coupé deville | teddy spencer
Warnings: Explicit Language, Sexual Situations, Guided Masturbation, Virgin!Reader, Slightly Dominant!Teddy Spencer, Light Corruption!Kink, Spit Play, Fingering About: Your brother’s best friend, Teddy, offers to give you a ride home after a night out. What could possibly happen? [Word Count: 2.8k]
The cool evening air whipped across your face as you exited the bar, and the concoction the bartender served up tonight sloshed in your belly. It was half past midnight, and you were more than a bit buzzed. Warmth had made itself familiar inside of your body, cascading down from your throat and sticking along your seams. It didn’t impede upon your ability to walk, the bar you frequented after work being in Southport’s budding downtown area made a quick trip alone if you watched your liquor. The buzz of traffic and laughter from pedestrians nearby quickly began to color your usual route home.
You had not made it but so far down the pavement before a blinding pair of headlights rolled up behind you. Shielding your face with your forearm, you were finally able to make out the husky voice calling out to you. It belonged to none other than Teddy Spencer in his shiny grey Mercedes truck. He is the childhood best friend to your brother, and unbeknownst to them both, a forbidden attraction of yours.
You met him at the impressionable age of thirteen, a time when every older boy was much more interesting than those your age. The more time spent around each other quickly burrowed a Teddy-sized pocket in your brain. It did not help that as Teddy grew, he only got taller, more handsome and became a proud owner of a happy trail, one you had daydreamed about seeing up close.
A tag-a-long to all their pool hangouts at Teddy’s after school, the study buddy when they needed math tips, and the badge most proudly worn, know-it-all little sister that would not leave—mother’s orders. You happily benefited from the amenities in the home of the richest kid in town and left the duo to their devices often. Back then, there was always something in Teddy’s house far more interesting than two pubescent boys.
“Smartie!” It was his old nickname for you. It made you visibly recoil upon hearing it. While your brother opted for ‘nerd’ or ‘four-eyes’, Teddy named you after his favorite candy.
“Theodore. What did I say about calling me that in public?” You groaned, as if anyone around you was watching. Unfazed by your reaction, he cased you like an off-duty officer and all but demanded you accept his free ride.
“The hell are you doing walking home alone? Come on, I’ll scoop you.”
A brawny forearm hung outside of the driver’s side door, urging you to come along as he waved in his own direction. You maneuvered your way to the passenger’s side where he parked, becoming faced with the clean bergamot of his car freshener and thirty-two teeth sparkling your way. Teddy had a smile that melted the hearts of some of the strictest teachers, stuffy politicians and most ladies in a two-hundred-foot radius. It was the kind that tugged at the corners of your own lips.
It raised the temperature on the back of your neck to see that smile, he had a funny way of making you feel like a teenager again. You never acknowledged the feelings you had to his face, and it wasn’t suspected by anyone growing up. The three-year age difference meant watching his and your brother’s milestones happen before yours, and the exploration of other girls their age. You wouldn’t lie to yourself that you weren’t happy when he and Danica split, you found her to be a bit…daft.
Now he’s single, flashing a multimillion-dollar smile at you, alone, in his car. The proximity between you made your heartrate pick up, and if it weren’t for Tyler, the Creator thrumming lowly, you could probably hear it between you two.
“You look cute, were you meeting someone?” Awoke you out of a daze you didn’t realize you were in.
The car was no longer stationary and not headed in the direction where you lived. But you didn’t dare to correct him despite the lump daring to form in the pit of your stomach. So, you look down at your outfit, just a well-fitted top and straight jeans. Your blouse was backless and fitted around your torso, showing off your figure in conjunction to the jeans. His eyes volleyed from your lap to your chest, then back to your face.
You huffed, “Still being dubbed ‘cute’ at twenty-five.”
“You can do better than that, Teddy.” Taking the corner of your bottom lip in your teeth, you feel the pangs of regret for letting the words leave you.
“Want me to say it?” He looked over at you, his seafoam irises slightly blown. You met his stare for a second, then focused on the town that passed you both in the window behind him.
“You’re dressed...you look…sexy,” he said plainly. “I don’t know why it feels weird to say it.” He speaks, this time more so to himself.
“It’s why I assumed you were meeting some lucky idiot.” He sounded…jealous? Not like a concerned older brother figure, but eerily possessive in his tone.
Sexy. You let the word roll around in your mouth, not fighting the grin that spread on your face.
“Seriously, Teddy, where are you taking me?” You asked.
“To the beach house,” He replies like it’s yours too. “You’ve been drinking.” He spoke definitively, and you watched as streetlights and signs leave you behind.
“I’m hardly drunk. I can take care of myself.” You rebutted, pouting, and he glances over just to chuckle at you.
“Not while I’m alive and well.” That was the end to that back and forth, he was firm on taking care of you for the night.
Sneaking glances at him to your left, ogling at the chisel of his side profile and dimples and he rapped along to his playlist. It wasn’t soon before you began to shift in your seat, a ball of heat forming at your center that rivaled that of the alcohol you claimed didn’t affect you.
The car soon came to a stop, right in front of the beach house you shared spring breaks and summers in with him and your brother. You reached for the car handle while in your peripheral, Teddy sat back.
“Just let me chill for a sec, Smartie.” The driver’s seat cocked back and he spread his legs, round eyes lidded with the weight of his day, and something else you were scared to admit.
The air in his car started to feel thick, laden with unspoken confessions of attraction and the anticipation of the other’s next move. A game of eye tag ends with you looking down at your kitten heels, but not for long, with a gentle hand lifting your chin back up and towards his face.
Teddy was a spectacle for the eyes, his tawny complexion accented by irises that decided if they were blue or green by day, and flaxen locks that were cutest, to you, when frazzled. He stood tall at 6’5, and he wore it unabashedly, confidence dripping with each step he took. And he was staring at you, intent, but patiently waiting for your response.
“I’ve never had sex,” you say, just inches away from his lips. It leaves you as one word, shocking you after you have said it and bringing forth a chuckle out of Teddy.
“Cool fact. I didn’t take you here to sleep with you,” his tone remaining sweet, and so certain.
“F-forget I ever spoke at all.” You stammered, feeling even more exposed, and there was nothing around you to bundle up in that was yours. His eyes were still on the side of your face, so long he should have been able to paint a portrait by memory.
“If we ever do it, it wouldn’t be in my car. I’d always imagined there would be a bed.”
Always imagined? You were starting to think he wanted you in an early grave.
“Come here,” he beckoned you, lips slotting against yours with light pressure at first, soft enough to make you sigh.
You know he didn’t take you here to just kiss you once. Wrapping your fingers around the strings of his hoodie you anchored the two of you closer together. Trying to hold on to your dominance you took capture of his bottom lip in your mouth, Teddy groaned as you sucked on it softly then released it, just to lean back in for more.
“There’s a bed inside. Take me inside, Teddy.” You spoke between spurts of breaths, Teddy’s mouth leaving yours to explore the underside of your neck. He hummed against your throat.
“We won’t tonight, baby.” He coaxed, continuing his path down your neck with his tongue.
“Please, Teddy.” Your body was consumed in nerves, skin pricked and voice shaken.
You started your night alone in a bar, and now you are begging for Teddy Spencer, your best friend’s brother, to take your virginity in his driveway. His mouth was replaced by his hand so quickly you could still feel the slickness of his teeth over your jugular.
“You wanna be a big girl tonight, hm? Take all of me?” The haze of desire had you nodding before he finished his sentence. It was all you could think of doing.
Teddy’s hands reached for your wrist, guiding your hand over the console and into his lap to feel his length through his sweatpants. He was partially hard, and growing, sat over his right thigh and still girthy enough to elicit a wanton sound from your mouth. Something between a whimper and a squeak left you as your hand trailed down its length.
He pulled your hand from his lap and began kissing your knuckles. He asks, “Do you ever touch yourself, make yourself feel good?”
Fire creeps up your cheeks as you nod slowly, as if you weren’t sure you wanted to keep it a secret. Late nights and hurried touches under your covers came to mind, particularly those where he was the object of your affections. You even owned a bullet, small but mighty, on evenings where you were especially in need of something stronger than your own hands.
“I bet you do,” he answered, “That pussy probably so wet for me right now. Shit, I can tell by the way you can’t sit still...you always had that problem.” Your breath hitched hearing him speak this way, his teasing words snatching your own from your throat.
“I want you to show me,” You blinked at his expression; his bottom lip tucked between his teeth and round eyes lowered onto your body, rejection the farthest from his mind.
You abandoned all logic and began to strip in the front seat of Teddy Spencer’s car. Shimmying out of your jeans, you let him see your sateen underwear and thighs that jiggled with each movement. Thanking your earlier self for picking a cute pair tonight, you spread your legs without a second thought. Teddy licked his lips when he saw them, a simple black with lace trim and a wet patch growing at the seat. You held your legs open hoping he would touch you or even try to taste.
“Babygirl…” the pet name brought flutters to your stomach, different than you’ve ever felt with him before.
“Teddy, do something,” you whined. Your nipples strained against your top, aching to be touched. His body heat surrounded you as he leant over the console to whisper in your ear.
“I want you to touch yourself. Two fingers…show me how much you need me.”
The tone of his voice shifted to one that made you want to shrink in your seat. His tongue made lazy circles at a spot under your ear, effectively reducing you to shivers, making it hard to not be swayed by his instruction.
You listened despite your own wants, eyes on his, taking your ring finger and middle to your center. Past soft curls, your slit was velveteen, your own fluids coating your fingers. Gathering your slick, you slide your fingers up to your clit, a gasp opening your mouth as you drew circles over it.
“Good girl. Damn, I can hear it, so wet for me,” he rasped in amazement.
His hands find your breasts under your top and you lurch forward. His index and thumb take their time between rolling and pinching the pebbled flesh of your nipples. More wetness seeps out of you at the touch.
“These sensitive, too? You’re my wildest dream. Bet no one’s ever seen you like this.” The only thing that could come out of you was a whimper. His eyes and hands were fixated upon you as if you would disappear beneath his fingertips.
“No one else. I promise.” You reply, earning yourself a kiss that was all tongue and brazen. He licked into your mouth, probing, repaying you for your earlier teasing. Your own moans filled your ears before you could realize you were releasing them.
All the attention to your body brought you closer to a crest you didn’t care to fight. Your fingers naturally began to increase in fervor, thrumming tighter ‘o’s’ on your pearl—until Teddy’s much larger hand grabbed your wrist. You failed to fight the urge to whine, eyebrows knit tight and chest breathing deep, heavy breaths.
“Did I say go faster? Greedy little thing, trying to cum already?” You weren’t embarrassed, but his hardened expression tempted you to test his limits.
“Please, it just feels so g-good.” You stuttered under his stare. “You make me feel good Teddy.”
“I barely touched you and you’re fuckin’ ruined for me.” Teddy lifted your hand out of your panties and your fingers glistened behind the glow of the moonlight.
Then he stole your breath and put them in his mouth. You felt his tongue along your middle and ring fingers, suckling your arousal with an intensity that made your own mouth water. He must’ve caught the sight of your mouth dropping open, because he leaned forward and gave you careful directions.
“Tilt your head back.” Like the good listener you are you did, and Teddy appeared, this time allowing his saliva to dribble in your awaiting mouth.
Spreading your lips wider, you could taste the blend of him and of your own juices made on your tongue. Through a lidded stare you watched his hands find your jaw again and enclose the space between you. The kiss was obscenely loud, smacking and your moans echoing against the now foggy windows of Teddy’s truck.
Teddy kissed you as if he dedicated himself to committing the imprint of your lips to memory. In the seclusion of his driveway, he allowed you to be brought to the precipice of your pleasure and back. Finally, his hands roamed your torso, pulling you as close as you could over his console to himself, tongue swiping over your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth.
You were floating, living and breathing naughty dreams of years past. Teddy’s hand descended from your waist to the lace hem of your drenched panties, sneaking two fingers beneath the fabric. A needy whimper escaped your mouth when you finally got what your wish, his longer fingers on your swollen clit, rubbing faster, harder than you could.
“This what you wanted, right? Gonna make you cum all over yourself, ain’t I?” He separated your mouths just to taunt you again, your mewls growing louder with each revolution of his fingers.
You yelped as he slipped his middle into your entrance. “T-Teddy, I can’t…it’s too much!”
Your cries go ignored as his intrusions light your lower belly ablaze, the inside of your thighs growing even wetter, daring to leave your essence on his leather seats. He’s relentless in his pursuit, eyeing you as you crumble beneath his ministrations. You’re shaking in front of him, he chuckles and you jerk when he adds his thumb to your clit.
“Do you know how pretty you are like this? I can feel you’re close, you keep squeezing me like I’ma leave you.”
Teddy never minced his words, and the way he was talking to you had you tumbling over the brink. He strummed you as you writhed, unable to hide from the sopping sounds coming from your center. His finger inside you introduced you to a pleasure you hadn’t ventured alone, your body naturally seeking more with the jerky movements of your hips.
“Teddy please--,” you whispered. He pressed his forehead against yours, and you became unable to decipher where his breaths ended and yours began.
“You know I’d never do that, baby.”
Electricity shot from the soles of your feet to the tip of your spine. You fell apart with a broken moan of his name, sputtering all along his hand and down to the leather beneath you. Teddy maintained his pace while your body cried for him, encouraging your pleasure at its wake.
“That’s right, let go,” was what he said as your brain and body malfunctioned.
You didn’t know it yet, but you became his for keeping in his driveway that night. Teddy spoke words laced with sugar to you whenever he picked you up in his G-Wagon, priming to explore you in every inch of that vehicle.
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Author’s Note: If you made it this far thank you!!
This is also loosely based on an ask I got ages ago to write BBF, so I hope I did alright for my first stab at it. :)