Summary: You get stranded at the manor with Ransom and need to relieve the tension somehow!
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, explicit language, SMUT, dub-con (to be safe), angry sex, 18+
A/N: Happy Hoelidays, y’all! Can’t believe I’m posting my first fic ever! This fic has been floating around my brain as “me time” material for a while, and I figured this is the perfect time to put it to paper after finding the Happy Hoelidays challenge on @stargazingfangirl18‘s wonderful page. Thanks so much for hosting, along with @navybrat817 and @donutloverxo! Any and all feedback appreciated!
You’d been stuck in the manor with this giant man-child for almost a week now, your nerves were frayed to the limit.
When Harlan Thrombey had offered to have you stay at his estate while he took the family on a Christmas trip around Europe, your gut instinct was to refuse. You’d been the sole veterinarian for all of his animals for almost 8 years now, but you still had your relief rounds and charity organization to run, and taking 2 months out to essentially lounge around the Massachusetts mansion and walk his two German Shepherds, Dupin and Smilla, especially around the busy holiday season, was not an option for you. But Harlan and your good friend Marta conspired with your techs and assistants, and they basically forced you to take some time off for the first time in 5 years.
You couldn’t lie, you were looking forward to completely disconnecting from technology for the season, curling up with some fantastic books in front of a roaring fire, and baking some new historical recipes you thought you’d never get a chance to try. Even though there was no internet at the estate, you could still be reached for emergencies via cell phone if absolutely necessary, but everyone assured you they had everything under control. Harlan was even letting you bring your idiot golden retriever, Fionn, with you, as he was best buds with the shepherds.
Then, only 3 days into your well-deserved vacation, Ransom showed up.
It had just started snowing when that spoiled asshole pulled up to the house to “pick something up”. Why he thought driving that ridiculous beemer through the hills of Massachusetts during the middle of winter was a good idea, you couldn’t fathom. Harlan had arranged for a driver to drop you at the estate at the start of your visit, to further discourage you from trying to sneak away to work, so when the blizzard started, there was no way for either of you to leave. Of course, the sky proceeded to dump almost 3 feet of snow in one night, on top of a good coating of ice, so you were then stuck with a whining baby until the snow melted, a plow managed to work its way to you, or one of you killed the other.
Right now, murder was seeming like a viable option.
The snow had blown out cell service, which meant Ransom had no access to any of his social media, and he spent the majority of the day whining about the fact that he was bored. You tried getting him to read one of the many books in the library, join you in baking, a game of go, anything to shut him up, but he would lose interest almost immediately and start whining again. He initially refused to make any food for himself, but soon discovered that you were not going to be treated like his personal chef, and had to live off of toast and sandwiches if he didn’t want to say please and thank you. You were the one splitting wood, stoking the fire, and checking the plumbing daily to ensure there were no burst pipes or other issues, while he moped around on the couch.
Today, the snow had finally slowed down, and you managed to convince him to go on a hike with you and the dogs. In spite of your insistence, he thought it would be fine to go out in just his jeans and wool coat. After 20 minutes of walking, he was whining about how cold he was, and made you all turn around to head back. You had to hold in your laughter when you had almost reached the house, and the dogs got too excited and knocked him into a snow drift.
“I told you to wear layers!” you told him as you got a fire started. You instructed him to change out of his wet clothes and warm up as you went to put the dogs in the mud room and grab some more firewood. You stripped out of your snow gear down to your thermals, and headed back to the living room with a bundle of logs in your arms.
“Motherfucker!” you exclaimed, almost dropping your armload of wood as you came back into the room.
Ransom Drysdale was standing in front of the fire, wearing nothing but the artfully “worn” designer sweater he had put on that morning.
“Such language, Y/N!” he said around a smirk as he looked over his shoulder at you. “I don’t remember you having such a mouth on you back in school.”
That asshole would bring up high school right now. You were so young and stupid back then, following him around like a lost puppy, blatantly staring every chance you got. Apparently, his boredom had gotten to the point where he was going to start up his mind games.
Too bad for him you had grown up, and weren’t too bad at the mind games yourself.
You managed to regain your composure after your initial surprise, and without skipping a beat, strolled over the fire, knelt directly beside him, and started putting more logs on the fire, doing your best to ignore his hardening cock less than a foot away from your face.
“Jesus, on your knees for me already?”
You turned your head, looked at his cock, looked back up at his face, rolled your eyes, and stood up to walk to the kitchen.
“Do you want a mug of tea?” you asked him nonchalantly as you turned away.
His hand wrapped around your upper arm like a vice, spinning you around as he shoved you up against the wall.
“You’re going to play hard to get now, really?” he hissed at you. “You think I haven’t seen you staring at me all week? I know you’ve wanted me for years, you even managed to worm your way into my family to get at me, and now you’re going to play the frigid bitch when I’m about to give you what you’ve wanted for so long.” He moved his knee in between your thighs to pin you further, and let go of your arm so he could start to lift the hem of your shirt and get to your breasts.
Your full armed slap caught him off guard and he stumbled away from you.
You couldn’t help yourself, you started laughing. The unbelievable sense of entitlement and cocked sureness was too much for you, even though you felt your nipples peaking and a pool of wet slickness between your legs.
“Oh honey, you really think I’ve been pining for you since high school? I worked my way through my bachelor’s, veterinary science degree, opening my own practice and starting my own charity, but you were always in the back of my mind and in my heart?” You snarled at him. “All that work, the ridiculous amount of student debt, and putting myself in a field with one of the highest suicide rates was just because my pussy was weeping for you every night? Get over yourself Hugh.”
The look of fury on his face was so worth it, even as he put a hand around your throat and tackled you to the floor.
“You cunt!” he spat at you, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. His eyed wandered down to your breasts as a wicked smile came over his countenance. “You’re really going to try to tell me you don’t want me when your body is acting like this?” he ripped your shirt up over your head and palmed your left breast before pinching your nipple, hard. “You didn’t even bother wearing a bra around me you stupid slut.” You couldn’t help yourself, you arched your back into his hand, gasping as he pawed at you. His hand moved down your torso and he shoved his hand under your leggings and into your thong, running his thick fingers over your slit, which was now sopping wet. “God Y/N, your whore pussy is so ready for me, I’m going to fucking ruin you.”
He brought his face down to yours fast and assaulted your mouth with his. You’d had enough at this point and you bit down on his bottom lip, hard. He gasped in surprise and you grasped at your brief advantage, freeing your hands from his loosened grip, your gripped both of his wrists and wrenched them behind his back at the same time you squeezed his sides with your thighs and got the momentum to flip him over until you were on top, straddling him with his cock press up against his abdomen.
Ransom glared up at you with a mixture of fury and shock. He was used to dating little petite things he could toss around the bedroom at his leisure, who would do anything to please him and always looked at him with a mixture of fear and awe. You just looked at him with contempt.
You grinned down at him as you started grinding against his cock, keeping his arms pinned to his side. He let out a guttural moan and threw back his head, screwing his eyes shut.
“Listen up pretty boy, I’m not some little waif you can throw around like a sex doll. I’m not here for you to just wet your dick and go on with your day. You want something from me, you ask nicely. You make sure I’m good and warmed up before you try anything at all. And know this, I am not thinking about you, you’re barely even on my radar. I’ve got more important shit to take care of than obsessing over your cock.” You picked up your grinding pace as Ransom tried to buck his hips up into you. You curled over him and took his earlobe between your teeth as you purred in his ear. “And know this, asshole. You can play as rough as your want with me, but you better be able to take what you dish out. I spend half my days gelding horses and steering bulls, you can’t just manhandle me.” You run your teeth down his throat and he lets out a thin whine.
“Please, Y/N…”
“Please what?” you ask, slowing down your pace as you nip at his collar bone. You absolutely love the fact that he is begging you.
“Please, please let me… shit!” he cries as you sink your teeth into his shoulder through his sweater. “Please let me fuck you”
You stop your grinding and sit up over him. He is covered in a thin sheen of sweat and his face is flushed. He is panting like a dog and starts whining after your grinding ceases, trying to move his hips under you to get some form of friction. Pre-cum is leaking over the bottom edge of his sweater where you’ve pinned his cock to his abdomen. You haven’t seen anything this hot in a long time.
“Alright honey.” You say, releasing his wrists and lifting yourself off him a bit to let him get situated.
He lets out a long sigh and relaxes for a beat before whipping his sweater off in a frenzy. He sits up fast and almost drops you onto your back as he switches positions. He shoves his fingers down the sides of your leggings and panties and rips them off you.
His large hands start skimming you all over before he settles his left hand on your breast and his right hand against your sopping cunt, running his fingers over your slit as you start mewling unintelligibly.
“Fuck baby, you’re soaked” he says in a gravelly rasp. His pupils are lust blown as he stares at you, a thin ring of icy blue around pools of black. Without warning, he pulls you up into his lap and is kissing you hungrily, shoving his tongue down your throat before he starts licking and biting down your neck. One hand grabs your hair at the nape of your neck and yanks your head back, while the other has moved back to your pussy.
He slips one finger inside and you let out a high pitched keen. “Fucking tight in here sweetheart. Been waiting to bury my fingers in the pussy all week.” You feel him grinning against your neck but you are past caring. You bury one of your hands in his hair as he slowly moves in and out, curling his finger against your sweet spot. You dip your other hand in your own juices, then wrap it around his cock and start pumping.
You let out small cries when he adds a second, then a third finger, and when his thumb starts circling your swollen clit you scream.
“Fucking knew it” he growls into your throat. He’s been slowly dipping his tongue in and out of the hollow there as he works your cunt and it’s driving you crazy. “Knew this pussy was just waiting for me.” The sounds that his fingers were making as he fucked them into you were obscene.
“Shut the fuck up” you say as you dig your nails into the skin of his back and drag them down, increasing the pace with your other hand on his dick. You feel him start to twitch in your hand then feel hot ropes spurting across your stomach.
He lets out a growl as he wraps one hand around your throat. You can feel yourself clenching around him as your orgasm builds, and when he bites down on your shoulder at the same time he drives his thumb into your clit, you come apart with a wordless cry.
He keeps his fingers moving as you ride it out, then lets you sag back against the floor.
“My turn” he says.
Ransom flips you over unceremoniously and slaps you across the ass, hard. He didn’t get the scream he was hoping for, but the sharp gasp you let out is still enough to make his cock twitch and harden again. He lifts your hips up and brings your ass flush against him as he starts running his cock against your slit, coating himself in your arousal. You moan as his tip brushes across your swollen clit and you thrust your ass back into him, yearning for more friction.
“Maybe I should make you beg for it” He says. “You really think you can call the shots here? Your cunt is so fucking soaked for me I should edge you for… ahh, fuck!”
You decided to take matters into your own hands. You grab his cock and line him up, then shove yourself back onto it until he’s bottomed out.
“I don’t have time for a monologue from you, douchebag.” You say to him over your shoulder as you wiggle your ass against him. “You need to fucking move.”
You can tell he wants to get the upper hand back but you’re not about to let that happen. You straighten up with him still inside you and start slowly moving up and down. You can feel his chest hair scratching against your back as you fuck yourself on his cock.
“God, you’re such a bitch. Fucking bossy even when you’re begging for it” he hisses into your ear. He moves one hand down to your hip and fucks up into you, hard.
“Fuck, Hugh!” you know using that name is just going to piss him off, but to be honest, that’s kind of your goal.
The only warning you have is a growl as he slams you forward into the rug and pins your face down with one hand. He lifts one knee so he has one foot planted on the floor, and lifts your hips slightly higher to keep them in line with his. The change is positions feels amazing, and you clench around him to let him know.
“Fuck honey, you’re so fucking tight” he says as he starts rutting into you hard. “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard, you’ll be begging me to stop. You’re gonna be feeling me for days.”
The pace he was setting was relentless and you found yourself having difficulty breathing regularly when all of a sudden Ransom grabbed you by the throat and whipped you up against himself so fast all the air was ripped out of your lungs.
“Fuck!!”
“That’s right honey” he murmured against your ear as he moved his other hand from your hip and started working your clit with his fingers as you continued mewling and whimpering. You could feel yourself fluttering around him. “God you’ve got a greedy cunt. It’s squeezing me so fucking tight and you’re making a mess.”
You moaned as you leaned your head back against his shoulder. He picked up the pace even further and rotated your face so he could kiss you, moving his other hand from your throat to your breast as he worked your nipple in between his fingers. He swallowed your tiny cries as you pressed yourself further into his hand.
You could feel it building fast, and knew it was going to be an inferno. Ransom sensed the hitches in your breath and started fucking you even harder, his fingers on your clit moving faster and faster.
“You going to come all over my cock you greedy slut?” He asked against your lips. “This pussy is mine and you better not forget it.”
Just to remind him who was making the rules here, you took his lip between your teeth as you came, biting down so hard you drew blood.
“Shit!” He sputtered as your pussy spasmed around him and you rode out your orgasm. You started laughing at his exclamation when he pulled out of you suddenly, eliciting a groan at the loss.
He flipped you onto your back and slammed your head into the ground, pinning you by your neck as he pumped his cock a foot away from your face.
“I’m going to cover you in cum like the filthy slut you are” he hissed, blood flecked spittle hitting you in the chest. You saw his cock starting to twitch as his pace became irregular and knew exactly what to do to catch him off guard. You moved one hand down to you thoroughly ruined pussy and began working it yourself while your other hand palmed your breast. This threw him over the edge and thick ropes of cum started to coat your face. To add a last twist of the knife, you opened your mouth.
“Fuck, Y/N!!” he cried as you did your best to catch everything he was giving you. He finally laid back, exhausted, after covering your chest and face with white ribbons.
You laughed giddily as you fucked yourself on your own fingers, using your other hand to scoop his cum off your skin and into your mouth. He couldn’t take his eyes off you the entire time, and it only took you a few seconds to reach your final orgasm and you clenched around your fingers with a low moan. You let out a small shiver when you were finished, and crawled over where he was leaned against the couch. You straddled him quickly and tipped his head back to kiss him. When he opened himself for you, you spat his remainder in before shoving your tongue in and using it to coat his whole mouth. Then you pulled away and held his jaws closed with one hand.
“Swallow.” You said in a low purr, staring directly into his eyes.
He stared at you for a second, and you could see him weighing his options. He finally surrendered though, and you felt his throat constrict as he swallowed his own cum.
Thoroughly pleased with yourself, you stood up and stretched as far as you could. You could feel stinging sensation along your shoulder, where Ransom had bitten you, and you figured you should head to the bathroom to get that cleaned up before an infection set in. You saw several of your own marks on Ransom’s torso as well, and figured you should help him get cleaned up too.
The fire was starting to die down at this point, so you added a few more logs and stoked it when you got back from the bathroom.
“Your clothes should be dry now” you said as you rinsed out one of the deeper bites you had left and applied some Neosporin. Ransom still hadn’t moved from his seated position and was just staring at you, dazed. “I’m going to take a shower, you’re welcome to join if you want”
He still didn’t move but his eyes narrowed at you. He finally took the towel you left next to him to clean himself off and spat into it several times.
“You fucking bitch, I’m going to ruin you. You think you get to do that to me! I swear to god I’ll…”
You cut him off by shoving your tongue down his throat and tweaking his nipple. Now that you were down off your emotional high, you took your time taking in the sight of him. His manufactured bed head was now authentic sex hair, damp with sweat and falling into his eyes. His chest was heaving, which only managed to highlight his unbelievably well developed torso, which tapered in an amazing V shape and was dusted in curly brown hair. Thick thighs that looked like they would burst any pair of jeans meant to contain them. And of course, the icing on the cake, his pretty cock. Even flaccid it was impressive, and it was still coated in a film of your arousal.
“Listen sweetheart, I think what you wanted to say was ‘Thank you for two amazing orgasms.’ Now, if you feel like pouting that’s fine but do it somewhere else. Or, you can join me for a shower, and I’ll let you fuck my face and give you numbers three and four, how does that sound?”
Ransom hated the fact that his cock was hardening again already. All he wanted to do was bend you over the couch and fuck you until you were crying. He watched your ass as you sauntered off to the bathroom, then stood up to follow you. He was definitely going to get you back for this, he just had to work out how.
Warnings: None :) Just soft and fluffy for now (did I make ransom too soft in this? maybe but I have a thing for soft ransom😁)
Summary: Just a lazy morning with Ransom
A/N: Hey guys! ☺️ This is my first fic on tumblr and I’m so excited to start posting stuff more regularly. I have a lil passion for writing and starting with this lil blog will definitely help me indulge in my love for writing and my fantasies!! I am completely open for feedback and comments, I would appreciate them so much! I am also open for requests, I’d love to take some of your ideas! <3 Thank you so much for reading lovelies :) (this is kinda sh!tty but I promise I'll get better😚)
The sunlight starts peering through the blinds and it causes you to shift around. You slowly wake up and look over to the six foot man lying down next to you. Hugh Ransom Drysdale. But he went by Ransom. But you addressed him as one of your many nicknames for him, and those were his favourite names. He was lying on his toned stomach, hair tousled, and lashes sitting on the peaks of his cheekbones.
Seeing that he was still asleep, you got out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. After freshening up, you put on one of your boyfriend’s t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. You headed downstairs to the kitchen to make some breakfast for the two of you.
Grabbing all your supplies, you started to whip up some pancake batter, which was Ransom’s favourite. You sliced some strawberries and put out the whip cream and syrup on the table. You went back to your room to wake up Ransom.
You scratched his head gently, trying to wake him up.
“G’mornin’ handsome,” you said softly in his ear. Ransom shifted and groaned under the covers, the sheets barely covering his lower half.
“Hey,” whispered Ransom as he smiled at you groggily.
“I made breakfast, get up,” you said to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek and going downstairs.
“Get up!” you said loudly when you reached the stairs because you didn’t hear him getting up. You went to the kitchen and got the coffee brewing before you started making your pancakes. You poured out your first pancake and it came out a bit more deformed than you wanted. You flipped it around and then felt Ransom’s arms embracing you from the back.
“That one’s crooked (Y/N),” said Ransom, chuckling softly.
“Shut up, no it’s not Ran,” you said, being defensive.
“Yes it is, it’s not even round,” he said.
“Okay fine you make one, I’d love to see you try.” You handed him the bowl and he stood there, surprised that you actually handed him the bowl. He slowly poured the batter onto the pan and it formed a perfect circle.
“Ha! See that’s how you do it,” said Ransom as he laughed.
“That’s just beginner’s luck or whatever,” you replied and went to set the table. Ransom stood there with the spatula in his hand, waiting for… well he didn’t know what he was waiting for. Suddenly, you smelt a burning aroma. You turned to see that the pancake was burning.
“Ransom! You're supposed to flip it!”
“Oh shit, I didn’t know,”
You flipped the pancake to see it completely burnt. You took it onto the spatula and dumped it in the trash. You started laughing as you walked back to Ransom and he started to laugh with you. The two of you started to pour out the pancakes together. After making a stack of pancakes, you both sat at the table and started eating.
“Mmm, these are so good baby,” said Ransom with his mouth full.
“Aww thanks, you helped too though,” you said, smiling at him.
After you guys finished eating, Ransom washed the dishes and you scrolled through Netflix trying to find something for you guys to watch. You chose to watch your favourite show with Ransom. You laid down on the couch and Ransom came and sat down beside you, putting your legs over his lap.
“Are you wearing my clothes?” he asked.
“Yeah I am, I like how they smell like you,” you said, smiling as you brought the shirt up to your nose and inhaled it.
“Oh yeah? Well if you like the way I smell so much why don’t you just come to the real thing?” he asked, with his iconic smirk plastered on his face.
“I don’t know, I like the shirt better, it doesn’t talk as much,” you said. Ransom scoffed and started laughing. He grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap, tickling you.
“Stoppp it! This is why I like the shirt better!” you shouted while laughing. You finally pushed yourself off Ransom’s lap and fell to the ground. You were both laughing, and you got up and sat on his lap, pulling him in for a kiss.
“You can’t kiss the shirt though,” smirked Ransom.
“I mean…”
“Shut up,” laughed Ransom, pulling you in for another kiss.
