#sweaty ted is a new kink unlocked

[my-soupy-brain]

how about Ted coming home all sweaty from an intense session in the Richmond gym and Reader finds herself massively turned on by the way his muscles are defined & his panting

Mmmm... sweaty Ted. Now you're speakin' my language. Let's get this man outta these sweaty clothes, shall we?

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (f)

Smut: Let's see where this goes... *evil laugh*

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You were deep in some homemade pasta -- one of Ted's favorite dishes you make -- when you hear the door close and heavy panting.

"Hi sweetheart, I'm in here!" you shout, not turning from the sauce you're stirring.

"Hi, sugar, sorry I'm late. Felt like blowin' off some steam in the gym and got a little carried away," he answers, coming behind you with his hands on your hips. You can feel the body heat emanating from him immediately, the musk of his cologne and natural scent wafting into your nose.

He leans his head on your shoulder and you pull a hand behind you to touch his hair and it's...damp. No, wet. With sweat.

"Oh sweetie, you're so..." and as you turn around, you see his face glistening, his shirt soaked through, his chest still heaving.

"Sexy."

Ted laughs, running a hand through his hair, tendrils falling over his forehead. Unruly locks, as usual.

"Oh, gee. I don't know about that, I'm a bit of a mess," he answer. "I jogged home and that may have added to some of the perspiration..."

Your eyes marvel at him. His chest broad and catching breath still, his forearms shiny with sweat, his hands warm on your waist still. His muscles of his biceps are visible under the sticky shirt.

Forget the pasta. Fuck it.

Your hands climb under his shirt, his chest and belly sticky with sweat, his chest hair still soft but masculine under your fingertips.

"Wha...what are you doin', sugar?' he asks, breathless, watching you flip a switch.

"Touching you... my God, Ted Lasso, you're a sight for sore eyes..."

You back him up against the island behind him, roping your hands around his neck and kissing him. His breath is minty fresh, his skin hot to the touch and it's all the right things at all the right time.

Your lips move down his neck, kissing the salty sweat of his skin and God, you didn't know this man could turn you on more. His hands run down your back, past your waist to your hips and down your ass, and back up.

"Guess I'll need to come home like this more often," he musters with a breath. "Mmm-hmm, you should, baby..." you whisper, kissing down, crouching, then kneeling. Ted's mouth watches you intently.

"Wha...what are you doin' now?" he asks, but he knows exactly what you're doing.

Your eyes look at him, dripping with lust, as you move his joggers down his legs, his thighs strong and defined. You drag his navy blue boxer briefs down too, freeing him. He's hard and ready, his cock red and leaking already.

A kiss to it, a quick lick, and you take him in your mouth, splaying your hands across his belly and hips, returning one to wrap around his thick, hot length as you take him deeper.

He's completely in awe, watching you worship his body like this. Even in his marriage -- on a good day -- this wasn't on the table. His big hands move into your hair, holding it back as you work.

"Mmmm," you moan as you keep taking him deeper.

"Oh, sweetheart... oh, I'm gonna..." Ted murmurs, his hips tensing and thighs twitching.

You squeeze his hip and his thigh to let him know it's okay. You welcome it.

As he feels your response, he pumps his hips into your mouth gently, moaning your name in his deep Kansas drawl.

"Oh... fuck," he says, an unexpected curse leaving his lips before you feel him spill into your mouth.

He leans against the island, panting. You wipe your mouth and climb back up to meet him, kissing his cheek before he turns your face toward his to kiss your lips.

"Sorry for attacking you, couldn't help but have a snack before dinner," you joke, and his eyes roll back as he takes another breath. "Go take a shower, and I'll finish dinner."

He nods dumbly, pulling up his pants and holding you to him.

"God, I love you," he says into your hair, smiling and giggling at what just happened.

"I love you, too, Teddy."

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BOOYAH! A man that hot needs a job-well-done award for that workout. Perfect. Thanks for the prompt, friend!

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