Patrick Bateman x Readers | imagines

Mistle Toe Alert! (NSFW)

It was Christmas, you were throwing a party. Patrick, your boyfriend, arrived late unamused. He stared at the people he walked past, and grabbed an absolut. Where you, grabbed a mistletoe leaf, and waved it above his head from behind. "Patrick! Mistletoe Alert!" You cooed, kissing his cheek as he griped. "What is it Mr. Grinch?" You laughed softly, putting the mistletoe down as someone-- put antlers on his head without him even acknowledging it.

"Don't call me that," He said with a gripe, and shook his head. "And I am not late. I've been here the entire time. You just didn't see me yet." He said boredly, looking down at you. "Oh but I just saw you walk in!" You squeaked, and crossed your arms. "No, no you didn't." He huffed and shook his head. "Oh, whatever. What does Mr. Grinch want for christmas?" You poked at him, snickering at the antlers on his head. "I want a new Rolex, Ralph Lauren cashmere sweater, and a car stereo." He said dryly, looking down at you with no expression. "Honey, you don't even have a car." You shook your head, looking down at the drink table. "Well, I-- 'Mr.Grinch' wants one anyway." He said amusingly at his own remark, and put a hand in his pocket. He stared at the green, slimey looking 'Waldorf Salad' in his hand, disgusted by the color.

"Can we just go? Like-- Leave?" He put the plate down, and turned to grab your hand. "Leave? Leave? Pat, did you forget this is my party?" You squeaked, and he dragged you into the kitchen. "Hey! I can't just leave my own party unattended!" You whined, and a few people came and left the kitchen, looking at you both weirdly. "Can't you just be daring? At least once? Maybe risk something?" He asked, desperate to leave the party, tightly grabbing onto one of your hands. "Please Mrs. Bateman?" He called you that, even though, he never wanted to marry, he even told you that he 'couldn't take the time off work.' He was seriously trying to butter you up by pulling that snide comment. "Oh stop that!" You groaned feeling your face fluster, and shook your head. "Please? I don't want to be here when the- the Santa-- that you hired, I mind you -- starts singing 'o' holy night'!" Patrick pleaded in desperation; and began pulling you out the kitchen, out the back, down the stairwell and into the street without any further complaints out of you other then a few 'But's.

"Jesus christ! You seriously are the grinch!" You exasperated loudly, looking at him as he mumbled, "Bahum Bug," and kicked the concrete.

"Let's go before someone sees you-- us leaving." He said quickly, pulling you along and stopping right beside a limo. "A limo?" You blurted confusedly. "What? No." He said quickly, shoving you inside and staying outside to talk to the driver. You gazed at the limo, surprised about Patrick even plotting this. But then again, it wouldn't surprise you if it wasn't planned. His behavior was pretty erratic. After a few minutes, he crawled into the seats with you and closed the door as the limo drove off. "Sorry, uh...rude driver?" He expressed awkwardly, and wiped his forehead with an handkerchief. You nodded and awkwardly sat beside him.

He clearly didn't plan this out, it just came to him. He must have just done this to get you out if a christmas mood. A few moments later, the limo hit a bump; You leaned over, practically landing right into Patrick's shoulder. "Ow..." you whined, pulling back and sheepishly rubbing your arm. He smirked, and pet your head. "Are you alright?" Pat questioned, smiling at you.

"Just... fine," you said quietly. He nodded, rubbing your arm comfortingly. "Patrick, where are we even going?" You exasperated, and looked out the limo window. It started to snow, but it was light and too little to stick to the road. "Does it matter?" Patrick mused, looking out the window. You sighed, shaking your head. "No..I guess not," defeated by his remark, you didn't question him any more. You scooted closer to him, and rested your head on his shoulder. His heartbeat wasnt loud, but you could hear it through his Valentino Coture suit-coat.

Your eyes opened, looking up at his face. He was staring down at you; Then slowly, a smirk plastered across his face. "What?" You squeaked, still looking at him. He didn't answer, he just ran his index along your jaw, making you shiver at his cold hand. "Y/n," He hummed, hugging his free arm around you. "Yes, Mr.Scrooge?" You chuckle while looking at him. "Don't call me that..." He sighed loudly, craning his head away over to the limo divider, clearly unamused. He shook his head, and looked at you from his seat. "I was only teasing," you pouted your lip playfully, which made him slightly chuckle. "Alright, alright." He stated, then kissed your cheek tenderly.

Even though you two have been together for a few months, his form of affection made you blush every time. Even if it wasn't meant to be a certain way; Like him holding your hand (which was only a rare thing), The kiss on the cheek, even a stare of any kind, made you feel red in the face. "Pat, you still haven't told me where we're going." You mused, kissing his cheek gently to look at his face. "Nowhere." He remarked quickly, then ran his hands down your hips. Patrick tightly held your sides, and lifted you into his lap. It was an absolute awkward angle, considering the limo had seats; just against the back of driver seat, and the other seats across those ones. He looked up at you, as you sat on his lap. He was grinning like an idiot; You knew that gaze, he wanted something. He held your chin between his thumb and index. "Here? Are you sure?" You asked anxiously, averting your gaze from him, yet your face stayed still in his hand. "Very." He grunted, kissing at your lips gently, then tenderly. His teeth bit at your bottom lip, making you shiver slightly, and squeak.

It hadn't been three minutes, and he was already sliding his hand under your clothes, caressing your skin as he found his way to your breast. He snickered hearing you try to contain a whimper, and yet you failed-- successfully.

He groped you, kissing along your neck while pressing your lap into his more aggressively. Patrick's hips rubbed into yours, causing friction so hot, you ended up grabbing onto his shoulders with a mewl. He didnt much mind it, you could tell only because he laughed quietly. His erection rubbed into your thigh, causing you to squirm.

He pulled his zipper down, pulling out his member. "Pa-- Patrick!" You squeaked, pressing into him thanks to the limo, that hit another bump. "What? Can't handle me anymore?" He snickered, tugging your panties down agonizingly slow. "That- I didn't say that..." You muttered into hid neck.

With what felt like a sharp pain, then suddenly a sensation that was one of pleasure, he pushed himself past your entrance. He grunted, and you gasped loudly. You struggled to adjust to his size, and he could tell. His hands gripping your hips, and slowly moving forward into your womb.

Patrick kept bottoming in you, hitting your cervix repeatedly; each thrust making you jump up. You yelped in pleasure everytime he did this, gripping onto his shoulders for lumbar support.

The car was slightly rocking, but that didn't stop either of you. Patrick was grunting and groaning, slamming your hips back into his. "Ah...shit, Y/n..." He cursed quietly, relaxing his head into the seat. "God..dammit..." He kept cursing, thrusting into you harder, until he got sloppier. "P-Patrick...!" You squealed, hiding your face in his neck while you neared the edge of orgasmic bliss. He quickly grabbed your chin, and moved your head back to look at him.

"I want to see your face when you cum," He muttered, keeping your face aligned with his as he kept your hips steady with his other hand. You whimpered quietly, rocking into him slightly out if instinct. Gasping while he kissed your face, you released all over his lap. "Good girl..." He praised, driving himself deeper, and groaning. "I'm cumming..." He shuddered, holding you still on his lap and dumping himself into your body.

He pulled out, putting you down next to him and he rested against you and the car door. "..Shit..." He cursed, and you snickered quietly. You pulled your underwear back on and caressed his head. Then the limo came to a halt.

The divider opened quickly, and the driver looked back towards you both. "Great, what a mess I get to clean." He groaned slamming the divider shut. Both of you cackled slightly then crawled out the limo, leaving the mess in the back seats.

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I have writers block I'm sorry,💀