#my general consensus on patrick is that i wouldn't go near him with a ten foot pole irl but boy does my inner masochist love him

[applesontheground]

i love the way you write patrick bateman! could you write something nsfw, like dubcon with him overstimulating reader? thank you!

thank you! and i absolutely could!

i don’t pray that way 💼

NSFW | Word Count: 543 | Patrick Bateman x GN Reader

contains DUBCON, overstimulation, choking, degradation, fingering, nipple play

“Can you stand to look a little less blasé?”

The taunt was barely heard, your windpipe being pushed against the mattress to the point that his words only swam in dull recognition. Even then, he caught the exasperated dart of your eye, and it lead the hand that wasn’t on your neck to find your chest.

Your mouth flinched open in a silent motion, unable to cry out with the pressure on your larynx but needing to writhe at the feeling of how he rolled a nipple between his fingers in a pace that wasn’t even close to sensual, and his watch’s metal was catching on some body hair all at the same time. You could barely tell if he was enjoying it, but when he adjusted on his knees from where he had been between your legs, you felt the strain of his cock as it slid up the back of your thigh.

He nearly pulled away as soon as contact had happened and scoffed, squeezing tighter until your vision swam again, “Get over yourself, I’m barely touching you.”

There wasn’t even a reaction for that, no matter how delirious you had become from the cutoff of the oxygen to your head; not even a coherent [Y/N] could think of what to say about it. Still, the asphyxiation was stirring your gut regardless – even if it was unexpected, and even if it proved relentless. He only made it worse by releasing your nipple, nails unforgiving as they dragged down the side of your stomach and he started working at something else.

“Try this on for size.” Your eyes crossed as he didn’t serve too much favor with how his fingers slipped inside of you. When you made another face, and your entire body locked up in the surge of pressure coupled with the heat that followed, he only went further. Farther into your body, touching your core and mercilessly ramming it with a couple of fingers.

Too broken to do anything besides wheeze under his rigid hand, you then felt him pump in a near frenzy, almost looking bored by it in a matter of seconds as your mind spun, no thought coming clear but the feelings making you twitch like something was deeply disturbed inside of you.

He didn’t do this to get closer to you. He didn’t even do this to understand you. Breathing shakily, he reminded you, “If you could only fathom how much I’ve wanted to hurt you like this.” A smile barely quirked your lips, the wrench of your gut only making you drive your hips up into the pressure of his hand and make him mutter another awful phrase in your ear.

“What a weird reaction to something that I could only scrounge up for a [girl/guy] like you.”

He wished he could make this hurt you. It only brought pleasure, and although he didn’t say it, you knew that fascinated him alongside the frustration and the disdain. He didn’t need to show it; the fact he didn’t even stop when you huffed out a sob and let him continue to overstimulate the burning skin, not caring how much you gave a sign that it was torture.

It was almost like he wanted that for you.

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