Curate, connect, and discover
uhh i wrote this on a plane i barely remember it. first ted nivison post !! Smut under cut. MDNI
idk if this makes sense.. like do yall see the vision?? (unfinished btw)
Y/n is roughly shoved against her front door, Ted latching onto her lips, his grip on her hips tightening. “Mmm Teddy..” She whines grinding on Ted knee which was now in between her thighs. “You like acting like that? Like a little slut?” Ted asks, thought the question was rhetorical.
Earlier that night Y/n had made it her mission to tease Ted during their night out. It started in the car, Y/n held Ted’s hand which was resting on her thigh. At a red night Y/n had spotted a missing lipstick in one of the pockets on the driver’s seat door. “Oh my god!” Y/n says, holding back a devilish smirk. Y/n reached over Ted’s lap, leaning forward to let her boobs brush against Ted’s lap. Meanwhile, the hand that was on Y/n’s thigh shifted in between her legs. Both of their hands were rubbing against the soft fabric of her panties. Ted didn’t give much of a reaction, instead just mumbling something along the lines of ‘..brat..’ before continuing to drive.
The second attempt Y/n made to fuck with Ted was made when the two were having a conversation with another person. Y/n didn’t pay much attention to what they were saying, instead she was trying to make up ways to tease her beloved boyfriend.
Lightbulb.
Y/n smirked the tapped Ted’s shoulder whispering in his ear that she wanted to dance. Ted nodded, patting her on the ass before returning to his conversation. Y/n made her way to the dance floor and began dancing by herself. It wasn’t long before a man came up behind her and was dancing with her. Y/n almost threw up after feeling his odd smelling hot breath on her neck. She prayed for the moment Ted would be done socializing and come find her, and that moment was arriving sooner than later. Y/n felt a tug at her arm, stumbling into Teds chest. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest, and thats when she knew he got him.