Would u write something where Patrick has a big genuine crush on the reader and he doesn’t know how to act bc he’s never felt like that before maybe a little spicy too👅please if ur able
took the liberty to make this a fratboy!patrick x reader 😊
you were just like normal. focused on your studies, occasionally going out, big friend group, sometimes the quietest person in the room or sometimes even the loudest in the room. but to him? you were one in a million.
it started as a cliche hookup at a frat party. too many drinks, and your skirt was awfully short. but then it turned into a routine, he would constantly sneak you in the frat house, into his room. and when one of those frat boys screamed; "if you're not a brother, or with a brother, get the fuck out!" you would stay.
but he knew it was more than just a hookup when you would come into his room and do...nothing. just talking, something just cuddling, or he would rest his cheek against your stomach while you studied. it was all so casual, romantic. so domestic.
he only felt this way towards a girl, during highschool. but he was too young, he supposes. he had pushed her away before it got too serious. he doesn't want to do that to you, he doesn't want to ruin you.
which is why he's clutching to you so tightly while he fucks you. another sign that he's far too deep in this was that instead of the rough, quick fucks, it had turned slow, passionate. you both held eye contact throughout, sometimes even whispering sweet nothings into eachothers ear.
"you're so pretty," he whispered while slowly thrusting into you, his arms caging your face as he peppered your face with kisses. "so pretty and so so mine." he whimpered against your skin, letting out a groan as he felt you squeezing him. "im comin'," you cried out, nails digging into his broad shoulders. "im coming too baby, fuck fuck fuck." he looked at you, and you swear he looked at you like you were the most important person in his life.
"i love you i love you i love you," he said in hurried whispers, his hips stuttering as he let out his release inside of you (he has a condom ofcourse) but you still feel the way the latex fills up inside of you. "i love you too," you whisper back, both of you too deep into the pleasure the orgasm brought you to realize the words.
"again?" he mumbled while slipping himself out, taking the condom off and tossing it to the trashcan next to his bed. "yes please."