Just saw your post about Ransom Drysdale, how about they both had a huge argument and then MR rise his hand and wanted to slap Ransom but, ransom catch his hand and said "wanna try again sweetheart?" And then led into some ;) (steamy times i mean)
A/N: I’m obssesed with this idea
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x male!reader
Warnings: public (?) sex , toxic relationship undertones, Ransom being Ransom, dirty talk, spanking, daddy kink-ish
Summary: Note to self, Y/n. Do not try and hit Ransom, ever again
His whole family was aware of the tension between you both, Ransom’s arrogant smile contrasting your creased eyebrows.
You pulled at your (h/c) hair, knee bouncing up and down as Ransom continued to burn holes into the back of your head.
“And how are you, Y/n?” Linda asked you, grinning at the discomfort radiating off of you.
“He’s fine,” Ransom spoke again for you that night. Refusing to let you get a single word out, treating you like his property. You might as well be, the man always leaving dark bruises in plain sight so everyone knows you’re off limits.
Always having him less than a foot away from you, and on his extra possessive days he had a hand on you at all times.
You remembered, not long ago, you and Ransom had gone clubbing. A man was bold enough to send a drink your way, along with a note telling you to ditch the Drysdale. Ransom gave a booming laugh, pulling you into his lap and shoving his hand down the front of your jeans, all while glaring down the stranger.
But this was a different issue of Ransom’s, his way of making you so angry you couldn’t stand it.
“Are you still working, Y/n?”
“He doesn’t need to. I buy him whatever he needs and he stays right by my side all day.” Ransom smirked, going to place a hand on your shoulder, only for you to quickly stand up.
“Y/n, baby,” the man hummed. “Where are you going?”
Ransom followed you out of the main parlor, grabbing your wrist before you could reach the front door.
“Don’t walk away from me when I’m taking to you—” Ransom gaped as your hand came flying at him, taking your wrist in a crushing grasp. “Wanna try again sweetheart?”
He gave an angry laugh, dragging you to Harlan’s office and locking the door behind you.
Ransom roughly shoved you into Harlan’s desk, ignoring the sounds of breaking glass as a picture frame fell. The boyish arrogance was now replaced with his charming smile, eyes a shade darker than before as he eyed you.
You glared right back, arms crossed as his blue eyes looked you up and down. He gave a laugh, hissing through his teeth as he moved toward you.
You didn’t reply, not even as he placed his arms on either side of you as he backed you further into the desk.
You could feel his bulge through his jeans, rubbing it against your leg. A small whine escaped you, the noise only making Ransom more smug.
His lips went to your neck, biting and sucking roughly as you tried to act as if it had no effect on you.
He used his knee to rub at your crotch, grinning against your skin as he felt you start to grow hard.
“I hate you,” you hissed.
“Sweetheart, don’t be mean to daddy.” Ransom roughly pulled you closer, a bruising grip on your hips.
You scoffed, but it quickly turned to a gasp when Ransom flipped you so you were bent over the desk.
“I don’t like your attitude, baby.” With one hand pressed to your back, the other went to pull down your jeans. The cold air hitting your bare ass and cock as your cheek pressed into the wooden desk.
Without a warning Ransom sent a harsh slap to your ass, laughing at the way you moaned.
“I’d keep it down if I were you.”
You huffed once again in reply, not giving in just yet. Ransom hummed in detest at that, quickly giving five rough slaps to your ass, jolting you with every hit.
Yet, you still didn’t give in, arms still behind your back as Ransom squeezed your ass in his hands.
The man quickly grew tired of your games, roughly slapping your ass repeatedly until it was bright red and their were tears brimming your eyes and your cock was leaking and hard.
“You can cry if you want to, sweetheart,” Ransom grinned, sending a final rough slap that made you cry out.
Ransom hummed, finally pleased with you as he used a knee to spread your legs further. He pressed two fingers into you without warning, causing you to swallow a scream as he set a brutal pace with his fingers.
Your ass was bright red and on fire, every brush of Ransom’s arm against you making you whine.
He pulled out before you were fully ready, replacing his fingers with his cock without a hitch. You slammed your head onto the desk, trying desperately to muffle a scream.
“Fuck you,” you hissed back as Ransom leaned onto your back. Not holding back even for a second as he slammed into you.
He ushered you to put one of your legs on the desk, giving him better leverage to pound into you. Your breathing was coming out in pants, Ransom always knowing how to find your sweet spot.
“Gonna come just like this, Y/n? With my family right outside the door?”
You were lazily moving back to meet his thrusts, your arms growing heavy from where they were still pressed into your back.
“Harder,” you pleaded. “Harder, please, daddy. Harder.”
Ransom smirked at your words, fucking into you so hard your hips were slamming into the desk, and everyone outside the room was sure to hear the clatter.
That’s why Ransom adored you, you never let up. Always wanted more, wanted it rougher, liked it mean. And Ransom, oh, Ransom was amazing at being mean.
“I’m going to finish inside of you, and you’re going to come on this desk. Then you’re going to clean it up, and we’re going to have a nice evening with my family.”
You nodded rapidly at his words, finally giving into the asshole.
“What was that?” A harsh slap to your ass made you whine, a high pitched sound that made Ransom laugh.
You did as told, gaping as you felt Ransom bury himself deep inside you.
You panted as you regained your breath, pushing yourself off the desk with shaky arms.
Ransom pressed a long kiss to your temple, his sweater in hand as he did so. His hand moved down to your sore ass, squeezing it so hard you whimpered.
“Don’t ever do that again, sweetheart.”