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calzone-d · 1 month
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hi guys! Here’s a lil blurb for ya. Love and miss you all. Less than two months to graduation!!
pairing: Jason Sudeikis x Reader
warnings: penetrative sex, reader is described as female, biting, creampie
a/n: hi guys! I’m (slowly) back. Graduation is in two months so you can expect to see looooots more of me after then. Just can’t get Jason off my mind lately. My inbox is also open! Send in requests, ideas, etc!
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You let out a low groan as you sunk down onto his cock. It was way after you’d put the kids to bed, but it happened quick enough that there wasn’t much buildup. By now, you’d gotten used to some warm up from Jason before sex.. a few fingers, his tongue, a toy.. whatever you were in the mood for.
Tonight, you had been riled up enough to just sit yourself on his cock. Jason wasn’t complaining. Hell, he was panting and letting out a choked groan himself.
“Ughh.. oh, honey..”
A soft whimper left your lips as you started to grind on him. Your clit rubbed against the coarse hair on his pubic bone and that combined with the head of his cock rubbing your g-spot had you speechless.
One of your hands gripped the headboard to use as leeway as you softly bounced on top of him.
“Shit, Y/n…”
Jason’s moans were hushed and muffled from him pressing wet kisses across your collarbones. You’d gotten used to things being hushed. From quickies in hidden closets at SNL to soft mornings where you didn’t want to wake the kids. His touch matched the softness as well, his hands skating across your back and down your hips. Not pushing you down, just reminding himself you’re there.
The two of you had gotten into a steady rhythm until the feeling of Jason’s lips around your nipple made you shoot your eyes open. A louder moan left your mouth as you looked down at him. He was gorgeous, unreal with his eyes rolled to the back of his head and hair a mess as he suckled and moaned around your nipple.
“Jase..” your voice trailed off into breathy pants. You leant back and brought a hand up to cup the bag of his head, fingers twisting through his salt and pepper strands and holding his face to your breast.
Jason’s teeth nipped at the sensitive bud before swapping over to the neglected one. The feeling had you bouncing faster, clenching harder around his cock and desperate to feel him throbbing inside of you. His moans were a constant vibration against your skin.
He pulled away only to take in a few deep breaths and praise the way you took his cock.
“Feel s’good hun.. that’s.. right there, hun..”
The desperation hidden under panting breaths was hard to hide. His lips were now smushed to your chest, eyebrows furrowed and fingernails digging into the skin of your hips while you each reached your peak.
Jason’s hands moved to grab a tight hold of your asscheeks for leverage as he pounded into you from below.
“Oh, honey.. I can’t- fuck.. m’gonna cum!”
All you could manage was a desperate “please, Jase” before he held you flush against. Every pulse of his cock inside you could be felt as he flooded your walls. It began flowing down and slowly pooled at the base of his length before he even considered pulling out of you.
Your breaths were heavy as you slumped against him, but he was there to catch you just as he always was. Jason’s gentle hands stroked over your back as he attempted to pull out of you.
“No! Just.. jus’ a little longer..” you pleaded. In the middle of the night with nothing to do, he settled back against your plush pillows and pulled the blanket over you both, still buried deep inside you.
“Jus’ need to feel me for a bit, angel?”
Your eyes grew heavy as you nodded against him. You easily relaxed against him, knowing he’d clean you up and get you settled when you were ready.
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Thanks for reading!
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joeburrhoe · 8 months
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ted lasso pays for his s/o to get their nails done because he loves the feeling of them scratching him up as he fucks them. that’s it, that’s the tweet.
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my-soupy-brain · 6 months
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LOVED the making out with jason blurb so much!!! the yearn is real, my friend. could i ask for more firsts with him? first fight, maybe? first time making up?
Absolutely! A little angst always leads to something spicy, right? I'm gonna see where this goes. So let's goooo!
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Relationship: Jason Sudeikis x reader
Warnings: Angst + smut
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Your time out with Jason was always fun. Dinner and drinks, private most of the time.
So when he asked you to some bigger events, you were more than happy to join him. He was thrilled to show you off, show his friends and family how happy he was he found you.
He'd gone through some heartbreak. He'd made some mistakes. He was trying to put himself back together, and then you came alone.
Like a lost puzzle piece.
He laughed easily with you -- loved your bright smile and electric personality. Your sense of humor matched perfectly with his. And he loved the ease and comfort you found meeting people in his inner circle.
The dress you had on was new, hugging you in the right places. A tall pair of fall boots, your hair wild and free but styled and sexy. You were a sight for sore eyes after all his back-and-forth travel lately.
Walking into the event with him was a dream. You smiled up at him, he smiled up at you.
When you walked to the bar to get your drinks, his eyes lingered. Sure, he was a celebrity, but he's still amazed you wanted him. His confidence had been shaken a little in the past few years, and he wants to hang onto you for dear life.
Chatting with a friend, he looked over at the bar where you were waiting for your drinks.
And that bartender was gazing at you a little too much.
You threw your head back and laughed at something he said.
He kept mixing your drinks, smiling at you.
Jason was trying like hell to listen to the person talking to him. But he couldn't look away.
When the bartender put the drinks in front of you, he expected you to swing around and head back to him. But you didn't. You leaned on the bar and the bartender laughed.
And then you laughed.
And Jason's heart felt like it was shattering. You finally nodded and waved, grabbing your drinks and smiling as you headed back to him.
But his eyes left yours, and he went back to his conversation.
"Hey, babe, here's your drink," you offer, Jason taking it without saying much more than a mumbled, "Thanks."
His friend left the conversation and made their way around the room and you saw him take a hard sip.
"Hey, Jas, you OK?" you asked, touching his arm, which he shook off.
Uh-oh. What was going on?
"Fine," he said, taking another drink, not making eye contact.
"What's... what's going..."
Before you could finish, the bartender was in front of you.
"Another drink, sir?" he asked Jason, flashing a grin at you.
"Not from you, pal," Jason said, clenching and twisting his jaw as he answered.
"Jason...what..."
"I'm sorry, sir. Can I help you with something?"
Jason takes the last swig of his drink and sets it on the bartender's tray.
"No. You can help me by staying away from my girlfriend."
The bartender's eyes go wide, and he mumbles a sorry and takes the tray and empty drink back to the bar.
"Jason, what has gotten into you?" you ask, your eyes wide in shock. You've never seen him treat a server this way. Ever.
"Me? What about you? What the hell was that?" he asks, his voice lower now. "Flirting with the bartender? C'mon."
Your mouth drops open, and you cross your arms.
"Flirting. With. The. Bartender. Okay, I can't begin to tell you how wrong you are..."
Jason chuckles rudely. "You might think I'm wrong but I'm sure as hell not blind."
You're trying to keep your cool. You're partly hurt, partly mad, partly in shock...
"Jason, my God. I was not flirting. That guy knows someone I went to college with, and we were just..."
"You were just fielding your options. I get it."
"Sweetheart, no. No! God, no. First off, he's like 10 years younger than me. So no thank you. A BIG no thank you to that. But most importantly, I'm madly in love with you."
Jason's eyes dart back to yours.
You'd been together a little while, but the L word hadn't been uttered yet.
You nod and your eyes connect with his.
"You heard me."
He doesn't know what to say. He hasn't heard that word in...
"Love? You're in love with me?"
You smile and chuckle, cupping his cheek in your hand.
"You forgot a word there, Jas. Madly. I'm madly in love with you."
Jason blushes and pulls you to his chest, tilting your head up to look at him. "Madly."
You nod. "Madly. So are you done being mad?"
He chuckles and kisses your lips gently. "I'm done being mad, but not done being madly in love with you, too."
The bartender makes his way around the room again and tries to flash you a smile, which you ignore. Jason stars at him with daggers in his eyes.
"He was flirting with you though," Jason whispers in your ear. "And he's still trying."
"Barkin' up the wrong tree, that one," you joke, kissing his lips again. He laughs at that. He ropes his arms around you and holds you tight, leaning into your ear.
"You wanna get outta here?" he asks with a husky voice.
"Why? Don't you wanna stick around and hang with your friends?"
He shrugs a shoulder.
"I'd rather take you home."
You smirk and bite your lip, leaning into his ear.
"I'm game. I wanna show you how madly in love with you I am."
He grabs your hand and heads for the door, texting his friends on the way out that he needs to get home.
In the back of the town car, your lips don't separate, drinking each other in. His hands down your chest, under your dress, over your thighs. He tugs you over his lap and you squeak in surprise.
"Mine," he murmurs against your neck. "Mine."
Your body burns with desire, your hungry hands running through his hair, down his short beard, down his broad chest...
Luckily the town car pulls up outside his place and he rushes you out the door before you get in trouble for indecency. Once the door to his apartment closes, he's got you against the other side, a thigh hitched to his side.
"Mine," he repeats again, his lips and teeth working across the soft skin of your neck.
"Yours," you murmur in reply, breath coming in short. "Yours."
He takes you to the bedroom, and unzips your dress, sitting you on the bed to take off your boots. He kisses up your calves to your thighs, and then crawls over you on the bed. You love being caged by him like this.
Once he's over you, you coax him to his back, working his shirt off, and kissing and nipping down his chest, across his nipples, down his belly, your hands trailing after you.
"Mine," you whisper to his skin, and he watches you from above with wide eyes.
You kiss your way back up, hovering over his face, his lips hungry for your kiss.
"I would be some kind of fucking fool," you start, kissing his collarbone, his neck, "to want anyone but you."
Your hands work down his body, something he's self-conscious about even on his best days.
"You drive me absolutely wild with lust," you whisper, leading back to his lips. His big, warm hands are on your back, down the curve of your waist and hips. "And I'm so goddamn madly in love with you I physically ache."
He closes his eyes and savors your words. Your fingers drag down his body again.
"Fucking perfect," you say, your eyes starry with adoration. "These big hands that hold me, the way your forearms flex when you roll up your sleeves. This strong, broad chest, and this warm, masculine body... and this chest hair that makes me want to scream..."
He just watches you worship him. This is new to him. This praise. This adoration.
Your fingers work open the buckle of his belt, his cock hard behind his pants. When you unbutton and lower the zip, you slip your hand inside. His hips twitch as you touch him.
"Fuuuuuuck," he breathes out, watching you pull his jeans down, which he raises his hips to help you do.
You nibble his hips, his thighs. He's alert and standing at attention when you finally wrap your lips around him and he moves a hand into your hair as he watches you.
As you move against him, he whispers, "Mine," again. And it makes your core throb. When you pop off him with a wet sound, you look up at him. "Mine."
"Yours," he answers.
You crawl back up and he rolls you to your back, holding you, kissing you, your bodies tangled in the sheets together, his lips on your neck. When your bodies connect you both moan and smile, returning your lips together.
"Baby..." he breathes against your neck. "God, baby...you're it for me..."
You run your fingers through his hair and down his shoulders, your body reaching the edge of pleasure with each thrust. Sweet whispers and moans and noises of love fill the room.
When your body clenches around his, your head thrown back in pleasure, he smiles as he brings his lips to your neck, following behind you with a heavy moan and stuttering hips.
You let him lay in your arms, against your chest, your breath catching between you.
"Do you believe me?" he asks quietly. And you tilt your head to look at him.
"You're it for me."
You smile and kiss the top of his head.
"And you're it for me. Remember -- madly in love. Madly."
He hugs you closer, kissing your collarbone, neck, and then your lips.
"I just hated the idea of anyone looking at you the way I do, I guess," he murmurs. "I don't want to lose you."
Your fingers play with his hair and it makes him hum and relax.
"You won't lose me," you answer quietly. "I don't wanna lose you, you don't wanna lose me. There ain't a thing to lose. We're it, babe."
He looks at you and delivers a gentle kiss, rolling to his side and pulling you into his embrace. "Good, because you belong here. In my arms. And I belong here. With you in my arms."
"Damn right, babe."
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carmylasso · 1 year
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out of the woods (jason sudeikis x reader)
summary: after your boss sets you up on a date with your longest celebrity crush, you were pretty sure that was as wild as your friday was gonna get...turns out you shouldn't be tempting fate.
warnings: anxious thoughts, smutty inclinations, olivia.
a/n: so....i wrote the nanny thing? this is mostly fluffy and a lot self indulgent. obviously the kids are mentioned and will be making appearances in later parts, so if you feel uncomfortable with that, skip this one. 
hope you like it! (you can totally curse me for that ending. i know)
tagging some friends without who this would never see the light of the day @calzone-d @thisismysecondrodeo @tedssweaters
statistically speaking, you shouldn't be nervous: it's not like that's the first time you step into the house – by now you could probably say where everything is stored in that kitchen, or slid a joke over the fact that he's obviously organized the living room a bit before you came over tonight – or as if the man at the stove is a stranger by any means.
however, statistically speaking, the chances of you being here tonight, just you and jason, in a date, were never that great to begin with, so...
no, scratch that. up to 6 months ago, there was simply no starting scenario that ended up here, even if alexi never missed a chance to tease you about him whenever the man was brought up. one downside of being friends your boss, you figure. as the years passed, you gave up "hiding" your stupid, incurable celebrity crush on jason sudeikis, even around her and seth. it was harmless, after all. made your face warm with embarrassment when you overheard plans that included him being made? without a fault, but it usually granted you a night off if the man was coming to the house.
til they sat you down one morning to ask if you'd be interested in meeting his kids, seth's eyes gleaming with mischief as he held his hands together in a plea for you to not forget you loved their boys, who would miss you terribly if you sacked them for a hot, newly single comedian.
the three of you were laughing when you told him to kindly fuck the hell off.
except now jason's here, close enough to touch. he's here, and this feels like a whole lot more than flirty jokes late at night, more than stolen glances after a big award ceremony, his hair a mess, clothes askew. certainly more than the almost kiss that got you here in the first place, the feeling of his hand on the side of your neck as he said if he was gonna kiss you he'd do it properly still burning your skin days later. this is real, it's deliberate.
so fuck statistics, you're a mess.
"i need to tell you something" the voice brings you back to the moment, watching as he sets down a plate full of gooey cookies right by the glass of wine he poured you earlier "i'm a fraude. i actually can't bake to save my life" his face is full of guilt as he drops down on the fluffy carpet, the fabric of his trousers raising goosebumps on the exposed skin of your thighs. "if you said you wanted dinner, that i could work with. dessert...brought out the worst in me, i'm afraid" you're trying not to laugh at the man's proneness to the dramatics when he breaks one of the warm sweets in half, practically moaning around the first bite "worth it. so fucking worth it, yn"
"what did you do? these look amazing" it's chocolate ones, big and melting, your favorite kind.
"asked otis to take a pic of the box last time you got 'em from your favorite place"
"really?"
"i'm a terrible father, i know. in my defense, i did try making a batch before i resorted to cheating with help from my child, i promise you"
"jason! you didn't need to do that. we could have gone for ice-cream or something, that'd be just fine" the thought of him trying and failing to make you your favorite food was all too endearing, sweet and amusing to the same degree.
"you're picturing it right now, aren't you? it wasn't pretty, yn. smoke detectors went off, yet the things were still raw on the inside? i mean, how?" his body turned to you, knees bumping while your eyes trailed the way his long fingers broke bits and pieces of chocolate to bring it to his mouth. "these on the other hand..." you felt caught by the grin spreading over the man's face, so you took a bite too.
"fuck me!" the words rang in your ears a second too late to be taken back. if this wasn't the only thing that made it better somedays– you foresaw a long trip to john's in the near future, always one to drown your sorrows in sweets rather than the often sour taste of alcohol – you'd be cursing the place with more fervor right now.
"see, i had a feeling ice-cream wasn't gonna get me that" you felt yourself warm up when the guy winked at you, voice dropping an octave.
"i hate you" from the way he was still staring, he didn't believe your words for a second: sometimes it was good being a terrible liar, after all. "i'll have you know that the right ice-cream could get you this"
"really? where can i find it? for future reference, i mean"
"you'll be the first to know when i have it locked in. jury's still out" you snook in a little taste from different shops every time you had his babies, but he didn't need the details. if anyone was aware of how hard some days could be, it was him. the media frenzy seemed to get worse every week, not that you were keeping track (you definitely were. it was hard not to, harder once you got to know them)
"i'll be waiting"
was it possible to go through the whole spectrum of emotions in just a few hours? it had always been a silly type of question for you. you felt everything so deeply that switching up was never that easy, but, with some comedy playing on the tv, the nerves cursing through you were far different from the ones earlier: now, sprawled out on his carpet, the knowledge that jase was pressed up close didn't freak you out, it made you relaxed, even if were painfully aware of every little touch, every accidental nudge when laughter made his body shake, head resting on a Frozen themed pillow. you were surrounded by the man: the heat from his body, his scent, the way he pulled you back every time you started to drift away a few inches
you were almost drowning in him, yet all it seemed to do was make matters worse. you should've guessed it: if not for anything else, for the way your stupid heart picked up it's pace whenever you managed to make him laugh over the time you'd known him, the way every weird little thing you learned by being around seemed important. it would never be enough, not when it came to this man, would it?
"i...think i should go" before you got sucked in any deeper.
"wha' happened?" he sat up when you did, back pressed to the couch, eyebrows scrunching together as his mind played back the last couple hours. what had he done wrong? "yn. hey, what's it? was it me? did i do something?"
"no! jason, no. it's fine. you were wonderful" this felt all too easy, was the thing. nothing happened, you hadn't even kissed yet, but here you were, all in your head, getting carried away to some point in the future where this was some sort of routine to your days. stupid. it might feel easy, but it wasn't. it wouldn't be, not out of your naive fantasies, anyway. your phone was on top of the centerpiece, your purse hanging from the coat hack down the hall. good.
"you're running off like the house's on fire, sweetheart. i can't be that good" his laugh was humorless, his eyes earnest as he moved slowly, intertwining your fingers. "i'm sorry"
that did it. the way he was so quick to apologize for something that he didn't even know what was broke you.
"is it okay if i kiss you?" it wasn't much more than a whisper, all the bravado you had melting away when he didn't look away, nodding his head.
"only if you want to" this whole exchange was just short of giving you both whiplash, yet it was better do something insane than it was to just leave. if you kissed him, you would have that. even when he inevitably decided not to see you again. you would know what it felt like. "do you?" it felt like deja vu but it wasn't, his fingers caressing your cheek, the hold steady but gentle, like he knew you needed that point of contact as you brought yourself closer.
he tasted sweet, warm, the kiss tentative, each drag of your mouths together making a shiver run down your spine. for a moment it didn't go any further, then his lips parted a bit and you pushed yourself more into his space, tongue darting out as strong hands rumpled the material of your dress while yours pulled at the hair on the back of his head
one second you were awkwardly kneeling on the floor, trying to breathe and kiss and commit every second of this to memory, the next he was pulling you into him. onto him. like he wanted this as much you did, the scruff from a couple days without shaving causing you to moan into his ear whenever jason drew back to let you breathe, his mouth never leaving you, just diving down to your neck, your collarbone, any patch of skin he could reach without having to let you go before he came back up for more.
"off!" you're sure there's an ebb to be made about all those freaking layers but the one word is all you manage as you pull on the green hoodie he chose for the night, grinning when its out of your way, his sly smile morphing into something darker as you grind yourself into the man's lap, just a bit, seeking friction. he's hard under you, tense, like's he's trying to figure out how far he can take this tonight, how far you want him to. "jas..." whatever was about to follow that whisper of his name gets cut off by the harsh sound of his doorbell.
"fuck's sake" it's a deep groan, head flexing back to look at the ceiling, nervous laugh bubbling in your throat when his hold goes stronger for a second "a fucker, whoever that is. can you please get that?"
"gotta let me up first, sir" seems like a conscious effort to ease his grip, your legs a bit wobbly when you stand up, trying to reorient yourself with arousal burning deep in your veins.
if your knees were unsteady as you walked to the door, he didn't need to know.
"is jason home?" that voice is a like a bucket of icy water over your head, eyes blinking fast at the porch light glow illuminating harsh green eyes raking through you.
olivia. olivia is here. shit.
"yeah, he's..." she pushes you out of the way then, carrying a sleeping daisy in her arms through the hall, otis holding onto the back of her coat til he spots you.
"YN!" his voice is loud and excited, body crashing into yours in a tight grasp "did you know we were coming home?"
if only it was that simple, little guy.
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softhairedhotch · 10 months
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i'm obsessed with ted lasso rn and i'm in the process of writing a multi-chapter ted x male reader fic but for now here's a ted x trans male reader smut fic <3 ted lasso x trans masc reader warnings/content: smut so 18+ please, loving sex, eating out/cunnilingus, blow jobs, cum eating, orgasms, facial hair, stubble burn, facial hair kink, shaving of said facial hair (that's not the kinky part lol), established relationship, kissing and smooching and shoulder kisses and all that cute stuff <3 word count: 3k also on ao3!
stubble burn
You woke up to Ted nuzzling his face into your neck, a soft hum falling from his lips and vibrating against your skin. Smiling, you pressed a kiss to his cheek and whispered a good morning that felt rough against your throat. He smiled back and pressed a soft kiss to your neck and you wrapped your arms tighter around him, holding him closer as you tried to rid yourself of the tiredness that lay thick in your brain. Ted hummed again, tilting his head so that his neck slotted against yours perfectly, and you felt a buzz of excitement course through you at the feel of a stubble brushing against your skin.
Pulling him back gently by his hair, you blinked the sleep out of your eyes and admired him with a gentle smile. He raised an eyebrow as his hands slid down over your bare waist and he propped himself up on an elbow, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips and nose as he did so. Your hands slid up to cup his face and your fingers trailed over his jaw and cheekbones, memorising the placement of each stray hair that caressed his face. 
His moustache was still prominent on his face, defining his features in the way you loved, but the small stubble that shaped his jaw was something you’d never seen before and you felt your breath catch in your throat at the sight. You hadn’t been with Ted long enough to see the wonders of all his facial hair and so the stubble bought something out in you, something that made you want to stay in that moment forever.
You pressed a kiss to his chin, a gentle one that made his face light up, before trailing up the right side of his jaw and stopping short of his earlobe. You did the same on the other side, the pads of your thumbs still brushing over his cheeks as you admired him. 
Flicking your eyes up to meet his, you saw how soft and appreciative he looked staring back. “Well good mornin’ to you, too, sweetheart,” he drawled, voice thick with sleep and love. “What did I do to deserve this?”
“You got a lil bit of stubble,” you whispered back, eyes dropping down to admire his face again as you tapped a knuckle against his jaw to emphasise your point. “Right there.”
The hand he had rubbing soft circles over your stomach came up to rub at his own face and he sighed. “Aw, heck. Gotta go sort this out before work.” 
“Hm,” was all you could respond with as you pressed a few more kisses over his cheekbones before finding your way back to his lips. His moustache brushed against your top lip and nose and you giggled into the kiss, pulling him closer and letting your hands wander over his face, mind reeling.
“What?” He asked, pulling back with a smirk. “You like the look?” 
“Love it,” you whispered, breathlessly. “Love a good stubble.”
“Yeah?” 
“Yeah.”
He smiled wide and pecked your lips, moving so that he was settling over you with his legs between yours and his hands on either side of your head. His lips trailed down to your neck and he gave you a few gentle bites, not enough to leave a mark or even hurt but just enough to make you laugh and wrap your arms tightly around him. Trailing down further, his mouth found your collarbone and he pressed a hot open-mouthed kiss before humming and rubbing his cheek over your skin, smiling as you shivered and pushed your hands into his messy hair.
His lips quickly found your chest and he gave each nipple an equal amount of love, teasing his stubbled chin over your skin as he switched between them. You tightened your grip on his hair and he let out an appreciative moan against you that had you arching off the bed with a gasp. “Jesus,” you whispered, eyes dropping closed as he scraped his teeth over your sensitive nipple. “That’s good.”
“Just call me Ted,” he whispered back, smiling in amusement when you groaned at his joke before taking your other nipple back into his mouth and humming as if he hadn’t just cracked a silly joke moments before.
“You’re lucky I love you,” you laughed before gasping at the feel of his stubble trailing down your stomach, his mouth pressing gentle kisses as he moved lower and lower until your boxers blocked his path. “So lucky.”
“Trust me, darlin’,” he said with a smile, licking a stripe over your happy trail as he hooked his fingers under the hem of your boxers and pulled them down over your legs, “I know. Luckiest man alive, I am.”
“Alright, Yoda,” you laughed, pushing his face away slightly before pulling it back and running your fingers over his jaw with a desperate sigh. “You’re gonna have to shave this off, aren’t you?” 
“Mhm. Sorry, sweetheart.”
“It’s okay,” you shrugged, unable to tear your eyes away from him as he settled between your legs and smiled up at you as if he weren’t driving you crazy. His hands slid over the outside of your upper thighs as he teased his chin and jaw between them. It felt great, the slight burn of his stubble making your hands shake as you tangled your hands back into his hair. “Guess you’re just gonna have to make it up to me.”
“Guess I do,” he whispered, his breath fanning against your thigh. “Hm, you look so beautiful like this.”
You flushed but before you could say anything, he was already going to town. His tongue slid over your cock with ease and he took it into his mouth, gently sucking over it in a way that tore a loud strangled moan from your throat. He hummed over you and you bucked your hips into his mouth, tugging on his hair to pull him closer. Without hesitation, his hands slid beneath you and rested against your ass to hold you up against him, his eyes dropping peacefully shut as he sucked and licked passionately.
He pulled back when you let out a pained gasp and he knew that meant you’d become too sensitive. His mouth left a trail of hot kisses over your thighs and hips as you calmed down, dropping back against the bed as you struggled to catch your breath. He gave you a few moments, his hand running up and down your stomach and chest lovingly, before a smirk erupted on his face and the rough pads of his thick fingers slid over one of your nipples and his tongue dipped inside you.
“Fuck,” you shouted before clamping a hand over your mouth and leaving your next words muffled. “Fuck, oh god, oh shit.”
“Don’t cover those pretty lil sounds, darlin’,” Ted whispered against you, the vibrations of his voice making you gasp. “Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
Pulling your hand away from your mouth, you let anything that came to mind fall off your lips for him to hear. It was a mix of unintelligible praise, rough expletives, loud moans and needy whimpers. He hummed against you appreciatively and you thought you might cry at how good you felt. It was as good as always–he always knew exactly what to do–but having his fresh stubble thrown in the mix had you losing your mind in ways you didn’t know was possible. 
It rubbed against your inner thighs as you clamped your legs around his head and you could feel the hairs on his chin run over your entrance as he pushed even closer. Before you knew it, stars were blinding your vision and you were screaming loud enough for the woman who lived upstairs to bang aggressively against the floorboards. Ted licked and sucked you through your orgasm, his hands holding you gently but firmly against himself so that you couldn’t wiggle away until he’d cleaned you up completely. 
Once he was done, he pulled back with a cocky yet loving smile and you couldn’t help but smile back as you tugged him up for a kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips and you tangled your hands back into his hair, gently yanking on the strands and receiving a small whine in response. It turned you on even more and you wanted nothing more than to beg for him to fuck you but he pulled away before you could say anything. 
“Sorry, honey,” he whispered with a pout as you reached for him. “I really gotta go shave or else I’ma be late to work.” He pressed another kiss to your lips, this time softer, before standing and grabbing you a clean pair of boxers from his drawer and throwing them toward you with a smirk. “You can join me in the bathroom if ya want.”
You smirked back and followed him into the bathroom, sitting down on the closed seat of the toilet as Ted cleaned his hands and face. He was thorough with it, making sure everything was perfectly clean, before grabbing the shaving cream from the cupboard and squirting it onto his hand. “Wait,” you rushed out, standing so that you were face-to-face. “Lemme look at you one more time.”
“Trust me, sweetheart, you’re gonna see me like this plenty more times now I know how you feel about it,” he laughed, but let you take his face in your hands anyway. You smiled at him and dotted a few gentle kisses over his jaw and lips before pulling back and wrapping your arms around him from behind. “God, I love you.”
“I love you more.”
He lathered the shaving cream onto his cheeks. “Impossible.”
“Whatever you say.”
Ted’s bare skin was warm against you and you held him closer, squeezing your arms around his soft middle and smiling when you felt his deep chuckle vibrate against you. It was times like these that you cherished immensely in the relationship. Times when you could just be together even in mundane moments. 
You could hear Ted shave away the stubble you loved so much and you hummed against him, a tune he easily picked up and hummed along with. You began peppering kisses over his skin and he released a soft sigh, relaxing against you easily as he ran the razor over his cheek. Your lips trailed over to the edge of his shoulder and you nuzzled your face against his arm with a soft smile before your eyes landed on the tent in his boxers. 
With a smirk, you glanced back up at Ted in the mirror–too focused on his task to see your mischievous look–before sliding down to your knees. You brushed your hand over his clothed cock and he gasped, his right hand dropping down to rest on the sink. 
“Sweetheart…” he whispered, closing his eyes shut for a moment as he tried to catch his breath. “I’m tryna shave here.”
“Want me to stop?” You asked, running your fingertips over the hem of his boxers teasingly before tugging them down slowly and letting his cock spring free. You sucked lazily over the tip and smiled to yourself when his breathing noticeably picked up. “Because I can stop. Just tell me to stop and I will.”
“Aw, heck.” His voice was shaky and he sounded desperate. Needy. “Don’t stop. Please.”
You took him into your mouth without hesitation, slowly pushing down and taking as much of him as you could. He was big, something he often disputed with a blush and an embarrassed chuckle, and he was thick. You couldn’t take all of him in your mouth and so you wrapped a fist around the base of his cock and started a slow pace that matched the movements of your lips and tongue. 
Ted groaned, loud and carefree and oh so beautiful. The sound ignited something deep in your core and you moaned around him, sending his hand flying from the sink and into your hair as he jerked against you. The tip of his cock bounced against the back of your throat and you gagged, pulling off him with a trail of spit dripping down your chin and onto your thighs that were squeezed tightly together. 
“That feel good, Ted?” 
“Yes,” he mumbled, voice hoarse. “God, yes.”
You smiled up at him with a mixture of love and lust and adoration written across your face before taking him back into your mouth. It was easy to slide your tongue over the thick vein that ran across the bottom of his cock and it was even easier to tease your fingers over his balls the way you knew he liked. Ted grunted and you took him deeper into your mouth, swallowing around him.
Almost immediately, he jolted and tugged hard at your hair, sliding you off his cock with ease and pushing your face against his hip. The strength of his hold made you gasp against him, catching your breath as he cursed softly above you. "I ain't saying that don't feel great, darlin', but I'm getting mighty close to finishing up on both our faces ‘ere so it'll be nice if you jus’ give me a second to finish shavin’ first. Don't want the fellas to be askin' any questions about a cut on my face, yeah?" 
You hummed against his thigh and placed a hot open-mouthed kiss against his flushed skin. And then you pressed another. And another. He let out a small breathy moan, almost a whimper, and the hand you had resting against his knee trailed up to rest over his hip bone. You dotted kisses up beside your hand before travelling up to his stomach and licking over his happy trail with a small smirk. 
He sighed, deep and heavy and needy, but said nothing as he held your head against his soft warm stomach. The heat between your own legs was almost overwhelming and you squeezed your thighs even tighter together as you let out your own heavy and needy sigh. There was a soft buzz in your brain as you teased over his hot skin and your body felt like it was on fire.
Finally, after what felt like forever, Ted placed his razor against the sink and let out a satisfied hum as he examined his face. You knew what that meant immediately and before he could even think to verbalise it, your tongue flicked over his hip bone and trailed down over the base of his cock to the tip all in one swift motion. He hummed again, louder and more forced, and the razor clattered against the inside of the sink as his hands tightened in your hair. Wasting no time, you took him as deep in your mouth as you could, hollowing your cheeks and moaning around him when he tugged hard at your hair. 
He let out a deep guttural moan and squeezed his eyes shut. "So good," he whispered, dropping his head to look down at you with hooded eyes. His tongue flicked out from beneath his moustache and ran over his bottom lip and the flash of pink had you clenching your thighs together even tighter on the cold tile floor. "So fucking good." 
Ted hardly ever swore and the use of the word had you sliding your hands over his hips and tugging him even closer, letting the tip of his cock brush the back of your throat. It made you gag around him but you pushed on, knowing that it’d drive him positively crazy to be so deep in your mouth. He moaned even louder than before and dropped his head back, exposing his thick flushed neck and you could see his Adam’s apple bob seductively as he gasped and swallowed around a stream of unintelligible praise. 
Once he was settled as far as he could in your mouth, his heaving stomach pressed against your forehead and the hairs at the base of his cock tickling your nose, you swallowed around him. The response was immediate: he gasped, his stomach sucking in almost all the way until you couldn't feel it against you anymore and you were able to tilt your head even closer, and then his come was flying down your throat. 
Looking up at him, you could see how his head fell back even further, his forearms tensing beautifully, and his chest flushed a bright red. There was a trail of drool inching its way down over his chin and you moaned as you pulled off of him, gasping as you tried to catch your breath. His hand gently smoothed over your hair even when the rest of his body jerked and jolted as he came down from his high. 
"Hm," he mumbled. "Holy moly, mother of God." His head dropped back down and he moved so that his hands were gripping the edge of the sink, his body looming over you as he smiled at you with a fucked-out glazed look. "Don't think I've ever felt like that before." 
"Really?" 
"Yeah," he whispered, voice cracking. A hand came back to cup your face gently and his thumb swiped up a drop of his come that was sliding down your jaw. He collected it and pushed his thumb inside your mouth. "I'm so lucky to have you." 
You moaned as you sucked on his thumb, cleaning it off completely when you saw the look in his eye. "I'm luckier to have you." 
"Nuh-uh." He pulled you up so that you were finally standing and pulled you in for a hug, his hands gently sliding over your back. "I'm definitely the luckiest one here."
"Wrong."
He laughed and pulled back just enough to see your face. "You're wrong, sorry." His lips captured yours and what was meant to be a sweet kiss turned into another passionate, mind-blowing make-out session. "Gosh darn it," he chuckled, his lips trailing down from yours to your neck and collarbone. "Guess I better tell Beard-O I'ma be late to work after all."
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Requests: Waaaaiiiiitttt can I ask for getting ready for an event with Jason and him watching you do make up??? Fluff orrr smut orrrrrrrr both you're in charge lol /// ............did I hear getting ready with Jason? Possibly smut? 👀🥵Because I'm just throwing fluffy and affectionate smut sitting on the bathroom counter out there........but honestly I'll read anything I'm foaming at the mouth because we're being fed with content lately
Description: While getting ready for the 2022 Emmy's, Jason helps you do your makeup and that leads to the two of you getting a bit...distracted.
Warnings: Smut, oral (m and f receiving), mentions of O*ivia
Pairing: Jason Sudeikis x reader
Word Count: 2.5k
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Retying your towel’s knot, you let out a frustrated groan, it had slid down god knows how many times, and you just didn’t have the time for it. Walking into the bathroom and leaning against the door frame, Jason watched you with an amused smile. With his top two buttons undone and his hair loose with no product, he couldn’t help his eyes from raking up and down your body, “You know, I’m sure it would be easier if you just the towel fall, didn’t worry about it at all.” 
You turn to the cheeky man, a small smirk on your face paired with a quirked eyebrow, “Oh, would that be easier? Are you sure that wouldn’t bother you too much? I don’t want to bother you before your big night or anything.” Jason’s amused smile turned into a smirk as he jokingly contemplated your questions, “I mean, I can take one for the team. If I must.”
Shaking your head at him with a laugh, you turn back to the mirror, checking to make sure your foundation was even. You didn’t want your face to look too cakey, especially since it would be the talk of Twitter and Instagram the next day. You didn’t need your bad makeup decisions to take the attention away from Jason’s Emmy wins. Though he refused to entertain the thought of him winning once again instead of one of the other nominees, you knew he would be taking home the award for “Outstanding Lead Actor in a Comedy Series” that evening.
Moving to sit on the edge of the bathtub centered in the hotel’s bathroom, Jason watched you put on your concealer and highlighter, having no clue what either of them truly did but perfectly content admiring your beauty and concentration. Olivia never really liked Jason around when she was getting ready, she felt like there was no reason for it, that he would just distract her. Not that she had much to be distracted from though, she always had a glam squad getting her ready and needed every single thing about her appearance to be perfect. 
You, on the other hand, absolutely refused a glam squad when Jason offered to hire one for your first award show together. “What, Jason, no, I don’t need all that. I can get myself ready, I’d rather spend the afternoon together just the two of us before an evening of excitement and partying.” Of course, Jason had his own glam squad for major events, but that consisted of one hair stylist and his assistant dropping off his outfit. While a glam squad for you would consist of hours of preparation until leaving for the red carpet, his lasted only about 30 minutes and was done two hours before your departure.
Jason watching you put on your makeup had now become some sort of a tradition before premieres and award shows. When you two had the kids with you, Daisy and Otis would have fun with you doing their makeup too, going out and getting fun eyeshadows and lip glosses once you found out how much they enjoyed it. Even though he had watched your process numerous times, he became nervous every time you brought out the eyelash curler. Watching you do your left eye, he nervously fidgeted with his fingers, what if you poked your eye out? What if you pulled out all of your eyelashes and then were in a bunch of pain? He couldn’t handle the thought of you in pain. 
Meeting his gaze in the mirror, you turned to face him when noticing his nervous expression, taking the curler off after 10 seconds. “Jason, you okay?” Gulping as he nodded, he rubbed the back of his head, “Yeah, I just always get nervous when you use that thing. It looks like a torture device.” Chuckling, you move close to him, standing in between his legs as you offer the curler to him, “Here, you do my other one. You’ll see there’s nothing to worry about.”
Jason widens his eyes at you, taking the metal piece into his hand as you adjust your position, straddling one of his thighs and placing both feet on the ground to balance yourself, you certainly didn’t need any accidents while he held something so close to your eyes. Sliding up his thigh, you close the gap between you two, Jason placing his free hand on your hip to steady you, “Are you sure? What if I hurt you?” Smiling at his worry, you kiss the tip of his nose to reassure him, “You won’t, I promise.”
You close your eyes as he nods apprehensively, opening up the curler and closing it on your lashes. He lets out a deep breath, you were right, he wasn’t hurting you. You show him a small smile, the two of you sharing the same air with how close you are. Opening the curler and taking it away from your face, you open your eyes, realizing just how close the two of you are. Before you can make a teasing comment or kiss him, your towel begins to fall down again. Adjusting the towel so it stays up, you wiggle a bit on Jason’s upper thigh, a movement that elicits a deep growl from the man, “Y/N. Stop that.” You look up at him with a confused expression before noticing the dark look in his eyes. “Oh, okay.” Looking at the clock on the wall, you realize you have twenty minutes before you have to leave. “Jas, we don’t have enough time.” Glancing back at the clock and realizing the same thing you did, he turns to you with a smirk on his face, “I’m fine with being late.”
Sliding you off his leg, Jason stands up and backs you toward the bathroom counter, picking you up and placing you in between the two sinks. Leaning forward to kiss you passionately, Jason grips your hips tightly, biting on your bottom lip so that you’ll grant him access. You explore each other’s mouths which serves as a distraction while Jason pulls at the knot, the towel falling off your body.
Moving from your lips to your neck, Jason leaves small bites and licks, having to refrain from leaving love marks. He continues down, placing light kisses around your nipple before sucking the nub into his mouth, biting it to bring out your whimpers that he loves so much. Switching to your other breast, he leaves numerous bites and bruises, glad that he can at least mark you as his on that part of your body, even if no one will see it.
Kneeling onto the ground, Jason pulls your hips forward, placing you on the edge of the counter so that he can have the best access to make you feel good. Seeing that you were beginning to drip with arousal, Jason smiles brightly, pleased to know that he affects you just as much as you affect him. He kisses up your thighs, sucking bruises into the skin, wanting you to look in to mirror the next day and remember where his head was on his journey to paradise.
You whine, wrapping your legs around his head to lock him in place, tugging on his hair in desperation, “Jason, please…” Looking up at you, he is blown away by how gorgeous you look from the angle, your eyes closed tightly in anticipation, your chest heaving up and down quickly as you try to catch your breath. He places one more kiss on your inner thigh before placing a light kiss on your clit, causing you to let out a small moan. He places one hand on your hip and the other on your outer thigh, rubbing circles into your skin as he dives into your core, licking soft stripes between your folds. He curls his tongue in, exploring as deep as he can before coming back to the surface, sucking your clit into his mouth before he runs his teeth over the sensitive nub, bringing out a moan from deep in your throat.
He groans at the sound you make, wishing nothing more than to be inside you but knowing you don’t have the time. He focuses back on your core, drinking it in like it's a cool iced tea on a hot summer day. His feverish licks cause his mustache to rub against your clit, the bristly ends of the hair overstimulating you, “J-Jas, I’m close.” 
Jason hums contently, wanting to taste you on his tongue but also wanting to bring you to that bliss, wanting to please you as much as he can. He continues the rhythm he has going, inching forward so that his tongue can reach even deeper, the point of his nose rocking against your clit as you begin to rut against his face. Letting out gasps, you tug at his hair while your vision turns white, your legs shaking as Jason enjoys his meal, lapping up every last drop. 
As you catch your breath, Jason rises back to his feet, giving you a kiss on the forehead as he rubs your lower back, “You’re always such a good girl for me, baby. It’s nice to know you’ll listen to me. Always make me proud.” Leaning up, you press a kiss to the underside of his chin, missing the feeling of his scruff after the hair stylist cleaned him up earlier. “Can I show you just how good of a girl I am?”
He glances down at his watch, you have 10 minutes before you are supposed to be down at the town car, but who was he to let down his sweet girl, “I’d love that, beautiful.” You slide off the counter, your legs feeling a bit shaky though you quickly gain your balance. Pushing him back, Jason now stands in front of the bathtub, watching you fondly as you unzip his pants and slide down both of his bottom layers in one motion, not wasting any time. At your direction, he sits on the edge of the tub, your roles reversed from a minute ago as you now kneel on the floor. You take his cock into your hands, squeezing it lightly as Jason mewls at you barely touching it, “Gonna take care of you bubs, gonna start your celebration now.” Leaning forward, you lick at his tip before taking him in your mouth, causing a deep groan to leave Jason’s mouth as he throws his head back. 
You take as much of him as you can, your hands working the rest that you are unable to fit. Bobbing up and down, you hollow your cheeks as you attempt to find your rhythm, not used to doing it on your own. Normally, you and Jason both enjoy him holding your hair back and deciding your pace, fucking himself into your mouth, but with your hair done, there seemed to be an unspoken agreement that you would abstain from that this time. Going off of the volume of his moans, you stay at your current pace, using one of your hands to play with his balls, massaging them as your other hand worked the base of his dick. 
Jason gripped the side of the tub as much as he could, though the porcelain material didn't really allow for it. “I’m almost there baby, so close.” You grip his balls slightly, applying some pressure to them as you hollow your cheeks as much as you can, taking him even deeper to the point of you gagging until you feel him send ropes of cum down your throat. Once he has no more to give and is attempting to slow his heart, you pull off him, licking your lips before placing a kiss on his softening member before standing up. Jason pulls you into him, kissing you passionately as he places both hands on your ass, holding you as close as he possibly can.
You pull away, both of you catching your breath after the hot kiss, each of you able to taste yourself on the other’s lips. Stepping back, you look at the clock. You had five minutes before you should be leaving, meanwhile, your makeup and hair are done but you are completely naked and Jason’s hair needs fixing, his shirt needs buttoning, and his outfit is incomplete without his tie and jacket. You give him a quick kiss before hurrying to the bedroom, throwing on your underwear before unzipping the bag your dress hung in. Letting Jason buy you a dress to wear for your first event took convincing, you hated the idea of him spending money on you. But after years together and knowing you would be spending the rest of your lives together, you knew there was no point in fighting it, he wanted to spoil his girl.
Slipping on your dress, you look in the mirror, admiring the way the shade of red popped, happy with the choice you made a couple of weeks back. Reaching behind, you struggle to reach the zipper, unable to pull it up yourself. “Jason, can you come zip me up please?” Humming in response, Jason fixes the last piece of his hair, hoping he replicated how it looked earlier and that he wouldn’t get an angry text from his stylist when photos came out later that evening. He enters the room, letting out a whistle when he sees you, “Goddamn, I’m a lucky man.” You blush deeply, still responding like a schoolgirl when he compliments you, even after all this time. He stands behind you, pulling your zipper all the way up before placing a soft kiss to the back of your neck. You turn around, giving him a kiss in thanks before returning to the bathroom to put on your lipstick. When you enter the bedroom again, Jason is sitting on the edge of the bed with a buttoned shirt, perfect tie, and lint-free jacket.
“Hey, darling?” You hum in response, not looking up so that you can give your heels all of your attention, not wanting to fall over as you put them on, “You swear I’ll win tonight, right?” Secured in your shoes, you turn around to see him standing in between you and the door, his phone in one hand and your clutch in the other, “Yes, I do swear you’ll win.” He smiles brightly at your confidence in him, “Well then, if I win, can I choose my prize when we come back after?” You chuckle as you close the distance between you, even after having a quickie, Jason was already thinking about getting you in bed after the awards show. “Sure babe, you can choose your prize.”
He kisses you quickly before wrapping an arm around you, the two of you heading to the door before turning off the room lights, then making your way down the hallway. As you stand in the descending elevator, you pull your phone out of your clutch only to notice the time, “Shit, Jason, we’re late.” Jason glances at your phone, chuckling before kissing you on the temple as the doors open, “Totally worth it.”
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*nervous laughter* I read spanking and I read SNL devil from weekend update and ma'am I'm going to need you to combine those thoughts and elaborate for the class please and thank you 😈
AN: oops a passing suggestion in response to this ask turned into a smutfest who would have guessed (Everyone. Everyone would have guessed). Note: I don't actually know if you can watch SNL on airplane live TV so suspend your disbelief plz and thanks. Appreciate the patience and also everyone who played the WIP game it made this so fun!
Rating: Explicit
Tags: RPF, AFAB!reader, One-Shot, Smut, Porn with barely any plot, roleplay, spanking, General sexy things
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You tried your damndest to make it to 30 Rock to watch Jason host SNL, but after hours of flight delays, you knew it just wasn’t going to happen. You shed a few tears in the airport bathroom, but pulled yourself together, not wanting to be a burden on his big day. You knew how excited he was to be back on that stage, and you wanted to be there to support him however you could.
You both knew that you making it in time for filming was going to be a long shot to begin with—getting away from work was a challenge and it was a long flight. When you told him you had to try anyway as you purchased a ticket, he just smiled at you.
“You can support me from anywhere, baby, it’s okay.”
“I know, I know, but look, the flight isn’t even that expensive and I’ll get there with 2 hours to spare.”
Except with all the bad weather and cancellations you’d actually be getting there an hour after wrap. You were devastated as you sent him the message.
Y/N: Long delay and bad weather. About to board flight #2. I can make it to the wrap party if I go straight from the airport, I’m sorry baby!
Jason: Hey, it’s okay! Maybe you can watch it on live TV on the flight :)
Y/N: Of course I will!
Jason: One last dress rehearsal…
The last message Jason sent came with a picture of him in his Weekend Update devil outfit and he looked…good enough to eat. Red button-down shirt, tie, vest, and cape complete with horns and a pitchfork. The expression on his face was tired but happy, his hair a little messy since it was just rehearsal and you wanted to run your fingers through it. You wanted to grab him by his dumb little devil vest and kiss him senseless. You wanted him to fuck you with the horns still on.
You shifted in the uncomfortable airport chair, already feeling the heat between your thighs, and looked over your shoulder as if someone was going to catch you looking at porn instead of a very safe-for-work picture of your boyfriend. In fact, he was wearing MORE clothes than usual and he was hotter than ever.
Y/N: Fuck me.
Y/N: I can’t believe I’m missing Weekend Update Devil live!!
Y/N: That’s my favorite character of yours because you’re so fucking sexy in that outfit
Y/N: Oh boy would I like to
Jason: REALLY?
Jason: The Devil huh? Have you been…sinning lately?
You shifted again. Based on the way this conversation was headed, this was about to be a rather sticky and uncomfortable flight for you and you could already feel that itch of arousal within you begging for your attention.
Jason: Tell you what? How about I leave the wrap party a little early…and I’ll keep the costume on
Y/N: Dost thou tempt me, Devil?
Jason sent another picture. This time the tie was gone, the shirt was unbuttoned enough to see his chest hair, and the smile on his face was downright devilish. You groaned both at the picture and at the sound of you being called to board, and it took you a minute to get settled before you could reply.
Jason: Uh oh, what are you thinking right now?
Y/N: Currently? If I would I go to hell for masturbating in the plane bathroom
You chuckled, trying to think of something sexy to keep up the roleplay. It was easier when he was in front of you, but you knew he’d always be better at it considering the whole improv thing. It took you so long that by the time you hit send, you simultaneously received another message from him.
Jason: If you do, I’ll meet you there
Jason: I do run the place after all ;)
Jason had never spanked you before. The two of you had certainly explored some things, but that was one that you hadn’t broached with him yet. You cringed knowing there was no way he saw the message before he turned his phone off. Now you had to sit through the rest of the flight with damp panties, wondering when he would see it, how he’d react, and what the hell you’d be walking into once you got to the hotel. You listened to music to kill some time and try to calm your raging arousal, and then when it was on, you thanked your lucky stars and whoever the hell created the internet that you could watch SNL live from an airplane.
Y/N: And what would my punishment be, Mr. Prince of Darkness? At least a few lashings I hope?
Jason: Turning my phone off for the show, see you after <3
And then you saw the Parent-Teacher Conference.
Jason had told you he was kissing someone in a skit, but what you were looking at felt like softcore porn. You don’t even remember any jokes, just Jason’s lightly domineering tone and the way he dragged Ego Nwodim’s body toward him on the desk. You weren’t jealous at all. You were so turned on your whole body was pulsing with it, radiating out from your clit that was begging to be touched. You didn’t even realize until the commercial break that you were biting your lip so hard you could taste blood—it was a good thing though because if you weren’t you might have audibly moaned and how embarrassing would that have been?
You texted Jason in a stream of consciousness. You knew he couldn’t answer and that was part of the fun, but also this erotic energy had to go somewhere or you might really have to take it to the bathroom.
You locked your phone when the episode ended and stared out the window as if you could will the plan to get to Jason faster with erotic thoughts alone. You don’t know when you nodded off, but you woke up at the pilot’s announcement to buckle up for landing and a text from Jason:
Y/N: The Parent Teacher Conference ruined my life. I’m going to owe the airline money for ruining this seat.
YN: You’re so hot I can’t stand it. That was porn, Jason.
Y/N: Do you want to film a sex tape? No scratch that, you’re a celebrity that’s a terrible fucking idea
Y/N: …but do you?
Y/N: I’ll write I’ve been bad anywhere you want.
Y/N: Still keep the devil outfit on though
Y/N: Fuck I need you so badly Jason
Y/N: I am, and I cannot stress this enough, unbearably horny
Jason: I will leave this wrap party the minute you land. Gonna have to teach you a thing or two about making deals with the devil.
Y/N: Yes sir.
Jason: And you better not lay a finger on yourself before we see each other.
You shivered with anticipation and didn’t think twice about being the asshole that grabbed their carry-on and rushed down the aisle before anyone else. When anyone gave you a dirty look you just murmured, "connection," and in no time you were out of the airport and hailing a cab. If you adjusted how you sat specifically so the seam of your jeans pressed against you at every bump in the road and hard stop, well that was no one’s business but your own—and not technically against the rules. You arrived at Jason’s hotel, craving his touch like your body was on fire and he was cool water. You grabbed the key he left you at the front desk and when you let yourself into the room he was already there, reclining against the headboard with a glass of whiskey in one hand, in his devil outfit as promised.
You were already so worked up that just looking at him made you clench against nothing, and when you spoke you were surprised at how breathy you sounded.
“Hi, baby.”
Jason tilted his head at you but didn’t speak, a small smirk on his face. You set your bag on a chair near the door and moved to the side of the bed to lean down and kiss him, but he gently intercepted your face with a hand just under your jaw and your mouth fell open with a gasp. So that’s how we’re playing this, you thought gleefully. This close you could see he was clearly as affected as you were, his pants tight across the crotch, and you were more than a little pleased.
“Color?” It was the first word he’d spoken and his voice had a rasp to it from the show and talking loudly at the after-party you were sure.
“Green.”
“Good girl,” his hand was still holding your face as you leaned back away from him, but you shook your head no anyway.
“No? No. That’s right. Bad girl. You’ve been a’flirtin’ with the devil, hm?”
“Yes,” you responded, a near hiss. Both of you were still fully clothed and yet you felt seconds away from tipping over into ecstasy. Jason released his hand on your face and downed the rest of his drink before standing. You didn’t step back, so the two of you ended up so close his chest brushed against your already sensitive nipples—thank god you hadn’t worn a bra—and you whimpered at the barest of sensation. Jason looked you over quietly before unbuttoning your pants and sliding his hand into your underwear with no preamble. Your knees trembled and you whined as his middle finger slid over your clit with ease and then dipped inside you with zero resistance. You were absolutely drenched, but Jason moved slowly inside of you, toying with you instead of actually trying to make you cum.
He took hold of the back of your neck, drawing you into him tightly so his arm was pinned between your bodies and he could talk directly into your ear.
“You are absolutely dripping,” he punctuated the statement by pulling his finger out of you and driving two back in, hard, so you could hear the wet sound it made and you moaned. “You touched yourself when I told you not to, didn’t you?”
“No,” you responded, your eyes closed tightly, intoxicated by the smell of his cologne and the whiskey on his breath, the slippery feeling of him slowly fucking you with his fingers.
“Lying is a sin,” he murmured against the shell of your ear, “I should know.”
He slid his fingers out of you but didn’t release his hold on your neck, just moved to circling your clit. You weren’t sure how you were still hanging on, but you were trembling with ecstasy against him.
“You said not to lay a finger,” you choked out, “I didn’t use my fingers.”
Jason’s fingers stopped moving against your clit and he pulled you away just a hair so he could look at your face. You smirked at him and there was a sharp glint in his eye as he shook his head slightly, disapprovingly. You thought he might still go back to touching you, but instead, he removed his hand entirely and stepped away. You whipped around as he moved further from you, wanting to protest. You were so close you would get on your knees and beg for release if he wanted you to, but he just crossed his arms over his chest.
“Brat,” he said with light amusement, “strip.” You looked over at him, knew he’d be watching you closely, and when you pulled off your ruined underwear you saw him lick his lips. You stood in front of him, shivering more from intensity than temperature and he appraised you, palming himself over his pants as he did.
“What could a pretty little thing like you possibly have done to get sent to a devil like me?”
You smirked at him, amazed at how he still managed to be sweet even in scenes like this, even when you were being a brat. You reached for him and he moved to block your hand but you dodged him.
“No touching,” he growled and you playfully ignored him, hooking a finger in his belt loop to hold him still before going for the red pen he always kept in his pocket.
“Oh there’s plenty of naughty, sinful things I’ve done,” you responded as you clicked open the pen and began drawing hearts on the exposed skin of Jason’s hands and neck. He was maintaining his you're in trouble demeanor but you could feel his breath hitch when you made contact with him and he never stopped your doodling. “But I think what’s more important here is what I’m going to do.” You looked at him with your sweetest expression, before taking the pen to your own forearm and writing, I’ve been bad.
Jason groaned as he read it, grabbing you tightly by the hips and turning you towards the bed. You knew from experience that he could get so overcome by the excitement of a scene that looking at your face only made him want to stop roleplaying and fuck you into the nearest mattress. Sometimes you let him. But today you wanted to see this through.
“Color,” you asked, and he sighed because he knew that you knew it was getting harder for him to stay in it.
“It’ll be green when you lie down and take your punishment,” he said low in your ear and you shuddered at the feeling of his breath on your neck.
You did as he said, expecting the bed to dip next to you with the weight of him, but when you turned your head to look he was unbuttoning his cuffs and slowly rolling up his sleeves. He caught your eye and smirked.
“You know what they say, when a man hurries, the devil smiles,” he said with a small shrug and you groaned knowing how far he could drag this out. “Now,” he said, his voice full of authority, “I think you deserve, oh, about 10 smacks for being downright terrible on the airplane, and a brat with me just now, how does that sound?”
“Yes, sir.”
“But since you’re so keen on making deals…” He trailed off and you looked at him as he approached you and swept a hand down the length of your body, squeezing your ass to draw out a moan. “If you come only from being spanked we’ll stop there.”
“Yes, sir.”
Jason brought his hand down against the left side of your bottom and you cried out at the sharp sting of it, immediately followed by the warmth of pleasure. You could feel the slickness of your pussy spreading to your inner thighs. You didn’t know if you’d ever been this wet in your life but you still weren’t sure if you could actually come like this. It hurt, god it hurt, but you liked the tingling pain of it and the way that Jason couldn’t help but rub his hands over you after each slap.
It was swat number 7 that landed just a little too low, catching your inner thigh with just enough force that the vibration went straight to your clit. Before you could say anything, you were crying out in ecstasy, your pussy spasming against nothing and your face pressed hard into the pillow. When you came back down to earth, Jason was looking at you in awe and you wiped a stray tear from your face as you tried to catch your breath, the duvet beneath you damp against your thighs as you shifted slightly.
“Color,” Jason asked, his voice thick with a mix of concern and desire.
“Green. So green,” you sighed.
“I’m yellow,” he responded and you looked at him confused. “I need to touch you. Like, I NEED it. I need to love on you. I need…,” he palmed himself again and he was rambling slightly but you understood. He needed to touch you as himself. He needed to be boyfriend Jason making you feel good. The scene was incredibly fun and you could absolutely revisit it, but you certainly wouldn’t deny him that.
“Yes, baby, yes you can touch me,” you responded affectionately and he wasted no time stepping closer to the bed again and spreading your legs apart, sliding two fingers inside of you as you remained on your stomach, kissing the red marks he had left on you as he did.
“Jesus fuck you’re so wet, you feel so fucking good, god I missed you.” Every word of praise drew a high-pitched whimper out of you as he drove his fingers in and out. All you could hear was his voice and the lewd smack of him fucking into you as he added a third finger and curled them against your inner walls.
You snapped into your release with a wail of, "fuck, Jason" and he bit down on your thigh, which only heightened your peak. He slid his long, lithe fingers out of you as you caught your breath and he finally started undressing himself, losing the tie and vest first before working on his shirt buttons. You came out of your orgasm-induced haze enough to sit up and help with the pants, kissing across the soft expanse of his belly as you did. You had just freed him from the confines of his boxer briefs when you caught him reaching up to remove the horns from his head.
“Wait,” you said with a sly expression. “Leave them on. Please.”
He laughed and obliged, dropping his hands to his sides and you rewarded him with a long lick up the underside of his leaking cock. His sharp intake of breath and the way he twitched in your hand made you want to do it again, but you knew after the night you both had already had, he wouldn’t last long and you had already come so hard—twice—that you felt like you only had one more in you before you tapped out. You wouldn’t prolong the main event by lowering your mouth on him and hollowing your cheeks like you really wanted to. Instead, you took his hand and tugged him over you.
You guided him towards your entrance as he braced his arms near your shoulder and couldn’t help but glide the head of him against your clit, relishing in the sparks it created low in your abdomen.
“You know the devil works hard, but I think you’re harder,” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows up at him, and he groaned both at the pressure of your hand and your terrible joke.
“You know what, just for that,” he trailed off but finished his sentence by driving into you and filling you up in one swift stroke. He held one of your legs up as he entered you and even after two orgasms the stretch of him was deliciously rewarding. He kept a steady pace to work you up again, dropping his head to your chest to suck at your hardened nipples and nip at your collarbone, the plastic horns scratching under your chin. You brought his head up for a passionate kiss, all tongue and motion and heavy breathing. He returned to toying with your nipples, alternating sucking with quick licks that matched the rhythm of his hips as he picked up his pace.
“Fuck baby, you feel so good,” you praised him, knowing how much he loved hearing you. “You’re so fucking good. I love the way you fuck me.” Each thrust made the sheets brush against your still-stinging backside which only heightened the sensations.
You held his mouth to your chest with a hand on the back of his neck not wanting him to stop the tantalizing sensation of his tongue on you. You had just enough presence of mind to get your other hand between your bodies to rub your clit, helping to put you over the edge yet again. “That’s right, Y/N. Just like that. Come for me, beautiful.” Your walls fluttered and squeezed against Jason as you cried out and he drove into you faster still, his rhythm starting to stutter. After a few more thrusts he spilled inside you, dropping his forehead damp with sweat to the crook of your neck.
You felt the heaving of his chest slow as he calmed down and you stroked your hand mindlessly through this thick brown hair, tracing his gray temples affectionately. “We are going to have to put the devil in the rotation,” he grunted into your neck and you chuckled. “You have no idea how many times I almost lost it in my pants just looking at you. I think you might actually be the devil in disguise,” you wrinkled your nose at his corny joke but it was no worse than yours had been mid-fuck so you couldn’t help but laugh.
“Come on, we need to shower and I need to hear everything I missed by not making it in time.” He rolled to your side and you sat up, swinging your legs over the side of the hotel bed and tugging him with you toward the bathroom.
“Hey, don’t beat yourself up about it, you watched! And I know you watched because I saw your text message about the parent-teacher conference in front of Ego at the wrap party and I turned so red she asked if I was having an allergic reaction to something.”
You laughed, pulling him into the hot shower with you, trading lazy kisses as you washed each other.
You tucked yourself into his side back in bed, naked, sated, and sore, and he kissed your forehead and turned out the lamp. You were just drifting off when he spoke again.
“Yes, to the sex tape by the way. Terrible idea. But absolutely yes.”
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A STUDY IN YOU, chapter seven
August 30th, 2018
When you approached your supervisor at NBC about Jason’s invite, you were sure it was a reach. After only a few weeks at the internship and an awkward first impression when you almost tripped up a flight of stairs, you didn’t expect Maggie to go for it. 
She’d nodded thoughtfully, said she’d get back to you after a conversation with her boss, and didn’t bring it up for another week. But then she gave you the green light. 
Graduate Interns had rotations on various script development teams anyway, and if you wanted to forgo rotating and stick it out with Jason’s team, Maggie said that was your decision. No application necessary, but also no pay. 
So after introducing them via email and wondering what Jason had been up to all summer, you smoothed out your t-shirt before you knocked on an open door frame.
“Hi,” you greeted, watched as he looked up from his computer at a conference table in midtown. 
“Hey,” he smiled a little when he looked up. “How are you?”
“Good,” you smiled. “Fancy seeing you here.”
He laughed a little at that, your heart thumped when it sounded familiar.
“Wow—” he looked you up and down, a playful smile paired with a serious tone. “Surprised I made it a whole few months without a panicked email!”
“If I recall—I’ve panicked to you in person more than over email,” you defended, a quiet laugh when you crossed your arms over your chest. 
“Oh, right,” he nodded, playing along. “I forgot that when you really need something from someone you just show up at their office first thing in the morning.”
“That was only once,” you rolled your eyes. “And 10am isn’t first thing in the morning.”
He rolled his eyes, smiled a little but then held your gaze. 
You’d wondered all summer, checked your email a few times before blips of disappointment when there was nothing new. 
When he’d texted in late June you smiled for a few days, knew that somewhere out there—in a bar or his stuffy office or maybe his living room—you existed in his mind. 
But then July came and went and you wondered if whatever seemed to click into place in Cannes would vanish into the thick summer air of August.
Now he smiled up at you like he was about to say something, footsteps over your shoulder cut him off.
“Hi,” a woman smiled, shoulder length dark hair and cute glasses. “I’m Jennie. You must be…”
She offered a hand towards you, an eager look on her face when you fumbled with a greeting. 
“Hi—I’m Y/N L/N—nice to meet you.”
“Uh—Jennie’s great, Y/N, she’s on our staff and she’s super talented.” Jason nodded and watched the two of you, still shaking hands in the middle of the room. 
“I’ve heard so much about you,” she smiled sweetly. “Jason’s said a lot of great things.”
You pulled your hand back now, uncomfortable with the way your stomach churned with jealousy. 
It’s not like you expected it to be just the two of you. It’s not like you expected to waltz in here and be his favorite and to sit and laugh and ignore everyone else in the room. 
You just hadn’t really thought much at all about how the dynamic would shift with other adults around. Especially women.
Stupid—you felt the self-judgment rush in when you found a seat and greeted the other writers who had similarly disappeared for a snack or bathroom break. Coffee in a pitcher in the center of the table.
They launched in, read through what had already been secured for a storyline and did some brainstorming on a white board before lunch. Some of them knew each other from previous projects or mutual friends, you tried not to feel like the outsider.
You were quieter than usual, watching in awe as they excavated the fine details and sculpted the overarching themes. Jennie seemed more comfortable in the room than you—more confident when she threw out ideas or built on to someone else’s. 
A loud but pleasant laugh when she tossed her head back—you tried to temper your own disdain. 
You packed up your bag around 6pm, pretended that you didn’t see the way she gave him a playful shove when the day wrapped up. 
“Hey,” he caught your attention when you turned towards the hallway. “Let me walk you out.”
You didn’t say anything, nodded and offered a farewell to Jennie and the gang over your shoulder when he fell into step beside you.
“Decent first day?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, though you weren’t entirely sure. A pang of frustration when you contemplated his actions. Was this a pity walk out? 
“I’m glad you’re able to work with us,” he smiled. He watched you press the button for the elevator, it chimed in arrival before you stepped on.
“Me too, yeah—I appreciate you thinking of me. Hope I live up to your expectations.”
He smiled a little at that, one of those flirty smirks that had you second guessing your every move and swallowing down desire. 
“You’re gonna be great,” he said. 
The elevator buzzed in frustration—pick a floor!—you snapped back to reality and hit the L. 
“You don’t have to come down—if you’re not leaving,” you scanned over his body. No messenger bag, no hat or sunglasses. He left his things in the conference room down the hall and shrugged when he met your eyes.
“I want to.”
The doors slid shut, a feeling of warmth washed over you when you were alone again. He smiled at you like he had something to say, like he wanted to crack a joke.
“What?” You looked at him now, a narrowed glance when you waited for him to spill it.
“Just—I don’t know—you’re funny and I guess I—“
He cut himself off.
“Say it,” you looked up at him, still unsure where he was going but certain you wanted to find out.
“I guess I missed you this summer, but—I don’t—I don’t want to be weird by saying that.”
“You’re not,” you shook your head a little, maybe too fast or too eager. The doors opened and you both stood frozen for a moment in the elevator.
You stepped out and he followed behind. 
“I definitely missed Chinese take out,” you shrugged, another experiment and having the upper hand. 
He pushed his lips out and nodded, a playful look on his face when he watched you for a second. You weren’t going to fold that easily and apparently, he knew it. 
“Well, I’ll see you for class. Friday?”
“Friday.” You agreed.
So Thursday was quiet, you caught up on reading and emails and cleaned your bathroom. Your internship seminar with Jason was three hours, Friday evenings. 
A small class, limited to 10 third-year students who were preparing to launch into the industry after completing 600 hours of internship over the two semesters.
Discussion and support and time to work on your capstone project: a year-long assignment of your choosing that could be added to your portfolio and would, hopefully, exhibit your growth as an industry professional. 
Lucky for you, Max had also managed to secure a spot in Jason’s internship seminar. He sat beside you on the first evening and when both your phones lit up with the group chat, he offered a sly smile in your direction.
Sophie Mendez (6:32pm): when Max and Y/N get out of class let’s do O’Halloran’s—cheese fries sound perfect 
Which is how you ended up in a booth by 7:10, Max tugged you out of the classroom and muttered under his breath: you need to leave him wanting more. 
They put you on trial after the waitress took your order, desperate to hear how the first week in the writers room and in the classroom was after weeks of no communication.
“He walked me out of 30 Rock,” you fluttered your eyelashes a little, more of a brag about the location than the company. 
“And we thought things were hot and heavy in the spring,” Naomi teased. 
“Yeah—but—probably best to leave all of that in the past.”
“I’m sorry—did your crush not carry into this semester?” Max sipped his drink, implying you were full of shit.
“No--I just--I don’t know,” you laughed. “I feel like I need a fresh start with him, right? Now I’m doing my internship, somehow we’re writing a literal tv show together--”
You didn’t dare tell them his disclosure: I missed you this summer. 
That didn’t feel like something you say to a student. You knew if you told them, the booth at O’Halloran’s would become even more of a courtroom and you’d get even more questions.  
Sophie gave you a knowing look. “Which means spending way more time with him.”
“I’m in the writer’s room like twice a week, okay? And I only have one class with him,” you defended. 
“But I feel like the stakes are higher,” Sophie cooed. 
You couldn’t necessarily disagree. The start of a new semester had you wondering if this was a mess worth getting into. Did you want to throw yourself at him half of the time? Yes. Did you want to deal with the possible backlash and awkwardness that could come of it? No.
The obvious fix had to be repressing your crush, right? Right.
On Monday you showed up to 30 Rock and stayed focused. You were the first one there, sipping a coffee when Jennie walked in with a smile on her face. 
“Hi!” She greeted, dropping her bag into a seat across from you. “Happy Monday!”
“Happy Monday,” you played nice, aware that your dislike of her was rooted in nothing. 
She fished through her bag for some chapstick, applied it before she asked: “did you have a nice weekend?”
“I did,” you nodded. “Did you?”
“Yeah,” she took her seat. “Relaxing--Jason actually sent me a great movie recommendation, it was nice to just lay low.”
You smiled a little, had no clue what to say when she brought him into the conversation. 
“Must be so cool to learn from him, right? He seems so knowledgeable and experienced.”
“Yeah,” you looked up at her now, uncertain where she was going with it. She was also hired by NBC to write on this show. After a late night google search fueled by red wine and pettiness, you learned she’d written on another successful sitcom in the early 2010s and had enjoyed a fair amount of celebrity from it. 
Wasn’t she also knowledgeable and experienced?
Dan--a guy in his late 30s who always wore vintage band shirts--walked in and distracted her, thankfully. The rest of the team filed in and Jason did too. He took the seat next to Jennie and muttered something to her after offering a smile in your direction. 
You dove into the pilot around 9:30--felt nervous in moments but weighed in a bit more as the clock ticked towards lunch. It was fun to be creative with new people and watch the way ideas snowballed into conversations and debates and finally, full-fledged scenes. 
“If we do that--if Shawn does that,” Jason corrected, tugging on the collar of his shirt as he built onto your idea for the main character. “There’s no way one of his friends doesn’t get pulled into it.”
You nodded in agreement, knowing his comment was directed towards you as you fleshed out a detail. “Right,” you looked up at him before sprinkling in a joke, “pack of idiots type of thing.”
He laughed at that, “exactly.”
A moment of quiet in the room. Jennie and Dan exchanged a glance, Javier scribbled on paper and sipped more coffee. 
“Should we break for lunch?” Jason looked around, eyes scanning the rest of the team. Nods and stretches when you stood from the table, grabbed your wallet from your bag and headed for the door. 
“Y/N--wait up,” he called behind you. 
You paused in the doorway and smiled, walked with him towards the elevator when he asked: “Where are you gonna grab food?”
“There’s a sandwich place a few blocks down that I’ve heard is good.”
He smiled, “Burton’s Deli, yeah.”
So he followed you out into the hallway and all the way there. He laughed when you told him how Max’s internship was going, he’s not famous yet so…he’s upset. Once you were in line behind other people on their lunch break, he turned to see you. 
“Everyone on the team is pretty cool, right? I feel like we have a good vibe going.”
“Yeah,” you nodded, not sure if you really meant it. A step forward when someone else got their sandwich. “Did you know any of them before this?”
“I’ve known Dan for a while--him and I have worked together a few times before. I also recommended him.”
You nodded. “What about Jennie?”
He looked at you, caught the glimpse of whatever it was in your eyes and smirked. “What about her?”
“Did you know her before this?”
“No,” he shook his head. “She wrote with a friend of mine on a show a few years back, but--why? Do you not like her?”
“No,” you let your head wobble side to side. “She’s nice--I don’t know.”
He laughed, another step forward in line. “You don’t know?”
“She had a lot of questions for me this morning.”
It felt good to be honest, you know you could say things to him now and he wouldn’t repeat it. Somewhere along the lines, whatever there was between you had solidified into something. Friends? Colleagues? You pushed the desire for a label out of your mind when he seemed curious.
“About?”
“You.”
His eyebrows raised, not the answer he was expecting. “Me?”
“About NYU and--you know--school stuff,” you clarified. 
He nodded. “I see.”
“She’s fine--I don’t know, I’m sure we’ll get to know each other better.”
“From what I’ve heard she’s really great. I talked with producers and we knew we wanted a good female perspective on everything. Nothing’s worse than a writers room with only men.”
“Well if she’s the female perspective, what am I here for?” You teased.
He smiled, rolled his eyes a little at you but then grabbed a soda from the cooler. “Well, number one, I thought you’d be a good fit for this writer’s room because of your talent and skill.” He made a face as if to say duh. He wasn’t going to let you dunk on yourself like that. 
“Number two…there’s more--” he trailed off, looked around the room like it hid the word he was searching for-- “history, between us, so, I guess I kind of trust you more.”
History. You smirked at that--unsure if it was a subtle nod to the way he looked at you in Cannes or just a figment of your imagination. 
You didn’t reply, met his eyes quickly but moved through the line and walked back to the midtown conference room without asking for clarification. 
He had to know what he was doing. At this point, you both danced up to the line and threatened to cross it, daring the other to do it first. 
A metaphorical tug of war, and when you left 30 Rock that night, you wondered how it would end. 
The rest of the week went about as you expected, you had your first day on set with another NBC show and grabbed drinks with the other interns on Wednesday. 
When the weekend circled back again, you spent the afternoon in the park with Sophie sipping on rosé before your phone chimed to signal a new message. 
Jason Sudeikis (3:41pm): I know Sundays aren’t for working but I might have figured out a solution to our transition issue in the final pilot scene
Y/N L/N (3:42pm): Yeah? What’s that?
Jason Sudeikis (3:42): We could just have Shawn meet Natalie in the second episode
Jason Sudeikis (3:43): Like have it open with them meeting
Y/N L/N (3:43pm): Oh that might work. That way we don’t have to cram it in
Jason Sudeikis (3:44): Exactly!
Jason Sudeikis (3:44): Sorry to bother you on a Sunday though, just figured I’d share the idea with someone to bookmark it
Y/N L/N (3:46pm): This was only a small interruption to my rosé in the park with Sophie, so I’ll let it slide
Jason Sudeikis (3:48): What a perfect Sunday afternoon activity haha
Jason Sudeikis (3:48): Much better than mine
Y/N L/N (3:49pm): Which is?
Jason Sudeikis (3:50): Avoiding cleaning my apartment by thinking about work
You laughed out loud a little, Sophie eyed you through her sunglasses. 
“Are you texting him?”
“I don’t know who him is.”
“Oh my god,” she groaned. “At least it’s elevated to texting instead of emailing.”
“We don’t text often,” you informed her, sitting up to look out at the other patrons in the park. Down towards the tip of the island, kites and boats visible in the harbor when you sipped your glass of wine. “And we’re texting right now about work stuff.”
“I’m so excited for you guys to just fuck at some point--”
“Sophie, I have no idea if that will ever happen.”
“He got you a spot in his writer’s room,” she reminded you. “He texts you. He treats you like you’re his friend--not his student.”
“That doesn’t automatically mean he wants to have sex with me.”
“No--but a few more late nights in his office or whatever and something is bound to happen.”
You thought on it for a second, let yourself imagine what it would be like to feel his mouth against yours or his hands on your bare skin. You sighed. 
“What?” She eyed you again.
“Well--I know it’s been fun for all of us to hype this whole thing up but, I don’t know, there could be serious consequences, right?”
“Let’s find out,” she picked up her phone, typed a few things into Google before she cleared her throat. “New York University Policies and Guidelines…Sexual Misconduct?”
“Oh jesus--”
“Here--Policy on Consensual Intimate Relationships.”
The words made your stomach churn with anxiety. Sophie kept reading out loud.
“Entering into a sexual, dating or romantic relationship (“Intimate Relationship”) when one individual has power or authority over the other may compromise freely given consent, put the academic and professional development of the individuals at risk…blah blah blah, okay I’m skipping ahead.”
You laughed a little at her short attention span, another sip of rosé.
“Intimate Relationships between the following individuals are specifically prohibited: a faculty member and an undergraduate student--that’s not you guys,” she injected her own commentary. “A faculty member and a graduate student in the same discipline or academic program; an academic or faculty advisor and an advisee; a teaching assistant and a student in the teaching assistant’s class--okay so that’s two strikes already for you.”
“Okay,” you waved your hand in the air, a defeated tone in your voice. “It’s prohibited--we get it.”
She ignored you, kept scanning her screen. “Although it is recognized that the student or subordinate may be a full and willing participant in an Intimate Relationship--”
“That hasn’t even happened,” you reminded, waiting to hear the rest of it.
“Both the responsibility for adhering to this policy and the consequences for violating it fall upon the person in a position of power or authority, rather than the student or subordinate. Violations of this policy are referred to the appropriate disciplinary procedure based on the status of the employee in the position of greater power or authority over the other individual.”
You stared at her, digested the formal language. 
She scrunched her nose and nodded behind her sunglasses. “So even if you initiate it or if it’s consesual, he could get fucked over.”
“Great.”
“Unless you guys keep it a secret,” she wiggled her eyebrows. “And play it super safe.”
“After reading all of that I’m shocked you think I have the balls to do anything.”
“Oh come on--neither of you would ever want to get the other in trouble.”
Okay, fine, fair. He’d never let you take the blame but you’d never let him go down alone. No, no, no, you couldn’t let Sophie talk you into this. 
“And if he’s also into you, he wouldn’t want to risk getting himself in trouble so he would totally keep quiet about it.”
“Sophie--”
“I’m just saying!” She clicked her phone shut and dropped it down to the blanket you’d spread out on the grass. “Just playing devil’s advocate.”
“Alright, well thanks, but--I still think all of this is just better left alone.”
“And I will respect you if you choose not to do anything,” she said. You could tell there was more to her sentence. “But I also respect if you need to get laid and think Sudeikis is the perfect suitor.”
Now it was your turn to stare at her through your sunglasses, another sip of rosé with a coy smile. “Noted, Soph, thanks.”
September 16th, 2018
Max got stuck late at his internship, leaving an empty seat beside you in Jason’s internship seminar on Friday night. Class moved on as usual, a glance in Jason’s direction when he handed out initial self-evaluations and his fingers brushed yours. 
“These are due in a few weeks--nothing serious but there’s a self-evaluation for you and a professor eval for me. We each do our part, discuss, and then review again at the mid-year mark and at the end of the spring semester,” he explained. 
The internship seminar was a full-year course. Meaning that until May 15th, when you walked across the stage for graduation, you’d spend Friday nights with Jason. 
“I trust you to fill Max in on all of this?” He smiled down at you before he kept walking around the circle of chairs. You nodded, took an extra for your friend and slipped it in your backpack. 
“We can schedule meetings to review these together,” he said to the group. “But for now take them home and let me know if you have any questions in the meantime.”
A majority of class time was spent discussing various things that happened at everyone’s internships: the cool things they did and how they were bringing what they learned in the classroom onto set. The assigned reading was light--memoirs by various writers and directors-- with plenty of excited and casual discussion about navigating the jump from student to intern to employee. 
The start of your third and final year felt terrifying, and you didn’t know how concerned to be when you realized that Jason provided just as much comfort at this point as your friends.
It almost came as a relief, to know that you’d move through the remainder of the academic year with this group by your side. Max and the other classmates you’d grown with, books by some of your heroes and the stable Friday nights where you knew you’d laugh just as much as you’d learn. 
And after class on the third week of the semester, you found Naomi on a bench outside Grayson Hall. She sat cross-legged with her laptop open, editing whatever project she was working on. 
You walked over and sat beside her, she tugged her headphones off and smiled. “Survive another week?”
“Barely,” you laughed. “I don’t know about you but I’m tired.”
She nodded. “Internship plus classes plus work plus social,” she shrugged. “I don’t know how we’re supposed to do it.”
“The promise of a degree and a paycheck one day makes it easier,” you admitted. 
“How was your class?”
“Fine,” you said simply. “Max had to run to a meeting for his new doc,” you gestured off through campus, imagined Max grabbing another espresso before his 7pm arrival. “What are you working on?”
“Basic edits,” she shrugged, flipped her computer around to show you how things were coming along. “Easy project for my internship.”
“You like it, though, right?”
Naomi smiled. She was easily the quietest of the friend group, the responsible one. You appreciated her advice and respected that she seemed to be the voice of reason when it came to your inconvenient lusting after Professor Sudeikis.
“I love it,” she told you. “It’s exhausting and I have no energy to cook, but I can’t believe how fast time flies when I’m there and I feel giddy every morning to go to work.’’
You nodded, listened when a thought popped into her head and she laughed. 
“Must be what it’s like to go to work with Jason everyday.”
“Ha ha,” you faked a laugh, she reached over and patted you on the thigh, you know I’m kidding. 
“Speaking of, though--” you looked over her shoulder, saw him approaching from the front doors of Grayson. “Let’s act like we don’t talk about him all the time.”
She looked back at her computer, did an impressive job of glancing over at him casually as he approached.
“Hi,” his hands were in his pockets, sunglasses over his eyes when he stopped on the sidewalk right in front of you.
“Hey,” you greeted, Naomi offered a smile, the look on her face told you she wondered if she should give the two of you a moment alone.
“Hi Naomi,” he smiled.
“Hello,” she offered him a knowing glance. So much for Naomi’s claim that she didn’t do anything obnoxious. 
“I was just heading to my office—gonna try to knock out some work on the script.”
“Oh,” you said, a quick glance in Naomi’s direction. “I could come with you—I don’t mind.”
“Yeah,” he shrugged a little, a soft smile. “Of course—if you’re free.”
“Well then,” you smiled down at Naomi. “I won’t keep you!”
You shouldered your bag and stood, she laughed when you encouraged her to enjoy some leftovers and embrace the exhaustion: all in a day's work.
Jason sent a text on his phone but then looked up at you when you headed for Luft. 
“You’re sure you’re up for another late night with me?” He laughed, adding a qualifier at the end: “you know, of writing.”
“Yeah,” you nodded. “I had a coffee at 4pm today which is way too late for me, so I’ve got some energy to burn.”
“Ahh,” he said knowingly. “Is the lack of sleep in this industry finally catching up with you?”
“Either that or I’m getting old,” you joked. 
“Please,” he rolled his eyes. “You’re fine.”
“Well--the latte that Max practically shoved down my throat won’t last forever, so--apologies in advance if I crash.”
He told you about his commute when you climbed the steps to Luft--a woman went into labor on the subway and someone was barefoot! You filled him in on the other days at your internship on set for a popular show as a writer’s assistant, laughed about how so far you’d been asked to fetch two sandwiches. 
They’re obviously not using your skills to the best of their ability, he teased.
He uncapped expo markers after you both settled in, you tossed ideas back and forth about the script and jotted down some moments of dialogue that you worked out. You took your usual seat, paced around the room when you thought out loud. He smiled and watched you, argued when he thought an idea was not your best, but also complimented your commitment when you tried to stifle a yawn.
“If you need to go home and sleep, I get it,” he laughed. “No need to be a hero.”
“No,” you shook your head. “I’m fine--and we’re doing good work,” you looked at the whiteboard on the side wall. His handwriting was messier than yours, arrows connected plot points and he didn’t erase the stick-figure drawing of one of the characters you’d made. 
It was already 9pm. Did your bed sound nice? Did a hot shower feel like it held the answer to all of your problems? Partially. But you weren’t about to give up alone time with him in his office as music faintly drifted through his laptop speakers. 
You fell into silence for a while, reading through the scene notes a few times and racking your brain for ideas. You tossed a few back and forth, laughed about the dumb ones but still came up short. 
After another ten minutes of silence—and when the words on the page started to jump around—you sighed. 
“Alright, I can’t do this anymore,” you slunk down in your seat and pulled the hood of your sweatshirt over your head, tugged at the strings to cover your face. “My brain is fried.”
“Hey, for a fried brain you’ve still come up with some good stuff tonight.”
“Are you kidding me?” You laughed, brought your eyes up to see him when you pushed the hood back down to your shoulders. “I suggested we give a character an evil twin.”
“It’ll come to us,” he laughed, leaning back and rubbing his eyes. “Let’s just—uh—order food! We need dinner,” he shrugged like this was the obvious fix; you hoped it was his attempt at extending the evening. 
“What do you want?” You asked, boredom still cloaked your words and he shot you an unimpressed glance. 
“I don’t know—we can always do Chinese, there’s a pizza place that’s really good too—“ he rifled through paper menus in his desk drawer. 
“Let me see,” you stood from your table in the corner, took a few steps and reached out a hand.
“I’m getting them,” he said, a playful tone when he rolled his eyes in jest. “Hold on!”
“Not fast enough,” you said, reaching from over his arm. “Just let me see it.”
“No,” he laughed, tugging it out of reach as he stood. He held it overhead, arm extending out towards the ceiling. You reached for it but weren’t close enough, a shit eating grin crept onto his face. 
You looked up at him, the smile at his dumb humor faded when you felt the heat from his body. Close. 
“I was gonna give it to you,” he said quietly, feet still planted in the same spot. 
“I don’t believe you,” you rolled your eyes.
“You don’t seem to believe a lot of what I say.”
“Well sometimes it seems like you’re full of shit.”
“I’m not,” he shrugged innocently. 
You stared at him for a second, tried to count to three to see if it was worth the risk. It was.
You leaned up and pushed your mouth into his, hands cupped around his jaw before you felt his hand link around your waist to tug you closer.
But then he pulled back. 
“I shouldn’t—you know, uh—I’m sorry.”
“No,” you shook your head quickly, wiped the trace of him off your mouth. Oh god. “I know—I should probably go.”
“Okay.”
“Yeah,” you moved over to your seat, picked up your bag and slid your laptop and papers inside. “I’ll see you in a few days, I’ll let you know if anything comes to me,” you gestured down to the script that was now tucked in your bag. 
“Okay, yeah—ditto.”
“Alright,” you hurried to the door. He scratched the back of his neck, the watch on his wrist would keep ticking, the moment slipping away into the night.
“See you—“
“Yep—bye.”
The door shut behind you and echoed in the otherwise empty building. You hurried down the stairs and rounded each corner with haste. 
Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. 
It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once, something that floated into your mind with ease on a sunny afternoon or when you climbed into bed.
But now it happened—not just in your brain—but in his office. The September night was quiet when you came out to the safety of the sidewalk. The sun left streaks of orange in the denim blue sky, you took a deep breath.
Well, there was that.
To: Y/N L/N 
From: Jason Sudeikis
Subject: review
September 18th, 2018 - 11:12am
Hi Y/N, 
Your first internship review is due by the end of the month. I’m sure it’s on your radar but since you haven’t mentioned it yet let’s find a time to meet. Let me know. 
JS
__
Prof. Jason Sudeikis, PhD
Cinema Studies, NYU Tisch
Office hours T/TH 5-7pm or by appointment
To: Jason Sudeikis
From: Y/N L/N
Subject: RE: review
September 18th, 2018 - 1:48pm
Hi,
Yes, been meaning to schedule that. Sorry for the delay. I could drop by office hours? Let me know. 
Best, 
Y/N L/N
MFA Candidate
Cinema Studies, NYU Tisch
(212-555-8495)
To: Y/N L/N 
From: Jason Sudeikis
Subject: review
September 18th, 2018 - 4:31pm
Hi,
Office hours are fine. Let’s aim for Tuesday this week. See you then.
JS
__
Prof. Jason Sudeikis, PhD
Cinema Studies, NYU Tisch
Office hours T/TH 5-7pm or by appointment
September 20th, 2018
It took a few days for you to wrap your head around it. Luckily, for those few days, you were able to avoid your friends and throw yourself into work to avoid whatever questions they’d have and whatever answers you didn’t. 
It was the weekend, so you did some obsessing over the script and some cleaning of your apartment to keep busy. You did your grocery shopping and picked up your laundry from the wash and fold on your block. His emails had come through on Sunday.
So when you made your way through campus later in the week, you were sure he wouldn’t be late this time. 
He was actually already standing behind his desk, looking out the window when you knocked.
“Hey,” you met his eyes when he turned to see you.
“Hi,” he said, voice quiet. He took a step forward but then stopped awkwardly. “Do you want to come in?”
“Do you want me to?” You treaded lightly, not sure where he was at.
He nodded. You shut the door behind you when you stepped inside, careful to be quiet as it latched into place. You hadn’t seen him since it happened, hadn’t been inside his office or close enough to remember what it felt to be pressed up against him. 
Your thoughts raced for a second: what did he do over the weekend? Did he think about you and what to say and what it meant? Was he angry?
You took a few steps towards him, parted your lips to speak but he cut you off.
“I want to apologize, I guess, for the other night. I think I was just caught up in the heat of the moment, and I crossed a line and that wasn’t cool.”
You blinked a few times, simultaneously touched by the sentiment in his words but also desperate to feel him again. It had been one kiss--quick and clunky and one that came with an immediate sense of confusion. One that you initiated and knew was steeped in risk. But it made you want him more.
“No, I’m sorry—I’m the one who crossed a line, I don’t--I don’t know why it happened.”
He laughed a little, a casual shrug as if his words didn’t shatter the air around you, as if you weren’t lying to his face.
“I mean, I think there’s always been something here.”
You waited a beat—gave him a chance to clarify but he left you hanging. 
You spoke quietly, the look in his eyes told you he knew the game you were playing. “What do you mean?”
You kept your eyes on his for a moment, leaned against his desk and crossed your arms over your chest. Hearing him say it out loud made your pulse quicken, but it didn’t stop the alarm that sounded in your head: don’t be stupid, he’s your advisor.
He took a step closer to you, eyes scanning over your entire body like he was just as confused. “What do I mean?” he repeated your question with a smirk. You watched him come closer until there were only a few inches between you, close enough to smell his aftershave and feel the heat from his body. 
You both leaned in this time, slower and less scared but somehow just as timid and shy and soft. You felt him smile against your mouth when you let out a quiet moan, your hands reached up to his face, the stubble on his chin scratched your skin in the best way.
He reached a hand down and grazed the inside of your thigh, right above the hemline of the button down skirt you wore. A shiver down your spine when his fingers met the fabric of your panties. Maybe it was wrong or unethical or whatever, but when he pushed the material aside and made contact with your clit, you were putty in his hands.
You melted into him, pushing yourself on top of the desk to grant him better access. You spread your legs almost involuntarily, aching into his fingers when he bit your lower lip. His middle finger swooped to gain entrance and he dipped inside you with ease. 
He knew what he was doing, no doubt. But the build up and the slow burn of wondering if anything would ever happen seemed to amplify the sensation that grew between your thighs.
It didn’t take long before you rode your orgasm out onto his fingers, his other hand was firm against your jaw before he pulled away and cleared his throat, he was almost out of breath.
“Should we—uh—should we do your first review?”
You tried to catch yours, nodding when he walked around to sit at his desk. “Yeah--yes, uh--I don’t--do you have the form?”
“I do,” he nodded, scratching his jaw when he clicked around on his computer. “It’s here somewhere.”
You smoothed out your skirt and your hair, sat across from his desk. “Okay.”
Silence for a moment, your heart was in your throat and the excitement of the moment sprouted roots in your chest, delirious. Hopefully that would happen again soon. 
“Here,” he said, seemingly more settled. He let out a longer breath and scanned over the form. “I fill out the advisor one, you fill out the student one.”
“Makes sense.”
He clicked his mouse again and then the printer behind him came to life. A green light on the screen before it spit out four pages--two for him and two for you. He didn’t say anything when he stood and got them, turned around and handed you a pen before he took his seat again. 
He looked over his form and you tried to focus. 
The following self-assessment is intended to…
You chanced a look in his direction. His brow was furrowed and he bit the top of his pen. Was he waiting for you to acknowledge it?
Okay, nevermind. You looked down at the paper. 
On a scale of one to five, please rate your current performance in the following areas. 
Now you felt his gaze. You looked up and met his eyes for a second, the corner of his mouth pulled up and yours did too. 
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The glass in your hand had been a decent enough distraction for certain conversations when you wished to evade particular questions, hoping to skirt away from a few guests or avoid others altogether. Not all of them noticed the way you walked, noticed the slight limp when you had to pressure on your heels, or even the way you gingerly sit down instead of plopping after hours on your feet.
There is no way you’d be able to answer ‌questions thrown your way without your face burning and giving away the answer before you could open your mouth.
Said answer smirking at you from across the room. His glasses reflected the lights and the curve of his lips reminded you how they felt against the flushed skin on your backside.
“I want to watch you-” He’d murmured into your ear, kissing down your spine, “To look at you and see what I did — see what others can’t.” His fingers traced the tender flesh of your ass, his lips trailing down until he was pressing a kiss into the dip of your back. “Color?”
He kneaded into your fevered flesh. “Gre-green, sir.”
You felt his smile against your skin.
At the start of the night, someone had asked if you were still seeing each other. Let it slip that someone had captured photos when you both had arrived back in the States and asked after him.
You’d let them know that yes you were still seeing him, but no you weren’t about to tell details of your relationship.
You didn’t have to — Jason did enough of that.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
His hand slid across your hip, fingers lingering over the curve of your waist — it would look as if he was balancing himself to lean in and whisper to you, but you knew the possessive hold for what it was. You’d spent too long talking to the person in front of you instead of acknowledging the man wanting your attention.
“Excuse us.” He’d smiled at the guest you were entertaining.
The younger man nodded, turning away, not seeing Jason’s hand slide back down until he could ghost over your ass. “How are you feeling?”
You took a sip of your water. “Like someone went twelve rounds with my ass four hours ago.” 
“You should go clean up,” He smirked again. “Wouldn’t want to walk around covered in water all night.” 
He squeezed, you squeaked and water spilled over the edge of the glass from your sudden jump. Jason laughed when you aimed a glare towards him, wiping at your chin with the back of your hand, lowering the glass to say something only for him to squeeze again — harder — the influx of pain starting a boil of heat in your stomach that had your heart racing. 
You knew what he was doing. It lit your skin on fire and burned low in your gut as you turned away from him and moved towards the exit. Jason’s eyes followed you, tracked your every movement as you made your way through the room — if you swung your hips more than usual you smiled at passing guests and laughed when asked what happened — he requested the game you were just playing along. 
-
Earlier that night, Jason had set out arnica cream and a black ticker on the bedside table. You’d raised a brow at him but finished getting ready instead of questioning it.
Then he’d joined you in the bathroom. 
“I want to play a game tonight.” His lips brushed your neck, eyes flicking up to meet yours in the mirror. 
“Yeah, Jigsaw, what’chu got in mind?” 
He grins, kissing the space behind your ear and tugging you into his chest, his other hand sliding down until he could cup your ass. “A counting game, Sweetheart.” 
“One, mawha-ha-ha.” Jason nipped your earlobe.
“Careful. You, as the Count, could do it for me.” He leaned down to rest his chin on your shoulder.
“Tonight’s episode is brought to you by the letter K.” You both smirked at each other through the mirror, Jason’s chocolate eyes scrunching before he shoved you forward, your hands catching you with a slide across the sink.
Your underwear was down, your shirt pushed up with a blink, and Jason standing behind you, his gaze still focused on you in the mirror.
“It’s been two weeks since we’ve been able to see each other.” He stroked his fingers across your ass, kneading and pulling your cheeks apart, “I want to spank this ass red, Fourteen for each day we’ve spent apart and watch you squirm downstairs, but-” his reflections showed his hand rising, stopping once it was high above his shoulder, “I know you, baby, I know how you love to make others feel wanted. So, each time you smile, touch, or flirt with someone else, I get to add a mark. If you manage not to get caught doing it, then I’ll bring you back to the room and let you choose how I’ll make you come.” His hand came down hard, the smack of it stinging with the sudden loud noise making you jump against the counter.
Hot flashes of arousal sparked inside your stomach and tightened your thighs. "I want you to remember that I'm keeping count, okay? That if you get caught, I get to spank your ass again; leaving my mark where you'll feel me for weeks after, baby." His hand was moving again, the determined look in his eyes drawing out a gasp. 
He smiled at you. 
"Yes or no? Your decision." 
"Yes." You moaned as he smacked down once more.
-
"Name the colors." The room looked messier than when you left. You reminded yourself to straighten up first thing tomorrow. 
Jason cleared his throat. 
"Oh, uh, Green for good, yellow for pause, red for hell no." There were two vibrators and a bottle of lube resting on his pillow. 
He laughed, "Which one are you now?" His voice was magic. It settled inside your chest to rest between your lungs. You wanted to hear him talk for days on end, watch the way his mouth moved, memorize the flick of his tongue. 
You turned around to face him, "Green, sir." 
Jason nodded. He’d removed his shirt without you noticing, his chest covered in hair leading down his stomach to dip beneath his dress pants. Your fingers traveled through it from the dip of his collarbones to the waist of his pants. Jason hummed during your exploration, undoing his belt and button. 
“Were you able to keep track?” He knew the answer. Keeping track has never been your strong suit. Add numbers and the risk of being played with to it and your brain becomes mush.
“No.” He raised a brow, “Sir.” 
Jason shook his head. “Twenty-three times I caught you with your hand on another man’s shoulder. Your mouth against a woman’s ear. Those fingers wrapped around a glass someone else had brought you. When you smiled at that fellow with the grey hair, it made me want to spank you‌ right then.” Jason motioned towards you, his thumb tracing your neckline, “Fuck you where everyone can see who has this pretty ass.” 
Undressing was the simple part. Brown eyes tracked your every movement, his hand fumbling over the swell in his briefs. The cool air of the room made your nipples harden. Jason reached forward to flick at the left one, making you gasp. 
He smiled, “On your knees. Middle of the bed.”
Ducking your head, you obeyed. Crawling into position felt humiliating; it left you open and exposed where he could see every inch of you. He loved it.
“I’m going to use my hand. It’s safer since we’re in a hotel. Enough to bruise you up, tender, red ass reminding you who it belongs to. When you have to give an interview and you squirm against your seat; you’ll ache for me.”
“Obviously.” The comment came out without warning.
Jason’s hand came down hard.
“Fuck.” You gritted your teeth, rocking forward in shock. He pulled you back, the brand of his cock burning hot against your thigh.
“That one doesn’t count. You were being mouthy.” Oh, you could be mouthy alright.
Biting your lip, you nodded, “Sorry, sir.”
He kissed where the smack had landed. “Hand me the lube and vibrators, Pet.”
Reaching for them was a challenge. Jason kept a hold on your hips, his cock brushing along your folds, between your cheeks and back with an absent-minded pattern. 
"Keep count for me, okay? If you mess up or don't say the number out loud, I'll add two more, understood?"
You shivered, "Yes, sir." 
"Hmm. That's my good little slut."
The first smack had you biting your lip, but you managed a quick, "One." Jason hummed behind you, his hand coming back down hard on the opposite cheek. 
Instead of another smack, he pulled you into his lap, his lips traveling the length of your neck, down your spine and up again as Jason pulled you into a position over his lap. 
"Ah. Oh, two." He'd moved closer. The hair of his thigh scratched your skin.
The next few were quick smacks that sounded worse than they were.
It made you squirm.
The sting of them kept you on alert, but the lasting effect faded quickly. Frustration rooted in your limbs when Jason came down for another and kept it as carefully cupped as the last one before it. “Eight.” 
“Color?” He kneaded your cheeks, tugging them apart to dip his fingers into your slick. 
You sigh, “Green sir.” 
“Good.” You hadn’t registered that his fingers were gone until his hand came down — hard. It made tears well up in your eyes, your core squeezing around nothing. 
“Baby?”
“Fuck, nine.” He tsked.
“Two more, baby. That makes it twenty-five.” His hand came down in rapid successors before you could respond. Ten, eleven, twelve — the consistency was irregular. Three would be on your left cheek, another on your right or he smack further down to slap across your soaking folds.
Your body tingled. The pain mingled with pleasure, it became almost too much, but not enough. Tears were streaming down your face, your hips snapping into his thigh in a vain attempt at friction. Jason noticed and smacked down even harder. You moan and cries, egging him off.
“I wish you could see how red your ass is, baby. It’s a thing of beauty. The way your cheeks shake when I spank you.” His fingers traced the burning sting of your left cheek, down over the swell of your ass to plunge inside your heat.
You came with little warning. 
“Ah fuck.” Jason pumped his fingers in and out of you. “feeling your pulse around my fingers is fucking addicting, baby. Color?” 
“Gre-green, sir.” His thumb rolled your clit, your legs trembling to move away from his touch. 
 “Good.” His fingers disappeared. 
You whimper, spreading your legs to arch your back, “Desperate little thing, aren’t you?” There was a click then something squelched. You turned your head in time to see him cover the larger vibrator with lube, smearing it across the head with his own fingers. 
“I know you don’t need it.” He crooned, pushing the toy into you with ease, “but I love seeing you leak.” 
When he turned it on, you almost jumped off his legs, Jason’s right arm keeping you in place. The next slap came down near the toy, his heel pushing your cheeks apart to let his fingers shove the toy in further, the vibration going up. 
“Eighteen.” Your voice was rough, tearing through the swell of tears in your throat. 
Jason’s cock jumped where it pushed into your side. He was leaking, the spread of it sliding across your skin. 
“If you come again before I let you,” Jason fucked the toy in and out of you, “I’ll spank you until you can’t walk.” 
His hand came down, sharp, shoving the toy in further. The curved handle of it kept it from sliding inside. Lube and slick squelched. 
“Yes-” You breathed. “Yes, sir.” 
He was merciless, efficient, and down right fucking evil when he'd stopped between smacks to turn the toy up higher, pulling it out then back in. Your core tightened. You pushed your face into the bedsheets, gritting your teeth, and biting your tongue to keep yourself from coming.
“Squirming in my lap like a greedy slut.” He sounded in awe.
“Almost done, baby, and you’ve been so good for me.” You whined, his name squeaking high when he spanked you again‌ until the last one came.
“Go on.” You were crying, pleading for him to fuck you, a needy ache inside your core, “Come when you can.” He moved the toy circling it, plunging it deep then pulling it out and your body shook with the effort of holding back. 
“Come for me.” His thumb brushed your clit, and you tumbled back over the edge.
Jason shoved at you, and helped you lay down on your stomach before he carefully rolled you onto your back, sliding you to the edge of the bed and spreading you wide.
“Where do you want it?” His hand was slick, fisting over his cock in quick strokes. The reddening head shined as he thumbed his slit.
“Anywhere.” You wanted it in your mouth, the heaviness of him on your tongue, but you wanted to see it. To feel him paint you, mark you, make you his
Jason flashed a grin, dug his fingers into your thigh, and spurted over your folds, across your stomach with droplets hitting your chest and chin.
“Jason.” You groaned, your hand moving down to touch yourself, but he swatted at you.
 “Shh.” He kneeled over you, stubbled jaw brushing your right nipple causing you to jerk and twist until he tsked again and pressed the vibrator closer to you. 
“That’s mine and believe me, Pet, I’m not done with it yet.”
- - -
“Sensitive?” He used his free hand to reach down, running his fingers over you, “Soaking, baby. You look fucking amazing. Eye rolled back, legs spread open and twitching beneath me.” He pressed the toy, sending the vibration higher causing you to jerk back from the sensation. 
He nipped the sensitive flesh below your ribcage. “Stay still for me, Baby, okay?” You shivered when he readjusted the toy, setting the vibrator across your heat until he seemed satisfied. “You did so well for me, yeah? Keepin count. Let me turn that pretty little ass all red then fuck you until I could paint it white. Yeah, Pet, you did such a good job for me. Let me sink you deeper, shh.” 
Between the vibrations and Jason’s teeth across your body, it would not take much. Fire raged from the tips of your toes, up your thighs and across your shoulders — collecting into a lake of heat between your legs. The head of the toy parted you enough to feel it slip inside — your whole body seeming to freeze as you tighten your core. 
Where you could make out the top of Jason’s dark head now had turned white, colors flashed behind your lids as an explosion had you tumbling over the edge. You weren’t sure if you even made a noise. The cacophony of pleasure ascended higher. Jason’s tongued over your nipples, the vibrator pressing against you, and the world disappeared.
You could see him above you. Transcendent, vibrant, something kind and harsh all at once. Every time you twitched, jerked, or shifted, the aching touch of your ass and thighs against the mattress had you pushing back up into the vibration.
It was never-ending. 
One knee shaking, thighs tightening orgasm seemed to bleed into another all while Jason praised you. Thanked you, kept his teeth, tongue, and mouth along your skin to remind you he was there. 
How could you forget? 
How could you think of anything but the feather brush of his lips over the edge of the vibrator, his tongue dipping into you, collecting your mess until your thighs had stopped twitching around his hand and he could push himself between your legs? His stomach kept the toy between your bodies.
“May I have one more, Baby? Yeah?” You shook your head rapidly. Back and forth. Your mouth was dry from silent screams, body soaked with sweat and come — you had nothing left. 
You wanted more. 
“Feel that?” He pushed into you, his cock hard once again, opening you up. Your legs came up and around him without hesitation — you belonged here. Beneath Jason. Around Jason. 
“Fuck, Baby, you’re amazing. God dammit.” The toy was still in place, a low enough setting that you weren’t twisting away yet pushing yourself back into it. 
Jason moved, thrusting in, then out, then back in, keeping the toy placed between you.
“I’m going to turn it up.” He warned, looking down at you with shining eyes, “Color, baby? Where are you?”
Color? How could he ask about colors when the world was bright lights and the sound of your heart rushing in your ears? He wants colors. He should see the fire that burned red beneath your skin where he touched. 
Jason turned off the toy, and a whine escaped you. 
“I know, Pet, but I need to know your color. You’re under and I need to know you’re under safe-” 
You smacked your lips, squeezing your legs against his waist and his cock inside of you. Jason groaned, dropping his forehead against your shoulder, “Babe-”
“Green.” You should add an honorific at the end. Let him know you’re still in this and wanted whatever he had left to give you — you couldn’t. The word green was enough to drag you to a skim along the surface.
Jason bit at your shoulder, up your neck, until he caught your mouth in a sloppy kiss. 
“Good.” 
That was the only precursor he allowed before he fucked you hard. His hips snapping in and out, one hand holding your leg around his waist, the other moving from above your head to the toy between you to turn it back on. 
“Son of a-” You hissed, hands coming to his shoulder, nails digging in as the volcano started once more. 
The smoothness of the bedsheets beneath you gave no relief. Every hard thrust rocked you further up the bed, sensitive ass flaring with each drag across the mattress. It sparked sharp pleasure from your groin to your stomach, which broke into waves of heat down your thighs. 
You clenched, legs closing around his ribs, his left hand squeezing your thigh, digging into the flesh as he fucked in harder, harder, his course hair rubbing your clit, making jerky tremors slip down your legs, up into your stomach — you cried out, oversensitive, lost in the pleasurable ache and blinding light. 
Jason groaned, the sound coming from his chest as he pulled out moving to flip you over and tug you back. 
“Fuck,” He slid his cock through your fold, “like a flood, baby, wet and ruined for me. This gorgeous ass,” The smack he brought down on your cheeks had you trembling. Tears soaked into the sheet where he pushed you down. 
His cock slid in, a quick thrust of his hips, snapping against your raw ass and pulsing heat. 
“Yes.” He groaned. Your legs refused to hold you up themselves. Jason’s hands on your hips the only thing keeping you arched as he slams into you, “Fucking dammit, Baby. You’re such a good little Pet — my good fucking Pet aren’t you?” 
You grunted, drool and tears wetting your face as Jason pulled your hips further back, his right hand moving to grip your hair. “Say it.” 
He pulled back, his cockhead stretching your hole. You wanted him back inside, deeper, harder, burying himself where you could feel him for weeks.
“Come on,” He slammed back inside, making you shout in surprise, “Say it.” 
When your thighs tightened, it helped center you, another peak coming into view with every drag of his cock inside you. 
“I’m yours,” you cried, “Please. Jason, please, I’m yours. I’m your pet.”
His hand moved from your hair to your clit, rubbing fast and harsh until you snapped inside. 
“God-fucking-dammit.” You felt his come splash across your tender ass, his fist brushing you when he dragged it over his cock, helping himself cover your ass. 
Coming to have you a bit surprised, the cool press of a towel against your heated flesh jerking you awake. 
A smile crept its way on your lips. “Thank you.” It came out slurred, mumbled past swollen lips. The lulling pull of your mind tugged you under until everything faded away. 
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“Shh.” He swipes between your legs, over your backside, and across your belly until he seems satisfied with his work. The bed dipped when he climbed in behind you. The click of a bottle opening had you pressing back into his touch. 
“This’ll help with the bruises.” You knew this. He knows you know this, but the reminder seemed to calm the hunger in your stomach. 
He’d worn you out in all the best ways. 
Jason kissed your neck down your spine to linger over the small of your back. The warmth coming from him was soothing, his fingers rubbing cream into your skin with careful ministrations. 
You hummed when he soothes over the area where your ass meets your thigh. 
“Beautiful.” He praises. If you could see his face, you’d know his brown eyes would be wide. Smile ticked up as he brings you back to a safe headspace. 
Once he’s done, your body seems to relax, limbs going limp, eyes growing heavy — he notices, moving you into a comfortable position on your side, “Get some rest, Sweetheart. You deserve it.”
Every time I write something like this I feel like I've imagined every time I've had sex because none of this makes sense to me.
Fun Facts: I do not know how to be a dom or sub or a human in general.
Whenever I write scenes like this and I get a major blockage, then I write it for a different character to help shape it. This one was Misha Collins before it was Jason S.
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daydreamgoddess14 · 9 months
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Packing
MASTERLIST
A smutty one-shot featuring Callie from Life After Richmond. No use of y/n, l/n.
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Why the hell had she kicked the suitcase so far under her bed? Given the number of times she'd packed and unpacked in recent months she wasn't even sure why she bothered putting it away anymore, but after the eleventy billionth time of nearly breaking her toe on it and the time Jason tripped over it carrying her to the bedroom she thought it had been wise. Except now, it was stuck, and she couldn't quite pull it hard enough to get it back out. She was on her hands and knees at the side of her bed, her back arched so she could somewhat squeeze under to reach further.
"Fucks sake." She mumbled with a huff. She dropped onto her elbows, sinking her upper body down further.
"Holy fuck sweetheart, warn me next time." He said from the doorway, his voice low and rough. She hit her head on the underside of the bed in shock. 
"Oww fucking mother fucking shit!"
"Crap, are you ok? What are you even doing?" He joined her by the bed, trying to peer underneath.
"Suitcase," she replied, her voice muffled by the depths of the bed, "aha! Got it!" She edged out from under the bed, pulling the case with her and emerged victorious. Sitting back on her heels, she set the case upright and moved to rub her head. He tilted her head down so he could check for damage and kissed the tiny bruise forming in her hairline.
"Did you hurt yourself, are you ok?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.
"I'm fine, you made me jump, that's all. Believe me, I've hit my head more times than I care to remember and survived."
"I didn't mean to make you jump. But then I also didn't expect you to be on your hands and knees."
"Happens more often than you'd think when I'm with you." She teased. 
"Well, I don't think I can be entirely blamed for that." Callie rose up to bring her body flush against his, the lingering effect of him seeing her on hands and knees still evident. 
"Oh no, we're definitely both to blame there." She brushed her lips gently across his, barely touching him. Jason's hands were already running down the curves of her bum and pulling her closer. She let out a little whimper and pressed her hips into his, kissing him again, this time with more intent.
"Happy to take that." He mumbled against her. 
"Hmm how 'bout you take me instead?" Her hands were busy lifting up the latest Big Slick t-shirt up his torso. She pulled it up and over his head, slinging it behind her somewhere and brushed her fingertips over his stomach. He grumbled a little, trying to move her hands away but she intertwined their fingers, "Uhuh, none of that, you love every inch of me so let me love every inch of you."
"Sweetheart I-" She pressed another kiss to his lips. 
"I literally can't keep my hands off you, you're perfect to me."
"Crazy." He sighs against her. 
"Yep, you make me crazy." She kissed a hot path down through his beard, hands back to his waistband briefly before pulling her own top over her head. "I didn't expect packing to turn into this." She admitted, breathless. 
"I didn't expect to find you the way I did. If you're going to New York for a few weeks before me, you're gonna have to leave me with something."
"How about the promise that you can fuck me throughout the whole house the second you get there?" He groaned in approval somewhere between her breasts. "And we still have a few hours til I have to leave?" She turned on her knees in his arms, her back flush to his chest. One large hand reached up to pinch a pebbled nipple while his dominant hand slipped into her underwear to cup her.
"Fuck, you're so wet." He bit the soft flesh between her neck and shoulder. 
"Oh god," she breathed, her knees weakening, his hand on her breast held her upright. "babe I'm never not wet for you. Please, please-" She moaned as he rolled tight circles against her clit.
"What do you need?"
"You, god I need you to get me through the next two weeks alone." His laugh was a low rumble against her back, 
"Not sure I'm gonna survive two weeks without you." She shoved her leggings down and ground her hips back against him. 
"I'm gonna think of you every day," She reached her own hand to join with his against her clit, "It's gonna drive me mad waiting for you." He traced a finger down her spine, a gentle request for her to lean forward. Once she was resting on her forearms, he pushed into her, making her legs tremble."Fuuuck." She exhaled. He stilled against her for a minute, caressing her back and bum, leaning into her to drop kisses on the back of her neck. He pulled almost fully out of her and then, gripping her hips, pushed back into her hard and fast. His pace was relentless, the angle so deep and perfect, she was an incoherent mess. She pushed back up onto her knees and he took the opportunity to pinch her nipples again, the pain mingling with the intensity of her pleasure and sending her over the edge. His name was a mantra on her lips as she came, grateful for the loose arm across her collarbone holding her up. Hearing his name over and over tumbling from her mouth had him coming in no time at all. She sat back into his lap as he kissed her neck. "How am I going to get by without you?" She murmured finally with her breath back, slipping out of his lap. Jason leaned forward to capture her warm lips in a soft kiss. 
"Same as I'm gonna have to without you. Who's bright idea was it to divide and conquer the next two weeks?"
"Yours, so we could have a whole week away together afterwards."
"Ahh yeah, guess you'd better forgive me then?" 
"Hmm only if you help me pack?"
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Tagging: @tegan8314 💜
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ktchie · 5 months
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'Save a horse ride a cowboy'
Ted x reader
Fluff and smut
♡additional tags: smut, p in v, creampie, reader hates Halloween, Ted in a cowboy costume, a little daddy kink, She/her pronouns.
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◇ she hates Halloween but maybe Ted can change that?
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Her dreaded day is fast approaching, the leaves scattered around the ground - brown and dry from the autumn.
A lone pumpkin, yellow and bright under the shying sun, glare at her from a stairwell of a random flat. Its triangle eyes, hollow from any emotion and sympathy seemingly bore into her as if telling her to submit to its command and the inevitable event that will happen 2 days from now.
She averted her eyes quickly, sweat dripped down her nape as she fasten her pace.
She hated Halloween more than any day there is, she would rather choose her family's dysfunctional Christmas dinner with 5 grown adults yelling at eachother and 3 crying children than be caught dead wearing a ridiculous costume that would tarnish her reputation and self image.
Contrary to Roy, she doesnt hate Halloween because of the loud children and their questionable attire that varies from appropriate character from a cartoon show or a superhero franchise and to some wierd and super inappropriate costume that would and will get a atleast 50 concern side eyes (like a nun smoking a tobacco or pope Francis with devil horns and blood pouring out of his mouth)
She hated Halloween because of her coworkers (mainly Rebecca, keeley and Higgins) and their insistent for her to wear a bloody costumes every damn year. Rebecca would email her and would ask her what she will be going as on the Halloween, the first few times it would only be an additional note, a passing normal interest at the month of October but as the day goes by and the 3rd week rolls around Rebecca's previous important email that is relevant to the well being of the club was replaced by a 5 to 10 sentence regarding the importance of Halloween and how essential it is, to both to yourself and to others, to wear a costume and to have fun. The email will come to her 2 times in one day, sometimes even 3 and in worst times even 5 (if Rebecca is really desperate or in a sour mood) which will automatically go into her spam folder.
And it is also widely known on Richmond that Keeley Jones goes a little unhinged whenever the month of October rolls by. Her energy seems to crank up to its highest peak when the autumn breeze finally grace her skin. So naturally, Halloween would be a BIG BIG deal for her. Massive deal. A deal the size of Asia and Europe combined. A deal that she, unfortunately, has to deal with too.
Keeley Jones, despite of having a own company of her to run, was quiet frequent on the Afc Richmond building. Always lurking on the hallway with her bright pink shoes and heart melting grin (in the normal month) however, when its October - Keleey's only destination is her own fucking office. She would burst in guns blazing and teeth bared with no knocking whatsoever and ask her (more like yelled at her) what her costume will be on Halloween, in which she would proceed to answer with 'none' which in return would make Keeley Jones fumed with anger and rant about her being no fun while calling her all kinds of creative names under the sun.
The two women was both amusing and irritating at the same time, she had to admit that their desperation to get her to celebrate the nonsense Holliday of the 31st of October was quiet funny in their own way. What is not funny however is Higgins..
Leslie Higgins, a man as gentle as a falling feather and whose laugh could light up the entire room, can actually turn into a 10feet tall demonic entity whenever he heard 'Halloween' and 'no costume' in one sentence. Maybe it has something to do with him being a father of 5 children, getting so used to dressing them up that it was downright ridiculous and criminal that she wouldn't. He would breath heavily like a bull whenever she say no and he would look at her in the eye and speak to her, though very calmly she could very well see the veins throbbing on his forehead, and would explain how important it is for her to dress up and to celebrate the day because if he wouldn't he would no longer talk to her and would rather die than be near her ever again (dramatic, but something tells her he wasn't lying)
So, in a desperate attempt to make him leave and calm down she had agreed, she told Leslie she's going to dress up and that he doesn't have to worry about anything else.
She's still deciding if she's lying or not.
She opened her front door with a sigh, the exhaustion visible on her tired eyes.
She had gone home more later than everyone else because of the heavy work load that she had let pile up over the last few weeks due to her avoidance to go to work and accidently bump into the monster trio.
She sat down on her couch before throwing her shoes somewhere in the room, groaning in pleasure as her back met the soft cushion.
The comfort of her own home enveloping her suddenly, all the tension gone from her shoulder and all the worrying thoughts of her work vanish from her head.
Then her phone rang,
"Goddammit.." she mumbled with a frown, head thrown back and eyes closed. She let it rung for a few second before reaching for it.
"Hello?" Her voice was groggy, a clear indication she was tired.
"Yellow!" Ted's voice were loud on the other side of the phone, awfully cheery despite it being late in the evening. "You takin' a nap? You sounds a lil' raspy, oh no I didnt wake ya up did i?"
A soft smile made its way on her lips, a smile only Ted could make. "Uh no, I was about to though. I just got back from work"
"You just got back?! Don't office hours end at 5?!"
"Got alot of work that held me back, I don't want to let it keep piling up on my desk like a leaning tower of Pisa"
"Darn, you must have a heck of a day" she hummed in confirmation before closing her eyes again. "Have you even had lunch yet? Ya didnt came in the locker room earlier, thought ya had lunch on your own but now I have a suspicion that you didnt eat at all"
She took her time to answer, Ted's voice bringing her comfort and making her a little drowsy. "Didnt eat lunch, im planning to order a pizza later for dinner"
"You sounds really tired, darlin' and listen, I know I ain't exactly the proper man to tell ya this but pizza ain't good for ya" Ted had replied, a hint of worry on his voice. "Pizza is a-okay once a week, but you been eatin' it nonstop these days, im gettin' a lil worried"
"Im not going to suddenly drop dead because of pizza, that will be a humiliating way to go out" she replied with a sigh, scratching her eye. "But sure whatever, ill have a cup of tea instead"
"I still can't believe y'all drink that sewer water willingly, you better eat something good with that garbage drink"
"I don't know what else to eat beside pizza if I'm being honest and I'm too fucking tired to cook anything else" she groaned and adjust herself on the coach. "I'll just have a big breakfast tomorrow"
"Are you tellin' me that tea is only thing you'll be having tonight?" he had stated, putting a harsh emphasis on the word 'tea' as if it was someone he wanted to kill.
"Am I hearin' you right, hun? Not only did you not eat lunch but you are willingly, without a gun to your pretty little head, going to drink that poop water and nothin' else?"
She laugh lightly and she desperately try to ignore the sick sick part of her brain that is telling her she looks like a giggling love sick school girl talking to her crush. "Yes Ted, im going to drink tea and only tea and head to bed. If you and a perfectly fine beverage have some beef going on, leave me out of it. I can't let you persuade me on hating our national drink and risk the Queen catching a whiff of my traitorous blood and shoot me in the head"
"She would do that?" Ted asked, genuinely afraid.
She chuckled "no, Ted. I'm fucking with you" she settled deep on the cushions, fully laying herself down.
"She'll hire a few men to raid my house and make my death look like a suicide"
"Oh well thats smart, but I prefer if you're alive and well"
She laugh a little "do you need something, Ted? Its quiet late, shouldn't you be watching some trashy reality show right now?"
"Oh it can wait, I can have coach beard summarize the love island for me tomorrow" he cheerily replied and some part of her are envious of him being so happy in such a tiring night. "I called ya because I wanna know what you'll be wearin' on Halloween night"
A glass shattered on the background and the small smile plastered on her lips fell as quickly as she can blink.
"Jesus christ, not you too" she groaned lowly, eyes closing not in exhaustion but in irritation.
"What? Just askin' cause im gosh darn curious! I asked boss what you'll be goin' as but she pulled a funny face and told me to ask you myself!"
She cursed Rebecca in her brain.
"What brought this on anyway?" She wiped her face with her hand with a sighed.
"Oh well our resident genius Nathan Shelby told me that Rebecca host the best Halloween party every year and it got me all kinds of exicted! 'Been awhile since I went to one of those, in college I always go to parties y'know? Even nonsense ones, I mostly went for the booze and the free food cause I was hella broke and I ain't got no money to even feed myself" Ted voice went down a little at the end, as if reminiscing the time where he couldn't even find a single nickle on his wallet. "So it got me thinkin' that I should really go all out this year, don't ya think so? My first party ever since I turned 30, I don't even know If I can still chug an entire jug of beer but we'll see"
"Jesus Ted, you sounds like frat boy" she grimaced lightly but a pleasant image of Ted wearing a backwards cup and a stupid grin on his baby face got her all giggly.
Maybe he'll let her do a body shot on him, lick the fucking salt on his neck and take him home to her flat the next minute.
"Oh I was a frat boy, alright! Got nothin' better to do in college than cause trouble and play football - y'know the one with a brown ball that looks like a wallnut? That football - though i didn't get to play much, coach said i was too giddy and too happy, that instead of making the other team annoyed i cheer them up, its crazy even Beardo said so. Speaking of Beard he was a beast back then! You should've seen him! You'll love him, he's always laughing and always loud, got in all kinds of bad troubles but he set himself straight in the end. I'm very proud of him"
She heard their story before from beard, or willis (he had revealed his name after weeks of nonstop questioning and obnoxious teasing) she had learned how they came to be Ted and Beard, how insufferable they were like two giggling school girls that had known eachother since birth. How beard became beard and how much an asshole (his own words, not hers) he was to Ted back then. He had told her the time he was sleeping on his couch, how his back felt funny and ache weirdly every morning, how he could map out Ted's house with his eyes closed and ears shut because of how much time he spent in there. How Henry felt so much like his kid, how he watch him grew up and how he had been there when the kid lost his first tooth or rode his own bike.
He owes Ted alot, he had told her. Said he would lay his down his life for him with no question ask and no hesitation on his mind. That Ted is kindest man he had ever met, that he see no wrong in someone even when its staring at him right in the face, even when his own friend stole the car he had been saving for since high-school and almost wreck it.
"Im sure you are, Ted" she replied, picking a piece of loose thread on her couch pillow. "I uh, I don't think I'll attend the party"
"YOU WHAT?!"
She quickly pull the phone away from her ear with a grimaced."Yeahhhh, I just don't really like partying"
"THATS A LIE! I KNOW YOU'RE LYIN' YOU KNOW WHAT? IM COMING OVER RIGHT NOW-"
"Ted im really tired-"
"And I'll make you more tired, don't you dare lock your door or I'll break it in I swear to god-"
She laughed lightly "are you actually going to come over? This is crazy Ted, and for what? Because I'm not coming to that stupid party?"
"IT AINT STUPID, YOU WATCH YOUR MOUTH!" He breathed heavily and she hear a clang of keys followed by a loud thump and a whisper of curse. "-shit, bump my darn knee on the table. This is your fault"
"Im not even there, Ted. That's all on you"
"Yeah but you got me all panicky and annoyed, im comin' over there I'm bringing my left over pasta so you could put a decent meal on your tummy"
God she's so stupidly inlove with him. "Is it your famous spaghetti that you have been bragging about these past few weeks? I heard its good, keleey said its to die for"
"Quit being sweet to me, missy. I'm still annoyed and I'm still comin' over and once I get there we're goin' to eat my pasta and talk about your bad decision okay? Like a proper talk, like a therapy session Dr. Sharon and I been doin' these past few weeks"
"Do I have to cry and tell you my childhood problems and let you figure out how it connects to my annoyance on Halloween?"
"See? Youre already pro at this, just sit pretty and wait for me"
She chuckled lightly and stretched, yawning. "Are you really going to come over?" She had asked "Cause I think I'm about to fall asleep now"
"Ya can fall asleep once I get there and after we ate my pasta, m'kay?" Ted replied followed by a front door closing and being locked.
She blink sleepy as she listen to him "alright, ill wait for you"
"Atta girl" he whispered and she tried to ignore the heat on her stomach as he did so.
Ted arrived with a loud bang, her door hitting the wall so hard she thought it would bust a hole in.
"What the hell?!" She lightly yelled before laughing, watching as Ted pant with a Tupperware of spaghetti on his left hand.
"Sorry, god, wait gotta catch my breath first" he hit his chest a couple of times and cough a little. "Okay, sorry, got excited. But I brought my spaghetti!" He raised it with a large grin, dimple and teeth out and oh she wish  she could kiss him right there.
"I see that you did" she leaned on the marble bar of her kitchen as she watched him walked over to her, eyes ranking up and down.
God he looks good, how dare he?
"And I see that you're still sleepy" he grinned and put the tupper wear down beside her, looking down to meet her eyes.
"Gonna put you to bed, after our talk m'kay?"
"That a promise?" She blinked at him flirty, a sweet smirk playing on her lips.
"N-not that kind of put to bed" Ted looks panicky, flushing pink on her gaze.
"Bummer" she mumbled with a pout before straightening her posture. "Come help me with plates, let's talk while we eat yeah?"
"Y-yeah"
Okay, maybe her drowsiness is making her a little more bolder, more braver, more yearnful for what she wants. Makes her want to capture his very being on her palm and not let go until the sky fall from above.
She wouldn't flirt with him on a good day, wouldn't even smirk at him if she can help it. He's a recently divorced man who has eyes as sad as whimpering puppy, looking anything and anywhere with a kind of desperation you would only find on someone so despondent and so so alone. He wasn't available on the public market, wasn't meant to be courted when she knows his heart still depict someone's else image, she knows he loves Michelle, miss her everyday, and she knows deep on her bones she could not barge in roses in her mouth and poems on her hand and offer to take him out on a date he would never forget.
"Why is the spaghetti cold?" She asked with a frown as she took a bite, water on her side instead of wine because Ted insisted that she should drink something normal for once.
"Spgahti ish dbest win clmpd" she frowned and watched him hold a finger up before swallowing his food. "Sorry. i said spaghetti is the best when its cold"
"Well its not bad" she shrugged as she ate it. "So how's your day? Heard Roy got mad on Jaime again, per usual of course, but this time he was about to tear his throat out"
Ted nod his head "yes, yes, ill tell ya all 'bout it later but first were gotta talk about the Halloween party"
She groaned loudly, throwing her head back. "Must we do this? Really?"
"Yes, really" he wiped his mouth with a napkin before taking a sip on his water, she could not help but feel like he was about to question her every actions and decision as if she was placed under government surveillance.
"Its really not a big deal, teddy. I just don't like going to parties"
"No, no, I heard ya' goin' to bunch of parties before, specially new-year. You're lyin' to me"
Goddamit.
"Fine" she raised her hand in defense, tired. "Seems like I can't lie my way around here so ill give it to you straight.." she took a deep breath, dreading it. Ted watched her closely, brown eyes boaring into her own and if she wasn't sleepy and wasn't bothered by the topic she would mention how beautiful they are.
"I don't like dressing up"
He slam his fork down. "THATS ABSURD!"
"Wow I didnt expect that big of a reaction at all"
"You tellin' me, someone, someone I gosh darn know! Dont like wearin' costume on Halloween? Thats like- thats like worse than murder!"
Her eyes widen "okay thats a little-"
Ted nod calming down a little "yeah yeah, I know, a little dramatic. It ain't worse than murder at all, I was just-" he poke his heart. "Just lost in the moment AND ITS YOUR FAULT!" he pointed at her
She laughed lightly.
"It wasn't even that bad! I just don't like doing it, its perfectly fine"
"No it ain't! I have never met someone like ya before! People always like dressing up, doesn't matter how bad it looks, Halloween is for everyone, its the only day its legal to pretend you're someone else" he's slowly losing his mind.
"I get that and I fully support that but its just not for me" she explained, finally finished with her spaghetti and she had to admit it was pretty fucking good. "I have to say, you're a good cook i didnt expect-"
"NO! FORGET ABOUT THE GOSH DARN SPAGHETTI!" He pointed at her face
"Youre goin' to the party even if i have to drag your bum in there"
She whistled, eyebrows up and eyes a little wide. "Oh my, I didnt know you're into that"
"Shut it" he stated but the blush on his cheeks are apprent.
"Youre goin' that's final, wrapped your self in a toilet paper if ya don't got any costume, you just have to be there"
"You literally cannot make me" she shrugged, leaning on the chair with arms crossed. "Im not going to that party even if you have to put a gun to my head, I don't like Halloween, I don't like costumes and I dojt like candies"
"YOU DONT LIKE CANDIES-" he stop himself before taking a deep breath, controlling his emotions. "Its like, its like I don't know you at all"
"Ted we've been friends for like 2 years, of course you don't"
Ted shook his head, distraught. As if the revelation of her dislike for the holiday might send him spiral to a pit of hopelessness. "If you ain't goin, im not goin'"
Her eyes widen. "What the hell are you on about?"
He looked up to her, eyes hard, determined. Like a soldier off to war.
'This is ridiculous' she had thought
"I said, im not goin if ya ain't goin"
"Y-you can't do that! The others would kill me!" She yelled, panic settling deep on her guts. Rebecca would literally drag her corpse on the road, yelling shame! Shame! Shame! While the folks of richmond would throw shit at her face. "Ted, they'll do worse than kill me. Keleey would use my skin to make herself a new bag, you can't do this to me"
"Oh I will" he pointed, shoulder squared. "I will blame it all on ya', if they ask why I ain't goin' ill tell them it was you"
"This is crazy! Why are you even doing this?!" She asked him, wanting to laugh and wanting to cry on how fucking mental it is.
"Why do I even- why do you even want me there?!"
"BECAUSE!"
"THATS NOT A PROPER REASON, IDIOT!" she yelled before groaning, throwing her hands up. "FINE! FINE! IM GOING! GOD!"
He then grinned, big, wide and bright that she had to squint. She hates the part of her brain that told her that suffering on the party is all worth it if she could see him like this for a second , smiling just for her. Its crazy how he can make everything more livable just by existing.
"I know ya would come around"
She scoffed "like you just didn't threaten me"
"Had to do it" he shrugged, still smiling, still joyous. It makes her heart melt.
"Whatever" she looked away when he met her eyes, blush slithering on her cheeks. "Im going only because of you, you hear?"
It was his turn to blush, dimple deep on his cheek and eyes glimmering. "Yes ma'am" he looked down, suddenly shy. "And I'm only goin cause of ya' either"
She gave him a sideways glance, suspicious. "You sure its not for the beer?"
"Nah, just for ya" she suddenly had a sick sick disgusting urge to giggle. "Ya make everythin' better, not the booze"
God she's so inlove with him she would carved a pumpkin right now if he ask.
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She went as ghostface.
Tight black shirt and a sweatpants with fake blood (ketchup) splattered on her white shoes and arms. Its a simple costume that required a little amount of effort and money. And she had to admit, she look hot as fuck, she just wished the security guard up front had let her kept the kitchen knife but no matter how many pleading and yelling of 'its not real!' The man wouldn't budge.
She stood next to Rebecca whose dress could send any man with eyes falling on the floor. She went as maleficent, with horns, high cheek bones and everything that made her almost fall inlove with her.
"Hows the drink?" She had asked, smiling at her so pleasantly ever since she had got there.
"Terrible"
"Oh?" She blinked, confused. Blood red lips almost scowling. "Was it too strong?"
"Not strong enough" she replied with a teasing smile that made her boss rolled her eyes.
"Of course you would say that, the one person here that wants to go home"
"Thats not true" she laughed, putting her glass down before leaning on the wall. Watching as the other dance on the floor, some giggling and some stumbling.
"Im actually enjoying myself"
"I doubt it" Rebecca raised her perfectly drawn brow before a slow teasing grin slithered its way on her red lips. "Ted isn't here yet"
She ignored the heat on her ears
"Are you implying i can only enjoy this party if Ted is here? That he's the sunlight on my dark days? Because if so then you're are one hundred percent corre- holy fucking shit, get out of the way" she quickly, as fast can blink, lightly push Rebecca off the view of the entrance door.
"Goodness!"
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph is that Ted fucking Lasso dressed up as a cowboy?" Keeley -dressed as katniss everdeen - strolled in like a ghost in the night, suddenly popping up, a cola on her hand.
"I think I'm about to faint" y/n confessed with a heavy breath while clutching her heart. Rebecca giggled next to her, gently holding her arm.
"Look at him walking around like he doesn't have half of the woman's eyes on him, he's killing me, he's fucking killing me"
"Look at that ass, oh that is criminal" keeley stated with a whistled, watching as Ted walked around, greeting people with a laugh and a smile.
"Is that a whip?" Y/n squinted her eyes and oh  fuck it is, it is a whip, right on the holster on his hips - she swallowed thickly, the familiar heat of desperation drawing a line on her stomach.
"I have to say, im impres-"
"Im going to ride him"
Keeley choked on her drink
"excuse you?" Rebecca's head whipped around to look at y/n's face, eyes blown wide.
"Forget about the horse, im going to ride Ted Lasso tonight"
"Y-youre going to hook up with him?" Keleey asked her carefully a grin on her lips. "Tonight? Like actually tonight?"
"If he let's me" she answered though her eyes still hangs heavy on Ted Lasso who is currently standing across the room with Beard beside him dressed as Alan from the hangover.
"So you're going to confessed?" Rebecca then asked "Because this is your opportunity to tell him what you really feel, this is your time"
Ted's eyes suddenly met hers and suddenly - everything stops.
The chatter, the song, even the loud flash of cameras and the yells of the drunk. As if one look from him can make the whole world stop turning, made the time crumbles and lay dust beneath his foot.
She could hear her breathing, slow and full and deep. As if he's taking it away, feeding from her own soul. For a minute she would let him, let him take it all, place her heart on his palm and make him promise to keep it close, pour her soul onto his mouth and kiss it to seal its lock, reduce herself into nothing but atoms and dust and particles on the air and be kept in a jar, forever still, forever there, forever on him.
Ted grinned so beautifully she could cry, he gave her a wave, almost shy, almost adoring before he took his first step towards her. Every foot the same rhythm as her heart, for a second she believed in soul mate and for a second she had hoped it was him.
"Hes coming this way!" Keeley squealed lowly, turning away from him and walked towards the bar. "Im going to pretend I dont know you so you can jump on him, okay?"
"Im going to, uh, going over there! Right there to Higgins" she scrambled to lift off her gown and run lightly towards her assistance who's currently dressed as a Frankenstein.
Ted walked towards her, apologizing to the people he had bumped on his way. She doesnt think she can love anyone like this dork..
He wore a flannel, blue and black and rolled over his thick forearms. It was tucked inside his jeans, scandalously tight on his muscled thighs. There's a leather belt slithered between it, thick with a silver buckled on its front. A whip and a fake gun hang on each side.
There's a red bandana hanging on his neck and brown cowboy hat place upon his head.
Ted lasso looks sinful underneath the beating lights and shadows, like a proper seduction on a night, dress in pure temptation with a smile that held thousand of promise.
"Howdy, ma'am" he tipped his hat on her, winking. "Never have i thought I would see a lady as fine as you are"
She pray to get she wouldn't get a nosebleed. "Why thank you, cowboy" she push her mask down, hiding the grin and the blush on her cheek.
"I must say, you look good enough to eat-" she approached him a little, standing close. "-ya wouldn't mind a little bite would ya', sweetheart?"
Ted swallowed "n-not at all"
"What got you stuttering now, little lamb?" She went up to his face, titling her head a little, as if taunting him. "Youre not scared are you?"
Thank fuck for the mask, if it wasn't for it she would be on the floor right now, confidence and determination gone and replaced by the undying need to have him and never let go.
"you're really into your character arent ya?" Ted grinned at you.
"Was i?" She peered up to him with smirk, removing the mask off her face. "What are you going to do about it, cowboy? Lasso me away?"
Ted's dimple become apparent "Might have to if ya keep this up" he titled his head "Whisk you away out'a 'ere and show you what happens to a pretty little naughty thing like ya'"
Her breath hitched, body hot and guts swirlin. Her fingers itched to yank his collar and kiss him stupid.
"Yeah?" She uttered breathlessly
Ted nod his head, gaze stuck on her mouth. "Mhm, but ya would like that wouldn't ya? Have ya with me, bound and tied. Bet you would love it, a minx like ya'"
"Oh I would love it alright" she looked up to him with half lided eyes, almost drank on the words spouting of his mouth.
"Specially so because its you"
Ted had blushed then, red and harsh even under the thousand beating lights. He chuckled, the magic that reside between them now gone, replaced by the silence that you could only get when everything is light and adoring and filled with colors of love and feelings too big for your own heart.
"I uh," he looked down "im glad ya' came, thought ya wouldn't"
She chuckled and took a step back, away from his space.
"I told you I would didn't I?"
"Yeah I know but I thought you're just foolin' me, get me to shut up"
"Ted i would literally pay you my entire savings just to NEVER shut up" she smiled when he shyly looked away. "You know how much I enjoy you talk, even about things I do not understand like a 100 years old pop culture reference from an ancient movie"
"Im not that old" he grumbled rather adorably and it took everything on her not to pinch his cheeks.
"Yeah? Bet your hips would pop if I took you to the dance floor right now"
He stared at her for a couple of seconds before a grin erupted on his lips. "Is this your way of asking me to dance?"
She sighed "depends, are you going to say yes?"
"You gosh darn right I will!" He had replied with a big smile before interrupting it with a pointed finger " 'n not cause of your allegations about my perfectly fine hips, its cause I want to dance with ya'"
"I know that ted" she laughed, grabbing his hand suddenly, warm and big and rough. She likes it. "Now show me what you got, cowboy. You're too fine not to show off on the dance floor"
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They stumbled around the flat, kissing heatedly - all teeth and tounge and the pain of desperation to consume.
"Fuck, you're killing me" she grumbled, eyes half lided and lips red and wet. Her fingers worked in frenzy to take off every clothing he wore, buttons flying and his hat somewhere on the floor.
"Did I mention how good you look tonight?" She nose his neck, licking a stripe that had him shivering. "Did I, darling?"
"N-no, oh god" he moaned when her palm squeezed the outline of his cock on his tight jeans.
She smirked and bit him lightly on the skin between his shoulder.
"Well you are, my love." She whispered, not even bothering to give a flying fuck on the nickname she had accidently slip out. "Absolutely handsome, couldn't keep my fucking eyes off you you know that?"
Ted looked half drunk across you, hair a mess and neck covered with bites. "I-i didnt know ya find, ngh- I didnt know ya find me t-that attractive, sweetheart"
"All the flirting wasn't enough then?" She questioned, pushing him to fall on the couch and he did, easily, with a grunt and a look of anticipation and dark lust.
"Looks like you're more of a visual learner eh?" She sat on his lap, grinding her heated core on his hard cock - wet with slick and thick between her thighs. "What do you say, cowboy? Gonna let me ride you till sunrise?"
Ted moaned loudly, hands gripping her waist and nails digging on the flesh. "Y-yes please"
She smiled, hands slithering on his hair before pulling it to bare his throat to her like a submissive prey would. "Dont worry, darling. I'll take good care of you"
In one move his cock was inside her, thick and splitting her open. A gush of slick drip down her thighs and Ted moaned loudly, not a care in the world. "God.." he groaned, throwing his head back. "Feels good, fuck, ya feel so fuckin' good baby doll"
The nickname send shiver down her spine, a tingling of heat and cold.
"Squeezin' my damn cock so fuckin' tight" he licked his lips before grinning up to her, eyes lazy, dark and blown wide. "Ya sure this cunt ain't made f'me, dollface? You takin' my cock like champ"
She moaned on his filthy words, tounge frozen and chest tight. She could feel him inside her, deep on her guts, moving and rearranging anything it can reach.
"Yeah-fuck, look at ya'" he strike a palm on her ass, loud. "Beautiful thing sat on my cock, s'yours yeah?" He took her mouth, gifting her a wet kiss, pulling her bottom lip. "How ya feelin', bunny? Feels good?"
"Y-yes, feels-fuck, feel so full" she arched her back as Ted's hand went to her waist, big palm squeezing it thigh with his thumb caressing the skin he can reach.
"Cock's too big, ain't it?" He questioned, a lazy smirk on his lips. "Fitting into your tiny cunt just right though yeah? Look at it" his other hand went to her soaking pussy, caressing her folds before sucking it clean with a hummed. "Swallowing me whole easily, what a good fuckin' girl ya are. Makes me wonder if ya can take my cock on the back, fill ya up even more what'd ya say?"
He pulled her close and she gasped as his dick pierced her impossibly more deeper. "Talk to me, darlin'" he nose her neck, breathing warmth on her throat. "Gonna let your man tear ya' up from behind? Shoot my cum inside ya till you're a drippy mess hm?"
Goodness his fucking mouth..' she had thought, shivering.
"Bet ya would huh?" He bit a skin on her neck before sucking it harshly, drawing a bruise and a shiver on her spine. She moaned when his hands went to her ribs, big they were and rough, a hands of a man who could toss her around. "Bet ya would even beg for it, ya naughty thing"
His fingers went to her shoulder, brushing it gently with heavy breath and heated eyes. Tracing the collar bone and the line between her breast before his fingers reach her perked up nipple - making her shudder. "Beautiful" he whispered lowly, as if it was a secret meant only for himself. His hand envelop her whole breast, playing with it as his cock speared her in a pace that had her toes curling. She could feel every vein inside her, every thrust had her cunt quivering and gushing, painting his pelvis with her own slick.
His mouth went to her nipple, hot and smooth and soaking. His tounge swirled and his lashes flutter as he closed his eyes, the hand on her ribs pulled her much closer than before and Ted sucked at her nipple like a man starve, groaning.
She bounce on his cock, moaning wantonly from the fullness between her thighs, she swore she could feel his dick on her throat, so deep and so thick it was splitting her open, making a room inside her just for his cock and his alone.
"Thats it" he remove his mouth off her nipple with a pop before throwing his head back. "Thats it, dollface. Take my cock like ya own it" he clenched his jaw, the litte hair dangling on his forehead moving at every movement she makes, long eyelashes closed and mouth slightly agape.
She moaned when his hips started moving, meeting her thrust halfway through, it hit the hidden spot inside her that made her want to scream and sob and stop at the same time. "T-ted, Ted, Ted!" She repeated his name like a mantra, like a broken prayer of a desperate man, filled with adoration and lust and yearning for something she doesnt even know what.
He groaned loudly, almost like a growl of a feral man before he sat up more straighter, grabbing her closely, impossibly close, pushing her head on his neck and hugging her tight on his own sweaty body that it render immovable and writhing in pleasure. "Gonna fuck your pretty little pussy just like this yeah?" He stated in her ear before his hips started moving much faster, more harder, hitting her spot over and over again that every thrust had her gushing and moaning.
"Yeah, fuck yeah, t-take it, take it, take it" he repeated in her ear, thick thick cock spearing her mercilessly until she was sobbing and drawing her nails on his shoulder.
"S'too m-much!" She complained and yet she widen her thighs further more, savoring the feeling of his wet cock. "T-teddyy" she whined, pushing her face into his neck as tears fell from her eyes.
"What got ya cryin' now, sweetheart?" He chuckled breathlessly, hips still moving, dick still splitting her open. His hand went to her nape, grabbing it with his whole palm before pulling it to glimpse at her fucked out face. "Even with tears drippin' on your cheeks you're fuckin' beautiful" he pecked her lips sweetly before drawing back, a grin on his lips. "'S my cock too much for ya' dolly? Daddy hurtin' your cunt hm? Do-dont worry.." his hand tighten. "Gonna give ya my cum to make it all better"
That was the last straw of it all, snapping everything in place, cogs turning and limbs rigid.
She came on his cock with a cry and a thousand tears on her cheeks, back arching and quivering that Ted had to hold him more tighter. She could feel her cum dripping down his cock, soaking him wet. Ted moaned in return, loving the filth of it all, basking on it even - he watched her face relax and brows furrowed, letting herself be used even when her cunt throbs.
"T-teddy" she whined lowly, biting her lip. Her hand went to his arm, gripping it tight. "C-cant, m'too, im too s-sensitive!"
"Just a lil' mo-more" he groaned, holding her waist now, lifting her up and bringing her down, completely using her like she was only a hole for him, a cum dump. "Ya can take it, d-darlin'. M'sure ya could yeah? Jus-just a little, be good f'me"
She squealed and she sob, soaping cunt loud at every thrust. He was breathing heavily then, sweating like a dog in heat as he split her. Thighs sticky and cunt still dripping.
"Fu-fuck, bunny" he groaned, grinding her on his throbbing cock. "M' close, f-fuck, so fuckin' close" he whined, head thumping on her chest, breath warming her breast. "G-gonna cum, can-can i, can I fill ya' up? Pleas-please please, oh god.." the sound he had made was between a sob and a moan, it made her guts coil, made her cheeks hot.
"Mhm hm" she nod her head quickly, pulling him close to him. "P-please cum inside me, t-ted pl-please" tears drip down her cheeks, cunt swollen and clit throbbing with need. Hes stretching her wide, touching every corner of her inside.
"Y-yeah, thank you dolly, fu-fuck thank you" he groaned and push his hips much faster, fucking her silly with his cock. "Gonna fill your pretty pussy up nice and good yeah?" He was breathing heavily, heaving chest and throbbing cock. She can feel it more on her guts, a dull bump on her tummy at every movement he makes."G-gonna have ya drippin' f'me, use ya' like a fuckin hole and dump my spunk into your pussy yeah? Fuck!" He gave a harsh thrust "Oh god, sweetheart oh fuck i love you"
Her eyes widen.
"Love ya' so fuckin' much" he growled, pulling her onto his lap before he lift his hips up and gave her a single harsh thrust. "Fucking take it, take it, take it" he repeated in her ear as his cum came flooding in, hot and so so many.
"Yeah, s-shit look'a that. 'S too much its dripping out'a ya'" he groaned, thrusting slower then, riding his high.
"Ya did such a good job" he sighed as he had stopped, pulling out of her with a low moan and a shudder.
He kissed her forehead with a lazy grin.  "Lets get ya clean-"
"You said you love me" she interrupted him with a wide eyes and a blushing cheeks.
"What?"
"You told me you love me" she repeated, as if in trance. "You said you love me so much earlier, you repeated it twice, Ted"
Ted sat frozen underneath her before looking away, suddenly so so sad.
"I-yeah, okay, no point in-in denying i supposed" his brows furrowed and his eyes had turned into that softer gentler look that had her heart always aching. "I love ya..for, for a long time. Don't know how it started and I'm quiet upset im confessing to ya' like this but what do I do" he chuckled but the humour on it was gone. He met her eyes, earnest, adoring, the same gaze he had used to looked at her for as long as she can remember, a gaze she couldn't put a finger on back then but could finally see it as clearly as day now.
"I love you, im inlove with you, stu-stupidly so and I get it if ya don't feel the same, its okay and I can do whatever ya like me too after this, I can walk away or I can pretend to never know ya at-"
She kissed him.
She kissed him like he would loose him.
Like any second he would turn into ashes, flew in the air and never to be return again. Tasted him like It would be her last to see him for a very long time, as if he's off to war with death hanging like a noose on his head, ready to pull and ready to kill.
"I love you too, you fucking idiot" she grinned up to him, eyes wet and cheeks hurting.
"I love you, Ted. I fucking love you"
Ted smiled, big and bright despite the darkness of the night. He looks beautiful with happiness lingering on his eyes.
"Can I kiss you?"
"Yes, fuck yes"
Their lips met and yeah..yeah maybe Halloween wasn't too bad.
Ted smiled on her lips and it tasted sickeningly sweet as a melted sugar.
Yep, it definitely wasn't bad at all.
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Kinktober Day 1- Mirror Sex (Jason Sudeikis x Fem!Reader)
aaaand here's day one! enjoy! also ps it's actually me in this clip talking to jason. he found me and we got married last weekend. go ahead and call me cal sudeikis.
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pairing: Jason Sudeikis x Fem!Reader
word count: 1410
warnings: unprotected sex (bc sometimes it's hard to write the condom in, guys), mirror sex obviously, fingering, bad words
a/n: pumped this out for you guys before bed. obviously it is mirror sex and obviously it is rpf so if that bothers you just scroll. if it bothers you then you may unfortunately be on the wrong blog.
find my masterlist here!
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 Jason’s lips are hot and wet as they travel between your shoulder and neck. Every few kisses he nips at your skin, making your breath hitch. His hand slides over your figure clad in lingerie that you haven’t even worn for twenty minutes yet. You were admiring your figure in the mirror and Jason busted in on you before you could make your way to him. 
  You’re in between his thighs, facing the new mirror propped against the wall. Jason’s cock is as hard as a rock beneath you, and the more he teases you, the more you need it. His ankles are hooked around yours, prying your legs open.
 “Look at you, honey.. Since when did you get so desperate?”, he teased. His words were followed by the warmth of his hand grazing the inside of your thigh. The other hand was splayed across your abdomen to keep you close.
“Shut u- ohh”, you let out a squeak as the pad of his pointer finger taps against your clit over the thin fabric. The action has you bucking your hips, searching for any friction to calm your hasty mind.
“Yeah? Tell me ‘bout it, sweet girl..”, Jason’s mouth was pressed to the shell of your ear. The words he spoke were low and you could feel him smirk against you as he stroked the backs of his fingers over the fabric covering your soaked pussy.
“It’s…”, with every stroke he added a bit more pressure. “Need more, Jase..”. He’d teased you so much that your mind was focused on one thing- sitting on his thick cock. The week was busy for you both, and instead of getting right to the point Jason seemed to have a different plan. 
His left hand left its spot on your abdomen to cup the back of your head. Until now, your head had been thrown back on his shoulder, eyes closed and head spinning. He grabbed a handful of your hair and pushed your head foward. Your eyes met his in the mirror and it only fueled the fire burning inside you. Those strong arms wrapped around you, thighs flexing as he used them to hold your legs open… you were so far gone you barely registered his command. 
“Keep your eyes on the mirror.. You stop, I stop.”
At this point you would’ve sold your soul for him to fill you. Your pussy was soaked and the fabric of your lingerie had taken the brunt of it. Jason stared into your eyes, expecting an answer. 
“Oh.. okay. M’kay, just please-” you grunted and bucked your hips to chase his fingers again. 
He lovingly shook his head and slid his fingertips under the damp fabric. 
“So wet, honey.. So sticky..” you felt his cock throb against your ass as he spoke. His fingertips gathered your arousal and continued stroking over your clit. He knew this was one of the worst ways to tease you. The minimal friction was enough to turn you on, but not enough to satisfy you.
Two of his slick fingertips pressed gently into you and finally provided you with some relief. Your eyebrows were furrowed and your teeth dug into your bottom lip as he worked them into you. The pleasure was almost too much, almost enough to make you close your eyes again but you knew he would stop if you did. The fabric seemed to irritate him with how constricting it was so he was quick to pull it apart at the buttons over your crotch and expose your pussy to the cool air. Before you could react, his two fingers sunk back into you and prodded around to find the spot he knew would make you fall apart.
The tips of his long fingers rocked against the spongy spot inside you, and he knew he was there. He knew you so well by now. The way your moans raised an octave, the way your jaw dropped, the way you began to meet his thrusts.. “Oh- right there, huh? There you go, baby…” 
“Jase.. Oh..I-”
“I know, hun. You’re okay.. Feels good don’t it?” He pulled you closer into him and began kissing at your ear. The image of the two of you in the mirror only added to the pleasure you felt. You hadn’t really watched yourself have sex before, but the image of him wrapped around you with his fingers working in and out of your dripping hole was another level of intimate. Sexy, too. 
Jason’s fingers slipped out of you and he shimmied backwards so he could slip his boxers off. His cock was an angry red, dripping and begging to be inside you. 
“Wanna watch, Jase..please?”, your words brought a dirty smirk to his face. 
“That’s the plan, hun.. C’mere” he pulled you on top of his strong thighs and you barely had time to register his tip prodding your folds before he was lowering you down onto him. It felt so good to finally be full of him. His cock was so thick, so warm, and you began to pant as you situated yourself in an attempt to get all of him inside you. 
Your eyes were glued to the sight beneath you, and you hadn’t even bothered looking in the mirror yet. A quick slap to your swollen clit grabbed your attention, though.
“Look, baby..”, Jason murmured while his hips slowly worked his cock into you. “Takin’ me so good.. S’meant for you, isnt it?”
You felt like you were in a daze as you took in the sight. The way your head was nodding at his words barely even registered in your brain. His blunt nails were digging into your thighs and he didn’t let up when you began grinding and bouncing on top of him. Your wetness began to gather at the base of his cock. A few drops fell onto the bed beneath you and the sounds it made as his cock plunged into you were filthy. It felt like you were being attacked from all of the sensations. You felt his hands on you as they roamed your skin and tugged at your nipples. His grunts and murmured praise went right to your pussy and you clenched around him at every sound he made. The bedroom smelled like sex, and you felt a sense of pride knowing that the love and desire you two shared did that. 
“Fuck- that’s it, honey.. Want to watch you- hmm- cum on my cock.. I know you’re almost there, sweet girl…” and it was true. The way you breath hitched and your pussy spasmed was nothing new to him. Jason knew your body inside and out, and he knew you were about to have a fucking intense orgasm. The pads of his fingers pressed firmly against your clit and began to rub tiny circles against it. It only took you showing him how you take care of yourself one time for him to learn how you liked it- how you needed it.
Your words began to bleed into moans and grunts as you climbed the hill of pleasure. You knew it would be a fast descent. 
“Oh, Jase.. I-... It’s so… fuck!”, it was no use. He kept his rhythm as you continued to babble and you could barely make out his strangled grunts through your moans. 
Your pussy milked his cock as you tipped over the edge of your orgasm. It was intense- toes curling, eyes closing, mind numbing… all of the best things about an orgasm taken to the max. 
Jason pulled you down more forcefully as he thrusted a few more times before burying himself deep in you. The throbbing of his cock was palpable and you whimpered at the sight of his balls tensing and releasing with each spurt of cum that painted your walls. Within seconds, it had began to leak out of you. 
Jason shuddered when he pulled his spent cock out of you, and wasted no time pulling you back so that he could cradle you in his arms. One of your hands grabbed at his forearm while the other took hold of his bicep, keeping him close. Your breath came out in short pants as you came down from the high of your orgasm. Jason planted kisses all over your face and hair while his own chest heaved. 
“That was… it was fucking good, babe.” you murmured with a dopey smile.
“Was all you, hun. All you..” he breathed. 
thanks for reading!
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my-soupy-brain · 9 months
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Seeing Jason after ✨THAT✨ snl teacher skit and wanting to test out that fantasy with him
How that sketch broke all of our collective brains, I mean... God, it was way too hot. Thank you Ego, for writing it. I love this concept. Let's goooo!
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Relationship: Jason Sudeikis x reader
Warning: Smut ahead!
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Being Jason's partner was a dream come true.
Charming, handsome, funny, smart -- he was the total package. He was also adventurous and never afraid to hear your ideas.
Date nights? He loved it when you came up with something new to try or a restaurant he'd never been to.
In the bedroom, it was the same eager reception.
So when you brought up the parent-teacher conference sketch from Saturday Night Live, his eyebrows raised in interest and a smile quirked across his lips.
"Really?" he asked, his hand running across his short beard. "You liked that, huh?"
You bite your lower lip and look at him with a glint in your eye. "Yeah, uh, I really did. It kinda altered my brain."
He takes a step closer. You can smell his cologne.
"Should we...do something with that?"
You can only nod.
...
A couple days later he emerges from his bathroom in a checked shirt, navy blue trousers, and a navy blue tie. He's wearing glasses, his hair styled.
He looks like he swiped that entire wardrobe right out from 30 Rock. You have to sit down.
"Ready for dinner, sweetheart?" he asks, holding out his hand. You nod dumbly, taking it and walking out the door.
At dinner he acts like nothing is different. But you decide to lean into exactly what he has planned.
"Are you mad at me?" you ask quietly over your cocktails.
"No," he answers playfully with a charming smile. "What makes you t think I'm mad at you?"
"I don't know, you just seem mad, Mr. Mad."
"Trust me, if I was mad at you, you'd know."
"Are you going to put me in time out?"
You remove your foot from your heel under the table and run it up his leg.
"I don't know, do you deserve it," he asks, leaning over his arms on the table.
Your cheeks flush, and you feel him grab your foot and pull it between his legs. He's loving this as much as you are.
"You tell me, you're the one in charge," you reply coyly, smiling at him with pouty lips across the table.
He nods, licking his lips, smiling. Your foot is still nestled against him, and he lightly drops it to the floor and requests the check.
You're barely able to contain it in the car on the way home, his hand on your thigh, high under your dress.
Inside the apartment, he's nearly chest-to-chest with you. Your breath comes in fits and starts as he looks at you.
"Who's in charge?" he asks with a low, husky voice.
"You're the one in charge," you answer with a purr.
"Say it again."
"You're the one in charge."
"Damn straight," he answers, roping his arms around you and kissing you passionately. His hands climb up your legs under your dress, over your panties.
He sets you on the counter and tugs you toward him, letting your legs wrap around him tightly while his kisses move down your neck. You're gasping, his fingers working open his belt buckle and then your panties.
"I want you so bad," you pant against him, his hands working down your curves, dropping your panties to the floor.
"Oh yeah, you can have me, my love," he answers, not missing a beat of the script.
You push his pants and underwear down and the sight of watching him slide into your heat is enough to make you dig your nails into his back.
This part wasn't in the sketch, you think. But we're gonna make our own.
His hands under your dress and on the flesh of your hips feel like fire as he pushes into you. His lips on your neck, your shared moans, and yeah, still having hot sex in the kitchen on the counter... it's enough to...
"Oh fuck, Jas...I'm..."
"I'know, baby, 'm almost there...come with me..."
Your head is thrown back in pleasure as the climax takes over, your legs wrapped around his hips, his hands gripping you firmly. He follows you seconds after, always making sure you get there first before spilling himself into you.
Panting, breathless, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed, you smile at each other. His lips come to your ear.
"Should do that again sometime, yeah?" he asks, making you giggle as you lean against his chest.
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OK THAT WAS FUN. Now I need to lie down. Hot Dom Daddy Jason Teacher is just rolling around my brain and I can't function now. LOL Thanks for the prompt, friend!
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carmylasso · 7 months
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thinking about all the murmured praise jason would spiel as he fucks your face. the grunts. the cursing as he tries to keep it down cause more often than not, there's little ears not to far away....the way he'd try not to push you down his lenght to fast so he doesn't cum too fast...him slowly losing the capacity to think past how good your mouth feels on him. yeah.
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solitaszn · 9 months
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curtains ch. ii | ted lasso ✧˚ · .
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Pairing: Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader Summary: You just invited Ted back to your flat and things start getting interesting after a drink... Warnings: SMUT, 18+ under the cut (minors dni), porn without plot?, oral (f receiving), protected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Ted aims to please Word count: 1.6k
chapter 1
"Do you want to come in?" "We can have that drink if you want," he said, already making you forget how tired you were.
"Uh, yeah, yeah, we can."
"Great, come on." You grabbed his hand and opened the door. A flush of light pink sprawled across his cheeks.
Once inside, he could tell he had stepped into what he could only call the inside of your brain. Framed movie posters lined the entrance, along with a random open neon sign. It was a very random flat that he thought no one else could live in but you. None of the overhead lighting was on, only ambient lamps and signs were turned on to create a warm mixture of colors. He sat on your couch, bouncing on it.
"I’m just going to change real quick, and I’ll be right back."
"Take your time!" Ted looked around and picked up a small wooden bird, playing with it, his hands making it smaller than it seemed.
You walked back out with a pair of gray gym shorts, a huge graphic tee, and your fuzzy socks. “What are you doing?” you did in a deep loud voice. He jumped and dropped the miniature bird with a soft thud. “Jeez!” he choked out. You laughed as you walked over to your liquor counter, poured some whiskey, and cracked open a can of soda. "You want some in yours, Ted?"
"Oh no, thanks; I’ll just have it straight."
"Suit yourself," you said, handing the drink to the mustached man.
"Thank you, well, this flat is certainly you, I didn’t know you were such a fan of movies."
"Well, you never asked Ted," you said, taking a sip of your whiskey and coke.
An hour or so had passed, and you and Ted passed those hours laughing till your sides hurt and telling stories.
"So then there I was in the middle of the student store trying to buy a hoodie, and my phone started playing Anaconda at full blast," you say, laughing.
Ted chuckles and smiles at you, his eyes lingering on your lips a little longer than they should’ve.
"Oh god,” you check your phone, “It's so late, Ted, and I’m so sorry for keeping you here for this long," you apologize. This time your eyes linger over Ted’s lips, then his eyes that are almost glossy from the strong drink.
"No, it’s alright... I was actually going to…” He turns to you, you catch his head with both hands and pull him into a kiss. You don’t want him to leave; he’s surprised at first but then cradles your head. You pull away, your eyes wide from embarrassment. 
"Oh my god, Ted, I am so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking."
He pulls you into another kiss with a finger on your chin, deepening it. You moaned into him, tasting the whiskey he had just finished, which left a bittersweet taste as it mixed with your soda from earlier.
"I knew you were staring at me in the office," You said, pulling away and touching your forehead on his. His hands around your waist, guiding you to his lap.
"I know I’m sorry sweetheart, you’re just so beautiful."
His hands started traveling up your shirt while you kissed his neck.
"You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to kiss you in your office, ever since we met," he said, his voice trembling under your touch. He lifted you up from the couch and you began to unzip his puffer jacket. Soon enough there were clothes trailing from your couch to your room, your lips still attached to his and the two of you in your underwear.
“Please Ted…” you sighed as his lips traveled down your neck. You laid yourself on the edge of the bed as he explored every inch of your body, taking it in as delayed gratification. And god did you deserve it too. His hands stayed attached to your hip bones and traced the light green lace of your panties, taking every gentlemanly action of his to not hook his fingers through them and throw them off of you. 
“Baby I really wanna mmh” he said as he made his way down your side. You sat up unclipping your bra followed by your underwear, you kissed him and laid back down. “Can I?” he said looking down. You never had a man go down on you before, but the whiskey gave you that boost of confidence.
“Yes- yeah- please.” you eagerly said. Ted got down and kneeled in front of the bed. Opening your legs by your knees and removing your hands. He started kissing from one knee until he got down to your soft inner thigh, his side of his face rough from not shaving in a few days followed by a tickle from his mustache. “Don’t hide from me baby, your body is perfect,” his voice got huskier than his normal peppy accent with the almost cartoony drawl that you adored.
You barely heard what he said as he followed it with licking up your folds, his nose burrowing itself into you, the newfound pleasure making you arch and your breath hitch. Ted held your legs down by putting them over his shoulders and wrapping his arms around your thighs. His hums filled the room followed by your soft pants that started growing louder. 
“You can be louder than that honey, my neighbors are gone.” he said, you looked down taking a first glimpse of Ted’s once honey brown eyes now hungry dark brown and his lips and chin wet from you. You whimpered at the sight of him, you couldn’t tell if you got lightheaded from the alcohol or the way he groaned into you when you weaved your fingers into his hair tugging his brown locks. You pulled once more when you came close.
“Teddy I’m so close…so fuck-,” you said. He could feel you getting wetter, when he detached himself from you, moaning at the loss of contact.
He got up from his knees and you saw the tent forming in his gray boxer briefs, he was a lot bigger than you expected. “Do you um? Have anything- I mean..a condom?” he said. You opened a box that included a few foil packages and your tiny bullet vibrator. You grabbed the gold foil and passed one to him followed by a kiss. 
“Don’t you worry darlin’, I’m gonna make you feel good.” he pulled down his underwear and rolled the condom down his cock. Watching him made you wriggle on the bed, deep down Ted loved the way he had you right now. He wanted to take a photo of you and save it for days he couldn’t be near you.
He knelt on the bed this time, pulling you toward him and lining himself into you. It took a second for you to get used to his size, Ted was stuck in a daze with how wet and warm you were around him. He hadn’t even bottomed out in you when you moaned his name, he swore he could’ve came from how pornographic you sounded to him. It was only when he was fully in you when you started to grind on him, begging him for more.
“Please T-Ted, oh god baby please fuck me,” you said as he began to rock his hips in and out. “Sweetheart, you’re so tight, f-fuck.” A string of profanities fell from his lips as fast as his hips snapped in and out of you. You ran your nails down his back making his grip that much tighter. “Just like that, ah- fuck Ted right there!” He watched you with your eyebrows knit together, eyes shut and mouth open with bliss, he brought his hand in between the two of you and circled your clit. A moan getting caught in your throat. 
“Ted, I’m so- I’m so, so close!” you cried. “Fuck darlin’, I’m gonna-” he choked. A wave of pleasure went through you as his thrusts got deeper and you felt yourself dripping down your legs and holding Ted’s shoulders to keep yourself from going limp. His orgasm followed as he stilled in you and buried his head into your shoulder groaning, “Fuck fuck fuck, you’re so good, so good for me sweetheart.”
He rolled over next to you as you both caught your breath, the sight of his messy hair sticking to his forehead and his face having that pink tinge you saw earlier. Soon he got up to get a towel, cleaned you up and pulled your sheets over your body, kissing you and thanking you. “That was amazing, you’re really somethin’ else honey.” He said picking up his boxers from the ground and pulling them back up. You got sad for a second watching him pick up his clothes.
“Are you leaving?” you asked. “Oh, I mean I’m sure you don’t want me here-” “No” you cut him off. “Please? Stay?” you said. “You don’t mind?” he questioned. “Of course not Ted, come back to bed.” His gaze softened at you and walked back to the side of the bed, picking up your clothes along with his and placing them on a chair. He picked out his white undershirt and pulled it over his head and then handed you your shirt and underwear, like the gentleman he is. Pulling back the sheets, he settled into bed with you. Gazing at you with hearts in his eyes while you put your clothes back on too. “You’re so beautiful, gosh,” he said. Your face reddened as he pulled you in for a kiss to cap off the night. After that you started to drift off to sleep and could hear the quiet snores coming from the mustached man, after a while his arms snaked around your waist and he pulled you in, his head resting on your chest. You kissed his head and whispered, “Goodnight Teddy.”
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