Tate Langdon x y/n

Mommy tate

You couldn't stop thinking about tate and how he saved you

Your heart fluttered every time you thought of that moment of him pressed against you

Jesus!! Stop, he's just a guy your mom works with.
You thought
Who.. casually jerks to you but you know-!!??

You covered your face with your hands trying to shake off the little tate who was living in your brain

Your hand brushed over the copy of American psycho that tate had given you

"Oh my god what is wrong with me!"
You groaned, putting your face in your hand

You stood up and walked down the stairs and outside

You sat on a wall and smoked a cig

"Fffuck my life man"
You sighed

You heard a twig snap, you put out your cig instinctively and you span to look at it

It was tate walking up to you

"You shouldn't smoke"
He said
"It could.. fuck with your lungs"

"Ah well, it'll make a good collage essay one day"
You said, pulling out a fresh one

You put it to your lips and reached for the lighter, tate snatched it and lit your cigarette

You inhaled then took it out of your mouth

"Want some?"
You said, handing it to tate

He shook his head

"I don't want lung cancer"
He laughed

"But you inhale the smoke that comes out of my mouth like it's candy"
You rolled your eyes

"Well maybe because it's from you"
He said, his face inching closer to yours. His eyes fixated on your lips, he bit his own
"How about we kiss, like.. as practice.. it won't be weird because we do it as friends"

His eyes flicked up to meet yours, he was lying

"Cig breath"
You whispered, not meeting his eyes
"You don't wanna kiss that"

His hand ran along your arm, then along your shoulders and rested on your neck

"You know what i want to do to you?"
He whispered

"You'd lay me down on my bed and... caress my soft skin then make me purr like a little kitten, if my memory doesn't fail me"
You whispered back, dropping the cigarette
"Apparently I'm a virgin so i get wet easily"

Tate smiled

"Why would you ever snoop on my sessions with your mom?"
He asked

"I wanna know what you think about me"
You answered

Your lips met with his, it was obvious how long he wanted you. He wasn't doing this just as friends

Your hands took their position on his chest, holding on to his blue and white striped sweater

His grip on your neck became tight, you could barely breathe but you couldn't show signs of inferiority.