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i’m not in love

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ted nivison x reader

summary: seeing ted again at a wedding gets surprisingly heated (implied past relationship/intimacy)

warning: ted and reader smoke, just tons of sexual tension + good ol make out sesh

A/N: it’s been a while since I’ve written fics, hopefully you enjoy this one, i am very open to feedback:) some side characters have random names, also no smut because i am horrible at writing it, maybe i’ll try for a part 2 lol

also, imagine him with the moustache (it’s a plot point;))

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By eleven o’clock, the afterparty has already lost its spirit. The DJ took a quick break and left the venue playing a playlist of sappy wedding songs. You don’t mind it too much; it gives you time to sit down and observe people from the sidelines.

10cc’s I’m Not in Love starts next. You watch as some couples begin romantically slowdancing on the dance floor, encouraged by the bride and groom. Directly in your line of sight is Ben—second cousin of the bride, as well as your date for the evening—drunkenly hugging himself and swaying to the music. Unfortunately, his attractiveness doesn’t make up for his personality. You do admire his confidence, but that might be his only redeeming quality.

“Well, he’s a catch.”

You shift your gaze to see Ted also staring at your date. He collapses into the chair next to you and takes a sip of his champagne. His jacket is off, leaving him in a dress shirt with a few buttons undone and a loosened tie.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but Ben is actually very profound,” you respond.

For some reason, you find yourself defending him—as if he’s not the biggest airhead you’ve ever met. Ted is absolutely right to criticize him, though; you’re just too petty to admit it.

“Oh, I can tell.” He turns his head toward you. “Does he know you need two people to slow dance?”

You roll your eyes at his sarcastic remark. Ted rests his arm on the table behind you, subtly moving closer.

“You shouldn’t judge,” you note. “I’m pretty sure your date is trying to get it on with the groom’s dad.”

You both glance across the dance floor, noticing a tipsy girl with both arms around the groom’s divorced father. The man looks to be in his sixties, with a forest of chest hair poking through his shirt and a remarkable porn stache. You both wince at the sight.

“Yeah… she has to have, like, a moustache kink or something.” His remark makes you giggle.

“Kinda looks like you in forty years,” you tease.

Ted squints at the man, clearly uncomfortable. “Just shoot me if I end up like that.”

“Gladly,” you add.

He turns to you and nods toward the door. “You still smoke?”

“Oh yeah,” you answer, relieved to get some fresh air. Quickly, you grab your purse and make your way toward the entrance. Ted downs his champagne and follows. As you navigate through the drunk crowd, he places his fingers on your lower back, guiding you. Your dress has an open back, so his touch on your bare skin sends shivers down your spine. Something tells you he knows what he’s doing. Whenever Ted drinks, even just a little, he tends to get very cocky and confident. He’s painfully aware of just how attractive you find it.

Finally outside, you find a remote spot, just out of sight from anyone exiting the venue.

You rummage through your purse for your pack of cigarettes. As you place one in your mouth, Ted lights it for you. It’s strangely intimate, yet comfortable.

You both lean against the wall as he faces you.

“You think they’ll last?”

“Matt and Katie?” you ask, taking a drag of your cigarette. Ted nods.

“I mean, they have to. If they don’t make it, I’m never getting married.”

He shrugs. “Worst case scenario, there’s another wedding where we run into each other.”

“That would be awful,” you say, playing along with the joke. In some sense, it would actually be awful seeing him again dressed in a suit and tie, all smug, knowing you find him truly irresistible like that.

“Horrible.” He grimaces and takes another drag of his cigarette.

The orange light from a nearby garden lamp reflects on his glasses and beautifully illuminates his face. His hair is a little messy from the long night, and just as you’re observing him more clearly, he catches you staring.

At this point, you’ve had enough drinks to match his boldness, so it doesn’t even matter anymore. You inch close to him and softly tug at his tie.

“I forgot how good you look in a suit, Ted.”

He’s completely flustered, yet maintains his composure. “Yeah, it’s hard looking this adorable.”

You roll your eyes at that comment.

“You know… I really don’t get it,” he adds. Slowly, he places one hand on your waist, holding his cigarette in the other.

“Hm?” you murmur. His touch makes you melt against his body. Your hands are still steadily on his tie, provoking him to get closer.

“Why you keep settling for these assholes when you could have any guy you want.” He subtly looks down at your lips, when you suddenly back away to put your cigarette out on the ground.

“Too bad flattery doesn’t work on me,” you tease. He’s appalled, even a bit offended at how you slip out of his fingers like that. After all, you don’t want to make it too easy for him.

“I’m sure it doesn’t. It’s true though,” he admits. He pulls you back to his body. Ted sees right through the game you’re playing and is now determined to make sure you fold first.

“Well, what do you think I’m doing right now?”

He forms a smug smile. “You want me? Is that it?” Without breaking eye contact, he tosses his cigarette on the ground. “Say it.”

Fuck. How does he always manage to get his finger wrapped around you?

“Do you need your ego caressed that badly?” you mock, unable to admit your defeat.

“One hundred percent.”

You’re too stubborn to look him in the eye now, but he places his finger under your chin and lifts it so you’re face to face again. He has that stupid grin on his face.

“God, you’re annoying.”

“I know,” he whispers.

Before he can say anything else, you harshly pull him in by his tie. The kiss is rough but tender. He squeezes your waist and moves one hand to your jaw. You taste the champagne and liquor shots he’s had through the night, and suddenly you want him even more. As much as you hate to admit it, he definitely wins. Subtly, Ted smiles against your lips, clearly content with the outcome of your conversation. You briefly pull away, staying inches from his face.

“Someone’s enjoying himself.”

“Let’s just go to my place,” he suggests, placing a quick sloppy kiss on your lips again.

“We gotta say goodbye to some people first.”

He throws his head back and places his hands firmly on your hips. “I mean… do we have to?”

You think for a few seconds. “Just the bride and groom?”

“That’s polite enough for me.”

“Let’s do it.”

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