You're involved in a toxic, unhealthy relationship with Patrick Bateman, where he wants to be your Sugar Daddy and you to be his little Cupcake. Will you find a way out from this situation or still remain in his power?
PAIRING: Sugar!Daddy!Patrick...
Summary:One day you decided to wear Patrick's shirt, thinking that would be a good idea.
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The click of the door opening caught your attention as you were in Patrick's kitchen cooking something special for him. His approaching footsteps made you feel a bit nervous because you didn't expect him to come back this early.
"Well, hello, sweet cheeks." He murmured as he appeared from the corner.
"Hey..."
You looked at him, gasping slightly from the way his eyes were gliding over your frame; your clothes, to be exact. And then, you understood why he was glancing at you like that.
"O-oh, I'm sorry... I shouldn't have taken this without your permission," you said with guilt in your voice. "I was cooking and... I stained my blouse accidentally. So, I decided to take your shirt."
All this time Patrick was staring at you, standing on the opposite side of the kitchen and only a bar counter was separating you from each other.
"I can take it off if you want..."
"No!" He blurted out, pointing a finger at his shirt. "Leave it like that."
With slow steps, Patrick began to come closer, making your heart skip a beat, and you couldn't take your eyes off of him. He looked perfect as usual, maybe just a little tired after a hard-working day but still, he was dressed as impeccably as the devil.
"Patrick, I have something very tasty for you." You smiled, feeling inspired as you were so confident about your cooking skills.
"Mmm? What is it, (Y/N)?" His low, extremely masculine voice flowed through your suddenly heated body. "Oh, I know... You mean your sweet little pussy, don't cha?"
Stunned by his sudden words, you gulped and turned around to see him standing next to you, his brown eyes were now dark as the midnight sky; so deep and so hypnotizing, you were drowning in them.
"I..." you began to stutter a little, feeling your cheeks turning red. "I made a dessert for you, a low-calorie one."
"Are you tryin' to pretend to be that innocent? Standing here almost naked, 'cooking' and wearing my shirt?"
Chuckling a bit, Patrick shook his head in disbelief, and then, he suddenly pushed you toward the bar counter, taking your breath away. Swiftly, he cupped your face, locking his warm lips with yours.
"Daddy..." you moaned softly through the kiss, as his wet tongue began to explore your mouth. Just one word you said was enough for him to go full crazy mode. Patrick smirked as he broke the kiss, inhaling your sweet scent.
"You missed me, I guess..." he leaned to your ear, whispering in a raspy voice. "What do ya want daddy to do? Hmmm?"
You gasped and turned your head away from him a tiny bit, feeling the building tension in your lower belly. Meantime, Patrick took a moment to leave wet pecks on your neck, pressing you even tighter against him, so you could feel his hard groin, rubbing against your mound.
