patrick has always been too comfortable in every situation. it doesn’t matter where he is or what’s happening, he moves like the world’s already tilted in his favor. it’s why he’s the kind of guy who doesn’t think twice before pulling you into his lap, why he smirks when you blush, why he never seems nervous even when he absolutely should be.

the two of you are in your dorm, the kind of night that wasn’t supposed to go this far but did anyway. there’s a lazy heat in the room, bodies tangled up, mouths pressed together like you’ve both forgotten how to breathe. you’re straddling him on the bed, both of you stripped down to just underwear, his hands gripping your hips with easy confidence. he’s kissing you slow but greedy, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

it should be private. it should be safe. but the universe doesn’t play fair.

the door swings open.

your roommate freezes in the doorway, wide-eyed, caught between shock and awkwardness. you jolt like you’ve been burned, hands flying to cover yourself even though you’re not really exposed. panic hits your chest, a rush of heat that isn’t from patrick’s touch but from sheer embarrassment.

patrick? he doesn’t move. doesn’t flinch. he just leans back against the wall, still sitting there with you straddling his lap, his expression shifting into something downright smug. his mouth curves into that infuriating half-smile, the one that says he’s enjoying every second of this.

“hey,” he drawls, casual as if you’re both fully clothed and studying. “room’s taken.”

you shove at his chest, muttering his name in warning, but he doesn’t budge. instead, he settles his hands a little firmer on your waist, like he’s making a point. his voice drops, low and cocky, meant only for you:

“don’t worry. they’ll survive.”

your roommate stammers something about forgetting a book, clearly trying to back out as quickly as they came in. you’re mortified, face burning hot, wishing you could sink into the mattress and disappear.

patrick? he chuckles. actually laughs. like this is a comedy show, like your embarrassment is just fuel for his ego. “what’s the matter?” he teases, his lips brushing your ear. “shy all of a sudden?”