#The beekeeper movie

[freak-accident419]

there are 206 bones in the human body…

207, if i’m watching the beekeeper.

[felinecyan]

Brat Tamer

[Derek Danforth x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: With every brat in the universe, there is always one who can put them in their place. In the case of the president’s spoiled son, this case is no different.

WC: 1555

Category: Fluff, Comfort

I need some fluff for this man, so I made some fluff for this man 😤

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The second you heard the frustrated yell through the walls of the house, you knew it was going to be a rough day, not for the Danforth's, but for you.

Derek was always an interesting one, though his parents tried to make him blend in with the crowd. He was the epitome of a rich kid. And like many rich kids, he was a brat. However, the brattiness didn't come from his parents spoiling him. He had a natural sense of entitlement, but his parents never fueled the fire. If anything, they tried to keep him in line, but their methods were... well...ineffective.

They had money, which meant they could do anything to keep their son out of trouble. They paid off teachers, bribed the local law enforcement, and made sure everyone looked the other way when it came to Derek's behavior. But when his father unfortunately passed, and his mother became preoccupied with her own work, you were like an angel sent down from heaven in Wallace's eyes when Derek introduced you.

You didn't put up with his shit, and you weren't afraid to tell him off. It's why, out of all the girls fawning over him, he chose you. He picked you. The most headstrong, assertive girl he could find because you were exactly what he needed. And it wasn't like you were uninterested. You were always a sucker for a good romance, and Derek was the textbook definition of a tall (he's not, but he promises he's at least 5'7), dashingly handsome, brooding young man.

But as much as you cared about him, there were moments when you just wanted to throttle him, like now.

"I thought you said you could handle it!" Derek's voice boomed when you opened the office door. You found him in his usual spot, in front of the window, the phone pressed to his ear, his eyes trained on the pool where a few maids were doing laundry. "And here you are... doing everything BUT handling it."

He listened to whoever was on the other line for a few moments, then scoffed, "It's one fucking guy! How can he be giving you so much trouble?"

When his eyes locked onto yours, you raised your eyebrows expectantly. He motioned for you to come inside, then rolled his eyes, "No, no... just shut the fuck up for a minute. Let me think."

You took a seat in one of the plush armchairs and watched him pace around the room, still on the phone. It was a sight that should've been amusing, but instead, it was exhausting. It was too early to deal with Derek's temper.

He did look particularly stressed today, though. You knew something was off the moment you woke up to an empty bed. Very uncommon. Usually, Derek liked to sleep in. He was a late sleeper, and if he was forced out of bed before noon, he was a grouch.

But that morning, the bed was empty, pajamas were on the floor, and there was a half-empty mug of coffee on the bedside table. It was a rare occurrence, and it made you uneasy.

And now that you found him like this, you knew something was up.

"Are you going to hang up or what?" you finally asked after a few more minutes of watching him pace around the room. "Or am I just supposed to sit here and watch you stomp a hole into the floor?"

He ignored your comment and continued his conversation, though it was clear he wasn't paying attention. "Yeah...no, it's fine. Do whatever the fuck you want. It's not like this is important or anything." He pulled the phone away from his ear and ended the call. He tossed it onto the desk and dropped into the seat across from you.

"I pity you." You said. "That must've been a very stressful phone call."

"Oh, fuck you too."

You had to give it to him. He could always pick up on your sarcasm. "Alright, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." He crossed his arms and turned his head to look out the window.

"Bullshit." You rolled your eyes, "I know when something's up. Now spill. What's wrong?"

He groaned, "Nothing, it's just this random guy keeps fucking with me and the business. He's a fucking nuisance, and now I'm forced to deal with him. It's ridiculous."

"Oh, really?" you leaned forward, "So it's nothing, then? Just a little setback of you being forced to do your actual job?"

He looked at you like you were the devil. He could tell you weren't going to stop, and he didn't have the energy to fight. So he gave in, "Look, it's this guy, okay? I don't know who he is or what his deal is, but he's a fucking thorn in my side. Mickey says he's like... a bee lover or some shit. I don't know what the fuck he's talking about, but it's annoying."

"Bee lover?" You asked, "As in, a beekeeper? or a Vanessa Bloome fanatic?"

If looks could kill, the glare he gave you would've left you in a puddle of blood, but there was also a little twinkle of amusement in his eye, "Can you not reference that fucking animated movie for a single fucking second?"

"Not likely," You said with a smile, "Now, can we please move on from the random bee thing and get back to you and I?"

"There is no 'you and I," he said, "I have a problem. I was handling it. You have no place in this."

"Well, I do now," you said. You got up from your seat and made your way over to his chair. "You woke me up this morning. You have a problem, and I'm the only one who can help."

He shook his head, "Fuck off. I can handle this."

"Really?" you challenged him, "Because I'm pretty sure I can handle it better than you."

"Fuck you."

"Fuck me yourself, coward," you joked and ran your hands over his shoulders. It is quite hilarious how quickly his attitude changed. A few gentle touches and he was like a putty, caving beneath your fingertips.

Even his mother was shocked. You were the first person to ever have a positive effect on Derek's behavior. Usually, he would push anyone who touched him away, and if he liked them, he was even rougher.

But with you, it was a different story. He loved it when you touched him. He melted in your hands, groaned when they massaged the knots out of his neck and purred when they brushed his hair back. He loved it, and it was the ultimate power play.

"We're not talking about this." he sighed, "It's a stupid idea. Besides, I need you to—"

"What do you need me to do?" You asked. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips, then his jaw.

He hummed and reached a hand up to the back of your neck, pulling you down to meet him for a proper kiss. When you parted, he was looking at you with dark eyes, "You have no idea how much I fucking love you."

"I have an idea," you said, "But it's always nice to hear you say it."

"Yeah, yeah, fuck off," he said. He pulled you in for another kiss, this time letting his tongue trace along your bottom lip. He tasted like coffee, the spoiled brat kind that had an absurd amount of sugar in it and was probably worth more than a kidney. It was a taste that grew on you, just like the man.

You straddled his waist and wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close while you deepened the kiss. His hands roamed down your body, resting on your hips, his thumbs running over the exposed skin of your midriff.

"How about some pancakes for our Mr. Problem Solver, hm?" you offered when you parted, "You know, a good ol' breakfast to help start your day."

He scoffed and kissed the corner of your lips, "What are you? My maid?"

"With how you act? It would be more appropriate to call me your mom," you teased.

"Okay, that's gross."

You chuckled and kissed his forehead, "So is your obsession with that… well, you know. Still, I endure."

He groaned and pushed you off his lap, "Don't remind me."

"Come on, you have a big day ahead of you." You took his hand and pulled him up, leading him out of the room and down the stairs to the kitchen, "Let's go solve some problems, starting with the missing syrup."

He let you pull him along, not even bothering to make a snide remark.

It was one of the many things you loved about him. No matter how much he complained, he would let you have your way. It was an odd feeling, having someone who was so used to getting their way to bend to your will. But he never seemed to mind, especially not when you made it worthwhile.

In fact, you'd argue he enjoyed it. You enjoyed it. The thrill of being able to order him around, to have him follow every one of your commands, was invigorating. And Derek, the stubborn man that he was, found comfort in someone telling him what to do.

It was a match made in heaven.

[lefteagleblizzard]

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱'𝔰 𝔰𝔬𝔫

Derek Danforth x male reader

Summary: At a stiflingly dull party, an opulent celebration of Derek Danforth’s mother’s election as President of the United States, you escape to the garden for some fresh air. There, a late-night encounter by the pool turns into a game of strip pong with unexpected stakes. With your terrible aim, some steamy and passionate moments develop between you two.

Warnings: male reader. Derek being a tease. Stranger to lovers. Relationship with your boss. Strip pocket. Gay. Gay smut. Pool sex. Handjob. Anal sex.

This can also be found on wattpad and ao3

Words count: 4500 words.

The party inside the beautiful villa had been a grand affair, an opulent celebration of Derek Danforth’s mother’s election as President of the United States.

You had grown tired of the stifling heat inside, the air thick with the smell of expensive cigars and the sweet tang of vape pens. The oppressive atmosphere was suffocating, and you needed a break. Slipping away from the main room, you made your way through the sliding glass doors and out onto the patio, grateful for the cool night air that greeted you.

You could still feel the haze of smoke clinging to your clothes, a mixture of cigars and expensive vape clouds that had permeated the air all evening.

The pool lay before you. It was massive, almost the size of a small lake, with perfectly smooth edges that mirrored the elegant design of the villa. At the center of the pool, a small fountain burbled softly, its stream of water arcing gracefully before cascading down into the pool with a gentile splash.

The smell of the water was strong, an almost overpowering scent of chlorine mixed with something floral, like jasmine or honeysuckle, carried on the breeze.

You took in the scene around you, the few remaining guests were sprawled out on the lounge chairs or even directly on the grass, passed out from too much alcohol, their expensive outfits now rumpled and askew.

You walked over to the edge of the pool and sat down, dipping your feet into the cool water. The sensation was immediately refreshing, the chill of the water a welcome contrast to the heat of the villa. You let out a long sigh, feeling some of the tension of the evening melt away as you gazed out at the water.

After a few minutes of peaceful solitude, you heard footsteps approaching from behind. You turned around and saw Derek, the CEO and your boss, standing there with a curious expression on his face. He was dressed, as usual, in an eccentric ensemble. In one hand, he held a vape pen, the other casually tucked into the pocket of his pants.

His shirt, a crisp white button-down, was slightly undone at the collar, revealing a hint of tanned skin underneath.

His eyes locked onto yours as he took a slow draw from his vape.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" he drawled, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. His voice was smooth, laced with a hint of amusement. "Taking a little break here all alone?"

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks at his attention, though you tried to play it off with a casual shrug. "It was getting a bit stuffy inside," you replied, trying to keep your tone steady. "Needed some fresh air." Derek chuckled, taking a slow drag from his vape before exhaling a plume of smoke

into the night air.

"Smart move. The party's winding down, but it looks like some people couldn't handle their liquor," he said, glancing over at the passed-out bodies on the lawn. "Quite a sight, isn't it?"

You laughed nervously, trying to focus on something other than the way he was looking at you, like he was sizing you up.

"Yeah, it's definitely been... eventful"

He chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours. "Eventful. That's one way to put it."

"So," he said after a moment, breaking the silence, "what do you do for fun at these kinds of things? Besides, sit by the pool and look hot, of course."

You laughed, a little flustered by the compliment. "Honestly? I'm not really sure. I'm not usually the one to go all out at parties like this."

He raised an eyebrow, his interest clearly piqued. "Really? So, you're saying you're not into the usual antics?"

You shrugged, trying to downplay your nerves. "I guess I'm more of a low-key kind of person. I like to people-watch, maybe find a quiet corner to relax in."

"People-watch, huh?" He seemed amused by that. "I guess you've had quite the show tonight then."

"Definitely," you agreed, smiling. "There's never a dull moment when people start drinking”

He nodded, his gaze shifting to the passed-out guests around the pool.

He took another drag from his vape, exhaling slowly, the vapor curling around his face before dissipating into the night. "It's a shame, really. Most of these people have no idea how to enjoy themselves. They just drink until they pass out.”

You glanced over at the passed-out guests around the pool, their limbs sprawled out in various awkward positions. "It does seem like they missed the point of the party."

Derek's smile widened, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "That's the problem with these kinds of parties. People drink to impress, to prove they can keep up, and then they end up like...” He gestured vaguely toward the garden, where a few guests were passed out, one even snoring softly “...that. But you seem to be doing just fine."

You felt your blush deepen, his words and the way he was looking at you sending your heart racing. "I guess I just know my limits."

"Smart," He said while taking a step closer, there was something in the way he was looking at you, a glint in his eye that made your heart skip a beat.

"But where's the fun in that?"

Derek's smile widened, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he took another step closer, now standing right beside you. His gaze lingering on your face a little too long.

In a desperate bid to break the intensity of the moment, you glanced around and spotted a table set up near the pool, red cups lined up neatly on either end. A sudden idea struck you, something that might shift the dynamic, give you a moment to breathe, and perhaps, just perhaps, figure out what Derek really wanted.

"Wanna play a game?" you asked, your voice a little too eager, a little too breathless, but you didn't care. You needed a distraction, something to break the spell he had over you.

Derek raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What did you have in mind?"

You pointed to the table. "Beer pong. Or, well, whatever's in those cups."

He followed your gaze and then looked back at you, a slow smile spreading across his face. "You want to play beer pong? With me?"

You weren't oblivious to his allure, to the sharp edge of attraction that had been simmering between you all night, but you wanted more than that. You wanted to see if there was something real beneath the surface, something beyond the flirtation and the power plays.

You could tell he was used to people trying to win his favor, trying to seduce him for their own gains, but you wanted something different. You wanted to see if he was interested in more than just the thrill of the chase, if there was something real and tangible behind that carefully constructed facade.

He seemed to sense your intention, and for a brief moment, something in his expression softened, as if he were considering the possibility that you might be different, that you might be someone worth spending time with, not just another conquest. It was a fleeting moment, but it was enough to make you hope that maybe, just maybe, there was more to Derek Danforth than what meets the eye.

"Why not?" you challenged, standing up and taking a step closer to him, the playful energy between you two only growing stronger. "Unless you're afraid I might beat you”

Derek laughed, the sound low and rich. "Afraid? Not at all. But I think we should make it more interesting than just a game."

Your heart skipped a beat as you watched him, his eyes scanning your body with unabashed interest. "What do you have in mind?"

He took a step forward, closing the distance between you until there was barely any space left. "How about this, every time one of us scores a point, the other has to take off a piece of clothing."

You felt your breath catch in your throat, your mind reeling at the proposition. But the excitement in his eyes, the challenge in his voice, was impossible to resist. "Deal," you said, your voice a little breathless.

Derek’s grin was wickedly sharp as he sauntered to the table, stepping casually over a passed-out guest without a second thought.

The table was covered in a haphazard array of red solo cups, each containing a small amount of different kind of alcohol. You picked up one of the cups and sniffed it, trying to guess what was inside. Vodka, maybe? Or gin? You weren't sure, but it was definitely potent.

"This is going to be interesting," you said, setting the cup back down and taking your position on one side of the table.

Derek took his spot across from you, a confident smirk on his face as he casually rolled up the sleeves of his green suit jacket. "I hope you're ready to lose," he teased, picking up a ping pong ball and twirling it between his fingers.

You lined up your first shot, your hands trembling slightly with the combination of nerves and the anticipation of what was to come. The ball sailed through the air, but your aim was off, and it bounced off the rim of one of Derek's cups before rolling away. A soft groan of frustration escaped you, only to be met with Derek's quiet, knowing laughter from across the table.

"Not your best start," Derek teased, his voice dripping with amusement as he picked up his ball. He rolled it between his fingers, his gaze locked onto yours with a look that made your stomach flip.

With an almost lazy flick of his wrist, Derek sent the ball sailing across the table. It landed squarely in one of your cups, splashing down into the liquid below. He raised an eyebrow at you, his expression smug, and you could tell he was enjoying every moment of this.

With a quick glance at Derek, who was watching you with an expectant grin, you reached down to remove your shoes. Derek groaned loudly, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

"Shoes? Seriously?" he complained, though his tone was more playful than accusatory. "That's cheating, and you know it"

You feigned innocence, batting your eyes at him. "What? I thought we said any article of clothing."

"You're lucky you're cute, or I'd call foul on that move.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the flutter of nerves in your stomach.

Derek had a way of looking at you that made your thoughts scatter, his intense gaze never leaving you, even as he casually tossed the ball into yet another one of your cups.

"Another point for me," he declared, his grin widening as he watched you. "What's it going to be this time?"

With a sigh, you knew you were running out of options. You reached down, pulling off your socks next and tossing them aside, leaving your feet bare on the cool marble tiles.

The chill of the ground against your skin was a stark contrast to the heat that was building inside you, both from the alcohol and from Derek's relentless flirting.

Derek watched you closely, his eyes darkening with something you couldn't quite place. "Getting closer," he murmured, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "But you've still got a long way to go."

The alcohol in the cups wasn't helping matters. Each time Derek landed a shot, you had to drink the contents of the cup.

The whiskey was sharp and burned as it went down, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

The gin was bitter, almost medicinal, and made you wince with its intensity.

The rum, though smoother, had a sweetness that clung to your tongue, making your head spin with its potency.

The alcohol worked its way deeper into your system, loosening your inhibitions and making it harder to keep your wits about you.

You could tell he was enjoying this, the way his eyes gleamed with victory each time you missed, the way his grin grew wider with each piece of clothing you were forced to remove.

Soon, you were left with only your shirt and trousers. The alcohol had started to blur the edges of your thoughts, making you slower, less coordinated. You lined up another shot, determined to at least get him to strip off more than just his shoes. But your aim was off, and the ball bounced harmlessly off the table, rolling away into the grass.

Derek didn't hesitate. With the same effortless grace, he sent the ball flying, and you knew before it even landed that you were in trouble. The ball splashed down into another one of your cups, and Derek's eyes met yours, his grin downright wicked.

"Well?" he prompted, leaning forward slightly as he watched you. "You know the rules."

You hesitated, glancing down at your remaining clothes. With a resigned sigh, you reached for your belt, unbuckling it slowly before slipping it off and letting it fall to the ground. Then, with more reluctance, you unbuttoned your trousers, sliding them down your legs and stepping out of them. The night air was cool against your skin, and you couldn't help the shiver that ran through you as you stood there in just your shirt and underwear.

You knew you were losing, but there was a thrill in the way Derek looked at you, in the way he seemed to savor every moment of your slow surrender.

You focused on the cup in front of you, trying to steady your hand despite the way your heart was racing.

The ball flew through the air, arcing perfectly before landing with a satisfying splash in one of the cups. Derek raised an eyebrow, impressed, as he reached for the bottom of his suit.

"Well, well," he said, slowly taking it off. "I hope you didn't use up all your luck on that shot." he remarked, his voice smooth and teasing.

You watched, your mouth going dry, as he shrugged off his suit and tossed it aside, showing his slightly unbuttoned white shirt that hugged perfectly his toned frame and revealed part of his hairy chest.

That smug bastard.

He didn't even give you time to recover. With a quick flick of his wrist, he landed another perfect shot, and you knew you were out of options.

You were down to just your shirt and underwear, with Derek barely having lost more than his shoes and shirt.

The imbalance was humiliating.

You glanced at Derek, who was watching you with that same intense gaze, and you knew what he was waiting for.

Swallowing your pride with the help of the alcohol, you decided to play into the moment. You stood up straighter, your hands going to the hem of your shirt. Instead of removing it, you tugged it down lower over your hips, covering yourself as best as you could, and then reached for your underwear.

You slipped them off, tossing them across the table at Derek. Derek's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly recovered, reaching out to catch your underwear mid-air.

He held them up with a triumphant grin before dropping them over his shoulder, letting them hang there like a trophy, his gaze never leaving yours.

"Now that's what I call a proper forfeit."

You couldn't help but laugh, the ridiculousness of the situation only heightened by the alcohol buzzing through your veins. "Enjoying yourself?" you teased, though you were acutely aware of how exposed you were now.

"Immensely," Derek replied, his voice a little huskier than before. He paused for a moment, his eyes lingering on your nearly bare form, and you felt a shiver run down your spine at the intensity of his gaze.

"I give up," you admitted, raising your hands in defeat. "You win.”

The only consolation was that you did manage to get him to strip off some of his own clothing. His green suit jacket went first, then his shoes, leaving him in just his shirt and pants. But even as you stripped him down, you knew it wasn't enough.

Derek's grin widened, but there was something softer in his eyes as he looked at you. "Are you sure?" he asked, though there was no mistaking the satisfaction in his tone.

"Yeah," you replied, laughing softly as you leaned against the table for support.

He chuckled, stepping around the table to approach you. His presence was overwhelming, the scent of his cologne mixing with the faint traces of alcohol on his breath as he stopped in front of you. "I'll take my victory then, with you as my prize." he murmured, his voice low and smooth.

Before you could react, he reached out and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you flush against him. The sudden contact made your breath hitch, and your hands instinctively went to his chest for balance. You could feel the heat of his body against yours, the steady beat of his heart under your palms.

With a swift motion, Derek lifted you onto the table, his movements fluid and practiced. The cold surface pressed against your thighs, but the sensation was quickly overshadowed by the warmth of Derek's body as he leaned in closer. His lips crashed against yours in a fierce, hungry kiss that took your breath away. All the tension that had been building throughout the game exploded in that

moment, the intensity of his kiss leaving you dizzy.

You could taste the remnants of the alcohol on his lips, a mix of whiskey and something sweet, mingling with the heady sensation of finally giving in to the attraction that had been simmering between you all night.

Derek's hands roamed over your body, sliding under your shirt. Your mind was a whirlwind of sensations, your senses overwhelmed by the way he made you feel.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with desire. "You're something else," he murmured, his voice thick with want.

"You're not so bad yourself" you managed to reply, though your voice was breathless, your thoughts scattered by the intensity of his gaze.

Derek's lips curled into a grin, and before you could say anything else, he was kissing you again, harder this time, his hands tightening on your hips as he pulled you closer. The sensation was overwhelming, the heat between you almost unbearable, and you couldn't help but moan into the kiss, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you clung to him.

After the intense kiss on the table, Derek pulled back slightly, his breath mingling with yours, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He gently helped you down from the table, his hands lingering on your waist as he did. "What do you say we take this somewhere more private?" he suggested.

But as you both turned to head back into the villa, you realized that the party had left no room unoccupied. Through the large windows, you could see that every bedroom, lounge, and even some hallways were filled with passed out guests or couples who had claimed their spots long before you two had even thought to look.

Looks like privacy's in short supply tonight.

You extended your hand to retrieved the underwear you had playfully tossed at him earlier. Derek raised an eyebrow at your bold move, watching with keen interest as you stepped back, quickly slipping your underwear back on.

Just as you finished adjusting them, a sudden force hit you, and you gasped as Derek pushed you, sending you tumbling backward into the pool. The cold water swallowed you instantly, shocking your heated skin and taking your breath away. You surfaced quickly, spluttering and laughing as you wiped the water from your face, your hair sticking messily to your forehead.

"You jerk!" you called out, laughing even as you cursed him, your voice echoing slightly in the quiet night. Derek's laughter boomed across the poolside, deep and unrestrained, clearly enjoying your reaction.

Derek's grin was wide and unrepentant as he began stripping off the few clothes he had left. His movements were quick and efficient, and before you knew it, he was down to just his boxers. With a playful wink in your direction, he dove into the pool, cutting through the water with the same ease and grace he seemed to approach everything else in life.

He swam towards you rapidly, the cool water parting as he moved, and within moments, his strong arms wrapped around you from behind. You let out a soft gasp as he pulled you close, his chest pressing against your back, maneuvering your body until you were flush against the smooth tile wall of the pool, trapping you between the unyielding surface and his firm, solid presence.

"You look good like this," Derek murmured, his voice a low growl that dripped with desire as his lips hovered just above your ear. "Wet, breathless, and all mine."

Your hands found their way to his chest, fingers splaying out across the hard muscles there.

Derek's lips found yours again, and the kiss was everything you had been craving. It was deep, almost bruising in its intensity, filled with the pent-up desire that had been building between you all night. His tongue parted your lips, and you welcomed him eagerly, your own tongue tangling with his as the kiss deepened.

His mouth found the sensitive spot just below your ear, and he bit down, not gently, but with a force that made you gasp, the pain melding into pleasure so intense it left you dizzy. His kisses were hot and demanding, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he moved lower, his lips finding the sensitive spot just above your collarbone. You gasped, your head tilting back to give him better access, and he took full advantage, his tongue flicking out to taste the water on your skin.

The scent of chlorine filled your senses, sharp and pungent. It mingled with the heady, masculine scent of Derek's cologne. A fragrance that was rich and woody, with undertones of leather and spice.

His hands continued their exploration till they were groping your butt, pulling you even closer against him. He squeezed, and a low, involuntary moan escaped your lips, swallowed by his mouth as he kissed you deeper, harder, lifting you slightly so that you were almost weightless in the water.

"Derek..” you breathed, his name slipping from your lips like a prayer, like a plea. You weren't even sure what you were asking for, only that you needed more of him, needed him to touch you, to kiss you, to make you forget everything but the way he made you feel.

He growled again, a deep, primal sound that made your pulse quicken. "I know," he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with desire. "I know"

Each time his mouth claimed yours, he deepened the kiss with a fervor that left you gasping. His tongue explores the inside of your mouth, tasting, claiming, and savoring the essence of you.

"You're my good slutty boy," he murmured against your skin. His voice was rough, tinged with a possessiveness that both terrified and thrilled you.

The water sloshed around you, the sound of it punctuating the quiet night, a symphony of soft splashes and the labored breaths that escaped both of you as you moved together.

The taste of the alcohol lingered in your mouth. It mingled with something more, a distinctive personal flavor that was uniquely yours.

He kissed you again, deeper this time, as if he was trying to absorb every last drop of you, as if he had decided that he wanted to always taste the essence of the drinks through your mouth from now on, a craving that could only be satisfied by you.

He squeezed your butt again, his fingers digging in just enough to make you arch against him, seeking more, needing more.

His hand moved forward, slipping past the elastic rim of your boxers, digging his hands inside the garment and against your prick.

They were pulling, squeezing, torturing you in the best way possible.

“Derek...” you gasped, gripping the rounded, concrete edge of the pool. You could feel something jabbing at your butt, rubbing along the cheeks while he started jerking his hips.

He yanked down your boxers, startling an awkward yelp from you as he shoved his fingers in your mouth.

When he pulled out his fingers, his other hand still in your hair, he drove the slick digits down along the submerged line of your buttocks. Without warning, he stuck one of them inside, all the way to the second knuckle.

You jerked. “-Aah – wha –D-Derek...” you gasped brokenly through the burn of Derek’s finger-fucking.

“Only getting started,” Derek ground out, pumping his finger hard into the tight flesh. “I’m gonna fuck you til you scream.” He added, breathy and low.

Derek’s voice grated over the ebbing pain, grinding raw pleasure into you.

A third finger struck at your loosened inner muscles. The overpowering burn forced his eyes shut, and an, “Ah-oh –oh God, oh God...” from your lips.

The fingers drew out of you, and in a few second’s adjustment, something vaster pushed past the outermost rim. You gasped – you almost couldn’t breathe – oh fuck.

“Got a –hnng– a tight ass – fuck,” Derek groaned as he shoved himself in further, grinding his hips against your ass.

Those merciless thrusts pounded you faster, deeper, leaving you gasping desperately for air like a fish out of water. Then the hilt of Derek’s length slammed up against something, and just as you were told, you started screaming.

He fucked you senseless, hard at a wild pace, fucked you until with one long cry you quaked and reeled with blissful tremors. Derek grunted and came inside while you tensed around his cock, filling you up with hot liquid.

As the final waves of pleasure washed over you both, your bodies trembled in the aftermath, still intertwined in the cool water of the pool. The night air was filled with the sound of your labored breathing, mingling with the gentle lapping of water against the tiles.

Derek's strong arms remained around you, holding you close as you both caught your breath.

After a few moments of silence, Derek leaned in, his lips brushing lightly against your ear. His voice was low, intimate, filled with a promise that sent a shiver down your spine. "Come home with me," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin.

“We're not done yet."

There was something irresistible in the way he said it, a quiet command that you had no intention of refusing.

You nodded slightly, your heart racing again at the thought of what more the night could hold.

As you both slowly untangled yourselves, Derek's hands lingered on you, as if reluctant to let go even for a moment.

Once you were out of the water, the cool night air hit your damp skin, making you shiver slightly. Derek was quick to drape a towel around your shoulders, his usual commanding demeanor softened by an unexpected tenderness.

He wrapped his own towel around his waist, his eyes never leaving yours as he began to gather up his clothes, handing you yours as well.

Once you were both dressed, Derek took your hand, his grip warm and reassuring. He led you through the quiet villa, the remnants of the party now nothing more than a distant memory.

As you walked, Derek's mind was already working, calculating and planning.

He had been thinking about you long before tonight, and now, after what you had shared, he knew he wanted to keep you close, much closer.

Promotion, he thought to himself,

would be the perfect excuse to see you more often, to keep you within reach.

After all, someone as talented and intriguing as you deserved recognition, didn't they?

Note: If you liked this story please leave a comment, I love reading them <3.

[joshfutturman]

'blonde'

✭ jhutch promptober prompt 1 - blonde oneshot - derek is struggling to figure out his identity after surviving the beekeepers attempt to hunt him down. with his life falling apart, losing his money and his reputation, he attempts to bleach his own hair. (1k words) pairing - derek danforth (the beekeeper 2024) + gn!reader tags - established relationship, reader lives with derek, angsty, derek tries to cut and bleach his own hair, kinda fluffy at times, not trying to excuse dereks actions in the movie but reader comforts him.

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it was rare for silence to fall upon derek's penthouse. he wasn't a quiet man, this you knew. the times he was quiet? that's when you worried. the anxious silence that surrounds him, the fidgeting with objects he finds to fill his shaky hands - you know derek like the back of your own hand, you can recognise when he's on edge. and he has been, almost constantly lately.

so the silence fills you with dread as you wipe the sleep from your eyes and drag yourself from his luxurious sheets. after the beekeeper incident, you'd often awake to find him scanning the horizon from his balcony, knuckles turning white from how hard he's gripping the metal. it won't be long until this apartment is ripped from him too, the one he'd come to love, treated as his sanctuary - it was where he'd go to escape with you. his money? gone. his reputation? non-existent. his relationship with his mother? that wasn't worth mentioning.

derek had nothing left.

nothing except for you.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

you approach the en-suite, running your hands across the wooden frame of the door as you peer inside. that's when you find him. your shoulders dip when you see the small bundle of hair in the sink, eyes drifting up to meet his in the mirror. you've never seen him trim his own hair before, he'd insist on only the best salons, the best hairdressers, only ever the best.

but now, seeing him in his bathroom, blonde curls delicately falling onto the white porcelain. . . you can't help but feel like you're looking at the shell of a man you once knew.

he's wearing gloves, the bleach is already mixed, you can see his phone on the edge of the sink with what looks like some sort of tutorial playing.

he's attempting to bleach his own hair.

you walk over, noting the way his gaze flits from you back down to the task at hand like he doesn't care you're seeing him this way. . . except he does. this wasn't what you signed up for, he knew that. the endless stream of gifts stopped the moment his bank accounts were frozen, and though you say you don't care, he doesn't believe you. he wants to spoil you, to drown you in luxury like he always did.

because, after all, who is derek danforth without the fortune? without the penthouse? without the successful multi-billion dollar enterprise? without the yacht or the entourage?

who is he, but just another successful man who has fallen from grace? he should have known he was doomed to this path the moment he was born.

derek's not sure he knows who he is anymore, the one constant in his life being you. and man, is he grateful. you're the first thing he searches for in the morning when his eyes flutter open in the early hours, they find you and for a moment, he savours the feeling that things might just be alright - even if only for the period of time that he holds you.

and here you are again, approaching him from behind. you wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek to his bare back as you relish in the close contact. you feel him exhale deeply, a gloved hand coming down to steady himself at the sink and the other finds yours on his stomach.

he looks at himself in the mirror, meeting his own gaze. derek can feel tears coming as he glares down a man he hardly recognises, but he wills the tears to stay at bay. if he starts, he doesn't know if he can stop.

you see him like this, yet you stay. you see him desperately trying to retain some semblance of the identity he came to wear like a freshly pressed suit, slipping through his fingers. . . but you're there to gently take his hand in yours, guide them away from clawing at the walls to escape the hole he's put himself in.

you're there to love him, to acknowledge his mistakes and to let him own up to the consequences of his foolish actions. you'll be there to help put him back together again, in whatever way that might be, however he comes out the other end of this.

". . . thanks," he mumbles, voice shaky and unsure, like he wasn't quite ready to talk but felt it was important you heard it.

you smile, and he feels it against the smooth freckled skin of his back. "anytime," a beat, "let me help?"

derek feels you remove yourself from the embrace and carefully begin to remove his gloves to put them on your own hands. he watches you as you gently strip them from him, he notes the tenderness in your actions.

"i love you," he half whispers in a tone that sounds both apologetic and deeply sincere, like he's sorry you love him. his expression breaks your heart when you pull your attention from the gloves, watching as his eyes trace over your features, a frown pulling at his lips.

it doesn't matter to you if he has the money, if he has the look, the blonde curls or the house. what matters is the way he looks into your eyes as if you're everything he's ever dreamed of, no amount of money or gifts can ever give you the same feeling that does.

you smile softly, "i love you too, babe." you say, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, as if it's the easiest thing in the world to you.

and he smiles, closing his eyes as your hand cups his cheek in a comforting gesture, one to let him know that you're here and you're not going anywhere. you couldn't. because you love him - you love the man you fell in love with, not the image he projects, not the one he presents to the world.

you just love him. you love derek, the one standing in front of you now, hands shaking as he eyes the blonde curls in the sink.

[litteralyjustawriter]

Derek Danforth NSFW Bullet List / Headcanons (gender neutral)

Has a jacobs ladder piercing but he has it pierced every 2cm instead of every inch (~2.5cm) to make it appear longer.

Whimpers but will never admit it. Gets rougher when you tease him about it.

Sorry to all my people who need male validation but he would never praise you, even if he was held at gunpoint he would still degrade the hell out of you.

Has the sex drive of a teenage boy and has definitely been caught jacking off or watching 🌽 in the office

Definitely a "why would you need toys if you have me" type of guy but because of his sex drive, whenever you're down he is.

LOVES having sex (especially receiving head) in risky places. In the car, under his desk, bathroom at his mom's place, anywhere and everywhere it has been done.

Katoptronophilia, mirror sex. He loves being able to see every part of you and making you watch what he does to you.

Nipple piercings :3

"slut", "whore", "cock slut", "toy/doll", "naughty thing", "mine", ect.

REFUSES to sub but when he's desperate and/or close he begs like crazy.

Huge ownership kink, if anyone is staring at you at a party he'll pull you to the nearest empty room/bathroom and absolutely cover you in hickeys, maybe even have a few rounds with you to make sure you remember that no one could take care of you the way he does.

Pansexual and non-monogamous, doesn't care who he gets to dick down as long as it's someone.

[thatpurpleraccoon]

i love making stupid memes on this stupid man <3

like youre telling me this man is straight??!! look at him!! highlights in his mullet, cunty little diamond earring, and crazy fashion choice, this man is not straight your honour!

[taylorjqy]

already need derek danforth smut and the movie isn’t even out

[josephine-futturwoman]

Couldn’t even edge to this, I exploded immediately!!! Clean up on aisle MY PANTS🤣🤣🤣🤣💦💦💦

[smokietaylor]

So I watched The Beekeeper last night and I cannot with this man 🤭 The fanfics will be on the way soon

[obenkriegerss]

derek gayforth and travis gayker

which one would you rather kill:

- rich short twink with a god complex

OR

- schizophrenic mentally ill guy who has a crush on you

[stop-talking]

Derek Danforth core

[freak-accident419]

Double Derek

Derek Danforth x GN!Reader

Summary: You spend time with your boyfriend, Derek, before he would leave for a week-long business trip away from home. As a joke, you propose that you should purchase a ‘Clone a Willy’ kit, in case you miss him during his absence. But Derek wasn’t truly against the idea.

Word Count: 4.3k

Content: 18+ smut, MDNI, gender-neutral reader, mentions of sex toys (they’re literally making one), raunchiness, slightly OOC Derek, too many damn time skips, more plot than porn, the silliness is more prominent in the beginning but not so much the smut, penetration (unspecified genitals for reader)

(A/n: thankyou thankyou so much to @g0ry0re0 for proofreading, you are literally a lifesaver ilysm. thank you for everyone’s support and anticipation for this fic, you all keep me going ❤️ enjoy!!)

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“Uhh… ‘CBD-infused intimate oil,’” Derek reads off the box in a curious mutter, turning it around to examine the product and its written features. Then he looked at you with a knowing grin. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nodded in agreement, chuckling under your breath as you watched the imminent purchase remain inside of your boyfriend’s grasp.

You and Derek, since being in a relationship of nearly three years, had always found several ways to spice things up in your sex life. The two of you experimented with almost everything in the book, be it edging, near exhibitionism, toys, food play, etc. And of course, while romantic relationships overall meant way more than just the sex, your sex life with him was just too incredible to ignore. Jesus, you could go on and on for days about how amazing the sex was.

Therefore, it wasn’t unusual at all to find the two of you inside of an adult store. Sure, you mostly bought your things online, but since you two were already out and the shop was nearby, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to go in. Plus, the other times you went to the in-person stores were quite beneficial; you were able to see certain sizings of different products and got the necessary and helpful advice from the clerks there.

You and Derek had continued to browse through the raunchy products as you walked down each aisle together. And while the two of you were almost in your thirties, absolutely nothing could deter you two from giggling at some of the ridiculous things sold there. This time, however, you suddenly stopped in your tracks and opened your mouth in complete awe once your eyes had laid upon it.

“Holy fucking shit!” You blurted as you instantly grabbed the tube-shaped box from the shelf in front of you:

‘(GLOW IN THE DARK) CLONE-A-WILLY: THE IN-HOME PENIS MOLDING KIT

MAKE A VIBRATING SILICONE REPLICA OF ANY PENIS (EASY TO MAKE)’

“Is this actually—?” Derek nearly snatches it from you with a fascinated scoff, reading over the description on the packaging. “What the fuck? Do—do people actually do this?”

“Of course they do, I see them, like, everywhere!” You cackled, trying to steal back the box from his grasp. It wasn’t the first time you’ve ever seen it, but it does surprise you every damn time that you do.

“Okay, okay, so… So if I’m getting this right, you could basically make an entire fuckin�� dildo at home… by molding somebody else’s or your own dick?” He raises an eyebrow incredulously.

“Yeah, pretty much,” you wheeze, nodding at him until your smile grew wider in sudden realization. “Shit, baby, you’d take ‘go fuck yourself’s to a whole new level!”

“What the hell, Y/n?” He chuckled, trying not to burst out into any more insufferable laughter, “okay, first of all, who would—Why the fuck would I want to use a replica of my own fucking dick on myself? Like, if anything, it’s you who should be taking it.”

“Hey, you can’t just say that!” You hissed playfully, still smiling from the entire situation you found yourselves in. Suddenly, however, your eyes widened insightfully from an absurd epiphany you just had.

“Wait,” you began. “I mean… You do have a point, considering that your trip is coming up already… Holy shit, imagine that! While you’re going to be gone for a whole fuckin’ week, I could always use this weird clone shit on myself whenever I’m horny! Hell, it’s perfect since you’ve been going to so many business trips lately!” You joked exuberantly before letting out a delighted sigh. “Jesus, baby, this is so ridiculous…”

Chuckling to yourself, you placed the box back on the shelf, prompting a perplexed gaze from Derek—or rather, as he stared at it, a gaze of deep contemplation. You recognized this damn shit-faced look of his. After all, you’ve known him for years.

“Derek—” you began skeptically.

“Hold on, I’m thinking,” he interjects with a thoughtful finger to his chin before a sudden and mischievous smirk appears at his lips. “You know, that actually isn’t a bad idea.”

Completely dumbfounded and taken aback, you raised a suspecting eyebrow. “Wait. You’re not actually considering… I mean, I was just joking around earlier, I wasn’t actually being serious—”

“I know, but think about it, babe! I mean, hell, you even said it yourself! Every time you feel… needy while I’m out, especially on my long business trips, you could always, well… you know,” he grinned darkly, glancing toward the ridiculous sex toy, “and if you want, I could even call you while you—”

“Shush!” You hissed with a slight laugh. “Holy fuck, you’re actually turned on by this freaky shit, aren’t you?!” It was actually quite hypocritical of you to call him out like that, as you tried to push your own feelings of arousal to the side. “I mean, I’d be down, but… Are you actually being for real right now?”

He scoffs at your remarks, crossing his arms. “Yeah, I mean… I’d be lying if I said that the thought of you being that desperate for my cock wouldn’t turn me on.”

“Really? You’re kidding.” You gasp in utter disbelief. Frankly, you never would’ve expected Derek to be into this kind of stuff, even knowing firsthand that he could be pretty extreme. It was most likely the fact that it was a ‘penis molding kit’ that caught you off guard when your boyfriend genuinely considered it. “You’re actually��Because like, while I was joking, you know, I actually still wanted to get it, but I didn’t know if you were down, or—”

“Babe, this might be the weirdest yet sexiest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever thought of us doing. Of course I’m down.”

***

After bringing home the very ‘unique’ product the two of you purchased from the adult store, you and Derek had set up in the spacious kitchen of his (which was technically yours too, since you practically lived with him now). With all of your necessary supplies laid out on the counter as well as the kit’s included materials, you made it to the fifth step together. The counter’s surface was crowded with measuring cups, bowls, and the other required items as Derek’s lower half had been completely naked to prepare for the molding process. He was actually already jerking off vacantly, a cock ring against the base of his dick to keep him as hard as he could be for the mold.

“Oh my god, I can’t stop thinking about that,” you chuckle as you began to stir the mix of water with the kit’s included molding powder. “That was so fucking hilarious!”

“You’d think that—” Derek scoffs in amusement, practically interrupting himself. “When the cashier said I looked familiar, you’d think that she would’ve mentioned Danforth Enterprises or, hell, even my mom, right? But she thought—she fucking said—”

“Robby Apples!” You nearly cackle, continuing to mix the bowl’s contents after setting a timer for a minute, “She thought you were a fuckin’ porn star!”

“I—” he scoffs with a wide, amused grin on his lips, “Personally? I don’t see it. I don’t think we look alike, like, at all.”

“Right, right,” you chuckle softly, “but it’s the hair. It’s the hair, baby! The curls and stupid frosted tips, I bet that’s why she assumed that!”

“I mean, yeah, but Y/n… I’m way more famous than him. Like, I’m literally CEO of my company—hell, my mother is the President of the United fucking States! Like, how the hell do you mistake me for someone else?! Let alone a fucking porn star!” Derek huffs playfully, surprisingly not too offended by the mix-up. Usually his ego would be heavily bruised whenever someone didn’t recognize him immediately, but he was having way too much fun with you to even be serious about it. And you loved it.

“But, like…” you began with a slight smile, “to be fair, babe, she works at that sex shop. Her mind must be porn over politics.”

“Hey, just because she works at a sex shop doesn’t mean she’s a porn addict.” Derek then raises an eyebrow as he attempts to call you out, “Now that’s just assuming, isn’t it?”

You scowled, yet a small smirk still creeped upon your lips. “You’re talking to me about assuming? You’re—You say that as if you’re not the most judgmental asshole in the fucking world.”

“Ugh, fair point,” Derek shrugged in acceptance and self-awareness, not even bothering to argue because he knew you were right. Then, he paused thoughtfully. “That is a great slogan, though.”

“What, about assumptions?”

“No, ‘porn over politics.’”

“Oh, yes,” you nod with a hint of sarcasm, “The epitome of Derek Danforth.”

“Uh, no,” he scoffs quickly, “money and superiority is the epitome of Derek Danforth.”

You paused with a grimace on your face. “You did not just refer to yourself in the third person.”

“Wh—You do it all the time!” He exclaims.

“Uh, yeah,” you scoff, “ironically!”

Somehow, you didn’t notice until now that Derek was holding his phone in his hand, looking at the screen as he continued to stroke himself to sustain his erection. “Hey, what are you looking at, by the way?”

His eyes went up to you with an innocent, neutral expression. “Uhhh, your nudes.”

“You’re fucking kidding,” you chuckle.

“Uh, no,” he says, turning his phone around in an attempt to show you. “I’m literally going through them right now—”

“No, ew, don’t show me!” You laugh from embarrassment as you looked down at the mixing bowl you stirred, covering the peripheral view with your hand. As sexy as they were to Derek and to you during the time you were taking them, you really couldn’t take them seriously afterwards.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re embarrassed, babe,” he teases knowingly, making you roll your eyes. “You look so hot in them.”

“Dude—Of course I’m fucking embarrassed!” You reasoned, “I thought it was hot until the post-nut fuckin’ clarity kicked in!”

Suddenly, the timer went off as the two of you laughed softly at your last comment. You were then prompted to instantly focus as you turned off the blaring alarm and grabbed the tube closer to yourself on the counter.

“You fully hard, baby?” You ask casually, beginning to pour the white mixture inside of the tube.

“Yup,” he nodded simply, watching you prepare for the molding process.

After you finished pouring in all of the thick molding substance, you grabbed the tube and walked closer to your boyfriend. “Okay, so we’re just molding your dick now, for like, two… two minutes, I think? And you’re just gonna have to stay hard like that and don’t move too much,” you giggle, “I have to act fast, though, because there’s a reason why the water had to be ninety degrees, alright?”

“Alright,” Derek chuckles, “go ahead, babe.”

After setting up a two minute timer on your phone, you slowly placed the tube full of the ‘molding gel’ over his dick, making some of the white, thick substance drip out onto the floor. The two of you already began to cackle, Derek groaning in slight disgust from the weird feeling that the texture of the paste gave him around his cock.

“This is really fuckin’ messy,” he raises an eyebrow as he watches the leftover mixture spill onto the smooth, quartz tiles of the kitchen floor. “And it feels really… really weird around my dick,” Derek laughs softly.

“Well, we were warned about the mess but… damn, I didn’t know it’d be this crazy,” you chuckle, holding the tube in place, allowing you to stand close to Derek’s naked body. “Also, I know what you’re thinking—You’re not allowed to make a joke about how the molding gel resembles your fucking jizz.” Derek frowns immediately as you giggle at his reaction.

Rolling your eyes, you lean in closer to your lover, placing some soft kisses on his bare shoulder and collarbone. You always believed that Derek’s body was so beautiful, and you couldn’t help but show him how much you loved it all the time. “I’m gonna miss you, you know that?” You mumble with your lips pressed against the warm skin of his shoulder.

“Me too, baby,” he sighs softly, “but I’ll be back before you know it, alright?”

“I’m gonna fuck myself so fucking hard with this weird ass thing when you’re gone.”

“Sorry,” you mumble afterwards, realizing what you had blurted caused Derek to become speechless.

Your filthy words had been delivered so bluntly and casually, gaining a low groan from Derek’s throat. “Fuck. You can’t just—Baby, please tell me you’ll get me off after we do this because, fuck, I’ve been so hard for so fucking long and you’re already making things worse with that kind of talk,” he complains, nearly pleading.

“Jeez, I said I was sorry...” Chuckling, you bury your face in his neck affectionately. “Don’t worry, babe, we have so much time after this. You can fuck me as hard as you want.”

“Fuck…” he moaned at the visual you gave him with your words.

Resting your lips contently in the crook of his neck, you let out a small snicker afterwards. “Dude, I can’t get that stupid fucking meme out of my head…”

“What meme?” Derek asked curiously, no longer focusing solely on his arousal he had for you.

“The fuckin’—Your mom, the Jessica Danforth one that they would—”

“Oh, my god,” he scoffs lightly with a smile, amused by recollection of a popular, new internet meme they made of the US President. “But that one is so fucking stupid.”

“Nuh-uh, it’s iconic because your mom is iconic,” you retort playfully, “and those ‘stupid’ memes ended up being genuine, effective marketing strategies towards her campaign.”

Honestly, it was kind of adorable to Derek that you thought that lousy, new generation memes of her was what mainly helped his mother’s campaign. It was less adorable, however, that it wasn’t really the case. If only you knew…

You leaned in, briefly connecting your soft lips with his, appreciating the intimacy of your closeness that this position bestowed upon the two of you. Your kiss had pushed his underlying guilt aside for now, melting in the short moment of sweetness.

“Hey, when can I get this thing off of me?” He asks suddenly once your lips had parted from each other.

You pursed your lips curiously. “Uhh, well, is it hard yet?”

“Baby, my dick has been hard the entire time for this, you know that.”

“No, I meant—” you giggled breathlessly, “I meant the molding gel, has it hardened yet?”

“Well, it feels like it, sort of,” he remarked with a shrug.

“Eh, we can just wait for the full two minutes,” you suggested, prompting that you both should wait until the timer ends.

Soon enough, the two of you had gone through the entire procedure. You removed the tube from Derek’s cock, placing it on the counter as you mixed the silicone packets together to pour that mixture into the mold. Then, you placed the included vibrator inside the tube through the hole of a cardboard cover that rested on the top of the rim to keep it from sinking completely down into the mold.

“We are… done,” you laugh softly, the two of you looking at the tube filled with liquid silicone, most certainly taking the form of Derek’s dick. “I don’t know what I was expecting, but we are going to have to wait, like, twenty-four hours until we can take it out of the mold.”

“Well, shit. I am actually both fucking terrified and excited to see how it’ll end up looking like,” he shrugs with a slight scoff.

“Your dick, but in a glow-in-the-dark green,” you reply with a simple nod. “So… What now?”

A thoughtful yet mischievous grin appears on Derek’s lips as his eyes trail hungrily over your body.

After eagerly stripping your pants and underwear down, Derek lifted you up on the edge of the kitchen table, lips never leaving yours as he kissed you deeply and passionately. He grabbed onto your thigh, lightly gasping at the rough grip as his other hand slipped under your shirt to feel the soft skin of your back. Derek actually used the hemp oil that you two purchased earlier (alongside the Clone-A-Willy), rubbing it over your sensitive groin, then pleasurably lubricating your entrance. “God, I need you so bad, baby,” he mumbles lustfully, pulling your hips closer to the edge of the counter to line himself up with you.

A soft, yet vocal moan escaped your lips as you feel his rock hard, throbbing cock stretching and pushing through your tight, needy hole. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” Derek grunts, eyes half-lidded as he looked at you with lust and admiration. And from this heavenly sensation, you had been reminded that he still had that cock ring on.

You giggled immaturely, “you know, I forgot you even had that o—” He moved both his hands to spread open your thighs, trailing back up to grip your hips as he began to slowly thrust inside of you, making you whine as you placed your hands on his shoulders. “D-Derek—” You choke out a moan as he gradually increases his pace, firmly pushing his hips against yours to get as deep inside of you as he could. His cock was so fucking hard, indisputably caused by the pressure of the ring, but also from how much your sole body turned him on.

The two of your moans echoed in the atmosphere of the kitchen, especially as you wrapped your legs tightly around his back, pushing him in even deeper. “Fuck,” you whined softly, feeling one of his hands trail under the back of your shirt again during each heavy thrust until he finally lifts it off of you, throwing the piece of fabric onto the floor.

Your insides had deliciously gripped Derek’s firm cock so tight, withdrawing a low, prolonged groan from his throat as he then picked up the pace. He pounded deeply into you, head hanging low as he focused on his hard thrusts.

“Shit!” You nearly cry, wrapping your arms around his neck as you started to feel more sensitive. “You’re so fucking hard, hell…”

“Am I usually not?” He teases with a smirk, not ceasing his movements anytime soon.

“Ugh, you know what I mean,” you panted breathlessly. “The fucking cock ring’s, like, making you even harder than you ever been. I can’t believe this only, like, the second time we’ve ever used it.”

“Are you implying that we should use it more?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Hell, yeah,” you replied with a satisfied moan.

“Fuck, baby,” Derek groans, hiding his face in your neck, briefly nipping at your flesh. “Fucking love how tight you feel around my fucking cock.”

You moaned at his sultry words, your arms leaving his neck and holding yourself up with your palms flat on the counter behind you, attempting to grind against his movements. “Fuuuck,” you mumble as your palms shifted behind you, nudging and almost knocking down the Clone-A-Willy tube that was still filled with un-solidified silicone. “Oh, shit!” Gasping in a short panic, you held it steady before it could fall and moved it away to the side.

“Jesus, babe, you almost spilled over my dick,” he scoffs with a chuckle, his thrusts slightly sloppy from this distraction.

“Oh, I’ll spill something over your dick, babe,” you joked swiftly with a playful smirk.

“Oh my god, you’re fucking terrible,” he groaned as a mere, amused smile formed at his lips.

“Shut up, I’m not the one who got mistaken for a porn star,” you retorted, flashing a teasing grin.

“God, never fucking bring that up again,” Derek huffs, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, I will, baby, I will so use it against you,” you claim humorously.

Suddenly, he lifts you up by your ass, away from the counter as he was still pressed deeply inside of you. Holding you up against him in the center of the kitchen floor, he thrusted up inside of you, creating a strong wave of pleasure throughout your entire being.

“Fuck!” You cried as his fingernails dig into the skin of your ass, pushing his cock in and out of your sensitive hole. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, babe, you might not be a porn star, but you sure as hell fuck like one, shit…” The harsh sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoed lewdly in the kitchen as he continued holding you up, and even guiding and pushing your hips skillfully against his.

Finally, he brought the two of you over on a chair, sitting down against it as you were positioned on top, his dick completely inside of you. “Ride me, baby,” he mutters, cupping your face gently, yet pulling you in urgently for a deep, wet kiss, shoving his tongue through your lips.

Breaking the kiss, Derek’s hands explored and caressed the warm, smooth skin of your body, muttering lustful praises to you. This prompted you to begin moving, placing your hands on his shoulders as your hips would gently grind against his. “Mmm,” you hum softly in pleasure before your head is thrown back the moment you increase your pace.

You let your knees assist you in bouncing on his thick cock, feeling his arms being wrapped around your back tightly to bring you in closely and intimately. “Fuck, baby…” Derek huffs, attempting to move his hips up with yours.

This position was short-lived, however, because of Derek’s urgency to fuck you fast and properly, lifting you back up once again. He made out with you as he held you, kissing your lips roughly and hotly while we stumbled towards the living room to finally throw you down on the couch.

He immediately grabbed your legs, lifting them up to place your ankles over his shoulders, nipping softly at your legs in admiration before thrusting back in.

“Fuck!” He groans, moving his hips at a much rougher and faster rate, practically pounding into you with both lust and love.

“Shit, Derek!” You whimper, feeling his cock slide in and out of you so fluidly, stretching and caressing your sensitive walls. From all the buildup of the previous positions, you felt so close already. “Fuck, baby. I—I’m gonna cum—”

“Just—fuck—hold on a little longer, baby,” he mutters, ramming his dick inside of you without faltering, focusing on driving the both of you to the very edge.

“Baby…” You whined desperately, looking up at him as you felt yourself begin to clench around him. And that really did it for him.

“Fuuuck,” Derek moaned, his movements against you beginning to stagger, “Cum for me, baby, c’mon.”

A loud, whiny moan escaped your lips as your back arched up against him, tensing up as you finally released. Your tight, fleshy walls around Derek prompted him to come right after, spilling his warm, white semen deep inside of you, muttering a few curse words before collapsing on top of you.

The both of you panted heavily, struggling to catch your breaths as you felt each other’s sweaty, naked body against one another’s. You chuckle breathlessly, feeling so content from the overwhelming ecstasy that your orgasm bestowed upon yourself.

“So good,” Derek whispered, kissing your lips in a sloppy, lazy manner, “you did so good for me, sweetheart.”

***

“What in… the actual fuck.”

The next day, after it had been exactly 24 hours since you’ve poured in the silicone inside of the mold, you and Derek took it out, revealing his glow-in-the-dark, cloned dick.

The two of you looked down at the new dildo, then looked at each other before cackling loudly and heartily, your laughs echoing in the kitchen where you had done the reveal.

“Oh, my god, it looks—it looks exactly fucking like it, babe!” You exclaim in disbelief, nearly wheezing as you hold the light green, phallic object in your grasp.

“That is,” he began, trying to recover from his previous, hearty laughter, “fucking insane. It’s so uncanny, like… it looks so real.”

“Dude, look at all the detail!” You urged, small snickers escaping your throat, “like even the veins and the fucking—what—frenulum, like… What the hell?!”

“And it’s such a bright ass neon green, holy shit,” Derek chuckled, continuing to examine the silicone.

“Hey, it matches your entire vibe, at least. You know. Green. Money. Ehh?”

The two of you giggled childishly, enjoying the absolute absurdity of this entire situation. “God, only you, Y/n, could get me to do the stupidest fucking things that I would never be willing to do for, like, anybody else,” Derek remarked with a slight smile.

”Hey, you were up for it too,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes, “I was joking about it first, but you were the one who took it seriously!”

“Uh, you were the one who grabbed it first,” retorted Derek.

“And you were the one who took it seriously when I was joking,” you repeated, chuckling softly in amusement.

“I—” But before he could say anything, he realized that you were right. “God fucking dammit.”

***

Tomorrow, Derek would have left for the business trip, the two of you saying your goodbyes before he would disappear into his private jet. And the day after, as your lover stayed at a luxurious hotel, lounging comfortably on the bed, he received a few texts from you during the night:

Y/n: hey

Y/n: it actually does glow in the dark btw

Y/n: [sent an attachment]

Derek’s eyes widened instantly, jaw dropping at the sight of the diabolically lewd image you had just sent him. Including the familiar, bright green item in the frame, of course.

“Holy fu—”

[this-aint-massachusetts]

They’re all in a poly relationship (they’re all dead and will never meet but that’s fine)

[cryptidcorners]

beekeeper Tumblr .....I'm back and ready to party

[nemmet]

my first time using capcut!! this song was just too perfect for this awful man 🫶

song: confidence (is easy) by the hoosiers movie: the beekeeper character: derek danforth