I am here with another fanfic featuring Tate! I am obsessed with him.
Big thanks to @violaceousatrocity for the idea and brainstorming with me on it!
Contains: Public Sex, Outdoor Sex, Sex during a Blizzard, Consensual sex (Mild Coercion), Oral Sex, Gender Neutral MC, Body Worship, MC sucks on Tates Tits.
You’d arrived at the only grocery store in this small town for just a few essentials, and something to have for dinner. You hadn’t expected to meet the love of your life. Okay you were being dramatic, but he was extremely attractive.
While walking past the meat department you’d seen him, tall, thick set, huge burly arms and long curly hair. He’d caught you staring and grinned, causing you to blush a vivid red and hurry along your way.
The store was small though, and there were several times you found yourself glancing back at the meat department… and finding him staring right back, smiling.
You had to get out of here before you threw yourself over the meat counter and buried your fingers into his soft chest and belly. You didn’t make eye contact with the cashier, remarkably easy since he didn’t seem interested in you either, swallowing back your emotions.
It was only when you had your few items bagged up and you turned around did you see the state of the weather outside. Yes it had been snowing pretty heavily before, but you’d figured that a quick stop at the store before going home wouldn’t hurt.
Now everything outside was white, thick, wet snow pelting against the glass. You jumped as a hand curled around your shoulder.
“Want me to walk you out to your car, Sha?” a deep, gruff voice asked. You whipped around to look up at the owner of the hand, looking up at the butcher.
“I-I…” you couldn’t find any words, and he began chuckling.
“Don’t worry, Sha. I just clocked off… I got plenty of time to take care of ya…Name’s Tate, by the way.” He winked, thrumming his fingers across your shoulder. Even if you had been a nun, you would have caught the intent of his words.
Your breath was stuck in your throat as you nodded, looking him up and down, then finally finding your voice.
“Y-Yeah… I’d… like that…” You were sweating despite the cold, as the doors opened and Tate led you outside, hand still on your shoulder. It was nearly impossible to see, but you knew where you parked, next to a truck near the store.
Over the wind, you heard Tate mumble something. You didn’t quite catch it though, and glanced up at him.
“What?” you asked, your voice blown away with a strong breeze.
“You parked next to me, Sha. Just found it funny.” You gave a nervous laugh, setting down your bags as you made a move to find your keys, open your trunk. You wondered faintly if he’d even fit in your car for a quick fuck, Tate’s hands trailing down your sides to your hips.
And then the wind was slapping against your bare legs. Tate had gotten a grip of your pants and yanked them down in one tug. They had definitely been torn from the force.
You shrieked, reaching down to pull them back up before you were being lifted in the air.
“W-Wait! Not out here!” You were quickly shivering, wanting to fight Tate off but at the same time, pressing yourself into his warmth.
“Don’t worry, Sha, it’s so thick out here no one can see us… And if they hear your screams, maybe they’ll just think it’s a yeti.” Despite your initial fear, you couldn’t help but love the thrill that went up your spine. You’d never fucked out in the open before…
You grunted as you were set down on the hood of Tates truck, the snow piling up acting as a cushion. You were on your back, and a wave of dizziness hit as your head hung over the side. Any questions you had about why he’d set you down like this though were answered when his cock slapped against your cheek.
“Get me wet, Sha, or it will hurt like a bitch going in.” Tate’s voice came from somewhere above you. He didn’t need to tell you twice though, your inhibitions were out the door now.
Opening your mouth, he barely gave you a moment before he shoved himself in. The angle helped you to not instantly choke on him, but the pace he picked up definitely made you gag. But it also just made you drool more, getting him nice and wet like he requested.
It was still fucking freezing though, you grunted as Tate’s giant hands grabbed your coat and shirt. You let out a grunt around his cock as the sound of fabric tearing hit your ears, and suddenly your chest and stomach were exposed to that knife-like wind too.
You’d probably care more about that if you didn’t have a thick, perfect cock fucking your throat though, the heat of the moment and your lust was enough to keep you warm for now.
Soon enough, Tate was pulling out. His cock was dripping from your drool, and he gave a groan of discomfort. Before you could sit up or try to move, he had already spun you around, the shreds of your coat and shirt slid off you and onto the ground.
The frigid weather meant that your spit had quickly become ice cold on his dick, and you yelped as you felt it rub against your entrance. It wasn’t rubbing for long though, and you let out a gasp as he began to push it in.
“W-Wait! You’re going too fast!” you began, trying to sit up. The snow underneath you slid, and was soaking your skin, as his cock burled into you.
“Can’t wait, Sha.” Tate grunted, smirking down at you. “I don’t want my dick to get frostbite. Better just hold onto what you can.”
Frostbite. That very real threat seemed to jolt something in your brain. You were cold. You were freezing. Fuck, this had been the coldest you’d ever been in your life. It no longer felt cold, it felt like you were on fire. Your teeth were chattering so hard you thought they were about to break.
Tate though, was looming over you, huge, warm, his cock stuffing you up perfectly. His coat was unzipped, showing off his perfect chest and belly underneath a tight black tank top.
Your hands flew forward, shoving your icy digits up under that black fabric and pushing it up as fast as you could. If your ice cold fingers shocked him in any way, he didn’t show it, grinning as his chest and stomach were bared for you.
You pressed yourself against him, moaning both as his cock began to thrust at a breakneck speed and at the warmth he brought. Burying your face into his chest, you wrapped one arm around his wide shoulders, and let the other fall to grab and knead at his fat.
He was so much larger than you, his breath was hot across the back of your neck, beading up quickly in condensation, which then began to freeze against your skin.
You couldn’t focus on the cold anymore though, you were too busy, mouthing at his tits.
“Heh- Yeah, chew on me like you chew on a chicken bone, Sha” Tate grumbled picking up his brutal pace. You were drooling all over him as you latched onto his right tit, beginning to suck on it. Your spare hand leaving his stomach to come up and grab at his left. It was perfect, the world had closed in on just the two of you, the wind whipping around you, the snow freezing to your backside. His cock pounding into you, rubbing against all the right places, wrenching moan after moan from your throat that was still sore from him fucking your face.
The snow was no longer cold on you, instead it felt like it was burning you up, or perhaps like electricity was coursing through your spine as your moans picked up pace. Just as a gust of wind blew over the both of you, you let out a scream as you came. The wind was so strong though that it felt like it ripped both the yell and your orgasm from you, and just like the wind, it was over way too fast.
You could only cling to Tate for dear life, panting, as he hilted himself inside of you, feeling his hot cum splash against your insides. That at least, was one more thing to warm you up.
“Damn that was hot, Sha… You left some pretty good tooth marks on me too.” He was pulling away, and you could see what he meant. Deep indents left on his chest, your nails had left some pretty good scratches on the left side too. You had to wonder if his scars really came from chopping wood and shit, maybe he just fucked a whole lot.
You were suddenly aware of something painfully obvious though. You were stark naked, only wearing your socks and boots, sitting on the cold metal of Tate’s truck, with a blizzard picking up around you. The full body shudder that went through you, feeling his cum leaking out of you and freezing to your sensitive skin.
“T-T-T-Ta-” You couldn’t even get his name out, your arms wrapping around yourself in an attempt to keep in body heat you no longer had.
“Ahahaha, cold, darling? You look positively adorable shivering there… Suppose I should get you warm though.” Tate grinned, his pants already zipped up and shirt pulled back down.
You watched as he shrugged off his giant, puffy winter coat. It was such a shock to your system, the warmth of it, that it stung as he threw it over you, wrapping you up in it. But it was so huge, it could easily almost cover your entire body. You clung to it, pulling it up to your face, inhaling deeply.
It smelt like him… You gave a start as the truck started, the engine rumbling underneath you.
“Come on, Sha. I got your groceries in the back seat, let me take you home for the night… We can keep eachother warm during the storm.” He winked. You should have refused but. You were naked, your clothes torn, and you were exhausted and…. The charm in his smile, the twinkle in his eyes.
He had you under his spell. You nodded, doing your best to smile through your frozen cheeks as he wrapped his arms around you, again picking you up as if you weighed no more than a bag of… well, groceries.
The radio in his truck was already playing, through the massive amounts of static emitting, you could hear some old jazz tunes. Tate set you down in the passenger seat, shutting the door. The click of a lock, perhaps it should have made you nervous.
Instead it only felt like he was locking the cold out, the entire vehicle shaking as he got into the drivers side, shutting out the last of the winter storm with a slam of the door.
You leaned back, sighing in relief as the heat came on, washing over your bare legs. Everything frozen to you and inside you was melting now, and though the trickling liquid was still mildly uncomfortable, this had to be the comfiest you’d ever been in your life.
“Heh, your cheeks are so dark, darling. Guess Jack Frost kissed ya, eh?... Well, I suppose I’ll have to take those kisses back later.” Tate grinned, his voice gravelly as he began to back out.
You gave a small grunt of acknowledgement, a thrill of excitement running through you at the thought of what the rest of the night held in store for you.
Wrapped in his coat, the truck's heat sinking into your skin, wringing out every last shiver, your eyelids began to feel heavy as Tate turned down a small road. The snow forced him to move slowly, the rumble of gravel almost feeling like a massage.
It wasn’t long before you nodded off, hearing Tate humming along to that static filled jazz.
