drunk pervy bf!patrick !!!! <3
note: this has been in my draft for almost a whole year now and i decided to finish this at 1am after crashing out because i felt like i was wasting potential and failing at life so anyways, enjoy! barely proofread cs im lazy
patrick drunkenly stumbled up the stairs of the donaldson-duncan vacation house, leaving the married couple in a much worse state downstairs— all giggly and disgusting— to find you asleep in the guest room all by yourself. he was unapologetically loud, belt thudding on the floor and groans filling the room as he struggled to take his clothes off.
he walks over to your side, not failing to notice the packet of melatonin gummies on the bedside table next to the box of condoms patrick had brought because well, he's patrick.
he stroked your hair back from your face, bending down to place a tender kiss on your forehead before disappearing into the bathroom to freshen up.
he emerges back, picking up a single foil and placing it between his newly brushed teeth before diving under the warm covers of the bed, right next to you. he immediately pulled you into his chest, your face burrowing into as Zarahis neck, he sighed happily as you snuggled in with a light hum.
he starts off easy, slipping his cold hand under your shirt to trace shapes and patterns on your bare skin before lifting his head and placing small kisses on your neck— a little sloppy but he didn't care. his fingers slowly made its way down the hem of your cotton pajamas, hooking it down and to no surprise, you weren't wearing anything underneath. his large, calloused hand sliding down to your backside, kneading what he can reach.
you stir at his actions, eyebrows furrowed as you attempt to lift your head out of unconsciousness. "shh, it's alright, sweet girl. jus' me," he whispered into your ear, soothing you until you melt back into his touch.
"i'm g'na move you, alright?" he doesn't wait for a response— he doesn't need to— before lifting you up slightly to turn you onto your other side, your back facing him. with one arm underneath you, massaging your chest, he used the other to slip your pajamas down to your thighs. his fingers crawling to your now exposed clit, pinching it lightly before sliding his fingers to feel your slit— "god, darling. you're asleep but your body just can't resist being aroused, huh?"
he felt himself getting more and more restrained in his boxers, pressing himself closer to you for some relief. he slid a finger in, taking in the warmth and wetness and most importantly, how you were reacting to his touch.
your breaths were short, ragged. your body stiff as if awaiting a wave of pleasure. he smiles as you held onto his hand with your smaller one when he curled his finger inside of you. slowly, he added another finger and pressed his two digits deeper inside, and without any warning, moved them in a fast rhythm, jolting you awake.
"p-pat, oh my..." you grabbed onto his arm underneath the covers, attempting to push him away as heat and pleasure spread all over you quickly. but he only took it as a sign to go deeper, faster.
you slammed a hand over your mouth, not wanting to catch the attention of the couple downstairs who were still very much awake.
"i wasn't– patrick, please i..." you couldn't help but let out a moan, "i wasn't ready."
"mhm, you always are, sweet girl. always ready for me," he replied, kissing your earlobe before taking his fingers out. you fell limp in his hold, catching your breath. your lower body all tingly from the pleasure.
the room was dark but you could tell by his movements behind you and a wrinkling sound that he has managed to put on the condom. and before you knew it, he was positioning himself and sliding inside of you slowly. stretching you out. you yelp, your eyes shut at the slight rush of pain.
"i'll go slow, s'alright. you know i won't hurt you, right?" he grumbled into your ear, placing a wet kiss on the back of your neck. he spent the next few seconds sliding himself deeper and deeper into you, both your breaths ragged and somehow, romantically in sync.
"you know the safe word, hm?" after you let out a meek 'yes', he wasted no time slamming himself into you. one hand on your waist while the other moved to cover your mouth, keeping you quiet. he liked how you moaned and groaned against his hand, getting off to the thought of you struggling in pleasure as he holds you. "so, so tight, darling. always so goddamn tight."
your responses were mush against his hand, but he knew you well enough to know what you were saying. "for you, only for you, patrick. you own this pussy."
while he was covering your mouth to keep you quiet, he knew the squeaking of the bed and the slamming of the frame against the wall would give the houseowners an idea of what was going inside anyways, so he decided to fuck it and go harder. the sound of your skin slapping and sticking together joining the noise.
his hand moved down from over your mouth to wrap around your neck, "don't keep it in, sweet girl. let 'em hear your pretty noises." you shook your head with a squeak, embarrassment creeping in at the idea.
"no?" patrick mocked, "you know i'm only going to make you, right? might as well listen to me if you don't w'na struggle."
you were about to make a rebuttal when he slammed deeper inside of you, making you yelp in pleasure.
you moaned softly, "p-pat, no– fuck!" before you could finish your sentence, his grip on your throat and on your hip tightened lightly. moving his hips faster, cock slipping in and out of you.
"what was that?" he grumbled, and instead of replying with words, you stopped restraining yourself from moaning. "that's it, good girl."
it wasn't for his pleasure, not at all. in fact, he knew you wouldn't be able to cum hard if you were restraining yourself. and the second you stopped doing so, he could feel yourself tightening in pleasure. "you getting close, yeah? come on, i know you w'na come for me. come all over my cock, sweet girl." he whispered into your ear, coaxing you closer and closer to climax.
the second he pressed his calloused finger on your swollen clit, you twitched and a warm wave of pleasure flowed throughout your body. thighs shaking in pleasure. patrick groaned as you released all over him, a slight disappointment at how the thin piece of latex made it feel less satisfying that he knew it to be. while you fell limp in his arms, he continued moving his hips behind you to chase his own. groaning at how you were tightening around him more than usual in a state of orgasm and overstimulation.
you joined breakfast the next day with red cheeks, avoiding tashi and art's gaze as you sipped your coffee quietly. patrick on the other hand, didn't give a shit. why would he? he knew damn well the couple got off to all the noise.
