#patricio o'ward smut

[vivwritesfics]

So my love

Reader marking up one fo the drivers ( die to that I sent you or lando)

Which said driver fucking lives and is just giving NP fucks about it when people point them out or see them

Maybe include some more on how they g these types of marks 👹👹🫶

warnings: smut, marking, riding

more requests pls im in a mood :)

With Pato, it was a pre, during, and post sex thing. Pato loved marking. He loved sinking his teeth (gently) into her flesh, or gently sucking on it, leaving a tapestry of dark marks.

When she rode him, moans leaving her lips as he wrapped his lips around her nipple. Even when she began to struggle, falling against his chest, Pato grabbed her thighs, held her up and began moving his hips beneath her.

At that point he threw his head back, relishing in the way she squeezed around him. When she came and squeezed him, he came into the condom and pulled out of her.

Pato laid her down onto the paid, pulled off the condom and deposited it in the bin. He crawled into bed beside her and pulled the blankets over their sweaty body.

"We should shower," she whispered, her hand against his chest.

The smile Pato wore was his signature one. He kissed her forehead. "Just lay with me for a few more minutes."

She gave in, pressing her lips to his collarbone as he squeezed his arms around her. But soon her kisses to his collarbone turned to sucking, creating purple marks on his skin that she was incredibly proud of.

"Don't forget the neck, baby," he said, pushing his hair out of his face.

She was only happy to oblige. She kissed along his skin until he got to her neck.

Here was the thing with Pato, he loved wearing her marks like a necklace. On camera he'd move the neck of his fireproofs to the side to reveal them.

As she sucked large, dark bruises into his skin, Pato knew he was going to wear them with pride. He was going to show them off to whoever would look

(kinda like that tiktok trend, the 'i like it when people ask about this thing bc i get to talk about you' lol -- pato loves talking about his girl)

[viennakarma]

Everybody wants a taste

Pato O’Ward x Reader

Summary: Pato knows better than to push you, but sometimes he does. The punishment is bad, but sometimes he can count on you to be merciful.

Word count: 2.3k

Tags: female!reader, established relationship, smut, +18, porn with very little plot, Dom!reader, Sub!pato, rough sex, slapping, biting, praise kink, degradation kink, jealous!reader, possessive!reader, brief aftercare, not beta read

Relationship: Pato O'ward x Reader

Note: This is a birthday oneshot for my best friend Sophia, who loves to lurk around in my blog (and she thinks I don't know what her user is)! Happiest birthday, Sophia! I love you, thank you for being my friend. [o que você não me pede sorrindo que eu não faço chorando? eu avisei que o tempo ia me inocentar, hehe]

If you are pato o'ward and is seeing this, LEAVE!

“Strike one,” you mumbled close to Pato’s ear as you watched him perk up to your voice. His hold on a champagne flute shook minimally but you knew he heard you and understood the warning in your voice.

Pato had been more socially involved in tonight’s party. Which usually wouldn’t really bother you too much, but when there were at least three random women openly flirting with him, and he didn’t do anything to stop it, it really got on your nerves. And he knew the only one getting punished for it is himself.

You left him alone and went to the bar, asking for a new mojito, but your eyes were trained on Pato on the other side of the room. He was aware of you too, the flush on his cheeks you knew was a reflection of your power over him.

He kept talking with the same women who were flirting with him before. You mentally gave him ten more minutes to pack up the conversation and come to you. When he didn’t, you raised your hand and showed him the number two.

Strike two.

He gulped, saying something to the women and scurrying away from them. He started walking up to you, but he was halfway through when one of the women stopped him standing in front of him and running a hand up and down his chest. It was only a couple of seconds, and Pato quickly held her wrist, told her off and kept walking up to you.

You sipped your drink, seeing the uncertainty in his eyes when he finally stopped in front of you.

“Strike three, Patricio,” you said with a saccharine smile and he shook his head.

“You saw that- she came onto me! I didn’t do anything!”

“Had you stopped her way before, none of it would’ve happened.”

“But she-”

You held a finger up, and he silenced. After finishing your mojito, you set it down and took Pato’s hand, walking away. He followed you into the taxi, and quietly sat down on the way home. You absentmindedly held a hand on his thigh. Pato tried to not to squirm, knowing that you were pretty pissed at his little stunt. You were the jealous type, and when he was feeling a little adventurous, he’d go out of his way to get a rise of you, but tonight had not been his intention to piss you off and risk not being allowed to cum, as you knew it was the one punishment he didn’t enjoy fully.

At home, you two removed your coats, and you sat on the sofa, seemingly relaxing against the cushions. Maybe you were in a good enough mood to not punish him.

“Can I take off your heels?” Pato offered, kneeling by your feet. You arched an eyebrow but offered your foot. He unlatched the straps of your heels, and you sighed as he massaged each of your feet softly.

Pato stood up and went into the kitchen, coming back with a glass of water that you almost chugged down, he knew you always got thirsty after nights out. But you knew better, you knew he was trying to butter you up after hitting three strikes at the party. You opened your arms, and he fell face first into your chest, nuzzling his face on the low cut of your dress. You scratched up and down his back, and he practically purred into you, melting.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, baby,” you muttered and he just stood up, carrying you into the bedroom.

He only stopped when he placed you on the floor by the bed. You linked both arms around his neck, tiptoeing to kiss him on the lips. Pato’s hands circled your waist, and he palmed your ass just as you deepened the kiss, opening your mouth and feeling him sighing into your lips. You kissed down his jaw, then you held his face, kissing down his neck, biting softly. He melted, and you tightened your hold on his jaw.

“You think I don’t know you’re trying to evade your punishment? Being a good boy now won’t spare you,” you bit harder on his neck, and he groaned out loud, “take your clothes off and get on the bed. Boxers stay on.”

He whined because he knew his boxers only came out if he were to cum, and right now, he wouldn't. You went into the closet and got a pair of leather handcuffs, a collar and a crop. You took your clothes off, staying only with panties on. When you went back, he was laying on the bed, as instructed. As soon as he saw the handcuffs, he put both hands up so you could tie him to the headboard, you knelt beside him, placing the cuffs and then, the collar around his thick neck.

You sat on his lap, only two layers of fabric between your cunt and him. Leaning down, you kissed him hard, devouring him, sucking his tongue, biting his lower lip, nipping at his chin. You grounded your hips on his, moaning at the feel of his erection under you.

“I’m using you tonight, baby,” you told him, moving your hips up and down his covered cock, “be good, and maybe you get a reward in the end, yes?”

“Yes, please,” he moaned, bucking his hips up, into you. You sighed, slapping his face, not very hard just as a warning, but he smiled at you, all sweet and innocent. So you slapped him again, his face flush and he bit back a smile.

You scooted back until you were between his legs, running your hands up and down his muscly thighs. You leaned down, fully mouthing at his cock over his boxers, and he moaned pathetically. Letting your saliva drip down onto the fabric, you fully sucked on him, wetting him all over and making a mess.

“Ah, please, please, love-” He moaned out loud, trying to control his hips, shaking.

“I’m sorry? Did you say something?” You stopped, and he whined, shaking his head no.

You ran your nails up and down his chest, and his breath hitched. You kissed his chest, then you bit down on his skin until a red mark was left. Pato loved pain, he was so turned on whenever you marked his skin out of possessiveness. You knew he would never go for someone else, but a jealous part of you was satisfied that if he ever did, there would be bite marks and hickeys all over his chest to let anyone know who Pato belonged to.

You quickly stood up so you could remove your damp panties. On top of him again, you scooted over, until you had a knee on each side of his head, and the motherfucker smiled wildly as soon as he realized what you were doing.

He welcomed your cunt with an open mouth as you sat on his face, his tongue lapping up at your folds up and down. As a motorsports driver, he had great head and neck control, so you could fully sit on his face and he would be fine.

You moaned, holding on the headboard for balance. He sucked you as if he was making out with your cunt, and you quickly built up to your orgasm. You were so close that you started to ride his face full force, one hand on his head, pulling his hair as you rode him, his stubble was a good kind of pain against your sensitive skin.

When he fully sucked your clit, you were a goner. Moaning and writhing until that shaky haze left your body after you fully rode out your orgasm.

“Ah, baby! You’re such a good boy making me cum,” you said, moving from his head, looking at the complete mess you made of his face.

You held his face and kissed him, tasting yourself and he moaned into your mouth when he felt your hand cupping him over his boxers.

“What is your color?” You asked, breaking the kiss with a string of saliva between your lips.

“Green, baby. Please, please!” His hands bucked against the handcuffs. You hummed and squeezed his cock harder, his boxers wet with both your saliva and his precum.

“I’m not sure if you deserve anything good today, honey” you reached for the crop, hitting Pato’s thighs with it, and he squirmed.

“I’ll be good, mami. I promise I’ll be so good for you!” He pleaded, sweat coating his forehead and the bite marks already showing up purple all over his chest.

You pulled at his boxers, finally setting his cock free, and he moaned at the possibilities. Leaning down, you spit over his cock, not that he really needed, he had leaked so much precum already. You wrapped a hand around his girth, pumping him torturously slow, up and down. You watched his face contort into pain and pleasure, and he tried his best to not fuck into your hand. He failed, so you gripped the crop and hit each side of his face with it. Pato kept moaning and whispering his begging words.

Finally, you let go of the crop, got on his lap and lined up his cock into your entrance. He looked down, all hopeful.

“If you cum without my permission, you will regret it, Patricio.” Your voice was serious, and he nodded in agreement. You reached for his face and slapped him, and he groaned as you placed his cockhead into your warm cunt, “answer, me.”

“Yes, yes, yes! I won’t cum- cum without your permission, mami!” He nodded.

You sunk into him, at once and you felt so full you needed a moment. His eyes rolled back at the feel of your tight, warm cunt. You placed both hands over his chest for balance, then you started riding him, slow at first, up and down with your wetness coating his length. You were going slow, but so hard that he hit that one spot inside you that had you shaking with desire, the knot in your core tightening up before release.

Both of you were moaning obscenely loud, your falling on your face as your muscles started to strain from the movements.

“Ah, mami, please let me cum! I’m so close!”

“Hold it,” you told him, not stopping.

“I can’t! Feels too good- fuck- ah, I can’t-”

You pulled him out, scooting forward on his abdomen and away from his cock as he cried out, so close to his release.

“I told you not to. I’m going to touch myself and make me cum, and you won’t get any release today,” you threatened. He whined.

“No, no, I’ll be good! I won’t cum until you say so, please. Please let me fill you up!”

You chuckled at his eagerness, and you went back, spearing yourself on him once again. Tired of games, you started riding him, fast and hard, pounding both of you on the bed. Running your hands up and down your body, you pinched your nipples and rubbed your clit, until it had you cumming hard on his cock, your cunt clenching so hard on him that Pato thought he was going to pass out trying to hold back his own orgasm. He managed to resist the warm embrace of your cunt pulsing through your high, letting your moans fill the room and you recover from your own orgasm.

“You’re good, baby, so so good holding back f’me,” you said, breathless, “got your first reward.”

You leaned to the headboard, your tits pressing over his face, and uncuffed his wrists, massaging softly with your hands.

“Can I touch you?” His eyes shone like a boy in the park.

“Yes, baby,” you placed his hands on your hips, and started riding him again.

You kept the rhythm from before, snapping your hips, now with the aid of his own hands. It didn’t take much for him to start stuttering, his moans louder by the second.

“I’m sorry, so so sorry! I’m sorry-” Pato said between groans as his hips started bucking into yours.

“It’s ok, baby. You can cum,” you finally allowed him, pulling on his collar to choke him a little bit.

“Thank you, mami. Thank you, thank you!”

He came with a loud groan, his eyes rolling back and his grip on your hips bruising as he twitched inside you, and you clenched around his cock, milking him within an inch of his life. He was all flushed and fucked out, his face sweaty, rosy lips, teary eyed with his pupils blown wide. One of your favorite versions of him. You plopped on his chest, both of you panting and worn down.

You cuddled for a little while, then you managed to get Pato into the bathroom for a warm and quick shower to clean the two of you. He washed you and you washed him, softly and with much affection as always. Aftercare was such an intimate moment between you, always checking with each other if everything was alright. You ran a hand through his hair, down his back, up to his shoulders, and he sighed contently as you ran your hand down his chest. Before leaving the shower, he hugged you, kissing your head and holding you tight for a couple of seconds.

He was sleepy when you got back to bed, you checked his hickeys and bites to see if you had accidentally hurt him, then you put some cream on his skin.

You laid down and Pato laid on top of you, his face against your boobs just as he loved to do.

“Baby, you were very good today,” you told him, softly running a hand through his hair.

“Thank you,” he muttered.

“We need to get water and a snack, come on,” you poked him, but he nuzzled further into your boobs.

“Just five more minutes?”

“Ok, five more minutes, then” you kissed his head.

“I love you,” he said.

“I know,” you pulled his head to peck his lips, “and I love you too.”

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[lxndonorris]

hot bath - Patricio O’Ward

Y/N x Patricio O’Ward Theme: smutish, teasing, touching, not too explicit taking a hot bath with Pato x word count: 1170+

The Monday shift is always the worst at the office, and you’re glad that it’s finally over. Luckily, your boss let you go earlier, because she had to attend an important meeting in a different company, and you, as the new assistant, got the rest of the day off. She is really nice, and it feels like she could see the exhaustion hidden beneath your polite smile. Anyways, you arrive back at your apartment building, slowly climb up the stairs to your flat, just looking forward to spending some cuddly time on the sofa with your boyfriend 

Pato.It feels so good to have him at home for a couple of months, because spending time with him, always makes you smile, laugh, and overall, be yourself. Letting out a breathless sigh, you turn the key, open the heavy wooden door and step inside. Faint music is playing somewhere, and since it’s your song, a huge smile spreads across your lips. “Pato?” You call your boyfriend and wait for any sign of him, but he doesn’t reply. Leaving your jacket by your wardrobe, you slide out of your shoes and make your way through the hallway towards the living room. 

“Pato?” You say, peeking around the corner. You see the TV, some commercial about getting a cheap credit, and scan the room for him, but he is nowhere to be found. “Where are you?” You mutter quietly and hear the music again. Curiously, you follow the soft rhythm through the apartment, walking by your empty bedroom, the vacant kitchen until you arrive at the bathroom door. Carefully, you lean your head against the door, and there is no denying that someone, should be in there.

Slowly, you open the door, with you instantly recognizing the familiar smell of Pato’s scent. A mixture of him, his cologne, and a few candles, which are burning silently. “Pato?” You say shyly, and finally see him, lying in the tub, his head casually resting against the wall behind him and a content smile on his face. His eyes are closed, his hair is really messy, his arms are resting on the edges of the tub, and the song fades away slowly. Sleepily, he opens his eyes, but as soon as he spots you, he flinches quickly, and his whole body stiffens.

“Y/N? Why are you? Did I fall asleep?” He says quickly, checking the clock hanging at the wall. “Honey, it’s okay.” You giggle and walk towards him. Shaking his head in disbelief, he still seems to be a little drowsy. “But I wanted to be ready when you’re home.” He pouts, leaning his back against the cold wall behind him, sighing deeply. “Pato.” You say, sitting down at the edge, running a hand through his wet, messy hair. “I’m back early. You didn’t miss anything.” Smiling, you run a hand down his cheek, with him slowly turning his head towards yours.

Really?” His mouth turns into a shy smile, and he embraces your hand cupping his cheek. Pato lays his head into the palm of your hand, and you place your other hand at his other cheek, squeezing his face gently. “Really.” You say, leaning into him, and the two of you giggle before you kiss him lovingly. “I’m glad.” He says as you separate yourself from him, standing up to look down at him swimming on the tub, foam blocking most of the more exciting view. “That bath looks so good right now.” You rub your forehead and sigh. “Care to join me? It’s still hot.” He smirks, stroking his wet chest with one hand, while the other casually runs through the water and the foam.

“Is that an invitation?” You say, raising an eyebrow teasingly. “Yeah.” He grins, his hand running further down his body, now hidden underneath the foam as well. “Cannot say no to those eyes.” You lick your lips and giggle again. Slowly, teasingly, you start to get undressed, starting with your shirt. Here and there, you look at Pato, who’s now back resting against the wall, his chin a little higher than usual, his eyes follow every move of yours. He smirks playfully, his expression shifting steadily, excited, aroused, happy, and back to a dorky little smile.

And with that, you take your bra off, let it drop to the floor right next to your other clothes. “Yeah.” He mouths, biting his lower lip as you slide out of your underwear. “Yeah.” You stick your tongue out quickly, and with one last look in the mirror, running a hand through your curly hair, you step towards the tub, and right inside the still steaming water. Of course, you made sure to get a big enough tub for the two of you, and now, you sit down, with your back towards Pato, who instantly hugs you from behind, pulling you back. 

“It is hot.” You shiver, as he starts to place kisses all over your neck, tenderly holding your hair back, caressing your shoulder with his soft, but wet lips. “Mhmm.” You moan softly, embracing all of him, his hands in front of your chest, his lips on your skin, and his warm breath down your neck. “This feels good.” Pato groans into your hear, and you can feel him, against your butt, making you chuckle. 

“Pato.” You smirk, turning your head towards his, and he stops for a second, so your gaze meets his. “I cannot help it.” He shakes his head, and starts to stroke your tummy, to your breast, running his thumbs across your nipples, knowing very well that you’re ticklish. restraining yourself, you manage to keep a straight face. “Seeing such a beautiful woman, it does things.” He shrugs before you nudge him playfully. “Dork.” You say, and the two of you share a laugh. Taking a deep breath, you stare into his warm eyes, and for a while, both of you just look at each other, seemingly entranced by the whole situation.

But then exhaustion hits your body again, and you rest your heavy head against his firm chest. “it seems we’re both tired.” He says, his voice yet a little rougher and huskier than usual. Nodding, you close your eyes, rubbing your head against his skin, even though all of his hard muscles tense at your slightest touch, it still feels like the softest pillow in the world. Gently, he runs a hand through your hair, again and again, then down your shoulder, your spine, and back to your neck. Pato keeps that up for a while, as you take a long deep breath after another. 

Feeling his chest heaving with every breath he takes gives you comfort, and you place a hand right at his pecs, carefully outlining his muscles just with your fingertips. “Mhmm.” He moans now, placing a kiss on your forehead. “Let’s stay here, for a little longer.” You yawn, making him chuckle. “Okay.” He says softly, and you spend some more cuddly time with him in the tub, before it’s time to get out of the water.

[an-ocean-blue]

Ticklish

Unknown Female x Patricio O'Ward

Smut

Inspired by the pic above and @lxndonorris​ ♥ ♥  ♥

Getting home from a shopping trip with you friend you smile as you see your boyfriend’s coat on the rack in the hallway and his shoes kicked off underneath there as well. You close the front door softly knowing there’s a chance Pato is sleeping as he is in the middle of preseason training and pushing his body in preparation. Kicking off your shoes and putting both your pairs neatly in their place you gently put your shopping bags on the side table. Opening the door to the living room you smile as you see his fluffy dark hair over the back of the sofa. The tv was on, playing a soccer match but it clearly hadn’t been able to capture his attention as you took in the soft features of his sleeping face making you smile.

Moving over to him you gently cup his cheek, caressing your thumb over his cheekbone you smile and softly whisper his name as he groans. As he opens his eyes you lean in and softly kiss his lips moving to sit in his lap. “How have you been baby?” you whisper softly against his lips as you run you hands through his soft hair. Pulling back for your lips with a smile he moves his hands to you hips pulling you closer. “I’m good. Happy you are back home. Did you enjoy your shopping trip?” he whispers at you as you rest your head on his shoulder, just enjoying his soft embrace. “Yeah it was good. We first got some sushi at the Geisha Lounge and then just hit up our favourite spots” you say with a smile remembering the afternoon spend with your best friend. You two remain cuddled up on the sofa exchanging soft kisses. His fingers gently made their way under your shirt, gently running up and down the bumps of your spine making you squirm on his lap.

“That tickles” you sigh softly as you readjust. “oh does it?” he says and you can hear he grin in his voice. You know what he’s up to before he even moves his hands to your sensitive sides and starts to tickle you. You squeal as you try to wiggle away from his hands whilst simultaneously trying to grab his hands. You end up playfighting and wiggling about until you move just too far and slip off his legs and land on your ass on the ground with a loud thud.

“Oh my god, are you okay baby?” He looks at you with a shocked face as you pout up at him from the floor. “No” you pout trying to look angry but the shocked look on his face makes you crack up and start laughing hysterically pushing yourself up to you knees with you legs grabbing his thighs as he shakes his head at you while you are absolutely losing it. When you calm down a little you put your head on his thigh panting slightly from the laughing as you look up at him from between your lashes. “You are so mean” he smirks down at you as he reaches his hand to your cheek to wipe away a stray tear that had fallen while you were laughing.

“Want me to make it up to you?” you grin wiggling your eyebrows as you shift running your hands up his thighs squeezing gently as you reach the top, cupping one hand over his crotch as you smirk at him before running your tongue over your lips slowly. The way he looks down at you makes you blush and turn your attention to your hands that were fumbling to open his pants. He helped you by lifting himself slightly as you pulled his pants down his legs and wrapped you hands around his half hard penis as you glance up when he moans softly while looking down at you. You lean up to kiss his lips gently once before moving your mouth to where he wants it most. Licking a stripe up his cock you wrap your lips around him starting off slow taking more of him in your mouth each time you bob your head down.

Glancing up at him you see his eyes rolling back as you take him further down your throat. You feel his hand that made his way to your arm squeeze and you pull back slightly grabbing his hand and moving it to the back of your head getting back to work. He gets what you want from him as both his hands make their way through you hair gathering you hair in a pony tail in his grip. He’s not guiding your moves, for now, just letting you determine your own pace as you try to control you gag reflex. You were trying to keep eye contact with him as best you can, but your eyes started tearing up and you closed them, letting yourself get lost in the feeling of his hand in your hair and the cock pushing the back of your throat.

You can’t help but moan at the salty taste of his precum on your tongue, the vibrations of it making him move his hips toward you more. His moans getting louder as you swallow around him. Using the leverage on your hair he pulls you off him for a second, waiting for you to open your eyes just to check in with you for a second and letting you take a few deep breaths before gently guiding your head back and pushing back into your mouth. Running your tongue around the tip before letting him push you down further, setting your pace for you as his hips start to jerk up to as he’s getting closer to his release. You feel the tears gather in your eyes again as he pushes against your gag reflex and you can’t help but moan loving when he took control like this. It allowed you to empty your mind and focus on him. You notice his hips starting to falter alerting you that he’s close to his peak as you tighten your lips even more around him as he pulls you back. He lets the tip rest in your mouth as he floods it with his cum. You open you eyes and look at his face thrown back on the couch cushions in bliss as you swallow around him.

You keep sucking on him gently, milking him for all he’s worth until he uses the grip on you hair to guide your lips away from his oversensitive cock. You’re both panting as you smile up at him, licking some of the cum that had escaped your lips from the corner of your mouth. You grin at him as you move to stand, rolling your head. The angle had been hell on your neck but the look on his face right now was absolutely worth it. Pulling your top off you tossed your shirt in his lap before turning around and heading to your bedroom whilst undoing you bra. “I’m going to have a shower if you want to you join” you call out to him hearing him groan as you dropped the bra in the doorway.