Work Text:
As I lay on the bed next to Patrick, I can’t help but think of what it would be like to be married. Patrick says he doesn’t want to get married because he can’t take time off work. He hates that job anyway, but he can’t he take time off work for me. He needs to “fit in” or whatever.
The TV is on but nothing good is ever streaming. Only random movies and shows that neither of us are watching.
“Why won’t you marry me, Patrick? We have been dating for a few months now.” I say in a whiny tone. He clenches his jaw and gives me a sharp look. “I am not taking time off work,” he says bluntly.
“But why? You won’t do it for me?” I say, slightly putting my hands on his chest. He pushes me off and grabs my hand, pushing it into the mattress. “I already said no. I’m not ready for that…” he says.
“Oh god Patrick why do you never want to do anything for me? You are always so obsessed with yourself.” I whine; I bring my hands away from him.
“Oh, would you just shut the fuck up for a goddamn minute you fucking bitch…” he shoots back angrily.
I am taken aback by his abrupt insults. “You just called me a bitch. Wow. What a fucking insult to say to your fiancée.” I am on the bridge of tears, but I run a hand through my hair. “I’m leaving.”
“Go ahead. Nobody is stopping you.” Patrick says, leaning back on the bed and continuing to read a magazine.
I begin to cry, and I leave the room, sobbing. Patrick rolls his eyes. What a fucking bastard, I think.
I go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. How could he fumble this? I’m a popular socialite that everyone loves and desires for. When people hear my name, they automatically think of the gorgeous blonde girl who is dating Patrick Bateman. Now, he is telling me he won’t marry me yet. Oh, fuck this.
I end up stripping my clothes and going in the shower to get my mind off things. I have always been an overthinker and dating someone so cold and emotionless has done nothing but drive me up the fucking wall. I turn on the shower, and while I wait for the water to warm up, I turn back to the mirror. As I run my hands through my hair, Patrick knocks at the door. I walk over and I press my lips to the crack of the door.
“I’m showering!” I say in an annoyed tone, God, he pisses me off.
I shower and I begin to do my skincare and hair while Patrick is still in the bedroom. I walk back into the bedroom with a robe. I sit next to him and pull out a modeling magazine. Patrick slowly leans over and begins to bite and kiss my neck.
“Oh my god Patrick, stop.” I roll my eyes a little, still having my eyes glued to the book.
He slightly bites harder on my neck, his tongue running along my skin.
“I just showered...” I say, I turn to him.
He rolls his eyes. “Do you think I don’t already fucking know that?”
I scoff. “Well, obviously.”
He moves on top of me a bit and brings the book down from my face. “I want to fuck you.” He speaks.
“After everything that just went down. You know I’m pissed at you.” I say, I put the book down on the side table.
“So what?” He speaks. “I want to fuck you.”
I smirk a little. “How bad?”
“Badly.” He speaks. He moves in between my legs, lifting my robe up a bit.
“Oh my god Patrick you can’t be serious…” I chuckle; I begin to undo my robe as he spreads my legs.
He moves two fingers into me and out.
“You’re wet.” He says, he brings his fingers to my face.
“I’m not licking that.” I speak.
Without further notice, he moves his mouth onto my cunt, I moan.
“Oh my god-” I say, angry and surprised. He moves his tongue in and out of me, eating out my fluids. As he laps on my pussy, I grasp onto the sides of the bed, and I take off my robe completely. He moves his mouth out of me and wipes the juices off his face.
“God you’re delicious.” He says, he kisses me roughly. He moves his hands to my tits, squeezing and scratching at them. I move underneath him; he removes his lips from mine and grabs a condom from his side of the bed. He slips it onto his hard cock. He is hard as fuck.
He spreads my cunt apart, rubbing at my clit. I moan.
“Oh, holy fuck-” Before I can say anything else, he shoves himself inside of me. He thrusts into me roughly; I am trying not to scream. I move my lips back onto his, grinding against him. He moves his hands to my ass and stabilizes my pussy toward him. I move my mouth to his again.
After three full minutes of Patrick penetrating into me, he pulls out of me and removes the condom. He moves me so I am sitting up now.
“Suck on it.” He says, moving my face towards his cock. I suck on it, lapping his cock. He grinds against me; his cock is so hard and tastes so good. I lick his balls and cock so good, he moans in pleasure. I swallow the semen, and I take my mouth off his cock, wiping the cum off my face. I lay back down on the bed; he moves on top of me again.
“I want to do this raw.” He speaks. I look at him annoyed.
“Patrick, I am not risking a pregnancy.” I speak.
“God, Evelyn, you’re not going to get pregnant. And even if you did, you’d get an abortion, right?” He speaks.
“I mean-” I begin to say, before he cuts me off.
“Yep, I’m right. Spread your legs.” He orders, I do as he says. He moves in between my legs and inserts his raw cock inside of me and begins to thrust roughly into me. I moan, holding onto the headrest of the bed.
Another two minutes of penetration go by, and he pulls out. My legs tremble as he pulls out, I collapse onto the bed. I chuckle a little.
“God, you’re good.” I speak.
“I know I am.” He says cockily, buckling his belt back up. I slip on my robe again, going to the bathroom to fix my hair again.