You Feel Like Self Destruction
Warnings: smut, smoking, p in v, mention of aggression, mention of sh, use of swear words, cre@mp!e.
You lie awake in your bedroom, the clock reads 8:56pm. You can hear you’re parents arguing about couples therapy, you’re dads complaining about the price while you’re mom complains about how it doesn’t seem to be working. You agree with her, you don’t think anyone could help them.
You hear a knock at your door, you know who it is. You yell “Come in!” The door opens and you see Tate standing there, he’s looking slightly sheepish and you’ve noticed your parents arguing has stopped. You squint your eyes slightly “did you do something Tate?” He moves closer to you “I know how you don’t like to hear you’re parents arguing, I just knocked over something in the kitchen hoping you’re parents would go check on it”
You know that’s not true, he probably did something more violent. You hope, atleast.
“Did you?” He’s always been a horrible liar, to you. He looks away “I might’ve thrown something at your dad” you grin at that.
“Come here” you demand softly, he immediately complies and sits next to you, his arm snaking around your waist. You tilt you’re head at him, bringing you’re fingers up to his hair. You let your hands explore his curls, not entirely paying attention to what he’s saying.
His fingers join yours and he asks “did you hear what I just said?” You look fully at him and shake your head, “sorry” He smiles “it’s fine, you know I’ve been thinking…” he stops
“It’s just that we’ve been spending lots of time together and I think.. maybe you should know how I feel”
You stop. “Oh? Go on” your eyes move around his features.
“I think that we should be more then.. whatever we are..” Your eyes move back to his. “Well what were we in the first place?”
Tate stops once more “I don’t know” before you know it his lips have collided with yours, the kiss is passionate as if all the tension that’s slowly been building up poured into this exact moment. His hands move down you’re sides to you’re hips, he breaks the kiss to whisper “Can I?” You nod and he kisses you’re neck, moving his hands high up you’re legs to you’re waistband. He marks you’re neck with numerous hickeys, moving down you’re body while planting kisses along you’re chest and stomach.
Eventually, both of you’re guy’s shirts are off and he hovering over you’re stomach. “Do you really want this?” He asks, you nod frantically “yes I do” “Beg” he demands. “Please make me feel good Tate” he smirks and moves lower down, his fingers pulling your waistband down.
A few seconds later he’s eating you out like a man starved, his fingers splay over you’re stomach preventing you from squirming, you inhale sharply as you feel him nibbling on you’re clit lightly. You feel you’re peak getting close and he senses it as well and stops?
“Tate” you manage to say breathlessly “keep going”
“Patience doll, give me one minute”
You wait about 15 seconds before he asks “are you ready for me y/n?”
In one swift motion he thrusts inside of you smoothly.
He sets a rhythm, keeping you on edge with each thrust.
He speeds up when he feels himself getting close “Tate.. I’m so close”
“Don’t worry” within one thrust you guys both finish, he unloads his hot seed inside you.
He collapses beside you, both of you breathing heavily. “You’re amazing” he manages.
You reach for a pack of cigarettes on your bedside table, “want one?” He nods taking one from the packet, putting it into his mouth. You light his along with yours.
