A/N: it’s over 2 weeks late, but hey, it’s better late than never, right? Happy belated Valentine’s Dayyyy lmaoo
Warnings: fluff, 18+, smut (teasing Ransom, sub!Rannie boy [just a little], use of sex toys [dildo & vibrator/masturbation sleeve], lingerie, blow job/hand job, voyeurism(?), nicknames, female masturbation, dirty talk, unprotected sex, riding, creampie), NSFW, minors DNI
Summary: You are thinking of being in charge for the first time on this Valentine’s day.
For this Valentine’s Day, you wanted to try some new things with Ransom. You love having him being the one who takes charge and being the dominant one, but sometimes, you just wondered what it would be like to see him being teased; so, you wanted to be the one in charge this time. Even though you were a little nervous and shy about this, you bought him something that you wanted to use on him for this special day (and hopefully many other days after this).
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.
Hello my lovelies! Happy Hoelidays! I know i’ve been inactive af lately. Sorry about that. My husband went through some things and the last couple months of 2021 had been some of the hardest i’ve ever been through. Hopefully we are all over with that part now and are in the healing phase. I’m trying my hardest to make sure he gets better. I know he can do it. And with therapy and the right medication, he knows he can too.
Anyways! I’m sure you don’t want to hear anymore about that! I am so glad to be apart of this! It’s always my favorite challenge hosted by these amazing hoes! @stargazingfangirl18@navybrat817-shares and@drabblewithfrannybarnes! Thank you once again for hosting this!! And the way you guys did it? Loved it! You can see what my perfect hoeliday treat was above! I did my best with it! So here is everyone’s favorite Murder sweater daddy!
**Disclaimer, if you’re under 18, just go away. This is not a story you should be reading! So kindly fuck off! Thanks so much!**
Words: 5.4k
Rating: Explicit(as are all my stories)
Warnings: Language, Smut, Unprotected sex, p in v, oral( fem rec), SoftRansom(Look, I’M A SLUT FOR SOFTRANSOM, OKAY?)
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RING RING RING
What in the mother fuck is-
RING RING RING
You begrudgingly raise your head from your pillow to look for your rudely-interrupting-your-sleep phone.
After about 5 minutes, you finally find it underneath the covers. You glance at the now silent phone and see 2 missed calls from Ransom.
Shit. He hates it when you miss his calls.
You then look at the time. It’s only 8am. He usually doesn’t start calling you until noon or after. Before you have any more time to think about it, the phone starts ringing again. You waste no time answering it.
“Hey Ran-“
“Y/N! There you are! Why did you miss my calls? Whatever, I don’t have time for your excuses. I’ve sent you an email about what all needs done today. It’s a pretty big list so I’d suggest you get started.”
CLICK
Fucking asshole. He’s lucky he paid you so well.
You sit up and stretch out your limbs from sleep and grab your phone to check the email your boss has sent you.
There’s about 32 items on the list. This is going to take you all day! Ugh.
You get out of bed and head to your bathroom to take a shower in hopes that it’ll wake you up a little.
You’ll get Starbucks once you’re out and about. For now, the shower will have to do.
You’ve been Ransom’s assistant for going on 2 years now. You originally started out working for his mother Linda. Well, she decided you would be better fitted as Ransom’s assistant than hers. Saying her work is more important and she couldn’t afford some incompetent moron screwing anything up.
Yeah, you hated that bitch.
So Ransom took you over. And what would Ransom need with an assistant since he doesn’t even work?
To put it simply, he’s lazy as fuck. He has you do literally everything. Grocery shopping, laundry, cleaning his house(and yes, he has a maid), setting up his dates, etc. He actually keeps you busier than Linda ever did. Again, you don’t mind considering he pays you hella good and treats you decently.
By decently you mean he doesn’t come right out and call you stupid and incompetent.
He also allows you to call him Ransom. Which you gathered pretty quickly was a big deal. All of the other help has to call him Hugh.
You’re also not afraid to put him in his place. If you think he’s being a dick, you tell him. And if you’re feeling extra sassy, you’ll call him Hughbert. Which he hates more than anything else.
Truth be told? You actually really did love like him. You enjoyed the odd relationship that had blossomed between the 2 of you. And he’d never say it, but you’re pretty sure he doesn’t totally hate you.
The shower starts to turn cold before you finally get out. Today wasn’t a hair wash day so you dry off and quickly get dressed to start on this atrocious list.
Starting with your all time favorite task: kicking the whore out.
It’s no secret that Ransom is the biggest man whore in Boston. Possibly America.
So when he gets the occasional bitch that refuses to leave, you guys have a routine down.
You tie your hair up into a bun and grab your purse.
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On the short drive to Ransom’s, you can’t help but get lost in your thoughts.
While kicking the whore out was always fun, you always end up hating yourself for feeling this little twinge of jealousy every time you have to do it.
You wanted to be the one leaving Ransom’s bed. You shouldn’t even be thinking this way about your boss. But you can’t help it. The selfish asshole was dead sexy.
He knew it too.
He never showed any interest in you in that way though. Just treated you like an employee.
You pull into his driveway right beside the Beamer. You can’t help but roll your eyes at the Mercedes’ parked on the other side.
So she was a rich bitch. Typical Ransom.
The front door swings open before you even make it all the way up the walkway.
Ransom smiles in relief. “Thank God. This one is really insane. Refuses to leave my bedroom.”
You shake your head at him as you get inside. “When are you going to learn to avoid the crazy ones Ran?”
He shrugs his shoulders and gives you a sexy ass smirk. “What can I say? They can’t resist me. Now hurry up. You have a full day today.”
He gives you a swift smack to your ass and pushes you towards the stairs.
Trying your best to not let out a whimper, you quickly climb the stairs. You take a few minutes to get into the right mindset before you open the bedroom door.
Your eyes are met with a very naked, very fake looking blonde in his bed. She has a deer caught in headlights look.
“Who the fuck are you? And why the fuck are you in MY bed?”
Her look quickly turns to anger. She sits up and grabs the sheet to cover herself. “Excuse me? What are you? The maid or something?”
You pretend to be offended. “I happen to live here, with my husband!” You throw your left hand up to show her the fake, gaudy diamond on your ring finger that you bought for these occasions.
She sneers at you. “Oh, please. You’re telling me that man that fucked me last night is married?”
You happen to see her skirt near you and throw it at her. “Yes! Now get the fuck out of my house!”
She drops the sheet unashamedly and starts getting dressed. You cross your arms and tap your foot out of annoyance. She looks over at you. “Does he always fuck other women?”
“That’s really none of your business.”
She grabs her clutch lying on the floor and goes to leave. She pauses once she’s beside you and looks you up and down in a very judging manner.
“You know, maybe if you put some effort into your appearance and lost some of that gut, he wouldn’t fuck other women.”
You’re about to open your mouth to retort when, “You better watch your fuckin mouth. That’s my wife you’re talking to.”
Her gaze switches to Ransom who is passing by on his phone. Her jaw drops open in shock. “Are you kidding me? You’re the one that hit on me last night, remember?”
He just shrugs his shoulders and tells the person on the other end of his call goodbye. “She was out of town and I was bored. Plus she gets off on it.”
She looks between the two of you before scoffing with disgust. “You guys are fucking psycho. Lose my number.”
He just chuckles and yells down at her retreating form on the stairs. “You’re acting like I even kept it.”
Once the door slams shut, you start going about straightening his bedroom.
“What are you doing?”
You start gathering the sheets and look at him confused. “I thought you’d want me to change the bed?”
“No. I need you to start getting ready for our trip to New York this weekend.”
Now you’re really lost. “New York? What are you talking about? There was nothing about a trip in your email?”
He starts scrolling through his phone and waives a dismissive hand at you. “Yeah, disregard that email. I need you to drive me to New York for the weekend. I just got off the phone with Harlan and he needs me to do some business for him.”
You throw the bed clothes on the ground. “Why am I coming with you? I usually don’t go on trips with you.”
He looks up from his phone and shrugs his shoulders. “Cause I want you-I mean cause I might need you for something.”
You give him an unsure look. “Isn’t it supposed to snow tonight though?”
He glances back down at his phone, you’re assuming to check the weather, and then meets your gaze again. “Just says a chance of snow. I’m sure we’ll be fine. Don’t worry about the sheets, the maid can get them. Why don’t you go home and get ready and come back to pick me up around 6?”
Good. You didn’t want to wash his whorey sheets anyways. “Fine. I’ll be back around then. Should I make a reservation at the plaza?”
“Yeah, yeah. Good idea. Make them til Sunday. And make sure to get suites.”
You give him a thumbs up before leaving.
That was odd. He’s never wanted you to go with him on trips before? Oh well, he was an odd one.
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You spend the rest of your day making the reservations at the plaza and packing for the trip. You aren’t sure what kind of business he is conducting so you made sure to pack not only casual but dressy clothes as well.
You pull back into his driveway right at 6 on the dot. You let yourself into his house with the key he gave you and see his luggage sitting by the door. You start to grab it when Ransom comes out of nowhere and takes it from you. “I got this. Are you all ready to go?”
You nod your head. “Yep. The GPS is set up. Says we should arrive around 10:30 depending on any stops we make.”
He grabs the rest of his luggage and heads outside with you. “Sounds perfect. And I don’t plan on making any stops so if you have to pee, I suggest you do it now.”
You lock up since his hands are clearly full and roll your eyes. “I’m not a kid Ransom. I peed before I left my apartment.”
You both head towards your car. You pop the trunk so he can place his luggage inside. You go ahead and get settled in the driver’s seat.
He gets in the passenger seat and settles in for the drive. “Alright, let’s get this show on the road!”
You’re only about an hour and a half into your trip when the snow starts. At first it’s just a light dusting. But the next thing you know, it turns into what looks like a blizzard. It’s covering the roads way too quick for your liking.
“Ransom it’s starting to stick. I think we should pull over.”
He glances up from his iPad, totally oblivious to the weather. “I think you’re exaggerating a little there, honey. It’s not that-“
And that’s when you hit a patch of ice and lose control of the car.
You remain as calm as you can and just begin pumping your brakes. You gain back control and quickly pull off at the next exit. Ransom looks over at you in confusion. “That wasn’t our exit. What are you doing?”
While concentrating on seeing if there are any hotels at this exit you respond, “I’m not taking any chances Ransom. Did you not feel us lose control back there?”
He just shrugs his shoulders, annoyed. “Well, yeah. But you took back control pretty quick. I think we should keep going.”
Thankfully, you see that there is a hotel not even a mile up the road. “Well then I’m going to this hotel and getting a room for the night. If you want to keep going, I suggest you rent a car.”
He opens his mouth to argue but you cut him off. “I’m not risking my life or my car, Hughbert. Fire me if you must.”
You are able to pull into the parking lot of the hotel safely. You leave the car on after grabbing your wallet to head inside, not even giving Ransom a chance to respond.
You’re greeted with a warm smile from the front desk clerk. “Hello! Welcome to the Drury Inn! How can I help you?”
You return her smile. “Yes, hi! I was needing 2 rooms for the night please.”
She nods and looks at the computer. “Did you have a reservation?”
You shake your head. “I’m sorry but I don’t. We were on our way to New York when the snow kind of snuck up on us.”
She gives you a sympathetic look. “Well I’m sorry sweetie but we have a convention in town this weekend and I believe we are all sold out. But let me take a second look.”
You silently pray there’s at least one room so you don’t have to sleep in your car.
“Aha! Looks like you’re in luck! We just had a cancellation!”
“I’ll take it!”
“It’s only for one room though. I know you were wanting 2. And it’s a king bed. Will that be alright?”
You think about it for only a minute. Anything is better than the alternative. “Yes, we will manage just fine!” You hand her your driver’s license and the credit card Ransom gave you for things like this.
She inputs your information and gets keys made for your room. She lets you know where your room is and suggests parking in the back. You thank her again and head back to the car. You can tell even before you get in that Ransom is sulking.
You open your door and reach inside to grab your keys. “Come on, we got the last room they had.”
Ransom gives you a look. “Fine. But as soon as the sun rises, we’re gone. I have a meeting at 9 for Harlan.”
You salute him. “Aye, Aye boss.”
You grab your luggage and just decide to go back in through the front with Ransom sulking behind you. You make sure to give the clerk a smile as you walk to the elevator.
You go up to the third floor and find your room pretty quickly. Only when you open the door do you remember there was only one bed. This should be interesting.
Ransom is quick to realize this. “Well, looks like we’ll be sleeping together.”
You turn around and point your finger at him. “Yes. And we are going to act like adults about it aren’t we?”
He puts his hands up in surrender. “Whatever you say, honey. I won’t be the one starting any funny business.”
You scoff and go over to the left side of the bed. “Well I sure as hell won’t be either.”
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Luckily, there is room service so you’re both able to order some dinner. Once both of you are full and showered, you decide to go to bed considering he was making you get up ‘as soon as the sun rises’.
You are able to have some space between you 2 at least. You don’t know if you could honestly control yourself if you were any closer. You really needed to get yourself in check.
After about an hour of not being able to sleep, you notice that it’s starting to cool down in the room. You turn over and look over at Ransom who’s already looking at you. “Do you think it’s gotten colder in here?”
He shrugs his left shoulder. “I suppose a little. Why don’t you go turn up the heat?”
You sigh and get out of bed. You go over to the heater by the window. It’s switched to on but it’s clearly not working. You go back to bed to get under the covers and grab the phone to dial the front desk.
“Front desk.”
“Yes, hi. I’m sorry to bother you but this is room 313 and I think our heat stopped working.”
“I’m so sorry about that. Unfortunately our nighttime maintenance guy wasn’t able to make it in due to the weather.”
“Oh, well. Is there anything that can be done?”
“Well, if it doesn’t come back on all night, I won’t make you pay for your stay. And you are welcome to as many extra blankets as you need.”
“Okay, well thank you very much. I think I’ll take a couple please.”
“Sure thing, I’ll bring them up in just a few minutes.”
You hang up and turn to Ransom. “Well we’re getting extra blankets.”
He looks at you confused. “Why not just have them fix the heater?”
“Cause the maintenance guy isn’t here because of the snow. And this was the last room when we checked in so I guess we’re stuck.”
His look turns into a smirk. “Well then I guess we’re going to have to get closer to keep warm. You know, body heat and all that.”
Before you have a chance to retort, you hear a knock at the door. You get up and greet the front desk lady and thank her for the extra blankets. You spread one out on top of the comforter and put the other one on the foot of the bed. It’s even colder than it was a minute ago. You quickly get back under the covers.
You turn away from Ransom and get settled. Just as you close your eyes, Ransom reaches around and puts his hand on your belly and scoots you right up against him.
You try to wriggle free. “Stop it, Y/N. This will seriously keep us warmer.”
Realizing he’s right, you stop resisting and try your best to relax against him. God, does it feel good. Too good.
Ransom tucks his face into the crook of your neck and wraps his arm around you a little tighter. You go to shift a little to get more comfy when you feel him against your ass. You let out a slight gasp.
You can hear the small groan that escapes Ransom’s mouth. Oh my. You need to hear that again. You ‘accidentally’ rub your ass up against his erection again. It does the trick. This groan is louder than the last one.
Before you can do it again, Ransom flips you so that you’re facing him and grabs your right leg to hook it around his hip and gets a hold of your ass to hold you against him. You look up into his eyes and see his usual blue ones have turned shades darker.
You bite your bottom lip and decide to keep teasing him. You attempt to grind into him when you’re met with a swift smack to your ass. “Oh, honey. You know you really shouldn’t tease me.”
You give him an innocent look. “I’m not sure I know what you’re meaning. I’m just trying to get comfortable.”
The look on his face is obvious that he doesn’t believe you. “Seriously, Y/N. Knock it off. I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself.”
Holy shit. So he wants you. Should you go for it?
Fuck it.
You try to lean in for a kiss when he pulls away. “No, Y/N.”
Oh. So you misread the situation.
He doesn’t want you.
He must see the rejected look on your face because he’s quick to press his left hand to your cheek. “It’s not that I don’t want you, honey. Because god, do I want you. But I can’t.”
You furrow your brows. “Why not? It’s okay if you want to.”
He gives you a sad smile. “Because I know that if we do this, I’ll want it again and again. And you deserve so much more than that. More than me.”
You press your right hand against his cheek. “Ransom, look. I want you. For more than just sex. I hate having to pretend I don’t have feelings for you because I do.”
He moves his hand to your back and presses his forehead against yours. “I don’t deserve you, Y/N. I’ve never even been in a relationship. I know I’ll fuck it up. I mean look at my parents. My family. I just don’t want to hurt you.”
You press yourself as close to him as you can get. “Ransom I have been in relationships and I can’t promise you I wouldn’t fuck it up either. Sometimes you hurt people who you love the most. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try anyway. Because I think we’d be damn good together.”
He looks at you with hopeful eyes. “Love? Do you-do you love me?”
You move your gaze down out of embarrassment. But Ransom puts his finger under your chin and moves it back up. He looks at you expectantly. “If not, that’s okay. I mean I’m pretty sure that I love you. Although I’m not quite sure what that really feels like.”
You grab the back of his neck and pull him in for a kiss. He lets out a soft moan as soon as your lips meet. You tangle your fingers in his hair as he starts rubbing his left hand up and down your back.
It feels surreal to finally be kissing him. And it’s so much better than anything your mind could come up with. It doesn’t even feel like a first kiss. It feels like you’ve been doing this since forever. Like you should’ve been doing this the whole time.
And now that you know what it feels like? You’re not sure you could ever go a day without it again.
Eventually you both have to breathe so you pull away. Not by much though. You rest your forehead against his again. “Like that. Love feels like that.”
After you both catch your breaths, he catches your gaze again. “I promise I’ll do my best to love you back because I want to know what it feels like to be loved by you. I’ll tell you right now I’m not going to be perfect. But for you, I’ll try. And you have my full permission to kick my ass if I screw up.”
You giggle. “Oh, don’t you worry Hughbert. I won’t be afraid to kick your ass.”
His eyes darken again. “What did you just call me?”
You confidently say, “Hughbert.”
He pushes you until you’re caged underneath him. You look up at him with surprised eyes. “Whatcha gonna do about it, Hughy?”
He gives you an evil smirk as he leans down to whisper in your ear, “I guess I’ll just have to suck on that pretty little clit until you’re screaming Ransom.”
A shiver runs down your spine. You need that more than you’ve ever needed anything. “Psh. Good luck with that, Hughbert.”
He leans back up and starts trailing kisses down your neck. When he reaches a certain sensitive spot, he stops and gives it extra attention. You begin writhing under him and try to push him away from that spot. He growls and grabs your hands and puts them above your head and lifts away from your neck just long enough to utter, “If these move again without my permission, I stop. Got it?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” He only spends a few more minutes on that spot, making sure to leave a mark. He continues his trail downwards until he reaches your breasts. Since you’re not wearing a bra he can see that your nipples are at attention. He playfully nips at one eliciting a squeal from you. He moves his hands to the bottom of your shirt and looks up at you for permission.
You’ve never nodded faster.
He achingly slowly lifts your shirt off and throws it somewhere in the room. He takes your right nipple into his mouth while he starts kneading your left breast with his right hand. You let out a small moan at that.
Unfortunately for you, his left hand remains planted on the bed. You would prefer it elsewhere. You keep trying to grind up against him to get some sort of much needed friction. He just presses himself further against you to cease your movements.
You let out a little sigh of frustration. He releases your nipple with a pop and starts moving towards the other breast. “Patience, honey. I promise it’ll be worth it.”
Before you can retort, he’s put your other nipple into his mouth to give it the same attention as the other one. Which is now being carefully kneaded by his other hand.
He only teases you for another few minutes before he continues his descent downwards, nipping and kissing you anywhere he can reach.
He reaches the waistband of the shorts you’re wearing and presses teasing kisses all across the edge of your shorts causing you to let out a huff of frustration. He lets out a laugh against your skin before moving down and pressing a kiss right to your clothed clit.
You let out a pathetic little whimper. “Please, don’t tease me. I’ll be good. Ransom, please.”
He smirks up at you as he removes your shorts. “I’ve barely started and already got you begging like a little slut. And no panties? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were hoping something would happen.”
You’re about to give a smart ass comment when Ransom grabs your hips and buries his face against your cunt.
He starts peppering kisses all over except the one place you really want him. You whine out totally aware of how pathetic you sound. But you’d do anything for him to give attention to your clit.
He stops the kisses and begins circling your clit with his tongue, careful not to touch it too much. He then moves down and gives attention to your lips and opening, nipping and licking his way around. You let out your most pathetic sound yet which catches his attention. “Don’t worry, honey. I got you.”
With that, he wraps his lips around your aching clit. You arch your back and thread one of your hands through his hair. He groans against your cunt, liking the feeling of your fingers pulling his hair. He doesn’t even care that he told you not to move them.
He starts sucking with a little more vigor and reaches his right middle finger down to start teasing your opening. He only puts the tip in before he takes it back out and circles it around again.
You lift his head off of your pussy and look him in the eye. “I promise to never call you Hughbert again if you stop teasing me and fuck me with your fingers.”
He gives you a smile that looks especially naughty with your juices all over his face. “You’re too easy, honey.”
He dives back in and wraps his lips around your clit again and inserts his first and middle finger into your pussy. He starts pumping them slowly, gradually picking up speed.
The sucking on your clit is getting more intense and you can tell you’re going to fall over the edge at any minute. You arch off the bed and start chanting his name, Ransom, out loud.
He looks up at you and almost cums in his pants at the sight of you losing control. It makes him pick up the thrusting of his fingers even more. He then bites down on your clit and that does it. You free fall over the edge. Your hand in his hair grips tighter and you grind up against his face as you ride out your high.
Once it starts to feel too sensitive, you push his head away. He chuckles and wipes his face off on the inside of your thighs. “A little sensitive there, honey?”
You pull on his hair, indicating you want him to come back up. Of course he has to slowly kiss his way back up your body, stopping at your breasts once again. Although this time he starts grinding his clothed erection against your bare pussy. “Oh, fuck Ransom. Please, need it.”
He raises up on his knees and takes his shirt off in that sexy way that guys do. He grabs his dick over his pants and starts rubbing. “Yeah, you need this cock, honey?”
You reach out to join his hand and start to realize how big he actually is. Oh fuck. “Yeah. Need it inside, please.”
He lowers his pants enough for his long, thick cock to spring free. It smacks against his abdomen. He grabs it and starts slapping it against your pussy. “Such a good girl, using her manners. Just for that, I’m going to give you exactly what you want.”
He leans down over you and pulls you in for a passionate kiss. “Just let me know if I need to stop and I will, okay?”
You nod. “I will. Just please.”
He guides his cock to your entrance and slowly starts to push in. The initial stretch burns a little and you let out a slight whimper. He looks up at you. “You okay?”
“Yes, just please don’t stop.”
After what feels like forever, he finally pushes all the way in. He stays still for a moment and rests his forehead against yours. “God damn you feel so good. Look, I love you Y/N, but I’m gonna fuck you like a whore now, okay?”
You look at him wide eyed, a little scared because of the size of him. But you’re never one to back down from a challenge. “Fuck me then, Ransom. I want to feel you for days.”
He raises up on his knees and grabs a hold of your hips and goes right into fast, hard thrusts. You wrap your legs around his waist and lock your ankles together. Fuck he feels amazing. It stings a little but it feels way too amazing for him to stop. You know you’ll be sore tomorrow.
He looks down at you and smirks. “I always knew you’d feel good but fuck, Y/N.” He moves his right hand up to your breasts and goes back and forth between them, kneading and pinching your nipples.
You cover his left hand that’s still on your hip with your right hand and grab on. He takes the hint and lets go to interlock your fingers together and rests them back on your hip. Still sensitive from your first orgasm, you can already feel another one quickly approaching. He can feel it too.
He decides he’s not ready yet and pulls out. You don’t even have time to realize what is going on before you’re flipped onto your stomach. You go to get up on your hands and knees but Ransom pushes you back down. He straddles your legs and pushes back into you, resuming his previous thrusting.
Jesus Christ. He feels even bigger in this position. He rests one hand on your hip and occasionally smacks your ass with the other one.
Even though he stopped you from your orgasm, it doesn’t take long for another, more intense one to start building.
“Ransom, gonna cum. Please, please let me cum.”
He starts fucking you a little harder, a littler faster. He is able to get a hand under you to start circling your clit. “Then do it, honey. Soak this cock. Then I’m gonna fill you up. Would you like that?”
You eagerly nod. “Yes! Please fill me up! Need it!”
He changes the angle of his hips just slightly and adds just a little pressure to your clit and you’re gone. Your release sets off his and he groans your name out as he unloads into you. He gives a few more shallow thrusts before pulling out and falling down besides you face first on the bed.
Still on your stomach, you turn your head to face him. That’s all you’re really able to move at the moment anyway. You’re pretty sure if you tried to get up and walk right now, you’d fall down.
After a few moments, he moves his head to look at you. “Well, fuck. We should have done that a lot sooner.” Then you both burst out laughing.
The high from sex starts wearing off and the chill from earlier sets back in. You both grab for each other and cover yourselves back up with the blankets. You wrap your arms around his waist, tuck your face into the crook of his neck, and hook your leg over his waist. He was right, body heat definitely keeps you warmer.
He wraps the arm that isn’t under this head around your waist. You sigh in contentment and close your eyes, waiting for sleep to take you.
You then feel a slap to your ass and let out a little squeal. “Better get plenty of rest. We have to get up in only,” he checks his phone, “about 6 hours.”
You groan into his neck, completely forgetting he wanted to get up at the ass crack of dawn. “Whatever you say. Goodnight.”
“I love you, Y/N.”
You smile softly against his neck. “I love you too, Hughbert.”
-first off, he’s an asshole, and he might be a little nicer to you than other people, but he will always be a dick
-meeting at a big party his family is throwing
-he’s only there because his parents bribed him to be
-he stays more to the sides of the room, lurking and looking for more champagne because his parents have told the bartender to stop serving him, which makes zero sense because he’s a grown ass man
-he sees you and enjoys your face, so he comes over to talk with you
-this man is gorgeous and is used to women throwing themselves at him, so he barely even has to put on any charm
-but there you are, being impervious to his charm, and it makes him want you even more
-he tries a few shitty pick up lines and when you roll your eyes at him and laugh, he gets a little bit angry, because… like… why are you not sucking his dick in the supply closet yet?
-“wanna get out of here?” he asks. “I’m pretty sure you’ve been drinking-” “then you can drive, come on, it will be fun.”
-he whines until you give in
-you end up at a breakfast place, I-hop or Dennys and this fucker whines about the alcohol selection being sub-par
-he’s kind of hilarious, in a shitty, privileged, way… but he’s also gorgeous so… what are you going to do? notfuck the guy? haha yeah right
-he talks a lot but he’s nice to look at so it’s okay
-spending way too much time at this diner eating and chatting
-but neither of you really want to leave
-he tells you about his family, giving you all the juicy details
-when he mentions hating the dogs you seriously consider dipping on the date… then you realize, is this a date?
-you decide that if he pays for the meal, then it’s probably a date
-the bill comes and he pulls out his wallet and your heart flutters in your chest because… it’s probably a date
-he’s still a little drunk, after all, he managed to convince an employee to give him a mimosa minus the OJ
-so you drive him home
-when you’re sitting in the car outside his place he gets all whiney again, “come inside with me.”
-he’s really not the type someone says no to… especially with his face being 10/10 and everything
-he’s such a charmer
-somehow he sweet talks you into going inside with him
-as soon as the door is closed behind you, he kisses you
-he’s BIG so… if you have a size kink, this guy checks that off
-he loves using his body to pin you against the wall
-he has a complete control kink. hella dom. knows exactly what he wants and expects to get it. he finds a good medium between degradation and praise. hella rough, choking, spanking, marking. gets possessive way too fast- you know, a gReAT gUy
-waking up the next morning with his arms around you
-he’s a clingy sleeper
-buries his face in your neck and refuses to wake up
-like, he doesn’t treat you like a one night hook up which is kind of odd?
-“do you have anywhere to be?” he asks
-”not really.”
-“then I’m making you breakfast.”
-you’re kind of shocked he can cook.
-you put on a dress shirt of his and follow him to the kitchen where he makes some decent scrambled eggs
-he likes looking at the marks he’s left on your skin, but he doesn’t apologize for them
-“so, we should do this again sometime.” he says
-he makes it sound so casual, but like… this man just marked the shit out of you, cuddled you, and made you breakfast…
-you go home and a day passes, then he’s hitting you up again
-his texts relly a lot on emojis? but… as if you’re going to not understand “”
-honestly, the emojis are just him dicking around with you like an asshole. like, why take the type to type out ‘come over so we can fuck’ when you can just send some emojis?
-he texts you the filthiest things while he’s at family events because he’s a dick
-he kind of loves it though
-a month passes with you spending at least one or two nights a week at his place and he gets progressively more boyfriend-like
-you start to see the deeper side of him, he begins to tell you actual secrets, instead of just the shallow drama that goes around in his family
-he adores cuddling with you? which is a shock to him, but it’s so relaxing to just cuddle and rant
-he likes playing with your hair, which is when he realizes he wants you to be his girlfriend
-he can’t imagine anyone else touching you, you’re his
-“wanna come to a family thing with me?” he asks, out of the blue. “ooh, like as your date?” you tease. “as my girlfriend.”
-you’re shook, because he wants to introduce you to his family as his girlfriend. sometimes this guy shocks you, he has the capacity for sweetness, just prefers to be a dick most of the time
-so you go to the event with him, he gets you a beautiful outfit to wear for it
-“so my family hates me, but you? well, you’re actually a nice person so I think they’ll be welcoming, and if they aren’t, they can eat shit.”
-his family is super nice to you and everyone’s shocked that you’re sweet and gorgeous
-in fact, they’re very vocal about it, “she’s way too pretty for you Ransom.” “is he paying you? blackmailing you to be with him? you can tell us, we can help.” “if you’re some sort of hired actress, tell us and we’ll pay you double what he’s paying you.”
-yeah, they’re assholes too
-Ransom keeps you close to him the entire night
-his arm is around you always, because you’re HIS
-he’ll fight anyone who looks at you the wrong way
-at dinner, his hand is on your thigh under the table and it keeps getting higher and higher because he’s a dick
-he’s way too into exhibitionism, and the thought of fucking you in his grandfather’s house is driving him mental
-lots of dirty whispering into your ear
-he’s a bit of a mess
-but you really ground him, especially at family events
-as long as people don’t try to fight you or him, things actually run fairly smoothly
-people can see how much he loves you
-like, he looks at you with such adoration in his eyes it’s insane
-no one ever thought they’d see Ransom-the-asshole fall in love
-he’s kind of whipped for you
-as time passes, he gets more and more calm and nice
-it would be a very sexual relationship, i mean, look at him
-he’d tell you everything, show you the dark side of him
-he’s really smart, which can be kind of scary, but you trust him
-he’d never hurt you
-he has the capacity to hurt people, but he’s so in love with you
-once he tells you he loves you the first time, after that, he says it a lot
-he feels the need to assure you he loves you, and really likes it when you say it back
-his family is so shitty, having someone who truly loves him, unconditionally, well, he’s addicted to you, and he’s never letting you go
-so many cuddles
-he may only be able to cook eggs, but he’s still a hottie while doing it
-stealing his sweaters, even though they dwarf you
-his clothes always smell like him and you love wearing them
-he has a huge kink for fucking you while you wear one of his sweaters cuz he thinks you look adorable in it
-get used to being mostly naked because that’s how he likes it at his house
-he’d pamper you
-getting you lingerie so you can put on a fashion show for him
-biting and marking
-he’s super passionate
-he growls… it’s a nice sound
-loves just cradeling you to his chest, he’s so broad, it’s so nice
-he’s always warm?
-i know he’s like… an asshole, but he’s also baby, and you just need to treat him like one sometimes
Pairing: Dark!Serial!Killer!Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader,
Word Count: 2618
Summary: Despite being a captive, you enjoyed pushing Ransom’s button. It was only a matter of time before he pushed back.
Warning: explicit sex, noncon, kidnapping, blackmail, snappy reader, choking, rough sex, degradation, spanking, pain, biting, dirty talk, pet names, cumplay, implied murder, dark fic, 18+, serial killers, teasing, flirting, trapped in house, angry Ransom, fighting, a struggle
A/N: This is Ransom’s introduction into the Serial Killer world. Him and Kitten’s story doesn’t start out as rough as some of our other leading ladies but it doesn’t mean it’s a sweet story. You can find the other stories in these versehere. Beta’d by the ever supporting and lovely @sparkledfirecrackerker . Thank you love ❤️ All mistakes are still my own.
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Ransom stood outside the gates shutting behind him, breathing the fresh air. It had been a long 3 months inside that prison and he was glad to be out. His jaw clenching as he chewed on the fact that Andy Barber had sent him here. The self-righteous asshole had had it out for him since he had met Ransom’s big brother Steve. Calling Ransom pompous and entitled.
It was surprising to find out how far Andy was willing to go when Ransom was charged with the disappearance of one of his exes. Ironically it was one of the only exes that Ransom hadn’t killed. Yet somehow he got convicted.
He never thought he’d miss the sounds of the birds chirping but he took a moment to revel in the sound, taking deep breaths.
“Looking good, brother.”
Ransom looked up to see Steve push off his Jeep and walked toward him. The two men embraced in a tight hug. “I wouldn’t say good, but relieved is more like it.”
“I bet. Don’t worry man, we got you a nice surprise to get you through this tough time.” The smirk on Steve’s face made Ransom cock an eyebrow, leaning around him to look into the car. “She’s at the house, tied up nicely to a chair. Bucky even put a bow on her.”
Ransom let out a bark of a laugh, slapping Steve’s back.
“Thank you, brother. Freedom’s never felt sweeter.”
Ransom was an asshole but you couldn’t deny he knew how to appease a woman. It irritated you to know that you were at the mercy of this prick. You should have known that job was too good and extremely sketchy.
Yet you called the number and met up with Bucky. Everything was going fine and you could hack exactly what he wanted. For the money he offered, you choose to not ask too many questions. But everything went wrong as you rounded the corner from the cafe. When a thick arm wrapped around your throat and you blacked out.
They had given you to Ransom as a gift and still expected you to work for them. They had underestimated your stubbornness. It wasn’t the smartest thing for you to do, but it was your only leverage. Apparently, even their resident tech genius couldn’t do what you could.
Ransom had tried threatening you, but that only ended in an argument that you won. You didn’t understand how he was supposed to be scary.
That didn’t mean he couldn’t snap, you knew all about his female track record. And you weren’t looking to end up like them.
It was like a game. The back and forth between you two. Ransom seemed to enjoy your sass and your bite. Egging you on and watching you lash out all so he could grab you by your throat and slam you against the wall, fingering you until you were putty.
It frustrated you to be belittled to nothing more than a plaything for this entitled prick. You had the ability to bring down whole governments and hack the world’s riches but instead, you were cleaning up the digital messes of serial killers who couldn’t do it themselves. Fucking men.
You weren’t completely at a disadvantage though. Ransom was fascinated by you. From the way you moved to the way you talked. When you weren’t fighting, you noticed the way he watched your lips. You’re sure that he had more weaknesses and once you had them on lock, you’d gain the upper hand. Play him the way he played you.
The strange part was he hadn’t fucked you yet. With everything you’d heard about Ransom Drysdale, the infamous lady killer, that was the first thing you’d expected of him. For him to pin you down and rut in you like a feral animal. Yet all he’d done was threaten and finger you. It made you antsy, made you want to push his buttons. Maybe the big bad wolf was no more than a puppy.
You sat behind your laptop at the counter, watching Ransom pace the living room. He was on the phone, his body tense as he walked. His tone was hushed and you knew you should be focusing on the task at hand but you were curious as to why he looked so pissed.
Quietly shutting your laptop, you slid off your stool. The immaculately designed kitchen was a chef’s dream. Too bad you only cooked a few things; you were the furthest thing from a housewife. But you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed the luxury. Sure you were gifted to Ransom like a dowry to the highest bidder, but you were smart enough to make the best of it. In fact, you felt like you deserved more and you’d get it…eventually. If only Ransom wasn’t such a prick in the process.
Pouring a glass of lemonade that you had made late last night. You headed to the living room, on your way to offer it to Ransom. He had been so excited when he saw you cooking one day, stating that he was so glad to have one that cooked. That maybe he’d be like Andy and get his perfect housewife. Until he realized you only cooked things you liked and took no requests.
What else were you to do when all the doors and windows were fingerprint locked and you couldn’t leave. Whatever software he used was so rudimentary, basic even, that hacking wasn’t an option as it was completely solid
You plopped down on the couch, holding out the glass for Ransom when he passed by it. As you expected, he snatched it, without so much as a thank you.
“Steve, come on!” Ransom said, “I just want to talk to him.”
There was a pause as he listened to the response.
“Motherfucker tried to send me to prison and you’re defending him?“
He leaned over the back of the couch above your head. You peeked up at him, from the magazine you were fake reading. The frustration was imminent on his face and you found yourself hating it. Only you were allowed to make him mad.
Wait what? No. Nope. You didn’t care. Fuck him. You returned your gaze to the article on the best fall colors for your sign.
“Ask who? Kitten? Oh, she’s not gonna help me,” he huffed, his hand trailing down your collarbone, fingers tracing back and forth, making you shiver, “I’m not fucking soft, Steve! I’m just taking my time breaking this one in.”
You barked out a laugh. Ransom’s hand was quick to cover your mouth, muffling you. But the floodgates opened and you couldn’t stop the giggles, your whole body shaking with them. He shifted so his bicep wrapped around your throat. This morphed your giggle into a moan. Both of you froze not expecting this reaction. You tried to hide the fact that you squeezed your thighs together by keeping the magazine on your lap. Ransom let out a shaky breath but kept his hold steady.
“Fine. Think about it and get back to me. Like I said, Steve, I only want to talk to him.” Ransom responded in a clipped tone. He then hung up and tossed the phone down next to you. His arm squeezed you a bit and you barely bit back a moan. “You like that, Kitten? I knew you had claws but this - this is an even more fun discovery.”
“Screw you, Drysdale,” you said through gritted teeth. The upper hand was supposed to be yours not his. Ransom chuckled, leaning in close.
“Maybe it’s time I do. Bet those claws will feel real good on my skin,“ the last word coming out in a growl. You grabbed onto his forearm, digging your nails into the thick muscled before pushing it off you and getting up. Ransom fell forward, barely steadying himself on the
cushions. He glared at you and you returned his intensity.
"In your dreams. Now excuse me I have to get back to work. Bucky sent over a list of names for me to make disappear,” you said, “'Cause I have nothing better to do with my abilities.“ That you kept under your breath, not wanting Ransom to tell his brother. Fear wasn’t a factor but you didn’t need a lecture.
It was only a week later when Ransom really blew his lid. You were sitting at the island again, wearing leggings and a thin white tank top. Not thinking that Ransom would be home till much later after the rush he left in this morning, you had decided not to wear a bra. The front door opened and shut with a loud slam, jolting you from your focus. It felt smarter to stay put, so you trusted your gut and continued your work.
Ransom looked disheveled when he walked in. His hair rumpled from all the times he seemed to have run his hand through it. Somehow his hole-ridden sweater looked even more worn than usual. Above all else, it was the expression on his face that actually sent a chill up your spine.
His eyes were vacant and cold. His mouth carved into a snarl. His sharp jaw tensed. You felt like if you stayed still, he might not see you. The hope was dead wrong when his eyes immediately zeroed in on you. He narrowed his eyes, charging your way.
"I’ve had enough,” he snarled, “here you are looking like that. Taunting me.”
You made an effort to scramble off the stool before he came close enough. Unfortunately, you had been caught up in how good he looked. Mad that your brain disconnected from your body. That momentary flatter made you easy prey. Ransom caught you by the throat, lifting you up and onto the island. The strength fueled by his anger knocked the breath out of you. And made your pussy clench.
“Ransom, the fuck are you doing?“ You spat, clawing at his hand. Next was going to be his face if he didn’t wise up. Well, at least your bravery was still intact.
“Whatever I fucking please, darling. You walk around here, dangling these gorgeous tits in front of me,” he grabbed your left breast, roughly kneading, “and expect me not to snap. Well, news flash, Kitten, you’re mine and it’s time I claimed it.”
It was terrible that he was right, technically you were his. With no say on your part. He could ruin you and send you to prison or worse kill you. The sheer force of his power was no match to yours. Didn’t stop you from trying to get out of it. You bucked up, trying to break his hold. Squirming like your life depended on it. Ransom’s hand tightened and he wrangled your hands above your head. Your legs were a different story and you kicked at him constantly.
"Let me go! Fucking prick, I’m not yours!”
Ransom got right in your face, baring his teeth, "Shut up! I’m tired of your sass and I’m taking what’s rightfully mine.”
“Fuck you, Ransom.“ You managed to finally land a hard kick, reveling in his grunt of pain.
“You know what, fine.” Ransom released your throat and tore your tank top down the middle in a swift motion. Gathering the scraps, he shoved them into your mouth before you began to protest. He seemed almost entranced for a moment by your chest, palming each one with a level of delicacy. Ignoring your muffled, angry sounds, he took his time running a thumb over your pert nipples.
With an almost pained look, Ransom grabbed your waist and flipped you over. He placed a palm on your back. This pinned you down fully, your legs dangling. Your kicks were less efficient when he pressed his hips to your ass, his erection digging into the soft flesh. You let out an enraged cry, slapping your hands against the wooden counter.
His hand slid up to the back of your neck while he continued to rut against your ass. It felt good and you wanted more but this wasn’t how you wanted it. Seemed like you’d gotten too comfortable with a tame Ransom and forgot he could truly be.
“You’re a damn tease, Kitten,“ Ransom growled. And you’re a fucking monster, you thought. His hand left your neck and you felt him grab the fabric over your ass, yanking it hard. Cold air hit your skin as he tore the leggings wide enough.
You tried to squirm away, only to have him slam his hand down on your back. Air whooshed out of you and you let out a pained cry through the shirt in your mouth. He didn’t care, his focus was on one thing. You heard him working his buckle open before his hard length slapped against your ass.
Ransom didn’t say another word after that, only hooking a finger beneath your panties and moving them aside. You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself, but nothing could have prepared you for the pain and wide burning stretch of his cock. Ransom’s hips snapped forward, bottoming out in one swift motion, leaving you breathless. The fact that you were already wet was the only thing that helped ease the pain. Not giving you time to adjust, he pulled out and harshly slammed back in.
Your muffled cries mixed with his grunts, echoing through the kitchen. Ransom’s pace was harsh and insistent. Borderline brutal. He kept both of his hands on your upper back, not allowing you to move or even breathe properly.
Blacks spots danced in your vision but nothing you did helped. No matter how hard you hit the table, he ignored you. Pummeling into you faster and faster. The counter began to hurt your hips, digging into them. You could feel him pulsing inside you, but couldn’t focus on how you felt, the need to breathe was too important.
Ransom let out a choked groan and you felt him pull out before you felt his hot spend patterning your lower back. He released his hold on your back and you pushed up and reached to remove the shirt from your mouth. You hungrily gasped for air, laying still until you heard him leave the room. You began to slide off the counter when he spoke and you froze again.
“Get cleaned up and order us some dinner. I want the remainder of the evening to be pleasant,” Ransorn ordered, "And Kitten, don’t test me.” He walked out and you sighed in relief, feeling safer now that you were alone.
Getting off the counter, you got a menu from the drawer and gathered your things before you headed quickly to your room. With the door shut securely behind you, the tears began to fall. Your hand wiped at them angrily. You were frustrated and hurt. Like hell, you were going to make him pay for this. More angry tears fell and you quickly ordered the food before heading to the bathroom.
Double checking that the door was locked tightly behind you, you filled the tub and sank in. Wrapping your arms around yourself, your walls came down and you began to sob, letting the fear and anger wash over you. The pieces would have to be put back up before you left this room but until then you were left to lick your wounds.
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader, Jake Jensen x F!Reader
Summary: Your boyfriend Ransom’s jealousy of lumberjacks triggers a impromptu vacation to a ski resort. Everything goes well until Ransom’s cockiness ends up with them stranded on the side of the road. Not to worry, Jake to the rescue.
Word Count: 5247
Warning: 18+, smut, praise, slight dirty talk, facesitting, threesome, choking, tied up by Christmas lights, Ransom being a douche, double penetration, creampie, cuckholding.
A/N: This is my submission for the Happy Hoeliday Challenge hosted by @navybrat817@drabblewithfrannybarnes&@stargazingfangirl18 . Sorry that this is slightly late and I hope you ladies enjoy it. Beta’d by @whisperlullaby, thank you lovely❤ but all my mistakes are still my own. I’ve never written Jake before so everyone be nice to me hehe
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You sat on the plush chair with your legs dangling off the arm, reading the newest trashy novel you’d picked up. You bit your lip as the lumberjack bent the main character over the porch railing, and dropped to his knees to eat her out from behind. The image was tantalizing and you wished you had a rugged lumberjack of your own to act out your fantasies with. Ransom was a great boyfriend and you loved him but he was never much into the roleplay side of things.
A quiet groan fell from your lips as you continued reading when suddenly your book was pulled from your grip. You let out a sound of protest, reaching out after the novel. Ransom loomed over you, book in hand, reading over the page.
He clicked his tongue in distaste, “I’m offended, Kitten. Came over here to find out what has you squirming in your seat like a dog in heat and I find out it’s over some lame lumberjack,” He scolded, “Is this what you want, baby? Am I not doing it for you anymore?”
His voice was teasing but his face was cold, eyes filled with jealousy. He was clearly bothered by this situation and you wanted to quip about all the women he ogled in front of you on a near regular basis. Frankly, you didn’t care if he did, he never did anything about it and sometimes you enjoyed joining in on the ogling but it was the only leverage you had at the moment.
