Terry has now spent centuries wandering this Earth alone. When he plants roots in his new home, he makes an annoying, unexpected friend and possibly something more. A young woman accidentally discovers his secret and now he has a human woman as a friend. At least she's a millennial and not Gen X or Z.
Come along for a ride with Terry and YN! This is not a linear series. I will be writing random one-shots about the reader and Terry. So, you can send suggestions to the ask inbox (respectfully, doesn't mean I'll write them). I'm so excited for this journey. Shoutout to this man for getting my creative juices flowing.
I hope this causes a little bit of chaos before bed lol. Good night, beautiful people!
Summary: Reader and Terry take their friendship to a new level.
Warnings: Some bad smut lol. I'm trying to get back in the groove.
A/N: Inspired by Leon Thomas, Sneak. Give it a listen!
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Terry watched with amusement as you searched your jungle of a house. He didn’t know what you were looking for, but the scene before him was quite hilarious.
“Where the fuck are they?!” You pulled up one of your couch cushions.
The question really didn’t register in Terry’s mind, which was something that never happened to him. He was always able to process everything, even simultaneously. But the curve of your ass in that black dress, the layering of lotion, body oil, and perfumes had him in his own daydream of you spread out on his bed, moaning his name, while he was between your legs, sniffing your scent from your ankle. Somehow, he managed to comprehend the question. “Is it something that could be substituted?”
If you could breathe fire, it would be directed at Terry. “Technically, yes, but I want that certain pair.” You stomped over to another room, mumbling about him being a smartass, something he couldn’t hear if he wasn’t a shifter.
“What are you even looking for?”
“A pair of underwear. Remember that cute cheeky black pair I told you about, because I got them on sale?”
Yeah, he remembered. Those pair were part of his YN’s horde. Once you two began getting closer, Terry began taking some of your belongings. It started with a hair tie and then graduated to bigger items. He had perfumes, jewelry, handbags, shirts, and…panties. Those were his favorite to collect. They held most of your natural scent.
“Where are you even going?” Terry couldn’t process why you were going through all of this for a girl’s night.
“A date with Derrick.”
Terry sat right up. He heard of this guy, but initially he didn’t worry about him. You usually don’t go on second dates. You were never the problem, the guys just never measured up.
“I thought you already went out with him.”
“Yeah, three times before. This is our fourth date. I think we might actually sleep together tonight.” You hit a little shimmy.
For the first time in forever, Terry was scared. A fourth date?! That never happened. First dates were common, second dates were sparse, third dates were basically non-existent, but fourth dates never happened. This was serious. Terry thought he had more time to tell you the truth, but the way you went on a rant about this man, told him that he didn’t.
“What do you even know about this man?’ Terry stood and crossed his arms. He had to play this safe. Once your mind is made up, you rarely change it. “You sure about this?”
“I know that he looks like he’ll talk me through it and give me the best orgasm this year, that wasn’t brought on by a battery operated machine.”
Breathe in, breathe out. Terry did not need the imagery of you masturbating. Not right now, when he had to convince you not to go on your date. “You don’t need him for that. You can use me.” Those words tumbled out of Terry’s mouth before he could stop them. That never happened. Every word that came out of his mouth was calculated and meaningful.
You paused in your tracks. Usually, your emotions were readable, but Terry couldn’t tell what you were feeling. Or was it that he was so caught up in the flurry of his emotions that he couldn’t read you. “YN, say something.”
“What the hell, Terry? Are you smoking crack? Hold up can you smoke crack? Do dragons get high? I mean you get high in the sky, but can you be under the influence?”
Terry’s smile widened. Only you could go from surprise to inquisitive. “I can get high, but we can discuss that later.” He took your hand and pulled you into his lap. He undid your bun and let your braids fall. “Use me,” His mouth settled on your chin, not quite committing to the kiss, waiting on your permission.
What the fuck was happening?! Terry had you sit on his lap with his very large erection pressed against you before your date. Did this nigga just tell you to use him instead of Derrick? Was Terry’s lips on you? That only happened in dreams that you would never admit out loud. “Terry, you having a mental breakdown?”
“I will,” His hands ran up and down your hips, eventually landing on your ass. “If that nigga puts his hands on you.”
“What about your mate?” You thought that he was waiting for her.
“I’ll explain later. Now, are you going to use me?” Those damn eyes. He could see right through you like he was searching for your deepest desires. “Baby, I need an answer.”
His voice reverberated throughout your body. Your primal instinct made a decision that your heart would suffer from later. “Yes.”
The word barely left your mouth before you were lifted in the air and taken to your room. “Terry, but it’s on one condition.”
“Yes baby?” He laid you on bed and began undressing.
You placed a foot on his chest and this freaky frog sucked on your toes. “I still go on my date with Derrick.”
There seemed to be a war waging inside of Terry. Why would he be upset? This wasn’t anything serious. Maybe Terry wasn’t so different than other men. They always want no strings attached, but no one else could have you. Typical male bullshit.
His jaw ticked multiple times before he answered. “Fine, but when it ends you come back, so I can properly worship you.”
As soon as you said, “Deal.” Terry immediately became a vacuum with the way he was suctioning your pussy.
The pure technique of him eating you out had you gasping for air, but when your eyes connected with his, it set you off. Watching him devour reminded you of a lion drinking water. Those eyes of his held something special. Something you couldn’t quite pinpoint it.
“Fuck Terry, you hazel eyed demon!”
That man did not answer you. He just tilted his head and sucked harder. He was on a mission, and he was going to see it through.
When you finally exploded, he released you from his grip. Scratch that. His tongue set your clit free after the initial orgasm rolled into another one. Hmm, could his dragon tongue do that too? Maybe you should ask him to do it when you get back. Hold up, would that be considered bestiality? Your shifter romances did not go that far into detail. Kimberly Lemming, your expertise is needed right now!
“What has your mind preoccupied?” He kissed your stomach, slowly going up your body, stopping at your nipples to suckle them. “Talk to me baby.”
“Can you use…your other tongue next time? Or is that bestiality?”
Terry’s laugh didn’t make you feel insecure. He was used to your crazy ass questions, and you knew he found them endearing.
“If you’re a good girl, you can find out.”
“Now we both know, I’m not a good girl.”
As he slipped inside of you, he nipped at your lips. “For this dick, you will be.”
Nothing could compare to this stretch. Even your monster dildo couldn’t cut it. There wasn’t an inch of you that Terry didn’t fill. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought that you were made for him. “Damn, T.”
Terry’s thrust was controlled and methodical. Just like everything he does, he did it with purpose. And his purpose was to make you lose your damn mind.
“This my shit.” He growled. You were too out of your head to disagree. This was his shit. He fucked your pussy like he was leaving a stamp on it. If you were getting this possessive demon dick, then what kind of dick would his mate get? Damn, poor girl was gonna have to carry an ice pack with her to keep the swelling down.
“Its yours.”
Something feral came out of Terry, something you have never seen before. He bent your head, so you could see your conjoined bodies. “Yeah, its mines. Look at how you got your pussy creaming all over my dick.”
You were a creamer, but not that much. It looked like he emptied his lotion bottle. Besides the beautiful mess you were making on him, you focused on his dick. It was a work of art that was currently taking you to higher places.
“T-ttt-Terry!” Your fresh set became claws that dug into his back.
“What baby?” He held your chin, staring you directly in your eyes. There was something behind his eyes that you chose to ignore.
“I’m cumming.”
He chuckled and his cocky smile caused you to squeeze around him. “I don’t need a verbal warning for when my pussy is about to cum.” He twisted your nipple in light retaliation. “You didn’t even ask me if you could cum.”
“Boy, I ain’t gotta ask you for shit.”
He tightened his hold on your chin. “Don’t be calling me boy when I’m in this shit fucking you like the grown man I am. And you definitely gotta ask me to cum, because who making this pussy cry like I do?”
He had you there. Not even your rose had anything on him.
A forked tongue swiped across your cheek, followed by a sharp, but gentle bite that wasn’t from human teeth. “You ain’t answer me, baby girl.”
Terry pulled back far enough to get a full view of his face. Was this man trying to make you addicted on the first fuck? Honestly, you were addicted before he decided to partially shift. As you took in his slitted eyes and fangs, you waited to be disgusted, but instead you were turned on.
This had to be a one time thing. Terry was unlocking something you didn’t want to discover.
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It was not a one time thing, or a two time thing, or even a three time thing. You did not have enough fingers or toes to count the amount of times, you and Terry fucked. Any and every opportunity he could have you he would.
Terry would have you bent over any and every piece of furniture. Morning, afternoon, night. The hour of the day did not matter. When Terry decided he wanted you, he had you and vice versa. Once at work, you vented about those people pissing you off and being excited for a drink to take the edge off. It wasn’t even lunch time, yet and that man came between meetings and gave you a taste of what was to come when you got home.
And don’t let him get word of you spending time with Derrick. A little part of you thought Terry was jealous of him. It seemed to be that every time that you were about to go out with Derrick or you came home after a date with him, you were being filled up with Terry.
It was hot though. The sneaking around. Even though you and Derrick weren’t a thing or exclusively dating, the feeling of messing around with Terry was scandalous. Your girls didn’t even know that y’all were fooling around, but the way he was looking at you that one day at brunch, they might have figured it out.
On occasion, Terry would go out with the few other friends he had. At Lazy Day’s, Terry was there with some of his gym buddies, while you were with Derrick, and Serena and Trisha with their dates as well.
“Terry seems pissed about something.” Serena noted, sipping on her mimosa.
You followed the tip of her glass and saw the storm brewing on Terry’s face. He leaned back in his chair, clearly disinterested in the conversation at the table. Instead, he sat there flexing his fist, as he stared towards your table.
“Do I have something in my teeth?!” You directed your question to Terry, trying to lighten his mood.
He said nothing in return and turned back to his companions. Ugh, okay ugly ass attitude. “Shit, I don’t know.” You finally answered Serena. “He probably reached his social battery. He needs to go home and recharge. Y’all know he don’t like socializing that much.”
The girls agreed and dropped the topic, but Derrick peeped something. Although, he was never a big fan of Terry. He never said anything outright. It was the things he didn’t say. “You sure he’s alright? He looks ready to fight.” Derrick whispered in your ear.
“Yeah, and if he isn’t he’ll tell me later.” You patted his cheek and gave him a quick peck. “I’m gonna head to the restroom real quick.” The girls tried to join, but you dissuaded them.
The restroom offered you some reprieve. Your body was wound up so tight, being in the vicinity of Terry and not being able to touch him was killing you. Terry owned your body. It didn’t know peace unless he was touching a part of you.
Leaning on the sink with your eyes closed and your head hanging down, you were unaware of what was happening behind you.
“I’m a patient man, but you really think I’m gonna sit here and watch while you touch and kiss up on another man?” His voice was menacing, almost as haunting when he’s in dragon form.
“Really? What’s gotten up your ass today? We are not a couple. We are friends that are just fucking and if you can’t handle that, Terrence then we need to end this im-,” His lips cut you off.
The kiss was bruising and possessive. Terry clearly wanted to shut you up and send a message. “We ain’t ending shit.” He nipped your ear, leaving behind a trail of little bites on your neck. “He doesn’t deserve you.” His fingers danced across your skin until they found their final destination inside of your panties. “You are a goddess living among mere mortals and you allow someone beneath you touch you.”
“And what are you?” He left you breathless.
“I’m not your Prince Charming or knight in shining armor. I’m your dragon, willing to burn down the world for you. Shielding you from anything or anyone wishing to do you harm. I won’t snuff out your light, but I want to hoard you all for myself.”
Damn, niggas would say anything in the throes of passion. Terry didn’t say shit that he didn’t mean, but to protect yourself you couldn’t believe those words. This was just part of the fantasy. Hot, possessive, jealous sex.
Terry had you bent over the sink, his eyes connected with yours through the window the whole time except for when he watched himself glide into you. “Lame ass, doesn’t deserve you. He couldn’t handle all this ass, could he?”
“No, he couldn’t.” You whimpered, all fight leaving you. The dick was dicking. With that powerful tool, Terry could turn you into the most subservient housewife.
“I bet not see that nigga lay another finger on you,” He bit you all over. You hoped the marks wouldn’t form yet, because how could you explain that to Derrick.
Terry kept you busy for what felt like forever but also felt like it ended too quickly. Eventually, you made it back to your table, surprisingly looking like nothing happened.
“You good?” Derrick tried rubbing your back, but you pulled away from his touch, remembering Terry’s warning from earlier.
“Yeah, I got one of those nausea spells.”
“Sweetie, go home. We’ll catch up another time.” Trisha suggested.
Derrick was already flagging down the waitress and paying for the tab. “D, stay. I don’t want to ruin your day out.”
He waved you off and continued to gather his things. “My day is better when I’m around you.”
Words like that made you feel like shit. Here was a good man treating you like a queen, but you were in the bathroom getting fucked like a slut by Terry. Derrick didn’t deserve any of this shitty treatment. You should let him go but was Terry the right choice? With him, that was temporary. Derrick could be permanent.
“You sure?”
“Yes baby.” He dapped up the guys and hugged your girls. “I’ll catch y’all later.”
You said your goodbyes as well and pretended like you didn’t see Terry staring daggers your way.
If Derrick knew anything was going on, he didn’t let you know. He drove you home and made sure you had everything to feel better. With coaxing, you had convince Derrick to go home. No sooner than he backed out of your driveway, than Terry pulled in.
He didn’t even have the sense to knock on the door. Terry used his spare key and let himself in. “I’m gonna need that back.” You held your hand out for your key.
“Why?”
You had to pretend the way his chest filled out his black collared shirt didn’t affect you. “Because you’re abusing its use. You can’t just barge in here and fuck me on the couch and then send me on a date and pretend everything is normal.”
He laughed, but shit wasn’t funny. “I don’t send you out on no fucking date. You keep insisting on going on a date with that nigga. Miss me with all of that.”
“See, you got me confused as fuck. You’re acting like you want to be a couple, knowing full well that we won’t work in the long run. Maybe you won’t find your mate in my lifetime, but that’s no way to live. Knowing that I would never measure up to your one true love.”
Hurt flashed across Terry’s face. He probably didn’t mean to cause you any type of strife. Really this was your fault for letting it go on for so long. You always preached knowing your place and now you fucked around and caught feelings for your best friend, a man whose heart already belongs to another. It’s probably selfish, but you prayed he didn’t find his mate while you were alive. Seeing him in love with another woman, just might kill you.
“YN, if you let me explain,” urgency laced Terry’s voice. Any other occasion you would hear him out, but not this time.
Without giving him the courtesy of explaining you opened your front door. “Please leave. I need some time to think.”
Terry always respected your space. He validated your feelings and allowed you to sit in them. “I’ll call you later.” He kissed your cheek, knowing your lips were off limits.
His cologne lingered in the air minutes after he left. The scent caused you to be so deep in your thoughts that you missed the words uttered behind your door.
