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kiss somebody, drink that honey - Ted Lasso x fem!reader
Word count: 3,9k
Tags: smut, NSFW, Minors do not interact 🔞, mentions of drinking, dancing, workplace affairs, power imbalance(ish), fingering, unprotected p in v, using pulling out as protection (DO NOT DO THIS IRL GOD), age gap, softdom!Ted
Summary:You plan a double date with your friend, but your date stands you up. However when another guy invites you to a drink and some dancing, there's a pair own eyes sticking to you all night.
Author's note: This has been standing in my WIP folder for more than a year, being like 80% finished and I totally forgot about it but found it again yesterday, so I thought I'd finish it, hope some of you will like it. ❤
On a regular Friday evening you’d be sitting at your table together with your friends at your favourite bar – the faint smell of hardwood and old leather would mix with the sweet scent of various liquors and delicious food while you’d be laughing about an awkward situation or a hilarious story.
However, on this particular Friday evening you were sitting across your friend and his date. It’s not like you were voluntarily third wheeling them, you were waiting for your own date, who happened to stand you up. You just sat there nursing your drink as you saw a glimpse of a hand on a thigh in front of you and you averted your gaze. Talk about awkward.
The music was loud enough in your ears to muffle the sweet nothings the guy whispered into your friend’s ear as your eyes wandered around the bar. A few people were mingling on the small dance floor, a couple was making out in the corner and a few guys sat at the bar, engaged in a seemingly meaningful discussion.
Your heart skipped a beat when one of them slightly turned his head and revealed his identity to you - his beautiful face turned your way and his eyes caught yours. A look of surprise spread across his features before he flashed a big moustachioed smile towards you. You nodded at him and turned back to your table immediately, heat rushing through your body. It was Ted, from work.
You haven’t spoken an awful lot to him, mostly just small talk in the cafeteria or a small wave on the corridors. But that didn’t stop you from having a huge crush on him.
Your eyes landed on the couple in front of you and you rolled your eyes. You were damned wherever you looked. You took a sip of your drink, the alcohol burned your throat as it traveled and settled in your stomach, but the warmth you felt there wasn’t caused by the drink. You felt it was silly and maybe bit of a schoolgirl crush, but you couldn't help it. He just had something in him that made you want him close to you. Want to look into his eyes. Feel his hands on your waist. Feel his breath grazing your lips.
A voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked up at the man standing next to your table. You didn’t know him, at least you couldn't recall. He was tall and had kind eyes, small dimples framed his smile.
“Excuse me?” You asked, embarrassed that you didn’t catch what he was saying. His smile widened before he spoke again.
“Just wanted to see if you’d like to join me for a drink. But I don’t want to steal you from your... friends” he said, and he paused before saying the last word, cocking his brow at your friend and his date being entangled in each other. You sighed and stood up next to him.
“Sure, a drink couldn't hurt.” You told him your name and shook his hand.
“I’m Daniel” he replied, and he stretched his hand towards the small table he was sitting at and while looking over, your eyes caught a pair of beautiful brown ones. Your eyes lingered at him for a long second before you averted your gaze, heat creeping up your skin.
With only one look Ted could make your heart flutter like a hummingbird. You followed your new date – Daniel – towards his table, which meant you had to pass by Ted and Beard. You tried not to look too much their way to not seem so obvious, but when you passed them you heard your name being called. You stopped in your tracks and turned around, and Daniel followed suit.
“Hello there” Ted nodded your way, and Beard followed.
“Hey Ted! Beard” you said, standing a few feet away from them. Daniel’s gaze shifted between the three of you.
“Good to see you outside of work” Ted said with a beaming smile, his eyes wandering towards Daniel for a second. “Having some good ole’ fun!” He was nursing a beer with one of his hands and you couldn’t help but notice how the sleeves of his dark navy sweatshirt are rolled up, hugging his arms perfectly. You felt heat rise in your body as you tried to regulate your breathing.
“Yeah, well… Gotta blow off some steam from time to time!” Holy shit, why were you so awkward? “I guess I’ll see you at the pitch on Monday?”
“You bet, missy” he smiled and waved the two of you off. You turned away and slowly let out a shaky breath. You settled next to Daniel at his table and took a sip of your drink.
“Was he your boss?”
“No!” You protested before you continued. “Well, I don’t know. Sorta? He’s the coach of the football team that I work for.”
“Bloody hell, you’re right, that’s where he was familiar from! You work for Richmond?” Daniel’s eyes were glowing with excitement, and you weren’t surprised – most people loved their football around here.
“Yeah, I am” you chuckled and took another sip of your drink. You were sitting in the old leather booth with your back against a wall and he was sitting across of you, so you had a great viewpoint on the whole bar. That meant that you saw every time Ted’s eyes were wandering towards you through the crowd. You tried to pay no mind to it, but every time his gaze lingered on you, your stomach dropped, and your heart went into overdrive.
Daniel was a sweet guy and you were having quite a great time – you were talking and laughing about your jobs, football and all kinds of stuff. Even though you weren’t a huge fan of the game initially, working at a football club made you quite fond of football. Especially since Ted was the gaffer. But that was nobody’s business.
As the evening grew older the music became a bit louder, casual after-work groups were switched out by louder party people who occupied the dance floor. You nodded your head and tapped your fingers to the beat of the music before you noticed an inviting hand in front of you.
“Would you spare me a dance?” Daniel asked and you raised a brow at him.
“I’m a shitty dancer” you replied with your brow quirked, but you accepted the invite.
You awkwardly shuffled to the small dance floor that was across the bar, where a certain football coach was still sitting. You tried to pay no mind to that fact, but the feeling of his eyes on you was hard to shake. Dan was holding your hand ‘til you found a comfortable spot and twirled you around to face him. A giggle bubbled up from your chest as he pulled you closer and you started moving to the rhythm.
The alcohol worked hard to cut away your inhibition, and that mixed with the loud music in your ear made you bold and carefree. You were moving your body freely to the music, putting your hands above your head, in your hair, and on Dan’s shoulders. As you twirled your eyes caught Ted’s stare as he was gripping his thigh so hard his knuckles turned pale. It only took a second but a sudden feeling of light-headedness took over you and you almost tripped.
Why was he looking at you all evening? Why did he seem anxious, even agitated? Was it because of you? Was he… jealous?
The thoughts raced in your head as questions flooded your mind. He surely wasn’t jealous; it’s just your wishful thinking.
Devilish thoughts ran through your head as you turned your back to your dance partner and smiled at him before you pushed your back flush against his chest and threw your arms up, surrendering your body to the beat and the music.
You glanced his way, and he was staring, gripping his beer so hard that the vein was visible in his forearm. He raised his brows at you and gave you a knowing look before you slightly turned away.
He was jealous, alright.
You felt a bit guilty for using this sweet guy to make your work crush jealous, but oh well. He couldn’t say he wasn’t having a good time based on the way his hands rested on your hips while you danced. Your discovery made you bold, wanted, and sexy – you felt like a million bucks. You felt his eyes on you the whole time you were moving your body.
After a few songs you settled back at your table and finished your drink before Dan spoke.
“I had a great time with you” he smiled, his hair a bit disheveled from the dancing.
“Me too” you replied and took a sip out of your drink.
“I know this is always like… very awkward, but do you think I can call you sometimes?” he said and let out an awkward chuckle. You smiled at him and nodded before you wrote your number on a napkin for him. “Do you need a ride home?”
“No, thank you. I live pretty close, and I want to say hi to my coworkers before I leave.”
“Sure? I’d feel awful if I’d let you go alone.” Such a gentleman.
“I’m sure, Dan. Have a good night” you said before he stood up, said goodbye and left. You waited a few seconds, finished the rest of your drink and you stood, picking up your purse before you turned and nearly bumped into him.
The scent of his cologne mixed with alcohol filled your nose before you looked up at him. There was an unreadable look on his face, and he clenched his jaw once – twice – before he spoke.
“Fun date?” he asked in a low voice; one you’ve never heard before. You looked over his shoulder to see Beard already left.
“Pretty fun” you replied with a smile and your grip strengthened on your purse. “Did you have a fun evening?” you asked with a devious smile as you remembered the look on his face from before. Your gaze moved to his lips as the corner of his mouth twitched under the moustache. You felt so confident. He clicked his tongue before he spoke.
“Darlin’” he paused and slowly moved his hand to touch your arm, slow enough to leave you space to pull away if you wanted to. But you didn’t want to. His touch was cold against your burning skin, and he grazed his thumb back and forth on your forearm. “Why do you want to break my ol’ heart?” You swallowed hard as the question caught you off guard.
“Do I have such power, coach?” you asked coyly, and he swallowed hard when you called him “coach”. Heat rose in your belly as inappropriate thoughts filled your head with other situations where you could use this information.
His grip tightened on your arm, but only a little, making sure not to hurt you as he stepped closer, which you didn’t think was possible. You felt his breath on your face as you looked into his eyes – his pupils were blown wide as he looked down at you with half hooded eyes. Your heartbeat kicked into overdrive as your gaze darted between his eyes and lips – his sweet, plush lips you wanted to kiss so badly. Bite them lightly.
He didn’t say a word, but he was moving his hand upwards your arm – slowly and softly above your shoulder and he rested his big palm against your neck, his fingertips grazed your scalp.
It wasn’t like him not to speak, but he just couldn’t find the words. You closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath in anticipation, which he took as a clue and closed the gap between you.
His kiss was sweet and gentle, his soft lips grazed yours in slow movements, exploring them like they were the most precious thing in the universe. His free arm moved to the small of your back as he pulled you closer and you felt the heat pool in your abdomen before you bit down onto his lower lip. He let out a low groan and deepened the kiss, his tongue softly grazed your lips, asking for permission which you were more than happy to grant.
Your skin was on fire, and you wrapped your arms around his neck as the kiss turned into something else – passionate, hungry, and needy. His tongue danced in a perfect rhythm with yours, swiping against your lower lip before biting down lightly.
You broke the kiss to get some air, and he rested his forehead on yours as his gorgeous brown eyes bore into your very soul, before you finally spoke.
“I live five minutes from here.”
You kicked off your shoes as you knocked the apartment door closed, your mouth never leaving his. He grabbed your hip with one hand and pushed you flush against the door, leaning on his other hand next to your head as he kissed you with the passion of a starved man.
You gasped under his touch and felt need course through your veins, arousal soaking your underwear with every sloppy kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, your nails slightly digging into his scalp which earned you a moan from him. It all felt so surreal, and yet the only thing you could focus on was him, his skin under your fingertips, his scent in your nose, his moans in your ear, his taste in your mouth. His hand slowly moved from your hip and grabbed your ass, nudging you to lift your leg, which you happily did and wrapped around his waist. As you pulled him closer with your leg you felt his hard length pressing against you and you gasped.
“Ted,” you whined, throwing your head back against the door.
“Yes, sweetheart?” He murmured into your neck between soft kisses, his breath fanning your skin as his lips traced the curve of your jaw. You let out a shaky breath.
“I need you,” you breathed, and his head moved up so he could look into your eyes. His gaze searched your features for a second before he kissed you again – he devoured you and you didn’t protest.
“You’ll be the end of me,” he groaned as he moved his other hand on your thigh as well and lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist.
“Bedroom’s on the right,” you whispered between kisses as he navigated through your small apartment. He kicked the door closed before he put you onto the bed and climbed on top of you.
You put your hands under his sweatshirt and rested your palms on the hot skin of his stomach for a second before you pulled the piece of clothing off. He was breathtaking, and every passing second you needed him more. It wasn’t that you wanted him anymore. You needed him, and you needed him bad.
Your eyes wandered to his lap, and you saw his erection strain against the fabric of his slacks, and your mouth watered. You couldn’t help it anymore, you reached down and started to palm him through his trousers, making him moan into your skin.
“Fuck, darlin’,” he breathed and started to roll his hips against your palm. You weren’t sure how long you could go on without feeling him.
You unbuttoned his trousers with shaky hands and helped him get rid of them together with his underwear before taking your own clothes off, leaving you bare in front of him. Ted clicked his tongue in amusement before he lowered his head and placed a soft kiss just above your nipple, and you felt another wave of arousal wash over your body.
You slid your hand down his hard member, and he hissed before you wrapped your hand around him and started moving slowly, running your thumb across his sensitive head. He buried his head into your shoulder and groaned loudly as he started to roll his hips against your hand. He was holding his weight with one hand, and he slowly moved the other to cup your breast before he circled his thumb around your nipple.
“Ted, God,” you moaned and he raised his head and bit your lip before he kissed you. His hand slowly moved away from your breast and trailed down your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake before it settled down between your legs. He slid one long finger through your soaked lips, and he groaned.
“Fuck, baby girl. All this for me? Such a good girl,” he said before he pushed his finger into you without any resistance. You whined and bucked your hips against his finger, wanting more. He ran his thumb against your sensitive bud once, then twice, testing your reaction.
His lips moved from your lips to your jawline, to your collarbone, leaving sloppy marks behind them, before he reached your nipple and flattened his tongue against it.
“Ted!” You whined and arched your back off the bed, trying to get even closer to him, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted him inside you. “Ted, please, God.” He swirled his wet tongue against your hardened nipple before he raised his head and looked at you through his lashes.
“What do you want, darlin’? Use that pretty mouth of yours.” Your stomach twisted and you felt yourself clench around his fingers as he was moving them inside you in a steady pace.
“Mmh, you like that, hm?” he asked and placed a soft kiss on your breast again. “You like when I say you’re pretty?” You could only moan as a response and buck your hips against his palm. “How much of a good girl you are? For me?”
“Ted, I’m-,“ you stuttered and your grip on his arm tightened as a familiar knot started to build in your stomach. His fingers moved masterfully inside you, and he curled them ever so slightly just to reach that perfect spot that made you see stars as his thumb drew tight circles around your clit. Your nerves lit up one by one in your body.
“My good girl. Is that what you are?” A moan got caught in your throat as your mouth fell agape, rolling your hips harder against his hand, your body wound up like a bow, ready to release at any second. You couldn’t muster up a proper response, only Ted’s name was falling from your lips repeatedly like a prayer. Ted. Ted. Ted.
“That’s what you are, alright. My best girl. Come for me, darlin’” he whispered into your ears before he planted a sloppy kiss onto your lips and all the sensation was just too much, the bow snapped, and the floodgates opened as you cried out Ted’s name while your orgasm washed over you in crashing waves.
His fingers fucked you through your orgasm, stalling slowly as you came down from your high. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss, biting his bottom lip lightly.
“I need you,” you whispered against his lips, and he groaned as a response, a wide cocky smile spreading on his face.
“Insatiable girl,” he replied, gently caressing your clit to tease you. “Use your words, what does my babygirl need?”
“Fuck, Ted-,” you moaned, squeezing your eyes shut. “I need you inside me, please.”
He let out a load moan and repositioned himself to fully settle between your thighs, aligning his length with your entrance and slowly pushing in inch by inch. Your eyes watered from the sensation, the stretch was heavenly and you could savour every inch of him as he slowly bottomed out.
“Shit, darlin’,” he said in a choked voice. “You feel perfect.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, wiggling your hips to urge him to finally move inside you, and when he did you swore you could see stars. He pulled himself back a bit then pushed in all the way again, setting a steady rhythm. You moved one of your legs to wrap around his waist, anchoring him closer to you, urging him to move deeper and deeper.
Your high-pitched moans and his noises filled the air of your bedroom, and with each roll of his hips he hit that perfect spot inside you that made you feel like you were in heaven.
“Harder, please,” you managed to get out between his relentless thrusts, and when his eyes met yours, you saw fire burning behind them. He grabbed your leg and pushed it up against your chest, thrusting in you deeper, harder.
“Yeah? Dirty girl,” he panted, picking up his pace while he sucked a mark onto your neck. “Parading around in the bar, grinding on strangers like a little whore,” he whispered against your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin as he fucked you senseless. “Just to get my attention-, to make me jealous.”
“Yes, yes- Ted, my God-,” you moaned, unable to form coherent sentences as his cock hit your sweet spot with every thrust, splitting you in half. You were entangled in each other, your one hand tangling in his hair, the other scratching down his back.
“Do you sit at your desk every day, dreaming of me fucking you on it?” Sweat was beading on Ted’s forehead, his usually neat hair now a mess as he looked down at you with half-lidded eyes. You felt tension build in your body, the molten pit in your stomach growing with every thrust. Your mind was empty, pleasure took over every inch of your body.
“Yes, coach,” you whined and Ted could swear he almost fainted when he heard you say that. He rewarded you with a harsh snap of his hips and another kiss.
“Fuck, darlin’- say that again,” he moaned.
“Coach Lasso, please-,” you said, already breathless, a whimpering mess under him. He groaned and you felt him twitch inside you, his movements becoming sloppy. He moved his hand to draw tight circles on your clit while fucking you into the mattress, and you arched your back away from the bed, squeezing your eyes shut as you tipped over the edge, your muscles tightening up then loosening all at once as you came with Ted’s name falling from your lips.
He wanted to live in that moment forever, seeing you as you came, feeling your body react to him so strongly. The snap of his hips started to stutter and suddenly he pulled out of you – the empty feeling jarring all of a sudden -, and came on your stomach. As you both came down from your highs his eyes wandered up and down your body before he leaned down to kiss you.
“I’m sorry for the mess,” he said, suddenly a bit shy as a faint pink colour danced on his cheeks.
“No need,” you replied and chuckled.
“Bathroom?”
“On the right.”
“I’ll be right back, don’t move,” he said and quickly hurried to the bathroom and returned with a damp towel to help you clean up, before settling down next to you and pulling a blanket over the both of you.
“So, this will make work weird, huh?” You asked jokingly, looking up at him. His features were so soft as he looked down at you, like you were the most precious thing he’s ever seen.
“Or gives us another reason to look forward to it?” He replied and leaned down to kiss you.
