#ted lasso reader insert

You didn’t know it was physically possible for the man’s voice to get any deeper than it already was, but Roy Kent’s sexy morning voice proved you wrong.

“Hi,” You replied with a smile as you stretched your arms back over your shoulders.

“Last night was…” You trail off, at the risk of sounding overly trite. 

“Good, really good,” Roy finishes for you as he reaches under the covers to pull you close.

“Yeah,” You reply with a small laugh as you press your lips to Roy’s. “We should do it again sometime,” You add lightly. “Are you free right now?” Roy asks as the hands currently tracing the skin above your hips move just a tiny bit lower. “Very funny,” You reply as you

“For breakfast,” Roy replies as his brow furrows. “Get your head out of the gutter.” “Yeah, I should be free after I have delicious morning sex with a very handsome, retired old footballer,” You tease before you preoccupy yourself and Roy for the next hour or so.

-

Your early morning rendezvous ended up taking up all of your free time that morning, so you had to skip out on breakfast and make your morning meeting with Keeley a coffee date so that you could shovel a pain au chocolat into your mouth before you collapsed from hunger.

“Sex on the first date? You slut!” Keeley hissed in absolute delight as she cackled. Clearly pleased that all of her scheming had paid off in droves.

“Keep your voice down, you incorrigible blabbermouth,” You hiss as you lean over the table to shush her.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Keeley apologizes as she matches your stage whisper with her own. 

“There was just so much… build up, all that tension,” You replied.  “It was insane. I haven’t had that much sexual chemistry with someone in a long time.”

“So it was good?” Keeley asked.

“Kind of insanely good. Multiple orgasms, I went down on him, and then he did this thing with his mouth–”

“Alright, we get it, we get it!” Keeley cut you off before you could detail the whole night in play-by-play. 

“I’m happy for you,” She adds. “Like, so happy for you. You deserve this.”

“Aww, thanks, Keels,” You reply with a grin.

“So are you two dating now?” She asks curiously. “I don’t know, we haven’t talked about it,” You admit. You’d gotten so caught up in everything, the date, then everything after, that you hadn’t had a single moment until now to process much of what had happened, and what it all might have meant.

Casual fun? Exploring sexual chemistry? Something more? 

Was it even normal to settle on a label this early on? Even if they’d had sex, they’d only been on one official date. It’s not like you wanted to marry him or anything.

You didn’t want to think about any of this. Not with your latte sitting in front of you, maybe two sips drunk out of it. “You’re right, way too deep,” Keeley replied when she saw the existential look on your face.

“So what did you want to meet about?” You ask, quickly changing the subject before you can truly spiral. “I don’t think someone has ever sent me a Google Calendar invite after 10pm.”

“Sort of a last-minute project, I got a call last night from one of Jamie’s personal sponsors, Rolex. They’re supposed to do a photoshoot tonight, but the photographer called out at the last minute. Any chance you could fill in?” Keeley asks as she looks at you with those wide, hopefully puppydog eyes that you can never say no to.

Not that you would even consider saying no in this situation. “For Rolex? Of course,” You reply almost immediately. You’d be insane to refuse such a great job. “I will make myself free.”

“Amaze! I’ll call them right now!” Keeley shrieks excitedly as she leaps out of her chair.

You made a dent in your coffee while Keeley stepped outside for the call.

When she came back, you were feeling much more caffeinated and much more alive. 

“Okay, we’re all set. They’re going to send over the brief and the contract. We’re starting at the stadium, and then heading to the Shard tonight,” Keeley tells you as she sits back down, all without ever looking up from her phone as she taps rapidly. “Eeeeeeik! I’m so excited!” 

“You’re brill, Keels, thank you for thinking of me,” You tell her as you grab her hands across the table and squeeze them tightly.

“Of course! You’re the best photographer I know, it was a no-brainer,” Keeley replied. “Go grab your equipment, I’ll meet you at Nelson Road this afternoon. I gotta make a few more calls for tonight.”

“Alright, love ya,” You tell her as you both stand and squeeze each other tightly before you grab your bag and head out. 

-

You got to Nelson Road way too early. You were worried you’d be late, and didn’t want to make a negative impression on the Rolex reps. But now you were here, and no one else was yet, so there wasn’t much for you to do.

You were wandering the hallways, trying to kill time, when Roy came out of one of the doorways and stopped in his tracks when he noticed you further down the hall. 

“Are you stalking me?” He asks after a moment.

“You wish,” You reply as you make your way over to him. “What are you doing here?” He asks curiously.

“I’m working a shoot with Rolex and Jamie Tartt,” You tell him with a gesture to the camera bag slung over your shoulder.

“You’re early!” Keeley shouts from down the hall before Roy can respond, both of you instead turning to watch the little blonde stroke towards you. “I didn’t think you’d be here for another hour or so!”

“I got nervous,” You admit.

“Well, let’s head out to the field and set up. I think the Rolex people will be here any second, and we can talk through everything with them before Jamie’s done with practice,” Keeley tells you.

“Okay,” You reply with a nod.

“The plan is to shoot here when he’s sweaty and kitted up, a sort of post-match look. And then we’ll head to the strand while he cleans up and changes for the debonair James Bond vibe.”

You nod, you’d figured as much from the brief that the Rolex people sent over.

“Cool, I have my night shoot gear in the car for later, but I should have everything I need for here in my backpack.”

“Why the fuck would anyone want Tartt to represent their brand? Don’t they want to sell their products?” Roy grumbled beside you. “Woah,” You reply as you whip around to face him. You’d almost forgotten he was there.

“Jesus,” Keeley replied. “Tell us how you really feel.”

“I feel like Jamie is a dick,” Roy doubled down as he crossed his arms over his chest. “That’s why people like him,” Keeley replied with a shrug. “He’s a footballer. Most of you are dicks, it’s what people like about you.”

“And I love money,” You add, trying to diffuse the situation. “And if Rolex wants to pay me, I’ll shoot whoever they pick. No questions asked.”

“Amen, sista,” Keeley replied. “Let’s head out there. See you around Roy,” She adds with a little wave to Roy.

“I’ll text you later?” You say/ask Roy as you let Keeley drag you off.

“Yeah,” Roy replied as he watched you go.

-

Jamie was a bit of a dick. If you were being honest. 

But he wasn’t worse than the Rolex reps. 

Seriously, where did they get off on micromanaging her through every single shot?

She had worked her fair share of corporate gigs, so she knew the deal. Marketing reps or whoever else always had a need to get their two cents in. 

“Can we make sure that the light is catching the watch?” One of them, the balding one asked as he peered over your shoulder so closely you could smell the cheese and onion chips he’d had with his lunch on his breath.

“We absolutely can,” You huff. As if you are so incapable that you can’t do the basic job you were hired for. 

“Jamie! Can we get some movement? Maybe some juggling?” You ask him as you stare at him through squinted eyes. He’s too stiff, too… fake as he stands there, ball in hand, smizing right down the barrel of your camera.

“Are you sure?” He asks after a moment.

“Listen to the professional, Jamie!” Keeley calls out from where she’s fielding concerns from the other rep about whether or not the colors of Jamie’s jersey clash with the watch.

“Yeah, give the ball a few touches, pretend we’re not here,” You tell him with your camera at your side. “Or are you telling me you can’t even get to ten touches any more?” “Ten! Please,” Jamier scoffed as he dropped the ball to the ground before quickly tipping it back up into the air with his toe. “Try a hundred.” “I’ll take that bet,” You reply as you pull your camera back up to your eye with a grin. Now we’re talking.

Your shutter clicks rapidly as Jamie grins, ball a loft in front of him, arm somehow perfectly placed in front of him, watch glinting in the golden hour light.

You couldn’t have planned a more perfect photograph.

You grin as you look down at the photo you’ve got.

“I think we’ve got the perfect shot,” You say as you encourage everyone to step around to where your laptop is propped up, and take a closer look at the final shot.

“Brilliant!” Keeley crows as she squeezes a hug out of you from behind.

“Woah,” Jamie mutters. “I look fucking magestic.”

“We’ll need a few alternatives in case the team doesn’t like this one,” The non-bald rep intones as he peers at the laptop. “But this one is my favorite,” He adds with a smile as he claps you on the back. A little too hard.

“Of course,” You reply with a nod. 

The rest of the shoot is equally brilliant and infuriating, once the team is happy with your alts you move on to the Shard. There’s a car service to take you all downtown which is lovely.

But then there’s a hiccup as the reps seem to have forgotten they aren’t at Happy Hour and are already pissed by the time Jamie shows up with Keeley. Which is probably a blessing in disguise because it means that they’re mostly just shouting their ‘tips’ for the shoot at each other and leaving you and Keeley alone to work with Jamie to get some baller shots of him on the View deck, with the London skyline lit up at night behind him. 

Very debonair. 

You and Keeley pack the reps into a taxi heading (hopefully) home. Along with saying goodbye to Jamie before Keeley turns to you with a sigh.

“Drink?” “After that? I’m going to need a few,” You reply as you head over to the pub around the corner.

“Christ, it really is amazing the way pretty much every man in the world is a total jagoff,” You intone into your cocktail as you sit at the bar with Keeley.

“I can’t believe there’s still so many guys like that out there,” Keeley muttered.

“If you’re going to mansplain my job to me, at least be professional about it? I mean if we’d shown up drunk…” You trail off. Knowing that there was no way you’d ever work again if you were that unprofessional. “I know babes, I wish I could only ever work with women from now on,” Keeley replied. “I’d love to never have to speak to a man again.” “Amen to that,” You say as you clink your glass against Keeley’s. “I know you don’t really mean that,” Keeley replied.

“Yeah,” You admit. Thinking of the only sometimes-dickish man who decidedly put his dick to good use last night.

“Are you off for a repeat with Roy?” Keeley as she peers at you curiously over her drink. Clearly living vicariously through you.

“I dunno, I haven’t texted him all day,” You tell her with a shrug. But now that she mentions it… It certainly would make you feel better. “But now that you mention it…” You add as you pull out your phone.

-

You: Just finished work. What are you up to?

Roy: You’re finally done with fuckwit?

You: Aww were you jealous?

Roy: Desperately.

You:  What have you been occupying yourself with while you miss me?

Roy: Who are you? The cops?

You: How embarrassing is it? I’m picturing you drawing NSFW furry art

Roy: My yoga group is catching up on Lust Conquers All

You: Awww

Roy: Don’t mock me

You: It is fantastic tv

You: How wine drunk are you?

Roy: Sober enough to consent

You: Come by when you’re done?

“Well, hey there Darlin’. Come on - sit down.”

Ted is standing in the kitchen, ushering his way towards you with a steaming cup of coffee in hand.

You make your way to the dining room table, taking the cup of coffee from his outstretched hands.

“Morning, Ted. What are you up to?” You ask with a laugh. Leave it to Ted to always have something up his sleeve when it comes to you.

“Just wanted to show you some lovin’ that’s all.”

You cock your head at him, “Ted, you do that everyday.”

“I know, I know but - we’ve both just been so busy lately and I feel like I haven’t really been able to spoil you like normal but…”

He trails off and his gaze lands on the clock in the corner. “It seems like we might have some extra time this morning.”

You open your mouth but he puts his hand up to shush you before you can protest.

“Now, I know we’ve both got work, you’re already dressed and I wouldn’t wanna ruin your pretty outfit, plus you’ve got coffee to drink before it gets too cold. So you sit right there and I’m gonna do the work.”

Of course. Ted is a giver. You shouldn’t have suspected anything different. You couldn’t help but squirm at the thought. Ted is making his way under the table, you hear him ask, “it okay if I move this skirt up, and take these panties off pretty girl?”

“Um - yes.”

You were trying to focus on your coffee, but good lord, he’s kissing your thighs. He couldn’t have really expected you to handle a hot beverage while he was between your legs, could he?

“Can’t wait to have a taste..” he murmurs against your pussy. The vibrations of his voice against your slit already has you gasping.

“T-Ted.” You let out rather breathlessly. Your hands instinctively move towards his hair and he groans against your pussy.

“Feel free to tug on my hair there, Darlin. Have fun with it. I know I definitely will.”

He fastens his mouth over your pussy, giving you an open mouthed kiss. You’re careful to try not to knock over your coffee cup as you steady yourself on the table. His lips and teeth are traveling over your cunt to your swollen clit, his nimble fingers teasing at your opening.

He pulls his mouth back, letting his fingers take over the job. “You seem pretty needy there, honey. You gonna take my fingers?”

Before you can get even let out a sound, however, his mouth is back to work. His tongue and fingers seeming to work in tandem. You scratch along his scalp as your hips rise against his tongue.

“Ah, patience.” He grumbles. Ted always likes take his time and appreciate you but good lord, this was a slowness you weren’t used to. There were so many slow strokes and kisses against your heat.

“You know what they say, right? Good things come to those who wait.” He paused pulls his mouth away and goes back to kissing your inner thighs and you can’t help but groan.

“I love hearing your breath hitch when I do this. Seeing you turn senseless cause of me? You spend so much time stuck up in that pretty little head of yours. I love having the chance to pull you out of it.”

God, even if you could think of something to say, you didn’t think your mouth would be capable of forming an actual response. He went back to kissing along the lips of your pussy, pausing to sink his tongue in as deep as he could, then withdrawing to suck on your clit again.

His fingers go back to work and he’s not letting up. “Can you feel my fingers baby? I love the way you respond to me. You’re so beautiful, you know that? You wanna cum, sweet girl?”

You didn’t take the time to question if he was teasing you. You nodded furiously. He kept stroking your walls and kissing your thighs and you were starting to worry you were becoming too sensitive.

“Lord. Your skin is so soft. I’ll never understand how you do that.” He murmurs almost more to himself than to you. “What if I just did this a little bit… harder?”

His fingers seem to move purposefully, pressing against all the tender spots his fingers have been skillfully avoiding this whole time. You head falls back and moan escapes you as he places the flat of his tongue against your clit, almost pressing down too firmly, his eyes flick up to see your head hanging back off the dining room chair, eyes closed.

He intertwines his arm around your leg, wrapping it behind his body. “Look down at me, baby.” His head gently nudges up, peaking his head out underneath the table. You turn your head down, eyes hooded, drinking him in.

“Put your hands around my neck and keep your eyes on me, okay? I want you to watch me devour your pretty body.”

You mindlessly did as you were told. You were in too much of a daze. “You’re mine, you know? And I’m yours. You fit so perfectly into me.”

Before you know it, you’re on the edge of climax.

“There we go. Let go for me.”

You’re gasping trying to come down from your high. You look at the cup of coffee in front of you, lukewarm and bordering on cold. It snaps you back to reality. You turn around anxiously looking at the clock.

Ted is acting like nothing happened. He pushes your skirt back down, and comes back up from under the table.

“Looks like it’s time to go work, huh sweetheart?”

“Yeah..” you were still in a daze. How was Ted so put together? As if he didn’t just make you come undone?

You knew exactly what that meant and you texted back an immediate, “yes sir.” You’d spent all day long making decisions and having people look to you for next steps and you wanted nothing more than to be empty of everything but following directions and receiving pleasure. No thinking critically, no making decisions, just meeting needs and having needs met. You practically skipped to your dresser and slid open the drawer you reserved for your laciest things. It was never important to Ted what you wore, but it helped you get into the proper headspace when you dressed in something sexy. 

You chose white, knowing Ted loved how it looked on your skin; a lace, see-through bra, and matching crotchless panties, complete with garters and stockings. Ted had purchased it, but you’d never worn it for him before and you were preemptively giddy at what his reaction would be. 

You kneeled in the center of the bed, sitting back on your heels, and fought the urge to text him to get an ETA. The waiting was part of it, the anticipation already ramping up your arousal, already making you shift a little on the bed as you listened for the sound of the front door. 

Your heart skipped a beat when you finally heard it and you sat up ramrod straight, ready for your love to walk into the room and tell you what was going to happen next. 

Ted was tired, but he didn’t regret texting you. He hovered outside of the door for just a moment, eyes closed, hand resting on the doorknob. Richmond was suffering from tie after tie, Michelle wanted to discuss the custody agreement for the thousandth time, and it seemed everyone in his life was looking to him for answers that he didn’t have. But on the other side of this door, he knew you would be there waiting for him, with no questions and needing no answers from him; when he stepped through the door, if he asked for something he was going to receive it and just the thought of that had his pulse quickening and his cock throbbing. 

You didn’t dare move a muscle when the door opened silently, but you couldn’t hide your smile. There was never a moment that you didn’t want to see Ted, and right now was certainly no exception. He was wearing his classic button-up shirt and khakis, and you knew he must have removed his sweater before his walk home, maybe just to make it easier to get undressed right now. He leaned against the doorframe and looked at you, his eyes full of unadulterated affection as they trailed the lengths of your exposed skin. He gave you a low whistle as he crossed the threshold. 

“Look at you, darlin’,” Ted spoke slowly, his voice quiet enough that if you’d moved you wouldn’t have heard him. “You knew exactly what I wanted, didn’t you?”

“Yes sir,” you said, matching his volume, your voice dripping with pride. 

He walked over to the side of the bed, within arms reach and you turned to look at him but stayed firmly on your knees. “Eyes forward, beautiful.” And it was just like Ted to make a command sound so sweet and pleasant. You turned back toward the doorway and could feel his fingers drag chastely across your shoulders and down your arm, before picking up your hand and bringing it to his lips. Heat rushed to your cheeks at the tenderness that was immediately countered by a firm snap of your garter against your thigh that you didn’t see coming and it shocked a gasp from you. 

You bit your bottom lip in regret at the sound but Ted ran his thumb over it and pulled it free. “It’s okay darlin’, you can talk to me. You make such beautiful sounds.” 

You said the first thing that came to mind, all in one deep exhale of breath, “I missed you baby.” 

You were still looking straight ahead so you couldn’t see the bright smile that graced his face. “Oh, baby you have no idea,” Ted sighed, and he slid onto the bed behind you, resting on his knees and plastering himself against your back. His arm snaked up your chest and his right hand held you loosely under your jaw—you sucked in a breath as his lips found the side of your neck, his mustache tickling at the sensitive spot behind your ear.

“Do you want me to touch you, baby,” Ted asked, his left hand fiddling with the waistband of your underwear, his right hand gently stroking the length of your neck as you tilted your head back onto his shoulder. 

“Yes.” 

Ted snapped your garter again and you yelped, “Yes, sir.” He kissed your shoulder for delivering the right answer, which you appreciated, but you would have said anything to get him to put his hands where you wanted them. The crotchless panties meant you could feel yourself slick and wanting and you nearly whined when Ted removed his hand from your neck. You didn’t mourn the loss for long because he quickly looped it around your ribcage and pulled you back into his lap, pressing his own back into the headboard and spreading his legs in a V. With your back against his front, he could look over your shoulder and see all of you spread out for him, your legs askew and braced on his strong thighs. Ted hummed as his warm palms covered your stomach and thighs, taking his time with caresses and tickles that had you wiggling against his noticeable erection. 

“I’m going to lose my mind,” you whined through gritty teeth when his fingers barely grazed your nipple. You knew better than to ask or beg but you were glad he gave you the okay to talk.

“I’m sorry, darlin’, and you’ve been so good for me,” Ted chuckled, dropping an open-mouthed kiss on the juncture between your neck and shoulder. As he kissed you, he tugged the cup of your bra just enough to give him access to your nipple, tweaking it gently between his thumb and forefinger. You moaned, deep and low, and Ted pinched just a bit harder, his teeth and mustache grazing your neck, his other hand still splayed wide on your thigh. 

“Fuck, Ted,” you breathed out, and he released your breast, pressing his hand firmly between your shoulder blades so you’d bend forward enough that he could reach the clasp of your bra. You took a deep breath when you relaxed into him again, your peaked nipples tingling slightly as they were exposed to air. 

“I want to take you apart, sweet pea,” Ted nearly growled in your ear and you shivered hard. The hand on your thigh was creeping closer to your center, while his other hand was back to massaging your breasts, alternating between them. “How does that sound?”

“Please, sir, fuck, please. Do whatever you want to me, I’m begging you.” 

Ted groaned. His cock twitched against your back at the sheer devotion in your voice as you pleaded for him. “Yes ma’am.”

Ted used his own legs to spread yours further apart and you were sure the bed underneath you was damp, but it didn’t matter because he was finally sliding his middle finger over your throbbing clit. You whimpered loudly, but Ted took his time touching and exploring, his other hand still toying with your nipples. Without thinking about it, you slid a little further down in his grip. 

“Where ya runnin’ to darlin’,” Ted chuckled, the hand on your breast quickly reaching up from your chest to hold your neck again, steadying you against him. He wasn’t restricting your breathing at all, but just the feeling of his possessive hold made you moan. The hand stroking your clit picked up its pace as he lowered his mouth to your ear. “You’re going to stay right there and be good for me, aren’t you?” 

“Yes, sir,” you whispered, huskily. Ted paused in touching you and you watched with wide eyes as he reached for your garter and stretched it further than ever, the elastic making your eyes water and you cried out as it made impact. It was a sharp sting that was over quickly and it felt like it went straight to your clit. 

“I can’t hear you, beautiful. You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you? You’re gonna sit right here and let me make you come?” 

“Yes, sir,” you overcorrected, nearly yelling as his hand returned, but he bypassed your clit and instead entered you in one smooth motion and fucking you steadily with long, confident fingers. Your eyes practically rolled back in your head, but as much as you wanted to meet his thrusts or push back against his straining erection, you followed instructions and held still. It was worth it for the praise he cooed in your ear. Ted released your neck, slowly returning to caressing every inch of your skin with a warm, firm pressure while still working you up easily, the sounds filthy and arousing.

He curled his fingers, transitioning to short strokes against your inner wall that made your eyes slam shut and your head fall back again. Ted took advantage of the access, licking and sucking marks into the thin skin of your neck. Your skin was growing hot to the touch and you could feel Ted’s smile pressed against your shoulder, his hair flopping over his forehead and tickling the side of your face. He knew you were close and you’d do anything in your power to obey so that you could orgasm. You were panting curses as the pleasure built and Ted was a grinning fool, as he brought his thumb to your clit with a rapid flicking motion. Your abs flexed with the force of your climax, shockwaves rolling up from your core that had you flinging your hands to grip Ted’s thighs, your fingers digging in hard enough that you knew he’d find bruises when it was all said and done. 

When your breathing settled, Ted used his thumb and forefinger to tilt your face toward his and kiss him deeply, his tongue slick and searching against yours. Your heart beat a steady patter of I love him, I love him, I love him and neither of you had to say it for you to know that he felt it too. 

“You okay, darlin’,” Ted asked softly as he pulled away. “Color?”

“Green,” you answered with zero hesitation. You licked your swollen lips and realized Ted was still fully dressed. You turned around to kneel between his legs and started unbuttoning his shirt.

Ted reached for your wrists and held them easily with one hand, restraining you from his buttons. “Why don’t we take a break, let me get you some water.” You knew Ted was being sweet and considerate but it almost felt like a punishment for him to pause the scene, for him not to snap your garter or slap your ass and admonish you for taking his clothes off without permission. You’d followed every instruction, and behaved yourself perfectly, but you must look pretty wrecked if he was taking your green as a yellow anyway. 

“No sir,” you pouted, avoiding his eyes and instead looking down at his tented crotch. 

“No,” he questioned, one eyebrow raised, his voice instantly darker. You smirked knowing that you had him hooked again. “You’ve been such a good girl and now you want to ruin it by telling me no?” His other hand fingered the elastic of your garter yet again, but he waited you out. 

“You’re right, I have been such a good girl,” you practically purred, and you moved backward on your knees, a stretch considering your hands were still bound in one of Ted’s. “And now I want my reward.” Thank god for yoga, you thought as you bent down, your arms still restrained, and pressed your lips to Ted’s crotch. Ted groaned and you took a few moments to press kisses into his khakis before licking a broad stripe over his hard, hidden cock. Despite the multiple layers, he could feel the heat from your tongue and his breath hitched. 

“Baby,” Ted started to speak, but when he opened his eyes to look at you, your face was pressed to his bulge and you were looking up at him with pleading doe-eyes; whatever thought or objection he had died before it hit the air. “Fuck, you really want it, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” you tried to sound seductive but your tone was excited and embarrassingly desperate. 

“You were a very good girl for me,” Ted considered, “but right now you’re being incredibly naughty and you know it.” You smiled a little, wiggling your hips in the air. “I guess I’ll just have to show you what happens when you’re not careful what you wish for.” 

You weren’t sure exactly what he meant but the words themselves sent bolts of electricity through you. He tugged your hands gently so you’d raise up enough for him to slide off the bed. You were surprised that he didn’t release his grip on you, but you weren’t complaining about watching him open his belt buckle and pull his boxer briefs and khakis down to his ankles one-handed. His cock bobbed, hard and shiny with precum, and you had to put in some effort to keep your drool contained. You were still kneeling on the bed, but Ted gestured with his head at the floor and you used his support to clamber down and kneel in front of him instead. 

“Open,” Ted requested firmly, and you obeyed instantly, sticking your tongue out slightly. Ted grabbed his cock at the base and fed it gently into your open mouth, a short thrust before he removed his cock entirely. You didn’t have the use of your hands to brace yourself so you fell forward just a little and Ted used his other hand to tilt your chin up to him. “You’re not going to get to use your hands, do you know what to do if you need a break?” 

You wanted to joke “bite” but Ted was serious about safety and you were so close to getting what you wanted. “Yes, sir,” you wiggled your hand around to make enough space that you could easily tap the top of his hand in 3 short bursts. 

“Good girl,” Ted said, before using the hand that was still under your chin to bring your mouth back to his cock. Ted was big and he knew it, not often requesting blow jobs, but you relished in the burn of your jaw as you bobbed your head down the length of him and back up. He held himself still at first but then slowly started to thrust, his hand moving from your chin around to the back of your neck. You moaned as he took control of the pace and you focused on nothing else but being wet and open for him. You could tell he was being gentle with you and yet you still gagged around him a little when he brushed the back of your throat. 

“Fuck, darlin’, you feel amazing,” Ted sighed, his hips continuing to snap forward, and you could answer with only a whimper. If you could speak, you would have told him the silky, warm weight of him against your tongue felt just as fantastic. You looked up at him and could feel tears forming in the corner of your eyes and Ted slowed slightly. You could tell he was about to check in with you and you cut him off by hollowing your cheeks, ramping up the suction. Ted threw his head back with a growl thrusting once, twice, with his full length and then held, fully filling your throat. Your mind emptied of anything but breathing through your nose and making Ted come. You swallowed against him involuntarily, but the pressure made Ted spasm and he slid all the way out immediately, panting like he’d just run 5 miles. 

“Jesus Christ,” Ted gasped, his hand still holding your neck steady and you grinned, your face damp and lips swollen. “Come up here.” Ted pulled your hands a little towards the bed but you held your ground and he looked at you quizzically. 

“No, sir,” you said, your voice hoarse. “I want you to come in my mouth. Please.” 

Ted waited a moment, searching your face for any hint of you regretting the request. He massaged the back of your neck and you hummed. “Beg for it.” 

From your position on your knees, you locked eyes with your love, his dress shirt hanging open and his hair askew. This would be easy. 

“I want your cock in my mouth. I would do anything, baby. Ted please, I want you so deep inside me that you cum straight down my throat. I want you to know how much I love you, Ted, and how much I want you to use me. I just want you to feel good, sir, please.” 

The second the last syllable fell from your lips it was replaced with his cock, and he thrust into your mouth hard and fast. Your eyes fell closed and you felt floaty and loose, your whole body relaxing under his attention. Somewhere over your head he was cursing and praising in equal measure, but you were lost under a wave of pleasure and sensation. Ted managed just a few more thrusts before he again paused with his cock in your throat; he came with a groan and you quickly swallowed all of him. 

Ted slid out of your mouth, releasing his hold on both your wrists and your neck as he fell to his knees in front of you. He pulled you into his chest and your eyes shut as he shushed and rocked you gently; you didn’t even notice how much you shivered in his arms. You were sated and soft and you melted into his embrace. He was familiar with the comedown after scenes like this—the two of you had done this enough—and he looked forward to the aftercare almost as much as the scene itself. When he could feel you return to yourself somewhat, he helped you off the floor and led you to the bathroom, shrugging off his shirt so the two of you were equally bare. He helped you into the shower and your throat was sore and you didn’t talk much, which used to scare him, but now he knew just how to fill the silence.

“I love you so much, sweetheart. I love doing this with you and making you feel good because you make me feel spectacular. I feel, just, on top of the world with you. Like I fell out of the lucky tree and hit every damn branch on the way down. You’re so gorgeous. I love every curve, dimple, and stretch mark. I love every eyelash. Ever smile and whimper and sigh.” 

The words were different every time, but they still felt like a familiar chant as he washed you clean first and then himself. He placed chaste kisses on your warm skin as he dried both of you off, and the two of you slid into bed. Skin-to-skin contact always helped you feel more centered after being in that headspace, and Ted didn’t waste an inch of space—his legs tangled with yours and your head was tucked under his chin. Your tiredness fell over you suddenly but gently, like snowfall, and you pressed your lips over his heart and whispered, “I love you,” before falling asleep.

You wake slowly that morning, begging your alarm to cease so that you can stay in your warm bed with your even warmer boyfriend. You roll over to lean into him, hoping to siphon off some of his remaining warmth before facing the day, but when you do, you’re faced with a cold bed, and rumpled pillow. You sigh at this and finally open your eyes. The glow of early morning light peaks through the windows of your flat, and the honking from the street below shows that the world is awake. You get out of bed slowly, throwing on your robe and slippers before heading toward the kitchen for coffee.

You can hear him before you see him, the sounds of sizzling and utensils clinking raise a smile on your lips. You walk down the stairs, littered with photos of your family, friends, and the two of you, smiling at each other with such love that looking at them now makes you feel like you’re back in that moment. The soft padding of your feet doesn’t alert him, or if it does he doesn’t show it. Quietly, you move up behind him as he’s plating the pancakes. You wrap your arms around him, feeling the warmth of his bare back against your cheek as you hug him.

“Good morning, love.” He chuckles, setting the plate on the counter, and carefully turning the stove off before turning to you. You immediately bury your head in his chest, mumbling a response that comes across ‘goob morbing’. He holds back another laugh as he pushes you away slightly. You pout at this, looking up to him.

He has a soft smile on his lips, caressing your face. He brings his thumb up to smooth away the wrinkles in your forehead, moving to your mouth as he pulls at your pout. He brings your lips up into a smile, and you finally laugh. He laughs with you, low and gravely, but it brings butterflies to your stomach. He finally brings your lips to his, and you sigh. It’s soft, an everyday good morning kiss, but his care for you never ceases to weaken your knees. His hum as he pulls away is what makes you open your eyes.

“You look beautiful,” he speaks, finally. His eyes flit over you.

“I look like a right mess,” you laugh. “But I appreciate it, though.” You wink at him and he shakes his head.

“You look like a fucking queen at all times in the day.”

“So poetic, Mr. Kent.” You kiss him, and he goes to deepen it right as you pull away, plate in hand.

“C’mon, dear. We both have work, and cannot be late.” You look over your shoulder as you go to the table. He smiles at you, shaking his head, but he still follows you. He would follow you to the ends of the Earth if he had to, but he’ll settle for breakfast first.

The rest of the morning flies by, you both eat, and he showers as you get yourself ready. It’s easy, the domesticity of it all. You did your hair and makeup at your vanity as he gets dressed, and makes the bed. He goes to clean up from breakfast as you finish, and you flit through your closet. You settle on a skirt, that Rebecca would be proud of, and a cream colored blouse to match. You’re rolling stockings up your legs when you feel eyes on you. Looking up from your extended leg, you see him. Roy leans against the doorway, eyes trained on you as you dress.

“Anything I can help you with there?” you smirk at him, straightening up.

“Just enjoying the view, darling.” His gaze rakes down your body, and back up again to your eyes.

“Take a picture, it’ll last you longer,” you snark, lightheartedly. He walks up to you, hands gripping your waist as if you were a precious piece of artwork.

“Why don’t we stay home today? I want to be close with you…” His lips dip to your neck, working their way up to your jaw. You sigh, leaning your body into his, gripping his arms. Before you give in, you gently pull his hands away.

“If you keep doing that, I might just give in.”

“That’s why,” he kisses you, “you should let me keep doing it.” He goes in for another kiss, but you turn your head. He groans as his lips meet your cheek, and buries his face in your neck. You could feel him pouting, and you let out a laugh.

“Babe, you know we can’t. You have a big game coming up, and I have a meeting with the executives. But, let’s compromise okay?” He lets out a grunt. “I will meet you at the club, and I’ll bring lunch. Okay?” He nods, and straightens up. You give him one last peck before backing away. “Now, I have to get dressed.” He continues to stand there. “Hellooo?” you wave a hand infront of his face when he doesn’t move.

“I heard you, just wanna watch.”

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Lunch time rolls around far too slowly for your liking. You park your car in the lot next to Roy’s, and you carefully get out with the hot food in your hand. With a click of your key, you walk into the club.

You’re greeted by everyone there, saying hello as you pass, asking Liam about his girlfriend and when he’s going to propose. He laughs at this, and you go on your way. Finally, you reach the coaching office. With a quick knock on the door jamb, you enter.

“Y/N!” Ted cheers out, rising to hug you. “How’ve you been?”

“Great, Ted! You?”

“Better than ever.”

“Have you seen Roy? I’m here to meet him for lunch-“ as you finish your sentence, you’re lifted into the air. You squeal as your spun around, and the moment your feet hit the ground, your spun to face your assailant. Roy stands there with a smile, and you laugh with him. You lean forward to kiss him, and you hear ‘ooo’s’ from behind you. You look out to the locker room, and see the entirety of the Richmond team behind the glass. Your face heats up immediately, and you hide your blush in the deep grey of Roy’s shirt. He waves off the team, threatening running drills for the rest of training.

“Oi, you lot better scram here.” Soon enough, you’re left with Ted, Beard, and your beautiful boyfriend.

“Alright, well, we’re going to eat some lunch, boys.” You shake the bag gently, and grab his hand, pulling him into his office and shutting the door and blinds. You set up the array of food quickly, and the two of you talk about your days so far as you eat. It goes far to quickly, and you soon have to leave to finish the rest of the day off in your offices. He walks you to your car slowly, holding your hand, rubbing his thumb gently across your knuckles. As you make it to the drivers side, he presses you up against the car, kissing you languidly, trying to urge time to slow down, even for just a minute. But, your alarm goes off, signifying your departure, and he pulls away with a grunt.

“Listen, it’s just a few more hours okay?” you soothe, “Then, how about we take a bath and watch Da Vinci Code, huh?” He nods at this, as you kiss him one last time. “I love you, dear.”

“I love you more, darling.”

“Seems pretty impossible to me.” You wink as you get in your car, beeping lightly at him as you pull out.

Roy smiles softly as he walks back toward the club, hands stuffed into his pockets as he moves through the halls. Finally, he makes it to the offices where Ted and Beard sit quietly. He nods at them as he sits against the shelving. He listens as the other coaches discuss the plan for the training session for today, but his attention is taken away by the team in the locker room. They all laugh raucously as Isaac lifts Dani, a perfect mirror of what Roy did to you only an hour earlier. His blood chills as they joke about it, and through the glass he can hear the talk.

“Roy fuckin’ Kent’s gone all soft for her.”

“I never thought it could happen.”

“Who knew he could smile like that, I thought his face was going to break.”

“I didn’t know he could smile period!”

Laughter rolls through again, and he feels his ears burn. He shouldn’t let it get to him. He’s Roy Kent, for fuck sake. But, when it comes to you…

He’s snapped out of his thoughts by Ted asking his opinion on something, and he gives a half assed answer before zoning back out. His phone buzzes, the usual confirmatory text of yours to let him know you got back to your office safely left unread.

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You know something is up. You hadn’t received many texts from him throughout the day, and when you do they’re uninterested, distant. You can feel your stomach churn, worry digging a deep pit within you.

You pull up to your flat where Roy’s car already stood in the driveway, anxiously getting out of your car. You unlock the door, and you’re greeted by an unwelcome silence. The pit gets deeper. You’re usually greeted by Roy, kissing you until you’re breathless and asking you about your day. But when all you hear is the whirr of the heating unit, you feel uneased.

Kicking off your shoes, you make your way deeper into the flat, tossing your keys to the table, and setting your purse next to it.

“Roy?” No response. You walk to your living room where you finally see him, zoning out while staring at the silenced telly. “Babe?” No answer. You walk towards him, but he doesn’t show any response. You finally kneel in front of him. He looks past you, avoiding your gaze. You place your hands on his cheeks, and his resolve cracks, eyes flitting to yours.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” No answer again. “You were fine at lunch, what happened.” Silence. “Was it me?” This elicits a response.

“No! Fuck. No, it wasn’t you, never you.”

“Then what was it? What happened?” It’s silent for a moment longer, and you open your mouth to speak again, Roy cuts you off.

“The lads on the team, they… They said I went soft, because of how I was with you.”

“What?”

“They were mocking me. Saying shit that got under my skin.”

“Roy…”

“I know that’s not what you want, not some soft fucker. You deserve-“ But you cut him off.

“I’ll decide what I deserve, thank you very much.” This stuns him, so you take the chance to continue. “And so what? Who cares what the boys think? Their only love is Football right now, they don’t understand what we have. How special it is. I love you for you, Roy. When you’re rough around the edges,” You rub at his cheek. “Or soft as can be.” You place your hand at his chest. “I fell in love with you, this heart. So what if you’re ‘soft’ with me. You show me you love me, no matter what. And I love you the same, if not more. So please, don’t let them get to you. They’re kids still. I know you, and I know this heart. So please, don’t change because you think you have to, because they made you think you should. I fell in love with this Roy Kent, don’t change yourself to fit their image.”

He doesn’t speak for a while after that, heart thumping under your soft hand. He reaches up to grasp it, bringing your palm to his lips. He kisses them softly, moving up your arm until he finally caresses your face, and kisses you deeply.

“I love you, so much.” His voice cracks, but he quickly clears his throat. You smile at him, and bring him into a hug.

“Now, I’m going to take a bath,” You say after a long moment of holding him, standing up. He stays sitting as you walk toward the stairs. You glance at him over your shoulder. “You’re joining me, Mr. Kent.” And with a growl, you laugh uncontrollably as he chases you up the stairs.

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You were sort of Keeley’s assistant. That was your unofficial title. So you joined the team on away games. And usually you got to share a room with Keeley. Most hotels had two beds per room so you each would take a bed and stay up talking and watching tv. She was a great friend to you so you quite enjoyed the away games.

But ever since she’d started dating Roy she usually slept with him. You understood why of course, but you usually ended up bunking with whoever didn’t have a room. Sometimes it was Ted, sometimes Rebecca, sometimes it was a player. All of the time it was purely professional and nice. You each went to your separate beds and got good sleep.

But of course this time a wrench had to be thrown into the whole system. First off, you were stuck with Jamie. Sure, he was better nowadays, but you couldn’t help but still have a bit of a bad taste in your mouth when it came to him. He was a prick to you. He hadn’t been recently, but that still didn’t matter. And on top of that he had the audacity to be attractive! The nerve of that guy.

Second off, the room you got stuck with only had one bed. Well, that was just great. Everyone else had two and Ted offered to change with you, ever the gentleman, but you didn’t want him to have a hard time sleeping. He was the coach after all. You could afford to not get good sleep.

No, you just sucked it up, making your way to the room. When you walked in, Jamie was on the floor.

“What are you doing?” You questioned.

“Getting settled for the night.” He said as if it was obvious.

“No, this isn’t going to work. You should take the bed. You have to play tomorrow.” You were surprised he hadn’t already taken the bed. But apparently he was reformed. This was slowly starting to make you think he was.

“Slept in worse conditions.” He shrugged. Knowing a little bit about his dad, you felt bad for him.

“That doesn’t change anything, get on the bed.” You said. He smirked.

“Are you propositioning me?”

“I’m surprised you know that word.” You said sarcastically. He only laughed but made no signs of getting up. You sighed and shook your head. “Stop being dumb. I’m gonna go get ready for bed.” You said, taking your night stuff into the bathroom.

When you exited the bathroom he was still on the floor. He got up though, but headed for the bathroom, not saying anything. You saw this as the perfect opportunity. When the door shut, you laid on the ground in the spot he’d previously been. Now he had to take the bed.

When he made his way out of the bathroom and saw you, he gave a small laugh before walking over.

“Get your ass up, we’re both sleeping in the bed.” He said, accompanying it with an eye roll. You raised your eyebrows.

“Are you sure? That wouldn’t make you uncomfortable?”

“It’d make me more uncomfortable knowing you were sleeping on the ground. Now come on, I don’t have all night.” He said, offering a hand to pull you up. You accepted it and took the pillow with you.

“If I wake up in the middle of the night and you’re on the ground I’m dragging you back up here.” You threatened, though you knew that was probably impossible. He was a professional football player and you? Well, you weren’t.

He laughed but shook his head, moving the covers to get in after turning out the light. You joined, keeping as much distance from him as possible. He seemed to notice.

“I’m not gonna bite or anything. You don’t have to fall off the bed or anything. Or am I just that revolting to you?” He said jokingly, but it didn’t sound like he put much effort into it. You rolled over to face him.

“I don’t think you're revolting. I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Would you be uncomfortable?” He asked. You thought for a moment but shook your head. “Alright then. Neither would I.” He said, gesturing for you to come closer.

You finally relented, scooting closer, but only by a few inches. He didn’t seem like he was going to say anything else on the matter.

But he wasn’t done talking.

“I know this isn’t ideal for you but it’s just for a night.” He said. You were confused at this.

“I mean, yeah, this wasn’t what I had in mind for tonight. But I wouldn’t say it’s not ideal.”

“You practically hate me. I get it, don’t get me wrong, but I figured you’d object more to this.” He said.

“I don’t hate you. I’m actually really proud to see you aren’t a prick anymore. But you were rude to me and I can’t help but be a little suspicious about the whole thing.” You said frankly. He sighed. “I know. And I’m sorry. There was no reason for it except that it made me feel a bit better. Only for a second and then I’d feel like complete shit again. But I never intend on doing that again. I’m trying to be better.”

“I can tell. I’m glad you’re trying. I’d say it’s a success.” You said with a small smile.

“I’m happy you think so.” He smiled back. You laid like that for a moment until something hit you.

“So is this ideal for you?” You questioned. He seemed to not hear at first and you were about to ask again until he finally spoke.

“What? I mean, it could be worse. I don’t mind who’s with me.” He said with a shrug. “Just thought the first time we’d share a bed would be under other circumstances.” Your eyes widened but he shook his head. “Shit sorry. Force of habit.” He quickly said.

You stayed silent for a moment and he scooted away, adding more space between the two of you. You spoke up suddenly, heartbeat running wild.

“Have you thought about that?” You asked, looking anywhere but him.

“Yeah, but I’ve thought about it with pretty much everyone. Except Ted.” He said and you laughed, though you were a bit disappointed at that.

“Wouldn’t expect anything less.” You tried to keep the disappointment out of your voice. But he seemed to catch it anyway.

“I keep coming back to you though.” He said and you met his eyes.

“Why is that?”

“Because I think you’re amazing. And funny. ...And fit.” He admitted. You laughed at the last bit. But it did make your face heat up. You hoped he didn’t notice in the darkness of the room.

“High praise. Thanks.” You said. “But I think you’re amazing too. You’re strong, not just physically, but mentally too.” You said. “And you’re not bad looking either.”

You could see his smile in the darkness, brighter than before.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked. You nodded, moving closer.

He cupped your face and kissed you. It was passionate, laced with words unspoken. Feelings just now realized. It was breathtaking.

You both pulled back after a few moments, but neither of you moved too far away from each other.

“I really like you. After the game can I take you on a proper date?” He asked.

“I’d love that.” You said.