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: Patrick is obsessed with you and you're gonna pay for this.
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Goddamn you Patrick, you thought as someone touched you in the back while you were trying to dance in the middle of the dance floor. You didn't have any idea why this narcissistic king took you to this place exactly. Oh wait, where else could he have asked you out to other than to the best nightclub in New York City, even though it was busy as hell?
Cursing to yourself, you continued to move to the energetic music when you suddenly heard Patrick's voice from behind:
"There you are!" He smiled as you turned around, coming closer. "I was looking for ya, Cupcake..."
"Why? What happened?"
"Let's go somewhere private, so we can talk." He smirked again, but in another way that made your heart flutter.
He didn't even give you a chance to say something in response as he took you by the hand, pushing some guys aside who were standing in your way. As you moved through the crowd of dancing people, you were looking at his back and trying to guess - what was he up to this time?
Patrick was suspiciously silent the whole way, and his firm grip made you worry. No wonder, that after a while, you found yourself pressed against the wall of the small private room as he was ravenously attacking your mouth.
"P-Patrick..." You sighed languidly against his lips.
The way he trapped you in his arms left you almost breathless, and you couldn't make more than gasp through his passionate kisses. With a soft growl, Patrick finally gave you a slight break before he leaned down to your neck, leaving a wet line of hickeys.
"Is that what you wanted to speak about?"
"O-oh yes, sweetie," he crooned as he snuggled harder into you. "I wanted to 'speak with ya' from the moment we got here."
His powerful arms were exploring every part of your shivering form, especially your hips and your ass. Yes, this man was addicted to your pretty body, and he would not stop. You closed your eyes, feeling his big palms sliding under your not-too-short dress when you heard his disgruntled voice.
"What is this?"
"What's wrong?" You asked confusedly, staring at him from under your lashes.
"Did I tell ya to take them off when I'm around?" He hissed, pulling on your panties.
Sighing, you blushed right away as you tried to avoid his gaze but he didn't let you, fixating you by the chin and forcing you to look into his eyes. Scowling, Patrick touched your lips as if by a chance and then, he moved his hand up to your cheek to pinch it a bit.
"I have no words for how disappointed I am in you for behaving like this," he clicked his tongue loudly. "But I also must admit, you have such cute cheeks."
