#sub tate

Tate’s a fucking whore. You’ve tried to convince yourself that it wasn’t true for months, but it didn’t work. You have to also admit you liked it. He was a whore just for you. A needy whiny desperate boy that is all yours and only wants you. If he wants attention from you he’ll get it, one way or another.

You’re on a business call ? He’ll start undressing right in front of you with that desperate look on his face that you couldn’t resist. 

You’re busy with homework ? He’ll start palming himself letting out a moan or two. 

You’re trying to concentrate on something ? He’ll make you suck on his long slim fingers making you gag on them until you gave up. 

Tate had lots of problems, you already knew that. What he doesn’t know is that you enjoy them. All the times he cried about his mom, all the times he cried because he just loved you so much ? They all made you so aroused you were ashamed of it. You like being tate’s mom and he enjoys being your son. He liked all the times you pulled his hair because he was acting up. He liked all the times you took care of him while he was sick. He liked all the times you cuddled him to sleep in such a lovely and motherly way. He was your son, and you were his mother. Once he even called you mom by accident, but it felt so natural, it felt so good you didn’t even bring it up. You definitely had a mommy kink, and to say he loved it was way too little much to explain how he felt every time you called him a good boy or gave him a kiss on the forehead. There’s no way, there are no words and there are phrases to describe the way and the motherly urge to assist tate in whatever he needs. The way he cried made your heart wrench but also made you so aroused you couldn’t hold it back while seeing him in such desperate and ruined state. That’s the word. You wanted to ruin him. 

He definitely knows how to get on your nerves. You were in the kitchen trying to finish some math homework you had been working on for a bit now, when the little slut entered the room with only a towel around his waist, hair wet, abs in the air, hands super veiny and the most ridable arms you’ve ever seen. You focused back on your homework when you suddenly felt someone behind you. 

“What’re you doing sweetheart ?”

Oh you were going to ruin that man so bad he won’t be even capable of speaking such lustful words. His voice was so sweet and the deep it made you skip a heartbeat in your heart and feel an extra heartbeat in your clit. 

“Nothing, just some math homework.” You said in a non chalant voice, knowing damn well this motherfucker was up to something.

“Take a little break, will ya’ ?” He put his hands on your shoulder driving them to you cheeks, caressing them.

“You know I can’t Tate. I’ll be done in a minute, just be patient.” His hands paused, taking them off your face. 

“Please, five minutes that’s all I ask” He said in a begging tone, you know what’s going to happen, because it had already happened a thousand times.

But how could you ever say no to your sweet needy boy ?

“Tate please, don’t do this you know I can’t. Please.” He wasn’t going to give up that easily, wasn’t he ?

He looked at you for a few seconds, and decided the to take a chair from the table you were sitting on. Okay know you were definitely confused. 

Let’s just say you kind of didn’t expect what happened next. 

He sat on the chair, then started palming himself through the towel. 

You stopped breathing for a second. 

He brought his other hand to his mouth trying to cover the sinful noises he was making. 

He was a fucking moaning, whimpering mess. God, you loved this man.

“Please look at me. Please.” That voice. You looked at him. Rosy cheeks, tears flowing, hands veiny, hurt eyes.

“Please mommy, touch me.” You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. This was the last fucking straw. 

Your panties were soaking wet, it was time he would finally learn his lesson. 

You got up, took your MacBook charger, which was the longest one, walking towards him, realising he stopped palming himself.

As soon as u were looking down on him, he whimpered. 

He started sobbing, grabbing his red stinging cheek, looking at you in fear and shock. 

Heart beating. Really fast. Did you really do it. He was panicking. Fuck. 

You slapped him. You really did slap him. Then why did you both enjoy it ?

You forcibly took his hands putting them behind the chair, tying them up with the charger. 

“No plea-“ another slap. 

You took his face in your hands. 

“ If I hear you say another fucking word I’ll leave you here forever. God, you disgust me. Do you fucking enjoy tate ? Huh ? 

Do you like it when I treat you like my son ?

Do you like calling me mom ?

Are such a fucking deprived fucking pervert ? “

He started uncontrollably sobbing. He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen in your life. 

Such pretty tears. Such pretty cheeks. 

You pulled his hair, making him cry even more. 

Soulmates, they were. The mom and the son. 

You brought your face in and softly kissed him, making him shut up. 

You left his lips, but he was begging for more. 

He wanted more more and more. 

You took off his towel and got on our knees. 

He was an honest eight inches, bit veiny, pink tip. 

You pumped him a few times, earning lots of grunts and whimpers from him. 

“Please I’m begging you, I will do anything just please. “

Aren’t men so beautiful when they beg ?

You took his tip in your mouth, glazing your tongue over it a few times.

He was so close to cumming. Your mouth was heaven. 

He loved you so much. 

Only you. 

Always and forever. 

Feeling your sweet tongue around him, he hissed. 

He jerked his hips, trying to feel a bit more. 

Get more, more and more. 

You took his tip out of your mouth with a pop sound, and you felt him desperately sigh.

You untied him and left him there. 

He took his dick in his hand, and pumped it a bit of times.

But it wasn’t fucking enough, he needed you. 

As soon as you saw him, you walked back to him. 

His left cheek was red and stinging again, his head to the side. 

He tried so hard not to cry, eyes all teary. 

“Don’t you even fucking dare. 

Do not touch yourself. “

He started sobbing, arms roping on your waist face lying on your stomach. 

You put your hands in his hair, caressing it while he was unstoppably sobbing. 

“You’re such a good boy aren’t you ?

So needy, and for what ? Are you that perverted ?

Hm ? Are you, Tate ?

You’re just a whore aren’t you ?”

He couldn’t even explain how much he was embarrassed and shamed in that moment. 

Then why did he enjoy it that much ?

you were pretty much used to having sex with tate in the most unusual moments. before school, while studying, while your parents were in the house. but this time it was different, because there was no one to disturb your peace. it was a Saturday morning, one of your favorite days of the week and you had no upcoming tests so you could use the weekend to actually relax. it was raining in the morning, which was no surprise since it's the end of November, and Christmas was coming up. the sound of the rain wetting your window was calming. this was the first Christmas you could spend with tate together. the last times you celebrated Christmas were awful because your parents were always arguing for some stupid shit. they always took the first chance to complain about the other, or make snaky comments about each other. it always ended with you going to your grandparents house while they sorted things out.

this was also the first Christmas that you wouldn't spend with your grandparents, and you were actually kinda sad, because even tho being with them on such a special day meant no good you were still grateful that they were always there for you, and getting anything you needed. at least you have tate with you, and you couldn't ask for a more perfect boyfriend. he wasn't such an expert on aftercare, you always used to have quickies and there was absolutely no time for anything other then a hug and a kiss on the forehead, or him whispering sweet nothings into your ear. this time, you had all the time of the world. he has always been the submissive one of the relationship so you were a bit embarrassed to ask him if you two could spend a few hours together cuddling and talking, let's just say overall comfort each other.

he got up from the bed, still naked while you observed his beatiful back muscles, still lying on the bed. god, this man was so gorgeous. he was still in boxers, when he leaned on your face and kissed you on the forehead as usual. it wasn't something you've ever specifically asked for, but tate does observe your reactions and body language. he actually cared about you, because you were actually different. you probably would exchange him to be able to have one minute chat with Robert Pattinson, but at least he never had to fake a laugh around you. he could be weird, annoying, paranoxious sometimes even worth killing but he never felt so comfortable around someone. he would do anything for you.

anything.

"hey tate ?" it almost felt like a whisper, you barely could hear yourself. for some reason your heart was about to jump out of your chest. it felt as if you were having a panic attack.

"yeah ?" he replied back in a monotone but caring way, you could just feel how tired he was from his voice. he hadn't been eating a lot, always smoking, always sleeping and big dark bags under his eyes. he said it was probably just the seasonal depression, but you always made sure he was okay.

"do you mind if we spend a bit of time together ? we can do whatever you want, watch a movie, take a bath, you choose." you didn't want to sound desperate but at the same time you've been craving some affection recently. he just felt more cold, as if u were having sex with a dead man who could talk. almost like you were having sex with a corpse. you've been feeling pretty lonely, but was it really his fault ? I mean he's going thru a hard time shouldn't you be the one to comfort him in such situation ?

distracting you from your paranoid thoughts was him jumping on the bed, furiously taking his shirt off and getting under the covers. you were a bit confused until he brought his hands to your waist and hugged you. he positioned his head on your shoulder, caressing your neck with his nose. you relaxed not realising you were anxious. but you couldn’t even sort out what you were anxious about. tate was so caring, and never treated you badly. 

“why didn’t you tell me that before ?” he asked you in a calm reassuring tone.

“I don’t know... maybe I was scared of your reaction ?” you said, immediately feeling stupid about what you just said because he still hasn’t given you any reasons to feel that way. you were also scared to make him feel guilty or insecure about something he shouldn’t be guilty or insecure of. you felt him positioning his back on the pillow. you rolled to look at him. 

“you were scared ... of my reaction ??” he had one of the most confused looks on his face. for a second you stopped thinking to appreciate how much this man was pretty. he had the rosiest prettiest cheeks ever, he had those beautiful eyes that could make anyone fall to their knees. he had the best hair ever, you absolutely loved the way it felt between your fingers, tugging it while he was between your legs making them shake or just cuddling before you had to go to school. his smile was the most angelic one you’ve ever seen, but something that even made it better was feeling it on your clit while trying to not make too much noise by putting your hand on your mouth. 

he caressed your cheek with his thumb making you snap out of your limbo, looking up at him. “why would you ever be scared of my reactions ? did I do something ?” you exactly did what you were scared of. you made him worry about something that wasn’t under control. 

“no, but I was scared that you would feel like I'm annoying or too needy, I don’t know I just didn’t know what to think or do or say” he looked at you with a more relaxed expression on his face. he pulled you and placed your head on his chest, guiding his hand to your hair. you stayed in that position for a while, both of you not knowing what to say just enjoying each other’s company. you both were very needy people, always needing reassuring and fiscal affection. you were a perfect match. 

the cigarette of the smoker

the rubber band of the cash

the light to the match

you were made for each other, there was nothing in the world that could make you feel better than him. he wasn’t perfect, but you weren’t either. yet when you were together, you were one thing. one soul match. one flame. one perfect thing, because you didn’t complete each other but you were two pieces of a puzzle that matched perfectly. without any type of forcing.

he picked you up and placed you on his lap, got his shirt and put it on. you took off your shirt and bra, and slided Inside his shirt placing your head on his chest. he thought it kind of made the two of you be one single thing. one single soul. you felt him trying to snake his arms around your back so you snaked yours around his. this is maybe the first time you felt warm hugging him. the world stops as soon as he touches you. all your worries ? gone. that’s the type of person you would like to keep around for the rest of your life. you felt this bubbly floating sensation in your stomach, that you’ve been feeling since the first time you two met. 

you both fell asleep in that position, waking up two hours later. it was still raining, but the house was warm. your parents were going to be out of town for a while so now you could spend a bit more time with tate, doing whatever you liked. the house was in complete silence, you could only hear your breath and his. 

tate woke up but he found you still sleeping. this man was so in love, he could look at you for the rest of his entire life. he took the shirt off, placing you on the bed with only some panties on, while he went to the bathroom and got the shower ready. he got in, and as soon as u woke up, you realised he wasn’t on the bed anymore. you heard the shower running so you went in the bathroom. the pavement was cold and you weren’t wearing any socks but you didn’t mind. 

you took off the last piece of clothing you had on and got in the shower, he looked at you with a slight smirk on his face which made you smile a bit. you hugged him, and even tho at the beginning he was surprised by your gesture, he held you as thigh as possible. caressing your back, you never thought you could find someone like him. yet you did.