#older!patrick

. . . you can’t remember how you two began this arrangement, but whenever your boyfriend won’t get you off (or, more accurately, can’t get you off) you always end up calling patrick. yes, that patrick. patrick zweig, formerly part of the “fire and ice” tennis duo, now a washed up bum playing challenger after challenger. sure, he sleeps around for a place to sleep, but he’s always down to rearrange your guts or eat you out just to make you come, something your boyfriend seems to have trouble with. it could always be worse, you’re sure.

. . . zweig’s your dirty little secret, and he doesn't shy away from it. in fact, patrick takes a sick pride in being your mistress, bringing it up often when you’re together. he especially loves teasing you from between your legs.

“has your boyfriend ever made you come?” he asks, pretending to be curious as he wipes his mouth. your juices drip from his stubbled chin, not that he minds. “has anyone made you come as much as i do, babe? be honest.”

. . . he adores eye contact with you during sex. zweig loves it when you’re facing each other. it isn’t rare for him to hold your chin or demand that you look at him. he wants to watch your facial expressions, making sure that the pleasure he gives you outweighs any sort of guilt you may have about cheating on that dick you’re with. besides, it’s not like your boyfriend’s loyal either— patrick’s never hesitant to remind you that he’s probably whoring around at any given moment.

“he’s probably with some other girl right now anyways,” he grunts out as he thrusts into you from behind, fingers gripping your hips, “just let it go.”

his words hurt a little, he knows. but he also knows it’s hard to focus on how mean he’s being when he was fucking you so well. zweig can’t wrap his head around why you stay with the guy. money, maybe. this is a big house and a girl like you deserves to be spoiled. still, you could do better.

“you smile more when he’s not around, y’know,” he mutters, “forget about him. let it all go. focus on me, baby, i’m right here with you.”

. . . he hates it when you call out your boyfriend’s name as he’s fucking you. patrick takes it as a personal offense. it’s a reminder that you’re not really his, that you’re just a bored girlfriend and he’s just a bum with a big dick.

you slip up, groaning out your boyfriend’s name. it makes his eyes roll in annoyance, his thrusts growing a little more intense.

zweig asks flat out, “who’s blowing your back out right now?” and when you don’t respond promptly, he taunts you further, “c’mon, baby, say it, say the name of the man who’s filling you up, making good use of your pussy. say it.”

. . . occasionally, you catch patrick making love to you. he goes slower, kissing you more, and caressing you all over before he even takes his dick out. his brows raise in curiosity as you reply to his questions about your day; it’s tender, verging on loving. he takes his time, admiring your body and uttering soft praises to you as he runs his hands all over. every so often, he makes love to you as if you’re his. and each time afterwards, you remind him gently that you’re not.

. . . you had begged zweig not to tell anyone about your situation. who’s to say if he’s kept good on that promise, though. you’re almost certain that patrick told art, based on the looks his friend (sometimes friends, sometimes not) gives you. speaking of art… every now and then patrick brings up the idea of him joining. you’re not sure if donaldson knows that secret just yet.

“maybe i should invite artie sometime,” he coos as he’s fingering you. patrick leans in, pressing a sloppy kiss to the shell of your ear, “i’m sure he’d love to see you like this. don’t worry, I won’t let him touch you— he’ll sit right over there and jerk off in the corner. wouldn’t that be hot, baby? wouldn’t it be fun?”

you’re too busy moaning to admit you’re into the idea, which is probably for the best. for now, all you needed was zweig to get you off. all you wanted was for him to make you feel heavenly in a way your boyfriend couldn't.

. . . he’s never asked you to break up with your boyfriend. it’s clear that patrick wants you to, but he knows there’s probably a reason you haven’t done so already. and anyways, he’s waiting for a few checks to come in before he asks you out on a proper date— fucking you has been great and all, but zweig would like to be more than your little secret.

this fllws canon except for when he mentions art… cldn’t help hinting at a 3some i’m sorry. this is kinda short & simple, which i’m very sorry about, i had a concert the night before + another fic due today and this was pre-written in case of emergency LOL.

. . . patrick likes making you suck his fingers. he likes watching you as you take in two or three of his fingers, likes the way you look up at him when you do. it’s a routine part of prep work whenever he wants to fuck you. it’s not always sexual, though; sometimes he’s cooking for you at his tiny apartment and he wants you to taste the sauce or dip.

he scoops some up onto his index and middle fingers, then whistles for your attention from the couch. he grins when you come over. “open wide, sweetheart,” he coaxes, only to follow it up shortly afterwards, “taste good?”

whenever you say yes, he kisses your lips and starts plating your portion. whenever you say no, he frowns and goes back to work. cooking might be the one thing he takes seriously.

. . . he also likes sucking your fingers. not that he’d never admit that aloud. patrick’s a grown ass man, he’s got no business wrapping his lips around your fingers and moaning as you take control of him for once.

. . . his happy trail is the happiest place on earth. sorry disneyland! you figured he’d be hairy, but good god. it’s nice and curly just like the hair on his head, and his chest hair is the same way. zweig takes care of his body hair, nowadays. he used to look like a beast — he still could if you wanted that — but he tends to keep things tame now. his happy trail leads to an even bigger joy: his fat cock.

. . . even though he doesn’t get most tiktok trends, if you ask him to do one with you, he will. he loves seeing your eyes light up as you do a silly dance. patrick’s not too fond of having to memorize said dance, complaining about how complicated it is as you teach him, but it’s still time well spent since it’s with you.

“go on, start up your little camera for tiktok, baby,” he says, gesturing.

you tap the button to record, music flowing from your phone. you dance first, then he dances (albeit with less grace than you). by the time you’re done, you’re grinning all over yourself. you turn to him and he smiles a little, too. then zweig leans in for a kiss, pressing his lips to yours and feeling your curves —

“patrick!” you manage, chuckling, “the camera’s still on!”

he just shrugs. “so?”

. . . here’s a list of tiktok couple trends i think he’d do with you: one, two (he would get really into character for this one), three (patrick probably pulls you back to his chest afterwards to kiss you), four, five, and six (he probably enjoys this one the most)… there’s more out there but these are just the ones i favorited.

. . . the post-work gossip sessions between you two go nuts. zweig’ll be stretched out on your couch, nodding along and holding you close to his chest while you both bitch about some guy in the kitchen who can’t do anything without help. he especially likes it when you get snappy or frustrated again because then he can kiss your head and coo comfort into your ears. or, fuck you until you forget about it… he’s fine with either option.

. . . he’s big. meaty thighs for your head to rest on. thick arms for holding you still. strong hands to cup your face. a big nose, just for grinding against in the midst of riding his face. and of course, a big cock, which he makes great use of, thrusting into you until you don’t have the strength to stay up on all fours — don’t worry, he holds you up, one hand on your stomach, so he can finish in you. then, you both can rest.