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FIRST TIME - Tate McRae

F I R S T  T I M E:
first time having sex, duh

( G!P TATE MCRAE X FEMALE READER )
!REQUESTED!

2nd Person POV:

Being in the public eye wasn't easy. The first time Tate ever mentioned having a girlfriend, her fans were all over her. Paparazzi had found her with you at coffee shops, the mall, restaurants, etc. and it bugged you deeply.

You were just a waitress at an Olive Garden when you met Tate. She swept you off your feet. And now, here you were, dating for a year now, you quit your job and let her take care of you after you moved in with her a month ago.

Tate was always a good girlfriend. You've never doubted that. But, she's constantly on the road or in the studio or doing something other than being home with you.

Which is why you two have never had sex yet.

The tension was building up like a pressured dam. The water between you two has risen and soon enough, the dam will break, and all feelings will spill over.

Like tonight.

Tate finally had the night off. She said there was no better way to spend time with her girl than lounging on the couch with your favorite snacks watching your current binge-show which happened to be Yellowjackets.

Her arm was around your shoulders, grey sweats hung low on her hips. The crotch area was wider, but wider since her she was manspread. She wore a baggy hoodie, the hood of it pulled over her head. She chewed on  one of the strings.

You were snuggled into her hair, eyes focused on the screen, but your attention was elsewhere. You just loved the way Tate's dick bulged against the sweats even though she wasn't hard. It was those damn compression boxers she wore.

You think, sometimes, she wears those just to impress you.

Tate shifts slightly, pulling you closer to her silently. Her lips met the top of your head, placing a small kiss. You smiled and your hands clutched at the fabric of her hoodie.

This was nice. Perfect, even. But you needed more.

Your hand started to wonder down. And for a moment, you wonder, does Tate notice? She must've. Her body tensed up, somewhat pushing into you, almost like she's urging you to continue your dangerous journey. No words were exchanged as you trailed along.

Your hand met her crotch, Tate's breath hitched. And finally, she whispered pleasingly, "Baby..."

"Hmm?" You looked up, her eyes already burning holes into you.

"I need you."

That's when you felt it. Her hard on. God, it was painfully trapped behind her clothes. You could feel it throbbing, begging to be let out. This was your first time together, but you'll be damned if you did it on the couch.

"Bedroom." You whispered, kissing her cheek and standing up. Tate didn't hesitate—she turned the movie off, scooping you into her arms until she was darting down the hall to your shared bedroom.

She shut the door with her foot, not caring that it slammed. You were on the bed in a matter of seconds, clothing being stripped off both of you. Tate's hands were all over you, eyes taking in every inch of your body.