patrick bateman x reader oneshot

Mind reader

Patrick Bateman x fem!reader

WARNINGS: smut/NSFW, dubcon, degredation, forced proximity. the mains ones, if you think i should add any more let me know <3

you and bro are trapped in a elevator/lift together. you hate him, he hates you. but he always knows how to pass the time.

(It's been to long since I've seen this movie, so bare with. read through once or twice but there probs still a few mistakes)

You and Patrick Bateman had never gotten along. You were all he hated in a woman. Strong minded, opinionated, *a human being opposed to an object*. Good thing for him, you hated him just as much. Objectively at least. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't get something out of his controlling and rude nature. Though you'd never admit that to yourself. It's everything you stand against. But that was half of the appeal...

Much to your utter disgust, and no doubt his own, you two were stuck in an elevator together. It had stopped working between floors. And you two would be in here for at least an hour. Or so the mechanic on the emergency call told you.

"Just my damn luck.."

You annoyedly mumbled to yourself. Running your fingers through your hair.

"You read my mind"

the words uttered from his pampered mouth held no emotion whatsoever. It wasn't a surprise.

"I can't think of anything I'd want less in all fairness. Reading your mind would no doubt drive me to jump until the damn lift drops"

*here we go again...*

"The fact that you 're even considering that means you've thought about it at least once."

He sounded smug, like catching you in a lie. Though you didn't let it show how much such a small comment got on your nerves

"It's not like there's much to think about when we are trapped together in such a small space"

You grumbled. mind spiralling to try and distract you from your current circumstances though it wasn't much of a distracting, judging by the fact your eyes locked straight onto him. A hungry gaze masked by judgement wandered over to his slightly taller, and a lot broader, body. You were stood leaning against the closed door. He was standing straight on the other side, no more than 3 ft between the two of you. Of course this was a perfect opportunity to check him out, not like he'd get anything but an unnecessary ego boost from it.

Your eyes dragged over him from head to toe. Lingering on the way his tailored slacks tighten over his toned thighs. You wondered how much the man could lift. But the thought was soon pushed from your mind as your eyes landed on another part the pants strained against.

letting your gaze stay in his bulge for longer than you were willing to admit to yourself. You felt like the type of people you so despised. Checking others out as if they were a freshly cooked steak. You took your self disgust as a cue to avert your ever-more interested eyes.

But that glance was all you needed for your mind to spin.

Sadly, said glance was also all he needed too.

"You're as a subtle as a brick"

He broke the silence. Your face immediately flushing, albeit subtly. Ironic.

"Don't pretend I haven't caught you getting more than an eyeful of all the women in this office. They should put you on a damn leash"

she retorted. Shifting in her stance to cross one ankle over the other as her back arched off the door in return. Your poor shirt straining against your full chest at the movement. The small gaps in the fabric give a clear enough view to see the ash grey bra you wore. This time it was the bateman's hungry eyes drinking in the sight.