Patrick Wilson Smut Oneshots

Communication

"So, what do you think?"

"Of what?" Y/N asked back, checking her phone in boredom. Her friend sighed softly, trying to grab the phone out of Y/N's hands.

"Can you put that away? When's the last time you went to a wedding?" Her friend started, but Y/N quickly put the phone down and scoffed playfully.

"This isn't the actual wedding, Dee. It's just a dinner," Y/N reassured, putting her phone on the table. They were going to be bridesmaids at their friend's wedding the next morning, and they had only been in Portland for a few hours. Which, even though they were happy for their friend, they weren't really excited for the whole... wedding thing. It was mostly because they were both single then, and you couldn't get a bigger reminder of that than a wedding. Y/N and Dee weren't as rich as the future bride, and the out of state wedding didn't help their money shortages.

Y/N and Dee had already congratulated their friend and her future husband, seeing that they were too busy talking to the in-laws.
"You think Mary's gonna kick me out of the wedding if she sees me on my phone?" Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow. Dee thought for a second as she took a bite of her food, nodding.

"Oh yeah. Most definitely."

Y/N laughed softly as she started eating her own food. She couldn't remember the last time she went to a wedding, but she was glad to have someone to talk to.

"Excuse me,"

Y/N looked up towards the voice on her right, seeing a man with a plate in his hand. She took a moment from looking at the man until he spoke up again.

"Is this table seven?" He questioned, making Y/N snap back to reality.

"Oh, yeah! Yeah, this is it." Y/N answered, laughing sheepishly. She completely forgot that there were assigned tables at this "pre wedding dinner". Her eyes quickly glanced around the room, and noticed the rest of the tables were already full. He must've been late.
The man had chuckled softly at Y/N as he sat down in the chair next to her, Y/N looked over at Dee with her eyebrows raised. He's cute, Dee mouthed. Y/N rolled her eyes as she went back to her food.

"Friend of the bride's?" The man questioned. Y/N looked back at him, nodding and smiling softly.

"Bridesmaid," She took a quick sip of her drink.
"You?"

"Groom's cousin."

"Groomsmen?"

"No, no. Just the cousin."

"Oh, that's too bad." Y/N said playfully, as she took another bite of her food. The man chuckled, looking at Y/N for a few moments before speaking up again.

"And which bridesmaid am I talking to?" He questioned, he eyes moved over her figure as he took a sip of his drink. He looked older; Y/N figured he was about fifteen years older.

"You're talking to Y/N... which cousin am I talking to?"

"You're talking to Patrick." Patrick smiled softly, his eyes never leaving hers. Y/N smiled back, glancing at an amused Dee.

Patrick had offered to get Y/N's drink refilled, and Dee was quietly encouraging Y/N while he was gone. "Don't worry about me, get some dick this weekend!" Were her exact words. Luckily, Y/N shut that down by the time Patrick came back. She wasn't into the "sex after one day of talking," thing. Not like that situation happened much, anyways.

After hours of talking and way too much food, it was already pretty late. The rest of the guests were headed to their hotel rooms, trying to turn in early before the big wedding the next day. Y/N and Dee took an Uber to the hotel, Dee once again talking about Y/N's possible wedding fling.