white lines, pretty baby, tattoos
pairing - travis “teacake” meacham x fem!reader wc- 4k
summary - travis “teacake” has been your dealer for awhile now, you’ve tried dropping hints for months but he never picks up on them. tonight you finally invite him inside to share.
c/w - smut! 18+, dealer!teacake, drug usage, unprotected sex, oral sex, tit sucking, p in v, teacakes tip is pierced, porn w small plot
you’d been buying from teacake meacham for a few months now. every-time it was the same routine, it always started with a text to meet in some random discreet location. he’d pull up in his old burgandy sedan, the window already half-way down while some self help podcast played quietly on the speakers. teacake talked at a mile a minute the second you approached his car. he was always awkwardly chatty, the second you approached he would immediately launch into some random conversation like he couldn’t stand the silence that could potentially come. his yapping left you slightly bewildered and confused.
teacake was undeniably cute though. you’d been subtly flirting with him since he started selling to you, but he never seemed to pick up on it. you’d let your fingers linger on his, smile a little flirtier than necessary, tease him, and compliment him. but he’d always brush it off with some deflection and then dive into the next subject of conversation. sometimes you even tried to mention going to get food together or just a coffee if you picked up in the morning, but he either had to get to work or just said he wasn’t hungry. you started to assume he just wasn’t into you, he was your dealer after all.
tonight was different though. your car was in the shop at the same time that you needed a restock, so you asked teacake if he could show up to your place instead. it was a risky ask, but you trusted him enough, you’d seen enough of him to know he was mostly harmless.
the short and simple “omw” text came in almost an hour ago, and now you’re waiting for him to show up. standing on the front porch of your small house in the middle of some shabby suburban neighborhood.
the second his car arrived and the door opened, he was already talking. “hey. nice place, way nicer than i pictured- not that i pictured it, but- you know” he ran a hand through his hair to push it back. teacakes hair was long, and parted down the middle. he had dark roots and yellow-blonde waved hair, and he was wearing some faded white t shirt and black pants. he smelt of some cheap musky cologne and the typical familiar hint of weed.
you smiled as he approached “thanks.. thanks for coming all the way out here by the way, i appreciate it.”
“totally. of course.” he stepped up on your porch and pulled out two familiar bags. one halfway full of a pearly white powder, and one full of marijuana. “here you go. it’s uh.. on me tonight. consider it a house-call discount”
he seemed more fidgety than normal. maybe because of the setting. coming to your house was different than meeting in a dark parking lot, something about it felt intimate as you two stood on your porch out in the cold kansas night.
“on you? are you sure?” it took you off guard, you definitely looked surprised but pleased. you already had to pay for your car to get fixed, so you surely weren’t gonna turn down the opportunity for a free restock.
“totally sure. i mean, it’s not a big deal or anything… just felt like it. you’re one of my best customers.” he laughed a little embarrassed “that sounded like i have a lot of customers, i don’t. well, i do-“
you cut him off before he could ramble any more “i appreciate it, really.” you stood in silence for a few awkward seconds before you decided to take a chance. “do you wanna.. come in? maybe you could do it with me?” you figured since he was giving it to you for free, sharing with him was the least you could do.
his big brown eyes widened, they were full of shock before his brain caught up and he nodded a little too eagerly “yeah. yeah, sure.”
you nodded back and turned towards your front door to open it, letting him inside, and watching as he glanced around at everything in your home.
“cool place. smells nice.” he cleared his throat and gestured around the small living area “so where do we uh…” teacake couldn’t seem to find the right words to describe what was about to happen.
you pointed towards the couch “there is fine.” he sat down near you, a few inches apart on the two-seater couch. you could tell he was nervous, you hadn’t considered that he probably didn’t partake with his customers often. his palms kept rubbing against the top of his pants, you assumed he was sweating.
you both started with the weed, doing rips off a bong that was already sitting on your coffee table, taking turns. teacake lit the bong, and pulled it for you each time. you’d told him that you knew how to do it, obviously, but he insisted. after a while he leaned back against the couch cushions, looking way more relaxed than when he arrived. you shifted closer to him and leaned your head against the couch cushion as your eyes traveled down his side profile. he got prettier the more you looked at him, or maybe the higher you got. it was getting harder to ignore your attraction for him.
“what’s this, mm?” you gestured towards the side of his neck where a tattoo went vertically under his ear. it said “howdy”.
teacake’s body stilled as he swallowed hard, shrugging a bit dismissively. “oh. that? got it a bit ago, thought it was the funniest thing in the world. still kinda do, i guess.” he turned his head slightly towards you, letting you look closer at his soft marked up skin.
your fingers moved to brush the hair from his ear, fingers gently lingering on the warm skin of his tattoo. “it is funny.” a soft laugh left your lips “i like it.” you started to trace the letters as he remained still, gaze fixed on some random place across the room. teacake had been hoping for the past few months that he hadn’t been dreaming, he’d noticed subtle things that you’d do but told himself you wouldn’t be interested. couldn’t be interested in someone like him. he wasn’t sure if he believed that anymore now that your fingers were on his skin, but he still seemed completely oblivious in your eyes.
your fingers moved to travel through the hair on the nape of his neck “you have nice hair, teacake.” his hair was soft, and thick, you could’ve run your fingers through it all night.
he let out a soft laugh, it sounded flustered. “it’s just hair, kinda fried too, probably. you have nice hair too though, real nice. super….”
he was rambling again, as he did so often. you found it endearing if you were being honest. he seemed incapable of processing the compliment as anything other than bizarre. he wasn’t pulling away from where your fingers were toying with his hair, but he surely wasn’t leaning in like you’d want him to either.
“so uh- the coke? you wanna…?” he gestured towards the small bag sitting on your coffee table and you nodded. teacake made two small neat lines of the pearly powder on the table as you leaned down with one nostril plugged to inhale the powder. teacake was holding his breath, watching you, and briefly reached out to hold your hair back while you snorted a line. the feeling of his large hand gathering your hair made you shudder more than the effects of the line did. teacake watched you the entire time, whispering “woah” to himself, as he watched the way your pupils enlarged.
an immediate rush started to buzz in your skull as you leaned back and his hand left your hair. teacake took his line much faster than you did, all nervous energy as he quickly sat back up and blinked rapidly, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. everything seemed to feel sharper between the two of you, space closing without either of you even realizing it. you turned slightly towards him and your knee brushed against his thigh, he seemed jittery, leg bouncing up and down.
you watched him for a long minute as he took another line, then a grin plastered onto his face.
“you have really nice eyes. all big and brown.” your brain felt fuzzy, but your vision was tunneled on him and the way his lips parted after every compliment. on the way his eyes widened and how his long lashes curled when he’d look up. on the way he’d run a hand through his hair and you’d catch how it’d flex the muscles in his bicep. his hands were so veiny, they looked rough and calloused. his sideburns were so prominent. his hair was so pretty. everything about him stuck out more to you now, and it was getting harder and harder to not launch yourself on top of him and taste his skin.
he let out a huff of laughter, leaning back, all relaxed and his body pliant. you were certain he didn’t even notice how hard you were staring. “yeah? they’re just.. brown. kinda muddy.” he tilted his head towards you. “yours are nicer.” you weren’t sure if your mind was playing tricks on you, but you were certain you watched him lean in.
the conversation kept flowing. lightly, and slightly awkward. teacake seemed to get chattier as he got higher, his eyes wide in some sort of nervous excitement that was making you feel dizzy just from watching him. it felt like hours went by. you were laughing at everything he was saying, maintaining eye contact, moving closer, angling your body towards him and even biting on your bottom lip occasionally as he looked at you. but nothing seemed to register to him. it was infuriating and sexy at the same time. he was so clueless.
after he leaned back from taking another rip from the bong, your hand traveled to his arm, lightly brushing the skin of his forearm. your fingers delicately traced the soft skin. he had a large blue inked snake tattoo there, you knew what it meant, so you didn’t ask. but your fingers continued tracing the skin, tracing the shape and pattern where the skin was still slightly raised.
a full body shudder seemed to go through him at the gentle feeling on what he considered one of the worst parts of him. he tilted his head to look over at you. the second he saw your face, it seemed like everything clicked for him. everything finally made sense to him.
he angled his body towards you and slide a hand over to carefully rest on your waist, it hovered in the air for a long second before he finally made contact with your skin. “is this.. okay? am i getting this?”
“yeah, you’re getting it now.” you said softly, but you couldn’t hide the anticipation flooding through you. you’d wanted him for so long, wanted him to make a move or do something for so long. his hand on your hip felt like a live wire, and your veins were humming in response.
“alright. good. that’s good.” teacakes voice dropped, becoming more confident. it was more than clear to him now that you wanted him, that he was wanted by you. he saw it in the way your cheeks were pink, the way you kept shifting your thighs, the way you swallowed nervously every-time he looked at you. he was surely gonna give you everything you’d need now that he knew. he was a people pleaser after all.
teacake was the kind of guy who would do anything anybody asked of him, which is probably why he had this job in the first place. this specific scenario though? this was something teacake would gladly do without argument, he’d please you in any way you asked of him.
he leaned in and you watched his eyelids flutter shut before his lips connected to yours. it started soft, like he still wasn’t sure if he should be kissing you, but you kissed back immediately. melting against him as your hands came up to press flat on his chest. he let out a small surprised gasp sound as you did, and immediately matched your energy. the hand that was on your hip moved to your back, pulling you into him until you were shifting to straddle his lap. teacakes hands went straight back to your torso, spanning so much skin. his hands were large, covering most of your stomach as he gripped onto skin.
your mouth moved downwards, kissing down his jawline and the skin of his neck until you found the hollow of his throat. sucking softly on the skin there, your tongue soothing over skin that teeth would graze. his neck was so pretty, you bit down gently but hard enough to leave a mark. teacake seemed to jolt in response to your teeth sinking into his neck, his fingers roaming up from your hips to span your ribs and shift to grab onto your breasts. he moaned at the feeling.
“yeah.. jus like that. more, please.” his head fell back on the cushions, the long line of his pale throat completely exposed. covered in goosebumps and saliva from your open mouthed kisses.
his long fingers slid under your shirt, one hand pressing against your bare skin and sliding over your stomach and gripping at your hip. his other hand was moving all over your thigh, tracing your bare skin as his fingers would lightly graze the edge of your cotton shorts.
teacakes mouth searched for yours again with a small grin on his face. your hands moved back up to tangle in his blonde hair, gripping at the roots and grinding yourself down on his lap. the second your hips rolled against his, he was yanking your shirt over your head. movements clumsy because of how urgent they were. “sorry.. im just..” he cut himself off with a shake of his head as he moaned when you dragged over his aching bulge.
he pulled his own shirt off, and your eyes were immediately glazed over in desire. he was pale, and lean with a soft tummy and the most beautiful chest hair you’d ever seen. it was thick, and traveled from the hollow of his throat down to his sternum, leading all the way down to a cock you were certain was going to split you open based on how thick it felt through his pants.
his lips immediately found yours again, his tongue diving deeper into your mouth and the taste of him made your head spin. this time his lips traveled, moving down your jaw and chest until his kiss swollen pink lips began to move over the skin falling out of your bra. teacakes fingers worked quickly, unfastening your bra and pushing it it down so his mouth could latch onto one of your peaked nipples.
you felt your back arch, soundlessly begging for more of his attention. his sucking became tighter and hungrier, cheeks hollowing out. he groaned as your body responded to him, hands gripping your hips tightly to hold you steady on his lap, using his grip to roll your hips, grinding you against his throbbing cock.
he pulled back from your tit, lips glistening and eyes glassy as he stuttered over his words “need to be inside you, that.. that okay?”
you shook your head, fighting back a pleased smile as you pushed his head back down to your body. you had all the time in the world, what was the rush?
his mouth went back to your tits, tongue and lips working over your skin as he’d alternate from soft licks to desperate sucks. teacakes hands were sliding down from your hips to grip at your ass. you could feel how wet you were, soaking through the thin fabric and probably onto his pants too. his fingers moved to hook into your waistband, sliding his hand into the front of your shorts and exploring the heat. fingers sliding all over your soaked and messy pussy, thumb pressing firm on your clit to make you jolt in his lap before he shifted his weight to lay you down on the couch below him. it took no time for your shorts and panties to be pulled down your legs.
he let out a groan as soon as he saw how wet you were, pussy coated and clenching around the cold air. the insides of your thighs were slick as you squirmed. he gripped onto your hips and pulled your legs over shoulders, lowering his head to dive into you. his tongue was flat at first, slow broad strokes gathering every ounce before his nose began to rub against your clit. his hands left your hips to go in between your thighs, thumbs spreading you wide for him while his tongue began to flick back and forth. he was a mess. groaning repeatedly, shifting his hips on the couch to rut against the cushions. his tongue moved upwards, tracing patterns on your clit before he was flattening it hard and pressing it against you. he wasn’t all that coordinated, but man, he was eager.
you felt your entire body tremble, aching for release, back arching off the couch to press harder on his face. your hands were tugging on his hair, holding him there until he could only breathe in the scent of you. “fu-fuck, …oh! right there…. mmmph” his mouth was much more effective when he was nose deep in your pussy, and not rambling about any thought he’d come up with.
the second two of his long fingers slid into you, you broke. you were moaning his name loud and breathy, squirming as your orgasm crashed over your body, leaving you boneless and breathless on the couch.
he came up for air, panting, and he looked gorgeous. face covered in your cum. his chin, lips and nose were glistening in your arousal. as soon as the last of your trembling subsided, teacake pulled his fingers out of you and sat up, quickly moving to pull his pants down.
the second his thick cock was out you were mesmerized. long, girthy and veiny- but what caught your eye was the kings crown piercing right on the red head of his cock. you’d never been with a man who had a piercing there, and the sight was making you drool. you could imagine it. imagine the cold metal rubbing against you, reaching parts of you that you didn’t even know existed yet.
he looked wrecked, eyes pleading and wide “c’mon baby, lemme fuck you. lemme wreck this pussy, baby… just tell me how you want it.. tell me what you want me to do” teacakes hips rocked forward slowly, letting the tip of his cock circle against your clit and tease your entrance. the piercing caught on your clit for a second, rubbing in a pleasure filled pain that made you gasp as your eyes widened. the second his tip slipped in to part you, the cold metal rubbed against your walls and you both let out long moans that went on forever, eyes rolling back into your head.
your hips arched up, begging for more. you didn’t care how he was fucking you. you’d have done any position, as long as it meant his cock was gonna be in your tight walls, pulsing inside of you. “don’t- don’t care how.. just want you s’bad… tea-“
“travis.” he corrected softly. “ i want you to say my name when im in you, okay?” his eyes were a little vulnerable, open in a way you hadn’t seen before as he pushed forward again. stretching you deliciously.
“mhmmm, travis. okay.” you nodded frantically, brain scrambled and unable to think properly as his thick dick continued breaching you. the stretch was intense, bordering on pain as his cock slowly began to fill you entirely. his eyes were squeezed shut, jaw tight and clenched as he breathed through his nose.
his cock was buried deep inside you when he began withdrawing tentatively, but following with deeper and more confident thrusts. he leaned down and captured your lips, moaning into your mouth as his tongue mimicked the filthy rhythm of his hips. he was frantic, slightly clumsy, but completely consumed. his thrusts were becoming long and deep, hitting every sensitive spot inside of you. your hands reached up to tangle in his hair before cradling his cheek as he kissed you. travis leaned into the touch like a man starved before panting against your palm and pressing open mouthed kisses to the damp salty skin.
“feeling you.. all wrapped around me like this… god, you feel perfect.” the sensation of his piercing was like nothing you’d ever felt before, the cold metal dragging against your walls and stimulating every inch of your insides. pussy clenching around him as you felt the friction of the bead catch on spongy spots inside of you.
“travis..harder…harder.. i can take it.” you were breathlessly begging, your lower stomach full of a pleasure that would snap at any moment. shudders continuously ran through your body.
“shit- okay, anything you want.” his cock slammed into you then, jolting your body forward on the couch. you felt lightheaded, brain completely blank as he reached spots of you that left you babbling incoherently. your hands were digging into his back, nails close to piercing through the skin as he went harder and harder to chase his release.
travis was sweating, forehead pressing against yours as you both panted into eachothers mouths before he turned his head to the side to moan loudly. your mouth moved instantly, tongue darting out to trail on the tattoo on the side of his neck, tasting the sweet salty sweat that had gathered. the taste of him caused your release to crash over you, you gasped against his neck, biting down onto his skin to muffle the desperate sounds leaving your lips.
you expected your orgasm to induce his own, but it only made him go harder. thick hands angling your hips to shift his position, gripping onto your breasts that were bouncing frantically underneath him. his body was trembling, muscles coiled together tightly, sweat dampening his chest hair as his tummy rolled slightly against yours with every long stroke of his cock.
you were so sensitive, moaning uncontrollably as you guided his lips back to yours in a messy clash. his body stilled completely as your tongue fucked into his mouth, and he pulled out instantly to paint your stomach with hot white stripes of his cum. panting heavily as his chest was rising and falling, cum still shooting out of his cock while his hand stroked himself firmly to milk his cock dry. he was gripping your skin tightly with his opposite hand, steadying himself. you were both silent for awhile afterwards, catching your breath, before he broke the silence, inevitably.
“so that was-“ gaining a nervous edge to his voice again.
you interrupted him before he could say anything stupid. “do you want to.. i don’t know..we could rinse off? together?”
a goofy grin took place on his lips immediately “yeah? yeah. that sounds..” he quickly tried to compose himself, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, even though he was just destroying your pussy in ways you knew you wouldn’t find with anyone else “i mean yeah, that’s cool.”
he stood up, still beautifully naked on unsteady feet and offered his hands to help you up. his eyes were still raking over you. fucked out, hair messy, cheeks flushed and lips swollen. he was mesmerized.
“god.. you’re just so- lead the way” you smiled and blushed a little, walking towards the bathroom in the hall.
you stepped into the shower and under the water first, watching him step in behind you. the water beaded down his body, his hair darkening as he pushed it back.
he was so beautiful. too beautiful for his own good. your eyes moved further down, watching how the water caught in his chest hair and dripped down into his happy trail. it made your mouth water all over again. his hands settled on your hips gently, thumbs stroking your skin as he leaned into kiss your flushed cheeks, murmuring against your skin “y’know this is a lot better than just.. leaving”
“i know.” a soft smile played on your lips as he continued kissing your cheeks and began to help wash the his cum off of your torso. “i might just have to invite you to come in again sometime”
teacake grinned a little, huffing out a quiet laugh against your cheek before he teased “might have to keep giving you a discount.”
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