“Oh Tate, you’re so cute.” Your full lips swallowed his, a small squeak escaping his lips.
Your boyfriend was just the best, even though he was a ghost he was the most perfect boy ever.
“Mmph, fuc—mommy stop.” Tilting your head you frowned, eyeing the pretty little thing under you, “Aww, but bunny.” Your tone laced with fake condolence, “Don’t you like it when I do this?”
Tate gasped, quickly biting his lip to control himself while your hand rubbed his bulge through his boxers.
He was sooo hard, you could feel the heat radiating off him. Poor boy couldn’t stay still, he could feel it in his head he was so dizzy.
“Does it feel good, hm? Tell me. Mommy’s doing good?” Nodding his head while biting his hot plump lips made your panties drenched.
“F-feels so good, mhm I love it so much, please I want you.”
“You already have me.” In a swift movement you pulled his cock out of his boxers, the cold breeze sending chills down his spine, straightening his back out.
“F-Fuuckkk p-pple—Oh I know baby, I know.” His pre cum already lubricated his needy boner, it pulsating with every breath.
Your soft voice just gave him life, it sounded so smooth he just couldn’t get enough.
“Ah, more, more, moree. Shit I need it, c-can I have it mommy ppleassee?” Tate was chasing your hand with his hips, them rising up and down with every thrust of your hand.
“Shut up and keep going, you know, you look so pretty all desperate?
The boy was just so pretty, his slick covered along your French tip manicure, the purple blueish marks kissed all along his waistband.
“My baby looks like such a slut, don’t you think?” You leaned down to whisper in his ear, “I just love pretty sluts like you, you like it when I do this? Your body does.”
A whimper came loose from him, heavy pants following after, his eyes looking up at you with such adoration. “F-fuck, gonna cum, mm—mph I’m so fucking close.”
Your mom had forced you to go shopping with her this morning, you really didn’t want to, all you wanted to do was curl up with the new book you had just gotten and spend your entire day reading but clearly your mother had other plans.
The two of you had left the house around 8 am and it was currently 15:25 and you were spent. You helped her bring the bags in and then immediately went up to your room.
Just as you opened the door, someone had placed their hands around your mouth and over your eyes. You let out a muffled scream as they pushed you against the back of your bedroom’s door.
The person finally uncovered your eyes and once your vision cleared you had realized that it was just your boyfriend Tate. He let out a laugh as you started hitting his chest.
“Did I scare you?” He said as a smirk made its way across his face, moving his face into the crook of your neck as he placed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on the exposed skin. You just shoved him away as you made your way to your bed. You plopped down onto the soft material, looking up at Tate as you opened your arms, signaling for him to come cuddle you. He immediately jumped on top of you, burying his face into your chest.
“I missed you; you were gone all morning.” He said as he lifted his head up to look at you. You leaned down and placed a soft kiss onto his lips. He smiled into the kiss as he made himself comfortable between your thighs, his hands moving under your shirt and caressing the soft skin of your belly.
“You tired?” You asked him as his eyes began to droop.
He just nodded his head as he placed his head of unruly curls onto your chest and closed his eyes, your hands automatically moving into his hair, this was one of your favourite nap positions as both of you felt content and safe in each other’s arms. Tate was soon sound asleep, and you took this as your opportunity to start reading the interesting book you’ve been dying to read.
Just as you were getting into the book, your room door flung open, and your mom appeared in the doorway.
“Your father and I are going out, don’t wait up- oh hi Tate.” Your mom said as she finally acknowledged the sleeping boy on your chest.
“He’s asleep so he can’t hear you, but I hope you and dad have fun.” You whisper yelled towards your mom.
“Thanks honey, is Tate sleeping over?”
“Yeah, things are a bit hectic with his mom right now so he’s going to stay here for a bit if that’s okay?”
“Oh of course, poor thing; anyway, see ya, love you babe.”
“Love you too mom.” You whispered as she closed your room door. You lifted your book back up and started to read again.
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You were almost done with the book, and you lifted your hand to cover your mouth as a plot twist unfolded on the pages in front of you. You were about to turn to the next page when you heard a muffled groan come from the boy resting on your chest.
You place the book down, wondering if you were just hearing things. You looked at Tate again and just as you were about to pick your book up, he groaned again and this time it was accompanied with a thrust.
“Momma please.” You heard Tate mumble in his sleep as his lower half kept rutting into your core. Your eyes widened as you realized what he was doing.
“Tate baby, I’m gonna need you to wake up.” You said as you ran your hands through his hair. He slowly started to wake up, continuing his slow thrusts into your core. You bit down onto your bottom lip, almost drawing blood as you steadied your hands onto Tate’s waist. You kept him still, his thrusts coming to a standstill, his face immediately falling into a frown.
“You alright baby?” You asked the blonde boy as he shook his head.
“What’s wrong Tate?” You asked as he tried to bury his head back into your chest.
“I had a dream about you and now it hurts so badly.” He said whining against your chest. He grabbed ahold of your hand and brought it to his crotch, his hard on rubbing against your hand.
“What do you want Tate?” You knew exactly what he wanted but you wanted him to voice it. He just groaned against you as he tried to bring your hand into his pants.
“No baby, you gotta use your words.” You said as you brought your hands to brush his hair out of his face.
“I need you momma, so badly.” He said as a few tears fell down his face. The sight before you made your core heat up, he looked so hot like this, all needy and desperate for you and only you.
He moved towards your lips and started kissing you sloppily. You shoved your tongue into his mouth, the two of you going at it as he continued to grind against your soaking core.
“Just keep doing that baby, you’re doing so good for me.” You moaned as Tate moved his kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He suckled on your neck surely leaving bruises.
“Momma can I please see you?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he rutted against your clit.
You quickly reached for your shirt and pulled it over your head. Tate immediately latching onto one of your nipples as his hand went to the other, kneading the soft flesh and rolling your hardened nipple between his fingers.
You threw your head back as the pleasure consumed you, running your hands through Tate’s hair and tugging on it, pulling a soft moan from the boy.
“I’m so close momma, so close.” He said as his thrusts got sloppier. As soon as the words left his mouth you grabbed his hips, stopping his sporadic thrusts.
“No please momma I was so close.” He said as disappointment flowed over his features. You just shut him up with a kiss, the two of you roughly making out as you flipped the two of you, Tate now under you.
You maneuvered out of your underwear as Tate did too.
“Take care of me please.” He said as you grabbed ahold of his hardened cock and ran it through your folds, Tate gasping at the feeling.
“Of course, baby, I’ll always be here for you.” You said as you finally sunk down onto him, both of you gasping at the feeling.
You began bouncing up and down on his dick, throwing your head back as he hit that spongy spot inside of you.
“Momma please I can't keep it anymore I really need to come, momma please.” He pleaded with you as you began spelling his name out on his cock.
“You can keep it in longer; I know you can and because you’re such a good boy you definitely won’t cum without my permission, right baby?” You said as you looked down at Tate writhing in pleasure.
“Always a good boy for-for momma.” You smiled at his response as you picked up the pace, leaning down and placing your lips onto his neck. You sucked on his sweet spot, raking your nails up and down his chest. The pleasure was all too much for him, he really did try and wait for your permission, but he just couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Momma I’m going to cum I’m sorr-so sorry momma!” He screamed as his cum painted your walls white.
You felt his release and looked up at him from where you were suckling on his neck.
“I’m really sorry momma.” He said as he caught his breath. You brought your hands to his face and brushed your thumb across his bottom lip.
“Shhh, it’s okay baby but you’re gonna finish what you started and mommy’s going to sit on your pretty little face, is that alright?”
He all but moaned at your request, quickly moving you up and on top of his face.
You hovered above him but you were quickly brought down onto his lips as his hands gripped your thighs. His tongue moving along your folds as his nose stimulated your clit. Your moans grew and you unconsciously started grinding against his face.
You could feel your orgasm approaching as his tongue moved from your clit and down to your entrance, the action made you throw your head back in pleasure loving the feeling of your boy pleasuring you.
“Baby I’m so so close.” You said as you felt his nose nudging your clit, the action once again sending you over the edge.
Your grinding came to a stop as Tate continued to lap at your juices carrying you through your euphoric orgasm.
You moved off of his face, watching as his slick covered mouth pulled into a smile.
“How’d I do momma?” He said as you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“You did so good baby, made me feel so good.” You said as you ran your hand through his curls. He smiled at the action and brought you down to kiss him, you happily obliged at the action and brought your lips down to meet his in a soft and loving kiss.
“How bout we go shower?” You said as you pulled away from Tate’s lips. He nodded his head at your question as you grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bathroom.
His hands never left your waist as the two of stood by your shower waiting for the water to warm up.
The two of you eventually got into the shower, the water flowing over your body, Tate pressed a kiss to your neck.
“I love you so so much.” He said as he pressed his lips to your shoulder.
You brought his face up with your hands and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.
“I love you too baby.” You said as the two of you stayed close under the stream of water.
more sub/mommy kink tate 😭😭!!! just like him whining to himself because you won’t touch him
Please Touch Me - Tate Langdon
x fem!reader
cw: mommy kink, mutual masturbation
“Can’t you see I’m busy Tate?” You let out a berated sigh as you flip to the next page of your magazine. You were comfortably submerged in the soapy water in your bathtub, your hair cascading over the edge as you read.
Tate sat on the edge of the bathtub, whirling the water softly with his hand, not making eye contact with you.
“I know,” Tate mumbled, his eyes raking over your naked body covered in soap suds. His breath hitched as his gaze centred in on where the curve of your breasts left the water, your nipples perked from the cool air.
He just wanted attention, and most of all, he wanted to touch you, to be touched by you.
“I’ll talk to you later,” you mumbled back, chewing on your bottom lip as you engrossed yourself in all the celebrity gossip that jumped out at you from the glossy page.
“But.. I wanna be with you. Now,” Tate wasn’t taking no for an answer, his fingers that were playing with the water moving upwards to caress the soft skin of your arm.
You let out another sigh, closing your eyes and leaning your head back onto the edge of the tub. Tate’s wondering fingers ran up your arm challengingly, until they were tracing over your collarbones.
When you didn’t say anything in protest, Tate continued, his touch leaving you for only a moment before it was back, this time on your exposed breasts. His hand cupped the warm mound of flesh, his forefinger and thumb pinching your erect nipple. A moan bubbled at the back of your throat, but you didn’t let it leave your lips.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Your eyes open to look up at Tate, who’s gaze was still fixated on your breasts. As he massaged one in his hand, you noticed his other hand palming himself through his jeans.
“Nothing mommy,” Tate whispered, his hand travelling over to your other breast to repeat his actions.
“Is this because I haven’t touched you today?” Your gaze remained on Tate’s hand as it desperately squeezed at his hardening erection. He was so needy, and seeing your naked in the bath only brought it out more in him.
“Yes momma, need you,” Tate refused to give up, his hand now moving from your breast to your stomach, his fingers featherlike under the water.
“Tate,” you bit into your lip harder as his fingertips traced your hipbones, before reaching the apex of your thighs.
He stilled for a moment before you made eye contact.
“Please mommy,” Tate looked at you desperately as he whined for you, taking his hand off himself to guide one of yours towards him.
“Please what, Tate?” You test him as your fingers pinch around the fastener of his jeans.
“Please I need you to touch me,” he whines again, his eyes silently pleading with you as his hips slightly buckle up to meet your hand.
“Mommy likes it when you use your words,” you coo, unzipping his pants and unbinding the button.
Tate bit back a smile as you worked to pull down his boxers slowly, gasping softly as his cock sprung out and hit his stomach.
“That looks so sore,” you observe the way his angry red tip leaks with pearls of pre cum and begin softly tracing the veins that protrude from his shaft.
Tate’s eyes close from your gentle touch, and a soft whimper leaves his parted lips.
“M-more, please momma, it hurts,” Tate pines, his own hand reaching for the heat between your legs. The pads of his fingertips rest on your clit, applying the smallest amount of pressure. A coil begins to tighten in your lower abdomen as you continue to softly tease him. You loved how desirous he was for you.
“I bet it hurts, baby,” your hand finally wraps around the base of his cock, squeezing gently. He lets out another whimper that almost sounds like a cry. When his eyes open you can see them glassed over with tears he didn’t want to let fall.
“Keep touching mommy,” you instruct him, “maybe then you’ll be rewarded.”
Tate works vigilantly, gliding his fingers across your clit down to your entrance, and then back up again. The water made everything so soft and wet, and it drove you both crazy.
“You feel so good mommy,” Tate continues circling your sensitive bundle of nerves, watching as your body relaxes with pleasure.
“You’re making me feel so good,” you utter, moving your hand upwards on his shaft, collected the pre cum with your palm and smearing it down the expanse of his length.
Tate groans softly as you work with him in your hand, before his fingers sink back to your opening and slide inside. Your back arches off the bathtub as he steadily begins to pump two fingers inside you, watching diligently to the way your body responds to his touch.
“That’s it baby. Just like that,” you praise, picking up pace around him, squeezing just a fraction harder.
“Oooh-fuck, mommy,” Tate whines, buckling his hips up again to meet with your hand as it strokes him, still knuckle-deep inside your velvet, pulsing cunt.
Tate fingers curl up to meet your g spot and your breath hitches in your throat. With shaking thighs, you clamp your legs closed around Tate’s hand, anticipating your release. He always got you so worked up.
“Cum with me baby, you’re gonna make mommy cum.”
The heel of his palm rests against your clit, speeding up his fingers as your hand returns the favour around his clock. Tate begins to work up a sweat, indulging in pleasuring you the same way you’re pleasuring him.
“I’m cumming momma- oh, holy fuck,”
His cock twitches in your hand as you begin to pulse around his fingers, and soon you’re both coming together. Tate’s body shudders as he reaches his climax, hot spurts of cum coating his simple striped t-shirt as you moan his name through your orgasm.
Your hand doesn’t leave his cock as it rests against his stomach, feeling his heavy breathing against your fingers.
“Feel better baby?” You ask as he removes his hand, his cheeks flushed red in titillation.
“Thank you mommy,” Tate bites down on his lip as you squeeze at his sensitive cock, trying to alleviate some of the rawness he was feeling.
“You did so good,” you take his hand in yours, bringing his fingers up to your mouth and slotting them inside to meet with your tongue.
Tate watches with wide, dark eyes as you suck off what’s left of your arousal from his fingers. He can’t wait for you to get out of the bath so he could cum again.
Hi! Sorry to bother, you really don't have to do this but if you don't find it disgusting, weird or repugnance I was thinking about something like Tate with a lactation kink. Since he has a mommy kink I was thinking about writing something like this would make sense, and I really like everything you write, I was just looking at your profile and you can already consider me your fan. You really don't need to write this, but if you did I would be really happy because it sure would be perfect! ♥️
Alright I'm gonna do this as the reader has Galactorrhea which is when you produce milk without being pregnant.
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I walked in the house waiting for my boyfriend to pop up. I had gotten this house when my parents died in a car crash. "Momma" I turned my head to face the boy with tears in his eyes. "Tate?" He walked up to me wrapping his arms around my waist his face buried in my breast. "What happened baby?" He sniffled softly, "Constance." I rubbed soft circles on his back kissing the top of his head. "Wanna talk about it?" He started pawing at my breast shaking his head no. I went to pull his hand off my boob, but he looked up at me with pleading eyes. "Momma, I'm thirsty..." I looked down at the boy nestled into my boobs. "C'mon baby." I walked him to our room and laid on the bed, I slid off both my shirt and my bra. "I want to feel you too..." I smiled at him slipping off my pants and panties too, watching as he joined me, naked in the bed. He slid himself between my legs and then into me, letting out a faint moan followed by a whimpered out "Momma" I started to rub his back, his lips attached to my breast, and he let out a muffled moan and just rested in me while sucking at my breast, drinking the milk that came out. I heard soft snoring after a while, the sucking come to bit of a stop. He had fallen asleep just like a baby would. I went to push his off gently but then remembered his cock was still in me. I then heard him whimpering softly making me look at him, I felt him slowly push his hips into me making me moan and wake him up. "C'mon baby wake up; I need you up." He stirred in his sleep a bit before looking at me. "Momma I need you..." I smiled at him as he pushed his lips back onto my sensitive nipple and started pushing in and out of me. I ran my fingers through his hair and moaned at the feelings he made me feel. He kept sucking at the milk that came out of my boobs and into his mouth, drinking it as much as he could while still moving in and out of me gently. "Momma I love you so much. I'd never hurt you on purpose." "I know baby, momma knows." His thrust got deeper before I spilled on him and him into me. My insides now painted with his warm, wet, seed filled cum. "Tate I'm sore." He whined before detaching from my breast. "Sorry..." I smiled and rubbed his before telling him sweet nothing and cuddling him, while he still was inside of me, one hand still on my breast.
- he has been submissive multiple times in the bedroom before, so you weren’t shocked when he brought up wanting to try pegging.
- his bratty side coming in, he would brag on how he could take you all but once it happens, he would tear apart!
- his favorite position would be missionary because he would want you so close to him. He also likes to do eye contact but would break it after 3 seconds.
- pull his hair while you whisper praises in his ear... he would cum at the moment.
- ge definitely has a ma'am kink. I just know it. You hear it so much when he's the submissive one.
- tate is one of the vocal ones in bed. He is always vocal, sub or not.
- he hides his face in your neck or chest when he orgasms...
- i'm calling it- PILLOW PRINCESS. Usually when its pegging time, he would let you do all the work.
- he goes insane when you edge him and tease him. He absolutely loves it!!!
- 100% would ask you to oversimulate him. He doesn't want the pleasure to stop and he's vocal about it.
- tell him what to do. He loves being told what to do. Everyone knows that.
⚠️Warnings: Sex, adult toys, masturbation, oral (both giving and receiving), just dirty subjects in general.
REQUESTS ARE NOW OPEN!
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex.)
Tate is very sweet after sex. He’s gentle, and focuses 100% on you. He’ll ask you many times over to make sure he didn’t hurt you, get cool towels to clean you up, and tuck you into bed with his arms wrapped tightly around you.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of their partner’s.)
Tate is more romantic than most, although he does love your body, the feature that renders him completely speechless are your eyes. He loves the way you look at him, and will force you to make eye contact with him during sex for just that reason.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically.)
He doesn’t really like the mess. Tate would prefer to either cum inside you, or have you swallow it. Afterwards he gets tired and just wants to pass out with you, he wouldn’t enjoy cleaning up. Tate also loves the idea of part of him being with you, his cum inside you for the rest of the day.
D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs.)
Tate is a TOTAL SWITCH. I’m not gunna argue about this one. Some nights he might be mad, taking it out on you in all sorts of ways, but others he would want nothing more than you to flat out use him. I’m sure this boy has a hidden mommy kink, and that’s something you two should explore together.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
He hasn’t had sex too many times, but this kid knows what he’s doing. Because Tate gets so emotionally attached, he has a talent for knowing just how to please you. It’s a game to him, the fun is seeing how loud he can get you to scream.
F = Favorite position (This goes without saying.)
Classic missionary. I know, I know, but hear me out. The expression on your face, your eyes, the way your lips form with the little sounds you make, he wants to be able to see it all. His high comes from your pleasure.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Tate isn’t very humorous during sex. He might make a few jokes afterwards, but he takes your pleasure very seriously. If you don’t finish, it’s an insult to him and he feels horrible. Therefore, it’s no laughing matter.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Tate is dirty blonde, he keeps pretty well groomed since there isn’t much else to do once you‘re dead.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)
Tate tries to be very romantic. He’s super possessive, and needs you to know just how much he constantly obsesses over you.
J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon.)
Tate jacks off to you all the time. There’s not much else to do. It mainly occurs when you’re at school or not home, though occasionally when you have loads of homework and he isn’t able to coax you away from it. He would MUCH prefer proper sex with you instead.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks.)
Tate would be down to try pretty much anything, but he loves breath play, latex (ofc), knives, dom/sub, and as I mentioned has a hidden mommy kink.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do.)
He can’t leave the house, so usually there. Although he has always had a fantasy about fucking you in a movie theater... maybe on Halloween. (This is in my prompt list, do not fret.)
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going.)
Literally anything. He’ll get horny just watching you randomly. He has a crazy high sex drive being as secluded as he is, so hopefully you’re willing to satisfy his needs.
N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs.)
Hurt you. Like- ever. I mentioned the knife kink, but it would only be the risk factor. He would never intentionally cut you, and if he did he would never forgive himself.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He loves both, but he lives to please. Tate would much prefer to go down on you, and will drop everything whenever you want him to.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
He starts off slow as hell. Almost annoyingly so. He’s just too concerned he will hurt you. After a minute or so and “I promise you won’t hurt me Tate, please go faster.” he’ll lose all control, pounding into you like a complete fucking animal.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Anytime. Literally anytime. You ask, he’ll fuck you then and there.
R = Risk (Do they take risks?)
Tate has a love-hate relationship with risk. It turns him on, but he’s also constantly worried he’ll hurt you. He loves the risk of being sexual in public however. He just can’t seem to keep his hands off you.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
He can’t last crazy long, but give him an hour and he’ll be begging for another round.
T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Tate doesn’t have much interest in toys. He would much rather pleasure you himself, with his own body.
U = Unfair (How much they like to tease.)
He loves to tease, but gives in too fast. Tate can’t stand your desperate cries and ends up giving you what you want a little sooner than planned.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Tate will moan. It’s just gunna happen. He is horrible at keeping them in. He will try to keep the volume down as much as possible, but you’ll still hear those beautiful sounds in your ear for sure.
W = Wild card (A random headcanon for the character.)
Shower sex: He doesn’t like it! Water makes horrible lube and washes away anything else you would use. He refuses to hurt you.
X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes.)
Tate is a normal size, around 5 inches. He is relatively thick, and fills you up as if he was made for you. Big enough to please, but not cause pain.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Constant. Seemingly at the worst times too. Company over? He’ll try to steal you away. Need to go to school? Tate will do everything in his power to keep you home just to fuck.
Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards.)
Tate loves falling asleep with you after sex, it’s like a ritual. If you want, he’ll offer to be the big spoon, but you both know his favorite spot is with your arms snug around him.
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You lay with your back against your mattress, staring up at the ceiling at the fan as it spun in slow circles. You tried to take deep breaths to help distract you from the fiery rage that was building inside you. Your boyfriend Tate had disappeared after your small argument, leaving you to plummet deep into your own thoughts. Your fight spiralled after it started with you telling Tate to stop leaving his dirty clothes all over the floor.
"Do you even care?"
"No, actually, I don't,"
"I swear, you never care about anything!"
"You're not being serious right now, it's literally just fucking clothes,"
"They're all over the floor Tate! Pick them up! I can't stand the sight of our bedroom right now!"
"I'm going, this is fucking ridiculous."
It's been almost half an hour, and your anger has fizzled down to a slight pang in your chest. You spent most of the time glancing over at the door, seeing if he'd appear, with the same puppy dog eyes he always gave you when he was sorry, and he wanted your forgiveness.
You try and stifle the smile that threatened to spread across your face when Tate finally appears in the doorframe, looking down at his shoes, kicking at the floorboards, his shoelaces untied.
He doesn't move until you let out a sigh, and pat the bed beside you, motioning for him to lay down next to you. His eyes lock with yours, and you can see how glassy they are. Your heart hurts seeing him so upset.
"C'mere baby," you coo, as he finally shuffles over to the bed, laying down on his side beside you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He breathes in your comforting scent, as you lay your hand in his soft blonde curls, combing through them.
“What’s wrong?” You ask softly, as he kicks off his shoes, leaving his feet in mismatched socks.
“I feel bad,” he says quietly, not daring to look at you as he sniffles into your neck.
“You just have to be tidy Tate, that’s all.” you offer the solution, but Tate continues to sulk. He’s never been able to handle your arguments well.
“I don’t like when you’re mad at me,” he grumbles, his arm wrapping around your chest, his hand resting on your opposite shoulder.
“I’m not mad anymore,” you reassure him, tilting your head to kiss his hair.
“Yes you are, I can tell,” you feel the rough fabric of his jeans from around his crotch rub against your bare thigh, “I’m sorry, mommy.”
“It’s okay baby,” you breathe out, his leg resting atop yours to get a better angle of your thigh. With his face still set in the crook of your neck, you notice his breathing picking up pace, as he begins to rock harder into your thigh.
“Is something else wrong?” You ask him, lifting his head so you could see his face. His pupils had drowned out his dark irises, his face blotchy from crying, his lips red and swollen. He looked so defeated, but the bulge building friction against your leg said otherwise.
He just lets out a soft whimper, his hand on your shoulder coming around to creep under your oversized shirt, cupping and kneading at one of your bare breasts.
“Use your words Tate,” you say more firmly, his eyes glued to your parted lips, as he lets out a small cough.
“Yeah,” he answers finally, his lips attaching to your jaw, leaving wet opened mouth kisses. Your eyes close momentarily as you let Tate use you to stimulate himself, his erection only growing bigger with every brush against your thigh.
“Take these off baby,” you reach down to unbutton his jeans, unzipping them and helping him pull them down his legs. Now only in a soft sweater, his boxers and socks, Tate lets out more whiny moans, now only a millimetre of fabric separating his sensitive, leaking cock from your smooth bare skin.
“Momma?” He asks, his lips by your ear as he whispers into it.
“Hm?” You ask him, letting out a soft sigh as he sucks on your earlobe, his fingers pinching around your hard nipple.
“Can I.. go inside? Just a little, I just wanna- I wanna feel you,” he says, blush rising onto his cheeks.
You smile at him, cupping his cheek with your hand and kissing his soft lips. He groans softly into the kiss, as your hand comes down between you to palm him through his boxers. He’s quick to prod at your mouth with his tongue. You open your mouth wider to allow his tongue to fight with yours, your kisses soppy and ringing in your ears.
You pull away, biting your lip as your thumb strokes his defined cheek bone. He looks into your eyes hopeful, and so fucking needy, trying not to furrow his eyebrows from the pleasure your hand is giving him below.
“Okay baby,” you reply, the smile on his face making your decision so much more worth it.
You pull down at his waistband, his erection finally springing free from the confines of his boxers, swollen and seeping pre-cum. The sight alone almost made your drool, before you pull down your own underwear, lifting your shirt so it’s balled around your ribcage.
You turn to your side, your bare ass now up and rubbing against Tate’s throbbing cock, begging to enter you.
“Now mommy?” He asks politely, holding his cock in his hand and stroking it softly. Your hand comes around between your bodies and takes over his, guiding it towards your entrance.
“Just a l-little- please,” Tate begs, as his tip enters between your pulsing folds, your other hand coming down to rub at your clit.
“Ohh fuck mommy,” Tate groans, as he pushes himself further inside you, stretching you out deliciously with his length.
“That’s it baby, you stay there okay?” You tell Tate, as he bottoms out inside you, his toned stomach pressed against your back.
“Feels so good, my god,” Tate whines, kissing your shoulder through your shirt, his fingers digging into the fabric.
Tate can’t help but move his hips, thrusting slowly and only a little bit in and out as small moans leave his lips. You grab his hands, bringing them around to your breasts again for him to knead.
“I’m in heaven,” Tate mumbles, “see I’m so sorry mommy, you make me feel so good, I promise I’ll be tidy.”
“Good baby,” you say, receiving a small kiss on the cheek by Tate, “Mommy’s gonna make herself cum on your cock okay?”
“Okay, please,” Tate replies, as you begin to bounce back against him slowly, feeling his fingers on your bare breast, and your own fingers circling your clit.
His needy whimpers in your ear as you contract around him and his cock twitching inside you drives you crazy, soft moans leaving your own lips as it’s your turn to use Tate for your own pleasure.
It doesn’t take you long to cum. When you did, Tate sucked on the skin of your neck, and suddenly his pace quickened inside you.
“Oh my god- Tate!” You moan, his whimpering turning to grunts as he too finishes, inside you, and refuses to leave once he’s done.
“Feels s’good mommy,” he nuzzles his head back in your neck, wrapping his arms around you, “I never wanna leave.”
“Babe” I looked over at the boy laying on my bed with a smile. “Yes Tate?” he whined and sprawled out on the bed like a cat, “I want you...” I eyed him suspiciously, “why?” He rolled his eyes at me and huffed out a whine again before mumbling nevermind. I chuckled and turned back around to finish putting my jewelry up only to be stopped by a whiny moan. I turn around and look at the blonde laying on my bed grinding into it ever so softly. “M-mommy, I need you. Please?” I stopped and sat by him on the bed resting my hand on his back. “You know you could’ve asked babyboy” He whimpered out a few noises and then replied, “I did, but you asked why.” I smiled, “I’m sorry my little prince.” His hips had completely stopped by now making me frown. “Keep going.” He shook his head no and moved over to his head laid on my thighs, one of his hands pawing on my breast like a cat to a blanket. “Mommy, I need YOU to touch me.” His lips forming a gentle pout making me coo at his absolute cuteness. One of my hands played with his hair massaging his scalp, while the other traveled down his boy slightly playing with his nipple before going down to the waistband of his jeans. “My needy, cute, babyboy.” My hand still stuck between his little curls as
I leaned down and kissed his lips, working to undo his pants and then removing them for him. I pulled away from the kiss and laid my hand over his dick and started slightly caressing him drawing soft moans from his parted lips. “Mommy I want you on me, please” I smiled and let go of him so he could move to lay down. Whilst he busied himself with getting comfortable and naked, I slid off my shirt and pants, I had the tendency to not wear bras when at home, so I was in only my black panties. “M-momma you look so good, please just touch me” I was reminded of the scenery as he moaned at for me making grabby hands. I know just how he is; he didn’t want sex. No, he wanted me to make love to him, treat him gentle and hold him, and that exactly what I am going to do. I laid by him before rolling onto him, his very prominent hard on pushing against my clothed pussy. “Momm-” I cut him off pressing my lips into his in a very loving and passionate way, my hands trailing his to hold them above his head, interlacing them. I pulled back, only one hand moving to strip myself of my underwear before grabbing his hard dick lining him up at my dripping hole. “Are you ready love” He quickly nodded, I loved him so much and loved always making sure I was doing everything right for my sweet babyboy. I slid myself down on him before capturing him in another loving kiss, moving myself above him gently. “Momma” his moans filled my ears as I let go of his restrained arms, allowing them to wrap against me, holding me close to him. His thrust meeting my bounces as he buries his face into my neck. “Momma ‘m gonna-” I place another kiss on his lips, “Go ahead Tate, fill mommy up.” He whimpers and shoots his seed into me, painting my insides white while I clenched around him allowing my own orgasm to soak his dick. “I love you (name)” I smiled at his half-awake confession, kissing his forehead. “I love you too Tater-Tot”
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this was for the needy tate request next ill do toxic kai, shuri and the others dw guys imma get them done!
