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read. NEOWWWMKDKBDBHDKCD (i was meowing through this whole fic)

omg omg loved the derek fic so much, i’ll be anxiously waiting for part two ❤️🫶🏻

million dollar man | derek danforth x reader - part 2

thank you so much anon!!! so glad you liked it! :') hope you enjoy this part! <3

word count: 3.5k

warnings/disclaimers: (18+ only!) fem!reader (no use of y/n), one reference to being high, use of pet names (baby, sweetheart, girl, etc), making out/kissing, hickeys on reader, explicit consent, descriptive fingering & oral (f receiving), overstimulation (in a way), filthy dirty talk, praise w/ hardly any degradation, established control by derek, tiny bit angsty, cute fluff w/ a happy ending <3

for the biggest derek fucker i know, @sugarevans: i hope you love it just as much as i loved writing it for you 🤍

ao3 link | masterlist

read part 1 here! a lot of things might not make sense if you haven't :)

You never thought you’d ever be in this position.

Making out with Derek Danforth; hands gripping every inch of your body, high out of your mind, is something most wouldn’t ever imagine doing.

Yet, here you were, doing just that.

And hell, was it better than you ever imagined.

His lips were like fire on yours, burning you up and up the more he hungered for your kiss and touch. He was eager; desperate to taste you and everything you had to offer, something that he’s wanted for as long as he could remember.

Ever since he first saw you, he knew what he wanted, and now that he could finally have it? Nothing was stopping him.

“D-Derek,” You gasped once his lips pulled away from yours, giving you a second to breathe as your back pressed into the luxurious couch, his body on top of you, “You’re okay with this, right?”

You wanted to make sure, despite how eager you were yourself. You couldn’t help but overthink it, fighting between not wanting to give yourself to the selfish man in front of you, and wanting to give yourself up completely.

Now, all of those months convincing yourself that you didn’t want him were for nothing.

And, God, were you fucking okay with that.

He gave you a grin, letting out a small chuckle as he shook his head, almost as if you were crazy for even asking him that. “Been waiting for this forever, baby.. ‘Course I fucking am,” He breathed out, pressing kisses on your lips that slowly began to trail downwards; to your cheek, your jaw, then your neck, sending chills throughout your entire body.

You were sensitive when it came to his touch, and along with his kisses, his wandering hands couldn’t help but feel for every single part of you. One of his forearms held him up, keeping him steady as the other reached for your jaw, lifting your head up so he could have more access to your skin.

You shuddered at the feeling of his soft lips on your neck, forcing a light moan out of your mouth as he started to suck and lick, warning you of a feeling that was all too familiar.

You breathed heavily, letting out a small, “Wait,” as you attempted to relax. “I c-can’t.. go out like that if you.. do that,” You protested, hoping he understood what you meant.

And that, he did.

He pulled away for a split second, eyes looking up at you as he asserted himself confidently, the same Derek you’ve always known. “Yeah, you can, baby. Need to make sure everyone knows you’re mine now. That clear?”

You lick your lips, opening your mouth to protest again, but you don’t get very far. He tuts his tongue, expressing his disapproval as the action forces your mouth shut, “Nuh uh. You’re gonna let me do this, sweetheart. Been waiting too long now,” The hand on your jaw grips it just enough to make you focus on him, “Do I make myself clear?” He says, pausing with each word to enunciate it.

You nod immediately, every ounce of resistance you had in you disappearing as butterflies filled your stomach.

Normally, you’d put up a fight and maybe even walk out of a circumstance like this; But, you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t like this side of him.

The Derek that just takes and takes. Nothing you can say no to, and willingly, you’d allow.

“Need to hear you,” He instructs, voice stern as his eyes lock into yours. Derek may be the type to always want control, but he wouldn’t ever do anything you weren’t completely okay with.

You exhale softly and nod again, complying, “Crystal clear.” Your eyes flicker from his lips, lingering there for a moment before finding his eyes again, “Make me yours.”

The strict expression on his lips immediately shifts into a smirk, those words giving him every ounce of motivation to finish what he started.

He pushes himself up for a second and presses one long kiss to your lips, filthy and passionate as ever, muttering, “That’s my girl,” before finding himself back on your neck, doing exactly what he’s intended to do for months.

With your heavy breaths and gasps of his name filling his ears, he accomplishes the task easily; leaving a trail of hickeys all around your neck and cleavage, hands gripping your tits through your shirt. The swelling of the marks that his lips captivate leave you wanting more.

More than just his lips.

You take the chance to stop him, gently pushing his head away as you whine softly, “Need more, Derek.”

He shushes you, nearly reading your mind as he begins to lower himself, keeping eye contact with you. He lifts your shirt up as he moves, exposing your stomach to press kisses along the skin, until he finally reaches the one spot he’s fantasized about for so long.

The action and the thought of what he might do to you leaves your body shuddering, anticipating his next move. You’d let him do anything he wanted now.

He slowly unbuttons your pants, taking his time as if his eyes were memorizing every second of it. You help him slip them off, lifting your hips so he can easily remove them, the cool air in the room hitting your exposed skin. You feel yourself grow wetter, desperate for him to do something, anything to you.

He takes no time to waste putting your pants aside, kneeling in between your thighs and spreading your legs. His gaze flickers from your face down to your panties, chest moving up and down as he processes the sight in front of him; your darkening eyes, legs wide open for him.

Oh, what a beauty you are.

You await his next move, biting your bottom lip as you feel your core tighten, and he finally moves; taking his hand and sliding his fingers over your clothed cunt just for a second, feeling you for the first time. You shudder, gasping at his touch as your arousal seeps through your panties. You’re growing impatient, squirming with need.

“F-Fuck, Derek, touch me, please,” You whine, hips moving a bit to get any type of friction. He just presses down on your stomach, keeping you still as he tuts. “Shh, baby. Gonna take my fuckin’ time with you. Make you feel real good, yeah?” He states, using his other hand to cup it over your cunt.

It makes you gasp, body shaking from the sudden contact again. You press your lips together, quickly nodding as you accept his terms. You couldn’t possibly say no, anyways.

“Now,” He pauses, “Close that pretty mouth of yours n’ take what I give you,” He mutters sternly, but he isn’t done. “I’m gonna tell you what I’m gonna do to you, and you’re gonna be a good girl for me. Is that right?” He asks, fingers rubbing ever so softly against you.

You nod, shakily agreeing as you hold back from moving, “T-That’s right.”

He grins. “Good. You’re real pretty when you listen to me.”

You breathe shakily, stomach fluttering from his words and watching as he lowers to lay himself directly in between your thighs, hands now gripping them with his head facing you.

“Am I not when I don’t?” You retort, taking your chance to bite back.

He chuckles, “You know you’re more than pretty, baby.. I just like you like this more.”

You wouldn’t expect any less from him and his need for you.. And, if anything? It makes you want to be more like this for him.

“Giving yourself up to me..” He hums, caressing your thigh sensually and slowly, eyes devouring you, “Now, doesn’t that feel so much better?”

Before you can respond, his thumb slides from your inner thigh to slip underneath your panties, feeling for your slick slit as you hiss at the sudden contact, skin to skin. Fuck, he was unpredictable.

You gasp softly, walls involuntarily clenching around nothing. The way he was talking to you.. It was driving you crazy.

“No more talking back, no more excuses.. Now that I got you like this, honey. Just how it should be.. How you’re meant to be.” He continues, making your heart race. You were giving yourself up to him the more he spoke; the more he made you realize just how much you needed him, too.

The powerful, superior version of yourself.. crumbling all by the hands of the man who wants to see you break.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, sweetheart..” He tells you, eyes on your face as his thumb slides through your folds, “’M gonna eat you out and make you cum on my tongue..”

The tip of his thumb sinks inside of you, forcing a moan out of your mouth. You need more, breathing heavily as you process his words, envisioning all the things he’s putting inside of your head.

“And then, I’m gonna do it.. Again, and again, until you can’t anymore.”

His thumb then slips out of you, moving and using his fingers to hook itself at the hem of your panties, pulling them off of you roughly. It’s quick and seamless, leaving you completely exposed for him, legs spread wide enough for him to fix on your glistening core immediately.

His fingers glide in between your throbbing lips, soaked beyond your control as he grunts at the sight and feeling. “Fuck yeah, baby.. So fuckin’ wet, shit.”

He can hardly control himself, slowly inserting two of his thick, long fingers inside of you, the lewd sound coaxing a laugh out of his throat. He pumps his fingers deliberately, eyes indecisive on where to linger; your face or your cunt. He picks the latter, gaze fixed on your walls gripping his digits, memorizing the way you take them, squelching and slick with your arousal.

Your pants drive his movements faster, moaning his name softly as your core tightens each time his fingers slowly begin to fill you to the hilt, knuckle-deep inside of you.

You whine loudly, incoherent noises escaping your lips as you look down at him, squirming. “There we go, baby.. Look at how good you’re takin’ it.. pretty pussy begging for more.” He praises, taking his sweet time to pull his fingers out of you, watching how your hole closes from how empty you are.

Before you can register the feeling, he leans forward, sticking out his tongue to lick a stripe against your folds, the tip of it hitting your swollen clit. It makes your body jolt, the shock of the sensation igniting your nerves. It’s been a long fucking time since you’ve felt this good.

He moans out, breath hitting your cunt as it sends shivers down your spine. “Tastes fuckin’ good, baby.. Gonna fuck you with my tongue now, yeah?” He mutters, words hardly coherent enough for you before he latches his mouth around your clit, sucking it softly.

You cry out at the feeling, involuntarily squirming away as it overwhelms you. He was so fucking quick; desperate and needy. Before you could pull away from him, his arms wrap around your thighs, roughly pulling you close. He traps you with his hold, tongue now exploring your folds and devouring you like a starved man.

“Derek! O-Oh, fuck!” You groan, shutting your eyes tightly as your body overtakes you, short and quick breaths filling his ears. You feel him chuckle, sending small vibrations through your core as he slides his tongue inside of your hole, thrusting it in and out of you. His thumb then moves up to your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles against it, wanting to feel you shake.

And, you do, as your walls clench around his tongue, body writhing hastily, overwhelmed with pleasure and that familiar build growing inside of you. Your hand reaches for his hair, gripping the bleached locks that give you a single ounce of control.

Your grasp allows you to push his face further into your cunt, grinding yourself against his mouth as you chase your high, crying his name out as if it were the only word you knew. Your stomach fills with warmth, breaths quickening as you cum shakily on his tongue without any warning.

You moan out his name one last time, convulsing around him as you increasingly grow sensitive, releasing your grip on his hair. He doesn’t let up though, and your nerves gradually become delicate, forcing a whine out of you; a protest. “N-No.. No more, Derek, fuck, I c-can’t, please.” You stammer out, trying to writhe away from his grasp.

He only takes a second to pull away from you, shaking his head disapprovingly as he pulls you back to him, reestablishing his grasp on your thighs even tighter than before.

He looks up at you, eyes hungry for more, “That was only one, honey. Not enough. C’mon, know you can give me another, yeah.. Just one more..” He encourages you, using one of the hands wrapped around your thigh to give it small rubs, soothing your trembling body.

Your body involuntarily twitches, overstimulated from your first orgasm and the continuous contact on your skin. You just nod at him though, letting out a small “okay” so he can verbally hear it; something you’re starting to know that he likes from you.

He grins up at you, evidently satisfied at your actions. “There we go, you’re getting it now.. Such a good fucking girl.”

His praises cause your face to heat up, his approval of you becoming the one thing you never thought you’d need from him.

Turns out, you’re finding out a lot of things about yourself tonight that you didn’t know.

You take a deep breath in preparation, watching one of his arms unrestrain your thigh, hand moving towards your core. He glances back to your face, then to your pussy, pressing the tip of his index and middle finger to your entrance. You watch his face as he licks his lips, pressing them in slowly, almost excruciatingly slow.

You whine, the force of his fingers making your walls constrict around them, and your heart beats rapidly everywhere. You’re still tight, and he can feel it too.

He lets out a laugh as his eyes flicker to your face to watch it twist, and it feels mean. “You’re still so fucking tight, holy shit,” He chuckles again, fingers pulling out of you to rest against your hole, and shoving it back in deliberately. You cry out his name, incoherent words spilling out of your lips as you squirm away from him again.

He mutters out, “No, no, no, stay here, baby, come on,” and his large arm reaches to grip your waist, pulling you back to him once again. His forearm stays against your stomach now, pinning you into the couch so you can’t possibly move away. “Yeah, yeah, there y’go.” He draws out.

“Just gotta let yourself go, sweetheart.. Don’t fight it, c’mon..”

Your eyes shut tightly, and you listen to him, letting yourself go. The control in your body begins to fade, and he takes it as a sign to continue; fucking his thick fingers back into your cunt with an increasing pace and force.

You feel so full with him, but just as you think that, he adds a third finger, stretching you out further as he quickens his thrusts.

The lewd noises fill the room, your soaked folds flowing onto his hand and growing louder the faster he moves. Your pussy takes his fingers eagerly, engulfing them seamlessly. “Wish you could see what I’m seein’, honey.. Your cunt gripping every inch of my fucking fingers, fuck, so fuckin’ pretty. Doing so good, baby, I know it feels so good, huh?” His words are too much for you, along with his fingers moving so fast from how soaked you were.

They start to pound into that one spot inside of you that has you seeing stars, and you convulse around them, body twitching, but hardly affecting Derek from his harsh grip on you. It keeps you still for him, never stopping his moves as he lets out whispers of encouragement to you, praising you absentmindedly and breathing heavily against your cunt.

“Yeah, yeah, give it to me, baby, cum on my fucking fingers, please.” He whines out, his hips grinding against the couch, almost as if he was getting off to your own pleasure. You shake against him, chest heaving up and down as that heat in your core builds and builds, finally releasing as you climax with his name on your tongue.

You nearly scream it, unable to control yourself as your eyes roll to the back of your head, your walls clenching around his fingers over and over again uncontrollably. He stops his movements now, letting you come down from it slowly, pulling his fingers out of you as you tremble.

As you take deep breaths, heartbeat slowing, you flutter your eyes open to look at Derek, watching as he inserts his fingers in his mouth to taste you. He pulls them out with a pop and moves himself to lay over you, using his clean hand to move your hair out of your face.

He praises you, pressing a small kiss to your forehead with his eyes looking at you with so much pride. “Did so fucking good for me, baby. Knew you could do it, fuck yeah.” He hums, now pressing a kiss to your lips.

You accept it greedily, placing your hands on his chest, wanting to be as close to him as possible. Your feelings for him were overwhelming; one night of pleasure causing you to confront every thought & emotion you’ve ever had of him. And the way he was treating you now? God, it made it even harder for you to feel subtle about it.

And, maybe.. Just maybe.. it was because he was the best fuck you’ve ever had.

But, despite how sensitive you were, you couldn’t help but want more. And besides, you wanted him to feel good too, after bringing you so much satisfaction.

“Thank you, Derek.. B-But, what about you?” You asked shakily, body still trembling from your peak. He shook his head, caressing your face gently as he spoke, “Nah, baby, this was all about you.. It’s always been.. about you. To make you feel good.”

You let out a small laugh and shook your head yourself, in denial of it all. Did he really care for you this much?

Before you can ask him anything, he continues, spilling out every ounce of vulnerability he could allow himself to. “Took my chance after waiting all these months. I couldn’t just let myself be so.. selfish.. Not this one time.. Yeah?” He cocked his head, trying to see if you understood or not. He seemed almost jittery; nervous and anxious to even be telling you this.

You knew he was taking such a big leap to be telling you these things.. To be acting this way.

It didn’t go unnoticed by you at all.

You took the chance to joke with him, trying to ease the tension in the room. “Derek Danforth.. Not.. being selfish? Never thought I’d see the day.” You giggled, hoping he’d take it how you intended it to.

His head lowers to look down at your hands on him for a second, licking his lips as he takes his time to think about what to say to you. He takes a deep breath, looking back up at you as he sighs out.

“I’m trying..” He pauses, inhaling sharply, “Not.. to be.”

Your smile fades from your face, lips parting as you take in his words. It hits you, making you realize just how much he’s trying.

“At least.. Not with you, baby,” He purses his lips, swallowing, “Don’t wanna be selfish with you.. Not.. not anymore.”

You give him a small, gentle smile, nodding slowly in hopes to encourage him. You want him to open up to you; it’s all you’ve ever wanted from him.

“Derek, I..” You start, but he cuts you off.

“I know I.. I’ve been an asshole, to everyone, to you.. But, I don’t wanna be the guy.. That doesn’t deserve you anymore,” He admits quickly, almost wanting to rush it out before he bails out on it.

“I-I.. want to be the guy that does.”

He finally confesses it.. the one thing that’s been holding him down; the one thing that he’s finally managed to realize.

It wasn’t just you that captivated him.

It was the drive to change for you that did.

You let out a relieving breath, shutting your eyes as you press a passionate, genuine kiss on his lips. He takes it gratefully, sighing into your mouth as if the weight of the entire world was lifted off his shoulders.

You pull away from him, grinning as your glazed eyes glimmer at him.

“That’s a start, baby.. You’re already a mile ahead of that.” You tell him, honest and real; vulnerable yourself.

Maybe, Derek Danforth was more than capable of change.

Maybe.. Derek Danforth wasn’t so selfish after all.

Now, it was your chance to find out.

a/n: thank you so much for reading! i loved writing this and i might add onto it when writing for derek again to stay in this little world! :)

feedback & reblogs are always greatly appreciated <3

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reidbae · 4 months

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million dollar man | derek danforth x reader

summary: Derek Danforth takes great pleasure in paying for your company and your company only. He’s also a grade A asshole, who doesn't know how to take no for an answer. You come to him on a strict schedule, and, usually, he respects your life aside from him. But, for some reason, you can’t ever seem to get a hold of an evening with your friends without his intrusions. Corrupted with need, Derek persuades you to come to him with an offer of something.. more. Something that he knows will get your attention. What happens when the night ends in a way you wouldn't possibly expect?

word count: 3k

warnings/disclaimers: (18+ only!) fem!reader (no use of y/n), slight spoilers for "the beekeeper", reader's a broke college student, substance use (reader & derek smoke a joint and get high), (that's the "more" in the summary if that matters to anyone btw), use of pet names (baby, babe), derek's an asshole and a bit toxic (as expected), maybe ooc derek but? in a way, reader makes derek want to be better, a bittt of angst but it's worth it i promise, kissing, yeaa i think that's it, part 2 will have smut ofc!, this is kinda all over the place but i hope it makes sense lmfaoo

authors note: hi! i've been so so occupied w/ college, so i apologize sincerely for my sudden, longgg hiatus :') i miss writing all of the time </3 but, i saw the beekeeper on saturday and felt the need to write again! i've been super into jhutch for the past few months, so i hope you guys enjoy this one <3 part two should be coming asap :) so, consider this my brief comeback? but not really? i'm unpredictable

ao3 link | masterlist

part 2 coming soon!

Being one of the girls Derek Danforth keeps around, you’re bound to deal with some of the bullshit that comes along with it.

But unbeknownst to you, he likes you a little more than he'd like to admit.

He hasn't seen any of the others in weeks now, his mind only occupied with his thoughts of you and when you're not around. And when you're actually with him, paying for the pleasures of your company, he can't help but want more from you when he knows that's beyond your limits.

It's simple, really.

He's a lonely man, and he knows that; knows that his personality is hard to swallow and tolerate. Knows it's pathetic that all he can do is pay for people to actually stick around.

But, there's only so much a lonely man can take.

So, that's when he starts seeing you, exclusively, ‘cause to be fair? You’re the only one who’s bothered to stay by his side for this long.

The only one who’s ever made him feel.. something.

It’s been a few months now since you started seeing Derek. The first few visits from you immediately captured his attention; your disposition being unlike any he's ever encountered before.

Being surrounded by other like-minded people such as himself, it's safe to say that it's all he's ever known. The rich and prosperous life that everyone else around him has. The ability to get anything he wants in a blink of an eye, regardless of what it was, extravagant or not.

You on the other hand? It wasn't so easy.

Maybe it was because you were so hard to get. Maybe it was because he liked the challenge.

He didn't know why he was so captivated by you. But, what he did know was the fact that he needed to.

"Hey, I know we said next week, but I need you here now."

Derek had called you, urgently as it seemed while you were out. Despite the heads up you gave him about your upcoming plans the last time you saw each other, he didn't care, and that was something you were already preparing for.

"Derek, I told you: I can't do today. We agreed that it was fine." You spoke directly into the phone, walking away from your friends at the club you were at to a quieter area; away from the deafening music that shook every inch of the perimeter.

"Are you at a club right now?"

You sighed exasperatedly, the irritation in your tone evident as you reached an empty corridor near the bathroom, body leaning against the wall. "Yes, Derek, did I have to specify my plans to you as well?"

He let out a small laugh that made you stiffen, throat tightening.

"What's with the attitude, baby? It was a harmless fuckin' question."

You were used to this with him; the casual swearing, the way he spoke to you. It was nothing new, and everything you had already adapted to.

But, God, did it annoy the fuck out of you sometimes.

"No attitude. Just wondering why the hell you need me on my day off. I'm having some fun here, is that a problem?"

"Without me? 'Course it is," He exclaimed, his voice giving off his arrogance, "Why have fun there when you could be doin' that with me here?"

You swallowed sharply and licked your bottom lip, looking up and around you as you shook your head, hesitant on his inquiry. "I don't know, Derek.. I, I'm with my friends. Promised I'd be here tonight.." You paused, "They think I 'see you too much' already, y'know?"

"Fuck what your friends think. Come on, come see me, baby. I'll make it worth your while."

He was desperate, you could tell that much.

You rolled your eyes at that, your declaration already evoking his direct persuasions. "And how would you do that, Mr. Danforth?" You teased, "You know I don't play that shit with you."

He sighed into the phone, "Got something better then. You wanna relax, clear your head a bit? Fuck, I got it all for you," He implied what you thought he did, a slight weak spot that you didn't mind partaking in once in awhile.

He knew you were stressed with college, hence why you took this job in the first place; to ease the expenses you had to deal with. He also knew what you liked.

Still, who were you if one measly opportunity to get high bought you out?

"..And?" The word trailed off your tongue, drawing it out.

"I'll pay double tonight."

Too easy. "Fine."

You straightened yourself out, preparing to make up some lousy excuse to your friends of your departure. One that you knew they'd easily figure out.

"Text me the address."

Done. You heard the ding from the speaker of his phone alert him.

"Sending a car your way. Be out in 15."

You were intrigued by Derek.

Despite how much of an asshole he was, despite the privileged life that he's been able to live; the complete opposite of what you had been given.. you were intrigued by him.

The way he ticked, the way he carried himself.

The way everyone knew so much but so little about the President's son.

You almost felt special that his desires laid with you.

The roads that grew mundane to you towards Derek's estate made your heart race, the familiarity of it all still feeling so unbelievable to fathom.

You weren't like him; you were nothing like him. So, how in the hell did you get in this position?

The abrupt stop of the car you were in snapped you out of your head, and one of the workers Derek had around opened the door for you.

"Welcome back. Mr. Danforth has been waiting for you."

You smiled at the man and nodded, thanking him gracefully as you were led into the absurdly large residence you were still foreign to.

Before you could latch your eyes onto the man expecting you, his voice introduced himself into the room first, capturing your gaze.

"There's my girl. About time." Derek spoke loudly, and proudly at that, rushing towards you eagerly. He wore a blue suit with a cheetah print button up just underneath it, and you couldn't help but admit how nice it looked on him. His outfits could be outrageous at times, but it just worked with him.

You laughed at his remark. "I saw you two days ago, Derek."

He shook his head, grinning as he pressed a small kiss to your cheek. An affectionate gesture that you agreed to in your early days with him. "Two days, too long."

You rolled your eyes and gave him a small side hug, feeling a bit more eased at his calm demeanor. It seemed like he was completely different from the Derek you spoke to on the phone. Maybe he really did just need to see you.

But you? You had no idea why he chose you.

"Well, I'm here now.. What are you gonna do with me?" You tantalized, wanting to fuck with him as much as you could. The rules you set for yourself kept him in check, but you couldn't deny how fun it was to see him squirm.

You were confident, and you knew it. You knew he wanted you. But, you knew your worth, too. You weren't going to be so easy.

At least, not unless it was on your own circumstances.

He took a deep breath and put his hand on your lower back, beginning to lead you towards the abundant living room that he had all to himself. Matter of fact, he had the entire place to himself.

He glanced at your face as you took your steps, explaining himself clearly, "Just what you agreed to, baby. Got what you want right here." He took his hand off of you, walking towards the elegant box on the sofa table that he quickly opened up.

Pulling out something small, he lifted it up to you, revealing the perfectly rolled up joint that put a slight smirk on your face.

Well, here we fucking go.

"You're staying true to your word, Danforth. Just what I like to see," You commented, walking up to him, "Well, don't keep me waiting."

He shook his head and scoffed lightly, "Get comfortable, then."

He sat on the couch and patted next to him, and you followed right along, the lighter suddenly in his hand igniting to present the orange flame that flickered in your eyes.

He placed the joint in between his lips, lighter hovering above the end of it as it makes that familiar sound, papered edges burning crisp. He takes a drag of it, shutting his eyes as he lets the smoke fill his mouth before inhaling it into his lungs. A familiar warmth already seeping into the environment around you.

Without a second to waste, he urges you to come closer, muttering out a, "C'mere baby," before he places the tip of the joint in between your lips for you.

You quickly take the chance to take a drag yourself, repeating his every move as you shut your eyes blissfully, the herbal scent of it filling your nose from Derek's own smoke escaping his mouth.

"Yeah," He draws out, "There you go," He mutters as he watches you intently, taking in your hazy state as you evidently begin to relax. "Feels good?"

You swallow as you flutter your eyes back open to him, slight butterflies spreading to your stomach.

..That was the weed. Not him. Definitely not him.

You just nodded as he pulled it away from you, sleekly mustering out, "Great. Feeling better already."

He smirked at you and cocked his head, "Already? We're just gettin' started, babe."

You huffed and leaned back against the couch, getting yourself more comfortable as you shook your head, "Alright, Mr. Professional over here. I don't smoke as much as you, you know that." You sighed.

"I know, I know, m' just fucking with you. Besides, you got me here now, anyways," He teased, scooting a bit closer to you, "C'mon, open up." He urged you, taking another drag coolly, eyes stuck on you.

You quickly listened, lips parting to open wide, expecting the sudden smoke that filled the air to hit you. He blew it out in your face, making you giggle from the feeling as your lungs took it in.

He licked his lips as his gaze lingered on yours, lips slowly closing shut as your body increasingly felt lighter, the substance overwhelming your foggy brain.

The more the seconds passed, the more his eyes darkened, consuming you completely.

A part of you couldn’t help but like it.

There was something so sensual about it. You knew that; there was no denying it. And maybe it was the weed too, but fuck, did it feel good with him right now.

Right now, Derek Danforth was not the condescending asshole that you occasionally dreaded being around.

Right now, Derek Danforth was slowly becoming the one thing that you craved the most.

Fuck, it really was the weed.

"Give me that." You distracted yourself from your heavy thoughts, reaching for the joint in between his fingers. He handed it to you and leaned back against the couch himself, body angled to face you entirely.

He couldn't take his eyes off of you, and now, it was you who was bound to squirm.

You avoided his gaze, taking one last drag before giving it back to him eagerly. There was only so much you could take, and normally you'd want more, but you couldn't help but fear the possibility of any more of it multiplying these thoughts of him.

The feelings that you continuously needed to deny.

Your eyes locked onto the center table just in front of you, suddenly feeling incredibly curious about the intricately built legs that screamed wealth.

Now, he obviously wasn't as high as you, because the next thing that leaves his mouth sounds a bit too coherent for him to be.

"Don't know how you went this long without me."

Your head snapped to him at that, stomach suddenly tightening with confusion at his words. A direct, accusative statement you couldn't have possibly expected to hear from him.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing. Just.. with college, with this, with experiences like this.. You need me. Obviously." He exclaimed confidently, as if you should’ve known that already.

There he was. The asshole.

You sharply inhaled, scoffing as you shook your head, staring down at your lap. Your hazy mind can't even help you form words, except for the one phrase that doesn’t do your defense any justice.

"I don't.. I don't need you." The tone of it is light, gentle as it rolls off your tongue, and you hate that you're not in the right headspace for this right now.

He laughs at that. The same laugh that always makes you stiffen, freezing in your place.

"You don't.. you don't need me?" He mocks you as he takes another drag from the joint, putting it out on the ashtray in front of him, "Everybody needs someone, baby.. You shouldn't try so hard to deny that." He taunts you, and you know that it's what he wants from you.

For you to lash out. For you to show him any ounce of vulnerability that you've managed to keep composed since this relationship began.

"Especially not from someone who treats you so.. Right." He whispers out, almost grimly as he leans in closer to you, face merely inches away.

You slowly turn your head now, facing him as you shut your eyes gauzily, mind still lost in your mix of emotions. You hate him; you want to hate him so badly, but you can't.

Some fucked up part of you can't let yourself.

But, that doesn't stop you from putting up a fight.

"You treat me.. right? Is that what you think?" You begin, eyebrows furrowing as you attempt to hold yourself back, "You're an asshole, who treats everyone like shit, Derek."

He laughs, a cruel noise escaping his lips; an unexpected action that urges you on, pushing you further.

"You.. You completely disregard my feelings, my, my plans, everything in my life that doesn't have anything to do with you, you're unbearable, you—"

He cuts you off then, inching closer to you as he grins at that, "Then why the fuck do you stick around? If I'm so fucking unbearable, baby, why do you bother with me?"

"Because maybe.. there's some part of me that hopes you'll stop being such a piece of shit, Derek!" You explode now, aggravated and pushed to your limits. Pushed to show you care for him in some way.

Was this his plan all along?

You don’t know, but you let out one final remark, unable to control yourself now that you've already begun, "But, I don't fucking need you. You need me." You spit out, your seething glare locked on him.

"I need you?" He spews out, almost as if it's too unbelievable to even hear.

"Yeah, you need me."

"I need you?" He repeats bitterly.

You swallow, blatantly whispering, "You need me, Derek."

He continuously denies you, his composure slowly leaving him the more you open your mouth.

“I don’t need you. I don’t fucking need anyone.” He’s quick to say defensively as he turns away from you, refusing to allow you to get to him.

But, you know it now. You’re getting under his skin.

You press further, head closing in near his to make sure he hears your words loud & clear.

“You randomly pulled me out of my plans tonight and brought me here, Derek. What fucking for? I know you didn’t just need my fucking company. Not after you persuaded me to come. I know you better than that now.”

He shakes his head, rapid and tense, unknowingly egging you on.

“Why do you care about what the fuck I do? Who I see? Hell, even my fucking life! I thought this was all just business to you. What happened to that?”

He pauses then, processing it all. Something he's never been compelled to do before.

“..What happened to that, Derek?” You push, tone composed & steady now.

Before you can continue your little speech, before you can push him any further, he crumbles instantly; voice direct and harsh as he finally reviles into your exertions.

"I don’t—I don’t fucking know, okay! Yeah, maybe you're fucking right. Maybe that's why I always want you around. Maybe that's why you're the only fucking person that I ever want to be around. I—I just—"

“You just what?” You need to hear it, desperation seething through your voice.

He bursts out now, head turning to face you as he spits out his confession. “I can’t fucking think of anything else but you. I can’t be around anyone else without wishing it was fucking you.”

There it fucking is. But, he’s not done.

“You drive me fucking crazy, baby,” He laughs at himself, pathetic with his vulnerable words that no one else has ever gotten to hear, “And I don’t know what the fuck to do ‘cause I know this isn’t what you signed up for, but fuck, maybe I.. I do fucking need you, I don’t fucking—”

You can’t control the next thing you do.

Well, maybe you can, but you really don’t fucking want to.

It's your turn to cut him off now, after the countless times he’s done it to you; by placing your lips on his, eager and desperate as your hands slip from your lap to cup his face and pull him in close, chasing the high of his lips on yours.

He shuts his eyes as you do the same, swallowing sharply once you break it apart, eyes set on him as you await his response.

His wide eyes lock onto yours now, and he whispers out your name, shocked and unsteady, and almost in an attempt to stop you.

"God, just shut up for once." You interrupt him, pushing your lips back onto his before he can protest any further. He moans into your mouth, hands moving to grip your hips eagerly, his body closing in on you completely.

Let's just say, you don't feel so high anymore. You’re no longer confused.

You're more sure of this than anything in your fucking life.

part two should be coming this week! feedback & reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

#derek danforth #derek danforth x reader #derek danforth x you #derek danforth smut #derek danforth x reader smut #derek danforth fanfiction #the beekeeper #the beekeeper fanfiction #derek danforth fic

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Do you have a link to your masterlist? Love your work!!

aaa thank you so much 😭❤️ i do still need to make a masterlist! hopefully i will have one up soon <3

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derek: she was anemic and i was her iron man

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DAY 31: Scream, Part 2

KINKTOBER 2023: masterlist

PART 1

summary: When you, Aaron, and Spencer get home from a Halloween party, your two boyfriends have more things in store for you than you could have ever imagined: And lots of ways to make you scream.

pairing: dom!spencer reid and dom!aaron hotchner x sub!fem!reader

warnings/mentions: use of pet names for reader (princess, honey, angel, baby), reader is fairly shy, spencer and hotch are both more rough/hard!dom but spencer is still kinda soft, obv use of masks and veryyy heavily implied mask kink, knife play, pain play (ish), use of handcuffs, spanking (kinda) and ass grabbing, loads of degradation and a bit of praise, hair pulling, blowjobs, crying from stimulation, vaginal sex, unprotected piv sex (pls do not do this), choking, teasing, anddd lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: part one of this was posted day before yesterday but i think you could read this as a stand alone, no context is really needed to enjoy it! hope y'all enjoy and had an amazing halloween <3

wc: 4.2k

tags: @nalycandy @prettyboydrspencerreid @mega-kittyglitter-1 @mrs-ssa-hotch @boimlers-gonna-boim

You, Aaron, and Spencer were all at Aaron's home now, having just gotten there after the party had come to a close.

You closed the door behind you, giving a slow, heavy sigh as you locked it. "Well, that was fun," you said with a huff, setting your work bag and keys down as you spoke. While you did love your coworkers, your social battery had been drained, and you were glad to be in only the presence of the two people you loved most.

"Oh, it was," Aaron smiled at you, a tone of implication behind his voice. You rolled your eyes at him as he pressed a loving kiss to your forehead. "Very fun."

"I agree," voiced Spencer, who was removing his vest in the living room. "Although I'm not too big on social gatherings. It's really you two that made it tolerable," Spencer remarked as he took his vest off of his body. "And the candy. That was nice, too."

You and Aaron looked over at Spencer, laughing at his words. "That's a good way of looking at it," you giggled at him, Aaron laughing along with you. "So, what's on the agenda for the rest of the evening?" you then asked.

Aaron then looked at Spencer with a smirk across his face, before looking back at you. "I don't know, baby. What do you want to do?" he asked playfully, pulling you in closer by your hips.

You nervously smiled up at him in response, giving him a shrug. "I- Well," you trailed off, biting down on your lip as you considered the words that were about to leave your mouth. "Maybe—We can pick up where we left off?" you asked hopefully.

"I like the sound of that," Aaron smiled at you, before turning his head to look at Spencer, who had since gotten up. "Huh, Reid? That sound like a plan?" he asked.

Spencer gave a smile of his own, nodding his head as he approached the two of you. He then ran a hand through your hair, looking down at you with caring eyes. "I think that sounds good to me," Spencer smiled.

Knowingly, he then gazed at Aaron, just before saying, "Why don't you wait in the bedroom, sweetheart?" a sly smile across his face as he did, like the two of them knew something you didn't.

Which was likely the case.

"Why?" you couldn't help but ask in a curious manner, wondering what the two of them were planning. Your eyes flickered from Aaron to Spencer as you did your best to gauge what was going on.

Needless to say, your profiling skills were failing you.

"Nothing, angel, nothing, just—Do what I told you to, okay? Can you do that for me?" Spencer asked in that honeyed tone of voice he always used on you, knowing that it'd always work.

You nodded a little too eagerly, ready to see what it was that these two had planned for you already. "Yeah. Yeah, I can," you responded to him.

Spencer smirked at Aaron, before pressing a loving kiss to your temple. "There's our good girl. Now, go ahead, angel," Spencer cooed to you.

You obliged his ask, smiling at the two of them before going up to Aaron's bedroom, taking a seat on the bed that you'd laid in so many times.

It was only five or so minutes before the two of them walked into the room. Now, both of them were more or less in the same attire, with the both of them wearing a white collared shirt, black slacks, and a belt: Only Spencer was wearing a tie, that was undone around his neck.

And, the catch: They were both wearing their Ghostface masks.

Your response was quick as you felt your cheeks go warm, your head going dizzy with arousal. You looked back and forth from Aaron to Spencer, looking them up and down as they approached you.

You were as equally nervous as you were turned on.

"What? We told you we'd finish this later, didn't we?" Aaron reminded you in response to the face you had made, his voice teasing as the two of them were now in front of you.

"Y- Yeah, you did," you stuttered out, your cheeks growing even hotter at the remark. You couldn't manage to look at them now that they were so close and looked down, doing what you could to balance your breathing.

"Nervous, princess?" Spencer asked you in a chuckle, his hands in his pockets as he looked down at you.

"No," you tried to say, playing with your fingers as you looked down at your feet. You were lying through your teeth, obviously. You just wished you were better at hiding it.

"So, why—" you began, taking a slow breath. You then looked up at them, willing yourself the courage to keep your eyes on Aaron and Spencer. "Why did you guys take so long to get up here?"

"Oh, well—We were just talking about what it is we want to do to you," Aaron explained, like it was a fact that you should have already known. "And we got something."

"Mmhm," hummed Spencer in response. The taller man leaned down in front of you, then removed his mask from his face so that you could see him. "And we want to play a little game with you, princess. As long as it's okay with you."

You gaze at him with a shy look in your eyes, moving your eyes to peer over at Aaron before responding. "Y- Yeah, okay. So, um, what's the game?" you asked, tilting your head.

"Well—We want you. And we want to have fun with you just like normal. Only, there are some—Kinkier things we want to try this time," Spencer explained to you.

You nodded, wondering just what those things were. The three of you were always trying to expand on the things that you did in the bedroom, and had tried a number of kinky things in the past, so you weren't opposed to this idea.

"That sounds fine with me. But what's the catch?" you asked, because if there's one thing you knew about Aaron and Spencer, it was that there was always a catch.

"The catch is—One word, and we stop. That's your only rule, honey. No talking, cussing, any of that stuff. Not one word," Aaron explained further to you. When he took note of the bewildered expression across your face, he then said, "We just like to see you squirm."

Of course.

"Oh," was the only word that you really had in response to that.

"Mmhm. After we tell you what we want to do to you, and after you tell us what you feel okay with doing, you can't talk at all. And if you do, well—We'll see from there," said Spencer.

"So, princess? What do you think?" Spencer asked you, looking into your eyes as he did. You giggled nervously, crossing your legs and fixing your dress as you considered doing this.

There was really only one valid answer.

"I want to. I really want to. Just—Tell me what you want to do to me," you said eagerly, smiling up at them.

Spencer smiled back at you, putting a hand on your thigh and rubbing you slowly as he spoke to you. "Attagirl. I knew you'd want to. And I'm glad you do."

"Me, too. Now," said Aaron in a firm tone of voice, causing both you and Spencer to look up at him. "We'll explain what it is we want to do with you, and then we can start, honey. Okay?"

You nodded once more, more than ready to hear what they had planned for you already.

Aaron and Spencer explained what those "kinky" things were that they wanted to try with you. The first one, pain play, was something that you had experienced in the bedroom before, mainly from Aaron by way of choking, or spanking.

The second one, bondage, was one that you had also done with the two of them, but it'd only been done on you with the thin fabric of Spencer's tie. Unlike those times, Aaron and Spencer would be using real handcuffs on you.

The last one, probably the kinkiest one on the whole agenda, was one that you had never experienced before. Not from Aaron, not from Spencer, and not from anyone else.

Knife play.

It was one that you had considered, due to seeing or reading it in media, such as books, shows, and movies, but never something that you believed you could really try with your two boyfriends. It was incredibly kinky, and likely unscrupulous for three FBI profilers to be engaging in.

But then again, you didn't really care.

Once the three of you went over safe words and rules of thumb, Aaron made the first move, pushing you back onto the bed. "Clothes off, baby," Aaron whispered to you, his mask in your face as he did.

With your back now leaning on the headboard, you wordlessly removed your dress, pulling it over your head to reveal your bra and underwear to your boyfriends. Then off came your heels, jewelry, and underwear.

Your bra was the last thing that came off your body as you slowly removed it, throwing it on the ground without a care in the world about it.

The two men reveled in the naked view of you, Spencer giving you a small smirk before putting his mask back onto his face.

"God, look at you, princess," Spencer cooed, running his hands over your thighs in a gentle caress.

"Gonna have so much fun with her, aren't we?" Aaron mumbled more to himself than to Spencer, taking the time to let his eyes roam over your body.

Aaron then got on the bed and crawled in the middle of your legs, spreading them open for better access to your body. His hands danced along the insides of your thighs, causing you to shiver in desire. "Remember, honey. No talking."

You gave him a silent nod, eager to please both him and Spencer.

And, really, you were eager for some much needed attention that you'd been craving since the party.

"Good girl," Aaron whispered, before removing bis mask and attaching his lips to yours, locking you into a fervid kiss.

Your tongues moved together in a passionate whirl as Spencer walked around the bed and sat down next to you, gazing at the two of you as you made out. Desire bubbled inside of you at an incomprehensible speed as the kiss ensued.

Aaron's hands were moving down to rub hard circles into your thighs as his mouth moved in time with yours, and you did your best to move them closer to him. Taking note of your need, Aaron began to touch you where he knew you needed him most.

As Aaron's fingers ran circles into your clit, a new pair of hands grabbed hold of your nipples: Spencer didn't misuse a second as he fondled you in a similar manner to Aaron, mirroring the speed that he was going at.

"No words, honey? None at all?" Aaron asked you in mock surprise, holding back a chuckle as he observed your needy behavior.

Not that you blamed him for sounding so shocked, even if you knew he was just messing with you. It was a wonder you weren't screaming yet from such simple touches; The masks should have had you doing so then and there.

When you shook your head, the two only went on with what they were doing. But when they noticed that you weren't going to budge anytime soon, they knew they'd have to push you even harder.

"Fine, then," Aaron said as he ceased from rubbing you and put his mask back on, leading Spencer to do the same. "We'll just have to fuck it out of you, then," he smirked.

It was Spencer's turn to grab you, making it so that you were no longer on your back, but on all fours, with him behind you. He played with some of your hair for a few seconds, before pulling it, so that you were closer to his body. You let out a squeal in response, blushing as he handled you so roughly.

"Maybe feeling me inside of you will work, hm?" Spencer hummed in a teasing voice, settling both of his hands onto your ass. He squeezed down, earning one more noise from you in the form of a whimper.

You tried not to react as Spencer filled you with his cock, pushing himself as deep as he could possibly go without harming you. You shut your eyes as tears pricked the corners of them, causing Aaron to chuckle.

"Fuck, tears again, honey? That difficult, huh?" Aaron laughed at you.

And if there was one thing about him, it was that he was about to make it a whole lot harder.

Aaron began to rub your clit as Spencer pounded into you from behind, not giving you any time at all to process it. His fingers moved over you with force, rubbing circles that shouldn't have felt as good as they did.

Meanwhile, Spencer, just to add fuel to the flame, issued a few slaps to your ass, rubbing his hands over the reddened areas after each one. At a time like this, some sort of cuss word would have escaped your lips; Maybe even Spencer's name.

But you were hanging on by a thread, trying so hard not to talk for the sake of what would happen if you did.

Aaron and Spencer clearly weren't aware that you would hold out for this long, knowing how vocal you tended to be in the bedroom. Aaron sat up on his knees on the bed, pulling something from his belt buckle.

You hadn't seen it before, because Aaron had never turned his back to you for as long as he'd been in the room, but tucked into the back of his slacks and under his belt was a vision that made your heart race.

A knife.

All you could do was whimper as he wordlessly handed it to Spencer and put his thumb under your chin. "You're doing good so far, honey. But you won't last for long."

That was when Spencer held the knife a mere few inches away from your throat. Looking down at the shiny object was a new experience for you, but it was one that sent a rush of butterflies to your chest.

They knew just how to get you.

Maybe it was the thrill of the possibility of getting hurt that made you more attracted to knife play than you initially perceived you would be; Being under the control of your two boyfriends, and having to submit to their mercy.

But that very thing was about to get you to burst in a few seconds.

"You like this, princess?" Spencer let out in a grunt as he fucked you from behind, his voice a hoarse whisper as he spoke. "You like how helpless you feel?"

Again, you couldn't answer. And, really, what would you say?

"We could do anything to you, and you wouldn't say a thing. Tease you, play with you, hurt you. And you'd probably even like it, wouldn't you, honey?" Aaron teased you even further, resuming his attack on your clit with his thumb.

You shut your eyes, so, so close to the edge, and trying to focus on that as opposed to the two men's taunts and jeers. You zoned in on your breathing, and the filthy notions that were plaguing your mind as the seconds passed.

When you didn't speak again, the pair was forced to take more excessive measures. Spencer's hand closed around your neck, and, with force, the brunette genius began to squeeze down.

Your eyes shot back open as pain mixed with pleasure, your brain fogging with lust as you were robbed of your oxygen. "Come on, princess. I wanna hear you," Spencer mindlessly encouraged you, trying to coax the words out of your mouth at this point.

"Mmhm. That pretty voice of yours," Aaron said to you, moving his hand from your clit to tease your nipples. "Where's our little whore, huh?" asked Aaron.

You wanted so badly to hold on, your body begging you to keep your mouth shut so you could finish and not be punished, but it was safe to say—You failed.

Because then, and only then, did it happen.

"Fuck."

The swear left your mouth before you could think it through, and your eyes widened as you slapped your hand over your lips. Spencer's body paused as soon as you had said it, and Aaron moved his hand away from your figure.

"Well, would you look at that," Spencer chuckled, pulling out of you.

"Wait, wait, I didn't mean—I—Oh, God," you muttered, shutting your mouth as you realized that you were still talking. You turned to look at Spencer, being met with nothing but the Ghostface mask that he was wearing, that seemed to mock you as you gazed at it.

They were cruel, so fucking cruel for this. Driving you to the edge, filling you to the brim with dirty words, and sweeping the orgasm out from under you, just. Like. That.

"Sorry, princess, but you know the rules. Off the bed, and on your knees, now," Spencer commanded you, getting off of the bed himself, Aaron doing the same

"Wait, wait, wait, please, I'll be such a good girl. Please, give me another chance?" you aimlessly begged them, sitting down on the bed as you gave them your best pleading eyes. "Please?"

"No. We had one rule for you, and you broke it. Now stop being a brat, and do what Spencer told you to do," Aaron said meanly, crossing his arms and refusing to budge.

Your eyes were tear-filled as you then looked at Spencer, begging for even a smidge of one more chance. You tried to use the fact that he was usually the nicer dom of the two to your benefit. "Spencer? Please?" you whined.

But he wasn't letting up either.

"Sorry, angel. What Hotch said," Spencer said simply, his hands in his pockets once more.

Sadly, you got up with a sigh, getting down to your knees in front of Spencer. Aaron walked to the other side of the bed, and, without a word, grabbed a pair of handcuffs from his pocket.

You were an aching, leaking, and whimpering mess as your hands were bound by the cuffs, your body trembling in both fear and the heat of the moment. Spencer's cock, which he hadn't put back in his slacks, was in your plain view, aching from how close he had gotten the two of you to release.

Aaron got on his knees behind you and let his hands roam over your body. You moaned with need as he touched you, eager to feel even a little bit of him.

But he gave you nothing.

Instead, he held the knife to your neck again, with it being closer to your neck then it had been the first time. Your abdomen whirled as Aaron's mask looked back at you, causing you to squirm under his grasp.

"You've been bad today, princess. Really bad. And you know what bad girls get?" teased Aaron, his voice incredibly deep as the words flowed from his mouth.

"P- Punished," you said softly, your eyes on the ground as you did.

"Mmhm," hummed Spencer, putting his thumb under your chin. "Precisely. Now, what we want you to do is very simple, princess, mkay? Nothing you haven't done before. All we're going to do is use that pretty mouth of yours."

"That is, until you can't take anymore. Until we've fucked you dry," Aaron smirked. He ran the blade of the knife across your neck, and you shivered as the cool metal touched your skin. "Because that's all you're good for, really."

"That sound fair to you, angel?" Spencer asked you.

It was a wonder the genius could call you "angel" while the two of them behaved so cruelly towards you. You knew better than to deny them, so you nodded.

"Use your words, baby," said Spencer, bending down a little just to get closer to you and make you nervous, which sure as hell worked.

"Y- Yes, it sounds fair," you voiced.

"There we go," Spencer murmured. He took you by the hair, pulling you closer to him without one more word. Already knowing what it was you needed to do, Spencer pushed his cock into your mouth, and you quickly wrapped yourself around his dick.

Neither of them were joking when they said they'd use your mouth. You had made them cum several times each before you had finally reached your limit. Aaron's blowjobs were especially rough in nature in comparison to Spencer's, but his weren't much better, either.

And it felt impossible to do any of this with your hands cuffed behind your back, the lack of free will making it more difficult, and less comfortable.

Not that it mattered, anyway, because neither man was concerned about that.

"Guys, I- I can't, please, I- I can't take anymore," you finally begged, your face covered with tears that had since been running down your face in response to the roughness of Aaron and Spencer.

Aaron and Spencer looked at each other, clearly sharing a similar notion, because Spencer then said, "Okay, sweetheart. I think you've done enough, anyways."

"You were very good," Aaron praised you for once as he helped raise you from your knees. "And I think you deserve a reward for it, princess."

"R- Really? I do?" you perked up, trying to hold back your smile at the idea of finally getting what your body craved.

"Yes, baby. You do," Spencer chuckled, running his fingers through your hair. "Can you get on all fours again for me, please, angel?" Spencer cooed in his usual honeyed tone of voice.

You were way too quick to oblige, not even bothering to ask either of them to remove your handcuffs as you got back onto the bed. You shook with arousal as Spencer moved behind you again, Aaron walking around the bed to lay down next to you.

Spencer rubbed your clit for a bit just to get you going again, before pushing himself inside of you once more. However, there was a noticeable difference from how he had fucked you before in comparison to how he was doing it now; There was no more pain, no more roughness, and having sex had dissolved back into making love.

Aaron removed his mask for the last time, his face a vibrant pink as sweat stuck strands of his dark brown hair to his forehead. His lips for which you had been longing for, attached to yours after what felt like forever, sweeping you away in another passionate kiss.

All of your pent-up need was beginning to come to the surface, and Spencer could feel you compressing around him as your orgasm danced around the corner. Spencer grabbed hold of your tits like he'd done before, teasing each nipple in circles.

Aaron reached his hand down and began to rub your clit again, focusing the attention that wasn't on your lips onto your small bundle of nerves.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you pulled away from Aaron to groan, your face scrunched up into a pornographic expression as Spencer quickened his pace. "Fuck, please, I'm so close."

"We know, angel," Spencer cooed, trying and failing to calm you down as he used one of his hands to pet your hair, the other still fondling your nipple. "Let go when you're ready."

Aaron began to kiss and suck at your neck, no doubt leaving red marks all over you as he did. His pace on your clit mirrored that of Spencer's cock, and you could barely find it in you to hold back much longer.

"Aaron—Spencer—" you muttered in a broken, whiny tone of voice, shutting your eyes as your climax brimmed to the surface of your body.

"Go ahead, princess. Let it out," Spencer finally encouraged you, his voice making clear that he was on the verge of pleasure as well as you.

You were screaming both their names as you were drowned in pleasure, your eyes rolling back into your head as your release flooded you like a tidal wave; Aaron and Spencer talking you through it only maximized the experience.

You lay limp next to the two of them after all was done, and Aaron grabbed the key to the handcuffs from his pocket. He unlocked the cuffs and put them on one of his bedside tables, before pulling you close to his body.

Spencer removed his mask and then spooned you, wrapping his arms around you as well. He pressed several kisses to your face, as Aaron drew figures into your hips.

"How'd you like that, princess?" asked Aaron softly.

You smiled up at him, burying your face into his chest as a means of feeling his warmth. "I liked it. Like, a lot," you giggled in response to his query.

"Good," Spencer smiled from behind you, kissing the back of your neck. "So—Would you do it again?" Spencer asked you, as if there wasn't an obvious answer to that.

"Yes," you said without having to think twice about the answer.

Aaron chuckled in response to your eager attitude. "That's our girl."

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reblogs are very much appreciated <3

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