content: ted garcia x afb/f! reader / unprotected sex (p in v) / non-consensual undertones / power dynamic / mention of anal / established relationship / degradation and humiliation / dirty talk / MDNI (+18)
summary: you're sick of fighting with ted, so you try to fuck with him and wear something that'll make his head messy and his cock hard. 💋
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notes: this is from an ask i received from the lovely @mustachepascal, requesting that i write a fic for this tweet. don't forget to let it run wild over on pp twitter ya'll. thanks to my bb @sad-bitch-disorder for always being my go-to beta reader. it feels soooo fucking good writing ted again. enjoy x
Ted slumps into his recliner, exhaustion etching across his face. He’s sick of the endless battles. Every night, you two clash, the air between you both, thick with resentment. He imagined that once Eric left for college, you’d rediscover each other, maybe reignite the passion that you both spoke about so fondly. Instead, the distance grows, emptiness taking root.
He lets out a dramatic sigh, broadcasting his frustration as your footsteps thunder upstairs. Tonight’s spat erupted over garlic bread — burnt beyond redemption, his fault, naturally. But his mind is preoccupied, tangled in the demands of his campaign, barely registering the over-toasted slices. The weight of it all presses him deeper into the chair.
You, too, are teetering at the edges, unable to bear the constant friction. Sprawled across the bed, you stare up at the ceiling, the same song and dance every night now. Downstairs, the television roars to life, Ted’s infuriating tactic to burrow under your skin. The news blares at full volume, each word a deliberate jab, a challenge to your patience.
You roll your eyes, pressing a pillow over your face to muffle the noise, but his persistence tonight is relentless. Your frustration grows, and you hurl the pillow across the room, letting out a groan loud enough to pierce the den below. When the television’s volume spikes even higher, you bolt upright, fury propelling you toward the door. You’re ready to slam it shut, to seal yourself off from him — but no. Not tonight. You refuse to let him win this round.
Ted notices the absence of your retaliation, the silence unusual. He’s grown accustomed to your fiery comebacks, not this eerie quiet. He finally decides to dial down the television, sitting there a moment, waiting for your stomping to return. Before he can call out, you appear, descending the stairs in the sheer babydoll lingerie he gifted you for your birthday. The sight steals his breath almost instantly. You glide past, the delicate fabric clinging to your curves, your bare skin teasingly visible underneath, the fabric barely covering the underside of your ass cheeks.
“What are you doing?” he growls, brows knitting together, his grip tightening on the remote. “Why are you wearing that?” His voice climbs, laced with tension.
You ignore him, sauntering into the kitchen, your movements deliberately provocative. You rummage through the cabinets, searching for a snack… or nothing at all. The act is really just secondary to your true intent, which is to make him ache, to torture him.
“Just looking…” you mumble, your tone coy.
“Liar,” he snaps, striding from the living room to the kitchen in a heartbeat. His eyes don’t leave you, like a predator stalking its prey. His knuckles blanch as he grips the counter. “Why are you wearing that?”
You turn to face him, a slow grin curling on your lips. The sheer fabric reveals the hardened peaks of your nipples, your body a tantalizing photograph of curves and shadows. “To fuck with you,” you say, your voice sharp with aggravation.
Ted steps closer, towering over you, his gaze locked on the way the lingerie molds to every dip and curve of your beautiful body. His eyes linger on your nipples, his desire for you now almost palpable.
“Is that so?” His response is low and rough as his thumb grazes one of your hardened peaks.
“It’s working…” he confesses, his breath warm against your skin as he dips in closer.
A soft sound escapes your lips, evidence that he’s making a mess of you between your thighs. But you steel yourself, keeping your back straight, refusing to let him see how his touch fucks with you.
Just when you think you have it under control, his massive hands grab your breasts, squeezing them, pushing them together so he fans his hot breath through the fabric. “You wanted to fuck with me, yeah? Win our little argument?” he teases, kissing down your breasts, pulling a nipple between his lips as he sucks on it through the fabric.
“How about I just fuck you…” he mumbles, a promise as he sinks his teeth into your skin, a teasing nip that sends shivers racing down your spine. He pulls back, eyes much darker with hunger and spins you around, pressing you forward until your hips meet the edge of the kitchen counter, your heart pounding with anticipation of what's to come next.
“I’ve been wondering when you were gonna wear this,” he groans, while his hands undo the drawstrings of his sweats. “Strutting around, teasing me, getting me so damn hard I can’t think straight — ready to fuck you senseless in it.” His sweatpants hit the floor with a soft thud, then his briefs follow. “Why do we even fight, baby? Why don’t we just… lose ourselves in this… fuck our problems away…?”
His hand slips beneath the delicate hem of your babydoll lingerie, fingers seeking your eager cunt between your thighs. He plunges two fingers into you, mapping the walls of your slick warmth. Each slow, deliberate pump draws a gasp from your lips and his satisfied hum vibrates through you. He pulls his fingers free, licking them clean with a wicked gleam in his eye, before aligning his cock at your entrance.
“Don’t hold back, baby. Scream for me.”
With those words, he thrusts deep, shoving his cock deep in one fluid motion. The shared moan that erupts is electric, a current that binds you together in the bubbling ecstasy. Ted’s hips move with relentless precision, rocking into you as he grips your waist for leverage, anchoring you to him. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through you, your body trying to match his rhythm.
Your eyes flutter, threatening to roll back as he drives into you harder, each stroke a testament to his need and… love, for you. The moans you release — sharp, desperate, echoing with every plunge into your wet mess of a pussy — are raw and unfiltered. You just wanted to provoke him, to stoke his anger with your teasing, but those plans dissolved quickly. You knew it would end this way, that the petty arguments over dishes would be forgotten, replaced by Ted’s fiery love-making.
His hand slides up to encircle your throat, firm but careful, pulling your head back just enough for his lips to graze the sensitive spot beneath your ear. His cock glides in and out with devastating accuracy, his balls slapping against your ass, the rhythmic sound of skin on skin filling the open kitchen. The air feels alive, you feel like you’re on cloud nine.
“Did you really think you… fuck— could wear this and not drive me crazy?” he growls, his voice a mix of frustration and lust, each word punctuated by a hard thrust. “That I wouldn’t take you like this, right here, right now? Goddamn, you drive me wild, you crazy fucking woman. I should fuck you in the ass just for attempting to tease me...” His filthy words cut through you, making you crave him more, making your pussy even wetter.
Ted tugs your head back further, his fingers tightening around your throat, feeling the pulse of your carotid throbbing beneath your straining neck. His gaze is wild, loving the way your heartbeat betrays your obvious surrender.
“I’m gonna cum all over your pretty little outfit, baby,” he hisses, a final wicked punishment for your attempt to win the argument with your teasing lingerie. Backfired, leaving you a trembling, aching mess, and your pussy thoroughly fucked.
With a low groan, Ted pulls out of your drenched cunt, his hand stroking himself swiftly. His grip on your neck remains firm, tilting your head back even further as he lets out a loud moan, his cum spilling hot and messy across your babydoll lingerie, staining the delicate fabric.
“B-But, I wanna cum too…” you whimper, your voice a desperate plea. But your words are ignored as Ted gazes down at you, his half-lidded eyes glinting with a mix of triumph and adoration. He leans in, pressing a teasing kiss to the tip of your nose, enjoying how miserable you look.
“Oh, you wanna cum, huh?” he laughs, his breath hot against your lips, while he wallows in mock pity. “Sorry, baby girl, you lost this round.” You nod, frantic, your body aching for his cock, his fingers — anything. But he denies you, cleaning the tip of his cock along the hem of your sheer lingerie, smearing the fabric with the last of his release.
“Now be a good girl and change out of this,” he says, commanding, “so Daddy can fuck you right.”
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