Summary: As the warm night lingers on, you drunk dial an ex boyfriend, who happens to be your roommate, while he’s on assignment and now here you two are, spread out on your living room couch.
A/N I: My first (and possibly only) drabble, but this is actually x reader this time. I’m not using Y/N though. May have brought some of @dollys-world224’s idea to life 🤭🤭
Soft whimpers are heard throughout the small, luxurious apartment that sits in downtown Miami, the heat steaming up against the walls, leaving some sweat residue.
Underneath the ceiling fan blowing down coolness was you, drunk off your mind after another date that began with you being stood up, coming home and drinking a full bottle of wine before calling up someone you shouldn’t be bothering or you’ll regret it in the morning.
You keep on making incoherent sexual noises only you and the person you’re currently bouncing up and down on can hear.
Except this person was your Terrance.
Your fine ass space agent roommate who’s fat dick is poking against all of your sweet spots you can’t even reach with your own hands, fucking you like he finally getting a taste after a long wait.
Well. It was considering you and him been on and off for a couple years now, breaking up over your unsettled stance on wanting to travel with him as he did his assignments for his job while you worked yours or you moving to a different country for it, which he hated.
“What did I tell you, hm?” he asked in his deep British accent before slapping your ass, hearing your moan loudly.
“I. Should. Stop. Seeking. Out. When. I. Still. Got. You!” you cried out harshly, each word coming out as you thrust your hips down to his.
He growled before placing a sloppy kiss on your lips, hooking his arms under your legs before standing up carefully, lifting you with him.
He begins bouncing you up and down on his dick at a snappily pace, consistently hitting a sweet spot near your cervix, with you moaning his name out seductively.
“That’s right. You better say my name.” he mumbled, groaning at how quick you clench and unclench around him, missing that feeling.
You laughed quietly, but is cut off when you can feel your release approaching once again, burying your face into his neck.
“Hey!” as Terrance slapped your ass, making you look up all wide eye.
“Look at me while I’m fucking you through it.” he ordered, watching you nodded profusely as he slammed hard into you, signaling his release was coming.
“Oh my god…..” you cried out drunkenly, trying to push yourself off.
“It’s too much….you got too much dick!” you uttered, but he laughs, laying your body against the edge corner of the couch.
“You’re a big girl, you can take all of me.” he replied before speeding up his brutal strokes, watching you tremble underneath him.
“You owe me for making me leaving my assignment during work hours, knowing this.” he said, licking up your neck, which almost took you out.
You groaned loudly, feeling his hand slowly wrap around your neck, squeezing it a bit.
He was right since he was still in his polo dress shirt, but everything else? Gone, including your own clothes.
“Say you’re sorry.” he ordered, deepening his dick inside more, slowing down a bit.
“I’m sorry.” you said quietly, your release itching near.
His hand squeezed tighter, making you gasp and throw your head back, whining at how even more good this is feeling.
“Use your big girl voice. And wisely.” he said before grinding his hips into your pussy, hearing its wetness squelching loudly.
“I’m sorry for making you leave your job because of my neediness!” you cried out, almost wanting to rub your clit.
Terrance laughed darkly, kissing all over your face before lifting himself up, still pounding into you and moaning from it.
Both of you are sweaty and fighting against your nuts, not sure who’s gonna break first.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” he said in an exhausted voice, letting your neck go.
“Me too.” you uttered, twisting your nipples.
“Uh uh.” as he pushed in at a slight angle.
“You can’t cum until you say nobody, and I mean nobody, is allowed to fuck you like how I fuck you.” he said, eyeing you down.
“Terrance, please….I need to cum bad.” you whined, trailing your hand to your clit.
However, he’s quick to stop it, bringing it to his lips and sucking on your wrist, hearing you whine even more, beginning to slowly pass out.
“Holy shit…” you breathed out, your breathing slightly harsh.
“Come on.” he said, his mouth twitching as he can feel you clenching around him.
“I know you want to say it with that nasty voice of yours. You was talking filthy all over the call and shit.” he said lustfully, dragging his hot tongue over your hand.
You sucked your teeth loudly, feeling like your body is going to exploded if you don’t give in.
So you do.
“This pussy is yours, Terrance!” you breathed out, your legs tightening.
“Nobody else is allowed inside this but you and that fat ass dick of yours!” you added, tears pouring of your eyes.
He nods hungrily, licking his lips as he threw his head back, moaning sinfully as he speeds up his strokes, both of your moans mixing in.
“Alright. Cum for me” he said, slamming in one more time.
On cue, you cum hard on his dick, your essence spraying out, creating a tsunami under you and between y’all as your weak, erotic cries fill up the room, your body shaking a bit.
He cums really hard into your pussy, his hot seed flowing in like he’s been holding back from release all day, feeling very hot and sticky against his strained groans, squeezing the pillow next to you.
He collapses on top of you, nestling his head between your breasts before slowly falling asleep, breathing softly.
“You’re mine again…” is the last thing he says before falling asleep, his snores following.
You smile softly, rubbing his back in agreement before you fall asleep, exhausted from yet another session of him tearing up your walls.
A/N II: This was a surprise, to be quite honest. But I hope everyone enjoyed it just as much as I did, spending an hour writing this.
All this talk of a South Park colab with Fortnite coming soon made me 'member of an older colab SP did with a video game which was Pinball FX so I decided to datamine the files and why not share some of its assets.😄Here's the character models.
The main 4 boys.
Butters, Bike-Curious Butters, Vampire Butters, Stephen Stotch
Marjorine, Professor Chaos, General Disarray
Native Hawaiian Butters, Native Hawaiian Kenny, Cartman's outfit from "Marjorine", Chef
Mantequilla, Mexican Kenny, Mexican Kyle, Terrance and Phillip
Pajamas Bebe, Pajamas Wendy, Various characters in 1 piece textures
2nd one is a placeholder version of the 1st one. Lastly some shared model pieces.
terrance (foe) x black!reader
summary ; you can't sleep, and you are missing the one thing that helps...
word count ; 1.4k
warnings ; none - fluff and a lil suggestive if you squint I GUESS LMFAO
｢ author's note: tis my first writing so enjoy ! thought about this random concept a couple days ago and it felt perfect for terrance + i don't see enough for him so hopefully it does him justice even if a little. ENJOY !! ｣
You settle yourself into bed after a long day, trying your best to attempt to fall asleep. You’ve done just about everything you can think of that usually helps, but tonight is just one of those nights…
You scratch lightly at your head and turn over to look at the time on your vanity; it’s just half past 2am. Which means you’ve been lying here...awake for almost 2 hours, and you are annoyed, to say the least. You lie on your back once more and throw your arms out to your sides, grunting frustratingly at the increasing tiredness in your bones, but to no avail nor surrendering of actual sleep.
You reach out your right hand to the empty side of your bed, already knowing why you can’t sleep. You turn to your left side, closing your eyes softly for a moment. You never thought you could miss someone so much, and yet…
Your…honestly, you don’t know what he is to you if you’re being honest with yourself. And somehow, this slight confusion you sit in only makes you miss him that much more.
The world is so much different than before; calling him your boyfriend feels severely lacking, and calling him your husband feels too heavy. You open your eyes, shaking all your thoughts off as you look out the window of your comfortable apartment and try not to get caught up in trivial matters.
You just want him back. Your apartment feels entirely too small without him. Part of you almost hates the way you want and crave him, and then he looks at you and smiles, and all those feelings seem entirely unimportant.
You pull your heavy limbs out of bed, forcing yourself to go downstairs and busy yourself with anything other than your waning thoughts wrapped up in him and how his arms feel around you, how he perfectly slots himself to you, and how he always smells like lavender and cinnamon.
You feel your neck grow warm, imagining him there as you start the water in the kettle on the stove so you can make some tea. You take out a mug, some sugar, and milk, putting together your tea, and before you even realize it, you’ve unconsciously taken out a second, and you’re already halfway through making the cup.
You pinch the bridge of your nose, knowing for sure that you’re entirely too sleepy. The brain fog is worse than it’s ever been, and before you can even decide what you’ll do with the cup, you hear the lock turning and him attempting to come in as quietly as he possibly can so as not to wake you.
You laugh to yourself and take a seat at the table, leaving his cup on the counter as you take a sip from yours. He takes off his shoes and hangs his jacket, leaving his work bag near the door as he ducks his head into the kitchen.
Immediately locking his surprised and very exhausted eyes with your own, he softens as you nod your head towards the cup. He can’t help but smile to himself as he pulls a chair up next to you.
"I’m sorry…I’m sorry…" he says in an exhausted tone, which partially makes you smile, not so much because he’s tired, but more so cause it’s reassuring to know you weren’t the only one that had a long day. You shake your head warmly at him and take another sip of your tea, allowing its warmth to envelop you.
The way he casually puts a hand on your bare leg, almost mindlessly stroking against it; despite knowing nothing he does is ever without thought and careful consideration, it still manages to send shivers up your spine while simultaneously calling forth that tiredness from earlier and you feel it settle itself into the home it’s made within your body.
You exhale softly and set your mug down.
"No reason to apologize. I was already up anyway, couldn’t sleep…” you say softly as you shrug your shoulders. He takes a sip from his mug and stares at you for a moment.
It isn’t much, but it manages to steal just a bit of air from your lungs. You have to force yourself to look away as you try and focus on your mostly empty cup, giving yourself a moment to recover. However, that moment doesn’t last too long, as he stops his ministrations and takes another sip of his tea, all while keeping his eyes trained on you, as if trying to read what’s going on in your head.
You use this chance to stand up and put your mug in the sink.
“How was your day, sweetheart?” Something about the way he asks makes the hair on the back of your neck stand at attention. You hold yourself against the sink, trying to consider what you even did today. And as you think, he presses himself against you, leaning his forehead against your shoulder and placing his hands on either side of the sink.
You turn to face him, exhaling steadily. His being so close after nearly two months of barely seeing him almost makes you close your eyes, ignoring his question just to enjoy the warmth between you for a moment longer.
"I-It was ok- it was fine…how was yours?" you ask through a small whisper. His hands immediately find their way to your hips, waist, and back, pulling himself further into you. He bends his neck down to attempt to catch your eyes.
"You running from me?" His playfully sleepy words cause you to look him directly in the eyes, slightly embarrassed but mostly surprised by his words.
"No, just missed you is all…"
He leans into you, laying his face in your neck, humming in sarcastic agreement, and gives you small kisses, breathing you in. His arms wrap around you in a protective and possessive hold.
"Mmhmm…tell me about your day. I've missed you."
Your hands instantly find their way around his shoulder and on the nape of his neck, gently stroking at the new growth. You can't help but smile to yourself tenderly as you enjoy this moment with him.
"It was fine, been pretty busy at the library, lots of new visitors but other than that it's been the us-" You find yourself mincing words and forgetting because the running of his nose against your neck, and small kisses are thoroughly distracting. Chuckling, you give him a small kiss on the forehead.
"You aren't even listening, are you?"
He mumbles something you can't quite catch and continues his attention, adorning you with all the affection he feels he's missed out on giving and, in a way, receiving with work taking him away from you.
"M'listening…just missed you is all…missed you. Sorry I been gone." You nod softly, understanding the sentiment all too well. You close your eyes and enjoy the comfort he provides, listening to his soft breathing and allowing that tiredness to creep back into your limbs and let yourself lean impossibly further into him. After a few moments, you call out to him softly, earning a hum from him.
"Come, let's go to bed…" He looks up at your words, eyes full of sleepiness, as they fall over each part of your face delicately, meeting your own as he nods softly in agreement.
You grab his hand, leading him upstairs to your room. You lie down, watching as he takes off his work clothes, and he laughs sleepily as he climbs into bed next to you, pulling you flush against him. You watch him close his eyes softly as you trace the small barely noticeable scars along his face, around his eyes and ear.
"Watching me…creep…" he says through a drowsy mumble, and you can already tell he will be asleep soon. You shake your head as you laugh softly and kiss his temple.
His gentle breathing and warm hold lull you along with him into a heavy sleep. Having him so close again makes you forget about the long and cold nights without him, almost like he was never gone in the first place.
Though you aren't fully sure where to place yourself and Terrance, you are sure of two things. You've both missed one another considerably, and you never sleep more soundly than you do when he's here holding you.
Trivial thoughts for a later time; right now, he's here…and you both couldn't be more at ease.
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