Hi! I don't know if you still take Ransom requests? I would like to see like reader wants him! Always taunting him, teasing him. When on seating at the couch, straddling him and nibbling his lips . And at some point outright touching his tra-la-la! But Ransom LOVES the attention she is showing. And he LOVES making the reader all hot and bothered but not quite giving in and stretch the sexual tension as far as both of them can take?? Idk. Something like that! Don't feel any pressure though! Love your writing
LOVE THIS.
18+
Attention Whore
you love teasing ransom, but he constantly rejects you. why won't he just give in already?
content warning: ransom x reader, use of drugs, dirty talk, mature themes, angst, insecure!reader, smut (mean dom!ransom, fingering, degredation)
note: this was supposed to be fun and flirty but it ended up angsty and porny oops
you're a spoilt little thing.
since the day you were born, you've been given everything you've ever asked for.
clothes, jewelry, cars. everything.
there's one thing that you haven't been able to obtain, though, no matter how hard you've begged for it for the past three years.
ransom fucking drysdale
the day you met, you found it hard to hide your attraction to him
the first words out of your mouth directed to him were, "give me your number, now."
he took one look at you, gave you an arrogant smirk and chuckled. "you think it's that easy, sweetheart?"
since that moment, you've been hell-bent on making him yours
and he has been just as determined to ignore your many, many advances
your friends enjoy watching your interactions, taking great joy as ransom knocks your seemingly unmoving confidence and resilience down a peg
so it’s a friday night and the gang is kicking back. there was a little party earlier, but it’s calmed down and now you’re all just smoking on the couch, watching a show about home makeovers that nobody is really paying any attention to.
as always, you immediately take the spot next to ransom, because you feel a magnetic pull to him that you just can’t control. and because everyone else is too scared to sit next to him as they know you'll rip their head off
“how’s your night been, hugh?” you ask him with a coy smile, watching as he inhales from the blunt.
“meh,” he shrugs, his eyes on the tv. “nothin’ special.”
“oh,” you say, pouting. “that’s a shame.”
he grunts, before glancing down at you. “want a toke?”
you nod, eagerly taking the joint from his fingers and taking a drag from it. you blow out the smoke before smirking up at him. “we just basically kissed.”
ransom snorts. “idiot.”
you pass the join onto whoever’s on the other side of you, keeping your gaze on ransom. "you know, i'd totally let you put it in my ass," you whisper to him coyly.
"yeah?" he asks, looking down at you. "you would, huh?"
you feel a jolt in your heart. that's the first time he didn't instantly shut you down.
"i would," you promise, trailing your finger down his chest. "i'd let you do anything you want to me, no matter how nasty."
he smirks. "what an enticing offer."
"so do it," you press. "do whatever you want." you bring your lips closer to his until they're a whisper away.
suddenly, he snorts and shakes his head, gently pushing you back. "take a hike."
you feel your heart crack in two. with a huff, you get up and rush upstairs, utterly sick of rejection.
what's so wrong with you? ransom is a known fuckboy; he hasn't exactly been one to be picky. all of a sudden, you're not good enough for him?
you lock yourself in the bathroom, taking deep breaths. you are not about to cry over ransom fucking drysdale. get a grip.
sighing, you look in the mirror - possibly the biggest mistake you could make right now. all at once, you see a compilation of all the imperfections your mother would pick out while you were growing up. every blemish she roughly covered up with concealer, every time she spoke about which plastic surgeries you'd need to get the second you turned 18, every grimace as she complained that you looked too much like your dad.
everything comes swarming in at once. voices scream at you in your head telling you you aren't good enough and of course he doesn't like you back, you idiot.
just then, there's a knock at the door.
"y/n?" ransom's muffled voice sounds out. "let me in."
sniffling, you look up in an attempt to stop the tears from falling. "i'm peeing!" you say, doing your best to stop your voice from wavering.
"so what? just let me in," he says.
"i- i'm taking a shit!" you yell, fanning your face as though the air will dry your tears.
"so let me come wash your ass," ransom says.
with a huff, you walk over to the door and unlock it before pulling it open a crack. "what do you want?"
he places his hand on the door and pushes it further open, a frown on his face. "you're crying over me."
you snort. "don't flatter yourself, hugh. i'm crying because... i just remembered my cat that died a few years ago."
closing the door behind him, ransom sighs and walks closer to you. "don't fucking lie to me. why are you fucking crying over me?"
"are you kidding me?" you ask him, baffled. "you make me feel so unwanted."
he groans, rubbing his face. "is this because i rejected-"
"yes, ransom, it is!" you cry. "am i that undesirable to you?"
he lets out a sigh and pulls you over to stand in front of the sink. "you don't deserve me."
you scoff. "gee, thanks."
"i mean, you deserve better," he clarifies. "you've seen how i treat the girls i date."
"you don't treat me like that," you say quietly. "you're nice to me."
"and if we fucked, that would all go down the drain," ransom claims. "you'd be just another notch on my belt."
you rest your hands on the edge of the sink, looking down. "i think you just think i'm ugly."
"oh, my god, you're such an attention whore," he grumbles, before standing behind you and grabbing your chin, forcing you to look up at the mirror. "you think the reason i haven't fucked you yet is because i'm not attracted to you?"
you shrug, sniffling.
"look at yourself," he orders you sternly. "this is the face that makes my cock unbearably hard every fucking day."
your eyes widen at his admission.
his free hand trails up your leg, past the hem of your skirt and rests on your panties, making you gasp.
"you're so fucking needy," he mutters when he feels how soaking wet you are through the cotton, rolling his eyes. "locking yourself in the bathroom and crying just 'cause i won't give you the attention you want?"
"i- it just makes me feel like shit when you reject me so much," you say, holding back your moans as he begins rubbing your pussy through your underwear.
"you need to grow up," ransom growls in your ear. "grabbing on my cock and whining when i don't let you jerk me off. walking into my room half-naked, complaining when i don't fuck you then and there. such a desperate fucking whore."
his fingers slip under your panties and he begins rubbing circles on your clit, fast.
"if i fucked you, i'd ruin you, little girl," he threatens you. "i'm doing you a fucking favor by keeping my hands off you."
you grab onto his bicep, letting out wanton moans and not caring if anyone hears you. his eyes meet yours in the mirror, dark and dangerous.
"you can't even begin to imagine the ways i'd break you down," he goes on to say lowly. "and once i'm done with you, i'd throw you to the side and forget about you. is that what you want?"
"ransom, please," you whine, pouting at him. "i can fix you."
he laughs heartily at your words, plunging his fingers into your cunt with no warning and fucking you with them hard and fast. "you wouldn't even know where to start, little girl," ransom tells you darkly. "you think you'd mean any more to me than the others?"
"yes," you cry out as he curls his fingers inside you, hitting your sweet spot. "oh, fuck, ransom."
"you're my friend, and that's how you'll stay," he tells you sternly, wrapping his free hand around your throat. "my fucktoys don't last very long. i play too roughly and always end up breaking them."
your eyes roll back as you feel your orgasm build, making your thighs squeeze around his hand. "you won't break me," you promise. "you won't hurt me."
he growls against your neck as your legs shake. "shut the fuck up and cum for me. now."
his stern order is enough to send you over the edge, and soon you're cumming all over his fingers.
"fuck, ransom!" you scream as the pleasure drowns you. your cunt tightens around his fingers, sucking them in.
ransom continues fingering you through your high, pulling out when you convulse at how sensitive your pussy is.
"that's it," he whispers, kissing the side of your head. "good girl."
you remain silent as you catch your breath, resting your body against his chest.
he tilts your chin up, staring at you in the mirror, tutting and pouting patronizingly. "look at you, you dumb little girl. got mascara all over your face from crying over me."
you clutch onto his hand which is still around your neck, whimpering.
"black tear stains all over your cheeks," he comments sigh a whisper. "and you're still the prettiest little thing i've ever seen."
your heart swells at his words, but his softness doesn't last long.
"clean yourself up and get your shit together," he says, letting go of you. "and when you come back downstairs, you're gonna be right back to your usual, slutty self. no more of this self-pitying bullshit. do you understand me?"
silently, you nod.
ransom suddenly turns you around, forcing you to look up at him. "i asked you a fucking question."
"yes, sir, i understand," you say quickly.
that brings a smile to his lips. lightly slapping your cheeks, he shoots you a wink. "atta girl."
• PART 2 • >>
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