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Patrick’s a fucking menace in bed—talks back with that smug little smirk, eyes glittering with challenge like he wants to get punished. He’ll say the filthiest shit just to provoke you, hips grinding against yours, breath hot in your ear: “That all you got? Thought you’d actually fuck me like you mean it.” He wants the reaction—wants your hand in his hair, your palm across his cheek, your fingers shoved past his lips until he shuts up and drools.
But under the bratty act? He’s pathetic for you. The second you put him in his place, he melts—whines around your fingers, hips twitching like he’s already close. His cock’s leaking, his voice cracked and needy: “More—fuck, please, I’m sorry, do it again.” He’ll try to talk back again, just to get handled rougher, desperate for you to make him behave. He loves the humiliation, loves being shoved down and used until he’s breathless and fucked-out.
You slap his face and he moans. Call him a filthy little slut and he nods, teary-eyed, cock twitching like he’s about to come untouched. Patrick talks a big game—but he’s just a desperate, aching brat who wants to be ruined.