#iraotwheelsofdebaucherychallenge

"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."

Sure, the security measures assured that you never had to worry, but it also made you wonder why they were there in the first place. This place was as secure as the Stark Tower; why? You tried not to ask too many questions, afraid of getting on Tony’s bad side. Besides, it isn’t characteristic of him to give you a straight answer anyway. 

Life is good, your most harrowing concern at the moment being that your new place had no curtains. It had been a long time since things were calm and you were just recognizing that your days had been free of storms for some time now. Counting your blessings for the second time that night, you stepped into the shower and reminded yourself of all the things to be grateful for. 

To say you were in a good mood was an understatement. You finished your night routine right as the pizza was delivered and excitedly skipped down. No one told you how fun living alone was but they didn’t need to - you quickly found that independence is a glorious necessity in everyone’s life.

Jake stood bewildered at your person throwing the door open. He gripped the pizza box tight to ensure he didn’t drop it and continued to look at you like you had grown a third head. He never was very good with his words, but your beauty truly inhibited his ability to think.

“Hi?” you asked.

“Hey, I-I’m your neighbour, Jake. Saw that you were moving in and I came to ask if you need any help.” 

“Oh,” you contemplated, looking past him. “Where’s the pizza person?”

“I paid for it. Housewarming gift?” he  said like a question and handed it over. 

You received the warm box and waited for him to say something as he fiddled with his hands. His smile looks so familiar but you couldn’t place your finger on it. 

“So…Do you need help?” He looked up right at the end. You grinned at how shy he was.

“I would really appreciate the help tomorrow,” you replied casually. 

“Oh, so… I’ll come by tomorrow morning?” He looked hopeful, as if you were the one handing him the olive branch. You took a once-over of his build, sure that he would come handy when your hip gives up again and nodded in response. 

He nodded back slowly and turned around to leave, but seeing him at your doorstep felt eerily similar to a puppy left out in the rain. 

“I don’t think I can finish this pizza alone,” you called out. He turned around, a glint of happiness apparent in the shine of his eyes. 

“Do you have time to help me with this right now?” It was your turn to look hopeful and you really hoped this cutie took the bait.

He did. 

You couldn’t ignore the nagging at the back of your head that you had seen him somewhere. You also couldn’t dismiss the fact that dinner together was just a little awkward. The conversation started off with small talk, and it didn’t take a genius to tell that neither of you enjoyed it. Luckily, it shifted to talks about the neighbourhood and your old job. After that, the words flowed easily, the two of you bonding like you had known each other forever. Although it was smooth sailing, you couldn’t help but wonder how he knows so much about the neighbourhood security measures. When he mentioned that he had lived there for about 6 years, you chalked it up to a simple accumulation of knowledge he must’ve acquired from being around for so long. 

“So everyone who lives around here works for Stark-Jensen, right?” you questioned, trailing your finger on the rim of your second wine glass for the night.

“Yeah, for the most part. Though it’s hard to tell who works for who.”

You chuckled in agreement.

“What is it with that? I mean, I work for Stark, and my colleagues, too… but exclusively for Stark. Jensen does exist right?”

“Yeah,” he snickered, “He does. Stark makes the tech and Jensen does the coding.”

“So they’re a two-man team, but Tony’s the face of the company? Seems sort of unfair,” you muttered, quirking your brow a little. 

Jake smiled at your comment, glanced at his hands and looked back up at you. 

“Maybe he wants it to be that way.” He nudged his glasses up and took a little sip of his wine while peering at you. 

You cocked your head to the side and considered the information. Your head was hazy and you needed to stop drinking; alcohol and cute guys are not a good mix. 

“Wait.” You squinted at him. 

“Does that mean you’re a Stark-Jensen employee?” 

He let out a chortle and took your glass from you. 

“Hey, hey I want that back!” you whined, not even caring that you’re embarrassing yourself. 

“I think that’s enough for today.” He gently helped you up, waiting for you to move. 

“I can usually handle my liquor,” you promised, clinging onto his broad form for support. 

He started moving you up to your lone mattress in the corner of your room, softly laying you down. 

“Jake,” you caught his arm. “You didn’t answer the question. Do you work for Stark-Jensen?”

“Yeah, something like that.”

You pouted at his answer, still gripping his wrist like you owned him. He tenderly pried your fingers off him and placed them on your belly. 

“See you tomorrow,” he mumbled as he left your room. You drifted asleep easily, blissfully unaware of how you’d never be able to live down the humiliation of your drunken stupor. 

The next day, you hoped Jake wouldn’t show up. It would save you from the burning heat that crept up your neck every time you recalled the night before.

Unfortunately, Jake had found it way too amusing an opportunity to tease you, showing up at your doorstep at 10 AM on the dot. 

The day went on without a hitch, the conversation picking up easily from where you left off. Jake found it endearing when you groaned at the mention of your state, only after three glasses of wine. The question of his employment never crossed your mind again, both of you having way too much fun unpacking. You felt ten times better knowing that your neighbour was a loveable, single, hunky nerd; it made the stress of settling in that much better. 

Of course, like all good things, the weekend came to an end. Monday morning, you eagerly prepped yourself for a new week at the office. Being Tony’s right hand took five rounds of interviews as well as background checks into every living relative you had. After the turbulent hiring process, you found that the job was not any easier. Luckily, the move had you feeling more thankful about being in sync with all the Stark tech; with FRIDAY managing your house and personal appointments, it was easier to keep track of Tony’s day. 

You stepped out of the house and shielded your eyes from the beautiful day. Just then, your lovely new friend stepped onto his porch wearing casual attire.

“Have fun at work!” he called after you.

“Thanks! Are you going to work?”

“Yes, I am.” You took in his outfit one more time, chuckling as you wondered what job would pay enough to live here while dressed in sweats.

“Well, in case I don’t see ya’... Good afternoon, good evening and good night!” you exclaim loudly. 

Jake giggled like a schoolboy and waved goodbye before ducking into his car. 

Tony’s 10 AM meeting has been pushed to 11 AM, Miss L/N. 

“No, no, that won’t do! He has another meeting at 12 PM, the timing will clash. FRIDAY, who was he supposed to meet at 10 AM?”

Speaking to the AI felt more like talking to yourself, but with time, you assured yourself that it would look as cool as Stark when handling your things.

He’s meeting Mr Jensen, the co-founder of Stark-Jensen. I believe you have not met him yet. 

“Yeah, I haven’t. Could you call him for me, FRIDAY?”

Sorry Miss L/N, Mr Jensen’s phone is switched off. He has already notified Tony of the change in plans. 

“What an asshole,” you grumbled. 

On the contrary, I think you would like Mr Jensen, Miss L/N.

“You can just call me Y/N, FRIDAY. Oh, and, send out a notification to all of today’s meeting hosts and tell them to push it by one hour. If they complain, send them my number to take up any problems they have.” 

It’ll be done by the time you reach your office. 

“Thank you,” you smiled and pulled into your parking spot, right beside Tony’s. 

It was hard to imagine what would’ve happened today if Tony didn’t give you access to FRIDAY. Calling each meeting host and personally asking them to push their meetings seemed like a tedious and mind-bending task. And frankly, you didn’t ever look forward to talking to Karen’s. But now, you would never have to know; FRIDAY was an absolute godsend. 

You stepped onto the other side of security clearance just as the clock struck 9 AM. Strutting up to your office, you made a mental checklist of everything you need to do during the day. Usually, Tony didn’t require you to sit in for his meetings. He has a different set of assistants for note-taking purposes. 

Too consumed by your thoughts, you didn’t notice the large picture of Jake and Tony sitting side by side on the wall beside the elevators. You also didn’t notice Jake’s smirk as he passed by you with ease. He would’ve stopped to say hi, but he knew that you didn’t realize who he was yet. Now he just had to figure out a way to get you to show up to his and Tony’s meeting and give you the heart attack of a lifetime. 

Beep, beep.

The Stark-watch buzzed on your wrist, letting you know that Tony was calling for you. You had barely even stepped into the elevator and he was already whining like a baby. 

You shook your head and stepped into the doorframe of his lab.

“Come here!” his voice called from the far end of a lab. Your suspicions of him being under the work table were confirmed when he wheeled out on his back and handed you a wrench. 

“Do me a favour. Tighten this for me?” 

He handed you the arm of an Iron Man suit, what you assumed was his latest mark. He already lived at the lab as it was, you wondered how he ever had time for Pepper. 

“Come on, put your arm into it L/N! You know what, you’re distracted, give it here.”

“Did you call me here to tighten your screws?” You shifted your weight onto one leg and crossed your arms. It was sassy of you, but Tony’s assistant needs to have some backbone, famously said by Rhodey.

“Well, you know me, screws always loose.” He knocked on his head and chuckled at his own joke. You sighed and turned to walk out. 

“I need you to sit in for my 11 o’clock. And cancel everything else today.”

You gasped and turned again, marching to where he was lying down. 

“Tony Stark, you have no regard for anyone’s time! I already pushed everything back by one hour because of your buddy Jensen and now you’re asking me to cancel everything?”

“I know, and I agree. I wish I could go to the mind-numbing meetings with corporate clowns, but I want to show you and Jensen something cool.”

He stopped fiddling with his toy just long enough to glance at you. 

You sighed and called for FRIDAY, groaning for the umpteenth time since that morning. Why were you acting like this was the first time he’s done this? It was probably your lack of energy from moving. You couldn’t wait to get home and maybe call Jake over for dinner. Now that you considered this possibility, time seemed to pass slower, but at least there was something worthwhile to look forward to. 

When 10:55 rolled around, you were sitting in Tony’s lab, patiently waiting as Tony set up his latest invention for demonstration. 

“Where’s your buddy?” you asked, checking your watch for the time again. 

“On his way,” he replied without turning away from his work. 

He paused and took a step back to admire his work before facing you. 

“You haven’t met Jake, have you?”

“Jake?”

Right on cue, Jake walked through the doors of the labs and you whipped around to find your grinning friend.

“Howdy neighbour,” Jake sneered. 

“Oh, right. You live beside each other,” Tony muttered as he gathered some more things from his desk. 

You shamelessly inhaled the pinewood and vanilla-infused scent of Jake as he sat down beside you. To have him so close to you was a dangerous thing, your cunt unknowingly clenching every time he moved his biceps. 

“Stop making heart-eyes at him.”

You threw whatever was in your hand at Tony’s head, and it happened to be a pen. It narrowly missed as he ducked and doubled over in laughter at your embarrassment. The bastard took sick pleasure in it so he often made it a point to humiliate you, but it usually wasn’t in front of the co-CEO of the world’s largest tech company. 

The rest of your time in that lab went on without any heart attacks - as far as anyone knew, the slick between your thighs doesn’t account for a ‘heart attack’, per se. You shouldn’t even be thinking about Jake like that. He was technically your boss too. 

Tony dismissed you at lunch and told you to take the rest of the day off, much to your delight. You slid into your car and dropped your head onto the steering wheel.

You had barely moved into the neighbourhood and you’re already finding ways to be fired.

~Time skip~

You sighed and laid back in the over-the-top maternity chair Jake got you for feeding. Your baby gurgled as curled his little fingers into his palm before knocking on your breast once. With a light chuckle, you cooed as the little bundle began falling asleep. 

This was the only place in the house that had a sliver of sunlight gracing the inside of the house. 

You could have outdoor privileges if you didn’t pull that little stunt. 

Could you really blame yourself for trying to leave? How were you to know that it’s impossible to leave a Stark-Jensen neighbourhood?

Because it says “Stark-Jensen” in the name, you dumbass. 

Fair enough.

You lost count of how many times you sigh on the daily, instead opting to count the number of times you’re able to hold off a mental breakdown. Today, you got the rare privilege of privacy, with Jake being gone to another one of Stark’s presentation.

You reminisced about the last time you sat in Tony’s lab and watched him explain his latest creation. Little did you know that the first time you sat with Jake in there would also be the last time you ever sat in there. 

You gently placed the Jim in the cradle. Again, one of the many over-the-top investments made by Jake to ensure the baby got state-of-the-art care. The way Jensen had made you sit beside him as he put the contraption together almost had you lurching. But you didn’t want to wake the baby. The horridness of the memories cannot outweigh your will to keep Jimmy from crying.

“Look at it!”, Jake excitedly spun the box to show you. It must’ve cost an unreasonable amount of money - not that he couldn’t spare to spend the coin, but the purchase confirmed your worst suspicions; he was serious about this all. 

Your eyes, puffy from the days of crying, were barely open. Yet you still nodded, figuring that if you put up with his enthusiasm now, he’ll let you go to sleep without raping you like he did every night. 

Anyway, you were wrong. 

When did everything go so wrong?; How?

You picked up your phone. Your eyes flickered between the only two contacts saved on it. Jake made sure you couldn’t do anything except call him or Tony.

You missed your ex-boss (who was always more of a friend to you). But, it was obvious that calling him wasn’t worth it and would rarely yield any fruitful conversation. Tony always spoke as if he were walking on glass around you and your words were always monitored and censored by Jake. It didn’t take long to figure that one out. 

“I don’t know what happened, Tony, she’s just unhinged,” Jake explained over the phone. In the background, you struggled against the bonds that held you to his bedframe. You sobbed harder into your gag and tried to scream ‘help’. All that came out was a shriek. 

“You hear her? She’s completely unfit to come into work… What happened? I don’t know man… She’s breaking down under all the stress. A few days of rest might do the trick. No, no, you don’t have to come down. I’ll take care of it.” 

He ended the call and you went limp, pausing your hysteria. He smiled at you as if he hadn’t kidnapped you. As if he hadn’t just made Tony believe that you were off your rockers. As if he hadn’t just fucked you five times over the span of 48 hours. 

He had planned every step of your entrapment to the letter and it was all going according to his plan.

You put your phone facedown on the dining table and walked back upstairs to your room. His room. Your room, too. 

Never, you internally screamed.

Well, it’s too late to debate it. 

You stood at the foot of your bed and traced the footboard. He took you countless amount of times on this bed and every instance held some clue that he was working up to what was happening now. You could see that now - but what was the point now?

You giggled as Jake pushed you onto his bed. Who knew this golden retriever could be so rough?

“Shhshshshhh” you slurred and Jake laughed in response. 

“Tony’s not here, baby,” he replied, climbing on top of you. 

“We’re not gonna get fired?” 

“He can’t fire me, sweetheart.”

“Oh… yeah.” You frowned, remembering that your risqué relationship was only risky for you. 

In your drunken haze, you didn’t realize Jake was rubbing his bulbous tip against your folds, gathering slick. 

“Condom?” 

“Don’t have,” Jake lied. 

“Oh,” you hesitated. 

“It’ll feel so good, baby.” He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck and sunk in before you had the chance to protest. 

“Jakeeee,” you whined. Writhing under his grasp, you shook your head side-to-side as he vigorously fucked into you. 

He abruptly stopped and pulled out. “What have I said about saying my name?”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you sheepishly say. 

“That’s right, slut. You’re gonna make me a daddy, right?” He pushed back in. 

“Yeah, you are. Gonna make me a daddy, so call me daddy.”

The implication of his words flew right over your head in your drunken haze and blank mind. Any ounce of sense that you had left was being fucked out by his thick length. 

“Gonna blow my load. Fill you tight cunt, not gonna last long.”

His words were broken with loud moans. He couldn’t think straight with your warm, wet pussy inviting him in over and over. 

As you shook from an overwhelming orgasm, your pussy involuntarily clenched, causing Jake to lose any last bit of restraint he was holding onto. He pushed in as far as he could go as you flailed around. He pinned your arms down and pressed his mouth into yours, delivering a hot and heavy kiss that had you panting. 

He pulled out, but the string of cum that followed made you blanch. You never were one for cum play. Still, you didn’t protest when Jake pushed everything back in with two fingers. 

“Gotta’ make sure you’re full baby.”

You shake your head now, but again, what’s the point? It’s all done and dusted. Though, you should give yourself some credit. Even if you had realized earlier, it wouldn’t have made a difference. He would’ve realized that you knew before you could’ve even thought about escaping.

As you drifted asleep, you adjusted the volume of the baby monitor one last time and slumped into the fluffy pillows. 

How do you wake up from dreams? Was it by pinching yourself? You couldn’t wake up from the nightmare that was your reality when you pinched yourself. You doubted that would work right now. You couldn’t recall how to open your eyes. Instead, you whimpered in your sleep, reliving the moment Jake finally revealed his ulterior motive

“You did what?” Jake was seething, but the only indication of it was his clenching jaw and red face. His tone was the perfect embodiment of the calm before a storm. 

“I know you aren’t happy… but Jake, you- you’re always talking about babies and a family. It was so overwhelming and I… I-I…” You were shivering now, unable to withstand the heat of his glare. You had never been on the receiving end of his anger. Hell, you had never even seen him angry. 

“I didn’t have an abortion, Jake, for god’s sake stop looking at me like a killed a baby! Plan B is not a crime. I’m only even bringing this up because I started on birth control anyway. Plan B every time we have sex is just not practical or feasible.”

At this point, you could’ve been speaking to a wall. Jake still hadn’t said anything and you were beginning to wonder if he had even been listening. 

“I can’t believe I didn’t notice,” he whispered, at last. 

“What?”

“I watch you do everything, I can’t believe I didn’t know about the Plan B.”

“What… What are you saying?”

“I said,” Jake stood up, “I’ve basically been watching you 24/7. And I don’t know how I didn’t notice this.” 

“What do you mean watching me?” Tears in your waterline were threatening to blur your vision but you blinked furiously in an attempt to keep looking Jake in the eyes.

 “You think FRIDAY works for you?” 

Jake leisurely cracked each knuckle and took a step towards you. You took one back. 

“Oh, now, don’t be like that.”

You woke from your nightmare that was the boiling pot and jumped straight into the fire. Jake was already moving in and out of your channel, moaning about how he missed you too much. 

You tried to adjust yourself but he caught your arms and pulled out just long enough to flip you onto your stomach. 

When he pushed back in, the hopelessness of your life manifested as tears; it happens every once in a while. 

Today, you had a new record: you were able to hold off a total of 7 breakdowns.

But, of course, that was right before he pinched you awake every time.

The severity of his tone sends a shiver down your spine and makes your core clench with arousal, as maddening as his possessiveness can be, it was also undeniably attractive. You roll your eyes but comply, turning on your heels and beginning to make your way toward the exit. Ransom's grip on your waist slowly makes its way up your back until he places a firm grasp on the nape of your neck causing you to stand up straighter as he begins to steer your body through the crowd with ease. You shoot daggers up at him, he knows how much you hate when he marches you around like a parent leading their toddler. His head angles down at you, his eyebrow cocked up, as his grip tightens, silently daring you to say or do something. You have to swallow down the words that dance on the tip of your tongue, knowing with certainty that he’s not above causing a scene; you settle for rolling your eyes and grinding your teeth together in irritation.

Once you're both seated in his BMW, you expect him to be all over you, pawing at you while giving you an earful; but instead he keeps his eyes set on the road and his grip tight around the steering wheel. You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol coursing through your bloodstream or just purely because it was so unexpected but you find yourself irked that he seems to have no interest in you at all. You angle yourself in your seat to face him as you reach over and place a hand on his thigh, sliding it towards his crotch before one of his hands leaves the steering wheel to push your hand away without so much as a glance. Your eyebrows knit together as you try again, letting his name roll needily from your mouth, only to be met with the same standoffish reaction. You turn in your seat once more and huff as you look out the window, utterly vexed that this man not only had the audacity to make you cut your night short but then to not give you the time of day after.

The car comes to a halt outside his home after what feels like an eternity, you open your car door and head for the door, your heels clacking angrily against the cement of the driveway with every step. You quickly fish the spare key he had given you from your clutch and unlock the door, storming inside and slamming the door shut behind you as you kick your heels off and make your way towards the stairs. You freeze in your tracks as you realize you never heard the slam of the door you were expecting. You look back over your shoulder to see Ransom has caught the door and is calmly shutting it before he turns his attention to you, his eyes stormy and menacing. He closes the space between you in mere seconds, his hand coming up and grabbing a fist full of your hair by the root. He turns you quickly to face him, the sweet ache on your scalp making you swallow hard as he walks you backwards until your back meets the wall with a soft thud. The hand in your hair vanishes and swiftly makes a new home against your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head begin to swim in the most intoxicating way.

“I’ve had enough of that fucking attitude, Y/N.” Ransom growls out at you as his chest begins to rise and fall a bit faster than it was a moment ago. “You think you have the right to be pissy after you ignored me all night to dance around like a little slut while all those guys laid their hands all over you?”

Your eyes bulge indignantly as you reach up, grabbing at his fingers against your throat, loosening his grip just enough to be able to talk a bit easier. “Excuse you!? I ignored you all night? You were the one who got all put out for no reason and left me alone on that dance floor! Why do you even care? You didn’t seem to want my attention then or just now in the car!” You shoot back at him, words laced with venom and just a bit of hurt. 

“That’s not how this works. I don’t just want your attention when you feel like throwing me a bone. You seem to have forgotten, you’re mine.”  The emphasis on his last two words make your core clench around nothing. You open your mouth to retort but his hand around your throat tightens once again, keeping the words trapped inside. “No. I’ve heard enough out of you. It’s about time I remind you who owns this.” He growls out as his other hand snakes between both of your bodies and under the skirt of your little black dress to cup your pussy firmly. Your eyes roll back into your head at the sudden pressure, you know that despite your frustration with him, he already has you dripping and now he knows it too. He releases his hold on both your neck and your pussy and wraps a rough hand around your delicate wrist and begins tugging you after him as he makes his way to the sofa. You suck in the air your lungs have been demanding as you stumble behind him. He takes a seat on the edge of the couch before roughly pulling you down to lay across his lap; your dress has been shoved up around your waist and your panties pulled down around your ankles so fast you can’t even comprehend it before his hand makes contact with your ass. 

“Aaahh! Ransom wa-” you begin to whine out before another sharp smack to your ass cuts you off. You attempt to wiggle out of his lap but his other hand pressing firmly down on your back keeps you securely in place. 

Ransom tsks his tongue at you as he rubs his hand over the swell of your ass, speaking steadily and firmly, “The only words I want to hear coming from your mouth are numbers as you keep track, got that Princess? We’re going to twenty three, one for every man you let touch you tonight. You utter a single word that isn’t a number or you miss one, we’ll start over. Don’t test me on this, Y/N.” 

The tone of his voice leaves no doubt in your mind that he means every word, you swallow hard and just nod your head. You bring your hands up to brace yourself, one clinging to his thigh while the other grasps his calf; you hold your breath in anticipation of the smack you know is coming. His hand makes contact with your ass once again and the sting makes you groan, “Three”. As soon as the word leaves your mouth, you feel the sting of his hand once again, “Four”. Ransom keeps up the pace, not allowing you a moment of rest between each smack to your ass, which becomes exceedingly sensitive with each and every strike. By the time you hit twenty, your legs are shaking, your arousal running down your thighs, your voice hoarse and strained as you continue to count out the final slaps. The sound of the last smack registers in your ears before the sickeningly sweet, overwhelming sting sets in, “Twenty three!” you manage to choke out. 

Ransom pulls you up, holding your body against his for just a moment before laying you out on the sofa, you hiss softly as your red raw ass makes contact with the deliciously cool leather as it grants you the slightest bit of comfort. He drops to his knees at the edge of the couch before reaching out and wrapping his strong sweater clad arms around your thighs before swiftly pulling you towards him until your ass is about to fall off the edge. His head dips down between your thighs, peppering them with swift kisses and gentle bites, inching closer and closer to aching core. He finally licks a long stripe along your dripping slit before his thumbs come to gently spread your soaking petals, fully exposing you to him. His tongue prods your entrance before beginning to greedily lap up all the sweet juices that are flowing from you, he lets out a moan from deep in his chest as your taste takes over his mouth. “So fuckin’ sweet baby” he whispers huskily into your sex as his lips find your pulsing bud, quickly encapsulating it and sucking gently. You let out a needy moan as your hands fly to his hair, tugging at it harshly as you grind into his face, desperately chasing your own release, trying your best to ignore the sweet sting still biting at the sensitive skin of your ass. 

Ransom suckles on your bud harder as you grind into him and you feel the coil in your stomach finally burst, your climax rushes over you like a wave. Breathy curses flow from your mouth freely as you ride out the sweet release your body had been craving so desperately. As you begin to come down from your high, you go to scoot yourself away from Ransom's mouth which was still working overtime on you. He immediately locks your thighs in with his arms, keeping you pressed firmly against his eager mouth. 

“Ransom.. baby.. I need a- aaah! I need a second,” you whine out breathlessly as you writhe under his grasp. 

He finally lifts his head from between your thighs, looking up to you with lust blown eyes and his face glistening in your arousal, “What's the matter, Princess? Weren’t you just upset you didn’t have my attention earlier? Well don’t worry your pretty little head over that. You’ve got my undivided attention now and I don’t intend to stop until my mouth is the only thing you can think of.” His tone dripped with derision as his lips curled up into a mischievous smirk. “You wanted all my attention and the attention of every guy in that club tonight, I’m going to show you just what greedy little sluts like you get.” Ransom immediately dives back in between your thighs, his lips closing in around your throbbing bud again, sucking on it harshly pulling another hasty orgasm from you. 

You whine and moan breathlessly as you continue to try and squirm away before finally resigning to the fact that you are no match for his sturdy arms, you are ultimately helpless. You feel another climax beginning to crest and his name begins to fall from your mouth like a mantra and even you’re not sure if you’re begging him to stop or to keep going at this point. Your legs shake and your breath is ragged and hoarse as another orgasm claims your body. Your vision is beginning to swim as you stutter out, “Pl-please… Ra-Ra-Ransom… I n-need-” 

Ransom lifts his face away from you, looking up at your face, reveling in how your makeup runs down your face and your bottom lip quivers, “What’s that Baby? You need more? I think so too Princess.. I know you have more for me.” And with that he returns to his assault on your sensitive aching clit, you feel one of his arms release its grip on your thigh but the other still holds you firmly in place as you feel two of his fingers plunge deep inside of you, curling into your walls in a way that makes you see stars. Your voice is nearly shot as you cry out as you feel him coaxing yet another orgasm from you; you feel your walls clench around his fingers, keeping them in place as you ride out yet another wave of earth shattering ecstasy. 

Your body goes limp like a rag doll, your chest rising and falling alarmingly fast now. Ransom finally rises from between your trembling thighs, peeling off his sweater and undoing his belt as he looks down at you, admiring what a mess he’s made of you. Your eyes stay lazily open watching him as you will yourself to even out your breathing, you watch as he grasps your hips firmly and lifts them effortlessly off the couch, lining your entrance up with his cock before burying himself to the hilt with one powerful thrust. The sound that comes ripping from your chest is guttural and primal, your entire body aches in the most intoxicatingly painful way as every inch of you buzzes with overstimulation. 

“C’mon baby.. just one more. I want to feel your greedy little cunt milk me.” Ransom's voice is husky and harsh. His strong hands begin to glide you along his cock with ease, setting a deep brutal pace, every inch of your body is consumed by a blinding combination of equal parts pain and pleasure. Your head lulls off lazily to the side, unable to even keep it up on your own anymore as you watch his face contort with pleasure as he fucks your oversensitive cunt with reckless abandon. Moans and curses escape both of you wildly and your orgasm hits you like a train, sudden and intense, your eyes roll to the back of your skull as you whimper helplessly as your walls contract around him. You feel his cock twitch before spilling his warm seed deep inside you while he growls out your name, his eyes squeeze shut and he throws his head back in pleasure. Ransom gently pulls out after a moment and sets your hips gingerly back down on the couch. He leans down, placing a large hand on either side of your head as he hovers just above your face, “Now remind me Princess… who do you belong to?” 

That didn’t mean he wasn’t furious watching you now, he knew you’d always had a soft spot for the Sheriff, watched as you both flirted so effortlessly with each other while you were on shift in the diner. You would sneak him pieces of pie, telling him not to complain about his belly, you liked him just the way he was. He saw the red cheeks of the Sheriff and how he tried to bite his lip to not smile too wide whenever you complimented him. He even watched as Lee scared people into tipping you properly with a single menacing glance while you weren’t looking.

Now he has to watch as the pair of you dance around each other, subtle looks here and there or smiles across the party at each other. Your brother told him he was going up to his room, the girl on his arm giggling and kissing his neck. Charles looks around the space, everyone is either occupied or has already left.

He looks down at the bottle in his hands, peeling the label off in an effort to distract himself, he’s only stayed this long because he wants to keep an eye on you, make sure you’re safe. The label comes off in nearly one full go when he hears it, you and Lee giggling. He looks up to see him playfully tickling you, you’re in his arms with your head thrown back, eyes closed and giggles spilling out of your open mouth. Gripping the bottle tightly in his hand and scowling at you both he slams the beer down on the table, marching over to the two of you and grabbing you out of his arms. Placing himself between you and the handsy sheriff,  “Get your hands off my fucking girlfriend” he spits, furious that Lee thinks he can touch you like that.

He suddenly feels a sharp pain on the back of his head and turns to you, rubbing your hand from the slap you just gave him. He looks at you incredulous that you would actually strike him, “I’m not your girlfriend, you made that abundantly clear last week when you were the one who didn’t want me. It was your decision Charles, not mine.” You move around him and grab Lee’s hand, taking him to the other side of the garden where the ice bucket filled with cold beers and the buffet table now stood abandoned. The commotion had scared the remaining party goers away, just the three of you remained and the tension was palpable.

“Sweetheart, I don’t want to come between whatever is going on with you and Blackwood” Lee says, watching as the upset look on your face gives way to a  mischievous one instead. He grins as you look for Charles, nodding at him in challenge before pulling Lee in for a kiss. You hold his head pulling back for just a moment, giving him the chance to stop you. He smirks and leans down, kissing you deeply while snaking his arm around your waist to keep you close. He walks you backwards towards the nearby bench but you both stop and look when your back hits something solid.

Charles stands seething, unwrapping Lee’s arm from around your waist, spinning you around, and pulling you into his chest “What the fuck are doing with my girl, Bodecker?”. You go to protest but he crashes his lips down against your own, pushing his tongue into your mouth, and holding you close as you melt into him.

He sits down on the bench and pats his thighs “Come take a seat baby”. You look at him conflicted, turning back to Lee who has a look on his face that you can’t quite make out. He nods towards Charles and pushes you towards him, crowding you until you sit down. Taking the seat next to you both he watches as Charles places soft kisses over your neck, running his hands up your legs.

“Think you can have another man little dove? You’re mine, aren’t you?”. You try to fight it, biting down harshly on your bottom lip and balling your hands into fists next to him, “You look so pretty here, don’t you want to show the Sheriff what a good girl you are for me?”.

You scrunch your eyes shut and nod your head, he always knows exactly how to wreck you without having to do much and today was no exception. You opened your legs wide enough to go around his thighs, exposing your soaked panties to the Sheriff who couldn’t take his eyes away from the space between your legs. He took a deep breath in when you moaned as Charles began to lightly rub his fingers over the scrap of cotton covering your mound.

Thinking he should leave the two of you to have some privacy, he stands and gasps when you grab his hand “Please stay Lee,” you say in a pleading tone, looking up at him through your eyelashes. You could have asked him to do just about anything in that moment and he would have said yes without hesitation.

Charles continued to tease you, waiting for you to beg him for more the way he liked. His other hand moved up your writhing body, grazing over your nipples one at a time before he wrapped his long fingers around your throat. Smiling at Lee, you hold his gaze as Charles pulls your underwear to one side, running his fingers through the juices already leaking out of you “Fuck my little dove, is this all for me?” he asks teasingly. You smirk at Lee and slowly shake your head at the question. His hand tightens around your throat in warning and you moan, gripping his wrist, and encouraging him to keep touching you.

“Take a good look at her Sheriff, she’s all mine. You’ll never be able to have her,” he says, pulling your breasts out and watching the man in front of you look you up and down; his eyes darkening as he watches the two fingers dip in and out of you, opening you up. You grind your hips with him as he works you over, your moans getting louder as he rubs over the spongy spot inside of you. Lee pushes two fingers into your mouth to quiet you down and you look up at him with a devilish smirk before sucking on them, running your tongue over the digits as he watches, his jaw slack and pupils blown.

“Oh no no no, that's not ok. Keep your hands to yourself,” Lee pulls them away and you pout, looking over your shoulder at Charles, pleading with him to do something. He looks at you and waits, he likes it when you beg, you both know this. Today though, you have another man who wants to entertain you, you don’t need Charles.

Moving out from his grip, you get on your knees and face Lee, smiling. You lean in to kiss him but squeal when Charles spanks you hard, before gripping your hips and holding you in place. “You’re mine, little dove. No one else gets to touch you”. He pulls out his cock and pushes deep inside you, gripping you by the hair and forcing you to look up at the Sheriff as he pounds into you.

You moan and whine as he thrusts, everytime you try to kiss Lee you get pulled back, pleading with him as he fucks you; you aren’t sure what you’re even pleading for but you need it and you need it now. Matching his thrusts, you push back, moaning over and over, “Fill me up, you want to see me all round and swollen, don’t you Charles?” The groan you hear from both men makes you clench.

Lee lifts your chin up to look at him, “Is that what you want? Want a baby fucked into you?” you nod desperately and stare into his eyes as your orgasm rushes over you, gripping the thighs of the man sitting and watching.

You feel Charles coating your walls as he cums hard inside you and you smirk to yourself, “Does this mean you’re finally going to tell everyone I’m yours now?” you ask him as he leans over you and kisses your neck softly humming and nodding.

“I’m going to go,” Lee says, adjusting himself and standing up, you grab his hand and pout as he tries to walk away. Pulling him back to sit down, you turn to Charles and smile as he nods, knowing what you want.

A man.

A rather attractive man.

No one else.

No children.

No wife or girlfriend; no sister or mother.

How curious.

Raising your eyebrows as he carried another box inside the house, you turned your back to the sink, thoughts racing on how to be the best neighbor possible, deciding upon the best way to welcome him to the neighborhood.

The coffee was sat down on the counter, hair pulled into a ponytail as you gathered the ingredients needed to make your neighborhood famous chocolate chip cookies. After mixing the batter, spooning the dough, cooking and cooling the cookies, you placed them on a nice plate and wrapped them with plastic wrap.

You smiled to yourself as you looked at the plate of cookies. They looked so tasty, so cute, and so delectable, but then you remembered that while the cookies appeared to be appetizing, you did not—not that your acts of kindness were in hopes of a little sugar, but you were recently divorced and growing bored.

Running up the stairs, you rounded the corner into your bedroom, feet carrying you straight into your walk in closet. Your fingers skimmed over the choices of clothing— the dresses, the leggings, that one jumpsuit that was to die for— but you ultimately decided upon something rather simple: a sundress.

Your pale yellow sundress, with light colored flowers scattered along the pattern, hugged your body perfectly. The sleeves were off the shoulder and the neckline offered a fabulous view, especially when you bent over.

You smoothed your hair down as you carried the plate across the road, licking your teeth clean as you walked to the door. You raised your hand to knock on the door, but was surprised when the door opened in the seconds before you could reach it.

"Oh- Hi," the man spoke, slightly startled at your sudden appearance.

You gave him a tight lipped smile, a blush creeping up on your cheeks as you got a closer look at the handsome stranger, while your hands held firmly against the bottom of the plate. "Hi, I'm so sorry to scare you. I made you cookies," you replied, raising the plate up to gesture to your hard work.

The new neighbor grinned brightly at you, arm extending into the house as he welcomed you in. "The boxes can wait."

You giggled softly, walking into his big home that was crowded with boxes still to be unpacked. He closed the door behind you, hand finding the small of your back to guide you in the direction of the kitchen. "Sorry for the mess. I've not had a minute to really unpack things yet."

You hummed a soft response as you followed him into the kitchen. The cookies were set on the counter as your brain clouded in an attempt to remember the feeling of the slight embrace from earlier. You watched his hands closely, searching for a wedding band, as he reached into his cabinets and brought out the only two cups on the shelves. "Moving is a long process, it can be hard and tiring to get everything in order," you offered as you smiled softly to yourself— no ring.

He chuckled, turning his attention back to you as he offered you a glass of water while taking the plastic wrap off of the cookies. "Yeah, especially when you have to do it alone," he muttered, seemingly more to himself as he cocked his eyebrows down at the cookies before returning his gaze to you as you stood on the other side of the island. "How about you? Are you..." he questioned, eyes darting down to your left hand where you once wore a ring.

You looked down at the tan lines on your finger, raising it up to show him as you cleared the air, "No, not anymore. He has a thing for secretaries apparently... and his best friend's wife... and the lady at the gas station on 3rd."

His eyes nearly bulged out of his head as your list continued, cookie shoved in his mouth as he mulled over the proper response. You giggled as you watched the wheels turning in his head, mouth nervously chewing the cookie in his hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm just trying to understand how someone could do that to someone who can cook like you," he replied softly, unsure if a joke with a dash of a compliment was the best course of action so quickly, but when you laughed at his comment, he knew it was the right one.

He wiped his palms against one another, brushing the cookie crumbs away from his skin as he extended an arm across the island to you, "I'm Andy. Andy Barber."

You smirked at Andy as you placed your small, delicate hand against his bigger, calloused hand and shook it softly, "(Y/N). (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)."

He smiled at you as he repeated your name slowly, hand still slowly shaking yours, "(Y/N). Gorgeous name for a gorgeous woman."

You scoffed as you pulled away slowly, elbows leaning on the counter below you as your head landed in your hands, cleavage being pushed up by the granite below you. "You're a charmer aren't you, Andy? Are you flattering me to make you more cookies or do you have an ulterior motive?" You teased, a gleam in your eye let him know which of the two you preferred.

Andy narrowed his darkening eyes at you, tongue leaving his mouth to lick his lips as he mulled over whether or not his next question should be asked or not.

Fuck it

"Sweetheart, are you bending over my island like that because you want me to look at your tits or because you want me to fuck you from behind?"

You gulped, eyes widening slightly as you stared into his intense glare, body not moving from its stance. He smirked as he watched the friendly, cookie-making-neighbor demeanor leave your body and your eyes clouded over with dark lust.

Your ability to form words left your body, your focus on steadying your breathing while your imagination ran with the possibilities of what Andy Barber could do to your body. He brought a finger to your cheek, brushing hair out of your face as he brought his dangerously close to yours. His hot breath fanned your face as he continued to taunt, "Sweetheart, I believe I asked you a question."

You opened your mouth to answer his original question, but closed it again after still not being capable to make proper sense, a small breathy moan escaping your throat instead. Andy chuckled darkly, his hand grabbing your jaw to pull your face close to his, centimeters of thick air separating the two of you. "Bad girls get punished, Sweetheart. Are you sure you want to ignore Daddy?"

You took a slow, deep breath, fighting the urge to close the small gap between the two of you, the idea of being punished, in addition to the use of the new nickname, spurring you to be more defiant. You smirked at him before pushing your face into his touch, bringing his thumb between your teeth before sinking them into the flesh, tongue licking around the digit.

He watched you intently, a low groan leaving his body as he brought both hands to your face, pulling you up to close the gap between you both, lips mashing with yours. Your lips moved against his in unison, tongues tangling together in a battle of dominance that you knew you would be the one to give in to.

One of his hands roamed your body, down your arm and across your breasts while the other found its way into your hair. His nimble fingers tangled in the roots of your hair, pulling harshly, causing your lips to fall off of his. You whined as the sting on your scalp mixed with the pleasure of his teeth and tongue trailing along your jaw and down your neck.

Abruptly, Andy pulled away from you, pushing your head onto the granite counters as he moved his body behind you. His large hands lifted the hem of your sundress to expose your pantie clad ass to him, massaging the cheeks roughly.

"Daddy warned you, Sweetheart. Bad Girls get punished. Now, tell me, Sweetheart, do you think you deserve to be punished?" Andy asked as his rough digits squeezed your cheeks.

You tuned your head slightly to look back at him, whining as you replied, "Yes, Daddy. I was a bad girl." You leaned your hips back against him, shaking your ass to the side, waiting for any form of contact, as he chuckled lowly at the sudden obedience.

He brought a hand down on your ass harshly, providing you no chance to warm up or adjust to the punishment before his other smacked down directly after it. You hissed at the pain, face buried into the granite as he continued his assault on your reddening cheeks.

smack

smack

smack

smack

Your hisses turned into whimpers, which turned into moans as you felt his hands halted their abuse and began to rub along the red marks left behind. A low groan left Andy's throat as he lowered his lips to your ass, kissing and licking over the area to soothe the sticking, while his beard prickled the skin more— a double edged sword of pain and pleasure that brought a dampness to your cotton panties.

He fell to his knees behind you, hands soothing over your ass before trailing down your thighs, groping your skin as he settled between your legs, pushing them farther apart to widen your stance. You leaned your head off the countertop, desperate to get a look at Andy beneath you until your eyes were closing in pleasure when he brought his fingertips to your core. His digits trailed up your clothed slit, taking a deep inhale before speaking lowly, "Sweetheart, you're dripping wet. Is all of that for Daddy?"

Your knees weakened as they wobbled at the inquiry, a soft moan leaving your lips as you whispered, "Yes, daddy."

He hummed a response, fingers looping around your panties as he pulls them to the side, exposing your slick covered cunt to him. "Such a good girl for Daddy. Bet your pathetic ex husband never even bothered to please you."

You gasped lightly at the words, forehead leaning against the counter as he stuck his tongue out to your cunt. His tongue licked up your core, from your entrance to your clit, flicking your clit before wrapping his lips around the bud. Moans left your mouth as you gripped the edge of the counter to hold yourself up, knees growing weaker at the sensations.

Andy's lips secured themselves around your bundle of nerves, teeth occasionally dragging along the sensitive spot as he sucked harshly, cheeks hallowed. Your moans were breathless, as your mouth fell open; your brain quickly clouded up as every intelligent thought left your senses. Suddenly, all you could think about was Andy: 

his lips on your clit, 

his hands squeezing your ass after smacking red splotches along your skin, 

the way his cock was surely engorged and painfully pressing against his sweatpants, 

and the way he was about to make you cum all over his face.

"Cover daddy's face, Sweetheart," he muttered against your core, tongue slipping between your wet folds. Your hips bucked against him softly, desperate for more as he continued lapping at your velvet walls.

He slapped across your ass as his tongue slipped back in you, bringing your orgasm the forefront. You dropped your jaw, a loud groan escaping as your knees went weak and you released your euphoria across his tongue. He groaned as he licked every drop up, making sure to clean up any mess you had made before standing to his feet with a devilish grin plastered on his face, beard covered in your slick.

You watched him breathlessly, face stuck to the granite as you looked behind you. "Poor guy doesn't know what he abandoned, does he?" He asked as he brought his sweat pants down, stroking his hard cock as you watched with widened eyes. "Don't worry, Sweetheart, Daddy'll be gentle," he muttered as he brought your panties to your ankles, leaving wet kisses along your skin as he stood back up.

"Maybe," he added quickly before shoving his cock deep within your walls, taking the breath right out of your lungs as you groaned loudly, hand reaching back to touch his tummy, to push him back lightly as you adjusted. He tsked as he grabbed your hands together, holding them against your lower back as he continued thrusting quickly and deeply into your cunt.

"Fuck, daddy," you groaned, eyes watching his face contort as he watched your pussy take every inch of his cock with every thrust.

He groaned deeply, "Fuck, baby girl. 's like you're made for me."

You whined against the countertop, the feeling of your pussy clench around his cock as it brushed against your walls perfectly, bringing you to your second orgasm. He felt the squeeze around him, bringing a hand to slap your ass harshly as his other one dug harshly into your hip. "You better not cum without me."

You tried gathering your breath enough to speak, focusing on the words needed to beg for a release, but was abandoned in your time of need when you felt Andy pull out of your cunt. You whined at the loss of contact, looking back at him as he stroked his cock behind you, a diabolical smile plastered on his lips as he groaned your name, jaw going slack while he spurted hot, white ropes across your backside.

He groaned whilst his eyes focused on yours, mouth watering for another taste of you as he watched you slowly sway your hips around, probably probing for a moment of friction. Andy reached around to this oven, pulling the small towel off of the bar before wiping your back clean. He chuckled as he turned you around and brought his lips to yours once again, moaning against your lips as you reciprocated a moan and pouted against his touch.

Pulling away from you, he pushed your hair behind your ears, moving the soft strands off of your shoulders before lifting you by your hips on to the island. He pulled a stool out, sitting in front of your core as he lifted your dress enough to slide his head underneath it, hands pushing your thighs apart as he lowered his face into your cunt.

"Gotta get another taste of this sweet pussy, okay baby girl?"

You whined as your fingers twisted around his short strands of hair, watching the protrusion under your dress move closer as you felt his tongue dart out and lap at your core, groaning when he felt how wet you still were. Your back arched as he pulled your hips as close to his face as he could get them, beard hairs prickling along your inner thighs as he nestled himself in the place he had grown to love the most— in between your thighs.

His lips found your swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves again, teeth lightly gliding over it and making your body jerk at the sensation. He growled as your body moved away from his at the impact, pulling you harshly back against his tongue as he purposely pushed his beard into your inner thighs in retaliation.

"Gotta cum, daddy," you groaned in a hot breath, chest heaving at the pressure building below your belly. "Can I cum, please, Daddy?"

Your begging brought a deep chuckle out of him, his laughter vibrating against your sensitive core and spurring you on to release your orgasm whether he agreed or not. His head popped out of under your sundress, watching your face contort and lips form an 'o' as his digits ravaged your cunt.

The fingers of one hand plunging in your core as the thumb of his other hand rubbed softly against your bundle of nerves at the peak, making you whine and whimper. Your hands grabbed onto his wrists, trying to pull him away from your overly sensitive core, to give you a moment to breathe and let you come down from your second high, but he was stronger than you. His fingers maintained his assault on your pussy, eyes starring deeply into your face as you writhed under his touch.

A long whine of, "daddy," left your lips as you felt a sudden third orgasm wash over your body and make your limbs quake.

"Oh, my fucking god, sweet girl. Give it to, Daddy," he groaned, lips lapping at your pussy to gather everything you had to offer. He hummed as you came down from your high, legs shaking involuntarily as your vision slowly began to return to normal as you watched him stand up and pull your dress back down.

You were breathless and speechless, never had your ex worried about making you cum once, let alone writhing underneath his touch as he made you cum three— and a half— times on his tongue. You giggled at the thought, watching as Andy smiled down at you and pulled your panties off around your shoes.