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1004tyun-archive · 2 years ago

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ooooh perv tyun stealing your vibrator is such an 🤭🥵🥵 idea,, imagine you accidentally left it out on the bathroom counter because you need to wash it but you don't have time and completely forgot about it,, taehyun comes over and just,, takes it with him. he wants to use it so bad,, edging himself with YOUR cum covering it? god,, its embarrassing how hard that makes him. but then you ask him a couple days later,, so so shy and embarrassed about it,, "when you came over...uh...did you, maybe, uh, seemyvibratoricantfindit..." but i'm not completely sure if it would be a crying, i'm so sorry, subby tyun or a teasing dom tyun reaction — 🌸

subby tyun or teasing dom tyun? por que no los dos? 🤩 (this was way longer than i planned lol thank you for the food!)

side a: sub taehyun

"taehyun," you start awkwardly. "sorry if this is weird to ask, but uh... did you, maybe... see my vibrator? i can't find it."

"your vibrator?" taehyun echoes. he feels a huge pang of guilt, the palms of his hands beginning to sweat. he didn't think you would notice it was gone, and he certainly didn't expect to be confronted like this.

unbeknownst to you, the toy was right in the room with you, in taehyun's bag. and having to admit that made taehyun's stomach churn with anxiety.

"y/n, i'm so sorry..." he says meekly.

"sorry? sorry for what?"

the silence and growing tension in the room speaks for itself. you look at taehyun in disbelief and confusion.

"y-you took it?" you ask.

"i couldn't help it. it was right there and i told myself i'd bring it back to you as soon as i could, but i couldn't find the right time and days passed before we could hang out again and i-i have it right there in my bag if you want it back."

you stand there, frozen in shock. you're not sure quite what to think. you've never seen taehyun this flustered before.

"why did you do it?"

"i... was curious about how you use it on yourself," taehyun admits with averted eyes.

"what did you do with it?" you ask, curiosity etched in your voice.

"i-i didn't use it! i swear, a-all i did was..."

you look at him with crossed arms and taehyun rubs the back of his neck, trying his hardest to suppress his anxiety.

"if you can't tell me, show me."

"... what?" taehyun asks.

"if you show me what you did with it, i won't be mad at you."

taehyun swallows roughly. "y/n, i-i don't know if i can--"

"--what, you're shameless enough to steal my things, but you draw the line at touching yourself? do you want me to be mad at you?"

your eyes move to the tent forming in taehyun's jeans and you shake your head.

"go get it," you motion to taehyun's bag with your chin. you're surprised at the speed in which taehyun scrambles to his feet to grab his bag and pull out your vibrator. you snatch it from him and hold it in your hand.

"you know, only perverts steal things like this from their friends."

taehyun bows his head. "i know..."

"and only filthy perverts touch themselves using their friends' toys. you know that, right?"

taehyun nods and hums solemnly. his breath hitches when you turn the vibrator on and press it against his clothed cock. you watch his reaction, his chest rising and falling as he looks down at your hand.

"i never know you were like this, taehyun," you say, a smirk in your voice. "you're always so cool and level-headed, but now you're so... pathetic." you press the vibrator harder against his cock and he gasps, biting his bottom lip.

"tell me how you used it," you say, more firmly this time.

"i... i held it against my dick," he says, sounding ashamed. he looks up at you for the first time, big brown eyes glittering. he's close to tears as you edge him like this and all you can feel is amusement. it's like he's melting under your touch.

"does baby need my help?" you coo, continuing to rub the vibrating toy against his cock. taehyun nods fervently, sweat beading his forehead.reduced to whimpers and sighs.

you unbutton his jeans and tug the zipper down, surprised to see a dark, wet spot on his boxers.

"wow... so wet," you say, moving the vibrator up to rub it against his leaky tip and he moans. "did you do it like this?"

"m-mhm," he says, voice shaking and hips bucking to match the rhythm of your rubbing. "yes, j-just like that..."

side b: dom taehyun

"taehyun," you start. "sorry if this is weird to ask, but did you, maybe... see my vibrator? i can't find it."

there's silence in the room before taehyun gets up to retrieve his bag and pulls out exactly what you're looking for and all the color leaves your face.

"oh, you mean this?" taehyun holds your vibrator in his hand and your heart jumps.

"w-where did- how did you...?"

"you left it out in the open, y/n. how'd you expect me not to find it?"

"well, i didn't expect you to steal it," you say firmly. "could i have it back?"

"sure," he tosses it to you and you catch it with both hands. you put it back in its rightful place, your ears still burning.

"you don't really need this thing, do you? not when you have me," taehyun walks up to you and cages you in, leaning into your ear.

you shrink into yourself. "w-what do you mean?"

"this little thing can't do what i can," he whispers. "it's not nearly as big as me, and it can't fuck you like i can either. i'll prove it to you... but only if you want me to."

you swallow. "i-i do..."

he kisses your neck, "good, let me show you what you've been missing."

#I WENT BALD WRITING THESE #🌸 you went off #this was so fun to write but i did nawt expect these to be so long or so dialogue heavy lol #dearest anon: 🌸#terry bear 🐻‍❄️❤️‍🔥#crystal's spicy thoughts #this is long enough to go into the fic tag but eh idk

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simplyzeeka · 3 months ago

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Episode 1. Season 1 (Pilot)

The Big Bang

Come follow me to luxury

Gold on the floors

And all over me

Warnings: MDNI!! Profanity, mentions of violence, adult themes, use of the n-word, use of the b-word, themes of infidelity

Summary: Not every princess lived in a castle. Terry learns this when he meets what he considers a celestial being in the dirtiest of places. Too enamored, he forgets about all his spoken promises to another.

"AND ACTION" 🎬

There's always a comfort that comes with having options, especially if every option benefits you. It didn't matter how miniscule the situation may be, having options just made it all the better.

A man like Terry was one that believed options to be a luxury. He wished he had that luxury when life struck a butcher knife to his heart and ordered him to walk like it didn't hurt. Maybe then, if he had options, he would've picked a butter knife instead. And maybe then, he wouldn't have needed to experience hell or high waters.

So it's understandable that he felt a tinge of discomfort when that luxury was taken away from him, maybe a little irritated. Here he stood, with two of his friends (dumb friends, might he add), first in line to enter what he would describe as the dingiest strip clubs he has ever seen, not that he’s seen many. Now, Terry has been in worse predicaments than this, he's been in places that looked way more… unsightly than this.

It was just the subtle air, a foreboding feeling that washes over him as he looked at the club doors, that made him think that he could have spent his bachelor party at home instead, by himself. Nothing appealing came from watching strippers dancing anyway… for him at least.

“So you tellin’ me you couldn't have picked a less shady place? Looks like it's bout to rain bullets here.”

Or maybe he was just paranoid. Three years of therapy could only do as much as you let it, and Terrence Richmond? Well, he didn't let it do much for him.

“I just wanna see some ass shake man, all them fancy strip clubs have the bitches with no ass. They not even pretty in the face.” Rome exaggerated, chewing the gun in his mouth so loudly, Terry had the right mind to knock him out.

“Nigga, you dense as fuck. This that shit that got you that STD.” Yosohn shook his head as he schooled Rome, not that Rome was open to listening.

Terry met Rome and Yosohn a year after moving to Georgia. Rome being the big mouth he was, got a little mouthy with Terry and almost got knocked out clean. Yosohn spoke on behalf of his friend, then weirdly, they became friends. Although they weren't the type of company he would normally surround himself with, they were great distractions when life didn't seem worth living. Them and his fiancé.

“Man, I ain't ever telling you shit. This why Ronda left yo ass. Let's get inside before I crash out on you, blowing my high.”

Yeah, amazing distractions.

It smelled better than expected really. While Terry expected a cacosmic mixture of perfumes, sweat and vomit. It smelled like sweet cherry liquor, only a little bit of sweat and it seemed every woman here used the same perfume because it smelled all the same to him.

The interior of the club was very… busy. Not a shocking resolution, it was a strip club. Just a little uncomfortable, the three men had to bump, push and wedge between drunk bodies to get to the small booth Rome booked.

“Man, look at all this. Tell me you don't want that Terry.” Rome tilted his head downwards as one girl, seemingly a dancer, walked past him. Terry just gives Rome a blank look, “You don't ever get tired of talkin’?”

Yosohn's shoulders shook, head thrown downwards. Rome was clearly the most talkative out of all three, and while Yosohn matched his energy sometimes, it got a little unbearable at times. But what made him laugh was how he shut up as Terry spoke to him, until this day, Rome doesn't dare cross a line with the large man.

“Fuck you laughin’ at? Bald-headed motherfucker. Yo beard patchy as fuck, go take some Minoxidil.” Terry couldn't help but laugh at that. Their banter is always something worth watching.

Raunchy music dripped from the speakers as dancers performed praise-worthy tricks on the poles at the main stage. With hands digging deep into his pockets, he bopped his head to the catchy beat of the music. Not his usual taste, but anything was better than standing there looking awkward.

Rome had long disappeared, Terry wasn't sure if it was the bar he went to, or perhaps he followed behind a dancer. “Let's get you a drink man, can't even act like you enjoying yourself.” Yosohn shook his head at how sad the man looked. “It's cause I'm not.” Terry retorted with a small chuckle, the first he's given since being away from his fiancé.

Alas after a few drinks, Terry has let a little loose. His teeth were on display more, his shoulders slack and his hands out of his pockets.

There were a few girls in the booth with them, Terry didn't care to entertain either of them though. Courtesy of the club, they sent them a bottle with knowledge of the occasion, and of course, that was thanks to Rome.

The DJ kept announcing the arrival of dancers on stage for solo performances. All which had patrons screaming and throwing money on the stage, painting it green with Benjamins. Clearly this was a generous crowd.

It wasn't until the music changed into something slow and sensual that his attention perked towards the stage. The lights have changed to warm,dim, orange, then queued the DJ. “Aight, y'all already know what time it is. Let's get into some slow seduction with one of your favourites… Indigo.”

Except this time the crowd was quiet. Not a single scream, just sublime silence. “Yo, what's this wack ass shit? We don't wanna hear this slow shit.” Silence that Rome had no problem breaking.

Terry couldn't help but internally agree, because this was a strip club. There was a specific aesthetic that strip clubs had, and slow wasn't one of them. The crowd wasn't silent in boredom though, they were attentive, staring directly at the stage. He notices how not a single phone was out, just wide eyes and anticipating smiles.

He wondered why until he registered the soft melody of Victoria Monét's “Big Boss” playing through the speakers, and there was Indigo.

A hand on the pole as she walked around it, before climbing up. A gold set was on her, glitter stuck to her skin. Just as the song recited. She resonated a bright star as she twirled on the pole with skill.

Her black tresses flowed around her in controlled movements. Her movements weren't as sharp, quick or as ‘sexy’ as the other dancers. Her movements were smooth, sensual and hypnotising. She didn't let the pole control her, instead the pole gave her every command and she obliged willingly.

Indigo wasn't dancing to seduce. She danced to engage, to captivate. She captured more than just her audience's eyes, she captured their hearts and their minds. She commanded everyone to silence. The small smile on her face as she danced made her all the more ethereal, there was no way on this damned earth that a beauty like that existed. Not when mundane people like himself existed. Was it possible to co-exist with such an entity? That much was unbeknownst to Terry.

She had taken so much of his attention, that he did not notice when her set was over. The party was back up again once everyone regained their composure, everyone except him because his friends had to shake him out of his trance.

“Yo Terry, you good bro? This nigga gone.” Yosohn laughed at Terry, but truthfully, he understood him. Indigo was a beauty yet to be reckoned with. It took him a while to shake out of it after watching the dancer perform.

“Now that's the kind of hoe you turn into a housewife.” Rome comments, still glancing at where Indigo had exited the stage.

“Aye Rome, Terry gone bruh.” Yosohn doubled over as he took a short video of Terry. Rome reached over and slightly smacked the big man out of it. And immediately, old Terry was back to mugging and grunting.

“Don't get fucked up.” He muttered to Rome, before glancing back to the stage again. “Oh hell no, bring her back on stage. Big ass attitude. I hope Amber cheating on yo ass.”

A drunk Yosohn was sliding off the sofa in laughter. Terry smacks his teeth before taking a sip of his whiskey. His mind was racing, eyes twitching as his leg began bouncing. He needed another fix of seeing Indigo and suddenly he understood the crowd, the silence. The need to capture that moment in its entirety, because Terry thought it was short… too short. *She just got on stage.*

“Who was that?” He asked, nobody in particular, as long as he would get an answer, he didn't care who it came from. “That's Indigo, she been dancing here for a couple years. Pretty as fuck, as you see. I think her-” Yosohn answers before Rome interrupts. “And greedy as fuck too, you forgot to add that.” Yosohn rolls his eyes, “She rejected him, don't mind him. Anyway, think her real name Senia or some shit like that.”

Terry hums, eyebrows twitching subtly. Now his mind was treading on dangerous territory, wanting to know how he could get to see her again, right now. “She do private dances?”

The mere question has Rome and Yosohn shocked. Terrence Richmond had lost all sense of composure at that moment, that he didn't care much about looking a little too invested.

“Huh? You tryna fuck up before your wedding day? Yeah no, let's bounce.” Yosohn shook his head, being the angel on Terry's one shoulder, and of course, Rome would play devil's advocate. “Bro what? Stop being lame, it's his last day single, one lil dance not gon hurt. Amber probably doin’ the same shit.” Rome waved his hand in dismissal. “He's not single dumb ass nigga.”

The two continued going back and forth, they didn't even notice Terry getting up. “Hey man, I was wondering if I could get a private dance.” He questioned the bouncer who stood near velvet curtains. The bouncer mugs Terry, “Nigga, do I look like a stripper to you? Fuck you asking me for?”

Terry sighs, how the fuck was he supposed to know who and what to ask. His thick brows furrow and his lips curl downwards before looking around. The bouncer sighs, the man was clearly new to this.

“Who you lookin’ for?” His ears perk, head whips in the bouncer's direction. Wasn't even the slightest bit embarrassed in his pursuit of finding her. “Indigo.”

The bouncer nodded with a hum, his request was very much understandable. Sticking his head in the curtains, he yells the stripper’s name. It wasn't long until she appeared again that Terry felt his heart skip a beat. The stage did not do her any justice, because even now under dim lights that made it hard to see, Indigo still looked jaw-dropping. “What’s up Nyx, who is this?”

Her southern accent was thick, the drawl did something to his chest that had him wondering if he had a heart condition. “He askin’ for a dance, baby.”

The dark-skinned beauty raised a perfectly trimmed brow in Terry’s direction. “Oh is that right?” she asked the man himself, and the smile on her face was enough to send him into cardiac arrest. “Yes ma’am.” Terry retorts with a smile of his own, close-lipped and gentle.

Eyes glazing across her features, Indigo laughs at his politeness. It wasn’t often she met someone as polite as him when asking for a dance. “It’s gon’ cost you.”, a declaration. Terry found that wooing more than anything, “That’s fine. I’m willing.”

They stare at one another for a while, while Indigo seemed to be sizing him up, Terry was tracing her face, pocketing the memory in a place where everything felt nostalgic, because Terry couldn't help but feel something familiar about her. A feeling he shook off because now he sounded stupid.

Indigo hums, that was also a response she didn’t hear often, but she wouldn’t dare complain. “I’ll keep that in mind, c’mon baby.”

"AND CUT" 🎬

Note: Not as long as I would have liked, but I also beat a record... so win some lose some?

Yosohn pronounced. Yo-shawn. I'm extra...

This will be an angsty series revolving around uncomfortable matters. Infidelity. Like I said in my last post, I do not condone it, and neither should anyone.

This is purely fiction.

Hope you enjoy this, I'm honestly really invested. That playlist I made is really doing what it's supposed to.

Playlist here if you're interested. Hope you enjoyed the first part.

Next episode

#Spotify #terry richmond #terry richmond fic #terry richmond fanfiction #terry richmond x oc #terry richmond x black oc #black female oc #black women #terry richmond angst #aaron pierre

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