wearing Ted’s clothes
Such a dream come true. He would love it. He would absolutely love it. Especially a custom jersey you have made just for him at home games? Let's gooo!
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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader
Warnings: Teasing, light smut but mostly fluff
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The first time it happened, you thought nothing over it.
There was a knock for delivery at your flat's door, and you grabbed a t-shirt off the ground and stumbled to get it. Fortunately, it wasn't one you had to sign for, because you weren't wearing pants.
When you returned to bed, you realized you'd grabbed Ted's Kansas City t-shirt by mistake. But his eyes popped open when he saw you climb back in and he smiled and pulled you to his bare chest.
"I love this," he mumbles, his lips against your shoulder.
"What?"
"Seein' you in my clothes. It's... cute..."
His hand skates up and down your bare thigh, and you wiggle closer to him and revel in the scent of his cologne lingering on the collar.
...
The second time it happened, everyone almost found out your secret. Or they did and just kept it to themselves.
You had gotten stuck in the rain, and the bus dropped you off at Nelson Road a little too far from the door. You ran and ran, shaking your wet hair out in the door, but shivering once you were in the office hallway.
Ted bopped down the office and saw you shivering on your sofa.
"Oh, golly, darlin'! Here..." he says with wide eyes, taking his sweater off over h is head, left in his polo stretched across his broad shoulders and chest.
You thanked him with shivering lips, slipping it on over your damp body. It was warm like the rest of him, the sleeves on the gray AFC Richmond sweater handing off your wrists a little.
"Th-th-thank you, Ted," you answered, and he closed the door before bringing you in for a big, warm hug.
When you left your office to get lunch with Keeley, she stopped in her tracks.
"Oi, what's this?" she asked, pinching the fabric between her fingers. "Is this Ted's?"
You nod. "I got caught in the rain, he saw I was cold so he offered me his sweater..."
Keeley looks at you with a sly smile. "Mm-hmm... and why did he do that?"
"Because he's nice?" you ask, with hopeful eyes. "OK, OK...but shh, no one really knows yet."
Keeley claps and smiles. "I'm so happy for ya, babe! He's right fit, you're right fit, what a combo!"
When you get home that night, Ted's beat you to the flat. He comes over to you with a smile, his arms open to hug you close.
"I still love this," he murmurs.
"What, mean wearing your clothes?"
He nods. "Yeah. Makes me wonder what it'd look like if you worse this Richmond sweater and...nothing else..."
Your body gasps and warms immediately.
"Maybe we should find out?" you ask, taking his hand and leading him into the bedroom.
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At the next home game, you have a surprise for Ted. You had a specialty AFC Richmond jersey made, with Lasso across the top.
He saw you standing, knowing you from your round behind first, but then his eyes pricked with tears when he saw what you've done.
"Sugar?" he asked, approaching you from behind.
"Hi, babe! Like my jersey?" you ask, smiling proudly. He nods.
He watches other people walk by and realizes this might be obvious. So he takes your hand into the locker room.
"Attention, fellas! I'd like to make an announcement. Y/N and I are an item, and I thought y'all should know since she decided to send my heart soarin' with this fancy new jersey," he says, winking at you.
"We know coach," Jamie says with a grin. "I mean, it was pretty obvious somethin' was happenin' with you two."
Sam grins and chimes in. "We're happy for the both of you, it's a good match. Truly."
Ted leans down and kisses your lips lightly. Beard exhales, finally no longer required to keep it a secret.
You cheer for Ted in the stands with Keeley and Rebecca. He looks up at you and blows a kiss.
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That night at home, Ted's key is through the door he looks around -- the lights low, music playing.
"Darlin'?" he asks, walking through the house and stopping dead in his track when he sees you, kneeling on the bed in his Richmond jersey.
And only the Richmond jersey.
"Welcome home, Coach. Congrats on the win," you offer sensually. His eyes don't leave yours as he takes off his jacket, his shoes, his sweater, then his polo, then his undershirt. You coax him to the bed with your finger, quickly working open his belt, pushing his pants down his thighs so he can kick them away.
He leans over you, both long arms caging you in.
"So now I know," he whispers, his lips grazing your ear.
"Know what?"
"Know what it does to me when I see you dressed like this."
"Yeah? What's it do, Coach?"
"Why don't you find out," he murmurs, moving your hand to the front of his boxer briefs, where you find him hard and ready.
He moans gently as he leans his knee on the bed, and lifts up the jersey to see you absolutely have nothing on underneath it. He kisses your lips, his mustache tickling your soft skin. For a mere second he pulls away an inch to whisper...
"Should we start with some drills?
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YAY SMUT ON A FRIDAY! Well, teasing smut. Didn't get all the way into smutland. But I love the idea of wearing his clothes whether, cute, cozy, or sexy. Thanks for the prompt, friend!
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