Innocence
Ransom Drysdale x Reader
AN: once again for the lovely @iraot ‘s Wheels of Debauchery Challenge. You should definitely check out the challenge, the wheels offer so much variety in topics
Words: 3335
Warnings: Smut, 18+, loss of virginity, oral, cum play, unprotected sex, praise and dirty talk
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"You should totally come, It'll be fun."
You let out a long sigh as you remembered the words coming from Meg’s mouth, your new friend from college that had taken quite an immediate liking to you. You glanced around the room of people, eyes landing on Meg as she wrapped her arms over the shoulders of the man she met shopping that day.
You knew you shouldn't attend a family holiday when you'd only just met Meg, but she was very determined to get you to say 'yes' to come.
The Thrombey's gathered everyone in their family in the Thrombey mansion to celebrate Thanksgiving and Meg stressed how much she disdained returning home alone, ergo begging you to join her. What you hadn't expected was for her to grow so cozy with a stranger in town that day and inviting him to join you two to the family dinner, essentially making you the third wheel for the night.
The irony of the situation was that she teased you about "getting someone to pop that cherry," to get you to come with her. Whether you wanted to finally lose your virginity or not, you decided to join her and her family for Thanksgiving, and then you ended up the third wheel?
The audacity.
An arm slinked around your shoulders as someone sat down beside you on the small sofa. You looked up at the source, seeing Meg's older cousin.
"Ransom can be a bit of an asshole, but he should leave you alone if you come with me. He knows that I'll ruin him."
"Hello, Samantha," he muttered, fingers twirling around the skin of your shoulder as you rolled your eyes.
"(Y/N)," you corrected, ignoring his advances.
"Ransom," he replied, a hand on his chest as if you would confuse his introduction with him calling you a different name.
You smiled meekly at the man, eyes too afraid to maintain contact with his stare. He looked down at you, watching your every breath, and took in every detail of your body. You became nervous under his watch, body fidgeting as his knee brushed against yours, bodies pressed together closely on the small couch beneath you. You tried to hide the fact you were blushing crimson red under his touch and gaze, trying to focus your attention on anything and everything in the room.
Ransom smirked down at you, fingers tracing absentmindedly on your arm as he chuckled darkly before whispering in your ear, "Do I make you nervous, Baby?"
"Hey, asshole, leave her alone. She's far too sweet and innocent for you," Meg barked as she grabbed your hand and pulled you off the couch as a shiver ran down your spine from his use of the nickname. Ransom's touch burning against your skin as you followed her to the corner of the room. You glanced back while you followed her, eyes falling on Ransom smirking as he quirked an eyebrow, watching you be drifted away from him.
"(Y/N), I'm really sorry to do this, but Josh is going to stay tonight, so he's taking your spot in my bed... if that's okay with you. You can find another room to yourself, Lord knows there's plenty in this place!" She said, giggling as she finished her thought, hands toying with each other nervously as she ditched you.
You mentally smacked yourself in the face— you should have known better than to come with her. "Yeah, yeah, that's fine. I'll just find an empty room. Have fun, be safe," you rambled to her as she smiled at you. You watched with a tight-lipped smile as she and Josh bounded up the stairs together.
"Looks like you're stuck with me," Ransom's voice echoed into your ear, his hot breath fanning against your neck as he towered behind you.
You jumped slightly in shock, turning around to face him, seeing just how close he was to your body, hands secured in his pants pockets as he smirked down at you. You swallowed thickly, mere inches separating the both of you as you felt yourself getting nervous as his intimidating gaze fell upon you again.
He brings an index finger to your face, tracing the outline of your forehead as he swiped the hair out of your face. "Don't worry, I'll sleep with clothes on tonight, and there's plenty of space. It's a king bed." You rolled your eyes at him in disgust at the audacity, the man had. He leaned back down to your ear, whispering again, "Wouldn't want to ruin your innocence."
You stepped away from Ransom, feeling yourself growing weaker as he spoke. "That's okay, Meg said there were empty rooms..." you replied softly before he cut you off.
"There are only seven rooms, Babydoll. One for me, one for my parents, one goes to Walt and his witch of a wife, their Hitler of a son gets one, Meg's room, and of course Grandad's room," he explained matter-of-factly before taking a step close to you, closing in on you again as he added, "oh, Meg's mom would share her bed with you."
You inhaled deeply, eyes settling to look over his shoulder to Meg's mother scarfing down deviled eggs like it was her day job. Ransom turned to follow your eyes, chuckling lightly before turning his attention back to you, "She does have an affinity for eggs."
You sighed as you focused your eyes back on the man in front of you, chewing the inside of your lip as you opened your mouth to reply to him through a clenched jaw, "Okay."
"Good Girl, now let's go on up, the party is dead down here anyway," he said with a bright smile, arm wrapping around your lower back as his fingers began to do that thing again. His fingers wrapped around your waist and twirled around in abstract patterns on your side, smirking down as he walked beside you up the stairs, knowing exactly what the small action would do to you in Meg was right about your innocence.
You followed him up the stairs and around the corner, walking into the room as he opened the door for you. You walked in, eyes settling on the small double bed before looking at him deadpan, hand gesturing to the small mattress.
Ransom shrugged, amused before returning to his cheeky ways, and stated with a wink, "To be fair, I'm only positive about the size of one thing."
You sat down on the edge of the bed, stomach forming knots as you grew more and more anxious in your situation. You didn't necessarily feel in danger with Ransom, but you certainly felt like you would feel like an idiot by the time you returned to school with Meg. Ransom clearly had an ulterior motive in mind for the night, and if you were being honest, you wouldn't exactly mind; however, he was clearly more skilled than you were when it came to the bedroom, and that made you nervous.
Ransom noticed your hands fiddling with one another, your head hung down as you avoided his stare, and made his way to sit beside you on the bed. You heard him pull his jacket and scarf off, letting his cable knit sweater shine as he took a deep breath, hand stroking soothingly on your back. "Hey, I'm sorry. I thought we were all joking out there about your innocence. I'm not a monster, just an asshole," he mumbled in almost a whisper, almost as if he was afraid to have anyone else hear him drop the act.
Your eyes looked into his, mouth afraid to say something and ruin the moment, but he quickly began to laugh at the shock in your expression, bringing his other hand to your thigh. "I'm just joking. I mean, I really am not a monster, but I really am an asshole," he reasoned, thumb stroking softly over the skin of your thigh. "But I definitely can tell that you're innocent," he added, leaving you absolutely gobsmacked at his ability to switch up emotions and demeanors so easily.
"I'd be willing to bet a man has never even touched you in the smallest ways," he teased as you sat there silent and confused. The sheer weight of his hand on your thigh was enough to make you throb with want, and the look in his eye told you that he was fully aware of that. "Maybe, a man has never even kissed you?" He pressed on, watching your expression remain the same. Your face was like an open book for Ransom, and he was reading every single page.
His hand abandoned your lower back, ghosting its way up your spine to land on your back of your neck, thumb stroking the line of your jaw as he watched you intently. "Do you want me to kiss you?" He asked softly, eyes flickering back and forth as he read yours.
Your ability to speak was lost— long gone as the sensations you were feeling, words you were hearing, and thoughts you were having consumed every fiber of your being, sending you into overdrive— so you nodded slowly.
Ransom tilted his head to the side gently as his other hand cupped your cheek, now both thumbs rubbing the skin of your face as he tutted, "Baby, I want to hear your voice. I need to hear you say it."
Taking a deep, shaky breath, you opened your mouth slowly to repeat what your actions already said, "Yes, Ransom."
He smiled softly, bringing his face closer to yours as he closed the space between you. His lips lightly touched yours, waiting for you to reciprocate. You leaned closer, a hand making its way behind Ransom's head as you pulled him closer, mashing your lips together as they molded into one another.
You could feel his shit-eating smirk forming on his face as your lips moved in sync while your hands settled around his neck, fingers of one tangling around the soft strands of hair. You let out a breathy moan as you felt his hands trailing down your back. You pulled away from his embrace, face as red as a rose as you saw him chuckle. "Pretty good for the first time," he teased, hand brushing back over your thigh, fingertips ever so slightly brushing against the hem of your skirt.
Ransom remained silent for a moment, letting his fingers trace over your skin as you sat silently, mind racing with the kiss. Your breathing was shallow, hitching with every stroke of his fingers against the hem of your skirt, pushing it further and further to expose more skin. You tried to slowly clamp your thighs together, feeling a wetness pool in your underwear as your pussy throbbed with need.
Ransom chuckled as he watched your muscles contract together, fingertips poking their way between them as he slowly separated your legs again. "Babydoll, do you want me to fuck you, now?"
Your mouth goes dry with anxiety at the question but quickly began watering again as your brain caught up to the question, imagination running as to what the self-proclaimed asshole could do to you. You breathlessly nodded slowly, a hand grabbing Ransom's hand and pulling closer to your core as you replied, "Yes, Ransom."
You heard him hum a long response while fighting back a smirk, his free hand cradling your cheek as he kissed you softly. "Good girl, baby. You remembered the rules."
He lightly pet your cunt over your panties before bringing your leg over his, widening your legs so he had more access. His fingers bound for your pussy, fingertips dancing along your inner thigh on their way before slipping under your panties, teasing your cunt gently. Your body jerked as he brushed against the bundle of nerves as a gasp left your mouth gaping open, and Ransom watched in awe, biting his lip as he observed every way your body reacted to his touch.
His fingers dipped further, feeling how wet you were before a groan left his throat. "Babydoll, you're dripping wet," he whispered as he stood up from the bed. You watched him in confusion as he patted a spot on the middle of the bed. You moved so you were sitting in the spot and laid back as Ransom pushed your skirt above your hips and pulled your panties off, fully exposing yourself to him as you blushed. Ransom stood between your legs, lifting each one up to his face to pepper kisses along the skin before crawling on the bed with you.
He laid flat on his stomach, fingers teasing their way back to your core as he looked into your eyes. There were traces of nervousness in your gaze, making Ransom pepper kisses along your inner thighs, whispering against your skin, "Don't worry, Babydoll. I'm going to make you feel so good."
You inhaled deeply as you bit down on the flesh of your bottom lip, watching as Ransom dipped his head down to your core. His lips met your clit softly, eyes boring into your face with every action. His tongue flicked the bud softly, watching as you moaned softly at the sensation before he dipped into your entrance slightly, bringing your wetness up to your clit as he wrapped his lips around your bundle of nerves.
You groaned as your hips rubbed against his lips, hands grabbing at the sheets below you. "So good, baby. Gonna have you screaming my name," he mumbled as his lips left your clit to move down to your entrance. His fingers rubbed along your pussy lips, eyes watching as your back lightly left the mattress. Slowly, he let a finger slip inside your walls, his free hand going to push your thigh back down as they began to close around his hand. "Nu-uh, babydoll. Be a good girl and let me ruin you."
You breathed deeply, eyes squeezing shut as you pulled your legs apart again— obeying. Your eyes opened up to look back at Ransom, desperate to watch his every move and saw him plunging his finger into you slowly, peppering kisses to your inner thighs before sucking your bud again.
You whined as you felt another finger being added to your core, slowly stretching you out in anticipation of Ransom's cock. Your hips ground down against him as his free hand came up to your clit and rubbed soft, slow circles on it while his tongue lapped at your core hungrily. "That's my good girl, ride my fingers, babydoll," he mumbled, watching your hips rut down against his palm.
Your whines became whimpers as you felt an unfamiliar feeling building inside you. You grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him away from your clit, not 100% sure what you were feeling, but knowing it was building fast. Ransom tsked your actions and continued rubbing your clit, your small strength no power against his as he taunted, “Trust me, Baby. You’ll feel so good after this.”
He curled his fingers upwards inside your walls, reaching something you had never before discovered. It made your mouth drop open, eyes peeled to his actions as your back arched and toes curled tightly. You let out a high-pitched moan as you felt something wash over your body.
"That's it babydoll, cum on my fingers like a good girl," Ransom purred, fingers pushing into your core as you came down from your high and looked at him as you breathed heavily. He smirked as he brought his fingers out of you, showing you the wet, white release all over his fingers and palm.
His tongue stuck out to lick up his palm, humming as he tasted your release, "Babydoll, you gotta get a taste of yourself. So fucking sweet and innocent, just like you," he whispered darkly as he crawled closer to your face and lowered his fingers to your lips.
In a strange surge of confidence, you opened your mouth to welcome the digits, tongue swirling around his fingers as you tasted the remnants of your arousal. He moaned as his lips found your neck, nipping you lightly as he whispered, "Such a good girl."
You watched as he pulled his sweater and pants off before moving to pull your sweater and skirt off. His lips found yours in a soft kiss as he leaned you back down to the bed, a hand stroking his cock. His forehead leaned against yours as he hovered over your body, hot breath fanning over your face as he stated darkly, "Gonna fuck that pretty pussy and make a mess all over your face. Can I make a mess all over that gorgeous face, baby?
You nodded immediately whining a soft, "yeah."
He moaned as he continued, "gonna make a mess on your beautiful face and ruin your fucking innocence," he said as he inserted his length into your folds.
You groaned loudly, hands grabbing onto the backs of his shoulders as he stilled inside of you. Ransom leaned down to you, face nuzzling in your neck as he peppered kisses on every inch of skin he could reach, mumbling how sorry he was that you were in pain.
You groaned as you felt your walls stretching around his appendage, the feeling of being full taking over your mind. You brought your hips up to meet his, lips molding with his as you whined for more.
"Babydoll, the rule. Your words."
"Fuck me, Ransom," you let out in a breathy moan.
Ransom groaned at your quick ability to beg as he slowly began to thrust into your walls. Soft curses left his lips as his forehead remained tucked under your neck while your nails dug into his skin, holding tightly to his shoulders. "Feel so good, baby," he muttered as he brought a hand between your bodies to your clit.
His thumb circled your clit slowly, hips meeting yours at a slow, steady pace. "Such a good girl for me, aren't you? Yeah, cum on my cock, good girl. Cum all over my cock," he demanded, pressing his thumb harder into your bundle of nerves.
You whimpered as your second orgasm built up within you, causing you to pull Ransom even closer to your body, hips lifting up to meet his— which made his ego inflate even more if it were possible. Ransom nipped at your neck lightly as you moaned into him, releasing your hot white orgasm around his thick cock, loud whines leaving your throat as he pulled out of you, and stroked his cock furiously.
He crawled closer to your face, as he worked himself, a hand pushing hair out of your face as he came, spurting hot white ropes along your face as you giggled at the difference in you now and you an hour ago.
Ransom groaned as he tugged at his length, "Such a gorgeous face, but even sexier with my cum all over it."
He looked around quickly in search of a nearby towel or rag to clean your face off but ultimately decided on licking it off of your face with a devilish smirk. Once he had single-handedly (tonguedly) cleaned your face, he grabbed your face with both hands, pulling you into an abrupt kiss. Your eyes shot open in shock as you felt his tongue push its way into your mouth with his cum trailing behind.
He pulled away from your kiss, winking before adding, "Told you I would ruin your innocence."
You stared at him, mouth full of his seed, eyes wide with confusion. He smirked at you, hand lightly tapping your cheek as he instructed, "Good girls swallow."
You cocked an eyebrow at him before swallowing the mouthful, smiling giddily as he chuckled darkly at you. His fingers grabbed your jaw, pulling you into a chaste kiss before pulling you to lay down beside him, pulling the blankets around the both of you. "Knew you would be a good girl for me."
