A continuation of Miss Me. Here's the link for that, but you can read this and understand without reading the first fic.
Miss Me
Also, I'm going to post a masc reader version, here's the link
Wanna Feel It (Masc Reader)
And the gn reader version
Wanna Feel It (Gn Reader)
Meant to be read to "PHONK25.wav" by Omguate, link below.
“Fuck yes, just like that... Good girl... Taking me so good, huh?” Derek pounds into you with fervor. Your tight cunt drips with his cum, but he’s not done yet. Not even close. “Yeah, you like how my cock feels?” he growls. All you can manage is a whine. He feels so good filling you up, every thrust stronger than the last. His dick throbs as he draws close to orgasm yet again, and before you can even manage a moan at the vibration, he spills another load into you. He suddenly pulls out, and you whimper at the loss. You hear him suck in a breath, almost like he’s nervous about something. Then you hear him say, “Your turn.”
“What do you mean my turn?” you ask, confused what he could possibly be trying to say. “I mean, it’s your turn,” he repeats. “My turn to what?” you push, now incredibly puzzled. He looks up at you, eyes full of lust, but also something else. Fear? Why on Earth would he be afraid?
“Fuck me,” he demands quietly, but it’s such a timid manner in which he says it that it sounds more like he’s asking a question. Your eyes widen in surprise. You never expected Derek Danforth to be a submissive man, but here he was asking you to fuck him. And the idea turned you on to no end.
You snap back to reality, watching him stare at you in terror, awaiting your response. He knows you love him, but he’s still petrified. In his mind, there’s a very distinct possibility that you’ll think he’s pathetic for wanting you to rail him the way he does, but it’s too late now. He’s completely at your mercy. Little does he know, that’s exactly what you want, too.
“Lay down on your stomach,” you command him, assurance and authority practically oozing from your voice. He immediately obeys. He wants to protest, but with how you’re speaking to him, how can he? “Good boy,” you praise, and now he knows. You’re emanating an air of arrogance, and behind it is what he recognizes as lust.
He feels a knot of arousal form in his core, and he whimpers. How can he possibly say no to you? This is quite possibly the best thing that’s ever going to happen to him. He tries not to think of all of the ways you could take control of him, but he can’t help but let his mind wander. He sees visions of you doing all of the things he’s done to you countless times before, and it’s driving him crazy. You take note of his lust-drunk state, and use it to your advantage.
He’s been so lost in his reverie that Derek doesn’t realize you’ve already attached your strap-on, and he’s completely caught off guard as you slowly push into him. He lets out a whine in both surprise and pleasure as you begin to build up speed. Before long, you’re thrusting into him powerfully, the same way he was into you a few minutes ago. He takes every thrust so eagerly, so gratefully.
“You like that, don’t you? You’re a fucking slut for me, aren’t you?” He can barely bring himself to answer. He’s so stuffed with your strap that it’s a struggle for him to even moan, “F-fuck... feels so... unhhh...” It’s clear he loves this. As do you. Having control over him is different, but it’s a nice change of pace.
All of a sudden, you have an idea. You pull out, and he begins to whine in protest. “Stop complaining and stand against the edge of the bed, Derek,” you order him. He obeys slowly, and you hear him grumbling something about how he shouldn’t have to, and how it wasn’t fair that you pulled out.
“What was that?” you inquire insistently. “I said it’s not fair! Why did you pull out?” he bites back sharply. You frown. Here you were trying to make him feel good, and he complains? Brat.
“Because I’m in charge. Now turn around and stop bitching,” you growl, frustrated that he dares question your judgement. But he doesn’t listen, instead deciding to stand there and pout like a spoiled child.
“Last chance, Derek. Turn around,” you warn, your tone teetering between angry and downright enraged. When he doesn’t, you grab his waist, pushing him to the edge of the bed and bending him over it yourself. You yank his wrists behind him and shove yourself into him roughly. He yelps as you pound into him, barely allowing him a chance to adjust.
“Now,” you snarl between thrusts, “You’re going to be a good boy and take my strap. And to teach you some manners, I’m going to punish you. That’s what happens to bad boys. They get punished.” He whimpers in what anyone else would think is pain, but you know he’s aroused by this. Although he’ll never admit it out loud. Unless...
“Your punishment,” you thrust into him, “will consist of two things. First, you’re going to get five spanks. Second, after each one, you’re going to tell me how you get off on being punished and used like this. On being completely at my mercy,” you explain, your hand coming down hard on his ass as you push into him so hard he sees stars. “Now tell me how it feels,” you command. “I-I get off on you punishing me...” he sputters. You nod in approval.
“Two,” you spank him again, shoving yourself into him with a lewd slap of skin. “I-it makes me hard when you hit me... S-spank me and fuck me l-like this... I...” he whimpers.
“Three.” Your hand hits his ass with a resounding clap, and he lets out a stifled moan as you drive inside him with authority. “Feels good when you-fuuuck-use me...” he groans, but the way he says it sounds more like he’s begging you. So you fuck him harder.
“Four,” you slap his ass and thrust so hard he’s completely sandwiched between you and the bed. He cries out and screams your name before he whimpers, “Feels so good when... When you show me who’s in charge...” You smile at how obedient he’s being.
“Five.” A loud smack and then another as you shove your strap deep into him. “I like it when you make me yours... When you discipline me... d-do this to me...” Derek stutters. You moan loudly, his words hitting you like a freight train. You stand there for a bit, lost in thought about how well he took you before you hear Derek speak in a voice barely above a whisper, “C-can you do that again?”
