn't you say something before" jordyn asked smirking

"because it's embarrassing, i don't know why he's persisting" you replied hoping to redeem yourself.

"good on you, steer clear from him he's such a slut!” she laughed.

after spiralling, you decided to follow him back and reply.

" haha hey “

you couldn't help yourself, wouldn't hurt to just see… for fun?… right?

he replied a few minutes after

pzweig

“ so you gonna let me take you out? “

it was obvious he was trying to reclaim his dominance. he's used to getting what he wants, he expects you to fold immediately, and you don't want to give him that satisfaction—you ignore him, wondering how far he'd go to get what he wants.

tuesday rolls around.

like always, you set up a blanket under a tree on the quad. yes obviously to peek at patrick, but overtime you have grown to really enjoy working on schoolwork outside, it was a win win.

you set up your computer, textbook handy beside you along with the rest of your notes. you put your headphones in and got to work.

you occasionally glance over to the spot where patrick and art always hangout, waiting for their arrival. you had picked a spot a bit further back than usual, telling yourself you hoped patrick wouldn't see you—but honestly you secretly hoped he would, curious to see what he'd do.

eventually they sat, and eventually, patrick noticed you. ditching art to seize the opportunity, he began walking over. you quickly looked back at your computer as he got closer.

you could see his figure growing closer in your peripheral, heart rate rapidly increasing. patrick approached you, determined to bug you about his texts being ignored, to understand your sudden lack of interest.

he bent down pulling your headphone off one ear "hey you". you remove your headphones looking over at him "oh, hi". his hair was wet, freshly showered from tennis practice, small beading drops occasionally falling from the strands—god he looks hot.

"can i sit?" he asked smiling, his eyes wandered at the blanket with scattered papers and other supplies.

you inhaled deeply, he was so close. his cologne overwhelmed your senses, assaulting your nose in the most intoxicating way. "uhh sure" you neatly arranged your mess of notes, making a spot for him to sit.

he watched as you made room for him, just as intoxicated as you were. he stood up walking over to the open spot, sitting down in front of you. stupid smirk visible.

"so," his eyes wandering up and down your body, identifying every bare body part. you had your focus back on the screen of your computer, trying to look busy. "no text back?" he finished.

"yeah, been busy with school" you replied, making a quick glance at him, continuing to switch through google tabs and type.

"hm" he said, unsure of if you truly were no longer interested in him—regardless, it only made him want you more. he slid his hand to rest just above your knee, causing you to slightly jump.

when you looked back up at him he was smiling, shit. you weren't sure how to act around him, you had never expected this to happen— that patrick fucking zweig would be pining for you. obviously you wanted him and sure maybe you were just as bad as patrick for lusting over him, but the thought of being added to the long list of women he's slept with and ghosted irked you. it felt degrading.

if patrick wanted to fuck you—and he so clearly wanted to—he was gonna have to earn it. it would have to be on your terms.

you rolled your eyes when you saw him smile at your reaction, slightly flashing a smile back.

he continued to gently squeeze your thigh. "so what're you working on" he inquired.

"research paper" you replied. it was hard to focus on your work when patrick was touching you, but you tried your hardest to continue looking busy—to avoid giving him further satisfaction that his playboy antics had any kind of effect on you.

"nice, what for?" he added. you couldn't tell if he was actually interested or just pretending as a way to seem like a decent guy. you vaguely explained, keeping your guard up.

"oh that's cool. what's your major?" he asked. while your assumption about patrick's typical facade with women was accurate, with you he was being genuine. usually patrick would make small talk, pretend to give a shit. but he was interested about your studies, he was interested in you. he wanted to know more about you. figure you out.

you told him your major, eyes still glued to your computer, occasionally glancing over at him when you reached for your notes beside you. he could sense the wall you were building around yourself, it just made him want to break through it even more.

you continued with your short answers to his questions expecting awkward silence when he ran out of attempts to act like he actually cared, but he kept persisting. questioning. all while still touching your thigh like it was some kind of stress toy.

if your focus wasn't thrown before it definitely was now. your mind drew a blank staring at your computer, running out of ways to look busy—to avoid his eyes. patrick's touch clouding your mind with perverted thoughts.

you gave in to his stare leaning your head against the tree, continuing to explain and being more specific than before. you rambled on about your field of study, answering his continuous questions.

patrick was even more attracted to you. listening to you talk so passionately about something so simple was hot. he's never been super into school, always more focused with tennis. you seemed so smart, he felt a little nervous even. he was completely taken in by you.

you realized how much you were talking and concluded it, glancing over at him. patrick was starstruck, his hand that was idle resting on your thigh suddenly gripping it while he smiled. "shit you're smart" is all he could manage to say, his other hand brushing through his hair.

you laughed, clocking his apparent nerves. "well i mean it is my major, I'm supposed to be super knowledgeable about it" you replied. you looked back over at your computer, regaining the little focus that remained in you.

patrick laughed, repositioning himself to lay on his stomach beside you, arms propping him up to continue looking at you. "you seem different than the other night" he mentioned while aimlessly looking at the loose papers in front of him.

"well, i was drunk" you scoffed, continuing to scroll on your laptop.

"hm" he moved to lay on his side, one hand reaching back to your exposed thigh, tracing circles.

you continued working on your paper. patrick, busy studying your body like it was his own research assignment. you looked over at him and his eyes were staring straight into yours. almost innocent looking, but god he was far from it. his thoughts just as perverted as yours.

just like the other night, silence consumed the two of you. patrick picking clovers from the grass, lining them on your thigh followed by an occasional grab in attempt to get any reaction from you. he was growing impatient, watching as you brushed off every attempt keeping a straight faced stare at your screen.

with each touch, it made it harder to ignore him. flutters forming in your lower stomach, mind flipping through all the possible scenarios. almost wanting to moan feeling him caress your thigh, thinking about him spreading your legs and eating you out right there on the quad. you were a wreck, but of course you weren't gonna let patrick see that.

he didn't understand the sudden switch up. you seemed so interested at the party. the ignored texts, the dismissals happening in this moment, only fueled the burning desire he felt. the need. it was starting to feel like a game to him, to win your attention. to win you. you brought something out of patrick he never knew existed.

your demeanour was deceiving, patrick had no idea just how much he was turning you on.

his hands trailed up and down your legs, biting his lip at the sight of goosebumps spreading across your skin. the satisfaction from the sight wasn't enough for him, he wanted more validation from you. he wanted you to want him.

you teased him, breaking the stare at your screen to meet his eyes. looking down at him almost laughing and getting off on how needy he was being, the obstacles he was jumping through just to keep your attention on him.

"let me take you out tonight" he asks smirking up at you.

"i've got homework" you lied. as fun as this was to see patrick so desperate, you weren't gonna give in that easily.

"ok how about after?" he quickly replies.

"i'll probably be tired" you add.

patrick continues to persist, trying to find loopholes in your excuses. your body heat and arousal rising, seeing his desperation to take you out, his pleading eyes.

you shut him down each time. "maybe some other time"

you notice patrick's erection, his efforts to conceal and adjust it. he eventually lies on his stomach again, arms holding him up. he continues to touch your body, "take a break from your assignment i'm bored" he says, sliding his hand on your lap under your computer—completely robbing your focus with the sudden unstable movements of your laptop.

"please" he adds. it sent shivers through your body. fine, shit he wins.

you moved your laptop to the side letting out a sigh and turning to face him. lazily leaned up against the tree, drunk with lust, watching as he leans his head down to kiss your hand.

as he gently kissed your hand the idea sparked. you slowly pulled back till your fingertips brushed his lips. testing the waters you pushed his lips apart with your middle and ring finger, making slow entry.

patrick looks up at you half lidded, further widening his mouth to allow your fingers to fill the space. he happily takes it, slowly sucking and slightly gagging on your digits, moaning as he tastes you.

you smirk as you watch him. playboy patrick so desperate for you, desperate enough to suck on your fingers in public, broad fucking daylight. taking anything you are willing to give him. feeling your arousal begin to pool as you watch him. the sounds he's making for you.

you and patrick in your own world, not a single fuck given, not a care or worry for if people passing by were watching this unfold.

you removed your fingers from his mouth reaching up to grip his hair, his head dipping to kiss your exposed thighs. sloppily kissing your skin, moaning as you tangle your fingers through his hair. you just watch in awe, patrick's submission giving you a feeling of bliss

your watch flashes on, revealing the time—20 minutes until your next lecture.

you stop him, moving your hand under his chin lifting his head up to meet your gaze. "i've gotta go" you smile. patrick almost groans from dissapointment. your teasing once again, had patrick rock hard. stupid and desperate, and he had barely even gotten a taste of you. he wanted more. needed more.

he watched as you packed up, struggling to think straight—he felt high. "can i see you tonight?" he asks.

you looked side to side, heavily debating skipping your lecture to relieve the building pleasure in you because fuck patrick was turning you on. "we'll see" you replied.

he lets out a quiet groan, visibly disappointed, defeated. leaning on his side, hands massaging and gripping your thighs hoping to change your mind. he buries his head into your thigh like it's a pillow. he knows he looks pathetic, but he didn't care—embarrassment was worth it for you. his previous hesitation and intimidation from you was long gone, how could he resist when you are right in front of him. pulling out this submission from him little by little. he was crazy for you.

- 7:02 PM

you finally arrived back to your dorm, dark and silent. unpacking your bag, turning on some music to feel less alone with the absence of your roommate, and hopping in the shower in attempt to wash away the lust that lingered on your skin from the interaction with patrick earlier today.

- 8:30 PM

music lowly played in your room as you opened instagram, scrolling through your feed, noticing the notification in your inbox. you lied to patrick about having homework. you very much value having time to lounge and relax so you finished assignments as soon as you could. it helped that you actually enjoyed your field of study. it came easy

patrick had messaged you hours ago.

pzweig:

" so? “

“ you free tn? “

it made you laugh to see him acting all non chalant, as if he wasn’t practically swallowing your fingers on the quad earlier.

" idk im kinda tired " you lied. god you so badly wanted to fuck him stupid.

he replied almost instantly

pzweig:

" really? "

" y/n. “

" i want you. “

" is that so? " you replied, continuing your teasing. god even his desperate texts turned you on.

pzweig:

“ god obviously. can’t get it off my mind ”

you bit your lip as your read his message. instinctively squeezing your thighs together.

pzweig:

" what residence building are you in? “

" let me come over "

" what'd you want to do if you came over? " you replied, acting clueless.

pzweig:

" seriously? “

“ literally anything you want. god i just need you. “

fuck. how can you say no.

" i'm in building C "

" 3rd floor, room 14 "

" be here in 10 mins or ill change my mind. "

pzweig:

" fuck. “

" yes "

" on my way "

your mind raced. the thought of ruining patrick the anticipation, removed all logic from you. you had totally forgotten about your roommate. she wasn't home, you weren't entirely sure exactly where she was. it was getting late, maybe she was at a friends? her boyfriends? jesus fucking christ hopefully.

"hey are you coming home tonight?" you messaged, pacing around your room eyes darting between the time and the message you sent. waiting for the dots to appear. god you were so nervous and excited, wanting to scream. replaying patrick's antics earlier today, how pathetic he looked and how much it got you off.

valerie:

" hey! at my friends working on a project, don't think we'll be done for awhile so i'll probably stay over. i'll keep you updated “

thank fucking god.

you could already feel the wetness between your legs—imagining patrick's naked body, those begging eyes, his moans. and fuck how big his dick really was, how hard he'd be for you. you couldn't wait.

knock knock knock knock knock

5 quick knocks. 2 minutes early.

your stomach turned, walking to the door, opening it to a panting and sweaty patrick leaned against the frame.

"wow didn't think you'd be here in less than 10 minutes," you laughed looking him up and down "how far is your dorm?" you asked, eyes meeting his. he breathlessly replied, naming a building near the law sector. your eyes widened.

"jesus that's like a 20 minute walk" you replied with shock.

"yeah," he pants "i ran"

god. patrick turned what's normally a 20 minute trip into 8 minutes, all for you. you did say if patrick wanted to fuck you he’d have to earn it… this sure seemed like enough to do it. "fuck" you muttered, again scanning his body, the glistening sweat, his heaving chest.

you yanked the collar of his shirt, pulling him into your dorm, throwing the door shut and pushing him against it as it closed. he grunted.

your face inches away from his, mouths slightly open sharing eachothers air. patrick's tongue desperately reaching for yours still trying to catch his breath when you finally gave in.

both of his hands resting on your waist. his tongue swirling in your mouth, sloppily and greedily kissing. you bit his lip, halting the kiss, his hands falling to squeeze your ass as he groaned for more.

"god you want to fuck me that bad?" you teased, your heavy breathing swallowed by up by his as he continued to grope your ass.

"god yes please" he whined, pulling your body to clash with his "you are so fucking perfect" he added, unable to wait another second, need in his voice.

your hands trailed from his neck down his muscled arms, gripping his wrist pulling him to your room. you led him to your bed pushing him, he sank onto the bed as you stood in front of him.

it was surreal. patrick sitting on the same bed you touched yourself to the thought of him on. the perverted fantasies you created in your head and played on loop late at night, all stemming in the room he was currently sitting in. patrick innocently wide eyed, sitting and catching his breath, waiting for your next move.

you leaned in, hands sneaking up his shirt feeling his warm, sweaty skin. you buried your face into his neck. "oh fuck" he muttered shakingly, hands gripping your waist. you slowly kissed along his jaw moving to his neck, sucking and nipping leaving faint marks. tasting the cigarette and cologne scent that stuck to his skin, feeling his throat vibrate with each noise you pulled from him.

patrick. a guy extremely against hickeys unless he was the one giving them, didn't even try to stop you from marking him up, because it was you. happily accepting whatever the fuck you were willing to give or do to him.

you lifted your head halting to face his, eyes half lidded. your hands fell to his jeans "take off your clothes" you whispered lightly biting his lip again, a wide grin creeping onto his face.

he wasted no time, shuffling out of his clothes in mere seconds until he was in just boxers. you just watched, stomach fluttering at the sight of his sweaty toned body. dick so hard it could rip the thin fabric of his boxers. he was leaned back on your bed, undressing you with his eyes, heart racing in anticipation.

you crawled onto him, patrick sitting up eyes following yours. you had him so down bad he felt like he couldn't think straight, clueless like he had forgotten how to fuck. being around you made him feel flustered, his egotistical and playboy persona vanishing with the slightest tease or touch. he needed you to teach him, tell him what to do.

his hands brushed up your thighs, past and under your shorts to clutch your ass. his gaze faltering, looking down and fixating between your legs.

you were sat right on his dick. his erection speaking for him, you could feel how much he wanted you. slowly, you started to grind on him, hands wrapped around his neck. feeling the moisture continuing to build below you, breathing heavy at the friction, becoming more aroused from just his reaction.

"fuucckkk" he hissed. hands suddenly gripping harder on your ass, guiding you back and forth desperate to go faster, lose all control—but obviously you wouldn't let him.

pleasure washed through you with each movement, the room filling with synchronized moaning and shuddering. you could feel patrick trying to fasten the pace so you stop, grabbing both of his wrists and pushing them aside and dipping your tongue to his neck again. you licked up his neck pulling shuddering breaths and deep moans. "fuck patrick you're so greedy" you whispered into his ear.

"i- m'sorry" he said breathy, almost incoherent. body trembling with just the feeling of your breath hitting his skin. he turned to face you, "i just- fuck i need you" he added, mouth wide, scanning your body straddled on his.

you get off him, reaching your hand to palm at his clothed dick, wet spot stained the fabric. tracing around his erection, teasing him, feeding the growing satisfaction in you watching his reaction to your touch. "mm you're so hard for me patrick" you say gripping his cock through his boxers, leaning in to meet his lips messily kissing. patrick continues to moan, arms still sat beside him, hands gripping the sheets.

you slowly pull his boxers down, his dick springing up, swollen tip leaking with precum. his dick was bigger than you had imagined. his body was fucking perfect. patrick still slightly leaned back, half lidded eyes, brows scrunched from the overwhelming pleasure—and you two had just barely started.

you motioned for him to reposition and lay on the bed. you removed your loose shorts and tee, patrick biting his lip seeing your exposed tits. as you climbed back onto patrick he noticed the wetness seeping through your panties, his cock twitched.

positioned on top of patrick, you kissed down his chest, gripping and feeling his biceps as you slowly moved further down. his one hand moving to clutch yours, other hand up to his head gripping his hair.

as you reached his cock, you used your free hand wrapping it around his length. slowly moving it up and down, soaking in every noise drawn from him. patrick squeezing your hand tighter with each movement. he was a fucking wreck and god you loved it

you leaned down, slowly swirling your tongue around his tip, teasingly tasting up and down his leaking cock. patrick painfully clutching your hand, whimpering, muttering “oh fuck fu-fuck”

after taking your sweet fucking time teasing him, you opened wide, filling your mouth taking as much of him as you could. patrick bucked his hips up in response, moaning loud. you gag at the jarring movement, eyes stinging and watering with how full your mouth was.

you continued sucking his dick with a steady pace. patrick moans, nothing short of pornographic, moving his hand in his hair to prop himself up and watch as you take him. inch by inch. tears streaming down your eyes, spit dripping down your chin as you take his length.

“fuck i’m so close” patrick moaned, releasing your hand from his grip to brush through your hair instead. you lifted your head slowly licking up, his cock twitching in response, patrick whipping his head back releasing broken moans.

you stop and sit up, watching him moan and squirm at the loss. you moved to lay beside him, his hand trailing down to relieve the building pressure he felt. you quickly pull his hand back, looking up at him smirking “so selfish aren’t you” you teased. patricks hips slowly moving up desperately searching for some kind of relief from the almost-orgasm robbed from him.

your hand moving up to his jaw pulling him to face you. pure agony displayed on his face, so fucked out. he turned his body to meet yours, hand darting to your waist to pull you close. “it hurts, fuck-” he complains.

you bite your lip, hand wrapping up around his neck pulling his hot red face to yours “be patient patrick” you laugh “so fucking needy” you kiss him.

sharing spit, tongues intertwining, completely devouring eachother. “need you” patrick mumbles, his hand suddenly inching into your panties as your moans are swallowed up by one another. your hold on his neck migrated, getting lost in his curls, gripping hard as his fingers slide through your folds. “fuck your soaked” he says, slowly inserting his finger into your warmth. you gasp moaning into his mouth.

“mm i want you” he says adding a second finger, watching in awe at the pure bliss on your face. you pulled his curls hard. patrick’s fingers curling inside of you, feeling and hearing how wet you were, wanting more. “sit on my face” he asks, desperate to taste you, to please you.

you regain your focus, locking eyes with his. “please fuck.” he pleads, removing his fingers and attempting to pull your panties down. you smile at his begging.

“yeah?” you tease, assisting him in taking off your panties. “want you to cum on my face baby please” he begs, rubbing circles on your now exposed cunt, feeling your slick and biting his lip at the sight.

you twitched as he touched you, moaning at his pleads. you got up crawling and positioning yourself above his head, towering over him. excitement present on his face, eager to taste you.

his arms wrapped around your thighs. you slowly lowered yourself down, feeling his breaths on your cunt giving you shivers all over, nipples hard.

patrick licked up and down your folds, moaning as he tasted your arousal. his moans vibrated against your cunt pulling moans from your mouth. he sucked and flicked his tongue causing you to twitch, eyes fluttering. “fuck.” you moaned “such a good fucking slut aren’t you” you continued, patrick grunting louder, gripping harder on your thighs.

“so pathetic,” you grinded on his face “begging for my pussy” he continued to moan at every dig, getting off on the degrading comments. he picked up his pace, swirling his tongue around your clit, hands pulling you down harder against him. “god fuck-“ you moan, body shaking at the rush of pleasure building throughout you.

patrick stops, adjusting and flipping you onto your back, kissing down your stomach back to your cunt. his face covered in your arousal, sloppily tonguing your pussy, moaning as he tastes you.

“so desperate for me aren’t you” you moan, hands digging in his head of curls tugging tightly. your comments drive him crazy, his dick is so hard he’s subtly rutting into the mattress to soothe the growing pressure, moaning into your cunt.

he starts to finger you as his tongue flicks and sucks your clit, loud rasping moans slipping from you as your climax builds. “such a-“ you gasp “good fucking boy”. patrick can feel your walls tensing around his fingers and picks up the pace. his increasingly fast pace mixed with slow moans against your cunt was enough to pull your orgasm out of you. your body shook, patrick removing his fingers and licking up all that you release greedily.

he kisses back up your stomach up to your tits, admiring them before licking and sucking on them. patrick moans as he does so “fuck so perfect” leaving small hickeys across your chest.

you pull him up to your level, laying side by side, warm lips smashing together. you reach for his swollen length, gently and slowly jerking him. he shudders, hand reaching back to your clit rubbing circles, matching your pace. dialogue filled with nothing but panting breaths and stuttered moans. patrick wanting so badly to cum feeling your soft hands on his cock, hearing your faint whines against his mouth.

“fuck- fuck me” he requests, hands trailing to squeeze your tits, eyes locked on yours glimmering with desperation. you smiled against his lips, hastily rolling on top of him.

head leaned low hovering over his, hands reaching to grip his neck. “what was that?” you teased.

“please fuck me” he repeated with a hoarse voice “please” begging with an agonizing whine

you laughed, positioning yourself on his cock. his hands resting on your hips, expecting you to continue teasing him, but you abruptly sank down taking all of his length. patrick cried out feeling paralyzed with pleasure, his face burning.

you continue to move up and down steadily, feeling waves of pleasure washing over you as you’re further stretched out by him. patrick’s fingers digging into your ass, overstimulated.

“such a whore” you spat “ fucking knew you liked being degraded” you taunted, riding his dick as he surrendered all of him to you. he mumbles incoherently, eating up your insults chasing his high.

you leaned down low, slowing down, your hole tightly gripping on his length “bet you’ve been dreaming about this, fantasizing about me fucking you like this”

“yes yes fuck,” he moaned “since saturday night fu-“ he breathed out.

“desperate for my fucking attention, asking about me, you continued. “all so you could get me in bed and let me treat you like shit?” you whispered, inches from his scrunched face.

“yes-“ “need you so bad-“ “it’s all i’ve been- thinking about” his response broken and stuttered through his moans.

this felt like a fucking dream. for both of you. but especially you. patrick had zero clue that you had been getting off to the thought of this for months. “fucking knew it” you laughed. seeing his chest heave, shaky breaths, desperate moans, voice trembling. just like how you imagined it.

you sat back upright, fixing your pace to speed up, his hands darting up to squeeze your tits “gonna cum for me?” you taunt, noticing his fluttering eyes and faltering breaths.

he nods mumbling and moaning, mouth widening as he comes undone inside of you. you continue aggressively riding him watching as he continuously rolls his eyes back, cock throbbing inside you filling you with his warmth, both of your broken moans spilling throughout the room.

“fu- fuck” he trembled, hands falling to your thighs. you slowly lifted off of him, his cum spilling out. you collapsed beside him, both of you sitting in silence catching your breath.

patrick gathering his thoughts, concluding that sex with you was the best he’s ever had. he didn’t care how pathetic he looked, you awakened this in him and he was addicted. smirking to himself already imagining his next sexual encounter with yo—his train of thought interrupted by the sight of you climbing off your bed.

throwing his clothes at him, reaching for yours and changing back into them. he slightly sat up watching in confusion. you stopped, looking back at him.

“i have an early class tomorrow” you informed, resuming putting on your clothes. patrick still gawking, not fully understanding your point.

“get dresssed?” you answered, letting out a small but short lived laugh. you got what you wanted out of him.

“oh. ok” he replied visibly disappointed, causing a subtle grin to creep up onto your face.

you both finished changing and you led him to the door, opening it gesturing for him to leave. his hand met your waist, head leaning down to kiss you. you slightly dodged allowing for him to only peck your cheek. he left.

you both felt extremely satisfied, you more so. living out your fantasy, patrick obsessed and willing to do anything. patrick was hoping this wasn’t just a one time thing, hoping he’d have this encounter again—and god he’d do anything for it, for you.

DIVIDERS - @cursed-carmine

A/N:

im sorry i am way to lazy to go back and capitalize everything 🙏

sorry this took so long to finish, been busy and was feeling a little lazy hehe. also sorry if some of the descriptions are like repetitive or if there’s mistakes, i was tired editing this 😪

i apologize for how long this part is compared to the first one, debated separating this into a third part but thought why not keep it as one.

anywaysss hope u guys like it, please feel free to send art or patrick x reader requests i need some inspo hehe ‼️

#challengers #challengers 2024 #patrick zweig #josh o'connor #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig smut #patrick zweig x you

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