Feelings for Ransom? The man you were forced to marry?
You can’t believe you actually willing went into his arms, called him pet names, fuck you kissed him! And took a fucking shower with him! After you let him eat you out followed up by a blow job you gave him.
What the hell were you going to do?
This wasn’t supposed to happen, you were supposed to hate him! Damn him for being so irresistibly sexy, it should be illegal to look that good. Now your mind was full of how he looked in that suit at the banquet, how badly you wanted to sneak off with him…
No!
No you didn’t!Oh but you did…
You cursed yourself as images-intimate images-floated through your mind, distracting you from your work. You ran a small boutique 10 minutes out from your shared home with Ransom, it took months to convince him to let you do it. He didn’t want you working at all, he wanted you to play his perfect little housewife. After talking to him about how it was your dream since you were a little girl to open this shop, he gave in and helped you with all the business aspects.
The conditions he had was for you to be home before he was, kiss him before you left, and not to work more than 30 hours a week. You couldn’t talk him out of the kissing part-because kissing always led to making out, which led to extremely hot sex-he claimed it nonnegotiable. He really didn’t like when you worked evenings, but you promised yourself you’d never ask your employees to do anything you wouldn’t do yourself.
A knock on your office door startled you, speak of the devil, your husband stood in the door way with his usual smirk. Ransom couldn’t lie, you looked so sexy sitting behind that desk he couldn’t wait to fuck you on it.
“Hi sweetness, you look absolutely ravishing.” he greeted, loving the flustered look on your face.
“Thank you Ran, did you need something?” you asked while looking back down at your laptop.
“I need your eyes first baby,” he requested, waiting until he had them before he spoke again.
“I’m putting more security on you as well as here and I’m going to need you to cut your hours back.” he said with a tone you didn’t like.
“Ransom! I don’t need more of your goons scaring away my customers and I have a lot of work to do!” you exclaimed, anger flooding through your veins.
“Baby listen to me-” he started, however you were quick to interrupt.
“No! This is mine! I will not let you ruin this!” you hissed, standing your ground by rising from your chair and staring him down despite the way his intense gaze frightened you.
Ransom snatched your throat, growling deep as his blue eyes darkened.
“This isn’t up for negotiation, you do what I say, when I say it. How many times must I remind you of this little one?” he spoke a breath away from your lips, almost daring you to stretch just a bit on your toes and close the gap.
No!You were mad at him!
“Let go of me you buffoon!” you hissed, clawing at his hand on your throat.
“Perhaps you do need a reminder.” he smirked, letting go of your throat as he stalked around your desk.
You tried to scurry away, but his hand caught your wrist. Screeching your protest, Ransom ignored you as he bent your upper half over your desk. He pinned your legs using his body weight leaning against you so you had really no chance of escaping. The tight skirt that showed off your gorgeous curves gave him easy access to where he needed as he lifted it above your hips, wasting no time to shred your panties with a simple tug at the lace.
“Ransom! Let me go!” you screamed, an enraged gasp escaping as you felt the sting of his palm hit your right ass cheek.
“Maybe I will after I tan your hide and sink my cock so deep in this pussy you’ll forget your own fuckin’ name.” he goaded, hitting your left cheek with his other hand.
“That will not happen!” you exclaimed, no matter how badly you wanted it to.
“Hmmm, how about the other night when you practically begged me to fuck you until you stopped breathing?” he smirked as he continued spanking both cheeks in slow yet rapid successions.
“I did not! Ow!” you huffed, flailing your hands back to cover your stinging derrière.
Ransom chuckled at your attempt, removing his neck tie and forcefully securing your wrists.
“No! Ransom!” you yelled, struggling against the fabric.
“Nothing prettier than seeing my handprints on this ass, mine.” he groaned as he squeezed his hard on to relieve the pressure of it throbbing to be inside of you.
“It hurts,” you whined, but the sick part of your head couldn’t help the desire of wanting him to spank you again.
“You like it,” he grinned as he spanked you more.
“No!” you cried, even though you knew your husband could see how aroused you were.
He smirked to himself as he ran a finger down the seam of your pussy lips, feeling the slick mess you’ve made. You squeaked as the tip of his finger petted your clit, unsuccessfully pushing your thighs together when Ransom kicked your feet further apart.
“Admit you like this baby.” he demanded, slapping your ass harder than before when you shook your head no.
“Tell me how much you love when your husband spanks you.” he repeated, slipping two fingers inside feeling your weeping hole clench at his intrusion.
“Oh-fuck,” you whined, his fingers were so long and thick as they stretched you.
The pleasure and the pain mixed deliciously, you knew you wouldn’t be sitting for a good while. Now, all you wanted was his huge cock pounding the fuck out of your pussy. You hated yourself, ashamed for how sickening this was yet you could feel the craving for more.
“My beautiful wife, mine.” Ransom spoke to himself, grinning slyly when you yelped as he found your special spot.
“There baby! Fuck yes please!” you moaned, pushing yourself back against his as he hit that spot until your orgasm crashed over.
“That’s my girl, god you’re perfect.” Ransom murmured, undoing his dress pants and shoving them down along with his boxers.
“Ransom,” you whined, desperate to feel him inside of you.
He watched as his cock slid right inside of you, the warmth of your walls welcoming him in made a wicked smile grace his lips. He knew you wanted him, you tried so hard to fight your attraction to him. In the end, both of you got off on the chase and the amazing orgasms.
After Ransom left you with a very sore behind and too many orgasms for you to count, the shop was about to close. He wasn’t kidding about the security when you saw two more guards posted at the back and front entrances of your shop. You left your office to help your employees with closing duties, now wishing you would have just left with Ransom moments earlier when you heard something whiz past your head.
“Ambush!” One of the guards yelled, bullets reigning in your shop as glass flew everywhere.
You hid behind the counter, clutching the top of your head as the other employees followed your actions. There was an unmistakable sound of a body hitting the ground, more bullets, and then silence.
“Mrs.Drysdale?” your personal guard, Hector, called.
“Here,” you squeaked out, barely peaking over until you saw his soft features and grey hair.
“I called Ransom, he’s on the way. I’ve called for some other of my men to escort your employees home.” he informed you.
“Thank you Hector,” you murmured, turning to the two girls that were barely 20.
“I’m so sorry,” you said to them, tears in your eyes.
Minutes later, Hector’s men arrived to take the girls home. That left you to wait on your husband who was uncharacteristically taking a while to get here. You couldn’t help the despair you felt as you looked at your shop, everything ruined.
“Y/n? Baby? Where’s my wife?” you heard the familiar demanding tone of your Ransom, the pent up emotions threatening to let loose.
“Here sir, she’s unharmed.” Hector spoke as he motioned to your still figure.
Ransom rushed over, wrapping his strong arms around you. He held you tightly as your arms came around his waist.
“I got you baby, it’s ok.” he murmured, pressing his lips to your head.
“It’s all ruined, e-everything is-is-” you sobbed into his chest, the tears spilling over as you cried.
“Shhhh my love,” he hushed as he rocked the two of you.
“Wh-Why? Why me?” you asked to no one in particular, the broken cries tore at Ransom’s once stone cold heart.
“One of my men got a trace on the bullet sir, it’s Franelli.” Hector informed as he stood with two other guards.
“I knew it, fucking bastard.” Ransom hissed, clutching you tighter in his arms.
“It’s all my fault.” you whimpered, hiding your face in Ransom’s expensive sweater.
“Hey, no no baby listen to me.” he said sternly as he lifted your chin.
“It it! There’s nothing else to it Ransom!” you shouted, pushing his hands away from your tear stained face.
You walked back to your office, rummaging around for whatever was salvageable. Ransom watched from afar, knowing you needed some space to process things. He turned to Hector, the older man waiting for instructions.
“Find whoever did this, bring them to the warehouse. I’ll meet you there after I get my wife home and secure.” Ransom ordered, a stiff nod from Hector came before they separated.
Summary: You miss your husband, so surprising him was in both yours and his favor…
Note: Inspired by thisask my bestie left me, hope you guys enjoy
Also I hope I did this head cannon thingy right this is only my second attempt
Warnings: porn with a little plot, husband!Chris, kind of angsty, smut(dom/sub aspects, unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of anal, oral(f), overstimulation, husband/wife kink(?), squirting, spanking,(one) slap)
First of all let’s start saying this was a completely last minute decision made after indulging a whole half gallon bottle of wine while sitting in the bath tub after getting off Face Time with Christopher. So technically, this was his fault.
He’d been away for a few months filming and promoting his new movie, leaving you alone with Dodger.
“I miss you so much,” you’d whisper to him late at night.
“I miss you baby, I wish I could hold you in my arms, cuddle and give you all the kisses.” he admitted, tears forming in your eyes.
“I would love nothing more.” you almost sobbed.
This was how you ended up taking a week off from work, booking the next available ticket to where your husband had no idea what was awaiting.
You reconsidered your plan when you couldn’t figure out how exactly you should pose for when he entered his room, everything you did felt too forced.
Chris was always raving about how much he loved your body, how much he loved seeing your naked, feeling your bare skin….
Shivers ran down your spine, only making your wetness cling more to your thighs as it dripped. You’d been so lonely without Chris, there was no way you could satisfy your needs without him. You needed his fingers, oh god his mouth…the wonders he could do.
You were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t hear the door open, nor did you see your hot ass husband’s look when he saw you sitting on his bed naked.
Chris felt his pants immediately tighten, the sight of your beautiful body waiting for him in his bed made him feral. He hadn’t seen you, felt you, in so long he could have combusted right there.
“Look at that, my pretty little wife just couldn’t wait any longer?” he smirked, your squeal of surprise made him smile.
He slowly walked over to you, watching your naked body crawl to the end of the bed. God he wanted to just pounce, but no, he was going to take him time he swore to himself.
“Hi baby,” you greeted sensually.
It wasn’t minutes later he was equally as naked with your pretty ass perched on his face while he went to town on your pussy, the scruff of his beard only adding to your pleasure.
“Oh-shit!” you whimpered as you came for the fifth time, your thighs beginning to burn as your muscles clenched and unclenched from the intensity of your orgasms.
“That’s it baby, soak my face.” Chris growled while crudely slurping your cum.
You couldn’t recall when he’d moved you so your ass was in the air for him until he slammed his dick inside you, the burn of his girth almost made you faint. The squelching noises your pussy made as he railed into you filled the room along with your cries.
“Who’s fucking you this good baby?”
“You! You Chrisy!” you whined, pushing your ass back against him.
The loud slap of his hand colliding with your ass cheek made everything ten times hotter.
“I’m sorry…who?” he teased.
“My husband! You, my husband fucks me so good-fuck!” you sobbed while he laid a few more spanks down.
Chris loved seeing your ass all pretty with his hand prints, especially when he planned on taking your second hole that belonged only to him. He loved watching your ass bounce against him as he pounded into you.
“Chris! Baby-” you panted, arms giving out as your 8th orgasm took over.
He’d been so deep in thought he didn’t even realize you’d cum so much. Flipping you on your back, the fucked out look in your eyes made him smirk.
“Look how soaked my little wife is, just can’t stop cumming can you baby? Just love your husbands dick too much hmmm?” he taunted, bending down close enough for your lips to brush together as he entered you again.
Your eyes rolled back, fuck you felt so incredible. Going without this for months was pure torture. You knew you’d blacked out when Chris lightly tapped your cheek.
“You with me angel? Baby?” he called, his dominating tone off to make sure his wife was ok.
“Don’t stop Chrisy, I’m ok.” you whispered, smiling as you opened your eyes looking into his.
He kissed you fiercely, so in love with you he couldn’t explain it. He knew he was going to bust any second now, fill you up with his seed until your pussy got so full it dripped a mess on the sheets.
Your nails scratched down his toned back as he continued his rough movements. A smirk of your own appearing when you barely heard his little whimper.
“You gonna cum baby? Fill your wife up? Stuff my pussy so full of you baby? Come on Chrisy, I want it.” you whispered, Chris growling as he bit into the skin of your shoulder.
“Fuck baby, I love it so much! I love when you fuck me, missed it.” you whined, feeling his eyebrows furrow with concentration when he hit your gspot.
You screamed so loud he had to cover your mouth.
“That the spot honey? Choke my cock baby.” he hissed.
And you sure did when not seconds later your body locked up in a shaking, earth shattering orgasm. You squirted all over yourself and Chris along with the sheets.
Chris moaned as he let go inside you, shooting his seed inside of you as deep as he could push in.
After catching your breath, the two of you laid in each other’s arms. Fingers traced naked skin lovingly as your eyes memorized every feature of him, lips kissing softly. It was a complete 360 compared to the filth you two were just engaged in.
(A/N: just a quick little thing I was inspired to do after reading @whiskeyncoke-redux’s ABC thingy. There is smut and mentions of BDSM so if you’re not into it then ♀️. Not edited or proofread thanks so much for reading. Please like and comment with a reblog ✌)
Feral and crawling on my knees reading this, bestie the images you produced in my head are *chef’s kiss* ahh these are so fun and I love that I can picture him doing all this filthy shit! Your Chris stuff is always a fave!!!
