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“On your Knees”

Derek Danforth x Gender neutral reader

Word count: 3218

Warning: NSFW 18+, sexual tension, degradation, Hard dom Derek, fellatio only (aka giving head), exhibitionism (on the limousine), porn with plot, Enemies to lovers, lightly slut shaming Derek and the reader, Mentions of vaping and carts. Sassy reader, Even sassier Derek. No use of y/n. Words like slut and whore are used here. Light use of choking and spiting on readers face.

Summary: Once a suspicious source leaked documents of Derek helping his mom get ahead of the presidential election, you are forced into a PR relationship to distract the media from finding the truth. Even if this is all a facade, Derek will prove you’re his.

Notes: This was very rushed so sorry for a few mistakes here and there, also this is heavily inspired by Partition.

Being the vice president’s child wasn’t easy. Especially since you had to be around Derek a lot, which was hard to do. Every word he said sounded snarky and smart-assed. His demeanor was something you hated. But, since someone found out and leaked that Derek pulled some strings to make his mother win the presidential election, everyone decided to pull a PR stunt about Derek dating you to distract the media from ever finding out the truth.

You both had no option but to agree, even if you hated the idea.

You were waiting for Derek to arrive since fake paparazzi were outside, ready to take candid photos of you both walking around. Clearly not knowing you guys are being followed. The attire was supposed to be casual, like you both didn’t want to be noticed, but Derek, being Derek, came with flashy clothes that didn’t match. Military green-colored pants, a tiger-print shirt, and a dark red coat.

“Derek, what the fuck are you wearing?” You said this as your hands traveled to your forehead. Hoping it would calm you, which was hard to do with him around.

“Pants are Dolce Gabbana. Shirt Versage, of course... coat is—“

“No, Derek.” A sigh escapes from your lips. Your eyes tried to avoid his over-the-place outfit, but the distracting contrast of colors made it hard to not look away. “You were supposed to dress casual.”

“You said casual. This is how I dress casually. It’s not my fault; you are just basic compared to what I wear.” The look he gave you was the classic Derek Danforth smirk that made your blood boil.

You didn’t want to deal with his banter. Today was too stressful already, and it felt like it was going to get worse.

You walked towards the men's section of the store, picking up more casual clothes that you thought would fit Derek. He followed behind you with a raised eyebrow. Derek hits his menthol vape, the vapor hitting the exposed back of your neck and making you shiver lightly.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice laced with annoyance.

"I'm picking out clothes for you," you said, not bothering to turn around. "Now, stop that disgusting habit." You motioned to the vape. “You’re way too addicted to that shit.”

“I ain’t wearing those.” He said while crossing his arms, leaning on one of the walls, arms folded together, his eyebrow still raised in question as to what you were about to do now that he refused.

“Derek I frankly don’t give a fuck what you want. Just try these on. Now.”

Derek groaned but complied, taking the clothes you threw at him. He stepped into the fitting room and began to change. Meanwhile, you stood outside the door, tapping your foot impatiently, trying to calm down.

After a few minutes, the door finally opened, revealing Derek in a more casual ensemble of jeans and a plain white tee. "You happy?" He asked with a snarky tone. The basic outfit made the silhouette of his figure more apparent, and the white tee was the perfect amount of see-through-ness that lets you see the outline of his slutty man waist and abs.

You nodded and immediately turned away to avoid your eyes making it obvious that they were taking every detail of his body. It's clear you can’t stand Derek. No one could to be fair but, Derek had this sensual energy that was captivating, but the charm breaks once he opens his mouth.

Your hands grabbed sunglasses for the both of you. Once everything was paid for, your hand grabbed Derek's, which made him flinch a bit.

Yes, this was out of the ordinary. Usually, if you both were in a room together, you guys tried to avoid each other and be as distant as possible, but you couldn’t escape this time, and the only reason you were even part of this PR stunt was that there are only 5 people in the US who know the truth behind Derek’s crimes. Derek, his mom, your father, the person who exposed him, and finally, you. So there was no choice.

The more you thought about your hands in unison, the more you felt yourself getting nervous. It didn’t feel good, but it didn’t feel bad either. His strong hand gripping tightly around yours made you feel some type of way. The sudden rush of emotion is making you feel lightheaded and sick. It's been so long since you've been touched, and the feeling of his firm, masculine hands wrapped around you made you shiver. You know you shouldn’t get turned on by a simple hand-holding, but then again, he has this sensual aura in everything he does.

You started to make your way out with Derek, walking slowly to help the totally not-paid-for paparazzi take the best photos of you both.

“You know…” Derek said, looking at you with a smirk. “You look really good this way.”

Was this a compliment from the Derek Danforth? That was rare. “What?” You asked confusedly.

“Yeah, you look great. Like with the hoodie over your head and the sunglasses covering your face... I think you look better this way than you do on a regular basis.”

Of course, he had to make a snarky comment. “Shut up.” You said this as you rolled your eyes.

“No, I’m serious, like you’re almost… passing.”

You tilted your head and raised your eyebrows. “For what?”

He shrugs “I don’t know.” Derek stopped his trance for a second to look at you up and down. You felt your body tremble as his intense eyes ran over your body. People’s eyes linger on you, but when Derek Danforth, with his perfect jawline, sharp features, and lean physique, looked at you in such a way, your mind was blank.

“You tell me,” Derek said smoothly as a playful grin appeared on his face. For a second, you are left speechless. No smart-ass comment comes to mind.

After a few seconds of awkward silence you finally found your words. "You're looking at me like you’re checking me out.”

Derek smiled at you. “Maybe I am.” He said as he hopped into the limousine, taking a small glance of you before leaving you standing there awkwardly. Then, the driver opened the door for you.

Once you sat down, your mind couldn’t help but think of how his hand gripped yours. The thought alone made you shiver, leaving your mind empty. However, it would occasionally flash out imaginary images of Derek fucking you from behind or him kissing and sucking on your body with the new tongue piercing he got.

“Hey!” Derek snapped his fingers at your face, bringing you back to earth. When you met his gaze, he sat back.

“So, for how long are we doing this shit?”

For a second, you felt annoyed by his attitude, but at the same time, his features were too distracting to get a raise out of you. His strong build made it clear that if he wanted to, he could dominate you as he pleased. Not that you would mind anyway, even if you won’t admit it to his face.

“4 months.” You said, shaking your head, trying to block out those intrusive thoughts about him.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” He muttered to himself as he looked out the window, trying to hide his annoyance about the news before facing you once again. “And are we going to act monogamous too?”

“What?! Of course!” You sigh. “Do I have to remind you that I’m fake dating you because you fucked up? One thing is to be your fake partner, and another is to cheat on your fake partner. I mean, if the paparazzi find you kissing someone else who isn’t me, they’re going to pity me and I don’t want that. So don’t even try it.”

Derek gives you the most cold expression before he hits his vape. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, thinking of something.

“Alright…” He said, then leaned forward. “Can I go to a party alone then?”

“I wasn’t born yesterday. You’re basically like a cart at a party. Tossed around, everyone’s mouths on you.” You mentioned with hints of slight jealousy.

It was true that at every party, if there was at least one single attractive person around his age, Derek would go to them and make out. Sometimes Derek would disappear for the night with them too.

Derek smirks. “Ah, so you’re jealous.” How did he…

He smirked more as he watched you flinch. “It’s cute,” he whispered to himself. “You know, I’m not surprised you find me attractive.” His voice was filled with arrogance. “I get it often.”

“You’re so full of yourself.” You scoff and look at the limousine’s floor. You felt Dejavú for a strange reason.

“If you want to go to that party, I’m coming with you to keep you in check.”

Derek raises his eyebrows and lets out a little chuckle. “Keep me in check? Do you think you can accomplish that?" His voice was filled with snark.

"Okay, maybe not, but if you’re going to be fucking around, I might as well.”

Derek stood there quietly. Processing your words.

“I’m not going to sit around and let you cheat on our fake relationship.” You retort, matching his previous tone and determination. Your gaze never wavered, holding his in a silent battle of wills. The tension in the car was thick, and the air was heavy with unspoken words and unspent emotions.

Derek's eyes narrowed, a glint of admiration flashing in them. “You’re a bold one, aren’t you?” He finally said, breaking the silence. His words lingered with sarcasm.

“Just don’t go around sleeping or kissing with random people, and I will do the same.” You mentioned.

Derek laughed, shaking his head slightly. "We'll see about that," A playful glint was painted on his eyes. "I won’t promise anything, but for now, let's focus on the party. Make sure you're dressed to impress because you're representing me as well."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his comment, but you nodded in agreement. "I'll do my best," you muttered with the most fake smile possible.

As the driver pulled up to your place, you quickly gathered your things and stepped out of the limousine. You knew you needed to get ready quickly since it was almost time, but you also needed to give a good image of yourself at the party. You’re the vice president’s kid, after all.

You fixed your hair and face before you rushed straight to your closet. Finding the perfect outfit. The material was velvet blue, and it combined with your subtle silver jewelry.

After 45 minutes, the limousine was outside. You stepped in, and Derek started to check you out with those eyes, taking in every detail of you. Not in admiration but more in a judgmental way.

“Get here.” He demands . You were confused by his tone, but you leaned closer to him anyway.

Derek rolled his eyes and started to fix your clothes. His eyes curiously traveled around your figure before landing on your lips. You followed his gaze. A shiver ran down your spine at the thoughts you were having now.

"Is there something wrong?" You asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

"No, nothing's wrong," he muttered, continuing to adjust your attire. "You just look... too... accessible."

You raised an eyebrow, not understanding his cryptic remark. "And what's wrong with that?"

He leaned closer, his breath hot against your body.

"I don't want anyone else getting ideas," he whispered, his breath sending chills all over you. "They need to know you're mine, understand?"

You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of anger and arousal coursing through your veins. Yes, you were both fake dating, but that didn't make you his property.

"I'm not yours," you managed to croak out, trying to maintain your composure.

Derek voiced an annoyed chuckle before his hand was placed on your cheek. His touch was soft, and suddenly he slapped you in a teasing manner. “You are now. Like it or not,” he said with a husky tone that rang in your ears and made your heart stop.

“You think I don’t notice your eyes literally undressing me?” He leaned closer, pressing his body hard against yours.

“And I bet you fuck other people wishing I was taking their place.”

You felt your heart race as Derek's body pressed against yours, his words sending a jolt of electricity through your entire being. His confidence was intoxicating, and his dominance was undeniable.

"I don't fuck random people," you retorted, trying to keep your voice steady. "And I certainly don't wish you were in their place."

"Yeah, right,” Derek said as he raised the dark partition window of the limousine to give you both more privacy between you and the driver. He then grabbed your neck lightly, but his fingertips pierced your neck thoroughly. “Let me show you that you’re wrong about that.” He said before he leaned to kiss you.

As expected, Derek wasn’t soft, no. His kisses were rough, aggressive, and undeniably passionate. His fingers bit into your neck, causing you to groan into his mouth. There was no denying the electricity between you; the tension and attraction were impossible to ignore.

When he finally pulled away, you were breathless and flushed, your heart pounding in your chest that you swore you could hear it. "Like I said," he growled, his eyes dark and harsh. "you're mine."

He spread his legs, giving you access to his bulge. The gray dress pants leave little to the imagination. You couldn't help but gasp at the sight before you, your heart racing even faster. Derek's confidence was astounding, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill of desire coursing through your veins. "You're pushing it, Danforth.”

Derek grabbed your wrists forcefully; his eyes narrowed as he pulled you closer. “Make use of your mouth for once.” He said, letting go of you so he could roll off his pants and underwear, exposing his erect cock, glazed with pre cum.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then you steeled yourself and leaned forward, extending your tongue and tentatively touching the tip of his cock. The taste of his cum was bittersweet and hot, and it sent a shockwave of pleasure coursing through you.

Derek groaned, his hand gripped your hair and pulled your head closer to his crotch. "That's better," he praised, his voice husky with desire. "Get on your knees and suck it like you mean it."

You paused for a moment longer, trying to gather your courage, before you did as he complied, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and taking it slowly into your mouth. It was bigger than anything you've ever encountered, and it felt strange yet right in your mouth, almost like it was it’s only use.

You began to move your head up and down, your tongue swirling around the base of his cock, exploring every inch of him. Derek groaned again, his hips rocking slightly against your face, encouraging you to take more of him. You did, deep-throating him until you gagged slightly, but you didn't stop.

“You like when you get treated like a whore, don't you?” He asked teasingly before you slapped his inner thigh in response.

“And a brat too.” he chuckled.

You continued to suck and stroke his cock, feeling his warmth and hardness against your throat. His moans turned into growls, and his grip on your hair tightened. The power he held over you was intoxicating, and you found yourself lost in the rhythm of his thrusts and your head movements.

The cars and rain noises were replaced by the sounds of your slurping and his grunts. Your hands gripped his thighs tightly, digging into his flesh and leaving a few marks as you took more of him into your mouth. The feeling of being owned by him was addictive, and you wanted more.

Derek whimpered, his hips thrusting faster as his cock grew harder in your mouth. "That's it, that’s it... oh fuck," he panted, his voice hoarse with desire. "You like this, don't you?" Derek asked as he looked down at you, enjoying the sight of you on your knees just for him. "Being my dirty little slut?"

You moaned around his cock, your response muffled but clear enough. You didn’t want to admit it but you loved being his slut, loved satisfying him and making him feel good. You continued to bob your head, sucking him off eagerly as he called you names. It only turned you on more, knowing that you were his to use. Derek's hands tightened on you, guiding you as he thrust into your mouth. "That's good." He praised. "Such a good slut for me."

Your tongue swirled around the head of his cock, teasing him mercilessly. You loved the way he growled and shook when you did that, how much it drove him wild. "You like how you're mine, don't you?" Derek asked. "You love being my fuck toy huh?"

Without waiting for a response, he pulled you off his cock forcefully, causing you to choke and gag before spitting on your face. "Open wide.” he ordered, positioning his cock at your lips again. This time, you didn't hesitate. You opened wide, waiting for him to thrust back inside your throat. "That's better," he praised, starting to thrust faster and deeper, his hips moving in sync with your head's movement.

You gagged and choked on his cock, tears streaming down your cheeks as he continued to fuck your mouth. You loved the feeling of being his toy, owned and used for his pleasure.

Derek's hand gripped your hair tightly, pulling your head back harder, forcing more of his cock into your throat. "I know you love it," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "If you keep doing this you might become my favorite fuck toy.”

You moaned around his cock, unable to form coherent words, but the meaning behind his words resonated strongly within you. You wanted this, wanted to belong to him completely, to please him in every way possible. You could feel his cock throbbing in your throat, ready to come at any second.

With a final growl, Derek pushed your head deeper as he came, filling your mouth with him. You gagged slightly but managed to swallow it all, feeling satisfied with your performance despite the big size.

As you were about to get up from your knees, Derek grabbed your neck and looked down at your teary eyes.

"One more thing," he growled, his eyes never leaving yours.

You felt the limousine stop as you both finally arrived at the party. Derek looked at the window then at you. “We’re not done for the night.” He said before letting go of your neck, his hands buckling his pants again.

Once he was all set, you both stepped out, walking to the party. You felt a mix of exhaustion and excitement as you followed Derek. You weren't sure what he meant by "Not done for the night,” But you were eager to find out.

Thanks for reading! and if you have any requests send them out. You can also help me pick my next smut idea here.

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