Pairing: Ted Garcia x f!Reader
Warnings: (MDNI) explicit sexual content, ass sniffing, dubious consent, power imbalance, inappropriate touching, sexual degradation, clothing damage, THE MAYOR HAS A DIRTY LITTLE FETISH!!!!!!
Word Count: 502
Summary: You've been seeing Ted for some time now. He's asked for your help to de clutter his office for a move after your shift but moving folders and empty coffee mugs is the last thing on his mind.
Notes: This is an interlude. A short one shot between the series! There are NO SPOILERS for the movie Eddington in this fic.
♡ MASTERLIST ♡
The office was quiet, save for the ticking clock and the rustle of papers. Fluorescent light hummed above, casting a sterile glow over the cluttered desk, the stacked files and you, bent at the waist over Ted’s desk, your tights hugging every curve like a second skin.
You had promised after your shift today that you’d come by and help with his clutter since he’d be moving to a new office.
You always just saw it as an excuse for him to see you in your work attire.
Ted leaned back in his leather chair, arms crossed loosely as he watched you. Pretending to read through the personnel files you were handing him. Pretending not to be completely fucking gone at the sight of you like that — your skirt hitched just enough, the seam of your tights splitting the perfect swell of your ass.
“You always bend over this much when you’re helping out?” His voice was a low rasp behind you, dripping with dark amusement.
You looked over your shoulder. “Oh enough — I’m just trying to help you tidy up.”
He made a soft, derisive sound. The chair creaked as he leaned forward. “Yeah, okay… sure.”
You didn’t have time to straighten up. One hand planted on the small of your back, pressing you down just a little further — enough to make your thighs twitch and the other hooked around your waist possessively. His breath was hot against the back of your leg as he crouched behind you, mouth so close you could feel it through the sheer nylon.
“Jesus fucking Christ…” he muttered, almost reverent. You heard him inhale, slow and deep, nose dragging up the curve of your ass, over the seam, until he reached the small of your back. Another inhale. Deeper this time. "You want me like this, don't you? Filthy little thing. Practically begging for it."
You whimpered, biting your lip.
His hands clamped around your hips, thumbs digging into the plush give of your thighs as he mouthed through the fabric, tongue tracing where your heat pressed against the tight stretch of nylon. Every motion was obscene. Worshipful. Devoted in the filthiest way.
Your knees nearly buckled when his teeth grazed that soaked spot between your cheeks, breath steaming through your tights.
“You’re just gonna keep standing there...” he growled against you, “and keep letting me do this? Ruin this pretty pair? You bend for me like this, you get sniffed like this. Simple math, girl.”
You felt the warm flick of his tongue again, and again, through the barrier — teasing, tasting — while your fingers curled white-knuckled into the desk’s edge.
Somewhere under the groan of the old office vents and the thud of your heart in your ears, you heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper and then the tear of your tights.
“Ted…” You hear the whimper before it even leaves your lips.
“It’s all good sweet girl, you’re alright...” His voice soft, as the tip of his cock began to reassure you.
I know it's not chapter 3 but I hope it's enough to get you by!
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