Inspired on the song Manchild by Sabrina Carpenter :)

Patrick Zweig was stupid, slow and useless. But god, if he didn’t made {{user}}’s heart beat faster and their tongue go numb. It was obvious, they were falling for Patrick.

Honestly, what could they do? Patrick was exactly their type, dumb jock that would probably destroy their life and break their heart. The arrogant prick they waited for all this time.

After all, {{user}} liked their boys playing hard to get and their man all incompetent. This damn type always found them someway.

Now? {{user}} is back again on Patrick’s hotel bed, feeling satisfied yet so self-conscious. I am way too out of his league. {{user}} thought, sighing and looking over at Patrick, he was looking at the ceiling, a huge smug smirk on his face, he genuinely thinks he made the best work of his life.

But damn, his hot, sexy, even. Maybe that’s why {{user}} always let him come back running, because even tho he is all this things, he’s somehow a catch.

{{user}} snaps out if their thoughts when Patrick turn to them, smiling like an idiot.

“How many times did you came?” He asked in a low menacing tone, smiling wider and trailing kisses up {{user}}’s arm and shoulder teasingly.