you ask patrick to spit in your mouth and well..it changes everything.
patrick bateman x reader
no smut but it IS freaky so..yeah don't read this in public. this is lowkey disgusting but it just seems like something he'd so do i had to get this out. "Relief washes over" part is a reference to what Patrick said in the movie I find it so funny lol
warnings: nsfw, mouth spitting so don't read if that grosses you out. Dom!Patrick, submissive!Reader.
you never meant for it to go this far. or maybe you did. Asking patrick to spit in your mouth had been impulsive, a reckless needy decision out of pure curiosity. Nothing more than that—and well, you didn't think he'd do it anyway, but he did. And now you can't even look at him without remembering what he'd done, what you'd asked for.
So you avoid him the entire day, even deciding to stay a little later than usual, you kept your head down, skipped lunch and even started packing up early so you could leave without crossing paths with him.
Eventually the hours of the day had finally passed on, meaning everyone had gone home. You let out a shaky breath, relief washing over you in an awesome way as you stand from your desk finally free from him, or so you thought— Stepping out of your office you jolt as you see him.
"Patrick! I-I thought you left" you swallowed. hard. "What are you doing here I mean-why are you here?"
His face didn't change. He didn't smile or blink. "I work here" he said, stepping towards you, making you back up instinctively, and he noticed. Of course he did.
"I stayed," he said quietly, "because I wasn't finished with my work" you stared at him, knowing it was a lie but he said it so smoothly you almost second-guessed yourself. "Really?" Patrick's eyes dropped to your mouth for a fraction of a second before he looked away, walking back to his office, he doesn’t say it but you know he wants you to follow him—So you do.
"that's what I said, isn't it?" He closes his office door once you step inside. "Now, come here" you turned slowly, suddenly regretting following him
"patrick-"
"don't make me say it twice"
your legs moved before you could stop yourself. "You've been avoiding me"
"No I haven't-"
"Don't lie" his tone left no room for argument. "You haven't even looked at me today. Or stepped out of your office. Why?"
You swallowed, hands twitching nervously as he stepped closer backing you against his desk with ease. His hand slid to your jaw—slow, firm and claiming. His thumb brushing the corner of your mouth, making your breath hitch. "Do you know what you are around me?" you shake your head, too breathless to speak.
"An obedient little thing" he murmured "a submissive little thing that does exactly what i say" he continued, fingers sliding under your chin, tilting your head just enough to expose your throat. "That scares you"
Your heart pounds as Patrick leans in, his lips ghosting over your throat. "But it also excites you" you were shaking. Barely. But he felt it. His mouth grazed your neck again, not quite a kiss, just a touch meant to unravel you. "Good," he whispered, "You should be scared of me" your hands curl against the edge of his desk for balance. "Do you know what I thought about all day?" He asked.
You shook your head again, "You," he said calmly. "On your knees. Looking up at me like you did yesterday" your breath hitched sharply. He slid his thumb between your lips, pressing just enough for you to part them without thinking. You whimpered, a tiny involuntary sound. His eyes darkened, "again"
You breathe out a helpless little sound-not quite a whine not quite his name either but still it makes Patrick swallow sharply, his control fracturing in the smallest, most devastating way. "You're going to do what i tell you," he said, thumb still at your lips. "You’re going to be very good for me." patrick demands.
"Y-yes, you all but whimpered, his thumb presses harder. "Yes, what?"
You flushed, "Yes sir"
"Good girl"
Your legs nearly gave out, his words going straight to your core. Patrick's hand moved from your mouth to your jaw again, holding you steady as he leaned in close, his nose almost touching yours. "You want the same thing you asked me for yesterday, don't you?" Your lips parted automatically. He smiled darkly, "Say it"
Your throat was tight, heat pooling low in your belly. "I..I want you to do it again"
He tilted your chin higher, eyes half lidded, pupils blown with lust and obsession
"That's not how you ask me" you let out a shaky whine, "Please"
His grip tightened—not enough to hurt you but enough to make you gasp again.
"Keep going"
You were unraveling, already soaked and aching and pathetic. all for him. "Please..please do it again sir" Patrick's composure cracked, a twitch in his jaw, a dark hunger, but need in his eyes.
"Open your mouth"
You obeyed instantly. He smiled, caressing your cheek before spitting into your mouth, cupping your jaw and closing it for you. The second you swallowed without him even telling you to, something inside him broke.
craig is so fucking fake "Hey Allen congrats on the fisher account"??? like he wasn't just calling him names over him getting it 😭😭 can't stand his ass
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