I "make My Interests My Whole Personality" TO YOU. To Me I Am A Mosaic Of Everything I Have Ever Loved

i "make my interests my whole personality" TO YOU. to me I am a mosaic of everything I have ever loved and therefore am made out of love

they built my personality brick by brick ୨୧

high school sweetheart <3

𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 — tate langdon

kinktober day five — caught in the act . . . tags ; mature content﹒mdni﹒fem!reader﹒p in v

TATE LANGDON sat beside you on the bed, legs stretched out, fingers playing idly with a loose thread on the comforter. the assignment you both were supposed to be working on lay forgotten between you, untouched.

“you’re not even trying to do this,” you pointed out with a small smile, tapping the notebook with the back of your pen. it was clear neither of you had any intention of actually finishing the project today. tate turned his head slightly, messy blonde hair falling into his eyes.

“because that shit is fucking boring,” he muttered with disinterest. he glanced at you, eyes lingering a little too long at your chest before shifting back to the ceiling.

“you don’t really want to do this, do you?”

you shrugged, pretending to refocus on the project. “we have to turn something in.”

tate let out a soft scoff, lips curling into a smirk. “You sound like a teacher.”

the door creaked open a few inches, and tate’s mother constance poked her head in with her usual unnerving smile.

“are you two alright in here? need anything to drink? Something to eat?”

tate’s body stiffened immediately, and he glared at her. “we’re fine,” he snapped, “can you just—leave us alone?”

her eyes flicked to you for a second, the fake smile fading slightly as she seemed to consider pressing the issue, but then she simply nodded. “alright, darling. just checking.” she disappeared, closing the door behind her.

tate exhaled sharply through his nose, rubbing a hand over his face. “she’s always doing that. all the coke in the world and she’s still nosing into my business.”

you watched him in silence, feeling his irritation coming off him like a stench. he then shifted closer to you on the bed, hand moving to brush against your thigh.

“i don’t want to work,” he said after a beat,

“i didn’t bring you here to do some dumb project.”

his eyes were on you again, and you knew exactly what he meant. there was something about the way tate looked at you, like you were the only thing in the world that made sense to him, and everything else in this shitshow world could go to hell.

acting coy, you tilted your head. “what did you bring me here for, then?”

•••

minutes later, you were regretting the decision for getting sidetracked. but not too regretful, with your boyfriend’s cock pounding continuously into you.

“f-fuck—tate, your mom is d-downstairs!”

you whispered breathlessly, eyeing at the door. tate either didn’t heard you or didn’t care, too busy pummelling his cock in and out of you. dark eyes narrowed to slits and nostrils flaring in what can only be called concentration, he was relishing in the way you trembled as he angled his thrusts just right for you; his tip kissing your g-spot every time.

“don’t– wanna hear about her right now,”

he grunted, leaning down to latch his lips around your nipple and sucking harshly. his grip on your hips tightened, pulling you flush against him as he ignored your protest. you could tell that tate was getting close when his hips start stuttering, the twitch of his cock buried deep inside you. wrapping your legs around his waist, you hitched your hips in an attempt to hurry him along.

“ahhh– tate ‘m gonna, ‘m gonna c-cum—”

just when you were gushing messily around him, there was a knock on the door.

“tate? i’m going to the korean store, make sure your sister doesn’t—oh for heaven’s sake!”

your eyes shot open, panic surging through you as you turned your head toward the door. constance stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide with shock, thin lips curling in disgust. you scrambled to move, to push tate off or pull the blanket over you, but he didn’t stop.

in fact, he didn’t even look up.

“mhm, so pretty,” he groaned, pumping his load inside of you. unable to help yourself, you let out a long, stretched moan and immediately felt embarrassed. constance’s eyes narrowed, face contorting with anger. she slammed the door so hard the walls rattled.

“if you and that dirty girl do something indecent in my house again, i swear to god, you’ll regret it!” she barked through the door.

tate barely acknowledged her. he just smirked, his hips grinding against yours languidly.

“told you,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss you again. “i don’t care.”

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