friends with benefits!patrick zweig x bestfriend!reader || 18+ warnings: smut, p in v, innocent!reader, cunnilingus, unestablished friends with benefits, fem!reader, slight dubcon outside sex, fucking on a backless bench, degradation
a/n: i wrote this during my free time :) what's not to love about canonically big-dicked men??? this fic is giving casual by chappell roan
*.✧ "we're just-- really good friends." a phrase patrick zweig, a man you think is the greatest tennis player in the universe, would never get tired saying to every new person you two meet, or to every date he's been in where he has to casually bring you up. that he has proven to himself that fucking you is a really good way to strengthen a friendship.
he's already potrayed as being overly close to his friends, hell, art donaldson is a really good example. being his best friend and tennis doubles partner. you can never know if he ever is actually in love with who he dates or who he fucks.
but there you are, his other bestfriend, though you'd like to think art's the "other" one, it's only fair since you've known patrick the longest. knowing him ever since you two were toddlers, barely able to walk. you weren't crazily rich- you had more than enough, unlike the zweig family, with a house acting as a castle, their own huge court in their backyard (just for his love for tennis), a swimming pool, and whatever rich people could buy at that time. you'd sometimes pray how you're happy your parents met his parents, or else he'll probably just ignore you like any other below-higher-class citizen.
but he wasn't like that. he didn't like showing off. he treated his wealth like a bonus, he wasn't your average spoiled kid who'd be social-climbing to the top with other tennis friends, no,
he spends his time with you.
you and patrick would always hang out inside his backyard, where he would teach you how to play tennis, how to predict where the ball would land, and the basics of knowing how to hold a racket correctly,
"i don't know how to play it... it seems really hard." you say as you hold the racket with both your hands, "you just have to hit a ball with a racket, dummy.." he sighed. "then... can you teach me?" he sighs again! "you'll just be a pain in the ass!"
"i'm willing to learn." you say, hoping it'd be a convincing line to make him teach you.
with him doing the extra work to go behind you as he holds your arm and moves it to the correct position. because of him you were actually pretty good- not better than him, but good nonetheless. he shows his "love" by inviting you to play tennis, first to win two games. him winning the first round and continue to be his usual confidently-annoying self, then he'd intentionally lose the second round, then the third, just so that your wins would feel much better when you'd laugh at him just a bit louder because he "jinxed" himself.
it started when he comes back home during the summer from his boarding school. when the two of you were sixteen, both of you sitting on-top of your small twin bed around midnight.
he'd tell you all the things he'd learn while he was in boarding school, "this one girl really enjoyed it when i shoved my tongue down her throat." he'd boast, shamelessly even, "really? i feel like kissing with tongue is prolly reaaally icky and messy." you share. "pfft. have you tried it?" "no? to be fair-- i haven't made out with anyone yet." you shrugged, where he would lean just a little closer to your face, eyes half-lidded to ask, "you willing to learn?" his hot breath already fanning over you lips.
who are you to decline a free lesson? "close your eyes, and feel it, okay?" his hand was effectively gripping your chin so it won't move much, he starts slow; pressing a tentative, testing kiss against your own. then lengthens it, you'd only squirm by being this close to your supposed, "best friend". he presses his lower thumb on your bottom lip as he slides his tongue past your lips. "quit whinin'..." he complains at your helpless squirms against his tongue. a hand moves up to the back of your head, his fingers gently wrapping around the roots of your hair. he pulls your head back slightly, tilting it to the side to further deepen it.
the two of you would pull away, both out of breath, connected by the infamous string of saliva. he'd try and taste it whilst looking at you right in the eye. the sound of him slurping up the string of saliva during the dead of night was dizzying. you'd almost faint. it felt wrong. to kiss him like that. but you never questioned what you were after that, he didn't mention you'd be his girlfriend anyway. "you did good. that means i'm a good teacher, right?" you can only nod, you barely heard him over the sound of your heart beating uncontrollably fast. . .
now he teaches you a plethora of things about sex! the next thing he knows alot about besides tennis.
you wonder, as the two of you sit in silence on a nearby backless-bench of his daddy's private court whilst staring at the sky,
"can't believe i'm going to college." he could only scoff in response. "college is stupid." you scoff back, "college is necessary." "it's still stupid." ugh. "not going to college is stupid." you tut.
"are you saying i'm stupid?" the words leaving both your mouths like they were itching for a fight. "i dunno? am i saying that?" a mocky tone that's just enough to set him off.
you've made out a bunch of times ever since the two of you found the free will to kiss without any commitment, and this was one of those times. he shoves, slams, his mouth against yours, forcefully making his tongue inside your mouth, it had no love, no care, just an average make-out session. though this time he'd move past your lips and to your neck instead. "patrick." you almost whine his name.. he bites on the clean bundle of skin on your neck, hard, as a condescending response, "fuck- patrick, stop, we aren't supposed to-"
"who says we aren't supposed to?" he gives you that signature grin he had, with his teeth showing, before he goes on his knees against the rough ground, now kissing your thighs. "you're still learning, you ain't gonna survive a college being a fucking virgin." you gasp, because of his lips, and his words, "i'm being serious, i'd be a bad friend not to educate you." looking up at you with those bright blue eyes, yet seemed dark by the way it's filled with so much lust.
his kisses would trail up to your stomach, then your chest, shamelessly kissing you through the fabric of your sports bra, it shouldn't feel good, but it did, he was the one doing it, so of course it did. he kisses your chest whilst pulling your shorts down and your panties with it. he looks down at the sight, chuckling to himself. "of course you're wet." the sun hitting your skin just right that he could see that pretty... blushing cunt. can't he be normal, for once? "shut the fuck up, damn." "if it makes you feel better, then i won't." sending a condescending laugh on your way. diving in to give your folds a kitten lick, you moan in surprise, you could feel him chuckle against your pussy.
he eats you out like he's been waiting for this meal ever since he's been alive. he eats you out like he's making out with it, just like he made out with you for the first time-- hungry, greedy. right now he's doing everything he can to make you cum, on the wooden bench, just because of his tongue.
his lips would move to your hole, shoving his tongue inside it to make you choke, just as he did when he shoves it inside your throat.
and for the first time in your life, you climax, by your first friend, by your best friend, and it felt so fucking good you could cry. he doesn't give a smartass comment, he lets you take in the moment, standing up to remove his own shorts, as he carries you against his body, holding you with both his arms as you wrap your arms around his neck for support. "ah .. i need you, right now .." he whines, before a sudden thrust! "to take my dick." "pat' fuck!" not sweet or caring, just straight on to it. dick first. deep inside you. his hands move to your hips. "shit-, tight. just what i- i thought." he prettily whines against your ear, warm breath tickling your skin. "m'dizzy- don't m-move!." "but- i'll die." he always gets his way anyway, manhandling your hips to ram it against his dick.
he moves, atleast he tries to, he's drowning of the pleasure of your tight pussy. of course you'd be crying, moaning his name out so boldly "yes, fuck, moan my name, don't care if anyone decides to visit the court right now, yeah?" you'd basically forgotten the two of you are outside. "fuuuuck, you're the first person i ever imagined wanting to have sex with." he confessed, now rutting sloppily against you, forgetting to form a good pace, he just wants to bury his dick inside you, just like the two teenagers you are. moaning and whimpering into each others ears, not caring about who walks in on what. "hope someone sees i'm friends with a fucking slut." let's just say you both were covered in cum when the two of you decided to be finished!
in the end, he introduces you two as good friends. and you agree, no doubt.
"yeah, we've been friends since we were little." close ones. and he's glad that you accept that, but he'd give all his money to say to the world that you're the best cunt he's ever had and the only cunt he's only ever loved.
gbf final boss 💔 to anyone who sees this pls sebd me challengers reqs, also patrick has such a big heart BELIEVE ME
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