nobody else — tyriq withers.
pairing ⁀➷ college era teddy spencer x plus-size!black reader.
synopsis ⁀➷ you’re not frat boy teddy’s usual type, but there’s something so special about you and he can’t help but want to know more.
song of chapter ⁀➷ ‘nobody else’ by summer walker.
word count + warnings ⁀➷ 5.9k || 18+, nsfw content, no minors allowed!! college party, drinking & drug usage, reader is visiting friends, teddy is a little bit of a stalker(he can’t stop staring), reader argues with an ex, reader also argues with a partygoer, snappy! reader, playful! teddy, reader has multiple tattoos and piercings, mentions of race and racial identity, foul language, flirting, brief sexual content, protected sex.
‘tell me what you see in me, gotta be something different.’
events at predominantly white colleges were an entirely different breed when it came to the subject of partying.
white people got down as if it were their last and final days on this planet. from hoisting their bodies upside down to drown in enormous gallons of beer, to propelling themselves onto a
nearby objects just for the hell of it, it seemed as if everyone was in a neck to neck competition of who could hurt themselves the worst.
you observed their unruly behavior from the other side of the room, making sure to remain safe while you partied. not to get things confused, though—you still had your fair share of fun for the night. bodies moved like nobody’s business. almost everyone was drenched in sweat, clouded with the smell of weed and eyes a low haze from one too many canned drinks. you dibbled and dabbled here and there, a blunt and a shot or two, but you were still here and fully aware of your surroundings. coming from your chaotic city, you were always on your p’s and q’s just in case some shit popped off. you’d been to one too many events that ended prematurely due to shootings.
“y/n hold this for me real quick,” your hands stumble as your friend tosses her purse and keys to you, now rushing to tie her hair up after it’s been sweated out from the humidity of this house. “i look fucking crazy with my leave out all over the place. my shit is not blended at all.”
you chuckle as she brushes the strands down with the tips of her fingers, gathering the weave into a tight grip to pull it all into a bun. “yeah, it is hot as shit, ain’t it?”
“hot as hell and these niggas don’t believe in deodorant with aluminum, i see.”
your best friend and business partner mariah tooted her nose into a frown at the same moment a partygoer passed her by, trailing an unpleasant scent behind them.
“you know him?” mariah leans closer to you, whispering in your ear to keep discretion, but to also help you hear her over the blaring music. the shift in conversation throws you off just a bit, squinting in confusion after she’s spoken.
you turn in the direction of mariah’s gaze, making sure you don’t stare said person in the face, when in the very moment you scout who you’re looking for, both of your eyes connect. the pit in your stomach drops, forcing you to turn your attention elsewhere.
“he staring hard as fuck, girl.”
you snort. “mariah, shut up. he might be drunk or some shit, who knows.”
“nah, that boy want you,” she nudges your soft side in attempt to make you loosen up. “you should go talk to him.”
“girl, no. stop playin’.”
you didn’t know who he was—hell, you didn’t know who anyone was besides your best friend that showed you around the massive campus grounds. she’d gotten an invitation from one of her clients and decided to drag you along to this party. you’d both came from the windy city of chicago and had your fair share of house parties and kickbacks so you two knew when a function was truly lit.
“i’m not focused on anyone else right now, i got too much shit going on as is.”
“gurlllaaaa,” the flair in her words drag for way too long, making you laugh as she rolls her eyes and neck at damn near the same time. “fuck that nigga back home, kari, little ass ain’t on a crumb.”
“i’m trying to ignore him, but he’s been blowing my phone up all fucking night.”
“y/n, put your shit on d.n.d and ignore that nigga, he’ll be alright.”
“here he goes again—“ it’s like you and mariah conjure him up—your phone begins to vibrate in the left palm of your hand. you want to ignore it and silence your phone off for the night, but you had to get one thing off your chest before doing so.
“bitch, don’t tell me you’re answering the phone for that nigga!”
“i’ll be quick, girl, hold on.”
you press a finger to your opposite ear while briskly looking for a corner to stand in. shimmying your way through waves of drunken college kids, you could feel the lingering stare of a stranger from across the room, but your focus was on getting this nigga together.
“where the fuck are you at, y/n?”
“it ain’t your business kari, stop textin’ my phone talking shit with your annoying ass.”
“g, stop fucking playing with me foreal. where the fuck you at? i hear that loud ass music in the back, so i know you at somebody function.”
you’re slightly annoyed as the music is a giveaway to your location. “nigga, it don’t matter if i was in fucking south america having a grand ass time, it ain’t none of your business. go fuck who ever you wanna fuck and leave me alone, fuck nigga.”
“y/n don’t make me pull up to that bitch and act a fuckin’ fool, you betta stop playin’ with me.”
“pull up then, nigga,” you yell into the phone. you’re miles away from home and kari has no clue as to where you’re at. “i wanna see you act a fool, do what you gotta do.”
you’re unaware of it but teddy approaches from behind, unable to only watch you from afar he has to make himself known to you. a gentle tap to your left shoulder and it makes you jump in surprise, a confused scowl on your face. he fucking towers over you while you look up at him then back down at your phone.
“excuse me…” he tries, but you’re too thrown off to fully speak to him, instead raising a single finger to tell him to wait one second.
“aye, who the fuck is that in the background, y/n?”
you groan inwardly, annoyed that he heard your surroundings so clearly. “bye, g.”
“you gon’ make me tweak out in this bitch, i swear to god, y/n. imma come air that mothafucka out.”
“what the fuck ever, kari, stop calling me.”
you end the facetime call in frustration, switching the ringer to silent before putting your phone away. your focus diverts to the very guy who interrupted your phone call, truly confused as to what could be so important for him to say.
“um,” he sighs and chuckles, running a hand over the back of his head, unable to express himself fully now that he has your undivided attention. “i’m theodore, but my friends all call me teddy. i was just wondering—“
“teddy?” you interrupt him. “teddy, you do know that it’s extremely rude to interrupt someone while they’re on the phone, don’t you?”
teddy doesn’t know what he expected you to say, but it certainly wasn’t that. biting down on his lip, teddy has to look away to make sure no one else can hear the reprimands you give him.“yeah—yeah, i wasn’t trying to interrupt your call, i just thought i’d make myself known to you, being this is my frat home and all.”
it’s teddy’s turn to be shocked, eyes widening before he tries to defend himself. “what—what are you talking about?”
“you’re coming up to me like you run this campus and you have the ability to kick me out if i don’t speak to you, right? so tell me, do you want to kick me out, teddy?”
the way you say his name is nothing nice, naturally seductive eyes lowering when you glare at him, arms crossed over your chest as you take small mindless steps backwards.
“it’s not like that, i swear. i’m not that kind of guy, i promise.”
it didn’t matter what kind of guy teddy was, you were already irritated and whatever game he was trying to spit did not lighten your mood in any way. you continue to walk backwards, ignoring whatever else he was going to say. you’re too focused on getting away that you don’t notice the presence of someone standing behind you, but the ice-cold feel of alcohol sliding down your back gives you the signal.
“what the fuck?! you knocked over my fucking drink,” the screech of a bratty college girl pisses you off more than the pungent party punch currently sticking to your skin.
“my bad, my bad, i didn’t mean to do that. the shit is all over my clothes, if it makes you feel better.”
teddy steps in. “damn, are you good?”
“my shirt is ruined, but i’ll be okay,” this was the same man you were snapping on just a few seconds ago. he now stood before you like he wanted to step completely in the middle of this situation.
“maybe you should watch where the fuck you’re going,” she snaps, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. she holds a purple galaxy vape pen in her hand. it’s tucked right between her phone and the empty solo cup. you also notice a little white substance on the end of her nose. fucking coke head.
“damn, i said i was sorry. what else do you want from me?”
“i want you to move out my fucking way, you dumb bitch.”
“dumb bitch?” you repeat, eyes lowered. “hoe, watch your fucking mouth before pop you dead in that motherfucker!”
you feel someone pull on your hand and you aren’t sure who it is as you’re too occupied with clearing this goofy bitch, but you look around to see it’s teddy and he’s guiding you out of the crowded space.
“come on, y/n. come with me.”
“nah, i’m finna show this bitch how dumb i can really get! you fucking junkie, go hit another line before you try to step to me, ditsy hoe. you got the wrong one on the right fucking night!”
you wonder where your homegirl had gone as teddy takes complete control of the situation, now becoming a friend of yours as he pushes you into a much quieter room. his hands are on your shoulders as he guides you, flicking on a nearby light as he closes the room door.
“that dumbass broad got some fucking nerve. she trynna come at me fucking crazy when i apologized. i could’ve told that hoe to kiss my fucking ass.”
you’re still ranting as teddy listens in silence. he’s searching through a nearby closet until he finds an oversized school shirt. “you’re good, y/n, don’t trip. she’s just high as shit.”
you hadn’t even realized that teddy was offering you new clothes and a place to calm down until he stands right beside you. it’s with the overhead lighting of the room that you truly see how cute he is. comfortably yet sexily dressed in a cut off holister muscle tee, teddy’s sculpted biceps are on full display—no need to flex or pose for you to notice the work he put in at the gym. the pair of dark blue basketball shorts hung dangerously low around his hips, beautiful carving of his v-line and tommy hilfiger underwear peek through just enough for you to see.
“mm,” you mumble to yourself while scanning him up and down. you had to look away after you’d been staring for much too long. because you start to notice the distinct features he had, like the small mark beside his lip as he goes to speak, and that’s let you know enough was enough.
“here, this is for you. change whenever you’re ready.”
you hold the shirt in your hand and look at the space around you. “who’s room is this?”
the room is pretty bare. there’s a basic wooden bed, dresser and a closet full of the university’s merchandise. it didn’t look lived in.
“it’s mine. i don’t really be out here like that, i usually crash at my parent's place back in town.”
“yeah, okay. your family stays nearby?”
“just a few miles up the road,” he chuckles. “here—get changed, i’ll grab you something to drink, be right back.”
in seconds, teddy leaves the room. it gives you a chance to peel away the soaked shirt you’re wearing and unfold the new shirt teddy has given you. you slip it over your head and allow the end of the shirt to stop at the middle of your thighs. you remove the shoes you wore and took a seat on the made bed. there’s a knock on the door before teddy takes a small peak inside.
“are you good? you dressed?”
teddy emerges in the room with a few items in his hands. you watch as he sets two bottles of cold water and cold white claws on the dresser. white people fucking loved truly’s and white claws. you were more of a buzzball or cut water kind of girl, but this would do for tonight.
“i just grabbed some shit from the cooler, you don’t have to drink if you don’t want to.”
you hum to yourself as you think. you could use a little relief. “i’ll take one.”
wordlessly, teddy hands you a drink, quickly cracking open the can for you as your acrylic nails could prevent you from doing so. you take a sip from the cold can, quietly checking the notifications on your phone just in case someone needed you. nothing new appears, just the same old messages of kari going back and forth with himself.
“who were you arguing with earlier?”
your head lifts, almost forgetting teddy was standing there, as he’d been so silent. unbeknownst to you, theodore stood against the wooden dresser and watched every little thing you did, like the dimple that formed in your cheek when you frowned from the messages in your phone. someone had ruined your night and he needed to know how and why.
teddy thought you were fucking sexy. there’s a dab of sweat across your forehead and some above your upper lip as he peers down at you. you lick your lips anxiously and sit up in your spot on the bed, fanning yourself off with your hand. you power the device off and shove it into your jean pocket.
“why are you being nosy?”
“i gotta see who got by boo’s attention, right?”
you roll your eyes and shake your head. you weren’t here for that. the last thing you needed was to be involved with a nigga miles away from home. especially a nigga in a fraternity who could have any girl dropping their panties with just the snap of his fingers. but teddy’s persistent. he wasn’t letting you go that easy, especially after he spotted you out in the busy crowd.
“where you from? i don’t think i’ve ever seen you out here before.”
“you keep track of everybody that’s new on campus?” you squint while questioning him.
“you are fine as fuck and i ain’t no shit like that on campus in a long time,” he pulls back to laugh and you can’t help the smirk crawling up your face.
and teddy makes a face, something you couldn’t point your finger on, but you knew what he was trying to say.
“it ain’t that bad, don’t talk about my city.”
“hey, i didn’t say anything,” he laughs again, hands in the air as he defends himself. “i just heard people have to wear a bulletproof vest before they head to the store out there.”
and it makes you laugh. “man, whatever. yall get reckless too. i heard yall got mystery murderers out here and shit.”
“can’t deny that,” he shrugs, chuckling at the tall tale that floated throughout this town. people were so dramatic. “but i’m not scared of a little chiraq. i’ll drive a military tank through that motherfucker just to see you.”
you hate how much you’ve been blushing, shyly turning your head away as you giggle some more. teddy was smooth with his words. those sea colored eyes never breaking hold as he spoke to you.
“you planning on going to school out here?”
“not at the moment, no. i’m just visiting with a friend.”
“damn shame,” he sighs. “i’d love to be the one to walk you to your classes everyday.”
you hum. now he was really putting on. “mhm.”
“i mean, you were already wearing the school colors and shit, you might as well get with the winning team.”
teddy points out the red shirt you wore before the accident. the back was tied into a knot and it showed a bit of your chubby stomach. you wore a curve hugging blue jean skirt and some cute chunky vans as well. you would’ve worn your white air force ones but didn’t want to risk them getting dirty. you did a slight beat of makeup and immediately regretted it after being in this hot ass house, but a few tissue dabs every so often and you were all good.
“put my number in your phone.”
“ah,” you chuckle, sardonically. “my phone ain’t even on right now. i haven’t paid the bill in weeks.”
“man, stop playing with me. take my number, girl,” he laughs and you join, reaching in your back pocket to grab your phone and unlock it before handing it to him.
“teddy,” you laugh, shaking your head as he hands your phone back. the contact name in your phone saved as baby daddy💪🏾❤️ “boyyyy, bye.”
“you are not my fucking baby daddy. i ain’t got no kids.”
“you better not change my name, y/n, i ain’t playing.”
“i’m finna save you under teddy, the name your mother gave you. i don’t know what you thought.”
you threaten, but ultimately put your phone away again, completely powering it down this time and teddy has to chew at his lip just to keep from smiling.
opening the other can, teddy takes a quick swig from it. “i drink beer with my buds all the time, but these are fuckin’ light years ahead of those shits.”
“you’re such a lightweight,” you snort, taking a sip from the lime margarita flavored tequila. “my girls back home be drinking cutwaters like gatorades.”
“they sound like some damn alcoholics,” teddy jokes and it makes your nose burn from how hard you laugh. he’s not entirely wrong. it made teddy smile from seeing you do the same. he hadn’t know you for longer than thirty minutes, but teddy took an instant liking to you.
you take note of how much quieter things are now that you and teddy are away from the chaotic party. the thumping music is muffled on the other side of the door while you two enjoy each others company.
“i have a question,” you speak up. “well, i actually have a few questions, if you don’t mind me asking.”
teddy leans against the dresser, allowing you space to question him. “shoot.”
“i just have to know and i hope this isn’t offensive, but are you mixed by any chance? i just see something in you and you don’t look fully white to me.”
it’s teddy’s turn to laugh at what you say. “yeah, yeah, i am. my mom is black, my father is white.”
“that wasn’t rude, was it, teddy? i don’t mean to offend you.” you chew down on your mac glossed lip, unsure of how your question might’ve sounded.
“nah, you’re good, you’re good, i swear. you’re actually one of the few people here who asks me shit like that, i guess most of them assume i’m just white.”
you didn’t see it. there was some true niggatry at play with him. you knew kinfolk when you saw them. the smoothness of his light-brown hair may have fooled others, but you knew what was up.
“a sista always knows the truth,” you cackle, raising a fist in the air and teddy joins reluctantly, secretly enjoying the sense of humor you two share.
“you’re funny,” sipping from his can, teddy allows the alcoholic beverage to settle before he starts to talk. “what was the other question you wanted to ask.”
“ummm,” you hum, staring up at the ceiling while you think, silver septum piercing scrunching when you make a cute face. “oh! i wanted to ask what made you want to talk to me? out of all the pretty girls walking around this school, you come up to little ole’ me and want to form a conversation? i don’t believe it and i’m sure i’m not even your type.”
you’ve fully gained teddy’s interest now. so blunt and bold as you speak how you truly feel to him, something that’s rare to him in this day and age. everything was so surface level and superficial, but you were the real thing. he crosses through the room, standing closer to you than before as he goes to speak.
“tell me; what do you think my usual type is?”
“oh, boy,” you giggle. “non-black women, if i’m being honest. women who are smaller than me and less…flashy. tell me that i’m wrong.”
he huffs. “yeah, you’re not wrong.”
you were completely opposite to the previous girls he’d dated—curves fuller and more robust in most places, with a brash attitude to go right along with it. you weren’t afraid to speak your mind, thoughts of you cursing out one of danica’s friends moments ago made him chuckle. your appearance is nothing like any one on campus—blingy necklaces and stacked gold bangles adorned your neck and wrists, winning in the competition of dainty jewelry girls in this town usually wore. multiple piercings through your ear lobes and across the beautiful features on your face.
he knew the kind of girls his family expected him to bring home and you didn’t fit any of the criteria, but teddy liked you and he wanted to see this thing through. even if it wasn’t the best idea, he had to try to see.
“so what makes frat boy teddy want to take a different route tonight?”
he doesn’t give it too much thought, simply speaking his mind as he says, “i want to get to know you, that’s all. i like what i see, and i think you’re fucking beautiful. i’m not on any creep shit and i don’t want to make you uncomfortable in any way.”
“yeah?” he has to make sure. “i don’t want you thinking that i see you as a conquest or something.”
“let me guess, i’m the first black girl you’ve had sex with?”
teddy was thinking more like girlfriend, but whatever choice of words you wanted to use was fine by him.
“i’ve been with all kinds of girls, y/n.”
“none of them were as gorgeous as you, though.”
for a frat boy, teddy was shockingly charismatic.
“well, thank you,” you smile, failing at hiding how giddy you were. you pat the empty space beside you, silently requesting for teddy to join you on the bed. “sit with me.”
teddy follows your direction, large frame pushing down the firm mattress as he takes a seat. the smell of his dried down sweat and aromatic cologne spritzed all over his skin. you can tell by his scent that teddy came from a family of wealth. he didn’t smell anything like store brand axe body spray or something similar.
“oh, don’t tell me you’re shy around me.”
you tease him and you’re giggling behind your white claw can as teddy smacks his lips. “i’m not fucking shy, just—just trying to get adjusted on this little ass bed.”
you’re giggling more and more, watching as teddy scoots around and you’re unsure if it’s the alcohol getting to you or what.
“don’t laugh at me, y/n.”
“okay, i won’t, i won’t,” but you can’t help yourself, snorting abruptly after trying to stop.
“you said you weren’t gonna laugh,” his voice is low as he watches over you, hands to his side, but they tingle like crazy at the thought of touching you.
“i’m sorry,” you pout, acrylic french tip nails reaching up to hold the side of his cheek. “it’s cute, babe, really cute.”
the feel of your hands on his face has teddy’s eyes falling close. he’s content, but he still has time to tease you. “that’s why your shirt big as hell.”
you smack his chest. “you’re the one who got me this manly ass t-shirt.”
“my bad, my bad,” he apologizes while laughing. “here. let me tie it up like you had your other shirt. turn around.”
you oblige, shifting on the bed, so your back now faces teddy. you feel him pull you closer before his fingers fiddle with the end of your shirt, bringing the long tee up to the end of your stomach.
“you’re so pretty, baby.”
the abrupt comment makes your heart flutter in your chest. teddy sounded so sincere and sure, that it took your breath away, not entirely knowing where this energy came from, but not minding it in the slightest bit. “you’re sweet, teddy.”
“yeah,” he hums, fingers tracing lines over the intricate tattoos you etched over your skin. darkened shades of lily’s cascaded over your shoulder, with an array of various red inked work along your arms and hands. “beautiful tattoos, a pretty face, fuckin’ smooth and soft skin.”
you bumped into his lower half as he tried to help you with the oversized shirt. you could feel yourself getting fucked up from the canned alcohol. teddy’s presence and words goes directly to your clit and it has you pushing into him more.
“you can touch me, teddy, put your hands on me.”
you only have to tell teddy once. big hands run over your thick thighs where he rubs down the sides before switching to the front. he takes his time, completely soaking in this moment as he’s wanted you from the second you walked into this party. gently, he moves from your thighs and stomach until his fingers brush against your covered breasts. your eyes flutter at the sensation before his two hands wrap around your neck where he squeezes your throat carefully.
he makes you moan, head falling onto his shoulder while the end of your ass presses into him harder. “teddy.”
teddy can’t help but to grunt, “don’t say my name like that, y/n.”
“why not?” the answer is in the outline of his hardened dick as it pokes through the shorts he wore, not hiding a single emotion of how he felt. “babyyy.”
teddy is there to catch your waist, not missing a single beat from your hips. you now sit directly on his lap, grinding around in the spot, you whine your hips slowly, mouth open and head falling forward as your every sensation is heightened. he felt so fucking good and he’d barely touched you.
“and you called me a lightweight.”
teddy is shocked at how quick you’ve switched. you knew your limit and this was no where near it. you could down a few cut waters and be okay for the rest of the night.
maybe it’s the way teddy took care of you—making sure you didn’t get into a fight and helped you continue to have a good time tonight. he brought drinks, helped you change and kept you entertained. or it’s simply teddy’s attractiveness that had you wanting him. you didn’t care about the bullshit back home or the bullshit from the party earlier. you wanted teddy to bend you over this dresser and fuck you so good, you’d have something to think about during the flight back to chicago.
you hold the side of teddy’s face, guiding his lips to your neck, where he gives you the softest pecks. you hold him by the back of his head and force him to stay there.
“teddy, your mouth feels so good, fuck.”
his nose is smooshed in between your cheek and neck, but teddy doesn’t mind one bit. the smell of pink blush perfume and sweet-scented body oil is enough to keep him there.
“you taste and smell so good, girl.”
teddy grips you by the chin, helping to direct your lips to his own. your back is still pressed to his front so you have to crane your neck to fully meet his mouth and…my god. you can’t help but to moan and whimper as they both of your lips smack together. teddy’s lips are smaller than yours, but they latch on quick, wrapping around your own glossed mouth like he owned you.
both sets of eyes closed as the moment overcomes the two of you. the only thing to stir you back to life is the hot smack sent to your ass. the flesh jiggles as teddy massages the skin and you can’t do anything but moan, nodding your head for him to do it again.
“yes, yes,” you reach to kiss him once more as he slaps your opposite cheek before gripping you tighter, pulling the denim skirt higher so it’s now bunched around your waist.
“what you wanna do? you’re not fucked up, are you?”
he’s asking for consent, asking for permission to take you down. teddy was a gentleman before anything else. he’d hate to ruin this good thing you two have going by rushing or fucking up. he needed to know you wanted this like he did.
“i’m good, i feel so good.”
“i can tell,” teddy chuckles as you turn around in his arms, planting kisses along his cheek and thick neck. the smell of his natural aroma and musky cologne made you dizzy.
“i gotta check,” he pulls away for a second and it makes you whimper from the loss of contact. but teddy’s searching throughout the room, in a hurry to get right back to you. he looks through the dresser drawers to find the pack of condoms he purchased when the semester first started. he hadn’t used them yet, so tonight with you would be the first.
“you bring all your girls here to get their rocks off?” there’s a tease in your voice as you slip away the shirt teddy gave you, your breasts sit in your lace patterned bra beautifully and it makes teddy’s mouth water.
“fuck no,” he laughs and if teddy wasn’t thinking correctly, he would’ve thought you were jealous. he didn’t mind. he liked the thought of you being his only one. “i fucking found them.”
walking back towards you, teddy places a few kisses across your face, as he toys with the gold foil packaging. he’s barely able to pay attention to his previous task, as he’s much more concerned with sucking down on your bottom lip. “you wanna be my only one? you don’t want me fuckin’ with nobody else?”
and y’all are both stupid and tipsy, so you agree. “yeah, this my dick now.”
the blown expression on teddy’s face makes you giggle, leaning onto your toes to suck on his lips. “gon’ head and pull it out, pull out yo’ dick, baby.”
the shorts he wore hung around his thighs and your hands race into his briefs, searching until you grip his stiffened dick. it’s warm and pulsating in your hand, a moan slips past your mouth at the feel.
“it’s big and so, so pretty, daddy.”
that makes the apple in teddy’s throat bob as he swallows. “put the condom on your dick, baby, c’mon.”
he’s tired of waiting and you became increasingly impatient as well. you begin to tear into the foil, sliding the rubber protection from it’s packaging, you hold the condom together while gripping the bottom of teddy’s dick. you place the lubricated rubber over his tip, and teddy can’t help but to moan at the contact. it made you moan in excitement, rolling the rest of the condom over his shaft until it covers him completely.
“you don’t want my mouth on that pussy?”
teddy asks while watching you slid away the skirt you wore, stepping out of it completely. as much as you appreciated the offer, your focus was on one thing right now.
“not now, not tonight. just want you in me.”
not now and not tonight, let teddy know there was a chance he could see you again and the simple thought had him smacking your ass once more.
“fuck, girl, c’mon put your dick in that pussy. take control and do that shit.”
“oh, shit,” you whine, pulling your panties away with a single index finger. your knuckle nudges the opening and you’re fucking soaked, panties only able to contain the puddle for so long. teddy takes note as well.
“you’re fucking drenched, what you been doing?”
the sound you release is a mix of a moan and giggle, as you’re turned on and confused as to how horny you’ve got. “been waiting on you, baby.”
“let me not make you wait no more then.”
you hold onto the base of teddy’s dick, arm reaching as far back as it can, while teddy lets you take control. his arms hang limply, mouth dropped open as he watches your every move. you align him with your slit, the tip of his dick barely enters before you’re moaning out and pulling him away.
“slow that shit down,” teddy warns. “take your fucking time.”
“i’m trying, i’m trying.”
and you try again, taking teddy’s advice as you guide his dick back into your pussy. the tip of his dick burns as you begin to encase him, backing up as close as possible. you have to shake your head to get yourself together fully, body shivering once he’s finally inside.
teddy groans out, head falling backwards before he lifts it to get the total view. you’re warm. you’re warm and wet and you trap teddy tightly between your walls. a hefty ass rests against his strong thighs while you try to get adjusted. you pushed him in and didn’t realize you’d bitten off more than you could chew. the alcohol from the white claw made you feel invincible, but the position you’re in lets you know that’s untrue.
“you want me to move or—“
“no, no, i got it. i’m gonna move.”
teddy allows you to take control. he waits a few seconds more, planting kisses on your neck and shoulders for encouragement, before you’re finally able to move. you place both hands onto the dresser and lean forward, beginning to swirl your hips in a circular pattern. the warmth in your stomach expands as you feel teddy’s dick pulse inside of you.
“oh, my goodness,” you gasp. “you’re so deep, teddy, you’re so deep, baby.”
to teddy, it sounded like you’re chickening out. “you wanna stop? you don’t want it, baby?”
your reply is breathless but quick. “no, no, i want it, i want you.”
it’s a helpful smack to your ass. “then c’mon. i thought this was your dick, mama. you don’t want nobody else on your shit, do you?”
and you actually respond, eyes watering and throat closing. you can only whimper and shake your head, hips rocking forwards and then backwards. you take a moment before repeating the motion more and teddy gifts you the praise you need.
“there you fucking go, there you go.”
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