#saintzweig asks ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

[saintzweig]

This is gonna be such a wild ask, but it’s inspired by a tiktok so don’t blame me. It’s a universal experience for some of us that as kids in school, we saw the gym teacher come into the class and try to “rizz” up the teacher by calling out a kid whose misbehaving. It was like their way of trying to get with the teacher? Anyways, I just noticed that pat in his little tennis outfit looks like a gym teacher dcjhefghjj. Like full stop.

Girl I don’t know. Make the reader a teacher of whatever subject and pat the hot gym teacher who always likes to bother her, coming into the class to do so and the kids don’t mind cuz they love him, and other stuff

OHHHH pleaseee omgomgomgomf

patrick finally giving up pro tennis after new rochelle and settling down in a small town with the prize money, where he gets a job as a gym teacher at a local middle school. you've been working there for atleast two years as an english teacher and you were assigned to show him around the school on his first day. and he tries to be professional and not make any advancements towards you but you're just so pretty and smart that he can't help but let a few comments slip.

fast forward a year later, he's the most popular teacher in school. maybe not the best teacher but he's good with kids, they think he's fun and cool and always so excited to see him. his office is right across from your room so whenever he has free time, he pops his head in with a grin, asking for a pen or a marker or anything he can think of. you only roll your eyes as your students say hi and chatter amongst themselves.

during assemblies, he'd always stand next to you and call out any students misbehaving. but not in a strict "kids, quiet down" way but more like "kids, we don't want to make ms. (name) angry now, do we?" in a soft teasing tone, they only shake their head no and mutter an apology to you. it annoys you a bit, feeling like he's undermining you but you think its cute how the kids listen to him so well.

one day, a 'rumor' that patrick likes you starts to spread and your students, being the little shitheads they are, starts teasing you more and more. "is mr.z your boyfriend?" "do you also like mr.z?" and patrick, of course, hearing this rumor starts coming by your room more than usual, causing an uproar among the kids in your room. he only brings a finger up to his lips to quiet them down before revealing the bouquet of flowers he was hiding behind him. he pushes it into your arms and immediately rushes out of the room without saying a word. and you're left standing there with your face red, holding the bouquet as you listen to your students start to freak out.

patrick is definitely going to get a beating once you get home to the small apartment you share :)

[saintzweig]

need more of frat!patrick i fear!!!

I DIDN'T THINK IT WOULD BE THIS LONG BUT HERE WE ARE, enjoy some soft frat!patrick

thinking about frat!patrick who's infamous for quick fucks and one night stands so people go to him when they're horny, though he's very strict about it. no kissing, no missionaries, nothing intimate and most definitely no talking about personal life or seeing each other outside of the bedroom– just pure mindblowing, stress relieving sex. that was until he meets you, nervously coming up to him at the library to ask him about something. you're going on your first 'date' this weekend and you're completely clueless about sex. and what better way to learn than from the actual sex god himself, right?

for a moment, he actually considers turning you down– he feels bad about being the person to take your virginity. your first time should be sweet, gentle and intimate– everything he isn't and doesn't want in this type of situation. but he can't lie, the idea of being the one to take your virginity, to corrupt your sweet innocent body and teach you everything. the idea of you thinking about how you sucked his cock while your mouth is on someone else's turned him on. he adjusts his pants from under the table, nodding at your request. "just come by tonight, 8pm. the boys will let you in"

later that night, you're straddling his thighs wearing nothing but your lacy white bra and panties, with little pink ribbons. your lower lip between your teeth and your hands on his chest, feeling his breath get deeper. you're staring at him with such a confused face, eyebrows furrowed and doe eyed. "what do i do?"

he places his hands on your hips, guiding you as you grind yourself on the bulge of his boxers. his precum staining the fabric, sticking to yours. you let out a soft gasp at the friction, he suppresses a groan from the view. "try moving your hands up and down my body, it's okay you can move. however you like" and you listen so obediently. trailing your soft hands all over his torso, ghosting over his stiff nipples to the trail of hair leading the the waistband of his boxers. you hook your finger over the garter, tugging on it softly. "wanna suck you off" patrick swears he could've cum right then and there. he nods, taking his hands off your skin as he watches you adjust yourself between his legs. tugging his boxers down to free his erection, your eyes wide and mouth watering as you watch it slap against his stomach.

you wrap one hand around it while the other rests on his thigh, your thumb feeling around his tip which was red and leaking. you stare at it nervously which didn't go unnoticed to him, "lick the tip before you put it in, just hollow your cheeks and try not to use your teeth. you don't need to take it all in, use your hands on the rest." you nod, crouching down until you're face to face with it. "oh and the wetter, sloppier the better so don't be afraid to get messy. don't worry about gagging or anything either, it's alright." butterflies flutter in your stomach as you listen to him teach you, his voice low.

you lean down, innocently placing a kiss on the tip while you make eye contact with him, patrick groans quietly. you stick your tongue out, softly swirling it all over and tasting the saltiness of his precum. it takes you a while to get comfortable, jaw slightly aching at how big he is. your hands playing with the lower part of his cock and his balls, you challenge yourself to go deeper, wanting to know your limit. patrick hits the back of your throat, making you gag around him causing your mouth to close around him. "fuck".

patrick releases soft grunts as you work your mouth around him, his hand resting on the back of your head– gently guiding you and pulling your hair out of your face. eyes teary, nose red and saliva all over your chin– he's never seen anyone so beautiful and innocent doing something like this. he pulls you up as soon as he feels his climax building up. this is supposed to be about you, not him. he tells you to lie on your back while he brings himself up to his knees, he positions himself infront of you, sliding off the lace material off your legs before pushing it apart. your glistening cunt on display for him, he swears he can smell the sweetness of it. he looks up to meet your eyes, which were already on him. your chest rising up and down rapidly, you've never had anyone seen or touch you like this. "i'm gonna prep you, alright? need to make sure you're all ready before taking me in"

within seconds, his mouth is on your core. tongue flicking your pulsating clit, sliding between your folds and lapping up your juices. your hand immediately finds its way to his curls, tugging it with the tiniest bit of force. back arched and head thrown back as you moan uncontrollably. he keeps his eyes on you, gauging your reaction. he brings a finger up to your hole, sliding it in ever so slowly. patrick had to stop himself from grinding his cock onto the covers as he feels your tightness, walls squeezing in on his finger. god, he can't wait to feel it around him.

he brings his other hand up to squeeze your breasts under your bra, fingers rolling around your hard nipples. he adds another finger making you jolt, hand grasping his arm as you yelp in pleasure. he curls his fingers up and down inside, coating it with your thick juices. "mm– fuck, patrick. a-already feel so full" he wonders if the guy you're gonna have sex with would be able to make you feel like this, he doesn't want you to be disappointed when you don't feel as good as you do in this moment.

he pulls his fingers out, moving from his position to hover above you. his other hand beside your head while he brings his wet fingers up to your plump lips, "open" you suck his fingers clean, letting him shove it deeper before pulling it out, a string of saliva connecting your tongue and his fingers. he removes his boxers completely before bringing your knees up, cock brushing lightly against your pussy, making the both of you groan. you're in a missionary position. his head just slightly above yours, his silver chain dangling above your lips. its your first time, surely he can make a few exceptions. he slaps his cock on your core before lining himself up. "you ready? it'll hurt for a while before it starts to feel good. i'll be gentle, just trust me" and you nod, without any hesitation. as if he wasn't already hard enough, the way you look at him and give yourself to him makes him want to combust. he pushes himself in, grunting as he feels your core start to swallow him. watching you shut your eyes in pain as you stretch around him, he's barely even halfway in.

he stays still for a while before starting to thrust his hips, the pain eventually subsides and you feel your abdomen tighten in pleasure. you throw your head back, lips apart as you let out moans of pleasure. you don't have anything to compare him to but you can see why he's titled the sex god on campus. you place your hands on his back, nails clawing at his skin. he snaps his hips a little harder, faster– vulgar noises filling his bedroom. "fuck, you're so tight."

he brings your knees up closer to your chest, leaning back to push himself deeper in until you're taking all of him. seeing the bulge on your stomach as he thrusts in rhythm. you move your legs up to wrap behind him, doing your best to pull him in closer. it doesn't take long for you to reach your climax, back arched, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your muscles tighten around him during your release. he barely even had enough time to pull out properly, spilling his warm cum all over your stomach. he leans on his hands to support his body, feeling it go limp after cumming. both of you looking into each other's eyes as you catch your breath. "thank you"

needless to say after that, your date was cancelled and patrick deleted a bunch of numbers from his phone.

[saintzweig]

dilf!art with baby fever is sooo yum !!

getting butterflies just thinking about this. lily is growing up way too fast and he missed out on most of her childhood because he was way too focused on his career and he just wants another chance to be a better father. and also he just thinks that you'd look so sexy pregnant. he'd definitely be so shameless when it comes to asking for kids or just dropping hints. when conversations about your future comes up, he's telling you he wants five kids or more and you're like no?! two, take it or leave it. he'd whine but really he knows it's your choice. you make pancakes for breakfast and he's like, you know who would love pancakes for breakfast? our five kids. he'd come up behind you randomly and stroke your stomach as if you have a bump?! he's so obsessed with the idea of starting a family with you. he's already thinking of names and looking up preschools, always texting you cute baby stuff.

oh and obviously BREEDING KINK. this man will always cry about filling you up, even if he's the dominant one. "mm g'na get your pregnant, g'na fill your pretty womb with my cum and make you mine forever. please let me, need to fill you up." and he also definitely has your calendar set up on his phone so he takes advantage of your ovulation period.

i can't even begin to imagine the happiness on his face when you find out that you're expecting.

[saintzweig]

it would be sooo funny to hold art's nose while he eats you out and then mock him by saying things like "does it feel like you can't breathe, baby? :("

THATS SO MEAN he would love that

pinching his nose or pushing his head deeper into your pussy, wrapping your thighs around his head tighter until he's grunting and squeezing your flesh in his hands. "mm, what's that baby? you can't breathe? you wanna stop?" in such a demeaning tone but he doesn't want to disappoint you, he would do everything to make you feel good so if that means having to stop breathing for a bit ..... he's shaking his head between your thighs, nose rubbing against your clit and he dives deeper into it, taking every inch of your core into his mouth.

[saintzweig]

need that art fic right neowwwwww !!!!! miss that man like no other 😞😞😞

ok fine!!! here you go!!! i hope you're happy!!! (based on this blurb)

art is a very sensitive person that's a fact, sometimes it's cute but sometimes it gets on your nerves because it's so easy for him to sulk over the smallest things. you didn't even mean to get mad at him, you were on your period and he was being very clingy that it was all just too much. you told him to leave you alone for a bit, tone harsher than intended, and he took it to heart. he left your dorm without saying anything else.

you know he'd come back sooner or later, he can't last a day without seeing you and touching you. so you decided to have fun with it. he comes by your dorm everyday after practice and while waiting, you borrowed your roommate's pheromone perfume that she bought to seduce her crush or something, which according to her worked but with the wrong person. you rolled it on everywhere, your neck, wrists, collarbones– everywhere you knew art loved to nuzzle his pretty nose in.

you were snuggled in your bed when the door opened, you knew it was him without even turning around, by the sound of his duffle bag dropping onto the floor and heavy footsteps towards your bed. the bed dips behind you and his body is immediately attached to yours, he's nuzzling into your neck and arms tightly around your waist. "baby, i'm sorry" he mutters.

you hum, trying to hide your smile as you wait for him to notice. it didn't take long for him to sniff your skin. "you smell good, what is that?"

you turn around in his arms, eyes soft as you see his puppy like expression. "got a new perfume" you smile at him, resting your hand on his cheek. he doesn't respond, instead nuzzling his face deeper into your neck and leaving kisses everywhere, making you giggle.

"you ready for dinner?" you ask, scratching his head. you feel him shake his head no, "dinner can wait" he pulls the cover up to slide in beside you, trapping you under his body. you don't miss the way he's getting harder and harder against your thighs. maybe you accidentally put on too much but oh well, now you know it definitely works.

[saintzweig]

manifesting patrick pointing the shower head directly to my cli- WAIT WHO SAID THAT???

god bless you (or whoever said this) like actually. reader coming home from work exhausted but still has to wash up so patrick is like 'let me take care of you'. you think he'd start a bath and relax with you but he sits inside the tub and asks you to sit on his lap, propping your legs up on the sides of the tub and then pointing the shower head to your clit and turning it on. he'd be so gentle with it, whispering 'that's it, just relax. i got you' into your ear then placing kisses on your skin– neck, shoulders, behind your ears. the pressure on your core mixed with the feeling of feeling his bare skin against yours making you feel like you're in heaven. he'd turn the pressure up slowly, moving the shower head up and down slightly to find the perfect angle and he knows he's hit it when you tense up against him with a gasp, 'p-patrick– mm, feels so good like that' he'd be kneading your chest with his other hand, the rough pads of his fingers playing with your sensitive peak while coaxing you into climax. you'd fall limp against him after cumming and he would take care of you so well. washing your body gently, massaging the shampoo onto your hair and carrying you to bed. tucking you in with a kiss on your forehead, 'you did so well f'me, i'm so proud of you sweetheart.'

[saintzweig]

HELLOOOOOOOOOO THE GYM TEACHER ASKSKSKSKSKSKAHHAHAA

I KNOWWW its actually one of my favorites..... i think the concept is so cute and i have anon to thank for that 🥹 absolutely love the idea of patrick and reader secretly dating (your idea bc you know the kids will never let you live it down and also bc you still can't believe you gave in to patrick....) lingering stares and touches while working, sitting together during breaks and at meetings, arriving at school 10 minutes apart so no one suspects anything. incessant teasing from patrick especially in front of the students but he'll make sure to make it up to you after work. moving in together within a few months of dating because well, rent isn't the most affordable and teaching doesn't pay much so it's reasonable (and crazy but it's working out soo..) and living in the same house means grading papers and preparing for lessons together late at night :') it's just the cutest thing ever. and of course the talk of having kids comes earlier because you work with them. oh and patrick living in a small town ?! eeeek maybe i should write hcs for this.

[saintzweig]

i need gf tashi aftercare so bad

after care with tashi would be so cute :( instead of doing it out of obligation, you two have so much fun just cleaning each other up and helping each other relax. sex with tashi usually gets pretty messy so she'd help you up to the shower, making sure the temperature is just right before letting you in. you'd take turns lathering each other in soap, softly giggling and just absolutely in love. i think she'd also love doing skin care with you, helping you put on a sheet she received in a pr box before putting one on hers. oh she loves switching clothes too. she thinks it's cute that her pajamas are too tall for you that she has to roll it up so you wouldn't trip everywhere :") you'd get back into her bed to cuddle, putting a movie on only to talk over it until you fall asleep. <3

[saintzweig]

genuinely think pregnancy and a breeding kink for art, like it like ties them together FOREVER ooo he'd love that. also patrick is def into like obv power play and i think he would be really into the amazon position loooool. im a patrick switch truther so. also patrick and public sex. also i agree with the piss control thing i think he's just into bodily fluids in general lol

BREEDING KINK I AGREE dilf art would absolutely be obsessed with the idea of making you his forever, not in a 'you can't run away from me' kinda way but more like 'i'll do everything for you, i'll take care of you for the rest of my life' he'd just be the sweetest and gentlest, taking his time and having your body so close to him so he can reach your womb. filling you completely and staying still so the chances of you getting pregnant will be higher.

.... younger art however, would absolutely (secretly) be into forced breeding as the sub. absolutely melting when you wrap your legs around him to keep him from pulling out, forcing him to spill inside you while he babbles 'no i can't, i gotta pull out. i'm not wearing a cond– oh fuck, fuck i'm gonna cum. please i need to–' he would never admit it but he finds the idea of you baby trapping him so hot.

power play with switch patrick oooohohkgkhkh i think it would work both ways. patrick as a dom would be so so mean, his tone is gentle but demeaning. he'd sit back and just stare at you, you'd have no idea what to do and just kind of try your best to make him feel good. staring up at him with wide eyes, nervous and confused. he's not even saying anything yet you're shaking. 'you know what to do, sweetheart. come on, show me what you've learned so far.' 'ah ah, that's not right, is it? try that again' he just keeps riling you up until you snap, going rough on him until he's gasping in immense pleasure. 'f-fuck, i'm sorry angel. i didn't mean to–' he tries holding your hips to slow you down but you only slap his hands away. 'you gotta slow down– i can't, i'll– fuck, you're gonna make me cum' overstimulation too of course.... getting your revenge by making him cum over and over again until he's crying :3

public sex is so :o i have a feeling he'd love going out of late night drives, pulling over in the middle of nowhere and fucking you from behind while you're bent over the driver's seat. also pulling you inside a changing room while you're shopping for clothes just to eat you out.. the possibility of getting caught gets him painfully hard in his jeans that he's palming himself while on his knees. he'd walk out of there with a smirk, wiping his chin while you follow him from behind with your shirt untucked and hair messy.

[saintzweig]

the thought of gf or wife tashi who just won the olympic games and got a gold medal and the first thing she does is immediately run to you 😣😣

HI SORRY THIS TOOK A WHILE its tashi so i wanted to write it well :')

being tashi's girl meant sitting front in all her games, kissing her good luck before she steps out onto the court. each game is always filled with tension, keeping you on the edge of your seat but your faith in her never wavered. perhaps that's what kept her going, your unconditional support in her and her abilities and so every single time she scores the final point, her eyes immediately searches for yours.

and when she spots you, it's like everything faded away. she would speed past her team, past all the reporters wanting an interview with her, to jump over the barrier and pull you into an embrace. and you'd stand there with your arms wide open, a proud smile adorning your face. 'you did it, bug. i'm so proud of you'

this became such a significant part in her routine, to the point that everyone in the crowd anticipates her win so they can witness your sweet little scene. so of course, there were no exceptions when she won the olympics. in fact, it was much more special because it was more than just an achievement, it was a testament to every moment you've spent together. a testament to your love.

as soon as the umpire announced her victory, forget all the cameras and eyes on her, she's only focused on you. with the biggest smile on both your faces, meeting each other halfway. 'i love you, you did it' you're most definitely going viral after this.

during the medal ceremony, she's giddy and bouncing on her feet on the podium. her eyes sparkling as brightly as the new diamond ring on her finger, a symbol of the journey you shared and a promise of forever. even with the medal hanging around her neck, your love felt like the greatest triumph of all.

[saintzweig]

i cannot be convinced that art donaldson doesn't have a degradation and humiliation fetish. that will be the hill i will die on

UGHHH of course of course!!!! and i think he wouldn't even know it himself until he starts dating you. and you're the type to bully him out of love saying stuff like 'you're such a fucking loser' and 'you're so dumb' obviously in a playful tone and he knows you're not serious. but then he's stroking himself to tears thinking about you looking at him like he's beneath you.

one day while you're hanging out and playfully wrestling or something like that and you're straddling him while pinning his arms over his head. 'aren't you supposed to be an athlete? why are you so weak. that's embarrassing' and he should be offended, instead he's blushing at your words. 'holy shit, is this making you hard?'

oh and making him wear lingerie to humiliate him ... he's got tears on his cheeks but he's leaking through the thin fabric

[saintzweig]

patrick who takes you to his favourite spot, brings a blanket just to lay down there with you all night to look at the stars (and kiss you)

aaack this is so cute!!! patrick who doesn't have enough money to buy you expensive gifts because his games don't pay him much and gas is where most of his money goes :( you reassure him that it's okay and you don't really like receiving expensive gifts because it feels too much but you still know it bothers him that he can't give you the best that you deserve. he tries his best to make up for it, he goes grocery shopping after receiving his winnings and makes dinner for you in your tiny apartment, lights a few candles that he'd find around your home and play some romantic music on his phone. he'd give you massages, try his best to make you a flower bouquet out of colored papers, crochet you a winter hat. and every now and then, when life gets too much for the both of you, he packs up some snacks and a blanket and drive you out to a hill that he used to go to before he met you. the two of you would lay there for hours, your head on his chest and his hand on your back, talking about everything and nothing for hours. you would talk about the life that you would want to have when everything gets better while you wait for shooting stars. it's comforting to know that your love will live through the stars that witnessed it for millions of years.

[saintzweig]

why is art so “the marías” coded (no one noticed specifically) like i can just imagine him yearninggg to see u!!! it’s been weeks, he’s been busy with tennis and you’ve been busy with school and work. there’s been facetime calls, sure, but he wants more. to see you in person, since you guys are miles apart!!

i was half asleep when i first saw this and just forgot, i'm sorry i took so long!!! and i love the marias omg

long distance with art isn't the easiest– being in different states and his schedule mostly being occupied by his tennis and studies– but this boy will always find a way to include you in his everyday activities. watching movies together during your free time, sending you songs that he's been listening to lately, calling you every other night and falling asleep on the phone. even though you're consistently communicating, there's still a part of him that feels empty. longing for more, intimate connection with you that he knows can only be fixed by seeing you and actually being with you. his skin feels like its burning, wanting to feel your touch. he's hit with melancholia out of nowhere because he misses you so bad. so by the time winter break rolls around, and he's saved up enough money from his allowance, best believe he'll be on the earliest flight back to you, his home. and the entire break, he's attached to your hip. refusing to let go even when you're doing your business in the bathroom because he wants to savor every moment with you until he leaves. and when it's time for him to go, he's definitely sulking and refusing to let go of you.

[saintzweig]

bullying is literally my love language i would become a menace if i was bullying art out of love and realized he was turned on by it omg... my pathetic loser baby <33

you've got him so wrapped around your finger that he'll start to take your teasings as compliment ?! you call him dumb and he's blushing and thanking you .... "you're so dumb. your pretty little head's got nothing going on inside, hm?" and he's feverishly nodding like hello?;?".!: it becomes such a normal thing between the two of you that everyone else is just like uhhhh but art doesn't give a shit!! it only turns him on more when you bully him in public and people are staring .. putting on a show and asking you to stop but you know that means otherwise

[saintzweig]

lowkey need art x volleyball player reader…(me because I play volleyball) no cause imagine him going to one of their games, seeing them receive those tough serves, spiking, the ball, serving, or it’s just him staring at their ass while their waiting for the ball to come to them. he’s just looking at them in awe, like that’s my s/o!! he’s cheering them on from the stands. oh my gosh guys you don’t know how much I need this!!! okay bye I love you!

i think before you start dating, patrick would drag him to one of your games for the sole purpose of looking at girls because he's a perv, and he's heard that volleyball players have the hottest bodies. art kind of tells him off because he convinces everyone and himself that he's the decent one but he can't deny that he wasn't thinking that as well. at first he's just looking at your ass as you wait for the ball to come into play, the way you bend over and lean forward, making the fabric of your tiny shorts ride up slightly, he also notices the way your chest moves up and down as you catch your breath. but then he realizes that volleyball is actually really fun and filled w the same kind of tension and dynamics that exists in tennis, and he finds himself at the edge of his seat as he watches you in action.

i think if you're on opposite or outside hitter, he'd be turned on by your reflexes and quick thinking, he thinks its so hot the way you outsmart your opponents or just straight up score a point over or through their blocks. if you're a libero, he's attracted to the way you twist and throw your body around to keep the ball in play, stretching your body to the best you can, rolling around and being able to get up so quickly to defend your players.

(also this wouldn't just be in official matches, he'd come in the gym to watch you train and run drills)

and your serve. it makes his breath hitch as your throw the ball into the air and hit it at the right time and right angle and it emits a loud slapping sound. that boy would let out the biggest cheer when it's a service ace.

i think art having an athlete girlfriend would make him the healthiest because you'd be spending your free time together in the gym, spotting each other. and also you'd make him eat food with more flavor because he just eats tons of plain hard boiled egg (also let's be honest, he's a white man) and that gives you the ick so you try to make something better and share it with him.

oh and making him set or spike the ball for you and in turn, you let him teach you how to play tennis :") he'd have really sore and red fore arms after but it's all worth it because he got to spend time with you.

sorry this took so long!!! i kind of forgot this was in my inbox because of my schedule T___T i only watch volleyball so i didn't have much idea abt actually playing it lolll my knowledge abt it only comes from haikyu....

[saintzweig]

I’m back. are you sick of me yet. anyway!! I’ve been OBSESSED with the idea of patrick studying law, like idk that just makes so much sense and with that I propose to you: patrick on the mock trial team, or speech and debate. all of the guys on the tennis team think he’s a fucking NERD for doing it, art thinks it’s cool tho! tashi is his go to for practicing his debates before tournaments and she purposely plays devils advocate to piss him off majorly. BUTT going back to u saying reader being a like.. journalism major and working for the campus newspaper, imagine her covering a speech and debate thing and seeing patrick and being like, hm fuckin nerd, but then she goes to a tennis match the next week (bc a friend of hers is like. obsessed with art or some other guy on the team) and then she realizes that guy on the speech and debate team is on the tennis team and he’s like, actually really hot. and then that night she’s at a frat party and she’s getting pulled into a bathroom by a hot as hell guy and, surprise surprise, it’s patrick again. he writes his phone number on some university promotional flier for speech and debate in bright blue pen (using art’s back as a table) and she dies right then and there (and every weekend after when his cock is in her mouth for “stress relief”) - 🎾

(I fear I need to come out of fanfic writing retirement.)

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONGG i thought about this hard with the very little juice left in my brain. not proofread bc its 3am ... might make the smut part a whole fic :")

you walked into the auditorium, a ‘stanford daily’ id hanging from your neck and a DSLR camera in your hands as you made your way through the sparse crowd to your assigned seat. you're in your third year of uni and elected co-editor in chief at the standford daily, so your job is mostly looking over the process and production of the weekly paper– this meant that you haven't been assigned to cover an event in a while given that you were the one assigning them. but the student who was supposed to cover this debate got sick, and no one else was available so you took it upon yourself to do the job. 

you were surprised to see tashi duncan and art donaldson a few rows in front of you, talking amongst themselves. they're well known on campus, being on the tennis team. you haven't seen or read anything about their life outside of the court, but why a debate event on a tuesday morning? were they that bored? or do they genuinely think that these events are entertaining? 

your unspoken questions were answered when the debate team was called to the stage, and there stood patrick zweig with a smug look on his face. you've never seen him in person before but he was a usual subject in the paper– being a reckless and easily agitated but damn good tennis player. now you're finding out that not only is he on the debate team, he is the captain. and a pre-law student? does this guy come from money or is he just a fucking nerd. 

you've always thought debates to be boring, even if you're a liberal arts student. but patrick zweig proved you wrong. it was mesmerizing to watch how smooth he was with his arguments, he knew the right words to say, the right points to make and the right buttons to push. he riled his opponents up but in a way that doesn't cross the line and break the rules. it was mesmerizing to watch him smirk, as if he found joy in proving others that they're wrong. you didn't even notice that you're on the edge of your seat, squeezing your thighs together. 

you brought the camera up to your face, squinting as you focused the lens on the members of the debate team. and as your camera pans over to patrick, he was already looking directly at you. smirking as he watched you falter for a moment before snapping the photo. you left in a rush as soon as the event ended, heart racing against your will. what the fuck was that? 

two weeks later, you find yourself being dragged by your best friend to a tennis game on campus. stanford versus pepperdine. the men's team are playing today and your best friend bribed you with food to get you to come with her and cheer art donaldson on. the first match started and it was a doubles, art and patrick versus two players from the opposing side. if the sight of patrick defeating his opponents in uniform got your heart racing, be prepared to see him do it in shorts. his thighs were godly and you couldn't take your eyes off it. 

you finally saw him play, seeing his personality on court that everyone was talking about. his serves were unusual but his backhands were fucking hypnotizing. the sounds of the ball being hit back and forth vibrating in your ears, your heart almost exploded when you heard how loud his grunts were as he plays. like before, you found yourself at the edge of your seat, squeezing your thighs together. 

during the break, patrick took the time to scan the crowd before his eyes landed on yours. your mouth gapes slightly open as you feel him stare into you, his lips parted and wrapped around the mouth of his water bottle, the liquid dripping down his chin. he wiped it away, sending you a wink. you don't think you've seen anyone this hot before. 

as if dragging you to a tennis game wasn't enough, you found yourself in a party at some random house that you (unwillingly) and your friend crashed. however, as soon as you walked in, she was taken out of your grasp into a bedroom by her situationship, leaving you to your own devices. you decided to grab a cup of the horribly sweet yet bitter punch in the kitchen before making your way through the house, dragging your fingertips against the wall and feeling the vibration of the music. 

you yelp as someone grasped at your arm and pulled you into the bathroom, the punch nearly spilling all over them. it was patrick, smirking down on you as he crossed his arms, flexing his biceps against the fabric of his polo shirt. “you're a journalist, right?” his voice was soft towards you, unlike the tone he used in the debate and unlike the rasp when he yelled victory during the game. 

you nod, a tinge of pink dusting your cheeks. he smiled at your appearance, you look so tiny next to him and the way you looked up at him, jesus. 

he grabbed a pen from his pocket, placing the cap between his lips as he pulled it off. he takes your arm, pants tightening as he took in the size difference of your arm against his. he chuckles lowly, scribbling his number on your arm. you only stared at him, the proximity making your core throb. “call me, yeah?” he smirks, patting your cheek gently with his large hand before exiting the bathroom. leaving you frozen and aching.