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Needy Little Thing

Smutober Week 1

Prompt: Thigh-riding

Character: Roy Kent (Ted Lasso)

1.2k words

Warnings: Thigh-riding (ofc), clit play, Roy teasing the reader, more obsessing over Roy Kent's thighs

It had been a long day of work for both of you; it felt good, lying in bed, listening to the sound of Roy’s breathing as he read, little hums vibrating against your ear whenever he got to something interesting. His arm was snug around you, affectionate and firm, pulling you close. Wanting to be closer, you hooked a leg around his thigh, pressing yourself against him.

You loved the fact that Roy slept in his boxers; his legs always felt so warm against your skin, always so strong with that thick, dark hair you loved to run your fingers over. And now, his thick thigh flexed between your legs, close enough to your clothed core to have your tummy fluttering but far enough to leave you wanting more.

Confident that Roy was preoccupied with the novel you’d recommended to him, you slowly inched closer, not stopping until you situated yourself in the perfect position to get the friction you craved. Holding your breath in an attempt to not draw Roy’s attention, you gave the smallest little brush against him.

Fuck.

With no noticeable reaction from Roy, you rolled your hips again. And again. And again. Repetitive, miniscule movements that had your sleep shorts slowly dampening with your excitement.

Roy’s hand squeezing the skin between your t-shirt and shorts had you freezing. Slowly, with your face burning, you lifted your head; he was glancing at you with an amused smirk and quirked eyebrows.

“Someone need something?” he hummed.

You shook your head and swallowed nervously. “No,” you lied, scooting back.

His strong grip pulled you back. “I didn’t say you had to stop,” he murmured lightly, eyes returning to his book. “Keep goin’.”

When you didn’t keep going, too mortified to move, Roy let out a little sigh and put his book to the side. Without a word, he tugged you towards him, pulling you up until you were straddling his thigh. He held you down firmly, flexing in a way that had a small gasp leaving your lips.

“Go on then.”

Keeping one hand securely on your hip, Roy picked his book back up, returning to his reading. For a moment, you just stared at him, not quite sure what he wanted. But when he flexed again and bounced his leg, your embarrassment melted away. You brought your hands down to his chest to keep yourself steady and rocked on his thigh, a relieved sigh flying out of your mouth.

The corners of Roy’s lips tugged upwards, but his eyes remained on his book as you squirmed on him, your quiet moans filling the otherwise silent room. Your fingers trailed through his dark chest hair, anchoring you through the pleasure.

After a particularly loud whine, his eyes flickered to you. “Aren’t we a needy little thing,” he cooed with a chuckle. He nodded down at your sleep shorts. “Bet it’d feel better if you took those off.”

You were suddenly bashful again. “Roy…”

He raised his eyebrows. “Take ‘em off.”

Roy didn’t always get bossy like this- but fuck, you loved it when he did. Quickly, you lifted yourself off him and tugged down your sleep shorts and panties, bringing yourself back down in record time.

“O-oh,” you sighed, feeling the way he flexed again beneath you.

He gave your inner thigh a little pinch; you involuntarily bucked against his skin. “As you were, gorgeous,” he teased, returning to his book.

All hesitation disappeared as your bare cunt dragged against his burning skin. Your hands again found his chest, bracing yourself for the hungry pace you set. Your toes curled at the way his thick leg hair rubbed against you, adding an extra sensation. His thumb lazily traced circles on your hip, juxtaposed with the way you sloppily humped his leg.

His chuckle was dark, a little demeaning in the best way. “Look at you,” he purred, his gaze leaving his book. “Greedy thing, making this big mess on me.”

You looked down; indeed, as you rocked back and forth, you could see the glistening trail you left on his skin. Your hooded eyes found his again, an embarrassed smile on your lips despite your continued squirming.

“’m sorry,” you breathed with a pout, giving an extra little buck down against him, smearing your arousal on his skin.

Roy placed his book on the nightstand, finally giving you his full attention. “I’m not,” he chuckled, dark eyes on your grinding pussy. “So fucking sweet, seeing you needy for me like this.” The hand that had formerly been holding his book reached out to you, his thumb swiping up some of your slick. “Want some help?”

All you could do was nod as your back arched in anticipation. With his tongue between his teeth, Roy watched your cunt with some mix of fascination and adoration, bringing his thumb to your clit with that expert care you loved to receive. Your body jerked at his touch, your hips stuttering.

“What a pretty view,” he hummed. “Looks so fucking delicious.” He lifted his thumb to his mouth, chuckling at your pathetic whimper. “Tastes delicious too.”

“Roy,” you whined, giving him your pleading eyes, the ones usually reserved for asking nicely for his cock. Now, you were begging just for his thumb.

At least he was nice enough to give you want you wanted. “Needy, needy thing,” he teased, tutting at the way your body twitched when his thumb pressed harshly to your pulsating clit. The hand on your hip snaked under your shirt to begin groping your breast. “Have I been spoiling you too much? Hmm? Turned you into a bit of a brat?”

You didn’t bother answering; your release was too close. Roy seemed to understand, because his thumb rubbed merciless circles on your clit as he kneaded at your nipple with his other hand, biting his lip as he watched you.

“Is my pretty girl going to come on my leg?” he teased, giving your nipple a harsh pinch. “Are you that desperate for me, darling?”

“Fuck, Roy,” you panted, nails digging into his skin as you writhed on his leg,

Your legs began to quake as your pussy clenched around nothing, your arousal dripping down the sides of Roy’s thigh and onto his sheets. With a wicked smile, he bounced his leg beneath you, watching your eyes roll back as your orgasm overtook you.

“My gorgeous girl,” he groaned in a syrupy voice. “Make a mess on me, baby.”

So you did. You sloppily bucked against his soaked leg, crying out his name over and over in a desperate chant. Your own thighs were burning, but you kept rocking your hips back and forth, determined to leave Roy a sodden mess; it was his fault, after all, for having the most mouthwatering thighs in the world. As the last shockwaves of pleasure pulsated through your body, you dropped your weight onto Roy’s drenched leg, the harsh contact against your sore cunt sending one last shudder down your spine.

Roy chuckled and pulled you down against his wooly chest with a couple loving shushes. “Did that feel good?” he murmured. “Did you enjoy that?” Your weak nod was rewarded with a kiss to the top of your head. “Good.” His tender voice turned into a delicious growl. “You can rest for about five minutes, and then you’re going to help me make an even bigger mess.”

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It's My Party

Smutober Week 2

Prompt: "I'll make you forget all about him."

Character: Roy Kent (Ted Lasso)

1.6k words

Warnings: Mentions of a douchey ex, oral (f receiving), fingering

Author's Note: Consider this a birthday gift to the always wonderful and perfect @agentstarkid 😘 Happy birthday May!!

For the millionth time, Roy’s eyes drifted over to you. Despite being the guest of honor, you were probably the most miserable person at your birthday party.

Roy’s sister, one of your best friends, had told him all about how your douchebag boyfriend- the one Roy always fucking hated- had broken up with you for some girl he worked with. Even with this heartbreak, you’d let your friends plan you a massive party; some small part of you hoped that it would distract you from thinking about him. However, based on the tight smiles you offered everyone who wished you a happy birthday, it didn’t seem to be working.

Maybe it was the way he felt his own heart ache at the sight of your miserable face. Maybe it was the tight dress your friends had talked you into wearing. Maybe it was because it was your birthday, and you deserved some fun. Or maybe it was the simple fact that Roy Kent had fancied you for as long as he’d known you. Whatever it was, Roy was determined to make his move tonight.

“Alright there?”

You plastered on that fake smile when the footballer approached you in your sad little corner. “I’m good.” You eyed him as you sipped your drink. “Did I thank you for coming yet?”

He smirked, staring at your mouth. “Twice.”

“Ah.” You shrugged. “Well, let’s make it three, then. Thanks for coming.” You gave his arm a playful punch, cringing internally at the juvenile gesture. Dammit. Why did you always turn into an absolute dork around Roy Kent?

The answer, of course, was because he was the most gorgeous man you’d ever met.

He smiled down at you, clearly amused. “Thanks for inviting me.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets and glanced around the party, noting that no one seemed to be paying the two of you any mind. “What d’you want for your birthday anyway? Couldn’t think of a damn thing to get you,” he chuckled.

You. I want you for my birthday.

Yeah, like you could say that to Roy Kent.

Instead, you shook your head. “Absolutely nothing. You being here is more than enough.”

“You sure?” He smirked at you teasingly, a familiar and sexy sight. “You’re single now, so I mean, if you want to head upstairs, I’m sure I’ve got something I could give you.”

You stared at him for a moment, taking in his bearded grin and the way his brown eyes trailed brazenly down your figure and the way he was standing much closer than he should be and the way he was teasing you like he always did and- Oh.

His eyes widened as they raked over your sudden stunned expression. “Oh, shit, no, that was a joke. I-”

“Let’s go.”

Roy ran his fingers through his hair. “Oh, come on,” he huffed, squirming. “I’m fucking goofing around. I know you’re not interested-”

You leaned towards him. “What if I am?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Are you fucking with me?”

“Well, that’s kind of my goal,” you joked. “But I think we should head up to my room first, don’t you think?”

Roy Kent looked good with a blush on his face. “Lead the way, then.”

Not caring one bit if anyone saw you, you practically made a beeline for the stairs that led up to your bedroom, confident that Roy was right on your tail. It was surreal, seeing Roy Kent close your bedroom door behind him. He chuckled awkwardly as you turned on your dim bedside lamp.

“So.”

You sat down on the bed, eyebrows raised. “So.”

He joined you, letting his hand rest on your exposed thigh. “You going to tell me what you want for your birthday?” he teased.

“Is this obvious enough for you, Kent?”

You leaned towards him and pressed your lips to his, gently at first, but before long, his tongue was wrestling with yours as he leaned you back onto the bed, hand dipping under the hem of your dress, inching towards your quickly dampening panties. You gasped into his mouth when his fingers brushed against the material and tugged them to the side. Roy groaned when he felt your wetness.

“Fuck,” he sighed against your lips as his fingers began massaging your folds. “Even better than I imagined.”

Roy Kent had imagined what touching you would be like.

Somehow, that thought had you moaning more than Roy’s fingers did.

“So fucking perfect,” he mumbled against your neck as he pressed sloppy kisses there. “Don’t know how anyone could let you go.” He pulled back, eyes sparkling wickedly. “I’ll make you forget all about him. Fucking promise.”

With that, Roy crawled down your body, stopping to hike your dress up over your hips. He settled his face between your legs, slowly pulling down your panties. His eyes never left yours as he stuck out his tongue and flicked your clit gently. Your hips bucked up into his mouth, prompting a soft chuckle from Roy.

He hooked his arms under your legs, tugging you closer to his mouth and spreading your shaking thighs. Still watching your face, he attached his mouth to your clit, wrapping his lips around it. You were so focused on the intense jolt you felt, you almost didn’t notice him slipping two fingers into your entrance until he was knuckles deep.

“Shit, Roy,” you whimpered, rocking your hips into his bearded face.

You could practically feel his smile against your heat. As he began pumping his digits in and out of your already soaking cunt, he began sucking your clit and humming around it; you giggled when you realized he was humming Happy Birthday.

You were suddenly grateful for the pulsing music you could hear through the door from downstairs, because Roy’s tongue had you moaning his name and the squelching sound of Roy’s fingers fucking you was growing louder and louder. You’d be an absolute liar if you said you’d never thought of Roy while touching yourself, even when you had a boyfriend; you probably came harder when you were all alone thinking of Roy Kent than you ever did in bed with your ex.

Meanwhile, Roy was squirming over your mattress, his throbbing hard cock jealous of his soaked fingers. Even though this was technically a gift for you, Roy couldn’t help but feel absolutely spoiled. You were a fucking sight, pure bliss on your face while you writhed around, your dress hiked up just for him, not caring that the hair you’d probably spent forever perfecting was quickly becoming wild.

Feeling selfish, he slipped in a third finger, uttering a soft “Fuck” against your clit when he felt you tighten around him, your warm cunt sucking on his digits desperately. You could feel a puddle forming underneath you, probably staining your comforter; a beautiful reminder of the mess Roy Kent was making of you.

“Roy,” you panted, giving his hair a harsh tug. “Gonna fucking-”

You never got to finish that sentence. He flattened his tongue, giving a rough, slow lick to your bundle of nerves, snapping the knot that had built up inside you. The string of profanities that left your mouth impressed even Roy, who’d really only heard that kind of talk in locker rooms; the sound only had his cock growing harder for you. He kept up his relentless pace, thrusting in and out of you, forcing his fingers to stay inside your tightening walls. When he saw the way your glossy eyes rolled back and felt your nails dig into his scalp, he quickened his pace, creating the lewdest, wettest sounds he had ever heard in his life; he was grateful for his position between your legs, so he could be surrounded by the beautiful sound of your soaking orgasm.

Eventually, your wriggling slowed down and your moans became heavy sighs. Roy tenderly withdrew his fingers from your cunt, releasing your clit he could taste his soaking digits. You weren’t sure what you expected Roy to do after your climax, but it sure wasn’t coming back down between your legs and lapping at your folds, determined to drink every last drop of your release.

The sound that came out of your mouth when Roy’s tongue dipped inside you was the most beautiful and sinful thing he’d ever heard. His tongue explored your aching pussy, devouring his reward for a job well done. His moans mixed with the vulgar sound of slurping and the pathetic whimpers that came out of your mouth as you tried to squirm out of his strong grip; he wasn’t letting you go anywhere, not that you really wanted to anyways. Not when he had your back arching and vision going black.

Satisfied that he’d swallowed every delicious drop, Roy finally removed himself from your heat. His eyes settled on your flushed face, with that sloppy, blissed out grin of yours, the one that followed a truly earth-shattering orgasm, the one you hadn’t worn often enough in the last year. And when Roy smirked at you, your juices dripping from his beard, you knew this wouldn’t be the last time he made you smile like that.

“Wow,” you finally murmured, attempting to sit up a little; your boneless body failed you, sending you flopping back onto the mattress. “That was some birthday gift, Roy. Think I’ll need a minute to recover before we head back downstairs.”

His dark chuckle had your pussy clenching again. “Oh, you thought that was your gift?” He sat up and began unbuckling his belt. “I’m not quite finished with you, birthday girl.”

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Our Own Team

Smutober Week 5

Prompt: Breeding

Character: Roy Kent (Ted Lasso)

0.9k words

Warnings: Established relationship (married), breeding kink (ofc), sort-of daddy kink

This wasn’t Roy’s plan when he got home from work. Honestly, it wasn’t. He thought he’d come home, have some dinner with you, and snuggle up on the couch with a book or a movie.

But when he saw his pretty wife in that little sundress, humming and putting the finishing touches on dinner, he forgot all about his simple expectations for the evening.

All it took was a flirty little smirk, a featherlight touch to where your dress stopped and exposed your thigh, and a lingering kiss to your collarbone. The next thing you knew, you were up on the kitchen counter next to your forgotten dinner, dress tugged up, legs spread, panties somewhere on the tiled floor, with Roy driving into you.

He planted sloppy kisses to your neck, his tongue gliding expertly along your sensitive skin and giving you goosebumps. His hands were firmly on your hips while yours tangled in his hair, gripping his curly locks tightly. The normally peaceful kitchen was filled with the sounds of your intertwined moans and slapping sounds of skin against skin.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, wrapping your legs around him to pull him deeper into you. “Fuck, Roy.”

He smiled against your skin, nipping at you playfully. “Such language,” he teased gruffly. “Is that any way for the future mother of my child to talk?”

Your cunt tightened around him as your eyes fluttered. “Mother of your child?” you repeated breathily, your heart and walls both throbbing at Roy’s words.

Roy nodded, his beard scratching at your skin. “Fuck yeah,” he grunted, giving a rough thrust that hit your perfect little spot, the one he loved to feel against his tip. “Going to give you lots of babies. Enough for our own fucking football squad.” He pressed his forehead to yours. “Would you like that, Mrs. Kent? For me to fill you up? Get you fucking pregnant?”

He got his answer when you clenched tightly around him, your pussy begging for exactly that. Roy’d been saying things like that more and more lately; murmuring about what a good mother you’d be, teasing about how cute you’d look pregnant, and, when he felt a bit dirtier, growling about filling you up with his cum. Roy Kent was ready to be a daddy, and he was determined to make it happen.

“Roy,” you whined, giving his curly hair a rough tug. You were close, so close to falling over the edge, and you knew Roy was right there with you. You bucked your hips to meet his, desperate to be filled with Roy, Roy, Roy.

“Shh, shh, none of that.” Roy’s firm grip stilled your hips. “You just relax and let me make you a mum, alright, gorgeous?”

His own movements stuttered as he approached his climax. Knowing he couldn’t last much longer- especially when he thought about you carrying his child in your belly- he reached down to your neglected clit, smirking when he heard the little mewling sound slip out of your mouth. Rubbing your bundle of nerves with that gruff tenderness only Roy could provide, he captured your mouth in a deep kiss, insatiably swallowing all your pretty little sounds.

After years of touching, and kissing, and pleasuring, and knowing each other’s bodies even better than your own, it was no surprise that Roy’s fingers on your clit had you trembling with even more speed and finesse than he used to have on the pitch. A caress here, a stroke there, a gentle pinch there, and you were gone, spasming around his cock as it throbbed and jerked through your orgasm.

“Roy,” you panted as your walls clenched around him, begging to be stuffed. “Fill me up, Daddy. Please, please give me your baby.”

Those magical words had Roy growling against your skin and tightening his grip on your hip, guaranteeing that you would find a few pretty bruises in the morning. Overcome with the feeling of your cunt gripping him and the affection that swelled in his chest when he looked at your pretty face, with those glossy eyes and swollen lips, Roy gave a few last bruising thrusts before filling you with his seed. Your greedy pussy devoured every bit of his release that it could handle. But, considering how much Roy came, you weren’t surprised when you felt his cum seeping out of you and start to drip onto the kitchen counter when he pulled out of you.

Your normally grumpy husband tsked gently as he reached down between your sweaty bodies. “Oh no,” he cooed gently. “Can’t have that.”

With two rough fingers, Roy scooped up the cum from the cold counter and your sticky thighs and languidly pushed his essence back into you.

“Gotta make sure you stay filled,” he growled. “Filled to the fucking brim.”

Your entire body went hot as his fingers lazily fucked your aching pussy, determined to keep every bit of his cum inside. With his free hand, he gripped your middle, stroking your clothed belly with his thumb.

“This one’ll be a goalie,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Next, we’ll make our defenders. Then our midfielders and strikers.” He thrust his fingers deeper, savoring the feeling of your cunt drinking up everything he gave you. “Gimme five minutes, then I’m taking you to the fucking bedroom. We’re making baby Kent tonight, alright? And in nine months and six weeks, we’re doing it all over again.”

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"Good Girl"

Smutober Week 3

Prompt: In the car

Character: Roy Kent (Ted Lasso)

2.5k words

Warnings: Age gap (reader is university age, Roy is in his 40s), Dad's Friend trope, blowjob, praise kink maybe?

A/N: This one got away from me a bit because I looooove this premise for Roy. Enjoy! 😝

You kept your smile plastered on as your dad bragged about you for the millionth time that night. Here you were, surrounded by absolute football legends, and he felt like telling his former teammates all about what you were studying in uni was the most important thing in the world.

It sounded like a fun weekend when he invited you. One of his former teammates was inviting a bunch of people for a big party, a reunion of sorts, and your dad, an icon in his own right, invited you to join him. Wanted to show off his kid to his friends, he’d said. So, your Saturday night was spent shaking hands with famous footballers and pretending that it wasn’t embarrassing to hear your dad repeat your accomplishments over and over.

Just as you were debating asking him for the keys to drive back to the hotel most of the retired players were staying at, the sounds of shouting came from the side gate that led to the backyard party.

“He’s here! He’s there! He’s every-fucking-where!”

Heat flooded your body. Roy Kent. You spent your entire life hearing about the gruff footballer, all about how your father was one of the few people he actually liked, and how your father was incredibly proud of Roy’s career; he saw the man like a younger brother of sorts, although the two rarely got to see each other anymore. Although you never met, you’d harbored a crush on him for years, blushing every time your father mentioned him and putting up his poster in your bedroom.

And hell if he didn’t look good tonight. Black slacks that hugged his lower half beautifully, black button-down shirt that revealed that thick chest hair, and a smirk that had your mouth watering. As he shook someone’s hand, his eyes found yours. For a moment, his gaze flittered down your figure, eyebrows raising as he went.

Roy Kent was looking at you like he wanted to devour you.

Your breath became shallow as you quickly turned around, pretending to busy yourself with grabbing a drink. Although you’d initially been thrilled at the idea of finally meeting Roy Kent, actually seeing him- and seeing the scandalous way he looked at you- had you dreading the moment your dad would say-

“Roy! There you are!”

When you lifted your gaze, your father was giving Roy a one-armed hug, laughing as Roy embraced him back. He turned to you, pride shining on his face as he presented you like a prize. “Here she is, my pride and joy,” your dad announced.

Even with your dad right there, Roy couldn’t help the way his eyes flickered from your face to your body. Obviously, he knew who you were; your dad was incredibly proud of you and always managed to bring you up on the rare occasion they talked. And like all dads, he bragged about you being the most beautiful young woman in the world. But nothing could prepare Roy for the desire he felt as he stood in front of you, nor for the guilt that came with checking you out.

Instead of one of the dozen dirty little thoughts that sprinted through his mind, Roy simply shook your hand, wearing that wicked smile of his. “Nice to finally meet you. I have-” He cleared his throat. “-heard a lot about you.”

You couldn’t resist giving his hand a squeeze before letting go. “Heard a lot about you too,” you murmured. “Mostly from tabloids though,” you teased.

His dark chuckle had you pressing your thighs together. “Can’t believe everything you read,” he countered, something sparkling in those brown eyes.

Your dad’s friendly hand on your shoulder reminded you where you were. “But you can believe whatever you read about Roy Kent.” His voice was jovial, full of laughter, as if his old teammate wasn’t mentally undressing his daughter. “This man was quite the troublemaker way back when. I spent more time kicking his butt back in line than kicking the football.” He nodded to Roy. “Let’s get you a drink and sit, we’ve got some serious catching up to do, Roy-o.”

That’s how you ended up sitting at a table in the far corner of the yard next to Roy Kent, sipping your drink while you listened to him joke and reminisce with your dad across from you. Every time Roy laughed, his knee bumped yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your body each time. And you swore each time, he left his leg pressed to yours for longer periods before moving back into his space, slyly quirking his eyebrow at you each time.

Finally, your dad stood, announcing that he was grabbing another round. The moment he was gone, Roy turned to look at you, the corner of his mouth turning upwards.

“Shame we never met before,” he hummed, his eyes boldly exploring your body. “Your dad been hiding you from me or something?”

“Does he have reason to?” you countered, leaning towards him. “Is everything I read about you true, Mister Kent?”

His eyes flickered to your mouth before holding your gaze firmly. “Depends what you’ve read.” He glanced across the yard, making sure your dad was occupied with talking to someone else by the drinks. Satisfied, Roy leaned forward and brought his mouth close to your ear. “The curve? Down there?” he whispered, his breath tickling your skin. “Just something I do with my hips.”

You let out a quiet groan as he leaned back, smirk on his lips. “Do you give demonstrations?” you murmured, wondering where the hell your audacity came from. Probably from between your legs, if you were being honest.

Roy’s eyes lit up sinfully. But before he could give you an answer, your dad returned with drinks for everyone, none the wiser to the heat radiating between you and the Chelsea legend twenty years your senior. As if he hadn’t just told you about his famous dick, Roy returned to chatting with your father, all charm and innocence. This time, however, his fingers ghosted over your thigh under the table, tracing a hot trail on your bare skin.

After a couple more rounds and clandestine looks from Roy, your dad suggested that the two of you start heading back to the hotel. Your heart sank; you weren’t ready to leave the man sitting next to you.

Apparently, he wasn’t ready for you to leave either.

“Let the kid stay,” Roy suggested. “She’s young, she’s having a good time. Don’t make her be on your old man sleep schedule.” He winked at you playfully, an innocent gesture in your dad’s eyes. “I can take her back to the hotel with me when I leave.”

Your dad’s gaze shifted to your hopeful face. “Wanna stay?” When you nodded eagerly, he laughed and turned back to Roy. “Well, guess she’s staying. Take good care of her, alright, Kent?” He raised his eyebrows at his former teammate jokingly. “And behave. None of your usual nonsense.”

Roy pretended to look offended. “Don’t you trust me?” The innocence on his face contrasted deliciously with the way he flattened his palm on your thigh, fingers inching towards the hem of your dress.

“Absolutely not,” your dad laughed, blissfully unaware of the way Roy tugged your dress up ever so slightly. “You be a good boy, Kent, you hear?”

It was a fucking challenge, keeping a straight face as Roy’s fingertip found the edge of your panties. “Abso-fucking-lutely,” he lied. “Drive safe, alright mate?”

With an oblivious wave, your father was gone, clueless to the obscene thoughts Roy Kent was having about his precious daughter. Roy turned to look at you, face darkened with lust as he toyed with the quickly dampening material of your underwear.

“I notice he didn’t tell you to behave,” he purred. “Are you always a good girl, then?”

Desperate to look cool in front of the most tempting man you’d ever met, you simply leaned your elbow on the table, helping him hide the way he played under your dress. “Oh, of course,” you said in a syruopy voice. “I always respect my elders, Roy.”

“What happened to Mister Kent?” He chuckled. “Your daddy leaves, and you suddenly forget your manners, young lady?”

“Guess I did,” you sighed dramatically, as if you weren’t imaging what you’d look like beneath him. “You going to remind me of my manners, Mister Kent?”

He let out a soft growl and glanced around. “Don’t think I can do that here,” he murmured. He cleared his throat and leaned back, taking his hand back, leaving you with a pout on your lips. “Finish your drink. We can… go for a drive.”

As you sipped your drink, trying not to appear too eager, you watched Roy out of the corner of your eye. He was gazing at you hungrily. If you saw that wolfish look on another man’s face, you’d be walking away as quickly as possible. But because it was Roy fucking Kent looking at you like he wanted to bend you over the plastic table you sat at, you batted your eyelashes and showed him your now-empty cup.

With a curt nod, Roy stood. “Let’s go.”

He tossed you the keys, mumbling something about saying goodbye to the hosts. You made your way out of the yard, mumbling goodbyes to your father’s friends, men you’d known forever, either personally or through stories and photos. Finally, you left the party behind, walking briskly towards the street. You pressed the button on Roy’s key, revealing the location of his car, a giant, black vehicle that you climbed inside.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when Roy abruptly opened the driver’s side door and climbed in; the amused grin on his face told you he noticed. “Did I fucking scare you?” he teased as he started the car.

“Only a little.” Partly thanks to the alcohol, partly thanks to the darkness of the car, you felt emboldened to place your hand on his thigh, holding back a moan when you felt the flexed muscle through his trousers.

He fucking squirmed.

“How’s school?” he asked, eyes on the road as he gripped the steering wheel. “Your dad said you were, uh, studying…” His eyes flickered to your hand as it travelled further up his thigh. “Studying…”

You knew your grin was absolutely smug as you inched towards the growing bulge in his pants. “Alright there, Mister Kent?”

“Fucking hell,” he breathed. He was rapidly losing the upper hand and didn’t care one bit. “Thought you were a good girl?”

“I think I’m being a very good girl,” you teased, wrapping your hand around his clothed length. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

A growl escaped his throat. “I think,” he started slowly, his voice thick with desire, “that you are going to cause a fucking car accident, you menace.”

You giggled and began stroking him through his pants. “Guess you better hurry up and get us to the hotel, hmm?” Watching him press his body harshly against his seat had you wriggling in your own seat. And feeling how hard- how thick- Roy Kent was definitely had you making a mess in the panties he’d been playing with earlier.

“Oh fuck this.”

With a jerk of the steering wheel, Roy made a sharp turn, one that had your seatbelt digging into your skin. He swiftly found a secluded parking spot at the end of a dark, empty street and turned off the car. He turned on you, seizing your wrist, freezing your hand mid-stroke.

“Are you done playing around?” he growled. “Done teasing me?” He raised his eyebrows. “Are you just making a fool out of an old man, or are you going to fucking do something?”

Your entire body trembled with anticipation. “What did you have in mind?”

With a devilish smirk, Roy released your wrist; the delicious sound of a zipper hit your ears. After a moment of wriggling down his pants and boxers, Roy grabbed you gently by your hair and eased your face to his hard cock. Feeling dirty and greedy, you parted your lips, groaning as you welcomed him into your eager mouth.

The car was filled with the sounds of Roy’s growling moans, your muffled whines, and the sloppy wet sound of you swirling his cock with your tongue. Roy kept his grip on your hair, pulling it back so he could watch you in the moonlight.

“Guess you are a good girl,” he grunted. “A very fucking good girl.”

He lifted his hips, thrusting into your mouth. When his tip hit the back of your throat, you couldn’t help but reach down between your legs to rub your clit through your soaked panties. How many times had you touched yourself like this as you imagined Roy Kent and his gorgeous cock? Here, in this monstrous black car, you were living your wildest sexual fantasies. And fuck, when you felt him throb against your tongue, you felt sure you’d wake up from this dream at any moment.

Roy let out a shuddering breath when you used your free hand to stroke the part of him that didn’t fit in your mouth. “This what they’re teaching you at uni?” he taunted. “How to suck cock?” A lewd moan slipped past his lips. “Because you’re way too fucking good at this for a good girl.”

You pulled off of him with a pop, catching your breath as you lapped at his tip, tasting his delicious precum. He dropped his head back against the headrest with a content sigh, stroking your hair softly. When you let your tongue glide down the vein on the side of his shaft, he twitched in your hand, leaking more precum that you quickly sucked up.

Still feeling greedy, you wrapped your lips around him again, moaning around him when he bucked up into your mouth. He tightened his grip on your hair, giving a harsh tug, as he continued to drive up into your drooling mouth, loving the sound of your muffled gags and moans.

“Does my good girl want a fucking treat?” he huffed with a particularly severe thrust. “Gonna come in your mouth, pretty thing.”

His hips stuttered as your mouth filled with his salty release, warm and satisfying all the way down your throat. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking and swallowing every last bit, savoring your reward, your treat.

Roy gave a rough tug, pulling you off of him. You gazed at him, eyes wide and wild, slobber running down your chin, lips shiny and swollen.

Fuck, he thought you looked beautiful.

“Did so well for me,” Roy cooed, wiping the drool off your lower lip. “Think you could let me drive back to the hotel in peace now, hmm?” With a tight grip on your face, he pressed a harsh kiss to your mouth, tangling his tongue with yours.

You pulled back breathlessly, nodding. “Only if you take me back to your room,” you whispered. “Fucking… fucking want more of you.”

“Oh don’t worry,” he chuckled. “When we get there, you can show me how bad a good girl can be.”

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

When You Can't Sleep

Smutober Week 4

Prompt: "I'm bored and horny. Let's do something about it."

Character: Roy Kent (Ted Lasso)

1.5k words

Warnings: Friends with benefits/bootycall, unprotected sex, some dirty talk

A beer. A book. Heated up leftovers. Some music on his stereo. Roy was pleased, setting himself up for a relaxing late night after a hard-earned Greyhound victory.

Just as he was settling onto his couch, his phone vibrated. He shook his head; nope. He’d already told Jamie fuck no when the striker invited him out to celebrate their win. If Tartt was going to call him Grandad, Roy was going to act like Grandad.

But then there was a second vibration. And a third.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Roy set his book on his stomach and grabbed his phone from the coffee table, assuming he’d see a few drunken pleas to come to some club.

I’m bored, the first message read.

And horny, was the second.

Let’s do something about it

Roy swallowed hard as he read and reread your text messages. It had been what, a month, of these late-night hookups? Each encounter left him wanting more, and your last tryst- one that involved the backseat of his Mercedes- was no exception. The memory of your mouth on his neck and your hand in his pants was more than enough to have him jumping off the couch and sending you his own three-word message.

On my way.

As he gripped the steering wheel, Roy prayed that no cop spotted him; he was definitely going over the limit as he sped to your flat, eager to see what you had in store for him. And if he did get pulled over, the officer would have a nice view of the growing tent in his black jeans.

Those black jeans were downright uncomfortable by the time he was rapping on your door. They only felt tighter when you opened up, wearing a coy smile and a Greyhounds kit, a sight that had him groaning into his closed fist.

“You got here quick,” you purred, tugging him inside by his belt loop. “Run a few red lights on the way?”

“Was in a bit of a hurry,” he hummed, slamming and locking your door behind him. “Seemed like you were having an emergency.” He planted his hands firmly on your waist, fingers digging into the material of your kit as he tugged you close. “Wanted to see if I could help.”

Your arms snaked around his neck as you pressed your body against his. “My hero.”

His mouth found yours, hot and dizzying as he swallowed your sighs. With the dozen or so times you’d hooked up with Roy Kent, you weren’t sure you’d ever get used to the taste of him, or that distinct Roy scent, or the feeling of his hands roaming your body. And you sure as hell didn’t think you’d ever get used to the way he helped you hop up so you could wrap your legs around him, letting him carry you down the hall to your bed, the bed that felt complete when Roy was in it.

A giggle slipped past your lips as he dropped you onto the mattress, leaving a trail of kisses down your jaw. While you slipped his jacket off his shoulders, Roy pawed at your kit, eyes bright as he gazed at the blue and red material.

“Nice kit,” he teased, pressing more kisses to your neck. “Wonder whose number you’re wearing.”

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

With a smug grin, he gripped your hips and flipped you over, heart fluttering at the sound of your laughter. Roy held back a groan when he saw KENT in bold white letters across your back. You glanced over your shoulder at him, wiggling your body coyly.

“Fucking hell,” he breathed.

He grabbed a fistful of shirt and pulled you backwards, onto your knees, holding your back flush against his chest, fingers digging into the material. He pressed sloppy kisses to your neck, stopping only to pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside. He tilted your face towards him, then let one hand wrap around your throat as the other dipped under your kit, fingers toying with the lacy material of the lingerie you bought just for him.

“You’ve got good taste,” he chuckled. He crashed his mouth into yours roughly, brushing his tongue against yours. “And you taste good, too,” he mumbled against your lips.

You whined into his mouth as you squirmed against him. When you grinded your ass enticingly against his hardness, his grip on your neck tightened, sending your heartrate into overdrive. His hand emerged from under your shirt to pull it over your head, biting his lip when he glimpsed the blue lingerie you wore underneath. He gently pushed you back onto the bed. When you heard the sound of his belt coming undone, you instinctively lifted your ass, giving Roy his favorite view.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Roy’s jeans drop to the floor, next to the kit he’d ripped off of you. His hands returned to your body, flipping you over so you were gazing up at him. His smile softened for a fraction of a second as his eyes held yours; it became wicked again as he took in the sight of you in your Richmond-blue lingerie.

You reached out and ghosted your fingers over the considerable bulge in his boxers. “Like what you see?”

“You have no fucking idea,” he growled. He leaned down over your body and buried his face between your breasts, slavering over your soft skin as he slowly slid down your body. Your back arched, lifting your body into his face, his beard scratching deliciously against your skin. He stopped at your panties, lifting his gaze to meet yours as he took the material between his teeth. Slowly, teasingly, he slipped them down your thighs, not holding back his groan when he saw your bare pussy, already glistening with your arousal.

Roy planted his face between your thighs and licked a long stripe over your slit, savoring the high-pitched sound that slipped past your lips. He sat up and pulled his boxers down, revealing the throbbing cock that was almost always on your mind. Eyes on your face, he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly buried himself inside you, hissing as he felt the delicious way you stretched to welcome him.

He threw his head back as he bottomed out. “Perfect,” he groaned, setting a slow, lazy pace. “Fucking perfect.”

You reached back to grip the pillow behind your head, relishing the feeling of being stuffed by Roy’s cock. Your hips rocked upwards, matching his easy rhythm, as if you had all the time in the world. And when Roy Kent was in your bed, it really did feel like time was standing still, like the only thing that existed was the feeling of his hot skin slapping against yours, his mouth swallowing your moans, his hands exploring your body.

The throbbing between your legs escalated as his thrusts became rougher, sloppier. Sweat dripped from his curly hair, gliding down your face and mixing with the dribble Roy’s messy kisses left on your skin. You loved when he fucked you like this; a mix of desperation and tenderness, where his hands and mouth told you everything his words never could. The overwhelming feelings, both physical and emotional, had your walls tightening around his cock as he pumped in and out of you.

His brown eyes, bright with lust, found yours again. “You gonna come for me?” he whispered with a rough thrust. “Gonna come all over my cock?”

“You want me to?” you teased in a breathy voice, the voice only Roy could elicit from you.

He nodded, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Need you to,” he corrected before biting your neck harshly.

Well, that fucking did it.

Your entire body went burning hot as your pussy spasmed around him, the lewd, wet sounds in the room growing louder as you reached your climax. The only thing you could see were those brown eyes, watching you with desire and pride as Roy fucked you through your orgasm.

“She’s fucking thirsty,” he growled, pressing his damp forehead to yours. “Does she need to be filled up?”

You trembled in his arms, nodding desperately. “Fuck. Please, Roy, please,” you babbled, bringing your hands to his hair, gripping tightly as your hips bucked up. “Fucking need it. Need you. Please.”

Always the gentleman, Roy Kent gave you want you wanted. Your pulsing cunt milked him, begging him to come for you. With a guttural growl against your neck, Roy gave one last harsh, bruising thrust, letting his release paint your clenching walls.

“Fuck,” he grunted, shuddering above you as your cunt continued to swallow everything Roy gave you. “Fucking take it, babe.”

Still riding waves pleasure, you rolled your hips, relishing the feeling of Roy’s cock twitching inside you. Your cunt felt full, flooded with yours and Roy’s orgasms. As Roy slowed his pace, you could feel his cum seep out of you; he’d definitely come more than usual, you thought with smug delight. He pulled out with a shuddering groan, collapsing on top of your heaving chest.

“Fucking love it when you’re bored,” he finally mumbled, pressing a kiss to your damp hair. “Think you’ll be bored again in about ten minutes?”

You giggled and playfully caught his bottom lip between your teeth, giving a little suck before releasing him; his weak moan filled the room. “I think that could be arranged.”

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

My first Smutober! I'm so excited y'all! I'll be doing weekly prompts throughout October, chosen by you! Each week I'll post two polls:

1. What prompt do you want to see?

2. What character should I write it for?

Polls and smut will go up each weekend.

Let the smut begin!

MDNI.

Week 1

Needy Little Thing (thigh-riding/Roy Kent)

Week 2

It's My Party ("I'll make you forget all about him"/Roy Kent)

Week 3

"Good Girl" (in the car/Roy Kent)

Week 4

When You Can't Sleep ("I'm bored. And horny. Let's do something about it."/Roy Kent)

Week 5

Our Own Team (Breeding/Roy Kent)

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Tally I know you’re super busy and have a lot on your writing roster, but would u ever consider doing the other prompt from week 4 with Roy Kent? 💕

You must be in my brain because I absolutely want to 🥵

[misshall14]

Oh, to be able to do this in real life. Loved this so much!!!

Needy Little Thing

Smutober Week 1

Prompt: Thigh-riding

Character: Roy Kent (Ted Lasso)

1.2k words

Warnings: Thigh-riding (ofc), clit play, Roy teasing the reader, more obsessing over Roy Kent's thighs

It had been a long day of work for both of you; it felt good, lying in bed, listening to the sound of Roy’s breathing as he read, little hums vibrating against your ear whenever he got to something interesting. His arm was snug around you, affectionate and firm, pulling you close. Wanting to be closer, you hooked a leg around his thigh, pressing yourself against him.

You loved the fact that Roy slept in his boxers; his legs always felt so warm against your skin, always so strong with that thick, dark hair you loved to run your fingers over. And now, his thick thigh flexed between your legs, close enough to your clothed core to have your tummy fluttering but far enough to leave you wanting more.

Confident that Roy was preoccupied with the novel you’d recommended to him, you slowly inched closer, not stopping until you situated yourself in the perfect position to get the friction you craved. Holding your breath in an attempt to not draw Roy’s attention, you gave the smallest little brush against him.

Fuck.

With no noticeable reaction from Roy, you rolled your hips again. And again. And again. Repetitive, miniscule movements that had your sleep shorts slowly dampening with your excitement.

Roy’s hand squeezing the skin between your t-shirt and shorts had you freezing. Slowly, with your face burning, you lifted your head; he was glancing at you with an amused smirk and quirked eyebrows.

“Someone need something?” he hummed.

You shook your head and swallowed nervously. “No,” you lied, scooting back.

His strong grip pulled you back. “I didn’t say you had to stop,” he murmured lightly, eyes returning to his book. “Keep goin’.”

When you didn’t keep going, too mortified to move, Roy let out a little sigh and put his book to the side. Without a word, he tugged you towards him, pulling you up until you were straddling his thigh. He held you down firmly, flexing in a way that had a small gasp leaving your lips.

“Go on then.”

Keeping one hand securely on your hip, Roy picked his book back up, returning to his reading. For a moment, you just stared at him, not quite sure what he wanted. But when he flexed again and bounced his leg, your embarrassment melted away. You brought your hands down to his chest to keep yourself steady and rocked on his thigh, a relieved sigh flying out of your mouth.

The corners of Roy’s lips tugged upwards, but his eyes remained on his book as you squirmed on him, your quiet moans filling the otherwise silent room. Your fingers trailed through his dark chest hair, anchoring you through the pleasure.

After a particularly loud whine, his eyes flickered to you. “Aren’t we a needy little thing,” he cooed with a chuckle. He nodded down at your sleep shorts. “Bet it’d feel better if you took those off.”

You were suddenly bashful again. “Roy…”

He raised his eyebrows. “Take ‘em off.”

Roy didn’t always get bossy like this- but fuck, you loved it when he did. Quickly, you lifted yourself off him and tugged down your sleep shorts and panties, bringing yourself back down in record time.

“O-oh,” you sighed, feeling the way he flexed again beneath you.

He gave your inner thigh a little pinch; you involuntarily bucked against his skin. “As you were, gorgeous,” he teased, returning to his book.

All hesitation disappeared as your bare cunt dragged against his burning skin. Your hands again found his chest, bracing yourself for the hungry pace you set. Your toes curled at the way his thick leg hair rubbed against you, adding an extra sensation. His thumb lazily traced circles on your hip, juxtaposed with the way you sloppily humped his leg.

His chuckle was dark, a little demeaning in the best way. “Look at you,” he purred, his gaze leaving his book. “Greedy thing, making this big mess on me.”

You looked down; indeed, as you rocked back and forth, you could see the glistening trail you left on his skin. Your hooded eyes found his again, an embarrassed smile on your lips despite your continued squirming.

“’m sorry,” you breathed with a pout, giving an extra little buck down against him, smearing your arousal on his skin.

Roy placed his book on the nightstand, finally giving you his full attention. “I’m not,” he chuckled, dark eyes on your grinding pussy. “So fucking sweet, seeing you needy for me like this.” The hand that had formerly been holding his book reached out to you, his thumb swiping up some of your slick. “Want some help?”

All you could do was nod as your back arched in anticipation. With his tongue between his teeth, Roy watched your cunt with some mix of fascination and adoration, bringing his thumb to your clit with that expert care you loved to receive. Your body jerked at his touch, your hips stuttering.

“What a pretty view,” he hummed. “Looks so fucking delicious.” He lifted his thumb to his mouth, chuckling at your pathetic whimper. “Tastes delicious too.”

“Roy,” you whined, giving him your pleading eyes, the ones usually reserved for asking nicely for his cock. Now, you were begging just for his thumb.

At least he was nice enough to give you want you wanted. “Needy, needy thing,” he teased, tutting at the way your body twitched when his thumb pressed harshly to your pulsating clit. The hand on your hip snaked under your shirt to begin groping your breast. “Have I been spoiling you too much? Hmm? Turned you into a bit of a brat?”

You didn’t bother answering; your release was too close. Roy seemed to understand, because his thumb rubbed merciless circles on your clit as he kneaded at your nipple with his other hand, biting his lip as he watched you.

“Is my pretty girl going to come on my leg?” he teased, giving your nipple a harsh pinch. “Are you that desperate for me, darling?”

“Fuck, Roy,” you panted, nails digging into his skin as you writhed on his leg,

Your legs began to quake as your pussy clenched around nothing, your arousal dripping down the sides of Roy’s thigh and onto his sheets. With a wicked smile, he bounced his leg beneath you, watching your eyes roll back as your orgasm overtook you.

“My gorgeous girl,” he groaned in a syrupy voice. “Make a mess on me, baby.”

So you did. You sloppily bucked against his soaked leg, crying out his name over and over in a desperate chant. Your own thighs were burning, but you kept rocking your hips back and forth, determined to leave Roy a sodden mess; it was his fault, after all, for having the most mouthwatering thighs in the world. As the last shockwaves of pleasure pulsated through your body, you dropped your weight onto Roy’s drenched leg, the harsh contact against your sore cunt sending one last shudder down your spine.

Roy chuckled and pulled you down against his wooly chest with a couple loving shushes. “Did that feel good?” he murmured. “Did you enjoy that?” Your weak nod was rewarded with a kiss to the top of your head. “Good.” His tender voice turned into a delicious growl. “You can rest for about five minutes, and then you’re going to help me make an even bigger mess.”

[agentstarkid]

HOLY FUCKING SHIT 🥵 I'M SALIVATING 😩

His thighs were made to be ridden, you tell me God made those big hairy thighs just because?? NU-UH NO WAY, they are weapons of mass 🐱 destruction 😵😵😵

BRAIN ROT BRAIN ROT BRAIN ROT BRAIN ROT!!!!!!!!! *whines in horny*

Talita you out-did yourself once again 💕💕

Needy Little Thing

Smutober Week 1

Prompt: Thigh-riding

Character: Roy Kent (Ted Lasso)

1.2k words

Warnings: Thigh-riding (ofc), clit play, Roy teasing the reader, more obsessing over Roy Kent's thighs

It had been a long day of work for both of you; it felt good, lying in bed, listening to the sound of Roy’s breathing as he read, little hums vibrating against your ear whenever he got to something interesting. His arm was snug around you, affectionate and firm, pulling you close. Wanting to be closer, you hooked a leg around his thigh, pressing yourself against him.

You loved the fact that Roy slept in his boxers; his legs always felt so warm against your skin, always so strong with that thick, dark hair you loved to run your fingers over. And now, his thick thigh flexed between your legs, close enough to your clothed core to have your tummy fluttering but far enough to leave you wanting more.

Confident that Roy was preoccupied with the novel you’d recommended to him, you slowly inched closer, not stopping until you situated yourself in the perfect position to get the friction you craved. Holding your breath in an attempt to not draw Roy’s attention, you gave the smallest little brush against him.

Fuck.

With no noticeable reaction from Roy, you rolled your hips again. And again. And again. Repetitive, miniscule movements that had your sleep shorts slowly dampening with your excitement.

Roy’s hand squeezing the skin between your t-shirt and shorts had you freezing. Slowly, with your face burning, you lifted your head; he was glancing at you with an amused smirk and quirked eyebrows.

“Someone need something?” he hummed.

You shook your head and swallowed nervously. “No,” you lied, scooting back.

His strong grip pulled you back. “I didn’t say you had to stop,” he murmured lightly, eyes returning to his book. “Keep goin’.”

When you didn’t keep going, too mortified to move, Roy let out a little sigh and put his book to the side. Without a word, he tugged you towards him, pulling you up until you were straddling his thigh. He held you down firmly, flexing in a way that had a small gasp leaving your lips.

“Go on then.”

Keeping one hand securely on your hip, Roy picked his book back up, returning to his reading. For a moment, you just stared at him, not quite sure what he wanted. But when he flexed again and bounced his leg, your embarrassment melted away. You brought your hands down to his chest to keep yourself steady and rocked on his thigh, a relieved sigh flying out of your mouth.

The corners of Roy’s lips tugged upwards, but his eyes remained on his book as you squirmed on him, your quiet moans filling the otherwise silent room. Your fingers trailed through his dark chest hair, anchoring you through the pleasure.

After a particularly loud whine, his eyes flickered to you. “Aren’t we a needy little thing,” he cooed with a chuckle. He nodded down at your sleep shorts. “Bet it’d feel better if you took those off.”

You were suddenly bashful again. “Roy…”

He raised his eyebrows. “Take ‘em off.”

Roy didn’t always get bossy like this- but fuck, you loved it when he did. Quickly, you lifted yourself off him and tugged down your sleep shorts and panties, bringing yourself back down in record time.

“O-oh,” you sighed, feeling the way he flexed again beneath you.

He gave your inner thigh a little pinch; you involuntarily bucked against his skin. “As you were, gorgeous,” he teased, returning to his book.

All hesitation disappeared as your bare cunt dragged against his burning skin. Your hands again found his chest, bracing yourself for the hungry pace you set. Your toes curled at the way his thick leg hair rubbed against you, adding an extra sensation. His thumb lazily traced circles on your hip, juxtaposed with the way you sloppily humped his leg.

His chuckle was dark, a little demeaning in the best way. “Look at you,” he purred, his gaze leaving his book. “Greedy thing, making this big mess on me.”

You looked down; indeed, as you rocked back and forth, you could see the glistening trail you left on his skin. Your hooded eyes found his again, an embarrassed smile on your lips despite your continued squirming.

“’m sorry,” you breathed with a pout, giving an extra little buck down against him, smearing your arousal on his skin.

Roy placed his book on the nightstand, finally giving you his full attention. “I’m not,” he chuckled, dark eyes on your grinding pussy. “So fucking sweet, seeing you needy for me like this.” The hand that had formerly been holding his book reached out to you, his thumb swiping up some of your slick. “Want some help?”

All you could do was nod as your back arched in anticipation. With his tongue between his teeth, Roy watched your cunt with some mix of fascination and adoration, bringing his thumb to your clit with that expert care you loved to receive. Your body jerked at his touch, your hips stuttering.

“What a pretty view,” he hummed. “Looks so fucking delicious.” He lifted his thumb to his mouth, chuckling at your pathetic whimper. “Tastes delicious too.”

“Roy,” you whined, giving him your pleading eyes, the ones usually reserved for asking nicely for his cock. Now, you were begging just for his thumb.

At least he was nice enough to give you want you wanted. “Needy, needy thing,” he teased, tutting at the way your body twitched when his thumb pressed harshly to your pulsating clit. The hand on your hip snaked under your shirt to begin groping your breast. “Have I been spoiling you too much? Hmm? Turned you into a bit of a brat?”

You didn’t bother answering; your release was too close. Roy seemed to understand, because his thumb rubbed merciless circles on your clit as he kneaded at your nipple with his other hand, biting his lip as he watched you.

“Is my pretty girl going to come on my leg?” he teased, giving your nipple a harsh pinch. “Are you that desperate for me, darling?”

“Fuck, Roy,” you panted, nails digging into his skin as you writhed on his leg,

Your legs began to quake as your pussy clenched around nothing, your arousal dripping down the sides of Roy’s thigh and onto his sheets. With a wicked smile, he bounced his leg beneath you, watching your eyes roll back as your orgasm overtook you.

“My gorgeous girl,” he groaned in a syrupy voice. “Make a mess on me, baby.”

So you did. You sloppily bucked against his soaked leg, crying out his name over and over in a desperate chant. Your own thighs were burning, but you kept rocking your hips back and forth, determined to leave Roy a sodden mess; it was his fault, after all, for having the most mouthwatering thighs in the world. As the last shockwaves of pleasure pulsated through your body, you dropped your weight onto Roy’s drenched leg, the harsh contact against your sore cunt sending one last shudder down your spine.

Roy chuckled and pulled you down against his wooly chest with a couple loving shushes. “Did that feel good?” he murmured. “Did you enjoy that?” Your weak nod was rewarded with a kiss to the top of your head. “Good.” His tender voice turned into a delicious growl. “You can rest for about five minutes, and then you’re going to help me make an even bigger mess.”

[agentstarkid]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEE!!! 😝😝😝

In Queen Cardi's words: HE'S GOT A BEARD, WELL, I'M TRYNA WET IT!!!!! 😝😝😝

“Fuck, even better than I imagined”

GOOD-FUCKING-BYE!!!!!!! *729 INJURED & 72493 DEAD* 😩

Him sucking and humming Happy Birthday got me feeling all tingly everywhere and my tummy felt funny 🥵

I absolutely love that she was was like “BET. LET'S GO!!!!!” and Roy wasn't expecting that at all and got all flustered lmaooo we stan a Queen that knows what she wants and she's not afraid to get it 🤭

BTW the only way Girlie was able to finish when she was with Douchey McDouche was thinking of Roy and that's FACTS!

“Oh, you thought that was your gift? I'm not quite finished with you, birthday girl”

I feel so so spoiled babes! 😍 Thank you so so much! ❤️ I LOVE YOUUUUUUUU BESTIE!!! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

It's My Party

Smutober Week 2

Prompt: "I'll make you forget all about him."

Character: Roy Kent (Ted Lasso)

1.6k words

Warnings: Mentions of a douchey ex, oral (f receiving), fingering

Author's Note: Consider this a birthday gift to the always wonderful and perfect @agentstarkid 😘 Happy birthday May!!

For the millionth time, Roy’s eyes drifted over to you. Despite being the guest of honor, you were probably the most miserable person at your birthday party.

Roy’s sister, one of your best friends, had told him all about how your douchebag boyfriend- the one Roy always fucking hated- had broken up with you for some girl he worked with. Even with this heartbreak, you’d let your friends plan you a massive party; some small part of you hoped that it would distract you from thinking about him. However, based on the tight smiles you offered everyone who wished you a happy birthday, it didn’t seem to be working.

Maybe it was the way he felt his own heart ache at the sight of your miserable face. Maybe it was the tight dress your friends had talked you into wearing. Maybe it was because it was your birthday, and you deserved some fun. Or maybe it was the simple fact that Roy Kent had fancied you for as long as he’d known you. Whatever it was, Roy was determined to make his move tonight.

“Alright there?”

You plastered on that fake smile when the footballer approached you in your sad little corner. “I’m good.” You eyed him as you sipped your drink. “Did I thank you for coming yet?”

He smirked, staring at your mouth. “Twice.”

“Ah.” You shrugged. “Well, let’s make it three, then. Thanks for coming.” You gave his arm a playful punch, cringing internally at the juvenile gesture. Dammit. Why did you always turn into an absolute dork around Roy Kent?

The answer, of course, was because he was the most gorgeous man you’d ever met.

He smiled down at you, clearly amused. “Thanks for inviting me.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets and glanced around the party, noting that no one seemed to be paying the two of you any mind. “What d’you want for your birthday anyway? Couldn’t think of a damn thing to get you,” he chuckled.

You. I want you for my birthday.

Yeah, like you could say that to Roy Kent.

Instead, you shook your head. “Absolutely nothing. You being here is more than enough.”

“You sure?” He smirked at you teasingly, a familiar and sexy sight. “You’re single now, so I mean, if you want to head upstairs, I’m sure I’ve got something I could give you.”

You stared at him for a moment, taking in his bearded grin and the way his brown eyes trailed brazenly down your figure and the way he was standing much closer than he should be and the way he was teasing you like he always did and- Oh.

His eyes widened as they raked over your sudden stunned expression. “Oh, shit, no, that was a joke. I-”

“Let’s go.”

Roy ran his fingers through his hair. “Oh, come on,” he huffed, squirming. “I’m fucking goofing around. I know you’re not interested-”

You leaned towards him. “What if I am?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Are you fucking with me?”

“Well, that’s kind of my goal,” you joked. “But I think we should head up to my room first, don’t you think?”

Roy Kent looked good with a blush on his face. “Lead the way, then.”

Not caring one bit if anyone saw you, you practically made a beeline for the stairs that led up to your bedroom, confident that Roy was right on your tail. It was surreal, seeing Roy Kent close your bedroom door behind him. He chuckled awkwardly as you turned on your dim bedside lamp.

“So.”

You sat down on the bed, eyebrows raised. “So.”

He joined you, letting his hand rest on your exposed thigh. “You going to tell me what you want for your birthday?” he teased.

“Is this obvious enough for you, Kent?”

You leaned towards him and pressed your lips to his, gently at first, but before long, his tongue was wrestling with yours as he leaned you back onto the bed, hand dipping under the hem of your dress, inching towards your quickly dampening panties. You gasped into his mouth when his fingers brushed against the material and tugged them to the side. Roy groaned when he felt your wetness.

“Fuck,” he sighed against your lips as his fingers began massaging your folds. “Even better than I imagined.”

Roy Kent had imagined what touching you would be like.

Somehow, that thought had you moaning more than Roy’s fingers did.

“So fucking perfect,” he mumbled against your neck as he pressed sloppy kisses there. “Don’t know how anyone could let you go.” He pulled back, eyes sparkling wickedly. “I’ll make you forget all about him. Fucking promise.”

With that, Roy crawled down your body, stopping to hike your dress up over your hips. He settled his face between your legs, slowly pulling down your panties. His eyes never left yours as he stuck out his tongue and flicked your clit gently. Your hips bucked up into his mouth, prompting a soft chuckle from Roy.

He hooked his arms under your legs, tugging you closer to his mouth and spreading your shaking thighs. Still watching your face, he attached his mouth to your clit, wrapping his lips around it. You were so focused on the intense jolt you felt, you almost didn’t notice him slipping two fingers into your entrance until he was knuckles deep.

“Shit, Roy,” you whimpered, rocking your hips into his bearded face.

You could practically feel his smile against your heat. As he began pumping his digits in and out of your already soaking cunt, he began sucking your clit and humming around it; you giggled when you realized he was humming Happy Birthday.

You were suddenly grateful for the pulsing music you could hear through the door from downstairs, because Roy’s tongue had you moaning his name and the squelching sound of Roy’s fingers fucking you was growing louder and louder. You’d be an absolute liar if you said you’d never thought of Roy while touching yourself, even when you had a boyfriend; you probably came harder when you were all alone thinking of Roy Kent than you ever did in bed with your ex.

Meanwhile, Roy was squirming over your mattress, his throbbing hard cock jealous of his soaked fingers. Even though this was technically a gift for you, Roy couldn’t help but feel absolutely spoiled. You were a fucking sight, pure bliss on your face while you writhed around, your dress hiked up just for him, not caring that the hair you’d probably spent forever perfecting was quickly becoming wild.

Feeling selfish, he slipped in a third finger, uttering a soft “Fuck” against your clit when he felt you tighten around him, your warm cunt sucking on his digits desperately. You could feel a puddle forming underneath you, probably staining your comforter; a beautiful reminder of the mess Roy Kent was making of you.

“Roy,” you panted, giving his hair a harsh tug. “Gonna fucking-”

You never got to finish that sentence. He flattened his tongue, giving a rough, slow lick to your bundle of nerves, snapping the knot that had built up inside you. The string of profanities that left your mouth impressed even Roy, who’d really only heard that kind of talk in locker rooms; the sound only had his cock growing harder for you. He kept up his relentless pace, thrusting in and out of you, forcing his fingers to stay inside your tightening walls. When he saw the way your glossy eyes rolled back and felt your nails dig into his scalp, he quickened his pace, creating the lewdest, wettest sounds he had ever heard in his life; he was grateful for his position between your legs, so he could be surrounded by the beautiful sound of your soaking orgasm.

Eventually, your wriggling slowed down and your moans became heavy sighs. Roy tenderly withdrew his fingers from your cunt, releasing your clit he could taste his soaking digits. You weren’t sure what you expected Roy to do after your climax, but it sure wasn’t coming back down between your legs and lapping at your folds, determined to drink every last drop of your release.

The sound that came out of your mouth when Roy’s tongue dipped inside you was the most beautiful and sinful thing he’d ever heard. His tongue explored your aching pussy, devouring his reward for a job well done. His moans mixed with the vulgar sound of slurping and the pathetic whimpers that came out of your mouth as you tried to squirm out of his strong grip; he wasn’t letting you go anywhere, not that you really wanted to anyways. Not when he had your back arching and vision going black.

Satisfied that he’d swallowed every delicious drop, Roy finally removed himself from your heat. His eyes settled on your flushed face, with that sloppy, blissed out grin of yours, the one that followed a truly earth-shattering orgasm, the one you hadn’t worn often enough in the last year. And when Roy smirked at you, your juices dripping from his beard, you knew this wouldn’t be the last time he made you smile like that.

“Wow,” you finally murmured, attempting to sit up a little; your boneless body failed you, sending you flopping back onto the mattress. “That was some birthday gift, Roy. Think I’ll need a minute to recover before we head back downstairs.”

His dark chuckle had your pussy clenching again. “Oh, you thought that was your gift?” He sat up and began unbuckling his belt. “I’m not quite finished with you, birthday girl.”