#jason sudeikis x you
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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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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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Twitter Famous (Story Page)
Mutli-chapter Jason x Celeb!Reader fic I workshopped with @carmylasso based very loosely on Phoebe Bridges and Paul Mescal lol:
Your PR manager always warned you to be careful with social media but it was your favorite way to interact with fans. So when someone asks you who your celebrity crush is well…things get a little out of hand.
Rating: Explicit
Tags: RPF, AFAB!reader, Celeb!Reader, graphic descriptions of p-in-v sex in chapter 6.5
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6 & 6.5*
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
*6.5 is 100% smut and totally skippable for any of my non-explicit friends out there! Does not affect the plot at all
EXTRA
It's literally just smut
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happy birthday bby!! have the best day! 💕
could i get either jason sudeikis with 4 - “Are you stoned?” “Does it matter?” or if you’d rather do one of his characters ted with 20 - "Oh God i'm in love with and idiot." "You're stuck with me now." either or
i hope 28 is your best year yet!! ☺️
18+ only, please. Drug use — mild sexual content.
His hand trailed down your side, fingers catching the waist of your pants. He taps along to the beat, one tap, two tap. Your body sways side to aids as he pulls you with him.
The music is muffled, drowned out by screaming fans and static speakers.
His hand dipped lower hovering over the curve of your ass before moving back to your waist.
"Kiss me." He turns to look at you a smile stretching across his face.
"Yeah?"
His eyes are red, squinting, his smile the right side of lopsided, "Yeah."
"Are you stoned?"
"Does it matter?" His grin turns loose, eyebrow twitching as he leans into you.
You hum, "Lots of PDA Mr. Sudeikis. You're touchy when you're high."
He turns you until your chest is pressing to his and his can brush his lips over your ear, "I want to touch just as bad when I'm sober."
You shiver.
"I wanna join you." You whisper.
Jason's eyes darken, "Follow me, Baby."
Squeezing between the bodies around you felt like a maze. Ducking before hitting one person and swerving to avoid another. The whole time Jason's fingers stay on your hip, tugging you with him.
Every few steps he'll stop dip down and kiss the air out of your lungs. When you crash through the exit he pulls you back to him.
The kiss is quick, all teeth and spit as you cling to him. You feel him shifting, hands patting down his pockets.
"Here." You step back.
You part your lips to let him slide the pen in, "Tell me when."
"Now." He clicks the pen, and you inhale.
It's pretty short, but I'm also very high, and this felt real 🤣🤣 I hope you enjoy it and feel free to ask for more
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A STUDY IN YOU, chapter thirteen
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February 14th, 2019
The date wasn’t lost on you. Not when you woke up and you had a text from him with a stupid meme about screenplays. Not when you noticed his five o’clock shadow in class that night and thought about how cool the metal of his watch felt against your throat.
It especially wasn’t lost on you when you finished the last sip of your second drink at O’Halloran’s and set your cup back on the table with force.
“What’s got you in a mood tonight?” Max asked with a skeptical glance.
“That’s a joke, right?” Sophie looked at him and then at you.
You sighed, rolled your eyes at Sophie and wished that just once she’d have a bit more grace when she threw you under the bus.
“She’s all sad because it’s Valentine’s Day and you know who hasn’t even acknowledged it.”
She wasn’t wrong. You glanced around the bar quickly to make sure any other NYU-affiliates were out of earshot.
“Not at all?” Naomi asked, her eyebrows arched slightly on her forehead.
“It’s fine,” you waved them off. “We’re not together, we’re not anything, we’re just--” you rambled a little, the drinks had already gone to your head and the plate of nachos you’d shared with them for dinner did little to soak up the alcohol you poured down your throat in an attempt to forget the significance of the 14th day of the month.
“Having a movie-worthy love affair?” Sophie teased with a smile.
“Something like that,” you groaned, a change in tune when you sat up straight and forced a smile. “But we’re here to celebrate Naomi and her accomplishments and I will stop being a party pooper.”
“Sure you will,” Max laughed.
“Sorry he hasn’t said anything,” Naomi reached over and put a hand on your arm, always the sensitive and compassionate one.
It’s not like you had the right to be mad. Honestly, you were frustrated with yourself for caring in the first place. What did you expect? A bouquet of roses? A romantic night out to dinner in the village?
All of that was a long shot and in moments like this--when anxiety got the best of you--you still wondered who else might be waiting for a text from him or hoping they’d see him soon.
Maybe Jennie. Maybe some other random woman he knew from work or some previous life.
Your third drink only made the questions echo louder in your head, a round of tequila shots brought your thumbs to the screen of your phone.
Y/N L/N (10:44pm): Happy friday
He texted back quickly, another layer of confusion when you wondered where he was. His apartment? Out with friends? But he beat you to it.
Jason Sudeikis (10:46pm): Happy Friday
Jason Sudeikis (10:47pm): Are you out?
Y/N L/N (10:49pm): At O’Halloran’s having drinks in Naomi’s honor!
Jason Sudeikis (10:49pm): Sounds like a good way to spend Friday night!
You didn’t want to push it, thanked Sophie when she returned with your next drink and put your phone face down on the table. After Max started chatting up someone at the booth behind yours and Sophie scanned the room for cute girls, Naomi leaned forward and smiled at you.
“What’s everyone’s favorite professor up to tonight?”
“No clue,” you shrugged casually, a tiny smirk at how well she could read you.
“No clue?”
You shook your head. “Told him I’m here but--”
“And he’s not already on his way?”
You laughed, appreciated how she always supported you no matter if she agreed with your decisions.
“No,” you shook your head. You picked up your phone and felt the familiar rush of butterflies when his name appeared on your screen. One new message.
Jason Sudeikis (10:53pm): Do you want to come over?
Naomi watched your face light up, you showed her the text and she smiled.
Y/N L/N (10:56pm): Now?
Jason Sudeikis (10:57pm): Or whenever you finish up
Y/N L/N (10:57pm): All the way out to Brooklyn this late at night?
Jason Sudeikis (10:58pm): You’re right, I’ll call you an uber so you don’t have to take the subway this late 😅
And he did. He sent you a screenshot and texted you the whole way, opened his front door with a smile when you looked up at him in the chilly night air. With one smile the uncertainty and the nervousness melted away, you stepped inside and shrugged out of your coat.
“I hope you at least tried to be subtle in sneaking over here,” he smirked, watched as you made your way over to the couch and slumped into it.
“Oh relax,” you waved him off playfully. “They don’t care.”
“I’m glad they don’t,” he nodded genuinely, let out a sigh when he sat down beside you. “But I know a lot of people who would.”
“Hmm,” you twisted yourself towards him, pulled your knees up onto the cushion and narrowed your eyes. “And why’s that?”
“As fun as this is--we’re still breaking a lot of rules.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
You smiled, liked that he played along when you asked: “How so?”
He smirked. “Well, let’s say there’s a guy.”
You nodded, uh-huh.
“And there’s a girl,” he watched you, eyes intent to make sure you were following.
“And the guy is older, and he’s—like—a professional? A boss? He’s like a boss,” he decided.
“Yeah.”
“And his secretary is younger—not like, too young, in a weird way—just like, young in a...hot way.”
You smirked, “yeah? What’s the big deal about that?” You played.
“Some people might say that the boss has a level of power over his secretary, seeing as he controls her advancement within the organization, right?”
“Sure,” you shrugged.
He waited a beat, amused by the way you held his gaze.
“Do you see where I’m going with this?” He rolled his hands around in the air, trying to gauge your level of understanding.
You shrugged again, mostly playing up your level of intoxication to get a laugh out of him. “Eh.”
“I’m the boss,” he nodded, connecting the dots. “You’re kind of, like, the secretary.”
You laughed at the guilty look on his face, his hate to break it to you smile.
“Me?” You gasped, eyebrows arched high.
“You? What do you mean, you? Of course you,” he laughed. "Who else would I be referencing?"
You didn't want to know the answer to his question, so you smiled at him for a second, gave him a chance to think he had the last word.
“I can be the boss too sometimes,” you glanced up at him.
A smirk when he took the bait. “You?”
“Of course me,” you borrowed his words. “I can show you.”
You stood, angled yourself in front of him and looked down at him. He turned towards you instinctually, faced the center of the living room where you stood with a confident twinkle in your eye.
“Yeah—” he nodded, a little outpaced by the change in beat. You stepped forward, put a knee on either side of him when you straddled his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist like they always did, you settled onto him easily and smiled down at him.
“What?” He asked, the corner of his mouth twisted towards the ceiling when his eyes narrowed, suspicious.
“I just can’t believe you said I’m basically your secretary,” you teased.
“I was making an analogy!” He defended, his eyes wide when he bit back a laugh. You couldn’t even reply, he leaned up and caught your lips in his, pulling you closer. His hands roamed your body, desperate to feel the friction between you.
You liked the way he wanted you, felt less insecure in moments like this when he was hungry for your touch and wanting more. He tugged your shirt over your head, smiled up at you playfully when he unclasped your bra behind your back.
He kissed you again, but he tensed suddenly and pulled away after only a few seconds.
“How--uh--how drunk are you?”
You smiled, a closed-lipped one when he searched your face for an answer.
“Sober enough to consent,” you nodded, cutting right to it.
He let out a quiet laugh, and for a moment it felt like you could sit on his lap forever. “Good,” he teased. “I don’t want to take advantage of you more than I already am.”
February 26th, 2019
Jennie and Dan had already left, eager to make it home before the snow started on a Wednesday night. Javier rubbed his jaw and Jason leaned back in his chair.
You were flattered at first, saw the way he looked at you when you said you’d stay late. I have some more in me, too, I guess.
But eventually Javier decided he’d rather make it home for his baby’s bedtime routine than sit in the conference room. He packed his bag and pointed a finger at the two of you when he turned for the door: don’t stay too late!
Now it was your turn to lean back in your chair. Jason looked over at you when you adjusted, put his red pen behind his ear and rubbed his eyes.
“Well--any other thoughts on your independent study or are you still gonna try to convince me to have you come to Cannes?”
“I have to convince you?” You asked with a bit of surprise. “Sex in the South of France isn’t enough?”
He laughed at that, rolled his eyes a little when he shrugged. “Feels risky, but--it does sound nice.”
“As if you wouldn’t have slept with me last year when we were there,” you eyed him.
“Maybe,” he teased.
“Oh come on,” you laughed, shutting your laptop now when you decided you didn’t have any more steam for tonight. “You got so jealous when Max took me to that club! You seriously asked me if I met anyone!”
He smiled when he thought back to it, scrunched his nose at his own jealousy. “I was still…treading lightly.” He followed your lead, shut his laptop and started to pack up. “Speaking of that, though.”
You watched him expectantly, rifled through a notebook before slipping it into your bag.
“Jennie asked me on a date.”
“Oh,” you nodded. “She did.”
It wasn’t a question, more of a statement when you kept your eyes on his. He was still smirking.
“Yeah--I, uh--I politely declined.”
“Oh.”
“I just told her that it’s probably crossing a line--mixing work and play.”
“Ah,” you nodded, smiling at the look of self-awareness on his face. “Very upstanding of you.”
He nodded quickly in sarcastic agreement. “I never mix work and play.”
“Never,” you laughed, shaking your head when he stood.
“Or at least…I only do it in certain situations.”
“Mmm,” you nodded. “Right.”
He took a step closer to you. You tried to fight the smile on your face but he was already too close. He smiled down at you, and for a moment you wondered what would happen if you said certain things aloud.
I think I like you.
You almost wanted to keep your distance, pull back when his arms wrapped around your waist or when his fingers found the waistband of your panties. But he pulled them down your legs when his mouth stayed locked on yours. You let him fuck you with your clothes on, quick and hot and still swimming in thoughts of what if.
He thrusted into you and moaned your name, late enough that most of the building was empty save for security guards who did their rounds. When he zipped his pants and you smoothed out your blouse, he turned to see you.
“Alright," he sighed. "I’ve been thinking about Cannes…”
“And?” You smiled up at him, hoping the recent orgasm only helped your case.
He let out a sigh, one that he obviously played up for dramatic effect. “I don’t think the school will help with the cost since it’s not necessary for you to come. But if you can come up with a decent project to submit--whether that’s a critique or something--I think we could probably get Dean Vasquez to back it.”
“Really?” You tried not to bounce with excitement, reminded yourself that while the two of you certainly had a unique relationship, you didn’t need to behave in a way that made your age obvious.
He laughed at your excitement, nodding when he slung his bag over his shoulder.
“I can email him and try to set up a meeting, you know--go over the details and fill out the paperwork.”
You smiled, nodded before you took a step over to him and reached up for his face. One kiss, not overly sexual and not all that passionate. Serious, genuine, different.
He cleared his throat when you took a step back. Awkward, but only a little.
“I appreciate it,” you said. “I appreciate you.”
He smiled, like he was in on the secret.
March 3rd, 2019
You took a deep breath before you knocked on the door. A tiny window told you he was already inside, his hair was coiffed and his tie was blue.
Dean Vasquez looked up and waved you in, an awkward smile when you stepped in and looked over at Jason. He met your eyes briefly, a close lipped smile when you greeted them.
“Hi, Dean Vasquez, Professor Sudeikis—”
It was clunky, certainly not the way you typically interacted with him.
“Y/N, hi—come on in, have a seat.” Dean Vasquez was an older man who always wore patterned ties. He frequented campus events and was one of those deans who was able to address most students in the Graduate School of Film by name.
You dropped your bag off your shoulder now, smoothed out your skirt and sat in the chair beside Jason.
He looked at you quickly when you sat, nodded a little and then cleared his throat when Dean Vasquez leaned back in his chair.
“So—Y/N, Professor Sudeikis has informed me that you’re interested in going on the student trip to the Cannes Film Festival again this year.”
You nodded, smiled up at him. “Yes, yeah, I would love to be able to go and assist on the trip. I’d certainly be happy to do an assignment or project in accordance with an independent study, primarily.”
Right, just like you’d discussed.
Dean Vasquez nodded slowly, like he was taking it all in. “Professor Sudeikis, you feel like this is a good option for Ms. L/N?”
“Absolutely,” he nodded quickly. “Y/N’s been my advisee her whole time in Grad Film. She’s been a TA for me and now she’s completing her internship at NBC/Universal.”
You looked over at him when he spoke, apparently he’d decided to leave out that your internship was also with him.
“She’s a very impressive student,” he nodded again. “And I think this is a good opportunity for her to finish her studies here at NYU.”
“Well, we certainly don’t have students attend this trip twice very often,” Dean Vasquez admitted. “Y/N, how do you think another trip to the film festival would further your education?”
Dean Vasquez smiled when he asked his question, apparently the meeting was going well and you were saying the right things. You glanced at Jason again and smiled back at the Dean.
“I had such an amazing experience last year in Cannes. It’s not hard to further your education at a festival where they’re screening some of the most impressive films from new creators,” you gushed. “And I’ve already started brainstorming my project. There’s an incredible director--Sarai Marks--who’s screening her new film and I was thinking about doing a paper about how her directorial style has changed over the course of her three major films.”
You were excited. Despite the fact that being one credit behind felt like a gut punch, the opportunity to do a deep dive into one of your favorite directors still lit up your brain like lightning.
“It does sound like an amazing trip,” Dean Vasquez smiled. “And it does feel like a good opportunity for an independent study, especially overseen by someone who will likely be core faculty—”
Jason smiled at that, sat up straight and nodded at Dean Vasquez. “Yes sir, yeah, absolutely. I know it’s a unique one, but I do think Y/N will do a phenomenal job and I know she’ll continue to make NYU proud for a long time. She’s already charting a course to be a staff writer at NBC upon completion of her degree.”
You watched Jason for a second, careful to control your smile and the heat on your cheeks when he complimented you. What you really were thrown off by, though, were the words that Dean Vasquez used.
Core faculty.
“Well,” Dean Vasquez nodded and looked between the two of you. “That all sounds like an easy decision, then.” He cleared his throat and kept going. “Professor Sudeikis, I can sign off on any necessary paperwork you need for Miss L/N to join the trip. One second—Paige?”
He called to the middle aged secretary that sat outside his office at a beautiful cherry desk.
She rounded the corner and came into the room. “Anything you get from Professor Sudeikis over the next few days regarding the Cannes trip, please flag that as urgent.”
She nodded and smiled, stayed in the room as if she knew her job wasn’t finished.
Dean Vasquez sighed. “Alright, Professor Sudeikis, if you don’t mind, I just have a few questions for Miss L/N.”
Jason shifted in his seat, glanced at you quickly and then back to Dean Vasquez. Oh, he was being asked to leave.
He nodded, did a good job at hiding his confusion or uncertainty as he shouldered the messenger bag he always carried. “Yeah—of course, uh, thank you so much for your time, Dean Vasquez. Y/N—I’ll see you in class?”
You’d see him elsewhere before then, but you chalked his words up to an appropriate goodbye in front of other university staff.
You all smiled, muttered farewells when he left the office and shut the door behind him. Your heart thumped a little once he was gone—were you in trouble? Had you done something wrong?
You turned back to Dean Vasquez. Paige—who still stood in the room in her pencil skirt and funky blouse—smiled when he cleared his throat.
“I hope you don’t mind that Paige is joining, but—there’s some University Policy that I wanted to discuss.”
You looked between the two of them and nodded. Holy shit. Where was this going?
“You’re obviously a very impressive student, uh, none of this is questioning your merit at this institution. But, we do like to check in with students who have close relationships with faculty or advisors to ensure that there are appropriate boundaries in place? Give the student an opportunity to voice any concerns that may arise.”
“Oh,” you nodded. “Uh, no—everything is fine.”
Was that the right thing to say? You shifted in your seat uncomfortably. Dean Vasquez sensed this.
“If you ever want to discuss anything along those lines, please know that you could always speak with myself or Dean Grasso,” he referenced another Graduate Dean—a female, Paula Grasso, who oversaw the Graduate Theatre program. “If that would be more comfortable.”
So that’s why Paige stayed. To be the other woman in the room. To be the other vagina so you felt comfortable.
While you appreciated their effort to make you comfortable in an uncomfortable situation, all you could manage was a nod as you tried to stammer out a reply. “Okay, thank you—I can assure you that Ja—Professor Sudeikis—has been nothing but professional and appropriate. He’s a great mentor.”
Dean Vasquez nodded. “Well then, please make sure he fills out that paperwork and we’ll get everything approved for your independent study.”
“I will,” you smiled, stood and gathered your bag from the floor by your seat. “Thank you, both of you, for your time.”
You hurried out, rounded the corner of Paige’s desk and opened your phone.
Jason Sudeikis (11:32am): Waiting down the hall for you
So you stepped outside the administrative wing, your footsteps echoed in the wide hallway when you turned left. Your heart was beating fast, you tried to steady your breathing.
He stood against the wall, bag slung over his shoulder, scrolling on his phone. He waited for you.
“Hi,” you said quietly as you approached.
He looked up and clicked his phone to sleep. “Hey—“ he turned towards you when you stopped in front of him. “How was that?”
You smiled, reached forward to slip a finger between the buttons on his shirt. You were proud. “Why didn’t you tell me you got the core faculty spot?”
His hand reached up automatically, his fingers held onto yours for a second.
“Nothing’s finalized,” he shrugged, the hint of a smile on his face. “I haven’t signed an offer letter yet.”
A door opening down the hall caused you both to retreat from the other’s touch. He blinked when you met his eyes.
“What did he want to talk to you about?”
Your eyebrows rose at that, you nodded a little when you smirked. “He wanted to make sure that there are appropriate boundaries between us.”
“What?” He asked, his face immediately contorted into a look of concern. “What do you mean? What did he ask?”
“He just asked if there were appropriate boundaries,” you giggled a little, but he didn’t find this entertaining. “Then he said if I ever needed to discuss anything along those lines I could talk to him or Dean Grasso.”
“A woman? He offered up Dean Grasso? As if you’re some…” he looked around before he lowered his voice, “sexual harassment victim?”
“I told him everything was fine,” you said again, a shrug of your shoulder. “I handled it.”
“I know, but this isn’t good, Y/N—if anyone finds out anything I could lose my job and therefore not become core faculty.”
“I don’t think that’s going to happen,” you said calmly, hopeful that your words would lower his pulse.
“Okay,” he nodded to himself. “Uh—I should go, okay?”
“Okay,” you nodded, kept your eyes on his.
“I’ll see you? I’ll text you?”
You nodded, reassured—only slightly—by the fact that now your goodbyes included a promise to talk soon.
He walked away, shoved his hands in his pockets when he headed for the glass doors that would deposit him onto the street. You let out a sigh. At least you were going to Cannes.
March 10th, 2019
You hated how petty you were, but you also felt grateful to have the tension behind you. Now that you knew Jennie had asked Jason out--and that he had said no--you felt like you could breathe easier.
So much so, actually, that you walked beside her and let out a snort of a laugh when she impersonated one of the characters in your script. A sandwich in hand, you both brought back lunch and set your phones down on the table.
The conference room was empty, the others were scattered throughout midtown in search of a meal before you’d hit the afternoon with force and attempt to finish the script for Season 2 Episode 5.
“Hey,” Jennie said quickly, her voice quiet to make it obvious that she was shifting topics. “I finally asked Jason if he wanted to grab a drink.”
“Oh,” you looked up at her, speaking around the bite of sandwich you’d just taken. “How’d that go?”
As if you didn’t know.
“Fine,” she shrugged, downplayed it and wiped her mouth. “Said he’s actually seeing someone, so--there’s that.”
“Oh,” you said again, eyes a bit wide this time. “I didn’t…know that.”
“Yeah,” she said casually. “He didn’t say who or anything, but--oh well.”
Your stomach churned with a new wave of anxiety: was he actually seeing someone? Would he tell you if he was? And why, most importantly, did your face get red with heat like he was yours and yours alone?
“Hi,” Dan walked back in with Jason in tow, they came back to the table and settled in when you tried to slow your breathing.
The group fell into casual conversation, Jennie perked up after Javier cracked a joke.
“Hey--by the way, Y/N mentioned that we all need to get drinks soon.”
“Yeah?” Jason forked into a bite of salad and smiled at you.
“Yeah,” Jennie answered for you. “Her birthday was last week so--we have to do something!”
His eyebrows quirked up, he smirked when he said: “It was?”
Jennie answered for you, “yeah!”
“What day?”
You could tell he was playing down his interest, a poor attempt at hiding the tightrope between you.
You shrugged it off, totally not a big deal. “Last week, Thursday.”
“You didn’t mention it at all,” he blinked a few times, lips in a thin line.
“What are you?” Jennie teased him. “The birthday police?”
“No,” he shook his head, almost embarrassed by her accusation. “I just feel bad that…we didn’t know.”
A smooth redirection, you’d purposely declined to tell him the exact date so as to avoid this exact moment. He didn’t need to celebrate you, didn’t need to buy a gift or anything like that.
You knew that either way you’d be disappointed: it wasn’t like you could actually go out and celebrate: a fancy dinner or a concert or something like that? No way. And besides, after your meeting with Dean Vasquez, he seemed properly spooked.
He reminded you plenty. In his office late one night, after class last week: we shouldn’t, we can’t, not here. It’s not like you’d stopped sleeping together, but the opportunity never arose now without his acknowledgment of the anxiety he felt or the tightrope you walked.
So you planned a celebration that felt like a good fit: dinner with your friends and drinks this upcoming weekend at O’Halloran’s, Sophie promised she’d make chocolate cupcakes.
“I’m--uh--having drinks with friends on Friday, so--if you guys are around, you should all stop by.”
“I should be free,” Javier nodded.
“Me too,” Dan smiled.
“Yeah,” Jason nodded, a beat before he met your gaze again. “I can swing by.”
Which is how you ended up with a margarita in hand with Sophie and Naomi flanking your sides by the bar later that week. A decent turnout, which always felt nice--you surveyed the crowd of friends and classmates that had showed up to celebrate you.
Jennie was on time and Max was thrilled to meet her. His younger brother was in town for the weekend, and Connor was just as funny as his brother was, but decidedly less flamboyant.
“Okay,” Connor said, gesturing towards Max and Jennie with his beer. “Who’s she again and how do we know her?”
“Coworker of mine,” you informed, eyes trailing over to them. “She’s nice but a little annoying.”
“A lot annoying,” Sophie corrected.
Connor was 26, worked in finance in San Francisco and considered running to be a hobby. He smirked at Sophie but then smiled at you. “Yeah?”
“She’s fine,” you rolled your eyes at Sophie. “She’s grown on me…slightly.”
You would have said more, explained to both of them how even in the last week Jennie seemed to be acting more like your friend than a superior, but the door pushed open when Jason, Javier, and Dan strode in.
“Jason alert,” Sophie said quickly, an elbow into your ribs when you shot her a look.
“I see him, thank you.”
You took off towards the door, figured it’d be easier to greet them and pull them towards the bar than to leave them mingling on their own. Javier saw you first, open arms to hug you when he smiled.
“Happiest of birthdays, even though this is belated,” he teased.
“Thank you so much,” you laughed, moving from Javier to Dan. Hugs for them both, then Jason.
“Hi,” you said it quietly when he hugged you, your mouth close to his ear.
“Hey,” he said quickly, pulled back like he was afraid to hold on for too long.
You brought them over towards the bar, introduced them to some of your other friends and then returned to Sophie. She had another drink waiting for you, Connor’s arms were crossed when he scanned the crowd.
You filled him in on names and laughed at stories Max told about their childhood, a glass in hand all night as friends came to congratulate you on another successful trip around the sun.
Birthdays were always reflective, you always thought through the months and the days and the years of your life that shaped you into who you were. This year it was no exception, and Jason’s presence in the bar that night only made it all the more obvious how much things had changed in just 365 days.
Your words were a little slurred by 11pm, but the energy in O’Halloran’s was that of a night that was just beginning. Sophie came back from another group of classmates and made a face that meant business. You smiled and nodded at a friend from your NBC internship, Sophie did her best to not look obviously impatient.
“Hey,” she tugged you aside eventually, her voice quiet when you both stepped away from the others.
“What’s up?”
“I know you might be weird about this, but Jason’s totally been watching you and Connor,” she offered an evil smirk. “So keep talking to him.”
“What?” You asked again, unsure where she was going and what she was up to.
“He seems jealous,” she shrugged. “He keeps looking over here a lot, probably wondering who he is.”
Right. Because Jason hadn’t actually come up to talk to you or interact with you at all since he walked in. Probably because of the Dean Vasquez meeting, which you hadn’t told any of them about.
“I’m not trying to make him jealous,” you told Sophie. “I’m just being friendly.”
You glanced over her shoulder. He wasn’t looking, but you did notice that he’d stationed himself so you were directly in his sightline. You hoped it was intentional.
“Also,” you said, annoyed now. “He’s barely even been over here to talk to me. He’s been weird all night.”
Her eyes grew with intrigue, always ready for drama. “Why?”
“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “There was a…thing that happened.”
“Thing that happened?”
O’Halloran’s probably wasn’t the greatest spot in the world to tell Sophie this, so you tugged her wrist and pulled her into the bathroom. Sharpie on the walls and sticky counters.
Once inside, you let out a deep breath. “We had a meeting with Dean Vasquez, about my independent study. About Cannes.”
She smiled, they were all hopeful you'd come and Sophie would probably burn down NYU herself if Dean Vasquez was a hard sell. “And?”
“And he asked me if there were appropriate boundaries in place.”
Even intoxicated, Sophie’s eyes went wide. “He knows you’re boning?”
“Soph--” you made a face at her word choice.
“Sorry, having steamy and passionate sex?” She corrected.
“No, no one knows anything, so friendly reminder to keep your mouth shut.”
“Come on,” Sophie rolled her eyes. “He’s practically your boyfriend at this point.”
“No he’s not,” you said quickly, moving aside when she made her way into a stall. “Just because I’ve slept with him doesn’t mean it’ll ever be more.”
You’d been telling yourself that for so long it came out automatically, spilling onto the bathroom counter when Sophie leaned against the wall, unimpressed.
“You end up at place after partying now and honestly I’m surprised he hasn’t given you a key.”
"Well, he told Jennie he's seeing someone, so, there's that."
"What?" She said from inside the stall, her voice loud when she flushed. "He's got to be talking about you."
"We don't know that," you tried to shake it off. You certainly didn't need to get your hopes up and think that he'd said no to Jennie because he was too busy saying yes to you.
"We don't," Sophie agreed, emerging from inside when she headed for the sink. "But outside of work and teaching and hooking up with you--would he even have time to be dating someone else?"
You would have replied, told her to shut it or something along those lines, but Jennie (of course!) pushed the door open and smiled.
“Hi,” you said quickly, mostly to let Sophie know that you weren’t alone.
“Who's dating someone else?” Jennie smiled eagerly, happy to get in on the gossip.
“No one,” you waved her off. “Sophie’s being dramatic."
She grabbed paper towel from the dispenser with force, smiled at Jennie. “Just another one of the men obsessed with Y/N!"
You looked up at her, where the fuck are you going with this? “Not at all, actually.”
Jennie was excited now, her eyes lit up when she crossed her arms. “That cute guy out there who’s been with you all night?”
“Yes,” Sophie answered for you quickly, a nod to sell the lie when you rolled your eyes. “Our friend Max’s brother. He’s totally into her, right?”
“Oh for sure,” Jennie agreed. “He’s definitely into you.”
“Alright,” you laughed at the two of them, surprised that Jennie was now just as invested in getting you laid as Sophie always had been. “Well, I don’t think I’m going home with anyone tonight.”
Which was probably a disappointment to Connor, seeing as he had a new drink waiting for you upon your return from the bathroom. By midnight you were pulled out to the sidewalk, the last few sips of a cocktail in your glass when Max handed you a joint.
Jason finally made his way over once Javier and Dan left, Jennie had said goodbye and climbed into an uber right when Jason made his way into your circle.
“Successful celebration,” he smiled, clinked his glass against yours but kept his voice low.
“You’ve been all around tonight,” you commented on his socializing, a subtle acknowledgement that while he’d chatted with almost everyone here, you were at the bottom of the list.
“I didn’t want to monopolize your time,” he smirked. “Seeing as someone else was doing that.”
You nodded, offered a challenging smirk up at him. “How considerate of you.”
“Hi Sudeikis,” Sophie leaned over and butt into your conversation.
“Hi Sophie,” he smiled down at her.
“Are we allowed to smoke weed in your presence, or are you going to code-shift into professor now that the clock struck midnight?”
You rolled your eyes at Sophie’s joke, took the joint out of her hand and took another inhale before Jason could reply. O’Halloran’s was thinning out, your classmates had left and most of the patrons inside didn’t seem to be NYU-affiliated. He laughed when you held your breath, blew the smoke up towards the stars.
“Easy there, slugger,” Jason’s eyes went a little wide but he took the last sip of his beer. “Twenty-eight might not be as forgiving.”
“I’m sure she can handle it,” Connor smiled from behind Sophie. All three of you turned at the sound of his voice.
“Yes, yeah, I just figured our night will be easier if I can get her home in one piece.”
Sophie stifled a laugh at Jason’s response: firm and territorial and for once, not cloaked in secrecy. Your eyes were wide at the plural possessive when you looked up at him, then over to Sophie.
“On that note,” you smiled, “I would love to be in sweatpants right now.”
You backed away from the group, a wobbly one in heels that had Jason lurching to steady you on the sidewalk. Connor watched in quiet amusement, apparently piecing together that despite barely interacting all night, everyone knew you’d end up going home with Jason in tow.
“It was great to finally meet you, Connor,” you smiled at him, waved and blew Max a kiss when Sophie made her loyalty known.
“Ditto,” she pointed to Connor. “I’ll walk with you,” Sophie linked her arm with yours when Jason waited for you to make the move.
“You can come,” you looked up at him and smiled.
Sophie rolled her eyes playfully, “let’s go Sudeikis, let’s get this wasted bitch home.”
“I can hear you,” you laughed.
“Am I wrong?” Sophie teased.
You thought on it, fell into step with the two of them towards your neighborhood. “No.”
It was the weed that did it--the last hit on the sidewalk outside that really made the world start spinning. Now, Sophie rummaged for your keys and turned the knob, Jason’s arm was around your shoulders when you tripped up the stairs.
“Okay, one at a time,” he laughed a little, helping to guide you inside your apartment building.
“I’m fine--I’m just fucked up,” you giggled.
“We’re aware,” Sophie reminded as she climbed up behind you. Two floors up, you huffed and puffed and forgot, in your state of inebriation, that Sophie and Jason didn’t spend a whole lot of time together outside of school functions. This became obvious once all three of you were in the living room.
“Are you gonna throw up?” Sophie asked, a hint of disgust on her face.
“No,” you shook your head, holding onto your kitchen counter for stability, eyes drooping with sleep.
“Water,” Jason nodded, a suggestion more than anything else. Sophie pointed to the cabinet by the sink, he found a glass and filled it from the faucet.
Sophie helped you over to the couch, you kicked off your heels and took the granola bar she found in her purse and tossed to you. “Have a snack,” she said flatly.
“And drink this,” Jason walked over and handed it to you. You took it and sipped, then held up a finger and handed it back to him. “Not so fast.”
“I can stay with her,” Sophie nodded, eyes glancing down to you on the couch and then up to Jason. “Or you could,” she said quickly, nobody knew the rules.
“I’m not going to die,” you reminded. "I actually want pizza."
“Yeah, uh, I’ll stay,” he nodded, ignoring your comment when his cheeks flushed. Sophie looked around the room, running through a mental checklist. Did he know where your pajamas were? Could he handle whatever mess you’d become?
You watched when he smiled awkwardly, a silent acknowledgement that this was weird but now out in the open. Sophie smiled at that, laughed to herself before she stepped forward.
She kissed your forehead quickly, “be good for Professor Sudeikis,” she said with a smirk.
You let out a guttural noise, one of frustration and discomfort and two parts intoxicated. Sophie clapped Jason on the shoulder, who tried his best not to laugh, and watched as she headed for the door.
“Let me know if you need anything but I’m going to pass the fuck out when I get home.”
She opened the door, turned around and clutched her hand to her heart when she looked at the two of you. She let out a sigh, how adorable, Jason finally cracked a smirk and shook his head.
“Goodnight, Sophie!”
“Goodnight!” She called, tugging the door shut behind her. One last glance only because she couldn’t let the two of you get away that easy. “Don’t let the bed bugs bite!”
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could you please do a blurb of jason and y/n being supportive besties just when they ended the relationship with their respective partners? pls i need more interaction between them😭😭
Thank you so much for this request! I loved writing this little blurb and I hope you guys enjoy it!
Grieve
January 7, 2021
New York City, New York. 5:00 PM
The weather in New York this week had been worse than I had expected, but I still needed groceries so I would have to venture to the outdoor world. I decided to stop at one of my favorite coffee shops before continuing.
After ordering a chai latte and a sandwich I sat down on a table near the bar so I could pick my items, I pulled out my book to read while I was waiting for my food and drinks when I heard someone speak above me
“I thought my eyes were deceiving me”, I looked up and found Jason standing in front of me and smiled at him, “Hey! how are you? Long time no see huh?”, I stood up and gave him a hug, he returned the hug and we pulled back, I motioned for him to sit on the spare chair, I heard my name being called and went to pick up my order before sitting back down
“Thought you would still be in L.A.”, he sighed, “No, she has the kids this week and the next, I am here for a pit stop before going to London and overseeing things there”, I nodded, “I take it you moved back from L.A.?”, I gave him a little smile, “Yeah, I did”
The barista called his name and he stood up for his coffee and came back, “How was the move?”, “Hard, I didn’t think I had so many things back there, actually, Glenne is still shipping some things back for me”, he nodded, “And how are you?”
I felt the tears come up and shrugged my shoulders, he reached to squeeze my arm, “Hey, you don’t need to answer me”, I sniffled, “I feel like I need someone to talk to, so how about dinner at my place?”, he nodded, and we stood up and left.
After a fifteen-minute walk we arrived to my place, while he opened a bottle of wine I ordered some pizzas for dinner, I walked out of the kitchen to the living room, and he was sitting with two glasses of wine in front of him.
“Dinner will be here in thirty”, he handed me a glass and we took a sip, we sat in silence for a few before I spoke up, “Are you mad at him?”, he turned to look at me, “No, are you at her?”, I shook my head, “I have tried so hard to, but I can’t”, I took another sip of wine
“Are we wrong?”, he turned to look at me, “I mean, we both got broken up with, everyone would expect us to be angry and maybe even vindictive”, we both laughed a little before he spoke up, “I think… I think that deep down we knew what was coming and prepared our hearts you know? Still, it does not mean we aren’t allowed to hurt”
“Damn you and your voice of reason”, we laughed a little; I had missed the comfortable silence we were sharing; it was something I had always valued, “The night she came home I knew what she was going to tell me, but my heartbreak was the last thing on my mind, I was worried about my kids, how were we going to tell them and surprisingly I also thought of you, and how unfair this was to you”
I turned to look at him surprised, “She broke up with me two days before I found out from Jeff that you guys had broken up; I had to stop on set to pick up the kids and he came to me and told me”, he took another sip of wine, “I had actually thought of calling you, but I didn’t know if you would appreciate it”
“Guess it was meant to be that we found each other today”, we cheered, and he stood up to open a new bottle and I went to get the pizza that had just arrived, he grabbed the pizzas while I went and brought some dishes and sat down
“How are the kids?”, we finished the bite of pizza before continuing, “They are good, Otis is the one who has taken it the hardest, Daisy is angry at us, but seems to forget it at times”, we laughed a little, “Their therapist has helped them, and we are now working on the move to London”, I turned to look at him surprised, “Oh, for work or?”, “Yes, I have a lot of projects to come”
“I am happy for you”, we ate in silence and after picking up the boxes and placing the dishes and wine glasses in the dishwasher I made some tea and we sat back down, “How long does it take for it to stop hurting?”, he took a sip of his tea and placed it on the table, “I’ll let you know when I know”, I squeezed his shoulder and gave him a sympathetic smile.
Around eleven Jason let me know that he needed to go so I walked him to the door, “Thank you, I really needed one”, he smiled, “No problem, I also needed one; please never hesitate to call, okay?”, I nodded, and he gave me a hug, before entering the elevator he turned to me and said, “Grieve, you deserve it”
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#Truth Bombs 💣
#his smile when she says she doesnt have one this year#sobbing#im not crying you are#a journey#the holy trinity#tedbecca#ted x rebecca#ted lasso#tedlassoedit#rebecca x ted#rebecca welton#i love them#faves#gif#gifs#gifset#jason sudeikis#hannah waddingham#1x9#2x11#3x11
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Ted and Rebecca echoing each other's canon love interests
#tedlassoedit#ted lasso#rebecca welton#ted x rebecca#tedbecca#hannah waddingham#jason sudeikis#rupert mannion#michelle lasso#flo collins#my stuff#gifs#userstream#this is NOT an invitation to hate on michelle or sassy you gremlins#you can hate on boatguy tho idc#are some of these a bit of a stretch? sure but do i care? not at all#i wonder how long it will take for someone to repost this on twitter#not that i mind im just wondering
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#ted lasso#trent crimm#jason sudeikis#james lance#if you want to seduce a journalist Ted spelling and grammar are important#tedependent#ted/trent#ted x trent#trent x ted
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Right, want a lift back to the hotel?
Um, I think I'm going to walk actually.
#ted x rebecca#tedbecca#ted lasso#ted lasso season 1#hannah waddingham#jason sudeikis#tedlassoedit#tedlassogif#rebecca welton#keeley jones#keeley x roy#roy kent#juno temple#brett goldstein#these parallels fuck me up#you can tell that when rebecca saw keeley/roy walk off she was bittersweet about it#because she could've done the same thing with ted#but he wanted to walk alone
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haven’t asked for a jason prompt yet but thought of one just now that I know you’d make my day with writing — jason taking reader on a date to a sports game of his choice (basketball/soccer/baseball)
THE DREAM. I'd love to swear and shout and clap and cheer at a game with him. Having someone who enjoys live sports as much as him would likely be such a turn on. Let's gooo!
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Relationship: Jason Sudeikis x reader
Warnings: Fluff, fun + teasing
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"You sure you wanna go? I get a little intense at these things," Jason says with a laugh, wiping off the lenses of his glasses on his hoodie.
"What makes you think I don't wanna be able to cuss in public and not get stared at for it? I'm all about it."
Jason chuckles and watches as you put on your New York Liberty t-shirt, affixing a NY Liberty temporary tattoo on your cheek.
"You are goin' all out, aren't ya?" he asks, coming up behind you with his hands on your hips, watching you peel off the paper.
"Oh yeah. This is gonna be great."
...
You make your way to your seats, low near the floor, and you meet Jason's friends who are sitting next to him. They smile seeing you're as invested in this game as he is.
The first quarter brings excitement. Jason's on the screen, along with some other celebrities in attendance. You smile proudly at him.
"Is that ever weird for you?" you ask during a timeout. He shrugs.
"A little. I'm just a fan like anyone else here, really..."
A steal by the Liberty means you're both on your feet, clapping, shouting. When one of the women gets a foul that doesn't look legit, you're back on your feet.
"Fuck that! Where are your eyes, ref?!" you shout, and Jason chuckles.
"She's... pretty into this," he tells his friend, who smiles and agrees positively to your enthusiasm.
You open a pack of candy and without taking your eyes off the court, offer the box to Jason, who takes a few pieces.
"You like Sour Patch Kids, too?" he jokes, smiling at you.
"Duh! The best."
Another incredible steal and a three-point shot by the Liberty and you're on your feet, jumping up and down and clapping.
"Yeah! Hell yeah!" you shout, and Jason's right there with you, shouting and clapping. When you sit back down, he leans in and gives you a quick peck on the lips, smiling brightly.
Fans are taking photos of the two of you, splashed across social media.
Always love seeing Sudeikis at the Liberty games. Looks like he's got an enthusiastic friend to join him!
Got a run for your money, Sudeikis! She's as into this as you are!
TFW a couple enjoys the same things with the same enthusiasm.
Jason's friend shows him the last tweet and Jason blushes and smiles. "That's my girl."
"GO GO GO! Yes!" you shout, clapping and keeping your eyes trained on the action.
"What do you wanna do after this?" he asks you, leaning into your ear. You don't let your eyes leave the court.
"Whatever you wanna do, sweetpea," you answer. "GO! Yes! Make that three!"
He can't stop laughing. Every time he tries to get a moment with you to himself, you're back on your feet.
...
The game ends and Jason gets photos with the team, and one of the women asks him who you are.
"Love seeing fans like her," she says, and Jason smiles.
"Yeah, she's a pistol!" he replies.
"We could hear her. She's got a set of lungs on her!"
Jason laughs again. "That she does."
When you leave the stadium, your voice is cracked from yelling and cheering, and he smiles at you as you make your way back to his Brooklyn home.
On the way up the stairs, he gives you a kiss.
"I was hoping to be the reason you lose your voice," he murmurs to your lips, his hands finding your hips under your t-shirt.
"Well, well, well. Looks like you'll just have to be the one to finish the job then, eh?"
Jason tugs you inside and closes the door.
"Is that a challenge?" he asks while he lifts up your shirt and walks you backward toward the bedroom.
"I dunno, you gonna call a technical on me if I say yes?"
He growls as he kisses your neck, your hands unbuttoning his jeans.
"I could be persuaded to let that one slide..." he murmurs against your neck, his greedy hands tugging you closer and leaning you down on the bed.
"Well let me see if I can convince you then, ref."
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This was fun and cute and flirty. I bet he'd love someone going as nuts for the lives sports as he does. What a date night! And yay! Sexytimes! Heehee. Thanks for the prompt, friend!
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TED LASSO — 1.04 “For the Children”.
#tedlassoedit#tedlassogif#Ted Lasso#Hannah Waddingham#Jason Sudeikis#Ted x Rebecca#dailyflicks#tvandfilm#userbbelcher#usernessa#usersakshi#vladviago#ohtendril#nessa007#guys i'm starting to think that this is not how friends look at each other guys......#guys i'm thinking he sees her the way other people don't YOU GUYS#my stuff#mine: believe
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Twitter Famous (Jason Sudeikis x Reader) - Chapter 1
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You had never planned on being a musician. When you were younger you thought maybe astronaut or author—there was still time for one of those things but it seemed you hadn’t made it out of the A’s in your career book—but after getting into songwriting in college, selling a few of your songs, and a few viral videos of you actually performing, you had carved out a small niche for yourself as a musical artist. It was strange to think about, but you had reached exactly the level of celebrity you were comfortable with—very famous to a decent-sized group of people, and absolutely nonexistent to everyone else.
The combination of medium celebrity and the fact that you’d never sought fame at all was probably why you were a little looser with social media than your manager, Kayla, would like. You were never offending anyone, you mainly just tweeted personal information that she’d rather you kept to yourself—like how finishing the show Normal People made you sad and horny or the story of the worst date you’d ever been on that ended with you peeing your pants in an In-N-Out.
You were taking a break at the recording studio while working on your second album. It was hard to handle the writing block sometimes, a lot of pressure to keep creating something greater than what came before. The studio was wood-paneled and a little smokey, but comfortable. You’d recorded your debut album there as well and so it felt like being in your own living room when you told your producer you needed a break and flopped down on the black leather couch in the corner to pull out your phone.
“Headed to the corner store, need anything,” your producer, Chris, asked, sliding his vape out of his pocket and wiggling it. You didn’t need the hint that he was going to get pods, he vaped so much that talking to him was like trying to peer through fog at the San Francisco bridge. Though you and weed were well acquainted, neither vapes nor cigarettes were your speed.
“All good, thanks, Chris.”
He nodded and shut the door behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts which was never a good thing, especially when a recording session wasn’t going well. The songs were technically all written, but when you went to record you realized they needed work and inspiration just wasn’t hitting you. It didn’t help that a lot of what you were recording were love songs, written during a relationship that ended poorly, to say the least. Your ex was mildly famous himself and a musician as well, which you had hoped meant he’d understand you. After all, what was being a musician if not just trying over and over again to make yourself understood? But he had wanted fame more than he ever wanted to be comprehended, which meant wanting your relationship dragged into any tabloid that would report on it and every date you went on filmed for Instagram and TikTok…and on one memorable occasion, live-streamed on Twitch. So it was hard to record songs you’d written while deeply in love now that you were rather apathetic to the whole thing. But you also couldn’t just rewrite every song as a breakup song no matter how much you wanted to when you’d already started recording, so you tweaked what you could to make sure you didn’t sound…inauthentic.
But when tweaking lyrics wasn’t enough you scrolled social media and tried to inspire the feelings you had when you wrote the songs. And as embarrassing as it was, you normally did that by looking at pictures and videos of your celebrity crush, Jason Sudeikis. You’d been a fan of his since you were young watching him on SNL but your little crush had ramped up since the Ted Lasso craze which meant lots of content for you to lust after. You scrolled past a video of him performing onstage for a charity event called Thundergong and thanked your lucky stars that Chris was gone so you could watch the video 3 times over.
You chuckled as you tweeted:
You weren’t surprised it was relatable as the notifications started rolling in but after bantering with a few people Chris came back swinging a plastic bag on one finger and you locked your phone to get back to work.
A few hours later, you’d had more success recording but you were still mentally and emotionally exhausted by the time you hopped in your car to head home. You certainly weren’t excited to sit in LA traffic but you had just downloaded an audiobook you were looking forward to listening to. Connecting your phone to Bluetooth made you realize just how much you’d missed since you tweeted—a slew of Twitter notifications, more Instagram follows, 2 missed calls from Kayla, and a dozen texts.
You chuckled, calling Kayla back and bracing for her playfully admonishing you to keep some thoughts to yourself.
“Hiiii Kayla.”
“Hi Y/N…how are you,” she sounded genuinely curious which only amused you more.
��I feel like I’m pretty good…but I also feel like you’re calling to tell me I’m in trouble.”
“Not trouble…,” Kayla trailed off, but she laughed and so did you. “WHY did you tweet that? I mean don’t get me wrong it’s not a bad thing I’m just suddenly fielding requests from interviews trying to find out what over 40 man you’re dating, and I’d like to know too.”
“No one! I’m not dating anyone,” you laughed. “Honestly? I had just watched a video of Jason Sudeikis singing.”
If anyone knew the ins and outs of your crush on Jason, it was Kayla, who you regularly asked if the two of you would ever be at the same place. It was mostly a joke, you knew you’d lose your mind in the same room as him, but there was a non-zero chance you’d run into him considering you'd started playing the late-night show circuit.
If you thought Kayla was laughing before she was really cackling now. “THAT’S what that’s about?! Oh my God, Y/N, you’re ridiculous. I would still recommend you keep that to yourself—an age gap like that will shoot you straight to trending.”
“You say that like if he found out he’d be at all interested. I guarantee you that man doesn’t want me.”
Kayla sighed. “How many times do I have to remind you that you are more famous and more beautiful and more talented than you seem to think?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah I think I pay you to say that though,” you laughed, taking the exit towards home. “Appreciate it though. And sorry to make your life harder.”
“Nah, it was funny. And I know fame isn’t your goal, but…not the worst thing for album promotion.”
“God, I’m going to be asked about this constantly aren’t I,” you groaned but you only had yourself to blame. “Oh well, my fault. Night, Kayla.”
“Night, Y/N.”
When you got home, made yourself dinner, and worked up the nerve to open Twitter again. It was mostly people guessing who you were talking about, trying to get you to tell them, or just volunteering their own Over-40s and it was a solid list: Chris Evans, Oscar Isaac, Sterling K. Brown, and so on and so forth. A few valid critiques of heterosexuality, considering you weren’t straight yourself.
You thought about just picking one person and telling them the truth but for the sake of Kayla’s heartburn you decided to keep that to yourself for now—instead, you added:
Still relatable, still honest, but also still clearly a joke and it took a little heat off of people wanting to know who you were dating. You were just being thirsty on the internet and who could blame you for that?
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Another week, another studio session and this one was worse than before. Your tweet was still getting the occasional notification but obviously, it blew over. It wasn’t like you were the first person to think that, and you certainly wouldn’t be the last.
“I can just tell that your heart isn’t in it,” Chris sighed, pausing the recording playback. “I mean you always sound great, but we both know this ain’t it.”
You spun around in the chair next to Chris, your face pointed at the ceiling, eyes closed, as you took a deep breath and released it slowly. “I know, I know. But the lyrics are garbage.” The studio door opened and closed but you didn’t open your eyes.
“The lyrics aren’t garbage. They meant something to you at one point, they’re good. You’re just singing them like they’re sarcastic.”
You laughed because you knew he was right. “Listen, I just—”
“Need to get laid?”
You picked your head up to see it was Andie who had entered, your best friend since college, and an up-and-coming actress herself who you hung out with more than anyone. She had just gotten off set and told you she’d swing by to hear your new stuff, and you weren’t surprised she showed up just in time to see you close to freaking out.
“Me getting laid isn’t going to make this song any better. Hear it for yourself.”
You motioned for Chris to start the recording over and the three of you listened to about 30 seconds of it before he cut it again. Andie was sitting on the couch with her knees pulled up to her chest as she listened, gently rocking to the music.
“So,” you asked, “you see?”
“Lyrics are good, music is good…I stand by my assessment, you just need to get railed so you sound like you actually believe what you're saying.” Chris laughed and you gave him an exasperated look but he only shrugged and motioned that he was stepping outside. Andie came over and took his seat.
“Okay, so if you don’t want to get railed—”
“Didn’t say that, it’s just not that easy.”
“Then I don’t know…what’s something you can do that makes you FEEL like you just got railed?”
It was classic Andie to be so preoccupied with you having sex, but she only wanted the best for you and she knew your ex had…not been it. She just wanted to see you having fun. And in truth it wasn’t a bad suggestion, you thought on it for a moment, humming.
“Honestly? I watch Sleeping with Other People for the 100th time.”
Andie laughed, “You should tweet that, it's funny.”
“You know Kayla hates when I’m funny,” you joked, but you were already pulling out your phone. “Soooo, movie night tonight?”
Andie stood up as Chris came back into the studio and returned to the couch. “I don’t know dude, that sounds like something you should do in private.”
You chuckled and Chris looked confused but didn’t ask any questions which you appreciated. “You, uh, ready to get back in the booth?”
“Let’s try the next track, just give me one sec,” you were staring at your phone as you responded and then you locked it and sat it on the desk before opening the door to the booth.
When you came back out Andie was looking at you wide-eyed.
“What, was it that good?”
Andie just grinned. “Check your Twitter.”
You couldn’t help it, you squealed and Andie cackled like a fool. Jason Sudeikis liked your tweet.
“That recording was really good, I think—”
“Not now Chris, can’t you see her crush liked her tweet,” Andie giggled and Chris rolled his eyes, but you were embarrassed so you just locked your phone.
“Sorry, sorry, I’m here, I’m focused. That can wait.”
“Can it?! @ him right now and tell him you have a crush on him I swear to god,” Andie’s face was enthusiastic and you wanted to join her in her excitement but you also wanted Chris to take you seriously.
“Andie! It's alright, just come over later, we’ll drink wine and squeal. Promise.”
“Alright, I get the hint. I’m just gonna go flirt with the front desk guy again, get me when you’re done."
A woman of your word, after the two of you left the recording studio you poured Andie a glass of wine and listened to her try to convince you that you should try to DM Jason Sudeikis.
“He doesn’t follow me.”
“Okay, but everyone knows he, like, searches his name or whatever. He clearly sees tweets about him…”
“And?”
“Annnnd you should tweet at him.”
The two of you were standing in the kitchen, picking at a premade charcuterie board you’d picked up on the way home. It was already dark out and chances were high that Andie would be staying the night, which only added to the sleepover vibe.
“We’re strangers Andie, he has no clue who I am, I’m not just gonna harass him on Twitter.”
Andie threw her hands up in the air. “How many times do I have to remind you that you are hot and also famous? He might be interested! Look, why don’t you just go back to last week’s 'men over 40 tweet', pick one of the people clamoring to find out who you were talking about, and mention him. If he doesn’t see it, no harm, no foul. If he DOES see it and he’s not interested, you were just interacting with fans. And if he IS interested…then I’m a genius, you owe me a hundred bucks, and I get to name your first child.”
You scoffed, a small smile on your face. You loved Andie, you loved how she encouraged your nonsense, but you knew there was no way anything would ever come of it. You groaned playfully, “Okay but no children.”
“Fine, dog.”
“Deal.”
You pulled out your phone and followed through, butterflies in your stomach the whole time. You tossed your phone away from you like a bomb as soon as it was done.
When you woke up a little hungover with a missed call from Kayla, you thought you might be trending again. You weren’t really surprised to see Jason liked the tweet, even if it did make you swoon. You were more surprised that he followed you. But you were stunned that it wasn’t you that was trending… It was #ShootYourShotJason
Every other tweet you saw was “Jason ask her out” and “Jason make a move”. A few that suggested you were out of his league, a few more wondering who the hell you were. But most importantly, Jason was liking every single one.
“ANDIE,” you yelled, knowing she could hear you from the guest room. She came in rubbing her eyes and grunting. “What the hell did we do?!”
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Count For Me
18+ ONLY! SEXUAL CONTENT. Dom/Sub relations with alcohol use and adult language.
For the Anon who requested Dom Jason, I hope you like it 😄
My Masterlist is here
Ted and Jason over here
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.
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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.
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"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.
-
“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.
#jason sudeikis fanfiction#jason sudeikis smut#jason sudeikis#jason sudeikis x you#jason sudeikis x reader#ted lasso
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A STUDY IN YOU, chapter twelve
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January 15th, 2019
Your trip home for the holidays was uneventful. Cousins and aunts and uncles came to your parents’ house and you enjoyed sitting by the fire sipping red wine for a whole four days before you wound up back in New York.
Some country air always did you good, but the excitement of returning to your final semester at NYU, your first semester actually getting paid to write a TV show, and the excitement about your night with Jason before the winter break had you smiling like an idiot on the tarmac at JFK.
You were only back for a few days before you ended up at Max’s fancy apartment, Sophie and Naomi with you on the floor as Max scrolled through Netflix.
“Any word from Professor Daddy yet?”
“That’s the world’s worst nickname ever,” you looked up at Sophie. “But no.”
“Nothing?” Max asked, a pout on his face.
“Well, I haven’t had a reason to see him.”
“Good sex isn’t a reason?” Sophie’s head tilted.
You’d wondered, a few times, what would happen if you texted him and asked him to hang out. Grab dinner or a drink or something else that two people who were casually hooking up or hanging out might do. Each time you typed a text you deleted it, clicking your phone shut and coming to the conclusion that you didn’t want to push it.
“I don’t know,” you laughed. “I’ve thought about texting him.”
Naomi smiled and looked up from her phone. “And what might you say?”
“Wanna come over and fuck me?” Max giggled.
“Come eat me out,” Sophie purred. “That’s what I’d text him.”
“We know,” Naomi rolled her eyes.
“I don’t think you need an excuse,” Max said. “You can just say hi.”
The glass of wine you’d already had made it sound like a better idea than it was. You picked up your phone and Max bounced excitedly.
“I’m just picking it up,” you giggled.
“When was the last time you saw him?” Naomi asked. “That party at his place?”
“Yeah,” you smiled.
“Whoa--what’s the smile about?” Sophie leaned forward. “Did you hook up?”
It grew now, from ear to ear when you hid your face. “No.”
“Wow,” Max made a face. “Such great acting.”
Naomi looked at you with wide eyes. “What did you do?”
“I slept over.”
“What?” Sophie shrieked, standing up when her mouth hung open. “After his party? You slept there?! In his bed?!”
“Yes,” you confessed, still laughing when Max shook his head and smirked.
“You’ve got it bad,” he said.
“No I don’t,” you defended.
“You think it’s just sex?” Naomi asked.
“I don’t know,” you looked at her, suddenly freaked out. “I try to ignore those thoughts.”
“Why?” She asked seriously.
“Cause now it’s our last semester and--I don’t know. I don’t want to get my hopes up just to have it fizzle after we graduate.”
They all nodded sympathetically at this, but then you smiled.
“Should I text him?”
“Duh!” Sophie shouted.
So you opened your phone and stared at the thread. Another swig of wine for confidence before you pressed send.
Y/N L/N (8:03pm): Got any good movie recs?
Sure, something you borrowed from Jennie ironically. Only a few minutes before a reply.
Jason Sudeikis (8:09pm): Depends what you’re in the mood for.
Y/N L/N (8:11pm): I’m with Sophie, Max, and Naomi so something that will magically please all of us!
Y/N L/N (8:11pm): If that’s possible haha
Jason Sudeikis (8:12pm): They seem like a picky bunch lol
Y/N L/N (8:13pm): We’ll probably just settle on a rom com
Jason Sudeikis (8:13pm): Can’t go wrong with that
Jason Sudeikis (8:13pm): How was your trip home?
Y/N L/N (8:15pm): Good! Short and sweet, glad to be back though!
Y/N L/N (8:15pm): How was your Christmas?
Jason Sudeikis (8:19pm): It was nice, saw some family, nothing crazy.
Naomi smirked when the conversation took a turn for the personal, the only one ballsy enough to ask the question that everyone was wondering.
“Y/N--do you, like, have feelings for him?”
You blinked a few times, your lips were parted but you knew that saying no would make them roll their eyes and disregard your answer. Instead, you shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” Sophie asked, her tone more curious than judgmental.
“Hooking up with him is fun,” you nodded. “And I feel like now sometimes we hang out afterwards so it’s not just, like--”
“Fucking?” Max smiled.
“Yeah, that.” They were quiet for a minute, smiling and nodding and looking at each other until you decided you didn’t like the way they were smirking. “What?”
Max stood and went to find the bottle of wine. “We knew this was going to happen.”
“That what would happen?”
“That you’d end up into him or something. I mean--feelings are what happen once you sleep over.”
“No, no, no,” you disagreed with Max. “I don’t know if it’ll ever be anything more than a fun fling which is fine by me.”
“A memorable grad school experience,” Naomi shrugged.
“Exactly.”
Sophie was on the couch now, her knees pulled to her chest when she reached into a bag of candy. “You wouldn’t date him?”
“Maybe,” you said honestly. “But that’s definitely against the rules.”
“Rules, ha!” Max laughed. “Says the girl who slept over her professor’s house.”
“I didn’t plan on that,” you defended. “I didn’t plan on any of this.”
More vulnerable now when Naomi smiled at you. “It’s okay if you like him.”
“Is it?” You asked her, subtly referencing your two idiot friends who would probably shout it from the rooftop if you admitted it.
“Liking him and doing something about it are two different things,” Naomi shrugged.
You sat there for a second, stared at the texts from him on your phone. There was no denying it at this point. Sophie wasn’t sitting around texting her advisor and Max wasn’t hooking up with his. Naomi was too smart to ever wind up in a situation like this.
Lines had been crossed and sleeping with him had you itching to do it again sometime soon. The only question, now, was if you were stupid enough to keep going.
Some days you woke up and wanted to. Some mornings you had a pep in your step as you walked through midtown and drank an expensive coffee that you couldn’t really afford.
Other days you wondered if it would be better to ignore his texts, ghost him altogether outside of the work context to avoid what felt like a runaway train.
It was risky enough to be sleeping with your professor and it was even riskier to start thinking along the lines of what if. You hadn’t meant to fall so far down the rabbit hole that you couldn’t even see the sky anymore, but when you texted him that night up until you fell asleep, you knew you were pretty far gone.
January 17th, 2019
The same conference room in the same building in Midtown. Water bottles on the table and snacks in the corner, you smiled at the others when you walked in after the holidays. Two and a half weeks since you’d seen him. Not as bad as last summer but just as unknown.
You were sure this time it wouldn’t take as long for either of you to find your rhythm, especially seeing as before Christmas you woke up in his bed and slid into a booth across from him at a diner down the street.
No conversation about what it meant or why it was happening, just hash browns and coffee and a platonic goodbye when you stood on his front step.
Now he glanced up when you walked into the room, a baseball hat on his head for your first day back. He was always dressed down to write, never as formal as his button-down white shirts and ties that seemed to be his campus uniform.
You greeted Dan and Jennie before Javier threw a toy-sized basketball in your direction.
“Y/N--fix our issue. If Shawn cheats on Natalie, who would it be with?”
“Oh with Claire, one-hundred-percent,” you shrugged. “They’ve already got chemistry.”
“Thank you,” Jason pointed at you. “Thank you for making it obvious that Javier is crazy for thinking it would be with Gretchen.”
You tossed the basketball into the tiny plastic hoop that someone had put on the door, an easy shot. You crinkled your nose. “Gretchen and Shawn would never have sex.”
“I agree,” Jason said, looking at Javier.
“Man, you’d agree with anything she said right now,” Javier laughed.
Jason tensed at that, sat up. “No I wouldn’t.”
“You just want to prove me wrong,” Javier reached over and slapped Jason’s knee. You watched him exhale, almost like he’d been holding his breath.
He looked at you briefly, close call.
The day was mostly one of ideas, more post-its and spitballing back and forth. Finally, at 5pm, everyone decided they didn’t have a late night in them when Dan got a phone call.
You scribbled down one last idea that you wanted to let marinate overnight, tucked your notebook in your bag and replaced the cap on your water bottle.
Jason looked up at you but kept his voice quiet, the others still packed up. “Hey, Y/N, do you have a second?”
Jennie smiled but waved, left you alone with him in the conference room once Javier and Dan put on their coats. Their laughter was audible down the hall until the elevator doors shut.
“What’s up?” You asked, noticeably less nervous than when he’d said things like this before. A level of comfort, almost, when he smiled.
“I wanted to let you know that I spoke with Charlie again and they finalized your contract. He said it should be in your inbox soon, but, just a heads up.”
“Thanks,” you smiled. “I appreciate you going to bat for me.”
He shrugged. “I mean, I can’t guarantee you’ll get rich off of this, but, hopefully it’s a good first gig.”
You smiled at his joke, adjusted your bag on your shoulder.
“Are you heading home?”
He smiled up at you, waited a second before he asked: “are you asking because you want to come with me?”
You smirked a little, tried your best to play it cool. “I was just curious.”
“I was, yeah,” he nodded, stood to pack his laptop into his bag. “After a pleasant ride on the subway.”
“Well I’m also heading home,” you nodded. “Might even be taking the same train.”
He smiled, walked with you out into the night and then down below street level to catch the subway. A crowded train, commuters and a whole variety of passengers as your knee bumped into his and the train rounded a corner.
You turned to see him when your stop was next. He smirked a little. “We need to have a meeting soon.”
“A meeting?”
“An advisor/advisee meeting,” he clarified. “Degree audit, go over final semester stuff.”
“I didn’t know if that was code for something,” you said quietly with a raise of your eyebrows, met his eyes for a second when you leaned closer.
He laughed, reached his hand forward to find yours. He held onto it for a second but then laughed and let it go. You hoped he couldn’t hear your heartbeat.
When he brought his eyes up to yours, he shrugged. “I don’t know if I’d ever be able to turn that type of meeting down.”
You laughed a little, the train screeched and stopped and you stood. He stayed seated, kept your gaze.
“That’s very good to know.”
“I’ll see you on Wednesday?”
You nodded, took a page from his book when the doors slid open. “You will.”
January 28th, 2019
The Winter Showcase was a glorified student exhibit that the Kanbar Institute of Film put on every spring semester.
Students submitted their films or shorts or documentaries, a screening was held, they served wine and had poorly executed cheese boards. It was a good excuse to dress up and drink free Cabernet and mingle with other students or faculty in the department.
It also happened to fall on the evening of Max’s birthday, which he complained about until he had a glass in hand.
“I guess this isn’t the world’s worst pre-game,” he looked around the room, surprised by the attendance numbers.
“Jesus, who are all these people?” Sophie made a face. “I thought it was going to be dead.”
“You wanted it to be boring?” Naomi asked.
“Then we would have gone to a bar sooner,” she admitted, a sideways glance at you when your eyes fell on Jason in the corner.
He stood next to Marina and sipped from a small plastic glass. Sophie nudged you but you ignored it when Max waded further into the crowd.
You got drinks, took sips and hovered on the outside: who should we talk to, where should we stand? The screenings had been fine, didn’t feel crowded in the theater like it did in the atrium space of the fancy lecture hall for the obligatory mingling post films.
They were distracted enough to not notice when he saw you. He smiled a little, nodded in your direction when Marina noticed, let’s go say hi.
So they came and joined your group, let their plastic cups clink against yours when Sophie informed: “Max is finally thirty!”
“Don’t rub it in,” he glanced at her sideways, rolled his eyes when both Marina and Jason smiled at the news.
“Today’s his birthday,” you looked up at Jason and filled in some of the blanks. “But he’s having a hard time with that.”
He let out a dramatic sigh. “I would, admittedly, be having less hard of a time if we didn’t have to be on campus right now.”
“Yeah, this is the worst place to celebrate your thirtieth birthday,” Marina looked around the atrium, grimaced a little when she met your eyes. She was around Jason’s age—you think you’d heard him mention that.
She was bold and funny and a diehard feminist. She’d famously encouraged a guy in your documentary class first year to make a film on tampons. Now, she crossed her arms and smiled at Max.
“What does the rest of the night entail then, for the big three-oh?”
“Not O’Halloran’s,” Max held up a finger, a threatening glance in your direction.
“Why are you looking at me when you say that?” You laughed.
“You love that place,” he rolled his eyes.
“Yeah—on a Tuesday night,” you shot back.
You wouldn’t dare expect Max to spend his birthday at O’Halloran’s. This time, when the group chat attempted to solidify plans, Max’s requests were simple: Pineapple Club, brunch on Saturday with his other friends that were coming into town.
You turned to Jason and Marina to let them in on your plans. “Pineapple Club tonight, after this--obviously not O’Halloran’s.”
“Obviously,” Marina smiled at Max.
“Pineapple Club is one of my favorite spots,” Jason nodded, letting Max in or something you already knew. “Great atmosphere--great gin and tonic.”
“You guys should totally come,” Max smiled, a palm towards the sky when your eyes darted over to Jason’s. “And Will and Jesse wherever they are,” he looked around the room for your other professors, they had to be here somewhere.
“Jesse’s birthday was yesterday,” Marina looked around the room. “And we actually were going to go grab a drink after this,” she admitted when she looked up at Jason.
His lips fought the smile on his face, the confession that their plans this evening aligned with yours sent a wave of excitement through Max and Sophie. Naomi, on the other hand, smiled in your direction when you bit your tongue.
“Oh my god, you have to come to Pineapple Club,” Sophie looked at them.
“You don’t have to come to Pineapple Club,” you gave them an out.
Sophie smacked you on the arm. “They can come out if they want to.”
You looked at Marina, offered an apologetic smile as if to tell her no, you don’t have to listen to my friend.
“One drink wouldn’t kill us,” she shrugged, glanced toward Jason for his input. “Might help keep us young, honestly.”
He nodded, which is how you ended up on a velvet couch in Pineapple Club with him on the other side of a glass coffee table.
Max sipped his second cocktail of the night, laughed when Will and Sophie made jokes about his age. He thrived being the center of attention, Sophie was drunk enough to get wrapped up in the commotion of the night and the dim lighting, and Naomi was invested in a conversation with Marina and a classmate Max had invited.
You sipped your vodka soda through a tiny straw, met his eyes when you both realized the same thing: now was your chance.
You glanced around the group, made sure no one would notice when you stood and headed for the hallway off to the left between chairs and thick curtains.
You brought your drink with you, rounded the corner and waited a few seconds until he appeared, a smirk on his face when he approached.
“Hey,” he greeted.
“Hi,” you said, “I’m sorry you guys got corralled into this.”
“What?” He laughed. “I didn’t know a night with me was so tortuous for you.”
“Oh come on, you think it’s normal that Max made you guys come?”
“What do you mean?”
You shrugged, didn’t want to say more and risk exposing the truth: they know, he knows, oops.
“I think the least normal part is that I plan on getting you into my bed tonight but I don’t know how to be smooth about it,” he admitted, a little bit of a smile when you looked back over your shoulder.
“Your bed?” You let your eyes get wide when you giggled. “In Brooklyn?”
“I guess yours is only a few blocks from here,” he relented.
“Hey,” Marina rounded the corner, scanning for the bathroom when her eyes settled on the two of you. Jason took a step back, smiled at her when you turned around to find her.
“Hey,” you said.
“I thought the bathroom was back here,” she looked further down the dark hallway.
“Behind him,” you pointed, his shoulder was blocking the silhouette on the door.
She met Jason’s eyes for a second, smiled but then dipped inside when he turned back to see you.
“Text me your address,” he said quietly. “If you want to.”
You smiled at his hesitance, always careful to make sure you were okay with all of this. He never wanted to push and never wanted to make you uncomfortable.
You opened your phone, typed it quickly in a message to him and pressed send. Marina came out and walked back to the group with the two of you in tow. Another round of drinks before Max decided to dance in the middle of the room and that’s when Sophie--of all people--decided it was time to go home.
Naomi and Marina caught the same train, Will and Jesse climbed into an uber when Jason pretended to wait for one. Apparently, the tables had turned.
Sophie rolled her eyes when Max gave you a hug, their car pulled up to the curb.
“Alright, go home and drink some water,” you told Max. Jason stifled a laugh from a few feet behind you. Luckily neither of them had teased you too much tonight--they didn’t seem to notice that now you and Jason would be the only two left on the sidewalk outside Pineapple Club.
“I’m thirty, I don’t need water,” Max dismissed.
“Usually means you need more water,” Jason reminded.
“Oh whatever,” he waved his hand again once he let go of you.
“Let me know when you’re home,” you said to Sophie, a quick hug when she tried to push Max further into the car. He was already greeting the driver, too friendly for his own good after the fourth cocktail.
“Ditto,” she said, “unless you’re--” she waved a hand over at Jason, a quick smile when she caught herself. “Going elsewhere.”
“Goodnight,” you said quickly, waving to them when she finally pulled the door shut. You turned, a knot in your stomach when you looked up at Jason.
His eyebrows were arched but he didn’t look angry. A beat on top of the gum-stained cement before he broke: “So how much does she know?”
“About what?”
Unimpressed, he had to choke back a laugh. “You expect me to think that you didn’t tell Sophie anything? I’ve seen the way the two of you text during class like you’re passing notes.”
He fell into step beside you when you took off for your neighborhood, two blocks down, one left.
“I didn’t tell her everything.”
“How worried about my job do I need to be?”
“Not worried,” you shook your head quickly. “They’ll be quiet.”
“They?!” He laughed, “as in plural?” Now you laughed. He shook his head when he smiled down at you. “Oh for fuck’s sake, Y/N!”
You reached for his arm, laughed when he shook his head in doubt. “It’s fine,” you reassured, your hand trailed down to his, fingers laced automatically. “They know that we’re…hooking up.”
“Hooking up,” he nodded, like he agreed that this was a good label. “And what do they think about that?”
“They actually love it,” you nodded.
“Even Naomi?”
“Even Naomi.”
He was surprised now, it was clear on his face when you giggled. “Shocking,” you admitted.
“Shocking that they’re into it,” he clarified. “Not shocking in the slightest that you spilled the beans.”
He kept your hand in his, laughed like there wasn’t an invisible barrier between you made up of diplomas and assignments and the placard on his door that had gold lettering: Dr. Sudeikis.
He turned left onto your street, teased you when you rummaged through your bag for your keys.
What do you keep in there? He asked, everything you own?
He followed you inside, shut the door behind himself, the smirk on his face was a dead giveaway: this wasn’t his first rodeo.
“Well that was incredibly difficult,” he nodded, watched as you hung your jacket in the closet by the door.
“What was?”
He smirked before the words even left his mouth, like he knew the way it’d make your pulse quicken when his lips pulled up. “Not touching you all night.”
“Hmm,” you narrowed your eyes at him, he moved to lean against the counter. “Good to know that getting a few drinks in you makes you more into me.”
You heard the words come out of your mouth but couldn’t catch them: into you. Was he? Or did he just like seeing you naked and desperate for his touch?
Maybe you were just one of a few or even one of many. Whatever it was on his face that night sparked the same desire that had been growing over the last few months: one of one sounded a lot nicer.
But he didn’t seem to mind your fumble, a smile when he took a few steps closer. “Drunk, out at a bar with you,” he shrugged. “I’ve been thinking about what I want to do to you since we left campus.”
Which was all it took for you to walk up to him and close the space between you. You let your arms wrap around his neck, lips against his when he smiled.
He wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up, spun around until he put you on the counter.
His hands already tugged at your shirt, fingers meeting your skin once the layer was shed. It went like that until you made your way to the bed, he had his way with you on top of your sheets and then he pushed your hair behind your ear. Laying there naked with him, post-sex, felt comfortable and safe and that made your heart swell. And then it deflated with thoughts of graduation.
“You’re pretty,” he said quietly, lips turned up into a smile when he kept his eyes on your face.
You let your eyebrows crawl up your forehead, he’d never been so straightforward and genuine without a thread of fear in his words.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He rolled onto his back, opened his arm for you to crawl inside and lay on his chest. You watched him fall asleep, wondering how on earth you’d find your way out of this.
February 10th, 2019
Naomi sat across from you at a table in the library, she let out a deep exhale when you glanced up to see her eyes moving across her screen quickly.
“Y/N,” she said your name, still staring at her laptop until she looked up at you. “My doc got chosen for the student showcase in Cannes.”
“No it didn’t,” you leaned forward and let your eyes bug out, voice still a whisper to respect the third floor’s quiet zone.
Students and backpacks and laptops. Water bottled sprinkled the table tops and Naomi smiled.
“Yes it did,” she laughed. “Oh my fucking god,” she leaned back in her seat and took a deep breath.
“Naomi, this is amazing, you’re so talented and this is so deserved!”
A flurry of texts in the group chat when she told Max and Sophie.
Naomi Halter (3:15pm): MY FILM GOT CHOSEN FOR CANNES
Max Prescott (3:16pm): FUCK YES NAOMI!
Sophie Mendez (3:16pm): LET’S FUCKING GO BITCH
Y/N L/N (3:17pm): how fucking insane!!!!
Y/N L/N (3:17pm): we are in the library btw
Max Prescott (3:18pm): So this means we are all going, right? Pre-graduation trip?
Sophie Mendez (3:19pm): OMG WE HAVE TO
Sophie Mendez (3:19pm): CANNES TAKE TWO!!!!
You smiled at their excitement but felt the wheels turning. A flight to France? Expensive. A hotel in Cannes? Expensive. You’d already shelled out a good chunk of change on last year’s trip, with some help from your parents to get yourself over the finish line.
With the money you were now making it’d be easier, but you knew the cost of the school trip was cheaper than it’d cost to do it on your own.
More texts in the group:
Sophie Mendez (3:22pm): Flights are around $1500
Naomi Halter (3:22pm): You guys totally don’t have to come, I know it’s expensive
Max Prescott (3:23pm): I’m not missing this!
Fuck. Fifteen hundred for a flight? You could share a hotel to cut costs but you were already nervous about making it work. You didn’t have money like Max and hadn’t been working like Sophie had since undergrad as a bartender.
You didn’t have the heart to burst Naomi’s bubble when you walked with her through campus that same afternoon. She sipped an iced coffee and smiled ear to ear when you made your way closer to Luft.
“What’s your afternoon entail?” She asked from behind sunglasses, still floating on cloud nine.
“Meeting with Jason, actually--about school stuff.”
You felt like the disclaimer was necessary now, felt like they always suspected something sexual when his name came up in conversation. She smirked a little, you rolled your eyes when you slowed in front of the steps.
You weren’t ready yet to let it slip that he knew: he knew that they knew and if they all knew that he knew that, you figured the already blurred lines and the already messy situation would grow to a size that felt beyond control.
Naomi promised to catch up with you later, she pressed her phone to her ear when she walked away: mom, I have really exciting news!
And you did have a meeting scheduled with him, the second week of the semester and already time to make sure your final semester would be smooth sailing. It’d been a while since you’d had to wait outside for him to finish with another student, but you leaned against the wall and bit into an apple, scrolled on instagram to pass the time until they wrapped up.
The door was open, you could hear him talking with a girl--who you thought you recognized to have been in one of Max’s short films--about her classes this semester. He answered her questions and then updated a few things on his computer.
She saw you when she walked out, smiled politely and passed you in the hallway when you knocked on the doorframe.
He looked up, smiled like he knew it was you just by the sound of your knuckles against the wood.
“Hi,” you said, a step inside.
He glanced over your shoulder to ensure the last student was far enough down the hall. “You can shut it if you want.”
You did, came to sit across from him when he pulled something up on his computer.
“How’s your semester going so far?” He asked with a playful smile, a quick glance in your direction when he typed in your name.
“Is this how you start these meetings?”
“Mmmm, no,” he shook his head, stifled a laugh when he leaned back in his chair and met your eyes now. “Typically I don’t already know the answer to that question.”
“Right,” you laughed.
“I do have some news though,” he sat up straight now and looked at his computer. “Your degree audit is showing you’ll be one credit behind at the end of the semester.”
You blinked at him a few times, unsure why he was delivering this so casually.
“I’ll be what?”
“Behind,” he repeated, he clicked something and read it to himself, nodded when he looked back up at you.
“No, no, no,” you waved him off, sure he’d made a mistake. “Check again.”
“It’s right here,” he laughed a little, pointed to his computer. “Do you want to come look?”
You stared at him, blinked a few times as you let the information settle in your brain. He twisted his laptop around a bit, pointed at the screen when you started to panic.
“Well, so, how do I get the one credit? I can’t graduate late--I mean, Charlie said that my spot on the team is conditional upon completion of degree requirements,” you stood up now, shook your head as you started to pace in his office.
“You can do an independent study,” he shrugged. “You’d have to find and ask a professor to supervise that and get it approved by Dean Vasquez. But that’s what most people do, so, you’ll be okay.”
“An independent study on what, though?” You looked at him like he was crazy. Apparently he couldn’t relate to the stress of potentially not graduating after thinking you were perfectly on pace to do so in only a few short months.
“You get to choose,” he said this with furrowed brows, confused by your question.
“I know that,” you said quickly, frustration getting the best of you when you made a face.
He laughed a little, stood from his desk and came around to lean on the front of it. “This is why we do degree audits,” he reminded. “So people like you can panic now instead of in April.”
You shot him a dirty look when he laughed at his own joke. He reached for your hand and took it in his for a second when he tugged you closer.
“If you ask nicely, I’ll help you brainstorm.”
You took a deep breath, stared up at him for a second when he dropped your hand. He chuckled to himself, went to sit at his desk when he realized he wasn’t going to make you laugh that easily.
“Well I can’t TA for you, I already did that.”
“Right.”
“And I’m not writing another script, I can’t focus on that when I need to focus on ours right now.”
“Okay,” he nodded. “How about a short film?”
You thought about it for a second. “That’ll take so much time and effort for just one credit.”
“A lot of times they approve papers for one credit. Like, you can watch a film and critique it in a 10-page paper and they’ll give you the credit.”
You were quiet now, nodding as you went through the mental rolodex of films you knew well enough to critique without rewatching. With your internship and classes and now the script practically full time, you wanted something easy.
“We’ll figure it out,” he nodded, the look on his face was sincere, like he wanted to reassure you but didn’t really know how.
“I know,” you said, a sigh when you nodded again. “I just thought I was the one with news today.”
He smirked at that. “What’s your news?”
“Naomi’s doc got selected for the student showcase in Cannes.”
“It did?” His eyes got wide. “Holy shit, that’s incredible!”
“She’s over the moon,” you smiled, a theatrical eye roll when you pouted. “At least she’ll get to graduate.”
He laughed at that, rolled his eyes at your antics and sighed. “You’ll graduate, Y/N.”
“Hey,” you looked up at him quickly, wheels turning.
“Hi...” he waited for you to keep going, a skeptical look in his eyes.
“What if I come to Cannes?”
His forehead wrinkled. You’d lost him. “Why would you come?”
“Well Naomi’s gonna go, obviously. Max and Sophie are already looking at flights--something about it being a pre-graduation trip. You’re going again, right?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, the corner of his mouth lifted towards the ceiling when he tried to get the full picture. “But I don’t get where this fits into everything.”
“For my independent study.”
He shook his head slowly. “The Cannes trip can’t be your independent study.”
“Well not if I don’t produce something to earn the grade it can’t be,” you challenged. “But if I go as a chaperone, or if I go and write a critique on a film there, or--”
“You can’t chaperone a trip when you’re a student.”
“Okay so I’ll write a stupid paper! I’ll help in the planning. I will do anything to go on that trip and get my stupid credit.”
He smiled at that, couldn’t help but crack one more joke: “...anything?”
“I’m already sleeping with you,” you raised your eyebrows. “What else do you want from me?”
“Nothing,” he relented, a pause when he leaned back in his chair again. “I’ll think about the Cannes thing.”
“Okay, perfect,” you stood, grabbed your bag from the floor and nodded.
“We’re not done,” he watched with a slight smile when you headed for the door.
“Can we finish later?”
“What?” He laughed again.
“I’ve got to go,” you shrugged, turned around to see him. “I’ve gotta talk to Sophie and Max and see if they’re actually gonna get to Cannes in May.”
He shook his head, the look on his face told you he liked the way you smiled at him when you fluttered your eyelashes.
“You’ll see me later,” you shrugged. “I promise.”
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'Keep your mouth shut and your legs open'
Ted lasso x Reader
Smut and fluff
♡other tags: p in v, unprotected sex (don't do it or you'll die), cunnulingus, cum eating, vaginal fingering, soft dom!Ted, praising and degrading.
♤2.6k words
◇ y'all fuck in his office, what more do you want?
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"Stop squirmin' so much, sugar" he mumbled in your ear, hot breath making your stomach coil. "And keep your pretty litte mouth close, don't want others to hear ya' but me"
You sat on his lap, legs wide open and slung on either side of his thigh. His fingers deep in your cunt, wet with slick and his spit.
The sounds of your pussy was filthy, soaking his khakis with every move of his arms. It makes your ear go hot and toes to curl. The image of you spread out on his office with your bare cunt weeping wasn't helping you either, it makes you feel dirty, like some cheap slut for him to use whenever he grew bored.
"Take a look at that" he spread his slick fingers apart in 'v', two web of precum connecting in between. "ain't it pretty?.." he then suck it with a loud pop "sweet too, makes me wanna put my whole face deep in that pretty cunt of yours, can I?"
You nodded your head mutely, brain could barely form any words aside from moans and whimpers. Ted chuckled at you before pressing peck on your cheek, sweet and gentle as if he wasn't breaking you apart on his lap with his fingers shiny with your slick.
"Gonna put you down yeah? Sit you 'ere on my spot so I can kneel down" Ted did exactly what he told you, carrying you as he stood up before putting you on his office chair, panties on your ankles and your skirt somewhere on the carpet.
He kneeled down slowly, his once innocent eyes bright with pure happiness and adoration were now darken with lust, almost wild, like a man starve. He stared at the spot between your things "Look'a that" four fingers touch your cunt, smearing your juices and making a mess. " 's pretty, and all for me ain't that right, hun?"
You nodded your head, almost squealing when Ted push your thighs apart, putting them on the arms of his office chair and leaning close to your cunt. "Need your words, baby doll. Tell me its all f'me"
" 's alll yours" you said almost in daze, your hand gripping your shirt thight halfway to your belly button. He had told you to do it earlier, command you do it so he could see his fingers disappearing in your pussy.
"Thats right" he mumbled before he blew on it, smiling as you shivered.
"This what you want, sugar? To be spread out in my office where everybody can walk in and see you actin' like this?" He lick a slow stripe of your cunt, you whimpered lowly. "Bet it is, hm? You've always been the filthy one. Even humpin' on my cock when I told you not to, who would have thought my perfect girl could be so disobedient?"
You feel like you were drowning, his words almost like a fleeting whisper as you sat there, chest panting and mouth agape. He was breaking you, pulling you apart until you turn into nothing but a toy for him to use. You clamped your mouth shut when you felt him lick you, poking your clit from the hood of your pussy before sucking it on his mouth with a filthy sound.
"Mhm!" You moaned through your palm, arching your back and gasping when he push it back down.
"Stay still" he ordered before diving back in, not even giving you a second to breath. He captured your clit between his lips, pulling before sucking it, even going as far as to pressed his face further and lapping at your cunt. His tounge now on your throbbing hole, slurping any slick he could taste with his nose bumping your bundle of nerves.
"T-ted!" You moaned loudly as he started to aggressively eat you out, lapping and sucking like a man deprived of anything good in his life. He's tasting you like it would be his last, as if there's a noose around his neck ready to pull at a drop of a silver pin. "S-shit!" You threw your head back and slithered your fingers on his brown locks and pull, he groaned loudly as you did so but did not relent his actions.
Your pussy is fluttering at every poke of his tounge, your slick dripping down on the leather chair and towards his chin. He was a mess but the way he looks at you made you think he actually loves being dirty like this. He pulled away to kiss the inside of your thighs, lips shimmering with your juice and his spit.
"Stay still for me, would ya?" He had asked before pulling both of your thighs forward and making you slide down - you're half hanging on the chair and half laying down. "There we go, sweetheart. Be good f' me. Let me make this pretty pussy cry hm? Give you what you been wantin' for" he kiss your cunt briefly before he took two of his fingers and slowly push it in, you groaned loudly before pressing a palm on your mouth.
"Shhhh, I know. But you gotta keep quiet, alright darlin? Don't want those boys hearin' you while I'm fucking your cunt." He stated lowly, eyes stuck on the way you swallow his fingers, as if your pussy was hungry for everything he can offer."So fuckin' wet, sugar. Should have punish you y'know? Comin' on my work with that short skirt on, teasin' me and pretending you don't know a thing when I called ya out" he clicked his tounge with that stern tone that made your stomach coil and pussy throb. "Youre lucky i love ya' or else ill have ya on my knees right now, that sweet ass red from my palm and crying pretty tears. But I dont wanna hurt ya'" he licked his lips as a slick drip down from your pussy "can't have my pretty girl suffering, I don't think my poor heart can take it" he said before leaning down, capturing your hard clit on his mouth and giving a loud hard suck that had your thighs shaking and back arching.
"NGHHH!" your moans were muffled by your palm, eyes rolling back and jerking on every thrust of his hand.
Ted pry your thighs apart before his palm pressed on your lower abdomen, adding to your sensitivity and the overwhelming feeling of pleasure and ecstasy. He pulled away from your cunt, his hands slowly going faster and reaching for that hidden nerves that made you want to melt.
"So fucking pretty like this, darlin'" he praised you while he ruin you. "Such a pretty girl" he pecked your lips but you didnt have the right mind to even respond properly, you are out of it, your mind nothing but empty air and your body knows nothing but pleasure. He pressed his face into your neck, inhaling your scent as he put his other hand on the wall to keep him grounded while he fucked your pussy roughly. He groaned when you groaned and moaned when you moaned, he buried his face further into your throat, licking your skin and pressing to you close as you claw on his nape, you were shaking at this point, eyes closed and mouth agape.
His fingers were loud in your cunt, filthy and animalistic. He hit your spot at every thrust, chuckling at every swallowed sob of your blubbering mouth. "Too much hm? Better take it, you haven't even cum yet"
You keep your eyes closed tightly as you feel the coil on your stomach tightening, your pussy fluttering on his fingers, squeezing it tight and soaking it with your slick. You held onto him as you came, toes curling and teeth burried on his shoulder.
"There ya' go, that's my good girl, that's a sweetheart. So good for me, so fuckin' perfect" he kissed your cheeks repeatedly as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, not stopping even when your tears soak his shirt.
"Mgh! To-too sensitive" you had said but you chased his fingers when he almost pulled away. "Just a little longer, dolly. Wanna see you cum again"
You shook your head to say no, you could feel your cum dripping down the chair, could feel it stick to the inside of your thigh but Ted still didn't stop, only push forward. "Come on, darlin' you can do it"
"T-ted i-fuck, please I cant-"
"Yes you can" he kissed your forehead, lingering a little too long that you could feel your heart flutter. "Come on, I know you can do it. Just one more time, let go for me, sugar. Make me proud"
You came again with a silent cry, thighs shaking and eyes rolled back as Ted mumbled praises and sweet nothing in your ears.
"Good girl, there we go" he stated, his thrust slowing down.
"Love you, you did so good" he kissed you gently before pulling back, the fingers that were once buried in your cunt were now gone and you watch, with hooded eyes and heaving chest as he sucked it on his mouth.
"Ted.." you mumbled as you watched him undo his belt, the clashing mental echoing on the silent room as he watched you with dark eyes and a subtle smirk.
"Somethin' wrong, sweetheart?" He had asked coyly, pulling his khakis down lightly. "Ya need something?" He pulled his cock out of his boxers and it made you salivate, made you want to lean down and take it to your mouth, taste him like he had tasted you and make him fall apart.
"Fuck.." you whispered as you watch him thread his fingers to his slightly messy hair, licking his lips as he did so. Warm hands, almost enveloping the entirety of your thigh spread you apart once again, as if you're nothing but a toy.
"Keep those legs open f' me, yeah? Finally gonna give you my cock, sweetie. you'll behave, won't you?"
You nodded your head at his question, your pussy twitching at every movement he makes. His thumb caressed the skin in your inner thigh before he leaned down and spit on your throbbing cunt.
Your breath hitched as you stared at his large cock, dripping with precum and bobbing with need. It always makes you wonder how you can fit it in, how Ted makes you take it because seeing it now so so close, it almost seems like impossible.
"Dont worry your pretty little head, sugar" he licked his lips, lining up his cock on your sopping entrance. "It'll fit"
He thrusted slowly, gripping the flesh on your hips and thumb caressing your tummy. He groaned as as you clenched, holding on his arms as he swallowed the moan threatening to escape your mouth.
"F-fuck, almost there, darlin' almost there" he mumbled as he buried his face on your neck, mumbling curses as he move. His right hand push your thigh forward, folding you in half with a loud groaned as he finally bottom out. You moaned in return, closing your eyes and throwing your head back.
"There we go, sweetheart. There we fuckin' go, shit- told ya It'll fit, you're fuckin' made for me" he growled and suddenly thrusted a little harder, hitting that hidden bundle of nerves deep inside you. It made you choke on your own saliva and whimpered loudly. "Pretty pussy, made just f'me ain't that right, princess?" He held your cheek between his hand before pulling you for a kiss, swallowing your moans.
You gasped as he started to move a little faster, rocking the chair beneath the both of you. You feel so full, his cock stretching you so widely you know you'll feel him till morning.
"Feel me in here?" He ask as he pressed a palm on your tummy, chuckling when he felt a dull bump beneath his hand. "You do don't ya? Cock so big im all up your fuckin' guts, its a suprpise you can still keep quiet hm?"
"P-please" you almost sobbed pathetically as he continue to hit that spot inside of you that makes you want to bury your head into his chest and screamed. "P-please, Ted"
He cooed and grab your face, his thumb swirling on your wet bottom lip as you stared up to him with daze eyes and agape mouth, head filled with nothing but air and the pleasure of his cock. "What is it, darlin? Need something from me?"
You nodded dumbly, sucking his thumb into your mouth and groaning loudly when he moaned and thursted forward rather harshly. "Te-tell me what you need, come on-shit, come on sweetheart. Ya know ill gave it to ya, just say the word" he push his thumb forward, caressing the pad of your tounge before pulling it out and putting it in your clit. "Cum? Wanna cum, is that it? Does my pretty dolly wanna cum?"
"Y-yes, want to cum, please Ted please" you begged pathetically, tears brimming in your eyes from all the pleasure you're receiving. Your pussy practically weeping.
"Shhh, I know, I know. Aint gonna have to beg yeah? Don't have to, you know ill give to ya" he groaned and clenched your hips harder. "Fuckin love ya so much ill give the whole goddamn world to you" he confessed before capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, Ted tasted like salt and sweet and love and promises you know you'll keep, you pulled him towards you and embrace him as his cock drilled into your wet cunt, you held him so close you could barely breath. "I got you, sweetheart. Shi-shit squeezin me so tight" he held the back of your chair and started ramming into you fast, almost too much.
"Mmhh" he whimpered, thumb moving into your clit a little bit faster now and more sloppier. "M' close.." he whispered and put his forehead into you, closing his eyes "come with me, honey. Please" he begged so beautiful your heart ache, you nodded at his request and captured his face into the both of your palm before kissing him gently.
"I love you" you whispered and soon enough you were coming, your toes curling and your back lifting. Ted clenched his jaw and lightly pulled your hips up and started fucking you like it was his last.
"Fuck!" Soon enough he had come, throwing his head back and his hips stuttering. Whimpering and twitching whenever you clenched tight.
"S-shit, sweetheart" he breathed heavily before looking down on you, flashing you that love sick smile partnered with his blushing cheeks.
You grin up to him and kiss him passionately, soft and gentle and filled with adoration.
"Ya should come here more often" he had said with a cheeky grin, moving away to tuck himself back to his jeans before gently putting your panties back into you.
You scoffed "and you said I'm the dirty one"
Ted laugh lightly "oh well I guess we both have our moments. But um-" he looked down, suddenly shy as if he wasnt just rearranging your guts a second ago. "I would really love it if you come here more often and we dont hav'ta..y'know..just wanna spend time with ya, that's all"
You breathed a sigh and pull him close and kiss his nose. "Youre too cute"
"Does that mean you'll come again tomorrow?" He gave you his very best puppy eyes, the one that would make even the gods bend their knee.
You rolled your eyes affectionately "Of course ill come" you smiled at him slightly "I don't think I can sayo no to that pretty face"
He grinned cheekily. "I know"
Ted kissed your knuckles and you suddenly realize that you don't mind marrying this man and maybe even going into his work very day, seeing him like this is worth it anyway.
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