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viennakarma · 2 months

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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]

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“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.”

#formula 1 #smut #pato o'ward #pato o'ward x reader #pato o'ward x you #indycar #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #arrow mclaren #patricio o'ward

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agendabymooner · 1 month

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yapping and lacking ! pato o. x ofc (filo!mclaren admin!ofc) - pt. 2 of caught ‘em lacking

summary: diwa, after her mishaps at the mclaren instagram account during the austin gp, finally moved on from it.

but not far from it as the f1 winter break began and her job as the social media admin continued on by producing a podcast, unintentionally having her relationship with pato debunked by fans and… getting called poor by lando? who knows.

mentioned pairings: oscar piastri x ofc (paloma), carlos sainz x ofc (magda)

content warning: humour, highly recommended to read first part and oscar piastri’s smau for more information about paloma, private accounts, cursing, smidge of filo humour (reparations), flirting, podcast teasers 💀

note: you’ll see that the dates say ‘1/30’ and that’s because i had this since january bahaha enjoy xx

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disaster-racing · 2 months

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#callum ilott #in his silly goofy mood #indycar #arrow mclaren #mclaren!callum is the dream #hope he'll do amazing this weekend!#(i know he will)#katie vs photoshop

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acrosstobear · 2 months

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CALLUM ILOTT TESTING FOR ARROW MCLAREN. THANK YOU @ RACING GODS I HAVE ASKED FOR THIS ONE THING ONLY AND YOU HAVE DELIVERED AMEN

#callum ilott #indycar #arrow mclaren #FRAIJKGIOUEQHRGIU5H3GIULH5GIHQEGOIJTEHGEJGKHEJKLBNEGAFLJKHGADJLH #DONT SPEAK TO ME TOO QUICKLY

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shooters4logan · 3 months

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#professional yapper #formula one #formula 1 #motogp #indycar #wec #arrow mclaren #iron dames #stake kick sauber f1 #idk #vr46

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starkwlkr · 11 months

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better photographer | pato o’ward

about time i write for pato <3 also such a shitty title but i had no ideas there sorry <3

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y/n.l/ en el mar la vida es más sabrosa 🤍

(in the sea life is tastier)

elbaoward i’m such a great photographer 🥰

y/n.l/n love youuuu🫶🏼

owardfans ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOINGHERE

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patriciooward life lately❤️

elbaoward 🤍🤍

patofans soft launching??

lolurnotpierre that could be his sister

patofans girl that is not his sister

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y/n.l/n has added to their story

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patriciooward swipe to see the handsome man who is the better photographer in the o’ward family 😌 and yes, I listen to Kali uchis (I met my girlfriend at her concert so I automatically love Kali uchis now)

y/n.l/n what the fuck patrick

y/n.l/n this is why i rather take elba to see kali uchis

patriciooward NO PLEASE I’LL STOP

y/n.l/n no🥰😍❤️🫶🏼🤍

cigsaftercryingsesh so i guess bro decided to hard launch

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y/n.l/n pato in the water patriciooward

patriciooward this makes my post look like I’m the worst boyfriend ever 😔

y/n.l/n sounds like a you problem 😍

patriciooward oh wow

y/n.l/n love you 💋

indycarmemes quick question, why didn’t pato follow you before?

y/n.l/n he was sending me memes nonstop so i blocked him then unblocked him and we forgot to follow each other back 😭 it’s so stupid but that’s the truth

#indy car #arrow mclaren #pato o'ward #po5 #patricio o'ward #pato o’ward imagine #pato o’ward x reader #Indy car instagram au #pato o’ward instagram au #mclaren

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eightyones · 6 months

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so obsessed with the single dad of two vibe that arrow mclaren have decided to go for next season

#alexander rossi #pato o'ward #david malukas #arrow mclaren

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indyfstop · 6 months

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great mclaren bakeoff | x

#alexander rossi #pato o'ward #alex rossi #david malukas #arrow mclaren #mclaren #indycar #ALEXANDER #im legit insane rn #alex im so INTO YOU #uuuuuggghhh #his tone????#the 'lets go wash your hands'???#like yes sir

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thatsdemko · 9 months

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the ways in which pato shows you he loves you - p. o’ward

pairing: pato o’ward x reader

warnings: fluff

- making friends with your family

when you pull into your parents driveway you don’t expect to see pato’s car already there. you didn’t know they had invited him over for dinner, but you’re not surprised they did. they love him.

“hey, welcome home from work!” pato cheers from where he’s standing in the kitchen. he’s helping your mother cut vegetables, and your siblings are seated around the kitchen island. they loved when pato visited.

“I didn’t know you were going to be here?”

your mother gives you a pointed look, “he was always invited. it was you we weren’t sure if we had room for at the table.”

- running his fingers through your hair

you’re curled up beside him on the couch, head rested against his chest your eyes are beginning to fall heavy. his arm wrapped around you, he pulls you closer to him before moving his hand up into your hair. his fingers gently rake through your locks while gently pressing kisses to your head.

- asking for permission to touch your hair

he knows how long it took for the hairdresser to do your braids. you spent over three hours in the chair last week, and he knows how disrespectful it is if he just started playing with the little curls at the end of the braids, or the baby hairs that were fraying from the hair gel.

“do you mind if I play with the ends of your hair?”

you look up into his eyes and give him a slight nod, heart swelling with his consideration to ask, “of course, pato.”

- remembering your favorite food/drink

you had a busy week at work, one that left you busy from morning until late evenings. you didn’t make it home until around almost nine o’clock every night and you barely were eating full meals. small bowls of cereal and whatever snacks you could find were becoming your meals and pato was not letting that slide.

“hermosa,” he says clearing his throat, but you’re too busy you don’t even pick your head up from your computer to notice he’s there. it’s not until the smell of tacos and enchiladas enter your nostrils do you decide to look up.

“you could use some food.” he sets the arrow mclaren lunchbox down on your desk along with a cup full of your favorite Starbucks drink, “do you want to have lunch with me?” he asks.

“Pato,” you swoon over his thoughtfulness looking up at him, “I’m starving. I would love to have lunch with you.”

- getting you flowers

whether it’s an anniversary, a birthday, or just because pato o’ward has flowers for you. they range from roses to a variety of different arrangements. your kitchen island is always decorated with flowers no matter what.

- cooking for you

his family taught him everything he needed to know to keep his partner happy; cooking was one of them.

you loved the smell of spices coming from your kitchen, your mouth would water and the sight of pato(sometimes shirtless) cooking was always a beautiful sight to see.

“taste this,” he’d shove the hot spoon into your mouth and watch your eyes roll to the back of your head, “good or bad?” he asks worriedly taking another bite himself.

“delicioso.”

- watching your favorite movies with you/listening to the music you like

he didn’t like it at first. oh no, he hated having to sit through a shitty rom-com or listen to the saddest song of the entire car ride, but he did it for you. because you enjoyed it.

“this is the saddest part.” you choke out, a million tissues surrounding your body while you watch that scene in the titanic. the one that has everyone question if there truly was room for jack.

“I know,” he bites his lip trying not to show that he had tears welling. he’s seen this movie about a million times with you, but it still gets him. the dramatics were just that good.

“are you going to cry with me this time?”

“no,” he rolls his eyes playful before a single tear slips down his cheek, “okay maybe I am.”

he takes a tissue from the box and dabs his watery eyes, “I’d rather listen to dear John than watch this scene.”

“imagine dear John during this scene.”

“now you’re just trying to kill me, y/n.”

#pato o’ward imagine #pato o’ward x reader #pato o ward imagine #pato o’ward #pato o ward x reader #pato o’ward x y/n #pato o'ward #pato o’ward fic #pato o ward #pato o’ward fluff #indy car #indycar imagine #indycar x reader #indy car fic #indycar imagines #indycar fic #indycar #arrow mclaren #mclaren

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patowardd · 1 month

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@.pato_tv_ Show & Tell of some friendship bracelets Pato got this weekend in St.Pete 🧡

#ok but can we talk about pato showing off his fb’s???????#I love him with all my heart #for realsis #pato o'ward #i love him #indycar #arrow mclaren

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ricciaryoyo · 8 months

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Ladies and gentlemen, i present you the indycar + f1 2024 mclaren line up

Ft 4 gen z kids and uncle Rossi who might be debating murder, but is yet to decide if itll be someone else or himself

#f1 #formula 1 #indycar #mclaren #arrow mclaren #david malukas #lando #oscar piastri #pato o'ward #patricio o'ward #alex rossi #alexander rossi

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agendabymooner · 5 months

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caught ‘em lacking ! pato o. x ofc (filo!mclaren admin!ofc)

summary: diwa j. arellano was mclaren racing’s social media admin who got along well with the drivers— and the fans love her banters despite not knowing who she was. but what if her slip up leads her to pato o’ward’s noticing her?

content warning: use of explicit language, features oscar piastri x ofc (lomi san pedro), mclaren boys x ofc banters, text messages + posts, accidental post

note: pato in an f1 car 💗🫶 so here’s pato in austin. enjoy xx

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lomisanpedro that man has a gf btw 🤧

mclaren ong 🙏

arthur_leclerc wombat bf 😭

georgerussell63 get yourself a man who looks at you like how oscarpiastri looks at landonorris 😂

mclaren 😭😭

user1 MCLAREN ADMIN IS CLOWNING OSCAR AGAIN LMAO

oscarpiastri you are so next in my list 😐😐 liked by mclaren

mclaren of the best people ever?

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lomisanpedro kuya kim headass 💀 liked by djarellano

djarellano i h8 u sm 🤧 this was your idea bitch

oscarpiastri when they start talking about filipino stuff most of us don’t have any clue about 🤭🤭 liked by djarellano

patriciooward having fun with united states then? 😂 liked by djarellano

djarellano not my first rodeo in the states (haha get it- rodeo bc texas)

landonorris yes bbg put on your clown shoes 🤧🤧

djarellano lando fuck off 😩 fr

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user1 GIVE HIM AN F1 SEAT

user2 my booooy- that’s my boooooy

landonorris jumping up and down rn (not me)

user3 it’s okay lando we know you’re talking about admin

oscarpiastri giggling and stuff rn (not me)

user4 rip admin— cause of death: catching strays from her own employers 🤧

patriciooward hyped to be here! liked by mclaren

mclaren girl me too 🤧

user5 admin you’re not using your main acc

mclaren did i stutter

user5 i- okay

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#formula one imagine #indycar series #indycar smau #indycar imagine #mclaren imagine #pato o’ward imagine #pato o'ward #pato o’ward smau #pato o’ward #pato o’ward fic #patricio o'ward #patricio o’ward imagine #patricio o’ward smau #indycar #indycar social media au #arrow mclaren #indycar x reader

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patito-oward · 11 months

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The Picture of Domesticity

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Summary: A look into domestic boyfriend Pato, and some serious conversations being had.

WC: 1.1k

As the night starts to cool down and you lounge in the pool of your San Antonio home, the smell of poblanos and tortas filled the air. You watch as your gorgeous boyfriend stands attentively at the grill. When you first met him, he was living as a model bachelor, swore the only thing he knew how to cook was eggs, but you’ve brought out the domestic side of him.

“I can feel you staring, amor.” You can hear the shit eating grin in his voice.

“What can I say, I like the view.” He’s got a gorgeous glow to him, the kind that only comes from spending a day in the sun. He’s dressed only in his swim shorts which cling to him in an obscene manner. You climb out of the pool and head towards him.

“Los poblanos están listo” He sets down a plate full of stuffed peppers in front of you.

“Ooh, thank you, baby!” You’re starving and his poblanos are always delicious. You grab one and immediately choke it back out having burnt your mouth.

Your boyfriend immediately starts chuckling.

“Pato!” You shout, “It’s not funny, it hurt.” You put on your best pouty face even though you’re trying not to laugh yourself.

“Lo siento, baby,” He steps towards you and kisses your pouting lips. “I just took them off the grill.”

You kiss him again, humming when he pulls you to him, when he pulls away, “One more kiss and I’ll forgive you.”

“As you wish,” he mumbled before pulling you in for one last kiss. Your hands wrap around his neck and you gently pull at the short hairs there making him groan into your mouth.

When you pull away both of you have labored breathing. “You’re a tease,” He says.

You laugh and then a chill runs through your body. Although you’re unsure if it’s from the incredible kiss or the cool air and your wet clothes, but either way you grab the oversized “fast hands” pullover and put it on.

He pulls the tortas off and shuts the grill off. The two of you eat dinner together and talk about everything and nothing. The season has just ended and having him home everyday still feels new.

After dinner you pick up the dishes and bring them inside, planning on starting the dishwasher and then settling down for the night. Instead, as you’re rinsing plates, a pair of arms wrap around you.

He pulls you back into him and begins swaying his hips with yours. “Have I told you it drives me absolutely loco when you wear my merch.”

You laugh at him softly, your hair was still a mess from your day spent in the pool, and your face burnt. “Haha.”

“Mi amor, I’m not kidding.” He starts kissing a line from your jaw to your collarbone. “I’m so lucky to have you, everyday I’m afraid I’ll wake up and it’s all a dream. And to have you walking around with my name on your back, letting everyone know you’re mine? Nothing sexier.” His voice has turned into a low drawl, and you’ve completely melted into his chest. “Come watch the rest of the sunset with me.”

“I’m doing the dishes, I want to get them done.”

“We’ll do them together later.”

“But you cooked.” He just won a championship you should be the one doting over him.

“I don’t care, I’ll do everything if it’ll make you happier, but please come watch the sunset with me.”

You give in and walk back outside. You sit down on one of the pool lounges, and Pato sits behind you and pulls you to his chest. Leaning your head back onto his chest and feeling his breathing relaxes you greatly. You sit together and watch the sunset in silence.

You glance up at him abc realize he’s staring at you. “We’re supposed to be watching the sunset.”

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like if I wasn’t a driver?”

Turning to look at him, “What!?” you’re definitely shocked, there’s nothing Pato loves doing more than racing.

“I love racing, more than almost anything,” He starts, taking your hands in his. “but I don’t love how often I’m away, and I don’t love all of the extra commitments, and I certainly don’t love racing more than you.”

“I would never ask you to give up racing for me.”

“You’re not asking.” He looks out at the sunset for a moment. “It’s just, when I get to be home like this, and we don’t have to be separated every weekend, it makes me want it all the time.”

“Me too.” You confess.

“Come with me next year?”

“I can’t, Pato” Every week he begs you to call off work and come to the races with him, you’re able to make it to about half. “I have work, and there’s the house, and what about Rocky and Norbi?”

“Quit your job, I have more than enough money for the rest of our lives, the house can be left alone, I’ll have Elba come water the plants once a week, and Rocky and Norbi will come with us.” He’s getting an excited lift to his voice and you can tell he’s thought this all out. “Don’t say no yet, just think about it, please?”

You can see in his eyes that he’s hopeful and begging all at once, and there’s no way you could say no. “I don’t have to think about it. You better get a motor home big enough for 4.”

Joy instantly lights up his entire face and he pulls you into a kiss that’s mostly just teeth. “I can’t wait, I know you’ve been to races before but this is going to be so different. You’ll get to see and be a part of everything. Te amo mucho.”

“I love you, too” Your voice is soft and a little shaky, overcome with emotion and joy.

“Don’t cry, it’ll make me cry.” He’s smiling eye to eye. “I’ll spend the rest of my life making you happy. All I want is to be with you forever. I’m going to marry you, make you a mom, grow old with you, whatever you want.”

He seals his incredible speech with a kiss, you can feel all the emotion that he’s putting into it. You know that traveling with him for the next season will not be a mistake, and will only bring the two of you impossibly closer.

You would’ve never pictured this to be your life. Especially not with the boy who picked you up in a bar with the cheesiest pick up line you’ve ever heard. But you couldn’t be happier about it.

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Thank you so much for reading! I know this was a little wild and didn’t have much of a plot, but I just love Pato so much. This is my first shot at writing in a while, so please give feedback!! I already have another story planned with a more conclusive plot and it should be longer.

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