《 j. hutcherson | oneshots 》

$ D. DANFORTH $

cw - suggestive language

YOU SLOWLY OPENED YOUR eyes, staring up at the ceiling. "fuck.." you groaned as you sat up. your entire lower body ached; you could blame derek for that. you slipped on some shorts and one of derek's shirts that you found. "alright..three..two..one- FUCKKKK!" you fell straight to the floor. "i'm gonna kill that man.." you muttered. your phone began to rang. you grabbed it and answered the call.

"what? it's my day off" you spoke, trying to stand again. "morning to you
too, gorgeous. how are you?" derek replied. "well, you broke the lower half of my body last night. guess" you retorted, earning a chuckle from derek. "you were the one begging me to be rough, babs. you said something along the lines of-" "you finish that sentence, you're never fucking me again" you spoke as a blush arose.

you finally managed to stand and was able to make your way to the kitchen. "you don't mean that, especially not with how amazing i made you feel." you could hear his grin, making you roll your eyes. "get off your high horse, derek, it wasn't-" "'oh derek! please make me cum~!'" he mocked, laughing afterwards.

you furrowed your eyebrows as your blush deepened. "you think you're real fucking funny. you should be a comedian rather than a scammer" you said as you made yourself a cup of coffee. "it's okay, babs, you can say that you don't really hate me and admit that-" "wait, shut up for a sec."

you looked around, thinking that you had heard a noise outside of your house. you set your coffee down and grabbed a knife. you then began to walk around the house, listening closely. "the hell's going on?" derek asked. "i'm..hearing shit" you replied, shaking your head.

you turned back around and came face-to-face with someone. you instantly knew who he was: the beekeeper that you had worked to protect derek from. the silence was deafening; the two of you stood, looking at each other. "what the fuck are you doing in my house?" you questioned, pointing the knife at him. "you're connected to him somehow. tell me where he is, and i'll leave you be" he spoke.

you narrowed your eyebrows. you knew he was talking about derek. you wouldn't give him up that easily, however. "i don't know what you're talking about" you retorted. the beekeeper stepped forward. "last chance" "i don't know what you're talking about." your tone was much more serious.

he quickly disarmed you and began to fight. you dropped your phone and fought back. the beekeeper attempted to stab you multiple times, almost succeeding each time. you growled as you punched at him.

on derek's end, he yelled at his employees. "everybody better get on their shit! go head down there right now!" he commanded. he knew that you wouldn't go down easily, but knowing how the beekeeper is, you wouldn't survive.

you continued to fight him. you tensed up when you felt the knife's blade enter your side. you fell to the ground, weak. you then looked up at the beekeeper. "fuck...you.." you said, spitting out some blood. with a swift kick to the head, you were out cold.

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was originally a smut chapter, but it got so..awkward, to say the least
not my bsf roasting derek when we watched the movie earlier 😭