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Jealousy, Jealousy | Tee Higgins

Summary: Being a model has it perks, your NFL boyfriend becoming jealous is not one of them. based on this ask.

Pairing: you x Tee Higgins (Female perspective)

Requested: Yes | No (Anon)

Warnings: jealousy, angry! Tee, angst, fluff

Note: So I had this imagine written out 10x better, but it had deleted itself from my laptop or it updated without saving so. I apologize that this version sucks but I am still upset. it also deleted my drafted josh allen and sam hubbard imagine so... rip to me tonight.

“That’s a wrap.” The photographer yelled as he put his camera down and everyone around the set started running to put things away. No doubt that everyone wanted to go home and be able to clock out of work.

Y/N made her way back to the dressing room where the stylist had dressed her for this modeling shoot. It was a bit different than some of the other shoots she did, but it was fun, nonetheless. As much as she loved her job, she couldn’t wait to be home to spend time with her boyfriend.

Her love life was something that she kept private. A decision that both her and Tee, her boyfriend, decided on. Since she was a well-known model and he was in the NFL, keeping quiet seemed like the best way to avoid scandals and to be able to soak in all the relationship. Keeping the relationship private kept the peace but it also brought challenges, since Tee and Y/N both have had to turn down people without letting their relationship spread.

“That was perfect Y/N, now you just have to walk the runway in New York in two weeks and then your set for your vacation.” Your manager was one of the best in the modeling industry and not to mention that some of your work felt like you were working with your best friend.

“Thanks Lydia.” You thanked her before going and hurriedly switched back into your clothing that you came to the studio in. You were more than happy to spend the evening with Tee and a bag of take out, and he just happened to order food from your favorite restaurant. Once all your supplies were gathered, you headed out to the uber that Lydia had arranged for you. You quickly gave the uber driver the address and then texted Tee to let him know that you would be home soon. You quickly tipped your driver once you arrived at your shared house, and then hopped out.

“I’m home!” You called when you walked in through the door. You let your bags hit the floor and gently scooted them to the side before taking off your shoes. “You will not believe the day I had-“You started but stopped when you walked into the kitchen and seen Tee glaring at the computer in front of him. “Hey, you okay?” You asked softly hoping not to startle him.

“You tell me.” He muttered, turning the computer around to face you.

Your eyebrows furrowed before reading over the article that had a picture attached to it. It was one about an upcoming project that had yet to be released but the shoot had already been done. “He’s the one that they made me pose with.” You explained to your boyfriend. “We did the shoot awhile ago.”

“You forgot to mention it was a lingerie shoot.” He accused.

It wasn’t like Tee to be jealous when you worked, as you both knew that you had people throwing themselves at you. You wouldn’t even have enough fingers and toes to count how many people message tee on his Instagram or how many thirsty comments he gets. You overlooked them most of the time because at the end of the day, you were the one he was coming home too. There were days when jealousy swept in, and this must have been the case for Tee as well.

“It was the Calvin Klein shoot.” You replied to his accusation. “I showed you the morning of what I would be wearing, and I told you Alex would be modeling the matching male set.” The explanation wasn’t enough, and Tee just turned the computer back over to face him before typing something.

“Look at the things these guys say about you.” He grumbled, turning the computer around again. Your eyes scanned over the interviews that Tee had popped up on the laptop. Ones where they admitted that they asked you out or thought you were hot. Comments that you had avoided when you worked with these particular people. “Half of these guys are in your phone and message you frequently.” He argued.

“I don’t answer them back! I would never cheat of you Tamaurice.” You started using his full name in hopes of making him realize how dumb it sounds. You cannot control who you work with, and he has had many interviewers leave him endearing comments when he agreed to interviews.

At the wrong time, your phone lit up. A DM from an actor coming through your phone making you stiffen. Tee quickly grabbed your phone off the counter and read the message with a scoff, he placed the phone down. “I’m going out.”

“Tee!” You called as he stormed past you. “You can’t just leave because your jealous!” You argued following him into the garage. “If I was replying that would be a different story. I just want you, why can’t you see that?”

“Who you calling jealous?” Tee grumbled stopping by the driver door of his car. “I’m not jealous I just want respect.”

“I do respect you because if I didn’t, I would be entertaining every single one of those guys.” You snapped. You loved Tee and he knew that. He was just overcome with jealousy that he wasn’t thinking clearly. To be honest, it was about time for him to snap due to jealousy because he hadn’t since the two of you had been together. As for you, you had been in his shoes at least twice since you two have become serious. “I love you; Tee and I know you know that.” You sighed out exhausted from this lovely evening taking a turn before you could even explain anything to him.

After a moment of silence, Tee spoke up. “Don’t wait up.” He muttered before getting into his car. The garage door opened, and he backed his car out of the garage and took off down the street.

You stood there frozen in your spot, tears coming to your eyes. He was mad and Jealousy over something that you had no control over. But maybe it was time for it to happen because you had started feeling a little jealous again too over his comment section on Instagram and TikTok. You blinked the tears away refusing to cry over something that was out of your control. You knew that he would be back, and it was just a matter of when.

It was weird going into the kitchen and enjoying take out by yourself, when you know that Tee had ordered it for your night in. You tried everything to keep your mind off your boyfriend, but nothing worked. You knew that regardless of what he said that you would be up until he came home, even if that was tomorrow.

*A few hours later*

After you finished your food, you made yourself comfortable on the couch. Turning on a movie to try to keep yourself occupied. You were almost asleep about an hour and a half into the movie until you heard the jingle of keys and your front door lock unlocking. Soon the door squeaked open, and you heard footsteps entering the house. A surge of anxiety and worry ran through you, unsure of which Tee was walking in. He had either cooled down and you were going to have a civil conversation, or he was still angry and just refused to stay away. The sound of the door shutting made you take a deep breath as you prepared yourself for whatever was to come. No matter what you were hoping that you could work through it, seeing as if you had done nothing wrong.

“I thought I told you not to wait up.” Tee spoke in a soft tone, letting Y/N know that he may still have been jealous, but the anger was gone or had at least faded.

You shrugged feeling a little at ease that he wasn’t angry, “I wouldn’t have been able to sleep anyways.” You mumbled. You had been used to sharing a bed with your big teddy bear so that even when you worked away, if he stayed home, it was impossible to sleep.

“You were right.” Tee said as he walked into the living area and sat down on the couch beside you. “I was jealous, the most jealous I’ve ever been in my life. I just keep seeing all these articles, interviews, and posts about these guys that you work with or the ones that want to work with you and it’s been getting to me. Not to mention the other celebrities who don’t even know you and just see your work.”

You took in what he said, “Does it bother you that these people are reaching out? Or does it bother you that they’re reaching out because of my body and looks?” you asked him even though you knew that the answer was probably both, but the second one bothered him more.

“Both, but you’re such an amazing person and deserve to be seen passed your body and great looks.” He explained making your heart melt.

How did you get so lucky? You weren’t sure. There were so many women that Tee could have chosen, and he someone ended up with you. “Well, they’ll never get to me passed my pictures or if they’re at my shoots.” You assured him. “I love you, Tee. I’m not going anywhere, and they can try to take me from you, but it isn’t going to work if you want me around.” You assured him even more, knowing what it felt like to be jealous and insecure. “Is it bothering you so much because we met through social media?” You asked knowing there was an underlying issue to this incident.

Tee thought for a moment before realizing that maybe that was the actual problem. The fact that these guys were trying to hit you up the same way that he had. Not to mention that some of them are brave enough to ask you out when they see you in person. “Maybe.” He mumbled. “I’m sorry about earlier, I shouldn’t have gotten upset because like you said, you weren’t entertaining any of them.”

You gave him a thankful smile before placing your hand on his knee, “I get jealous at least twice a month at the minimum, so it’s fine.” She joked. Tee let out a chuckle while shaking his head.

“How did I get so lucky?”

“I ask myself the same thing.”

[v6quewrlds]

&.⠀⠀PHASES⠀⋆⠀TEE HIGGINS.

pairing⠀⁎⠀tee higgins x reader. word count⠀⁎⠀3.8k.

summary⠀⁎⠀through morning sickness and tears, mood swings and wild food combinations, the one constant throughout the phases of your pregnancy has been tee.

author's note⠀⁎⠀wish it was longer but i don't think i can change or add anything without it losing the magic lol warnings⠀⁎⠀established but not explicitly labeled relationship, pregnant!reader, language.

read more⠀⁎⠀tee higgins masterlist.

The moniker, "morning sickness," was perhaps the most misleading term you had ever encountered. It wasn’t limited to the morning—in fact, it seemed to follow you like a stubborn shadow throughout the day. You’d be fine one moment, a pillow propped up behind your back, scrolling through social media on your phone, and the next, you’d be racing to the bathroom, your stomach in knots.

You had tried every trick and remedy presented by the women in your life. When your mother suggested ginger tea, you brewed it religiously, sipping it with a hopeful grimace each time. It didn’t work. When Tee’s mother swore by keeping saltines to nibble on before getting out of bed first thing in the morning, you tried it too, only to realize that the taste of the stale crackers was almost as nauseating as the sickness itself. When a random older woman at the OB/GYN’s office overheard you bemoaning your plight and suggested lemon aromatherapy, you rolled your eyes but gave it a shot anyway. It didn’t do much.

It was a peculiar mix of anxiety and guilt. As excited and blessed as you felt to be experiencing the miracle of creating life, the physical toll was taking a lot out of you. The guilt was overwhelming at times, as if your body was betraying your happiness. You’d sit on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, head between your knees, and whisper apologies to the baby growing inside you. Tee would find you there often, his own worry lines etched deeply into his forehead.

"Baby," he would say softly, sweetly, already moving to kneel beside you. "It’s okay. I got you."

You would moan in discomfort, not even bothering to look up at him. "I can’t do this," you’d say, your mouth bitter with the aftertaste of bile. "I feel so weak."

Tee would stroke your back, creating large, round circles. "You’re not weak, babe," he’d murmur. "You’re strong. Stronger than you think." His head would drop to kiss the side of your face. "This is just your body doing what it needs to do. I promise it won’t be like this forever."

You would nod, too drained to argue. The smell of his cologne was comforting, a faint scent of sandalwood and vanilla. It reminded you of better days, when your stomach was reliable and you didn’t have to plan your life around nausea. You’d lean into his touch, letting it soothe you, hoping that he was right.

Another wave would fall over you, twisting your stomach into a writhing mess. Tee’s grip on your shoulder tightened, his thumb tracing patterns into your skin as you gagged into the toilet bowl. He’d wait, patient as ever, until you were done. He’d remove your head scarf, knowing you were likely sweaty and hot. He’d help you to the bed, the same spot you’d collapsed into after a particularly nasty spell.

"You feel any better?" Tee’s voice was gentle as he sat beside you on the bed, placing a damp washcloth on your forehead. The coolness was heavenly, and you sighed in finding some level of relief. "Wanna take this off?" He carefully lifted your shirt, placing a hand on your belly which was just beginning to show the slightest curve.

You nodded, and he pulled it over your head, revealing your sports bra, the elastic digging into your skin slightly. You sighed again, this time with relief at the coolness of the room on your bare skin. "Thank you," you sighed, accepting the warmth of the duvet as Tee pulled it over you.

"Don’t leave," you managed to say as Tee moved to stand. Your hand weakly grabbed his wrist, your eyes closed.

"I want you to drink some water, baby." He cooed gently, sitting on the edge of the bed again. "Just a sip. Maybe some crackers too?"

"No crackers," you murmured, turning away from the thought. Tee smiled at that, understanding your distaste. He gently picked up your hand and held it to his mouth, kissing your knuckles.

"No crackers, just water?" Tee asked, his eyes searching your face for approval.

"Just water," you confirmed, your eyes still squeezed shut. You felt his warmth leave the bed as he moved to the kitchen. The sound of the fridge opening and closing reached your ears but didn’t quite penetrate the fog of your discomfort. You listened to the steady rhythm of his footsteps returning to your side, the sound of the plastic bottle cap twisting open, and the gentle splash of water as he poured it into a glass.

You took the glass from him gratefully, your palm still a bit clammy. Tee hovered, his eyes full of concern as you took a tentative sip. The water washed over your tongue, bringing a slight reprieve from the acidic taste in your mouth. He waited, his hand resting on your thigh, as you took a few more sips. "How you feelin’?" he asked, watching you take a deep breath, your head falling against his shoulder, your feet tucking underneath yourself.

"Pathetic," you murmured into his neck, feeling his skin under your cheek. "I’m sorry I’m struggling so bad. I don’t know how other women do this."

Tee let out a small sound of discontent, the sound rumbling through his chest and into your ear. "Everybody’s different, baby. You’re doing great." His hand began to stroke your thigh, the motion calming and reassuring. "I know you’re not feeling your best, but you’re giving life, and that’s the most beautiful thing in the world. I’m proud of you, so proud I get to be the one holding your hand through this."

You felt a warm tear slide down your cheek, and you didn’t bother to wipe it away. You knew Tee would feel it and understand without you saying a word. His hand moved up to cup your face, kissing your temple as he whispered, "I promised I’d take care of you, didn’t I? That’s what I’m gonna do."

He took the empty glass from you and set it on the bedside table. "Let’s get you some rest, baby. You need to keep your strength up for the both of you." He tucked you in, his movements slow and careful, as if you were made of the most fragile glass. You felt his weight shift as he stood, but you didn’t open your eyes.

"Blue or green?" Tee asked, holding up a tiny pair of baby sneakers in each hand. The Target shopping cart was already half-filled with diapers, a random assortment of household items, and a new set of coffee mugs for the kitchen.

"Green," you said immediately, your attention snapping from the baby outfit you'd been scrutinizing to the shoes Tee held. "They're so tiny. Can you believe he's going to fit into those?"

Tee smiled, placing the green shoes in the cart. "This shit is so wild. He gon' be fresh as hell though. Just like his daddy."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide your smile. You leaned into his side, your mood shifting slightly with the gentle brush of his hand on your waist. You continued to wander the aisles, discussing baby names and nursery themes, until you spotted a rack of maternity clothes.

"Do you think we have time to look?" you pointed at the maternity clothes, tugging on Tee's elbow. He glanced at his watch, then back at your hopeful expression.

"Sure, baby. We got some time," he said, steering the cart towards the rack.

Your eyes lit up as you scanned the colorful clothes, your fingertips gliding over the soft fabrics. You'd been feeling particularly bloated and uncomfortable in your regular wardrobe lately, and the idea of something made just for your growing belly was heaven-sent. Tee hovered, occasionally holding up shirts that he thought you might like, his cheeks dimpling when you'd smile or hum your approval of his choices.

You set off toward the fitting room just a few steps away with a kiss to his cheek and a slight bounce in your step. Inside the small space, you began to strip off your clothes, tossing them into a pile on the floor. The cool air from the AC brushed against your skin and you took a deep breath, feeling slightly happier than you had in days. The first shirt you picked up was a soft cream-colored dress. It was perfectly in line with any other dress you'd pick up prior to pregnancy, except it had a little more stretch in the fabric.

"I like this one," you called out to Tee, stepping out of the dressing room to show off the dress that hugged your bump perfectly. Tee's eyes lit up, and you felt a flush of pride at his approving nod. "What do you think?"

"You look beautiful, baby," Tee said, his voice full with admiration. "They got another one in black, do you want me to grab it, put it in the cart?"

You nodded and returned to the fitting room. The next few minutes were spent trying on clothes, Tee's voice occasionally piercing through the flimsy door, offering his opinions and encouragement. The final piece of clothing was a pair of light wash blue jeans. They had been Tee's pick, and you had been skeptical at first. But seeing the way he raved about the material and the fit, you decided to give them a shot.

They pulled on easily enough. With your bump at the forefront of your mind, you were surprised by how good you felt in them. The stretch was perfect, and they didn't dig into your skin anywhere uncomfortable. The trouble you anticipated came with the buttons.

Though they buttoned—just barely—you felt a twinge of anxiety as you looked in the mirror. Your reflection stared back at you, the jeans cinched tightly around your waist, and you couldn't help but feel like you were wearing a costume, not something you'd be able to wear comfortably outside the house. You stepped out of the fitting room hesitantly.

"What do you think?" Tee's eyes searched yours for approval.

You looked down at the jeans. "They're okay," you said, your voice soft. You didn't meet his eye.

Tee frowned, immediately noticing your lack of enthusiasm. "You sure?"

Your hand moved to your stomach, rubbing it gently. "They're just... tight." You took a deep, shaky breath. Upon exhale, you felt a sudden rush of emotion, tears burning the edges of your eyes. "The button is... it's tight."

"You don't have to get those if you don't want to, baby," he said softly. "We can try something else." He reached for your wrist, turning you to face him fully. "Baby, don't cry."

You felt the first tear roll down your cheek. "I'm not," you started, your voice cracking. Then you broke into sobs, your shoulders shaking. Tee pulled you into a warm embrace, "Baby..." he said softly, rubbing your back.

You sobbed into his chest, fully fisting his black t-shirt. It was one of those moments where you didn't know why you were crying, but you couldn't seem to stop. The fabric of his shirt grew damp under your cheeks. Tee held you, not saying a word, just letting you feel. His strong arms wrapped around you, holding you tight, offering silent support.

The minutes ticked by, your cries slowly subsiding into sniffles. You pulled away, wiping at your eyes. "I'm sorry," you mumbled, your face hot with embarrassment. "I didn't mean to cry."

"Don't be sorry, baby," Tee said, holding your face with both his hands. "It's okay to be overwhelmed." He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours, and whispered, "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, even when you're crying."

"Even with my snotty nose and swollen eyes?" you sniffed, managing a small laugh. Tee grinned, kissing the tip of your nose.

"Especially with your snotty nose and swollen eyes." He kissed you softly. "What can I do to help?"

You took a shaky breath, looking down at the jeans on your body. "Can we go home?" you asked, your voice small. Tee nodded immediately.

"Take the jeans off, we'll go to the self-checkout," Tee murmured, his eyes filled with concern as he guided you back into the fitting room. You stepped out of the jeans, your body feeling slightly lighter without the constriction.

"You okay?" he checked again through the door.

"I'm okay, baby," you assured him, your voice more stable now.

Tee nodded and took the jeans from you, placing them back on the hanger with gentle care. When you stepped out of the fitting room, he reached for your hand, his grip firm but comforting. You made your way through the store, ignoring the glances of passersby who could likely see how frazzled you seemed to be still. At the self-checkout, you felt a fresh wave of embarrassment. Your eyes were red, your nose a mess, and your makeup was likely smudged. You avoided looking at the security camera, not wanting to be remembered as the overly emotional, crying pregnant lady.

"Can we order in?" you asked as you watched Tee load your bags into the trunk of the car. "I know I cooked last night but... I want something else."

"Pizza?" Tee suggested as he continued loading, his voice gentle, trying to read your mood.

"Please," you said, the redness in your eyes beginning to clear.

"Yes, ma'am," Tee nodded, closing the trunk and walking around to your side of the car. He opened the door, helping you up into the passenger seat and watching you fasten your seatbelt. He leaned in, placing a tender kiss on your forehead before lifting your chin in his hand and kissing you softly on the mouth. "Order it in, we'll pick it up on the way home, then Imma get yo fine ass in bed."

"Tee," you scolded lightly, your voice still heavy. But you couldn't deny the warmth that spread through you at his show of affection. You gave in, laughing fully when you saw him pull his bottom lip between his teeth.

"I'm deadass," he almost growled, his eyes sweeping over you. "I was tryna keep it together in them people's store. But when you came out in that dress..." he trailed off, shaking his head, a hum resonating from the back of his throat. "I just wanna get you home, lay you down, and thank the good Lord above for giving me you and this baby." His palms pressed against each other, his head tilted back as he playfully prayed to the heavens.

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound bubbling from your chest and shaking your body. It was a good laugh, one that had been missing from you for days. You watched him, his eyes closed, his smile wide. "You play too much," you said, reaching for his hands and lacing your fingers with his.

"I love you bad. I'll die 'bout my baby," Tee said, his eyes squeezing shut as if the mere thought of your discomfort was too much to handle. His words were punctuated with a kiss to the back of your hand.

You felt a warmth spread through you, and you couldn't help but return his smile. "I know, baby," you whispered. "And I love you for it. Thank you for making me feel better."

"Always," Tee said, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. "Gimme a kiss." He puckered his lips in a playful pout.

You leaned over to kiss him, the smell of his cologne flooding your senses. His smile grew against your mouth before pulling away. "One more," he murmured, pecking you again. You felt his hands move to your stomach, pressing gently. "And one for the little man too." He leaned over your belly, lifting your shirt slightly, and kissed it with a gentle peck.

You watched him, feeling a swell of love so strong it was almost painful. You cradled the side of his face with one hand, your thumb stroking his cheekbone. "Thank you," you repeated, leaning in for another kiss once he stood up again.

You woke slowly, the slow roll of your stomach growling dragging you from your sleep. You groaned and rolled over, feeling the weight of your pregnant belly pressing against the mattress. Tee's arm was draped over you, his gentle snores a comforting white noise. Carefully, you extracted yourself from the warm cocoon of his embrace and shuffled into the kitchen.

You opened the freezer and stared into the abyss of Tupperware containers and frozen desserts, but it was the half gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream that caught your eye. The craving hit you sharp, intense, and unrelenting.

You placed the container of ice cream on the counter and grabbed a spoon from the drawer. The first bite melted in your mouth, the minty coolness mixing with the sweetness of the chocolate chips. It was heavenly. A few bites later, you weren't satisfied. You needed something else.

Tee stirred in his sleep, a sudden absence of weight and warmth beside him. He cracked an eye open, looking around the darkened room, then glanced at the clock. 3-something AM. He sighed, his hands running down his face as he grasped the situation. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, planting his bare feet on the cold floor. He grabbed the hoodie hanging over the chair and shrugged into it, following the sound of the kitchen cabinets opening and closing.

Your silhouette was framed by the refrigerator light, your hand hovering over the shelves. You looked up, catching his reflection in the glass. "Oh, baby," you said softly. "Was I being too loud?"

"Nah, you good," he yawned, crossing the kitchen to you. "Ice cream?" He nodded to the carton in your hand.

"Craving," you mumbled around another spoonful. "Want some?"

Tee chuckled, moving to stand behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist. He kissed your neck, his breath warm against your skin. "You know I do," he said, reaching around you to grab a spoon. He took a bite, the minty taste mixing with the warmth of his mouth.

"Can you scoop some out for me, please?" you began, turning toward the pantry to rustle through the snacks. Tee obliged, grabbing a clean bowl from the drying rack and filling it with a generous serving of mint chocolate chip.

"What else you need, baby?" Tee asked.

"Cereal," you answered simply, revealing a box of sugary cereal with themed, multicolored marshmallows. Tee raised an eyebrow but said nothing, turning toward the fridge to retrieve the milk only to be stopped by your hand on his wrist. "No milk."

He paused, looking down at you with a furrowed brow. "You don't want milk with your cereal?"

"Nope," you said, shaking the box of cereal over your bowl of ice cream. "But I need you to get me some chocolate syrup." You paused then visually lit up, "Oh! And some salt."

Tee stared at you, blinking sleep from his eyes. "Salt?"

You nodded, your mouth watering at the thought. "Yeah, I want to mix it all together."

Tee chuckled, shaking his head. "A'ight," he sighed, his hand sliding down to give you a gentle pat on the behind as he made his way to the pantry. He grabbed the chocolate syrup from the shelf and held it up in question. "This what you want?"

You nodded, a grin spreading across your face. "Yes, please," you said, your voice full of childlike excitement. "Drown that bitch in chocolate," you almost vibrated with anticipation. Tee couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head.

"You're something else," he said, his voice warm as he began to pour the chocolate, looking to you every few seconds to make sure he wasn't going overboard. You just hummed in response, your eyes glued to the melting ice cream. The syrup cascaded over the top, pooling and mixing with the ice cream.

"Keep going," you urged, your eyes alight with a spark of excitement. Tee couldn't help but smile at your enthusiasm, pouring more syrup until the ice cream looked like a chocolate moat around the floating marshmallows. "Okay, that's good. Now, the salt."

He grabbed the salt shaker and handed it to you, watching as you sprinkled a fine layer over the top of the concoction. He took a step back, eyeing the mix skeptically. You took a bite, your eyes fluttering closed, moaning softly. "Perfect," you murmured, licking the salt and chocolate off the spoon.

"Mind you," Tee started, watching warily as you took another bite. "I've never made you moan like that before." He laughed out a soft, "Goddamn," when you moaned again.

"So good," you sighed, your eyes still closed. The sweet and salty combination was surprisingly delightful, the crunch of the cereal and the creaminess of the ice cream playing perfectly together. You opened your eyes to see Tee watching you with a mix of amusement and concern. "What?" you tried to stop yourself from smiling.

"It can't be that good," Tee said, his skepticism clear in his tone.

"You want a taste?" you offered, holding out the spoon to him.

"Hell no," Tee snorted, holding up a hand. "I'm good with my ice cream plain." He took a spoonful of mint chocolate chip, savoring the simplicity of it.

You rolled your eyes, mixing the salt and chocolate syrup into your cereal with a spoon. "Your loss," you mumbled with a mouthful. Tee leaned against the counter, watching you with a fond smile. "What are you looking at?" you muttered.

"Just my beautiful, gorgeous, radiant, resilient,—" Tee began, but you cut him off with a laugh and a playful nudge to his side.

"Draggin' it," you said, your voice muffled by the spoonful of chocolate and salt. You couldn't help to smile at his teasing. "But thank you."

Tee took another bite of his ice cream, watching you with a mix of amusement and love. "I was thinking of names the other day."

You paused mid-bite, your eyes widening. "You were?"

Tee nodded. "Yeah, I was thinking something short, something that'll roll off the tongue like yours."

"What did you come up with?" you asked, your curiosity piqued. Your spoon hovered in the air, halfway to your mouth.

"How 'bout Shai?" Tee suggested, watching your reaction closely.

"Like the basketball player?" you deadpanned, your spoon now resting in the bowl. Your head tilted incredulously, your eyes squinting playfully. "Tamaurice."

"I mean..." Tee's voice trailed off. "I like the name. It means 'gift'." He leaned against the counter, watching your face for a reaction. "I think it fits, don't you?"

"That's... really sweet, baby." Your voice softened, the warmth in your tone genuine. You took another bite of your salty-sweet concoction, contemplating the name. "Shai. Shai Higgins." You tasted the name with a nod. "I can work with that."

Tee's smile grew. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you said, setting the bowl down. "It's got a nice ring to it." You leaned into him, your head resting on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. "Our gift."

Tee kissed the top of your head, his arms wrapping around you. "Exactly."

[bengals-barnesbabe]

My Man, My Man, My Man

Pair: Tee Higgins x Fem!Reader

Genre: 18+ | Text Fic, Crack treated (kinda) Seriously, Smutty Fluff

Des: Bengals training camp has begun, and someone is feeling the not-so-nice effects of her favorite wideout's schedule.

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A/N: Spreading the Tee love and influenced by the rabid WAGS going viral on TikTok rn lol

[thoughtfulfiction]

Triple Crown Cupid

Author’s Note: My first Tee fic! Hope the anon who requested this enjoys this cute little read.

You were going to KILL him. Soon.

Maybe not you personally ending his life, but maybe you'd get on the dark web and hire someone else to do it. Some untraceable Russian network that could never be tied back to you so that you'd get away with killing the Bengals' number one offensive weapon, who may be the best receiver in football.

Ja'Marr was an hour late to dinner. An hour. And this dinner wasn’t even your idea—he begged you to come. You didn’t even want to leave the house tonight, but after the week you’d had—your boss nitpicking your project, your landlord ignoring your calls—the idea of catching up with Ja’Marr felt like a lifeline. And now? You were sitting here alone, ignored, and spiraling into increasingly dramatic murder plots.

Because of that? You needed a drink.

Or three.

You stood up and headed to the bar, staring at the gigantic glass of sangria you'd just ordered. The more sips you took, the more the anger was washed away and replaced with a rich pomegranate taste that transported you to a more peaceful, less homicidal state.

"Aye...Y/N, is that you?"

The voice was warm and familiar, tugging you out of your wine-soaked spiral. You turned, and there he was — Tee, flashing that easy smile that always seemed to make things feel lighter. "That is you. What are you doin' here?"

Gently placing your drink down, you spun around in your chair to fully face him. "Tee!" you exclaim, pulling him in for a hug. "I was supposed to have dinner with Ja'Marr but that bitch stood me up. I should've known he wasn't actually driving down here."

"Yeah...his lazy ass wasn't going nowhere tonight. And um—He told me he had this girl he wanted me to meet but she isn't here yet," he gestures toward the seat next to you, "mind if I sit here while I wait?"

"Of course not, I'm just gonna finish my drink and head home. Try to convince myself not to stab your little friend," you tell him with a dry laugh.

He flashes a warm smile, ordering a drink while shaking his head. "You gon be aight. Got to have that fat glass of wine, I can order us an appetizer. And, I'm better to hang out with than he is anyway. That man prolly on the phone with Dej right now. He is not worried about you."

"You know what, you're right." You take a second, looking around the room before the truth hits you. "He is worried about me though. Which is why he did this."

Tee looks at you, extremely confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Your date. She isn't coming. Just like Ja'Marr 'stood me up?'" You put quotes on the last part, waiting for him to get it and he thinks to himself, rubbing his hand over his face.

"He think he slick," Tee muttered, dragging a hand down his face. "Motherfucker thinks he's setting us up."

"He’s not slick," you shot back. "He's a fucking dummy."

"Yeah, but he's our dummy." Tee grinned. "But... since he clearly wants us to eat together, might as well get a steak or something cause I'm not gonna lie, I'm starving. You hungry?"

You nodded slowly, standing up and walking back to the hostess who immediately got a table for the two of you.

Ja'Marr couldn't have been right. That just wasn't what was happening here. You were just two people who just happened to enjoy each other's company while having dinner, nothing more, nothing less. Sure, Tee was hilarious, it was endearing how much he loved and respected his mom after everything they had been through together. His smile could light up a room and he was kind to the wait staff, tipping generously after paying for your meal no matter how much you tried to tell him he didn't have to do it. But that didn't mean anything, so you pulled out your phone to order an Uber and forget all of this ever even happened.

"I can just drive you home if you want? It's on my way back to the house, kinda late for you to be alone downtown."

You should've told him it was fine. That you'd get home on your own, but something in you really wanted to spend more time with him for some reason so you let him lead you out of the restaurant and into his car.

The ride to your place was pretty quiet, he hummed along to the music every once in a while, bopping his head to the beat as you tried not to stare at his hand wrapped around the steering wheel, examining every tattoo like you'd need the information to pass a test.

He walked you up to your apartment, making sure you got in safe. You turned the key in the door, letting the two of you in, tossing your shoes to the side by the door, hoping that you'd remember to put them away in the morning.

Tee laughs again, holding onto the door. "Ja'Marr is funny bro. Did he think we were just gonna fall in love after one little dinner date?"

"I don't know what he thought. But he was wrong. Tonight was great. You're great. But we just—”

"We aren’t gonna fall in love," Tee says, almost like he’s convincing himself.

"Exactly." Your voice barely comes out, the air between you suddenly thicker than it should be.

He takes a step closer. "Just friends."

"Just friends," you echo — but when his hand rests against your waist, neither of you move away.

He continues walking towards you, wrapping an arm around your waist, pressing your bodies together.

Friends.

"I think imma head out, it's late." Tee muttered. But his hand didn’t move, he was still holding onto you.

"Yeah."

And then he kissed you — and suddenly, murder plots and missing friends didn’t seem so important anymore.

It wasn’t tentative or uncertain—it was all urgency, like he'd been holding back for too long and couldn’t stand it another second. His lips parted against yours, warm and insistent, and you met him just as fiercely. Your fingers curled into his shirt, dragging him closer until his chest was flush against yours. His hand slid up your spine, the other sliding effortlessly on your neck, caressing your cheek, holding you like he was terrified you might slip away.

When you stumbled back against the wall, Tee followed without hesitation, his body pressing you there, caging you in event though you'd never felt more free. He kissed you deeper, and you let yourself drown in it — the taste of him, the heat of his breath against your skin, the low sound he made when you nipped at his bottom lip.

His hands were everywhere — sliding down your sides, tracing the curve of your waist, splaying wide against your hips as if he needed to memorize every inch of you. You gasped when his lips left your mouth, dragging along your jaw before settling at the sensitive spot just beneath your ear. His lips felt like they belonged on your body, and you barely recognized the soft sound that escaped your lips.

"You good?" he murmured, voice husky and low, his forehead resting against yours. His thumb brushed over your cheek like he was trying to steady you — or maybe himself.

"Yeah," you breathed, your fingers still tangled in his shirt. "I just..."

"Me too," he said, like he already knew. His lips found yours again, softer this time—slower, deeper, like he'd decided he didn’t need to rush. His fingers traced lazy patterns against your waist, and you melted into him, letting yourself forget everything except the feel of him, warm and steady and safe, holding you like you were something worth holding on to. The kiss deepened, his tongue tracing yours with a slow, deliberate ease that made your knees weak. He kissed you like he had nowhere else to be, no care in the world, like this was exactly where he wanted to stay.

The walk to your room was quiet, but the air between you felt heavy, charged with something you couldn’t name and didn’t want to examine too closely. Tee’s hand found yours halfway down the hall, his fingers lacing through yours like it was instinct.

You didn’t let go.

The moment the door closed behind you, his lips were on yours again, deeper this time, more desperate. He kissed you like he was chasing something, like this moment might slip through his fingers if he didn’t hold on tight enough. You felt his hands roam — one cradling your face, the other pressed firm against the small of your back, guiding you closer until there was nothing but warm air and body between you.

You let yourself get lost in it, in the softness of his skin, the rough scrape of his goatee against your jaw, the way his fingers flexed when you pushed him toward the bed. When the back of his knees hit the edge, he sat down, pulling you into his lap like you belonged there. His arms wrapped tight around your waist, your fingers sliding down his waves as his mouth moved down your neck. Each kiss, each press of his lips against your skin, felt like a promise you knew he couldn’t keep.

Somewhere between his fingers tracing your spine and your hands sliding beneath his shirt, you knew this wasn’t just a kiss anymore — this was something else. Something deeper. Something you’d both regret in the morning. But you didn’t stop.

Neither of you said a word when you finally curled beneath the sheets, your head resting on his chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along your arm. You lay there in the quiet with him, your fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. Neither of you spoke, but the silence felt heavy — like if you said the wrong thing, the whole moment might slip away. His hand never stopped moving — up and down on your back, like he wasn’t quite ready to let go yet.

“I should probably go,” he mumbled eventually, his voice low and heavy with sleep.

“You’re already here,” you murmured back, not quite ready to break whatever this was. “Just...stay.”

He did.

In the morning, sunlight crept in through the blinds, painting lines across his bare shoulders. You woke before him, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. For a minute, you let yourself believe this could be something real — something that made sense. But it couldn’t be. Because Ja’Marr couldn’t be right.

When Tee finally stirred, his arm tightened around your waist before he blinked his eyes open. He looked at you like he was still half-asleep, a sleepy smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“I should head out,” he said again, voice hoarse from sleep. He didn’t move.

“Yup,” you answered softly, your fingers grazing his arm one last time before you slipped out of bed. “This...can’t happen again.”

He sat up slowly, dragging a hand down his face. “I know,” he muttered. But something about the way he looked at you — like he wasn’t quite ready to leave yet — made you wonder if either of you really believed that.

“It was just one time,” you said firmly, as much for yourself as for him.

“One time,” Tee echoed, pulling his shirt over his head. He paused at the door, hand resting on the knob. “Ja’Marr’s still a dumbass, though.”

You laughed — a breathless, shaky sound — and nodded. “He definitely is.”

And when Tee finally left, the room felt too quiet, too empty — like something important had just walked out the door with him.

Running a hand over your face you sighed hearing the door close. You didn't know a lot, but you knew that Ja'Marr Anthony Chase was going to die.

Turns out, the one time thing turned into two times. And then another time. And then he texted you one night to come check out the new jellyfish he got and you ended up wearing nothing but his t-shirt after doing unspeakable things with him in the living room. He patted you on the back so you could sit up, "I'm grabbing you some water, you need some after all that." He giggles, kissing you on the forehead before heading to the fridge. Tee heads back over to you, handing you a bottle of water with a sigh.

"Thank you," you whisper, catching the blank look on his face. "What's on your mind? What are you thinking about?"

Tee leaned back against the couch, his eyes distant. "I'm thinking... maybe Ja'Marr isn't as dumb as we thought."

You blinked at him, bottle still in hand. "No," you said firmly, like you could will it into truth. "No, absolutely not."

"I mean..." He rubbed a hand over his face, clearly working through something. "I kept telling myself this was just fun, but..." He glanced at you, voice softer. "I think I'm falling for you."

Your breath caught in your throat, a mix of panic and warmth flooding you at the same time.

"I hate it," you whispered, but the words came out shaky. Then you kissed him, like that would erase everything, like it would keep things simple.

When you pulled back, Tee smiled—the kind that softened his whole face. "I don't hate it." His fingers traced lazy circles along your thigh. "But I'm not tryna hear Ja'Marr gloat about it either."

"Agreed." You grinned despite yourself. "We cannot let him know. He'll never let us live it down."

"Exactly."

For a moment, the room was quiet except for the hum of the fish tank. Tee's hand found yours, fingers threading together like they belonged there.

"So..." he started, his voice hesitant. "If I'm gonna be stuck falling for you, you wanna make it official? Like... boyfriend-girlfriend? Dates, flowers, anniversaries, real relationship shit."

"Wait..." You shook your head, still stunned. "You actually want to be with me? For real?"

"Yeah," Tee said simply, his fingers giving yours a reassuring squeeze. "I wanna be with you."

You couldn't fight the smile tugging at your lips. "I wanna be with you too."

Kissing Tee had always felt like an out-of-body experience, but kissing your boyfriend? There weren't enough words in the human dictionary to describe how it felt to find the person you knew was put on this Earth just for you.

"You know what we should do first?" You gave him a devious smile, knowing he'd already be intrigued.

"I'm all ears."

"We should play a little game with Ja'Marr," you said, your fingers tracing lazy circles on his arm. "Let him think he's wrong since he thought he was the smartest man alive setting us up like that. Call it, payback."

"You're so damn evil." Tee grinned, kissing you again. "I'm in."

Ja'Marr just made things so easy for you.

"I'm sorry okay. I thought y'all would get along. You're my people, he's my people. I just thought it would make sense." You heard his annoyed tone over the phone.

You sigh, laughing at him for multiple reasons, hearing Dej laughing at him too. "Now that it's over, what have we learned?"

He grumbles under his breath, "I was wrong."

"What was that?"

"I was wrong, damn!"

You nodded, basking in your victory for a few hours before Ja'Marr's get-together that night.

The air buzzed with laughter and music when you arrived at Ja'Marr's place. A mix of teammates, friends, and familiar faces filled the room, but it didn't take long for your eyes to land on Tee. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, flipping a poker chip between his fingers like he didn't have a care in the world. He hadn’t noticed you yet — or maybe he was pretending not to.

"You good?" Ja'Marr's voice pulled you back. He followed your gaze, and your stomach flipped as you realized what he might be thinking. "Don't worry," Ja'Marr grinned smugly. "He won't bother you. I told him you're off-limits now."

You choked back a laugh, forcing your best poker face. "Appreciate that."

You kept your distance for most of the night, playing cards and talking with Ja'Marr’s girlfriend. But you knew Tee was there — you could feel his eyes on you whenever you crossed the room. It was almost too easy to pretend like you weren’t aching to be near him.

Later, Ja'Marr got a little too caught up in a heated FIFA match, and you walked into one of the guest rooms to charge your phone. Minutes later, Tee followed.

"You're doing a good job ignoring me," he teased, voice low.

"I have to," you said with a smirk. "Ja'Marr’s convinced we're done."

"And you like rubbing it in his face." Tee chuckled, stepping closer. His hand grazed yours, fingers curling lightly around your pinky—a small touch, but enough to make your heart race.

"It's fun," you admitted with a grin. "Watching him think he's right when he's so wrong. Or when he's right and he thinks he's wrong. I don't know which one is funnier."

"What's not funny is how bad I wanna kiss you right now."

For a moment, you forgot where you were, forgot that Ja'Marr’s living room was just a few steps away. Tee’s eyes flicked down to your lips, and you knew if you didn’t pull away now, things were going to spiral.

"Get back out there please," you whispered, barely trusting your voice. "Before we get caught."

He smiled, but didn’t move right away. "Yeah...I'll see you at yours in 30 minutes."

Two days later, while you were spending the night at Tee's, Ja'Marr called. "Look, I don't know what you on tonight but meet me in an hour. Ghost Baby. Got somebody I want you to meet."

"Somebody you want me to meet?" Tee repeated, glancing at you sprawled across his couch in his hoodie, looking way too comfortable to leave.

"Yeah. She's cool as hell. Trust me."

"Man..." Tee dragged a hand down his face, stalling. "Alright. I'll pull up."

"Hot date?" You ask him, laughing as he hits you with a pillow, kissing you on the cheek so he can hop in the shower.

"You play too much, I'll see you in an hour. Two, max."

The man, your boyfriend, walks out the door to go on a date with some random woman and you can't help but laugh because at the end of the day he's coming home to you.

Later that evening, Tee found himself in a place he wasn’t sure he should be, sitting across from a woman he couldn’t even remember the name of.

He knew Ja'Marr introduced her when they walked in—something with an "A" maybe? Ashley? Amber? Alex? He wasn’t sure, but she was sitting way too close, practically glued to his side, her fingers constantly drifting to his knee like she was testing if it could move.

"So," she said, leaning in with a sugary smile. "Ja'Marr says you're really into movies."

"Yeah," Tee answered vaguely, reaching for his drink. "I love movies."

"Me too!" she gushed. "My favorite is Friday After Next."

His head snapped toward her so fast his neck almost cracked. "Friday After Next, huh?"

She nodded eagerly, her fingers sliding a little higher on his leg. Tee shifted away, pretending to reach for a napkin.

"That's funny," he muttered under his breath, barely hiding his suspicion. "Because that's my favorite movie."

"I know!" she giggled, giving Ja'Marr a look like she’d just hit the jackpot. "Ja'Marr told me."

Of course he did.

Tee tried to smile, but all he could think about was you sitting on his couch two weeks ago, stubborn as hell with your arms crossed over your chest.

"Bad Boys is way better," you had argued. "Funnier too."

"You're crazy!" Tee had shot back, nearly spilling his drink from laughing so hard. "Friday After Next is a classic. You can't compare the two."

"Yeah, well, just because it's your favorite doesn't make it the funniest," you teased. "I'm sorry, but Will and Martin have better chemistry."

"You really tryna get kicked out, huh?" he joked, pretending to reach for your keys on the table before you snatched them away, both of you giggling like idiots.

Tee blinked back to reality, snapping to attention as what’s-her-name burst into laughter beside him, hand still creeping up his thigh. He hadn't even said anything funny.

"Anyway," she said, voice syrupy sweet, "I was thinking maybe after this we could go somewhere quieter."

"Yeah... about that," Tee muttered, clearing his throat and setting his glass down. "I actually forgot I promised my neighbor I'd help him move some stuff tonight. Can’t leave him hangin'."

"Your neighbor?" Ja'Marr cut in, eyes narrowed in disbelief. "Man, ain't nobody moving furniture at 9 p.m."

"Nah, he's weird like that," Tee lied with a grin, sliding back his chair and tossing a few bills on the table. "Nice meeting you, though."

He practically bolted for the door, fingers dialing before he even made it to his car.

"Oh?" you answered, sounding smug. "That was faster than I thought."

"Well baby," Tee grinned, "you know your man is talented. I wanted to ask if you’re down to go for a little night drive?”

"I'll be ready in five," you said, and Tee could hear your smile through the phone.

Damn. He couldn’t wait to get home.

Twenty minutes later, you were parked in a quiet lot near your favorite sushi spot, your legs tucked up under you in the passenger seat, chopsticks in hand. The glow of the streetlight above flickered every so often, but Tee's car felt warm, safe.

“Bae…she laughed at everything I said. Every fuckin’ thing. I was getting a little scared for her laughbox, it must be broken or sum.”

You almost choked on your spicy salmon roll, “Tamaurice…”

“Nah baby, I was really concerned for ol girl. Couldn’t even tell you what her name was.”

“You don’t remember her name? Oh my god you like me! You REALLY like me.”

He groans, leaning his head back and covering his face as you place your hand on his, trying to peel his hand away so you can look him in the eyes. “I like you a lot,” he peaks through his fingers, “I’m really fucking happy with you.”

Tee puts his hands down, grabbing onto yours and kissing the palm of your hand before grabbing his food like his words didn’t just rearrange your brain chemistry.

"I don't get it," he said, pausing between bites. "How do you always know exactly what I need? Like...tonight, I couldn't stand bein' there. I just wanted to see you."

You smiled softly, but there was something else behind it — something warmer, deeper. "I don't know...I guess I just get you."

"Yeah...you do." Tee set his food down, shifting so he was facing you fully. His gaze softened. "I don't really...do this. Like, the whole opening up thing. Never really felt like I could."

"Me either," you admitted quietly. "It’s always been easier to keep people at arm’s length. But with you...it’s different."

"Yeah?" His voice was low, rougher than usual.

"Yeah," you whispered. "You make it easy."

Tee reached over, fingers sliding between yours. "I never thought I could...just be me, and that’d be enough for somebody. But you?" He let out a breathy laugh, like the weight of it all had been sitting heavy on his chest. "You make me feel like I can breathe."

"You can," you promised, squeezing his hand tightly. "You always can."

For a long moment, the world outside the car didn’t exist — no bullshit, no lies, no games. Just you and Tee, wrapped up in something real. Something safe. Something undeniable that you felt in your gut was going to last.

That feeling of peace didn’t last long. The hum of the city outside the car’s windows pulled him back to reality, and soon enough, Tee was back at the gym. The air inside was thick with the scent of sweat and stale air, a sign they’d been working out too long. Ja’Marr leaned against the wall, scrolling through his phone, while Tee and a couple of the other guys stretched on the mats, still catching their breath.

"Man," one of the guys groaned, pulling his knee to his chest, "I don't know how you talked me into that last set. My arms still shaking."

"That's why you gotta build that stamina," Tee said, tossing a towel over his shoulder. "You think we get open without putting in extra reps?"

"Exactly," Ja'Marr added, not even looking up from his phone. "I know y’all tryna get like me. Hard work pays off."

"You just like showing off," Tee shot back, grinning.

"Yeah? And you just like disappearing after workouts," Ja'Marr said, finally looking up. "Where you always rushing off to anyway? Running away like somebody chasin’ you."

"Man, nowhere important," Tee said, tying his shoe. "I just gotta... my girl be waiting on me sometimes."

The words hung in the air a second too long.

"Your what?" Ja'Marr's head snapped up, brow raised.

"My...uh... my neighbor's girl," Tee fumbled, scrambling for a save. "She works nights, so I keep an eye out when she gets home. She kinda nervous walking in alone."

"Mmmhmm," Ja'Marr said slowly, clearly not buying it. "Your neighbor's girl, huh? Funny how she got you canceling every date I set up for you."

"I ain't cancel every date," Tee argued.

"Bro," Ja'Marr laughed dryly. "You fake-moved furniture at nine o'clock last week."

"That man has a bad back," Tee said, fighting a grin. "I'm just being neighborly."

"Nah," Ja'Marr pointed at him, shaking his head. "I'm onto you."

"Ain't nothing to be onto," Tee shot back, but his voice cracked just enough to give him away.

Ja'Marr narrowed his eyes, but before he could press further, one of the guys spoke up, changing the subject. Tee exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

"You better hope Ja'Marr never finds out," one of the other guys muttered with a grin. "Man’s like a bloodhound."

Tee laughed under his breath, but his mind was already drifting — back to his place of yours, a movie marathon and hopefully having you for dessert.

Feeling like he was exactly where he needed to be a few days later, Tee was at his place with you, the two of you tangled up on his couch. Your head rested on his chest as his fingers lazily traced circles on your arm. It was peaceful, quiet — just the way you liked it.

"You know you don't have to keep lookin' at me like that," you murmured, peeking up at him.

"Like what?" He grinned, but you knew exactly what he was doing — watching you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. Like you were something he couldn't believe he had.

Before you could say anything else, a loud knock rattled Tee's front door.

"Yo, Tee! Open up!"

Both of you froze. "That's Ja'Marr," Tee muttered, sitting up. "I knew he was up to something."

"What do we do?" you whispered, already halfway off the couch. "Should I hide?"

"Nah," Tee shook his head. "We're not doin' this anymore."

He walked to the door, unlocking it with a calmness that surprised you. Ja'Marr stood there, arms crossed, eyebrows raised like he knew exactly what was happening. His gaze flicked past Tee, landing on you still sitting on the couch, wrapped in Tee’s hoodie.

"I knew it!" Ja'Marr shouted, pointing at you both. "I knew y'all were sneaking around! Man, I fuckin’ knew it!"

"Alright, alright," Tee laughed, stepping aside to let Ja'Marr in. "Yeah, we’ve been seeing each other. For a few weeks now."

"Damn, I knew it," Ja'Marr repeated, way too pleased with himself. "Y'all thought you were slick. I'm just mad I didn't catch you sooner."

"You're not... mad?" you asked, glancing between the two men.

"Mad?" Ja'Marr scoffed. "Girl, please. I'm just happy I was right. Told y'all you were perfect for each other." He clapped Tee on the back. "Proud of you brother man."

"Thank you, it’s been uh—really good,” Tee grinned at you.

Ja’Marr looks between you and Tee and smirks, letting out a dramatic sigh, “alright, I’m gone. I’ll let you lovebirds be, before I see something I really don’t wanna see,” he looks at his teammate before heading out the door, “you will tell me exactly how this happened from start to finish when I see you next.”

Tee laughs, putting his hand around your shoulders, “whatever bruh, just go home.”

With another small laugh, the door closes and your man pulls you in, laughing softly as he brushes a thumb over your cheek. "Guess he was right."

"We’re gonna be hearing about this until the day we die," you whispered, smiling as you leaned in.

"I know," Tee muttered against your lips before kissing you.

It was a kiss admitting defeat — a surrender to the fact that Ja'Marr Chase had been right all along. And yet, it was impossible to care when Tee was kissing you like this, warm and steady, like you were exactly where you belonged.

[jherbogf]

walked in

summary tee and y/n share an instant, electric attraction in an exclusive bar, which leads to an intense, tension-filled night… and him falling

pairing tee higgins x fem! reader

words 9k (ish)

author’s note fingering, dirty talk. i’m in love with him your honor.

inspired by walked in, mariah the scientist (ft. young thug)

The bar was dimly lit, expensive in that effortless way that didn’t need to scream money. Some rap song played under the hum of conversation, and the scent of aged whiskey and something faintly floral lingered in the air. It was the kind of place that catered to people who never checked price tags—exclusive, intimate, the perfect backdrop for something dangerous.

Tee Higgins had just walked in, dressed in all black, his presence drawing attention without him even trying. He wasn’t in the mood for crowds tonight, wasn’t looking for conversation. His friends had dragged him out of his house that night, and he couldn’t care less about the place he was in.

But then he saw her. And his interest perked up.

She was sitting at the bar, one leg crossed over the other, nursing a glass of red wine. The deep burgundy of her dress clung to her like a second skin, covering her front, long sleeved, but leaving her back almost entirely bare, the kind of thing that invited stares.

But it wasn’t just the dress. It was her. The way she carried herself—poised but untouchable. A woman who knew exactly what she was doing.

His eyes met hers.

And just like that, the air between them thickened.

She didn’t look away. He also didn’t.

Tee wasn’t sure how long they held each other’s gaze, but he felt it—something sharp, electric crawling up his spine. He should’ve looked away by now. Any other woman would’ve, just for a second, just to break the intensity.

But she didn’t.

She held his stare, faint smirk on her lips, almost amused, like she was daring him to look away first.

His fingers flexed against the side of his glass.

Seconds passed. More seconds passed.

A slow, knowing smile tugged at the corner of her lips, as if she’d already won something he didn’t even know he was competing for. She lifted her glass to her lips without breaking eye contact, the movement smooth, effortless.

Tee exhaled, jaw tightening.

He didn’t lose staring contests. But damn if she wasn’t making him work for it.

Then, finally, she turned—just slightly, just enough to take a slow sip of her wine, dismissing him like he hadn’t just felt her pull him in without a single word. Testing him.

Tee huffed out a quiet laugh before making his way over, his friends and grumpiness long forgotten, his confidence peaking.

The bartender had just placed another glass of wine in front of her when Tee leaned against the bar, behind her, close but not touching, voice low in her ear.

“You always stare at strangers like that?” His voice was low, smooth.

She lifted her glass without looking at him. “Only when they stare first.”

Tee smirked, amused. “Fair enough.” He was taking in her strong scent, it fit her perfectly, forcing him to close his eyes briefly.

She finally turned toward him, and up close, she was even worse—no, better. Dark lashes, lips painted in a shade of dark nude gloss that matched her in every way. Everything about her was deliberate.

“What are you drinking?” he asked lowly.

She tilted her head slightly, studying him. “You offering to buy my next one?”

Tee’s lips curved. His grumpiness was long gone, his focus solely on her. He didn’t café about anything else. How could he? “Depends. You sticking around?”

Her smile was slow, teasing. “Depends.”

“Damn”, he thought. He liked this game.

She lifted her glass to her lips, and his eyes followed the movement, the way her fingers wrapped around the stem, the way her perfectly lined lips wrapped around the rim of it. He was sure she knew exactly what she was doing when she delicately swiped a drop of wine from the corner of her mouth with her manicured finger.

“You got a name?” he asked, eyes clouded.

She considered him for a beat, then leaned in slightly, just enough for him to catch another wave of her perfume—something warm, intoxicating, it felt like she would ruin his life in the best way possible.

“I do,” she murmured. “But what’s the fun in giving it up so soon?”

Tee chuckled, shaking his head. “You always this difficult?”

“Only when it’s worth it.”

He looked down at her, entranced. Their eyes locked again, and the tension between them was palpable now, a slow burn that threatened to ignite.

She set her glass down, then turned her body fully toward him, one elbow resting on the bar. Her crossed legs too close to him, who was still standing, but now in front of her. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You’re Tee Higgins,” she said smoothly, as if she hadn’t just been toying with him minutes ago. “Wide receiver. Cincinnati’s golden boy.”

Tee lifted a brow, a smile on the corner of his lips. “You a fan?”

She shrugged one shoulder, her smile lazy. “I know the game.”

Something about the way she said it sent heat curling low in his stomach. He absolutely loved that she knew who he was. Even more that she didn’t let him get away with it.

“You here alone?” he asked.

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she let the silence stretch between them, like she enjoyed making him wait, eyes staring hard into his. Then, finally—

“Yes.”

His grip on his drink tightened slightly.

She leaned in again, just a little. “You?”

Tee nodded. “Yeah.”

The air between them shifted again, darker this time. Even more dangerous.

She glanced down at his hand on his glass, then back up at him, her eyes flickering with something unreadable.

“You always pick up women in bars like this?” she asked.

Tee smirked. He was loving this more than he should. “You always make men work this hard?”

She laughed, low and sweet. “Only the ones who can handle it.”

His tongue grazed his bottom lip as he exhaled, shaking his head. He was lost in her, chest heaving.

“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, looking down, one hand skimming his goatee, the other tightly gripping his drink.

She grinned. “Something wrong?”

“Yeah,” he admitted. “I think I just met my problem for the night.”

She tilted her head, considering him. “You sure it’s just for the night?”

Tee’s jaw flexed. Hard. He wasn’t. Not at all.

And from the way she was looking at him, he had a feeling she knew that, too. He had lost the contest, lost in her.

She took another sip of her wine, standing, too close to him, watching him over the rim of her glass, slow and deliberate.

Then, without warning, she leaned in close. Not enough to touch, but enough for him to feel the warmth of her breath against his skin.

“You’ve been staring all night. You gonna keep at it.. or are you gonna do something about it?”

Tee inhaled sharply.

His fingers twitched.

She didn’t move away. Didn’t blink. Her eyes kept boring into his.

The silence between them stretched so tight it could snap.

He set his drink down.

“I’m takin’ you outta here.”

A smile flickered across her lips, looking up at him. The words hung between them, thick with promise.

She didn’t hesitate. She simply slid off the small stairs of the bar, grabbed her clutch, and turned toward the exit. Tee followed right behind.

His hand found the small of her back as they stepped out into the cool Cincinnati night, the warmth of his touch searing through her dress. He didn’t dare moving his hand, consumed by her.

“Where to?” she murmured, turning to face him.

His eyes flicked all over her bare delicately tattooed back, slow and deliberate. “My place.”

Her brow lifted, teasing. “Confident, aren’t you?”

He smirked, eyes roaming her entire body. “Nah. Just don’t feel like sharing you with the city.”

A sleek black SUV pulled up. Tee opened the door, his gaze never leaving hers as she slid inside. The second the door shut, the air inside the car shifted. Thick. Heavy.

His thigh brushed against hers as he spread his legs wide, settling into the leather seat. The space felt smaller now, charged. He watched her, studied her, more like.

She let him.

Then, he leaned in, voice low, rough. "You knew what you were doing back there, didn't you?"

Her lips curled. "Back where?"

Tee chuckled, shaking his head, lips brushing her cheek, his hand pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "At the bar." His fingers skimmed across her bare back, down her body, finally ghosting along the hem of her dress. "Sitting there, staring me down like you wanted me to come claim you."

Her breath hitched, but she didn't look away, eyes clashing with his. "And what if I did?"

His grip on her thigh tightened, his desire growing by the second. "Then you got exactly what you wanted."

The ride to his place felt endless. The constant brush of his fingers on her thigh, every glance, every shift in his seat sent new waves of heat rolling through her.

By the time they stepped into his house, the air between them was electric.

She barely had time to take in the sleek, modern space before Tee was behind her, hands settling on her waist, breath warm against her ear.

“You been testing me all night,” he murmured, voice a deep rasp. “You like pushing me, don’t you?”

A slow smile spread its way in her lips. “Maybe. You seem to handle it well”.

He exhaled sharply, fingers tightening. “Yeah? Keep playing, see what happens.”

She turned in his grip, facing him fully. His stare was dark, full of restraint that wouldn’t last much longer.

And she loved it.

“Maybe I want to see what happens if I keep playing.” She stepped closer to him, her body fitting perfectly against his.

Tee’s gaze wandered up and down her body, his hands sliding up from her waist to her bare back, pulling her even closer. He couldn’t help but touch her, his fingers tracing a slow path up and down her skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

“You don’t even know me,” he said, his voice low and rough, “and you’re this eager to test me?”

Her hands found their way to the back of his neck, fingers skimming his buzzed nape lightly. She was close enough to feel the heat radiating from him, close enough to smell the strong, woody scent of his cologne.

She pressed her body against his, relishing the feel of his strong muscles against her soft curves, “Maybe I like taking risks,” she said, smirking, her voice a soft whisper, “especially when the prize is as attractive as you.”

His hands dipped lower, fingers tracing the curve of her hips, his grip firm and possessive. He pulled her flush against him, his breathing growing shallow as he took in every detail of her body.

He leaned in, his lips hovering just a tease away from hers, his eyes full of a heady mix of desire and challenge.

“I like risks too, baby,” he murmured, one hand curling around her waist, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh, “but you’re playing with fire.”

She smirked, undeterred by the warning. “I don’t mind getting burned.” Her hands moved to his chest, fingers running along the fabric of his shirt, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath.

She leaned in, her lips grazing the underside of his jaw, tasting the slight stubble on his chin. “Besides, I can handle a little heat.”

A low growl rumbled in Tee's chest as her lips moved against his skin, his restraint straining to its limits. His hand tightened on her waist, his fingers digging into her skin as he fought to keep control.

He turned his head, capturing her chin with his fingers, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, hungry, his voice rough as he spoke.

“Careful, baby,” he warned, his breath warm against her lips, “you keep pushing me, and I might just snap.”

She didn’t waver, her eyes locked on his, a challenge and a promise flickering within them.

“Snap?” she murmured, her voice low and sultry, “Or give me exactly what I want?”

She leaned a little closer, her breasts pressing against his chest, her fingers tracing a slow path up his shoulder to his neck.

Her lips were just a whisper away from his, her body arched against him, all but begging for him to cross that final line.

“Why not find out..?”

That was the last straw.

With a low growl, Tee grabbed her waist in a tight grip, pushing her backwards until she hit the wall behind her.

He pinned her against it, trapping her between the cold, hard surface and his hard, muscled body.

He was on her in an instant, his mouth hot and demanding as it claimed hers in a searing kiss. Her waist was still trapped in his grip, her body arching against him, chasing his mouth, completely at his mercy.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers, tasting, demanding. His body pressed fully against hers, his hips pinning her to the wall, his hands flying out to pin her wrists above her, his desire for her obvious and intense.

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck, nipping and licking at her skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

His grip on her wrists was still tight, his thumbs rubbing small circles on her pulse point. He bit gently at a sensitive spot on her neck, earning a gasp from her. He smirked against her skin, then moved lower, his mouth finding a path down her collarbone.

His fingers released her wrists, his hands trailing down her arms, over the curve of her hips, tracing every inch of her body like he was trying to commit it to memory.

His lips continued their trail, down her stomach, pausing briefly at the edge of her dress before continuing lower, down her thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. His hands were everywhere, touching, gripping, claiming as he knelt before her, his fingers slipping beneath her clothing, slowly lifting the hem.

He looked up at her, the intensity in his gaze making her shiver.

With a slow, deliberate move, he lifted her dress. His touch was a tease, a promise, as he pulled the material higher, revealing more of her bare thighs. He leaned forward, his lips pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the inner side of her thigh, tasting her skin. His hands moved up her legs, pushing the fabric higher, exposing more and more of her to his gaze. He continued his slow assault, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of heat as he moved further up, nipping and sucking at her skin. His hands were everywhere, gripping her legs, her hips, her waist, anchoring her in place as his mouth inched higher.

His breath was hot against her skin, his lips and tongue teasing and tantalizing, until he reached the edge of her panties, his mouth hovering just millimeters away.

He looked up at her, his eyes dark and feral, a wicked smirk on his lips. "You're shivering, baby. Are you cold?"

She was beyond words at this point, her body trembling with need, and he knew it. His hands slid up her legs, fingers hooking through the elastic of her panties and began pulling the material down.

"You're trembling," he repeated, his voice a low rasp, "but I know you're not cold. You know what you want, don't you?"

With a deliberate move, he took hold of her hips, moving her over to the first counter he could find, shifting her even close to the him, standing in between her legs. He lowered himself and lifted them, draping them over his shoulders, exposing her completely to his gaze.

“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice deep and rough. “Just like I imagined.”

He placed a gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh, nipping at the sensitive skin with his teeth. Slowly, he moved forward, his lips exploring, teasing, until he finally claimed his prize, as if he was a man starving. His mouth just as demanding as it had during their kiss, and she felt like all the breath had left her. His tongue flicked, teased, explored with a skill that left her trembling.

He held onto her thighs, his grip tight, keeping her in place as he licked and sucked, his mouth relentless, whispering sweet words to her. His hands were everywhere, tracing every inch of her, like he was mapping out his territory. “Taste so damn good, baby.” He’d whisper repeatedly.

She could feel her first high approaching, the coil in her stomach tightening with every flick of his tongue, chest tightening when he adds two fingers with no previous warning, instantly making her whine out. “Tee…”

“Hm, baby? Feels good?” He whispered, kissing the inside of her thigh, fingers relentless. He was entranced, lost in her, watching her. “C’mon sweetheart, let me have it”

She groans, mixed with a moan. His words take her impossibly close to the edge, her body on fire, shivering, one hand interlocking with his free one, holding on to it tightly as that familiar feeling on her spine starts showing up.

“That’s it, baby girl. C’mon.” He says, kissing the inside of one thigh of hers, adding one more finger inside her. “That’s three, baby. Such a good girl for me, huh?” He murmured, smirking, tongue going right back into assaulting her core.

“Jesus Christ.” She moans, hearing him, mind hazy.

“You knew exactly who I was leaving that with club with tonight huh? You know I’d take you outta there” He drags out, standing, hovering above her laid frame, fingers still expertly working her over. “But can you blame me, baby? When you’re such a good girl like this…” He murmurs, kissing her neck, whispering close to her ear. “How could I not make you mine?”

“God…” She huffs out, overwhelmed. His lips on her neck, his whispering, his words, they were too much for her. Her hand wraps around his nape, nails digging into it, her high just a push away from overtaking her.

“That’s mine, baby girl. I’ve earned it. Be a good girl for me and let me have my prize.” He whispers, all three fingers curling inside of her, feeling her core tighten around his fingers. “That’s it. Good girl.” He says lowly, smirking.

She lost. In that moment, she lost. She felt her high overflowing her, breathing ragged, huffing for air, his playboy smile against her neck, his chain dangling on it, his words, the way he was saying them. She was overwhelmed. “Fuck. God, Tee” She struggles to get the words out, legs shaking and weak, nails digging into his nape.

He smirks, taking her mouth again in a feverish kiss. “So fucking beautiful.” He says, removing his fingers from her core and sucking on them to the last drop, face centimeters away from hers, wet fingers holding her chin. “You wanna taste yourself? It’s like heaven baby.” He says, boyish smile on his face, taking her mouth again.

She kisses him through her weakness, tasting herself in the process and feeling another wave of pleasure soaring through her, her breath coming back slowly.

Tee lifts her body up the counter, so she’s directly eye to eye with him, his thumb tracing her lower lip, feeling like with every passing second, he was deeper into her spell.

“Better not let that weakness win, baby. I’m nowhere near done with you.” He said, more than happy to let her take over him completely.

[honeydippedfiction]

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#15. Sighing and pouting loudly because you haven't paid them any attention. & #30. Falling asleep within minutes of you playing with their hair or scratching their back.

Tee Higgins x black!femreader

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The television flickered quietly in the background, some rerun of a college game playing with the volume turned low. The living room was warm with early evening light, slanting in through the wide windows, casting soft golden bands across the hardwood floor. But none of it was enough to distract Tee Higgins from what he considered a grave injustice.

The sun had begun its slow descent behind the skyline, bleeding a soft, syrupy orange through the living room windows. It painted everything in a kind of sleepy glow—the oak coffee table, the framed photos on the wall, the curve of her collarbone as she sat with one leg folded underneath her. Her phone glowed in her hand, casting soft light on her face, the light brown undertones of her skin catching the sun in a way that Tee Higgins always thought looked like warm honey.

Tee watched her from the other end of the sectional, arms crossed over his chest like a scolded child, his long legs sprawled out, taking up way more space than necessary. The TV was on—ESPN muttering in the background—but it might as well have been on mute for all the attention either of them gave it. He sighed once.

Loud.

Then again. Louder.

He shifted, making a big show of adjusting the blanket, letting the leather couch groan under his weight. Nothing. No reaction. She just kept scrolling, eyebrows occasionally lifting at whatever she was reading, lips curving in the faintest smirk that wasn’t for him.

He waited.

Still nothing.

Across from him, nestled on the other end of the couch, his girlfriend remained unbothered, her attention fully claimed by whatever was on her phone. Her legs were tucked underneath her, one hand supporting her chin, the other casually scrolling. Her skin glowed in the amber light, rich and smooth like polished mahogany. Her natural curls were piled into a loose bun, a few strands hanging down the side of her cheek in a way that made Tee want to be mad at her for ignoring him and kiss her at the same time.

He sighed again—this time louder, more pitiful.

Still, not even a glance.

“Damn,” he muttered, shifting with the grace of a man twice his size who was trying very hard to make noise while pretending not to.

She blinked, maybe halfway aware of his antics, but didn’t look up. Not even a hum of acknowledgement.

Tee sighed again—this one dramatic enough that it almost echoed. He let his head fall back over the edge of the couch, arms hanging limply now in full surrender.

“I’m dying over here,” he mumbled.

“You’re not dying,” she replied, without glancing up.

“You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do.”

He sat up slightly, twisting toward her like she was the one being unreasonable. “You’re really gonna sit over there and ignore me like I’m not suffering in silence?”

There was a pause—just long enough to make him wonder if she was really about to ignore that too. Then she smirked without looking up.

She finally looked at him—just briefly—and then looked back down at her phone. “You weren’t silent, Tee. That was your third sigh in under two minutes.”

He scoffed. “That’s restraint. I could’ve been groaning since you picked up your phone.”

Now she rolled her eyes, lips twitching.

“You’re a grown man, Tee. You’ll survive ten minutes without being the center of attention.”

“But I’m suffering,” he groaned again, heavier this time, letting his head roll to the side like his neck had lost all strength. “You see me? I’m fading away right in front of you. I’m wasting away.”

She snorted. “You’re 6’4” and built like a truck. The only thing wasting is your self-control.”

He gave her a look—wide-eyed and hurt, like she’d just called him ugly on live TV.

“Wow. So cold,” he mumbled. “A man comes home after training camp, emotionally vulnerable, physically depleted—”

“You ran six routes and caught passes for 45 minutes,” she cut in, still not looking up.

“—and all he wants is his woman to love on him a little.”

“I do love on you. You just want constant praise. You’re like a golden retriever in cleats.”

“I’m a very handsome golden retriever, though.”

At that, she finally laughed, the sound light and rich, and it made Tee’s chest unclench just a bit. She shook her head and set her phone face down on the coffee table.

He pressed on. “You really gonna leave me like this? Lonely. Starving for affection.”

She set the phone down with a slow exhale, turning her full attention to him for the first time since she sat down. “You had two team trainers massaging you this morning. And a cold tub. And a nap. And protein pancakes.”

“None of that counts,” Tee shot back, folding his arms again. “That’s not the same as you scratching my back and telling me I’m your favorite human.”

“You are my favorite human,” she said, easing toward him now, amused despite herself. “But you’re also the most dramatic.”

“I learned it from you.”

“Boy, please.”

Tee grinned then, victorious in his small, petty battle. He watched as she slid closer, her warmth already sinking into the space between them. Her skin shimmered slightly in the last slants of sun, and her curls—loose and full and slightly wild—fell forward as she leaned in toward him.

She pushed the blanket aside and patted her lap. “Come on, you big baby.”

Tee didn’t hesitate. He curled toward her like a plant toward the sun, resting his head in her lap with a satisfied groan that made her laugh. “Finally,” he muttered. “Equilibrium restored.”

“Mmhm. You act like you didn’t get 112 receiving yards last week. You’re spoiled.”

“And sleepy,” he added, eyes already drooping. “I got hit like... three and a half times. That takes a toll.”

She chuckled, brushing his hair back gently from his forehead. He relaxed instantly, the tension in his shoulders easing under her touch. Her nails traced slow, looping paths down the center of his back, and she felt him exhale—deep and heavy, like his whole frame was deflating.

“Right there,” he murmured. “You know that spot.”

“I know all your spots,” she said, voice low, affectionate.

He smiled lazily but didn’t reply. The muscles in his face softened. She shifted a little to make him more comfortable, letting his full weight settle against her. One hand moved into his thick hair, her nails scratching gently along his scalp in slow, practiced rhythm. His body stilled completely.

Two minutes.

That was all it took.

She heard his breathing even out, slow and steady. The rise and fall of his chest was rhythmic now, peaceful. His mouth parted slightly, lips relaxed, and one large hand dangled limply off the edge of the couch like he’d melted entirely.

She tilted her head, watching him sleep. So much strength, all wrapped in softness now. Tee Higgins, who could bulldoze defenders and outrun nearly anyone in the league, was out cold in her lap because she scratched his scalp.

She ran her fingers through his curls once more, slower this time, her touch more tender than teasing now. There was something about watching him like this—unguarded, quiet, utterly at peace—that filled her chest in a way no words ever really could. It wasn’t just the attention he wanted. It was her. The presence. The closeness. The safety.

She leaned back against the cushions, letting the moment stretch. The TV played on, forgotten. Outside, the city began to dim, the sky bruising into deep indigo. But inside, the living room stayed golden and still, the kind of stillness that only came with love that was safe, rooted, and full of unspoken things.

Tee shifted once in his sleep, tucking his face slightly deeper into her thigh. She smiled.

“Big baby,” she whispered again, softer this time.

But she didn’t stop touching him. Didn’t stop running her fingers through his hair.

She wouldn’t.

Not for a while.

[joey-burrow]

Extension

Tee Higgins x Reader

Requested: No

Warnings: None.

You and Tee have been dating for 2 years. You’ve been nervous lately about this free agency going on. You’ve been praying that Tee would stay with the Bengals. You’ve honestly wouldn’t mind moving somewhere else wherever he went, but he seemed so happy with the Bengals and was afraid it would ruin his mood if he got traded somewhere else. Tee has been keeping you updated about everything that’s been going on but you haven’t heard anything from him for a while about it. You haven’t been on social media for a while to know what’s been going on.

“Babe, what’s going on about all this free agency stuff with you?” You asked nervously from the kitchen while getting ready to start making dinner.

“Please don’t kill me for not telling you earlier but” he paused, nervously laughing. “I signed 4 more years with the Bengals a couple days ago.” He said flinching a little while laughing from the living room.

“WHAT?” You yelled excitedly.

You ran to him and jumped in his arms. He caught you and spun you around.

“I’m so happy for you. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” You asked.

“I was trying to figure out the right way and time to tell you.” He said while putting you back down.

“Awe honey. We’ve been together for a while now, you could’ve just told me as soon as you got home from it but I do appreciate you doing that.” You said.

“I know but I just wanted it to be special since it’s a big deal. Gotta take care of my princess.” He said.

You blushed at his comment. He caressed your face, leaned in and gave you a long meaningful kiss.

“I love you. Now let’s go make dinner.” He said smiling while leading you to the kitchen.

“I love you too honey.” You said walking with him.

He went outside and cooked the steak on the grill while you were inside making the mashed potatoes and corn on the cob. When the food was done, you guys made your plate and sat down to eat. When you guys were done eating, you took your plates to the sink then went out on the deck to enjoy the nice weather.

When it got dark out, you both went back inside and took a shower together. When you both got out from washing each other in the shower, you both got into your pj’s and laid down in bed, cuddling while watching tv. You were drawing patterns on his chest while he was doing the same thing on your back until you both fell asleep. You ended the day very happy that he was staying with the Bengals.

[bengalverse]

By his side | Tee Higgins

summary — After a brutal game, Tee Higgins is left alone in the locker room—bruised, breathless, and trying to pretend he’s fine. But when Y/N, the team’s new personal trainer, finds him still sitting in the silence, what begins as a routine checkup quietly unfolds into something more. Beneath the pain, the stubbornness, and the weight of expectations, there’s a moment of honesty neither of them expected. Because sometimes, what hurts the most isn’t the injury—it’s learning to let someone stay.

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The night had been loud—roaring fans, pounding feet, electric lights slicing through the dark sky. Now, silence wrapped around the nearly empty locker room like a heavy, unseen fog.

Tee Higgins sat on the bench, his jersey damp, shoulder pads halfway peeled off. He winced as he moved his arm, pain shooting up through his side. His ribs felt like someone had wrapped barbed wire around them, and breathing came with a price. He hadn't told anyone how bad it hurt.

Just then, the door creaked open.

"You shouldn't still be here," came your voice—soft, tired, familiar.

Tee looked up, catching sight of you. Y/N, the trainer who had started with the Bengals just this season. He knew you didn't come to find anyone unless you were worried.

He gave you a half-hearted smirk. "Was just... catching my breath."

"Yeah?" You stepped closer, your expression somewhere between skeptical and concerned. "You've been catching it for forty-five minutes."

Tee looked away. He didn't like being seen like this—vulnerable, banged up, worn thin.

You crouched in front of him, setting your bag down beside you. "Take off your jersey."

He hesitated, but the look in your eyes was firm. Not cruel. Not pushy. But certain.

So he peeled off the jersey with a grunt, revealing the deep bruise blooming across his ribs. You inhaled sharply.

"I told you I was fine," he mumbled, leaning forward.

"That," you said, pointing at the swelling, "is not fine. That's likely a cracked rib."

"I've had worse."

"Not the point."

Your fingers reached out, hovering above his side, waiting for permission. He gave a small nod.

When your hand finally touched him, he flinched. "Damn."

"Stop moving around," you said immediately, your voice low but sharp. "You'll make it worse."

He froze, biting back another sound of pain.

Your hand moved more gently now, trained and sure. "Why didn't you tell anyone after the hit?"

Tee exhaled through his nose. "Didn't want out. We needed the yards."

"You can't carry a team if you're broken."

"Someone has to."

The silence that followed was heavier than anything either of you had carried all night.

You hated seeing him like this—shoulders tense, pain buried under performance. He was always the one laughing on the sidelines, picking up rookies, leading with quiet strength. But now...

"You always do that," you said quietly.

"Do what?"

"Put yourself last."

He didn't answer. You weren't sure if it was because he disagreed—or because you were right.

You reached into your bag and pulled out a cold pack. "Lean back."

He did, letting you press it gently to his ribs. He hissed but stayed still this time.

"I've seen this before," you said after a beat. "Players pushing through pain. Pretending it's not there."

"It's part of the job."

"No, it's part of the culture. Doesn't mean it's healthy."

Tee chuckled bitterly. "If I stopped every time something hurt, I'd be benched half the season."

You raised an eyebrow. "So you'd rather play broken?"

"Yeah," he said, meeting your gaze. "Because playing broken still means I'm playing."

That silence came again, but this time, it wasn't heavy—it was sharp. It cut.

You looked down at his side again, the black-blue discoloration spreading like spilled ink. You adjusted the ice slightly.

"Does it hurt to breathe?"

"A little."

"Then it's worse than you think."

"Still worth it."

You didn't realize how tight your grip had gotten on the cold pack until Tee flinched again.

You pulled back, shaking your head. "You're so stubborn."

He smiled, only a little. "You keep showing up, though."

You looked up, and something in his voice stopped you. It wasn't cocky. It wasn't teasing.

It was... honest.

"You think I wouldn't?" you asked, searching his face.

"I don't know," he said. "Some people don't stay when they see you hurt."

You swallowed, hard. That hit too close to home—for both of you.

"I'm not 'some people,'" you replied softly. "And you know that."

His eyes met yours again, and this time, there was no barrier. No act. Just fatigue, and pain, and something raw.

"You scared me tonight," you admitted. "When you went down in the third quarter. You didn't get up right away."

"I couldn't breathe," he said. "Felt like someone had crushed my chest."

You closed your eyes briefly, that image slicing through your memory like a knife. You'd been on the sideline, clutching your medical bag, your heart slamming against your ribs.

"I thought you were down for good."

"So did I," he whispered.

When you opened your eyes again, he was still watching you.

"You didn't have to come here," he said. "Most trainers clock out the second the game ends."

"Yeah, well," you replied, giving him a small smile. "Most trainers aren't me."

A pause.

"Good," he said, almost inaudible. "I don't want anyone else."

The air between you shifted. It was subtle—but unmistakable.

You cleared your throat, trying to ground yourself. "Okay, um... I need to tape this up. You'll need scans tomorrow. And you're not practicing this week."

"I can't just sit—"

"I'll go straight to Coach. Don't test me, Higgins."

He huffed a breath. "Fine. One week."

You moved carefully, wrapping gauze and support tape across his ribs, fingers brushing bare skin. Neither of you spoke for a while. The tension had changed. Not gone—but deeper now. Quieter.

"Y/N," he said suddenly.

You looked up.

"Thanks... for coming back."

You tilted your head. "Of course I came back."

"No," he said. "I mean it. Every time."

You understood then. He wasn't just talking about tonight.

Not the locker room.

Not the game.

He meant every time he had to put himself back together—emotionally, physically—and you'd been there. In ways others hadn't been.

"I'll keep coming back," you said, steady and sure. "Even if you keep pretending you don't need anyone."

"I don't pretend," he said.

"Okay," you replied with a quiet smile. "Then stop flinching when I touch the parts that hurt."

That shut him up.

You finished wrapping the last strip, smoothing the tape gently with your palm.

"There," you said. "Still hurts, but at least you won't make it worse... unless you do something stupid.

He gave you that crooked grin again. "Define stupid."

"Anything involving a football before your X-rays come back."

He groaned, leaning back against the bench. "You're the worst."

"Yeah, well, I'm the worst who keeps you breathing."

That earned a real laugh—short, careful, but real.

You stood, gathering your things, but paused before turning away.

"Need help getting to your car?"

He hesitated. "Can I ask for something else?"

You glanced back. "What?"

Tee looked down for a second, almost sheepish. "Just... sit for a minute?"

You blinked, surprised

"Of course," you said softly.

You sat beside him on the bench, close but not touching. For a while, neither of you said anything. You just breathed—slowly, quietly, together.

The noise of the world could wait.

Here, in this quiet space of bruised ribs and unspoken things, Tee Higgins wasn't a star or a warrior or a wide receiver.

He was just a man. Hurting.

And you were just Y/N.

Still here.

Still staying.

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⟢ ┈ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | nothing but fluff!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄, one hand steady on the wheel, the other resting lazily on the console between you. Hayes was securely strapped into his car seat in the back, his tiny fists waving in the air like he was orchestrating a symphony.

"You sure we’ve got everything?" Joe asked, glancing at you as you double-checked the baby bag for the third time.

"Diapers, wipes, formula, bottles, extra clothes, his favorite blanket," you listed off, zipping the bag shut with a decisive tug. "Yep, I think we’re good. Unless Hayes has something catastrophic planned, but let’s pray he doesn’t."

Joe chuckled under his breath. “He’s my kid. Odds aren’t great.”

You shot him a playful glare, leaning back in your seat. “Well, let’s hope he takes after me in the ‘not causing chaos’ department.”

The spring sun streamed through the windows, the light dancing over Joe’s profile. He wore a casual hoodie and a cap pulled low, but the little flickers of excitement in his eyes gave him away. Despite his laid-back demeanor, you knew he was looking forward to this.

It wasn’t just any gathering—it was the first time Joe’s teammates would be meeting Hayes, and Ja’Marr had insisted on hosting a little welcome-baby party at his place. You could already picture the chaos waiting for you there, with half the Bengals ready to turn a simple gathering into an impromptu celebration.

“I bet Ja’Marr has some wild decorations,” you said, watching the scenery pass outside.

“Guaranteed,” Joe replied with a smirk. “He texted me a picture of a balloon arch at like 2 a.m. last night.”

You laughed, imagining Ja’Marr staying up late to perfect the setup. “Well, at least he’s taking his duties as ‘honorary uncle’ seriously.”

The drive passed quickly, and before you knew it, Joe was pulling into Ja’Marr’s driveway, which was lined with cars and a few oversized SUVs that you recognized as belonging to other players. Sure enough, there was a massive balloon arch at the entrance, spelling out Welcome Baby Hayes! in bold, glittering letters.

“Subtle,” Joe muttered, grinning as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

You glanced back at Hayes, who was wide-eyed and babbling nonsense to his stuffed tiger. “Alright, baby boy,” you said softly. “Let’s go meet Dad’s other family.”

Joe grabbed the baby bag while you carefully lifted Hayes out of his car seat, holding him close as the two of you walked up to the door. The second you stepped inside, the noise hit—a chorus of cheers and shouts greeting you like a wave.

“There he is!”

“Joey B and Baby B!”

“Look at this little guy!”

The Bengals were in full force, a mix of giant smiles, loud voices, and open arms. Ja’Marr was the first to approach, grinning ear to ear as he took in the sight of Hayes.

“Man, he’s even smaller than I thought,” Ja’Marr said, bending down slightly to get a better look. “What’s up, little guy? I’m your Uncle Ja’Marr. You’re gonna hear a lot about me.”

Hayes blinked at him, his tiny face scrunching up like he wasn’t sure how to feel about the towering man in front of him.

“Give him some space, Chase,” Tee Higgins joked, nudging Ja’Marr aside. “You’re probably scaring the poor kid.”

“Scaring him?” Ja’Marr shot back, feigning offense. “I’m the most likable guy in the room.”

You laughed, adjusting Hayes in your arms as Joe stepped in beside you, offering nods and grins to his teammates. “He’s already used to noise, trust me,” you said.

As the party got underway, the team took turns fawning over Hayes. Sam Hubbard tried to cradle him like a football, earning a sharp “don’t even think about it” from you, while Evan McPherson made Hayes giggle with a silly face. Even the usually stoic players softened around your baby, their towering frames and booming voices taking on a gentle edge.

“He’s got your baby blues,” Tyler Boyd remarked to Joe, who had settled next to you on the couch, looking proud and a little overwhelmed by all the attention.

“Yeah,” Joe said, glancing at Hayes with a faint smile. “He’s a good mix of both of us, though.”

You smiled, leaning into Joe’s side as Hayes cooed and wiggled in your lap. It was chaos, sure, but the good kind—the kind that made you feel surrounded by love and warmth.

The party buzzed on, filled with warm chatter and soft laughter, but Joe’s focus never wavered. Hayes had become the star of the show, passed around like a delicate treasure as each of Joe’s teammates clamored for a turn to hold him.

“Alright, my turn,” Tee Higgins declared, holding out his arms.

You glanced at Joe, who was standing just a few steps away, his shoulders tense as if Hayes might suddenly sprout wings and fly out of someone’s grip.

Tee chuckled. “Relax, man. I’ve got nieces and nephews. I know what I’m doing.”

Joe hesitated, his jaw tightening before he finally nodded. “Just… make sure his head’s supported.”

“Got it, Dad,” Tee replied with a teasing grin. He carefully scooped Hayes out of your arms, holding him securely. “See? No problem.”

Joe crossed his arms, his eyes glued to Hayes like a hawk watching its prey. His lips pressed into a thin line every time Hayes wiggled or let out a tiny noise.

“You’re gonna burn a hole into Tee’s face if you keep staring like that,” you whispered to Joe, nudging him lightly.

“He’s fine,” Joe muttered, though his feet shifted as if he were ready to lunge at any moment.

Ja’Marr sidled up beside him, clapping him on the back. “Man, you’ve gotta chill. Hayes is cool. Tee’s not gonna drop him.”

“Yeah, I know,” Joe replied quickly. But his body language said otherwise, every muscle taut as he watched Tee sway gently with Hayes, making goofy faces that earned a few soft coos from the baby.

As the night went on, each teammate took their turn. Evan, with his steady kicker’s hands, rocked Hayes expertly, drawing a rare smile from Joe. Even the defensive linemen, whose hands were more accustomed to crushing quarterbacks than cradling babies, handled Hayes with surprising gentleness.

Sam leaned down to whisper something to Hayes, his voice soft but gruff. “Alright, little guy. In a few years, we’ll get you in pads, yeah?”

“Over my dead body,” Joe shot back, his voice sharp enough to draw a laugh from the room.

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched Joe. His protectiveness wasn’t new, but seeing it in action with Hayes added a new layer to the man you already loved. There was something endearing about the way he hovered, his eyes darting from one set of hands to the next, his whole demeanor a mixture of pride and quiet panic.

Finally, Ja’Marr got his turn, holding Hayes with a confidence that rivaled Joe’s own. “See? This is how you do it,” he said, rocking Hayes like a natural.

Joe didn’t respond, but his eyes stayed locked on Hayes, his lips twitching every time the baby shifted.

“Alright, alright,” Ja’Marr teased, handing Hayes back to you. “Before Joey B has a heart attack.”

Joe exhaled audibly as Hayes was safely returned to your arms. He stepped closer, his hand brushing against Hayes’s back as if to reassure himself.

“He was fine, you know,” you said softly, smiling up at him.

“I know,” Joe murmured, his hand lingering. “But he’s… I just don’t like being too far from him.”

Your heart softened at his words, and you leaned into his side, letting Hayes settle comfortably between you.

“Welcome to fatherhood,” you said with a grin.

Joe finally relaxed, his arm draping over your shoulders as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Yeah,” he said quietly, his gaze still on Hayes. “I think I’m getting the hang of it.”

[kinzis-writing]

Christmas Surprises | Tee Higgins

Blogmas Day One: Tee Higgins x Reader

Summary: Y/N was hoping to spend Christmas with Tee, but he was flying to his hometown and she would be staying in Ohio. Unless her family had other plans.

Warning(s): mentions of big family, written in "your" context, tee x you.

This is short and I apologize, I have been busy with finals this week and next. I will try to make the next ones longer!

The snow fell down in the city of Cincinatti, the Christmas Eve dinner around the Y/L/N's house made the house smell of turkey and Ham. Originally, you had planned to cook dinner at your house so you could invite Tee's mother (and other family) and your family. It was easier to have dinner with everyone at Christmas time than traveling to many different locations. You and Tee were going to let his family crash with you all and celebrate in Ohio instead of flying down to Tennessee.

Unfortunately, Y/N was in Cincinatti with her family and Tee had flown down to Tennessee to spend it with his mother. She had hoped that they would spend Christmas together and in their shared home, but she knew that it was unlikely to be able to see him before the 27th of December.

"Y/N!" Your aunt called as she walked up to where you were helping your family member cook. "Where's that handsome man of yours?"

You gave her a smile, but the question still made you yearn for your man more. "He's spending Christmas in Tennessee this year, it's where his family is."

"I'm sorry, dear. He still treat you well though?" She asked.

You nodded with a soft smile, "Yes, he's perfect." you promised before excusing yourself to cool off on the back porch. All the family members in the medium sized house, cooking, and talk of your boyfriend made you feel closed in. It was clear to you and anyone that knew you, how much you loved him. You had never loved anyone the way or as much as you have loved him.

After taking some time to cool off and clear your head, you went back in to help finish the cooking. The faster the food got done, the faster everyone ate, and the night would carry on. Hopefully you could get your mind off of your boyfriend for a few hours and not think about how much you miss him.

"I think we're ready to eat." Your mother spoke as she laid her Christmas plates and silverware out. She was a very proper person, always have certain table sets for certain occasions. Right as the kids started getting their plates the doorbell rang, "Oh, honey!" your mother spoke as you were helping your niece/nephew get a plate of food. "Can you answer the door, I invited some friends over as well." your mother explained as she took the kids plate from you.

"Sure." you smiled softly as you made your way through the crowd of family and towards the front door. You pulled the door open, doing a double take as you opened the door. Your eyes widened as you felt your jaw drop and tears come to your eyes. "Oh, My." You started at a loss for words.

"As much as I would love to let you gawk at me, it's cold." Tee mumbled as he gently walked you backwards so him and his mother could enter your family's house. "Merry Christmas baby." he mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you and gave you a squeeze.

"You're here." You spoke in disbelief that your boyfriend had somehow pulled off bringing him mom to Ohio and surprising you. Your arms wrapped around him so fast once your shock wore off. "This is the best gift ever." You whispered to yourself as you refused to let him go for a moment.

"Your momma invited me." Tee's mother spoke up as you turned to face her. You gave her a warm smile before greeting her and moving away from Tee to give her a quick hug. "I figured you'd want my son on this holiday." she finished with a smile before walking towards the kitchen to go meet your mother and the rest of your family.

Nothing could wipe the grin from your face as you stayed in front of your long-term boyfriend. "I cannot believe that you did this." You spoke in honesty. Usually, Tee sucked at surprising you. So that was the main reason you were shocked.

"It was all your momma." Tee shrugged as he slung an arm over your shoulder and led you to the kitchen where the food was waiting for you two.

Dinner was great, with everyone getting to know Tee's mother and getting to know your boyfriend better. He got to bond even more with your nieces and nephews, which they loved to have another person interested in what they liked. After eating, you helped your mother clean the kitchen and do the dishes. During this time, you made sure that she knew how thankful you were for her inviting Tee and his mother, also the fact that you hoped she understood how much it truly meant to you.

Your family loved Tee and you thought and hoped that his family loved you as well. Because you would do anything for that boy, even up and moving if something happened and he did not stay in Cincinatti. After helping the house get cleaned and calming the kids down, it was time for presents.

"I'm sorry that I left yours at our home." You told him full of remorse, you hated that Tee didn't have your gift for him to open right now. "I thought you were in Tennessee, and I didn't want to see it under the tree, so..." you trailed off so he would know how sorry you were and the reason why you did not bring the gift with you.

"It's fine." Tee shrugged it off before placing a kiss on your forehead and helping your mother hand out the presents that was under the tree. The kids had more than everyone else, but it was always how your mother had done Christmas. "Here babe." he got your attention and handed you two presents, which you sat down knowing that they were from your family.

Your mother ended up handing Tee's mother three presents just for her and three for Tee. It was common for your mom to buy everyone joining three gifts a piece and then give the kids at least five a piece. It was how your family had always done Christmas and it was a tradition that they wouldn't change unless they absolutely had too.

It didn't take the kids long to tear into their presents and start playing with whatever they had gotten. The rest of your family was exchanging thanks, your mother and Tee's conversing over who knows what, and just overall having a good night. It was just the way you thought it should be. Of course, some of Tee's family was missing but it was as perfect as it could be.

"What's this?" You questioned when Tee handed you a small wrapped box. You looked at him, not knowing if you should open it or not. Simply because you had forgotten his gift.

"Part of your gift." Tee shrugged as he kept a smile on his face. "Open it." he urged.

You hesitated for a moment before carefully opening the wrapping paper and then opening the box. The box contained an ornament that read, "Tee and Y/N, engaged 12-24-23" Your eyes widen a bit at the ring in a box ornament and looked up from the box to notice Tee on one knee in front of you. All the eyes of your family were on the two of you.

"Y/N, since I have known you, I have known that you were a special piece of me. You complete me and I hope that you will agree to marry me. I love you so much and there is no one else that I would rather have by my side. No matter where the coming minutes, days, months, years, and football seasons take me. I know that you'll be a constant in my life. Will you please do me the honor of marrying me and becoming Mrs. Higgins?"

"Yes, of course." You whispered as you started nodding your head because of the tears that spilled down your cheeks. Tee slipped the beautiful ring on your finger before standing up and pulling you into a hug. "I love you so much, I cannot wait to spend forever with you."

It was safe to say that this year's Christmas was full of surprises and you were ending the year the happiest you have ever been.

[v6quewrlds]

ALL MINE, TEE HIGGINS.

pairing⠀⁎⠀tee higgins x ex!reader. word count⠀⁎⠀7.4k.

summary⠀⁎⠀two years ago, you thought you had left tee higgins in the past. both ja'marr and tee's mother have been waiting to bring you back into the loop, by any means necessary.

author's note⠀⁎⠀i think i've written and rewritten this fic at least 4 times in the last two months. pls suspend your disbelief and imagine car sex isn't a semi-miserable experience. lost the original request for this but sorry it took me forever, here it is <3 warnings⠀⁎⠀18+ mdni, smut, jealous!tee, mama tee & ja'marr meddling, forced proximity trope, car sex, fingering, male masturbation, oral sex (m. receiving), facial lol, feelings, etc.

You took your seat, balancing your nachos in one hand and your soda in another. You couldn't believe you had agreed to come to the game tonight. The stadium lights reflected off the field, creating a kaleidoscope of color against the night sky. The roar of the crowd washed over you like a wave of nostalgia, a stark contrast to the quiet solace of your usual Sunday nights at home. You had hoped the distance between you and the game would be enough to keep you from seeing Tee, but the universe had a twisted sense of humor.

When Ja'Marr had bribed you with free tickets and the promise of seeing your hard work on his shoulder in action from the VIP suite, you had felt a flutter of excitement. It was the kind of experience you had always dreamed of, a chance to see the game you loved from a perspective most fans could only envy. But the moment you walked in and saw Tee's mother, your heart had sunk. You knew that look in her eye, the one that said she'd been waiting for this moment for nearly two years.

You knew Tee and Ja'Marr were extremely close, but you hadn't anticipated their families sharing a suite for the season - an oversight on your part that had led you straight into the lion's den. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the awkwardness to come. Tee's mother, gave you a knowing smile - one that mirrored Tee's - and a wink that made your heart race.

"Is that who I think it is?" You heard Tee's mother wonder out loud as you approached the suite. Your heart skipped a beat. You had hoped you could fly under the radar, but you should have known better. Tee's mother was sharp, and she hadn't missed a beat when it came to her son's love life.

You had met Tee's mother twice before, both times ending in an unspoken promise that you would help her son get his life in check. Now, as the woman's gaze fell on you, you felt a strange mix of dread and comfort. She was the kind of person who didn't miss a beat, and she wasn't about to let you slip away without making her intentions known. She wanted you back with Tee, and she wasn't afraid to play Cupid.

"I'm so happy you made it," Tee's mother said, her voice warm and welcoming despite the tension in the air. "It's so good to see you, baby." The Southern warmth enveloped you. You forced a smile, your eyes glancing at the field where Tee was warming up with his team.

"It's nice to see you too," you managed to say, your voice tight. You knew that the woman's welcoming tone was a loaded one, filled with expectations and hopes for a reunion you weren't quite ready to entertain.

Tee's mother leaned in, whispering in your ear. "You look gorgeous, darling. Tee's so hard-headed, but I know he'll be happy to see you." You felt a warmth creep up your neck as you took a sip of your soda, hoping the cool liquid would calm the storm brewing inside you. You knew that you had to be as normal as you could muster, especially considering the circumstances of your breakup with Tee. But as you watched Tee on the field, your thoughts drifted to those passionate nights the two of you had shared, and you couldn't help but wonder if there was still something there.

The game kicked off, and you found yourself lost in the excitement of the plays, the cheers of the crowd, and the occasional glance at Tee, his muscles rippling as he sprinted across the field. Every time he caught a pass, celebrated with his teammates, or flashed that million-dollar smile, you felt a twinge of something you had been trying so hard to bury. You focused on Ja'Marr's performance, nodding with professional pride at each catch and cringing at each hit he took.

The game ended just as explosively as it had started, with the Bengals claiming victory. The suite erupted into a roar of cheers and laughter, and you found yourself being swept up in the excitement despite your apprehension about seeing Tee. As the families began to filter out of the suite and into the hallway leading to the players' exit, you tried to hide behind Ja'Marr's parents, hoping to go under the radar just until you could congratulate him. But fate had other plans.

As the players began to pour out of the locker room to greet their families, you were quickly spotted by various team members who had become familiar faces at your clinic. They greeted you with smiles and updates on their recoveries, making small talk that you returned with genuine enthusiasm.

Tee stepped out of the locker room, standing head and shoulders above the vast majority of the crowd. His eyes scanned the hallway, looking for his mother and Ja'Marr's family. The sight of your signature sleek jet-black hair tucked between the sea of heads stopped him in his tracks. The jean shorts and jersey you had worn teasingly hid your curves in a way that had his thoughts drifting to the nights the two of you had spent together. He felt the heat of his shock and desire mingling, unsure which would win out.

A hand clapped down on his shoulder as he stood frozen in his spot. Ja'Marr's laugh only seemed to push his irritation further as he watched you interact with his teammates, all smiles and gentle touches that made his blood boil. "You can thank me later," he said, a smug smirk playing across his lips as he stepped in front of Tee to greet his family. Tee's mother pulled Ja'Marr in for a quick hug, whispering, "It's about time you got her down here, good job," before releasing him and turning her attention to her brooding, silent son.

The tension in the air was palpable as you and Tee locked eyes over his mother's shoulder. He couldn't read the emotions playing out on your face, but he knew you were just as annoyed as he was. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself before he made a scene. He didn't know what to say to you, didn't know how to act with you so close to him. The last thing he wanted was to ruin the victory night for everyone with your personal drama.

Ja'Marr reached you before Tee could say a word, pulling you into a warm hug and breaking your eye contact with Tee. "Thanks for everything," he said, sincerity in his voice. "Couldn't have done it without you." The other stray players nodded in agreement, sharing their appreciation for your work. Tee felt his jaw clench, the jealousy bubbling to the surface as he watched you laugh and joke with the men he shared a locker room with.

But as the crowd thinned and the congratulations grew quieter, you turned to leave, your eyes avoiding Tee's gaze. You didn't want to deal with this, not now, not here. Tee's mother, ever the opportunist, called out to you. "How are you getting home, sweetheart?" She feigned innocence.

Your eyes snapped to hers, a silent plea to convince her to ease the pressure. "I'm all good. I didn't want to deal with the parking headache so I ubered over. I'll just order one to get home," you replied, hoping to keep the conversation moving.

Tee's mother, however, had other plans.

"Why don't you let Tee take you home," Tee's mother said, her voice a blend of sweetness and command that left you with little room to argue. To make matters worse, Tee nodded, seeing an opening and taking it without question.

"Yeah, you still live at the same place?" Tee asked, his voice low and gruff. You nodded, unable to hide the irritation in your eyes. You didn't want to be here, didn't want to deal with this, but you had no escape. Tee's mother had set the stage, and now you had to play the part.

"Good," he said decisively, leaving you no room to argue. "I'll take you."

The walk to Tee's car was a silent battle of wills, with each step echoing the unspoken tension that had grown between the two of you. You felt a storm of emotions brewing, a tornado of anger and desire that you hadn't felt since the last time you were together. You were torn between pushing him away and throwing yourself into his arms, but you knew the latter was a dangerous path you couldn't afford to take.

As you approached the sleek black sports car, you could see his eyes scanning the parking lot, looking for any sign of recognition or potential interested eyes. It had always been like this with Tee, a constant dance of public and private personas. You knew the weight of being a public figure's girlfriend - or fuck buddy - all too well, and you weren't sure if you wanted to step back into that world again.

But as the two of you climbed into the car and the door shut behind them, the outside world faded away. The leather seats were perfectly pristine, and the scent of his cologne filled the space, a heady mix that was both comforting and infuriating. You sat in silence, jaws set and tense. You were the first to break it.

"Why'd you say that?" you spat out, your eyes on the floor mat as you fidgeted with the zipper of your purse. "Why would you put me in that situation in front of everyone?"

Tee's grip tightened on the steering wheel, his head shaking, already rejecting your frustration. "What situation? You looked like you was having the time of your life flirting with my teammates," he shot back, the edge in his voice betraying his own jealousy.

"Flirting? I was talking to my patients," you retorted, your voice rising slightly. "But that's always your go-to, isn't it? Accuse me of shit when you know damn well I'm just doing my job." You glanced up at him, your eyes flashing with anger.

Tee met your gaze in the mirror, his jaw tight. "And what about you wearing my boy's jersey?" He gestured towards you, the frustration in his voice palpable. "That's not sending a message?"

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. "Tee, it is just a jersey. And last time I checked, I can wear whatever the hell I want." The words hung in the air, charged with the electricity of your unresolved feelings.

"Yeah, but why his?" Tee countered, his voice thick with irritation. He started the engine and pulled out of the garage, the tires squealing slightly as he hit the gas. The darkness of the night outside the car mirrored the tumultuous emotions inside.

"It's not just about the jersey, Tee," you sighed, your voice filled with a mix of frustration and longing. "It's about respecting me as a person. You don't own me. I can't believe we're even having this conversation."

Tee clenched his teeth, feeling his blood pressure rise. "You're right, I don't own you," he said, his eyes never leaving the road ahead. "But you know damn well that ain't what this is about." His hand reached over and rested on your thigh, his thumb making slow, deliberate circles.

You felt a shiver run through your body despite the warmth of his touch. "Then what is it about?" you asked, your hand hesitating before pushing his hand away. You shifted in your seat, crossing your arms tightly.

Tee's hand hovered over your thigh for a moment before retreating. He took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts. "It's about... us. And how we always seem to end up in the same fucked up situation." He paused, glancing over at you before continuing. "It's about how every time I see you, I want to love on you so badly it hurts."

Your eyes searched his profile in the dim car light, the glow of passing streetlights casting shadows on his sharp features. "And what about when you don't see me?" you challenged, your voice laced with bitterness. "You still get to fuck on whoever you want, whenever you want. But the second I try to live my life, you act like I'm the one who's wrong."

Tee's eyes never left the road, groaning in response to your argument. "You think it's easy for me?" he bit back. "You think I don't miss you every fucking day? That I don't lay in bed at night thinking about you?" His voice grew softer, the anger momentarily subsiding. "But every time we talk, it's the same shit. You push me away, and I don't know how to fix it."

You stared at your hands in your lap, the weight of his words pressing down on your chest. You had missed him too, but you weren't about to admit that. Not now. Not when you had worked so hard to move on. "You can't fix it if you don't know what's broken," you murmured, your voice barely audible over the hum of the car's engine.

Tee sighed. "Then tell me. Tell me what the fuck I did wrong, because I've been playing this shit on repeat in my head for two years, and I can't figure it out." His frustration was clear, but so was the desperation in his voice.

You turned to face him, your eyes searching his for a moment before you spoke. "You didn't do just one thing wrong, Tee. It's like you never knew how to just be with me without all the drama and the games. And when we tried to get serious, you just... you just didn't get it."

Tee's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "Get what?" he asked, his voice tight.

You let out a long, exasperated sigh. "You didn't get that I needed more than just... this," you said, gesturing between the two of you. "I needed someone who could handle being with me without all the bullshit, without treating me like a fucking trophy to show off to your boys. I just wanted you to be able to chill the fuck out around me."

Tee remained silent, his eyes focused on the road as he digested your words. The silence grew heavier, each passing second feeling like an eternity. Finally, he spoke. "I know I fucked up. But you gotta know that when I'm around you, it's like... I just can't control myself. I can't think right."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't deny the flutter in your stomach at his confession. "Well, maybe you should learn," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. But you knew he had a point. Whenever the two of you were together, it was like your emotions had a mind of their own, a tornado that wreaked havoc on everything around you.

"I'm trying," Tee said, his voice gruff. "But it's hard when I see you with other guys, talking with my mom, wearing another man's jersey..." He trailed off, his voice thick with unspoken frustration and something else - something that made your heart race.

"I'm not with anyone, Tee," you said, your voice softer now. "I've been focusing on work, on myself."

Tee glanced at you, his gaze lingering for a moment too long before returning to the road. "For real?" His voice was tinged with skepticism.

"Yeah, for real," you snapped, feeling the heat of his stare. "Why can't you just believe me?"

Tee didn't respond, his eyes flicking back and forth between the road and your profile. The two of you drove in silence for a few minutes, the tension in the car thick enough to cut with a knife. The city lights flashed by, a blur of color that matched the chaos in your mind. You could feel his eyes on you and the corners of his lips pulling into a smug smile. It was infuriating, but you couldn't help but be drawn in by his magnetic energy.

"I can't stand you," you huffed, your eyes never leaving his profile.

Tee chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "You never mean that shit," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a thrill through you. He pulled into your parking garage, looking for a guest spot as he casually added, "When was the last time you got fucked right?"

Your eyes widened in shock, your breath hitching in your throat. "What the hell did you just say to me?" you hissed, your hand itching to reach for the door handle.

Tee's grin grew wider, his teeth flashing in the dim light of the garage. "You heard me," he drawled, pulling into an empty spot. "It's a damn shame you can't remember."

Your hand hovered over the door handle, torn between the desire to cuss him out and the heat that was spreading through you at the thought of your past encounters. "Why are you doing this?" you demanded, your voice shaking with a mix of anger and arousal you couldn't hide.

"Doing what?" Tee feigned innocence, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he turned to look at you. "Just trying to have a conversation, that's all. Remind you of what you've been missing." He stepped out of the car, the sound of the door slamming echoing through the garage.

You sat in the car, seething, trying to compose yourself. You didn't need this shit, not from him. But as you watched him walk around to your side, you knew you couldn't ignore him. You stepped out, your legs wobbly from the mix of emotions. He leaned against the car, arms folded over his broad chest, watching you with a smug look that made you want to scream.

Your eyes squinted, "Tee," you warned, "Don't start with me."

"I'm not starting anything," he said, his voice smoother than you remembered. "You remember that weekend you missed your flight?" Your cheeks grew warm, the memory rushing back. "You were so busy screaming my name, you ain't even notice the time."

Your nostrils flared, but you couldn't argue with that. It had been one of those weekends - passionate and all-consuming. But that was the problem with Tee. He had a way of making everything feel ten times more intense than it should have been, and you had been swept away by it every single time.

"Don't flatter yourself," you said, trying to sound unaffected. "It was just good dick."

Tee's grin never wavered. "Is that all it was to you?" He stepped closer, closing the space between you, your back pressed against the car. "Just good dick?"

Your heart hammered in your chest, his proximity making your head throb. You could feel his warmth, smell his cologne, and it was doing things to you that you didn't want to admit.

"Tee, don't do this to me," you whispered, your voice barely a breath. But it was too late. The dam had broken and you could feel the passion and frustration boiling over.

"You know it wasn't just that," Tee said, his voice dropping to a whisper. His hand reached up, cupping your cheek delicately, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. "It was never just about the sex. Like the week before we broke up, you remember that, don't you?"

Your eyes narrowed, trying to fight the memories that flooded back. That week had been intense, a whirlwind of success after the Bengals won the AFC North Championship, and the private moments you had shared in the aftermath had been more than just physical. "You can't just throw that in my face," you murmured, your voice strained.

Tee stepped closer, his breath warm against your cheek. "But it's the truth, ain't it?" he whispered, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. "You can't tell me you don't miss that connection."

Your eyes fluttered closed, the memories of your passionate encounters overwhelming you. "Fuck," you breathed, your voice trembling. "Sprayed me with champagne, didn't you?"

Tee's smile grew as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a seductive murmur. "And then I ate that pussy good, just how you like," he whispered, his hand sliding to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. Your breath hitched, and you couldn't stop the images that flashed through your mind. That night had been explosive, a celebration of victory and passion.

Your body responded despite your resistance, and you felt yourself leaning into him, your hand reaching up to push against his chest. But instead of pushing him away, your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt. You whimpered softly, your resolve wavering.

Tee took this as an invitation, his hand moving to the nape of your neck and pulling you in for a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth, and you could taste the victory of the game on him, the sweetness of his triumph mixing with the bitterness of your past. You kissed him back with a ferocity that surprised even yourself, your nails digging into his shoulders.

Your mind was a whirlwind of emotions - anger, desire, and a hint of nostalgia. You didn't want to be here, didn't want to feel this way again, but you were powerless against the gravitational pull of your history. As you broke apart for a moment to catch your breath, Tee's eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of surrender.

"Fuck you," you whispered, your eyes blazing with a mix of frustration and need. But even as you said the words, your body betrayed you, arching into his touch, your breasts brushing against his chest.

Tee chuckled against your lips, his hand sliding down to your ass, and squeezing gently. "I'm trying," he murmured, his teeth grazing your bottom lip.

The garage lights were dim, casting shadows over your bodies as you kissed, a silent symphony of passion and anger playing out between the two of you. You felt his other hand move to your waist, pulling you closer. You wanted to push him away, to scream and yell and tell him to leave you alone, but you couldn't. Your body was responding to his touch in a way you hadn't allowed it to in almost two years, and you were powerless to stop it.

With a low growl, Tee whispered, "You want this?" Your eyes searched his, a war of emotions playing out in their depths. Finally, you nodded, and Tee didn't need any more encouragement. He yanked you closer, his mouth devouring yours, his hands roaming over your body, relearning every curve and angle.

"Upstairs?" Tee murmured against your neck, his voice thick with lust.

You shook your head, trying to clear the fog of desire that clouded your thoughts. "Can't wait that long, backseat's fine," you murmured. The words slipped out before you could think better of it, but once they did, there was no turning back. You crawled into the back seat, shooting him a searing glare as he slapped your ass before climbing in after you.

In the confines of the car, the tension between the two of you was thick. Tee didn't waste time, his hands roaming over your body as if he knew every inch of you. Your resolve crumbled as his lips found your neck, kissing and nibbling along the sensitive skin. You let out a soft moan, your hands gripping the fabric of his shirt as you straddled his strong thighs.

"You missed this," Tee murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "Admit it."

You gritted your teeth, trying to keep your voice steady. "Just good dick, remember?" But your words held no conviction, and Tee's smug smile grew wider. He knew he had you, and the thrill of it was written all over his face. He reached up, cupping your cheek gently. "But it's more than that, baby," he whispered, his voice a seductive purr. "It's always been more."

As he spoke, his hand moved to unbutton your jean shorts. Your chest heaved as you felt his fingers slip under the waistband of your panties. The touch was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body that you hadn't felt in what felt like an eternity.

"You’re so fuckin' wet, baby," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

Your breath hitched as Tee's fingers found your entrance and circled it with a skill that had you biting back a moan. The friction was exquisite, and you couldn’t help but rock against him, your body begging for more.

"Tee..." you whispered, your voice a mix of warning and need. But he ignored you, his focus solely on the pleasure he was giving you. His fingertips found your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your toes curl in your sneakers. Your eyes fluttered closed as you gave yourself over to the sensation, the anger dissipating like smoke in the wind.

"Just like old times..." Tee murmured as he slid two fingers into you, the sudden fullness making you gasp. The leather of the passenger seat headrest behind your head was cold against your skin as you leaned back, your eyes fluttering closed. The sound of your breathing filled the small space, punctuated by the occasional moan that escaped your lips. You had missed this, the feeling of being filled and desired by someone who knew your body so well and on instinct.

But you weren't about to admit it. Not now, not when you were trying so hard to keep your walls up. "Don't get too cocky," you managed to say, your voice strained. "It's just been a dry spell."

Tee chuckled darkly, his thumb continuing to circle your clit as his fingers pumped in and out of you. "Dry spell or not, still got the wettest pussy I've ever had," he said, his voice filled with a possessive edge that sent a shiver down your spine.

You couldn't help the moan that escaped you as he leaned in, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss that left you gasping for air. His hand slid from your neck to your chest, cupping your breast through the jersey and teasing the nipple into a tight peak. You felt his cock strain against his pants, and the urge to feel him inside you was almost too much to bear.

"Take this shit off," he hissed as if suddenly remembering you were wearing Ja'Marr's jersey. The material of the jersey was pulled away from your body, revealing your plain black bra. The sound of the fabric tearing filled the car, echoing the chaotic passion between the two of you. Tee's eyes darkened with desire and a hint of possessiveness as he stared at your exposed skin.

His gaze dropped, and he leaned in to kiss the soft swell of your tits, his tongue flicking against the sensitive skin before biting down gently, causing you to gasp and arch your back. His other hand remained between your legs, his fingers moving in and out of you, the rhythm increasing as his kisses grew more urgent.

You felt the beginnings of an orgasm building, your hips moving in sync with his hand. But you didn't want it to end there. You wanted more, needed more. With a growl of frustration, you pushed him back and began to undo your shorts, pulling them down over your legs as Tee chuckled, watching your impatience. You kicked them aside, straddling him again, and reached for his pants.

You leaned down to kiss him, your hand fumbling with his belt buckle. The sound of metal clicking open was music to both your ears. You felt his cock, thick and hard, pressing against the fabric of his briefs. Tee groaned, his hips bucking up to meet your hand as you freed him. The sight of him, so eager and needy, made your core throb with desire.

"Fuck, I've missed this," you murmured, your voice thick with lust.

Tee gripped your hips and pulled you down onto him, his erection pushing past your wetness in one swift motion. Your eyes rolled back as he filled you, the sensation of his thickness stretching you almost too much to bear. He began to move, his hips bucking up into you with a fervor that spoke of his own desire. The leather of the car seat was cool as it dug into your knees, but you didn’t care as you leaned into his thrusts, your breath coming out in gasps.

The car rocked slightly with your movements, the sound of your skin slapping together echoing through the quiet night. Your hands gripped the back of the seat, your nails digging into the leather as Tee’s hands roamed over your body, his mouth finding your neck again, sucking hard enough to leave bruises. You knew you would wear them with a disconcerting mix of pride and shame, but right now, you didn’t care. All you cared about was the way he felt inside you.

Tee’s hands slid up to your chest, squeezing your tits roughly, fingers tugging at the clasp, allowing them to fall from their restraint before wrapping his lips around a nipple. You moaned, your hips moving faster, urging him on. His other hand held you in place, keeping you tight against him as he picked up the pace. You could feel your orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that was going to shatter you into a million pieces.

"Tee, oh my god," you gasped, your body trembling as you felt yourself getting closer. His teeth grazed your skin, his hand moving down to grip your ass tightly, his hand soothing over the skin before delivering a firm slap that echoed through the car.

"You like that?" he groaned, his voice muffled against your skin. "You like when I fuck you like this?"

You could only nod, your voice lost to the sensation of him filling you so completely. 

Tee wasn’t satisfied by that alone. He pulled away from your neck and stared into your eyes, his own filled with a dark hunger. "Say that shit," he demanded, his voice low and rough. "Say you missed this dick."

Your eyes flashed with defiance for a moment before you gave in, your voice a needy whine. "I missed this dick." The words left your mouth in a rush of air, and Tee's eyes lit up with triumph. He began to pump into you harder, his grip on your hips tightening, his movements more deliberate. The car rocked with each thrust, the leather of the seat squeaking slightly under your weight.

"Good girl," Tee murmured, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "You know you missed this." His thumb found your clit again, pressing down as his fingers continued to explore the depths of you. The sensation was too much, and you felt your orgasm build rapidly, a crescendo of pleasure that you hadn't experienced in so long.

"Tee, oh god, I'm gonna..." your voice trailed off as you bit your lip, your eyes squeezing shut. The words hung in the air, a declaration of your impending climax. Tee's strokes grew more deliberate, his hips meeting yours with a force that had the car bouncing slightly.

"Tell me what you need from me," Tee demanded, his breath hot against your neck. His strokes grew deeper, more powerful, as if he were trying to claim your very soul with every thrust.

Your breath was ragged, your voice strained as you whispered, "Just make me come, Tee. Wanna flood your dick, baby." The words were a mix of submission and challenge that made Tee’s eyes burn with lust. He knew you were close, your breath hitching and your pussy tightening around him. He reached up and pinched your nipple hard, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, making you arch your back and cry out.

Your orgasm washed over you like a wave, your pussy clenching down on him as you threw your head back, your eyes squeezed shut. Tee watched your face, the way your mouth fell open in a silent scream, the way your eyes shut and your dimples deepened. He could feel your juices coating him, making every stroke slick and hot. It was like coming home, a feeling he had craved for so long.

"Yeah, baby, just like that. Take what you need from me, baby." Tee murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he watched you come apart in his arms. He could feel his own orgasm building, his balls tightening as he pumped into you slowly. He waited, savoring your climax before kissing you, his own climax still quite a ways away.

Your kiss grew sloppier, more desperate, as Tee’s thrusts grew more erratic as he bucked up into you. Your body was hum of sensations, your pussy still clenching around him as you rode out the last of your orgasm. He felt his own approaching, the base of his spine tingling with the promise of release.

With a rush of movement, he lifted you off his lap and dropped you to your knees. You stared up at him, chest heaving, eyes blazing with a mix of anger and lust. Tee took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with the effort. He leaned back against the car seat, his erection still standing proud. "Open your mouth," he said, his voice a low growl.

You didn't argue. With a flick of your tongue, you tasted the precum leaking from his tip. The familiar flavor of him washed over you, and you felt a sense of homecoming you hadn’t expected. Tee's hand wrapped around the back of your head, guiding you closer to him.

His hand gripped the base of his cock, stroking slowly as he watched you. You leaned in, taking him in your mouth, your tongue swirling around his tip. Tee's eyes rolled back, his head falling back against the seat. He groaned, his hips jerking upward involuntarily as you took him deeper, your mouth sliding down his length. You knew just how he liked it, the way he liked to feel your tongue on the underside of his shaft, the way he liked to watch you take him in until he was all you could see.

You moaned softly, indulging in the taste of your love-hate relationship, your anger now a distant memory in the face of such raw desire. Tee's eyes never left yours, the silent communication speaking volumes about his need for you. He watched you intently, his hand still guiding your movements, his breathing growing harsher with every stroke of your tongue. Your cheeks hollowed as you took him deeper, your eyes watering slightly as you fought the urge to gag. It had been so long since you had done this, but your body remembered the rhythm, the way to make him moan and squirm.

He gently pulled you away from his length, strong hand moving to jerk himself off. "You gon' swallow what I give you, baby?" he panted, tattooed hand moving frantically over his thick shaft that glistened with a mix of your spit and arousal.

You nodded, eyes never leaving his. You hadn’t expected this turn of events, but you were too far gone to resist. Tee’s hand moved faster, his abs tensing as he approached the edge. Tee's head fell back against the headrest, and he let out a strangled groan, his hand tightening around his dick. You could feel his thighs tense, and you knew he was close.

You stared up at him, arousal and submission swirling in your eyes. "Mmhmm," you murmured, Tee's eyes snapped back to yours, his hand at the back of your head again, holding you as close as possible to his cock without allowing you the satisfaction of taking it in your mouth again.

"So fuckin' pretty, baby. Lookin' at me like that," he murmured, his hand stroking his cock. The sight of him, so lost in his own pleasure, had your pussy pulsing with a renewed hunger. You leaned in, your tongue darting out to lick the tip of his shaft. Tee groaned, his eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment before snapping back open, a hint of challenge in his gaze.

He stroked himself faster, the sound of his hand against his cock filling the small space. Your mouth watered as you watched him, your tongue slipping out to catch the beads of precum that formed at the tip. "You want it, baby?" he asked, his voice tight.

"Mmhmm," you murmured again, eager to please him, to show him that you still knew his body, that you still craved his pleasure.

Tee's hand tightened around his shaft, his hips jerking upward as he reached the peak of his climax. With a final, guttural groan, he spoke, "Open your mouth, baby, take it from me." You eagerly obeyed, your mouth open and waiting. He erupted with a moan, the hot spurts of his cum painting your face and tongue. You took it all, savoring the taste of him, the feel of him on your tongue, the power of his release under your control.

For a moment, you stayed like that, Tee panting and you swallowing, your eyes locked. The tension in the car was palpable, thick with the scent of sex and desire. Tee leaned back, his chest heaving, and you wiped your face with your thumb a smug smile playing on your lips. "Missed me, huh?" you quipped, trying to lighten the mood, but the words hung in the air, loaded with the weight of your tumultuous history.

Tee chuckled, his hand moving to caress your cheek gently, wiping away a stray drop of cum. "More than you know," he admitted, his voice softer than before. You leaned into his touch, the warmth of his hand sending a shiver through your body. You didn't miss this, you missed him, you realized with a jolt. The way he looked at you, the way he made you feel like you were the only person in the world who mattered.

But you couldn’t let yourself get lost in that feeling. Not again. With a shaky breath, you sat back on your heels and reached for your discarded jersey, pulling it over your head. You had to get dressed, had to get out of the car, had to get away from him before you did something stupid.

"I'm starting to remember why I threw your ass out my apartment," you said, trying to keep your voice light as you pulled yourself together. Tee threw his head back, laughter filling the car. It was a sound that still made your heart melt.

"You know you liked it," he teased, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your mouth twitched. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to tell your Mom you were a good boy," you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm. Tee's laughter grew louder, and you couldn't help but smile, the sound of it bringing back a flood of memories you had pushed aside.

"You still got my Mom's number?" Tee quipped, still chuckling as he tucked himself back into his pants, watching you struggle to maintain your composure as you dressed. You threw him a glare that would've made a saint sweat, but he just grinned back, unbothered. That was the Tee you missed the most. Not the arrogant superstar, but the goofball who knew how to make you laugh even when you were pissed.

You reached for the car door handle, but Tee's hand shot out, catching your wrist before you could make your escape. His grip was firm but gentle, a silent plea for you to stay for a little while longer. You looked down at your entwined hands, the tension in the air thick with unspoken words. When you looked up at him, you could feel your knees practically give out.

"Look," you began, your voice a shaky whisper.

He shook his head, both hands reaching for your waist. "Don't say it," Tee said, his eyes searching yours. "Don't push me away again. I can't handle that shit." The desperation in his voice was raw, a stark contrast to the cocky confidence he usually exuded. He swallowed slowly, trying to decipher the emotions playing on your face.

You looked down at his grip on your waist, not even realizing you were straddling him again, feeling the heat of his skin against yours. You didn't know what to say. Part of you knew better than to let him back in, but the other part of you, the part that had missed the warmth of his arms, the sparkle in his eyes, and the taste of his mouth, was begging for more. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart.

"You make this so hard," you murmured, your voice thick with emotion. You didn't want to give in, not after all the pain he had caused you, but you could feel the wall you had built around your heart cracking.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled you closer, his forehead pressing against yours. "I know, baby," Tee whispered, his voice a sweet promise that sent shivers down your spine. "But we can make it work. Just give me another chance. I swear I'll do better for you."

Your eyes searched his, looking for the lie you told yourself had to be there. But all you found was sincerity, a desperation that mirrored your own. You didn't want to be that girl, the one who took him back after all the shit he had put you through. But you were that girl, and you knew it. With a sigh, you nodded, your body melting into his embrace. "Okay," you murmured, the word a barely-there whisper that seemed to echo in the car.

Tee's arms tightened around you, pulling you closer, as if he was afraid you would change your mind. His lips found yours again, a gentle kiss that spoke of his gratitude and his love. You kissed him back, your hesitance dissipating like mist in the morning sun. You had missed this, missed the way he made you feel. A nagging need for his touch, his warmth, his love.

The two of you sat there in the car, kissing, until the reality of your surroundings began to seep back in. You pulled away with a final peck, your eyes wide with the sudden realization of where you were. "Your family's probably wondering where the fuck you are," you said with a laugh, pushing him back gently.

Tee's smile didn't fade. "They'll be fine. They should know better than wait on me when I'm with you." He kissed you again, and you felt the warmth of his affection spread through your body. The moment felt so right, so perfect, like a scene from a movie. But you knew that life was rarely a fairy tale, especially for the two of you.

"Look, I'm not saying we're back together," you began, setting clear boundaries despite your wavering resolve. "But maybe we can see where this goes."

Tee nodded, understanding the cautious tone in your voice. He knew he had to tread lightly. "Whatever you need from me, I'll do it. Just don't push me away again, please," he whispered, his eyes holding yours with an intensity that made your stomach flutter.

You shared one more lingering kiss before you finally climbed off of him, fixing your clothes with shaky hands. Tee watched you, his own need to touch you still strong. "Need me to walk you up? It's dark as hell out here," he offered, his voice still thick with hope.

You nodded, unable to resist the comfort of his company. The cool night air hit you as you stepped out of the car, the garage lights casting a stark contrast to the inky blackness outside. Tee took your purse in his hand, the other reaching to hold yours, a gesture that felt both familiar and foreign. As the two of you made your way through the now-desolate garage, the sound of your footsteps echoing, you allowed yourself to lean into him slightly, the weight of your decision hanging heavy in the space between you.

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Contract extensions, fish tanks, long term goals… sounds like Tee has his priorities straight.

‘I’m putting a fish tank in my wall.’

Your mouth gaped as the clip of your boyfriend at his presser replayed on your phone screen.

“In.. the wall?” You mumbled to yourself before turning your gaze to his existing fish tank you just happened to be sitting by. It was already huge, glowed blue and purple, had beautiful fish and creatures living in it.

But the wall?

You continued to ponder over this idea until Tee came trotting into the room. His carefree and relaxed demeanor causing you to flicker your eyes towards him.

“Baby?”

“What’s up beautiful?” His smile glimmers like the brightest diamonds as he plops down next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulders and holding you close.

“In the wall?” Is all you could say, the rest of the sentence sounding preposterous in your head.

His brows furrow for a moment, before the realization hits him. “Yeah baby, imagine how cool that would look. And it would free up that space so you’ll stop bumping into it.”

Your brows shoot up at the minor burn thrown, but you decide to save that for another time. “You’re serious? A fish tank… sea creature habitat… in the wall? That’s some rich people shit.”

He throws his head back in a boisterous laugh.

“Tamaurice, it’s not fucking funny.” You pout, elbowing him in the side.

His laughter barely calms down enough for him to open his eyes and pull you into his lap. His face resting in the crevice of your neck. “Tee… come on…”

“Baby, I just signed a 115 million dollar contract. We are the rich people.” He kisses your head, still chuckling.

Your mind goes straight to ‘we are…’ He said that with confidence, in a way that makes the last two years replay in your mind.

“Baby?”

His voice caused you to blink out of your trance. “Huh?”

He smirks. “Was that you thinking about getting those ash blonde braids you’ve always wanted or…?”

You nod, too scared opening your mouth might make the future change.

“Oh okay, just checking.” He nods too, but with a glimmer in his eyes. “Do me a favor?”

“Yeah.” Your voice comes out as a whisper as you stare into his deep brown eyes.

“Ask Shantelle if she has an opening for you on the 6th.” He curls one of the loose pieces of your boho braids with his finger as you gulp, contemplating the if you should just come out and ask.

“Got it, on the 6th… before our trip… to Jamaica.” You can’t stop the smile from growing on your cheeks and neither can he.

“Gonna be a good one, beautiful. One you’ll never forget.”

A/N: I’m not crying, you are.

[jherbogf]

masterlist

Joe Burrow

2 you; 2 you part II

Tee Higgins

walked in

Justin Herbert

soon

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Group chat plans-Part 2

Synopsis:Leilani texts the group chat with her birthday plans. Feat Ja’marr and Tee being thirsty and Joe being forced to dance.