#ransom fluff

He sighed as he rolled over in his high thread count sheets, the sunlight now hitting his face causing him to squint. He looked at you through one open eye as he made a light scowl.

“Sweetheart, come back to bed. It’s too early. I promise I’ll make it worth it.” A sly smirk crept onto his face as he reached out and pulled your hips closer to the bed.

You put a hand on his forehead, trying your best and failing to push him away. “Ransom, no. The only reason I stayed over was to make sure we got there on time. My parents think you’re picking me up right now and neither of us are even showered. If you get up now, maybe I’ll let you join me. Then we can get going.”

His arms snaked from your hips and around to give your ass a squeeze. “Hm….deal.” He rasped out in his groggy voice before shifting to get up.

“Whose idea was it to join your family at the 8am service of church this week, anyway?” Ransom threw the covers off the side of the bed in a mini tantrum before rising on his knees on the mattress to be face-to-face with you. You ran your fingers through his hair, slightly smoothing out the bed head before giving him a peck.

“Yours, baby. That’s what you get for trying to impress my mom.”

You fixed your makeup in the mirror of Ransom’s Beamer and smoothed down your baby blue linen dress after Ransom parked in the church parking lot. You turned to look at him as you straightened the collar of his shirt that peeked over his sweater.

“You look absolutely dapper. The church ladies are gonna love you. Probably enough for them to keep their judgy eyes off me. Now let’s just hope they don’t start asking my mom about a wedding date.” You grumbled the last part as you brushed imaginary dust off his shoulders before leaning back towards your own seat again and placing your hand on the door handle.

Ransom didn’t move a muscle as he sat there, leaning over the center console, with a look as deep at the ocean. That was weird. You’d expected him to have his cocky game face on, which he did, but his eyes showed something different.

“What? Is something wrong? Do I not look okay? Are you regretting agreeing to come along today?”

He sighed and shook his head before holding out his hand for yours. “No, you look heavenly. I am regretting sleeping in because if I wouldn’t have, maybe you would’ve actually let me touch you in the shower. I thought a shower with you meant with you, but you tricked me, you minx.”

You softly smiled at the beginning of his statement, placing your hand in his. As he kept going, you rolled your eyes before playfully shoving his shoulder. “Oh please. You and I both know you wouldn’t have gotten up for anything else. And if I would’ve let you touch me, we’d still be at your place.”

He shrugged before pulling you closer for a final kiss before heading in. It was the kind that left you breathless and speechless, and a little dizzy when he pulled away, but that could have been due to skipping breakfast, too. Your eyes were still closed when he spoke against your lips. “Don’t think you’re getting away with this that easily, though. Now stay here while I get your door. Gotta make sure the church ladies see me treating you well.”

Your jaw dropped as he gave you a smirk, fire rising in his gaze as he slipped out of the driver’s side and over to yours.

Ransom held your hand as he walked into the church, sliding into a pew near the back where your family had saved the two of you a seat. It was just in time for the service to begin. You were simultaneously filled with relief for not being late, but also anxiousness. You knew that when he held that look in his eye, Ransom was up to no good.

If someone had asked you what you’d gathered from the sermon so far, your answer would be ‘jack shit.’ You were too focused on Ransom, and the way his hand was creeping up your leg as he stared straight ahead. He looked enthralled by whatever the preacher was dragging on and on about, but you knew better from the way his lips curled just slightly at the corners and his ringed pinky finger was sliding under the hem of your dress. The cool metal gave you chills. Your breath hitched, just as you were salivating, imagining what Ransom could possibly have in store for you. Unfortunately, that didn’t make for a good combination, as you choked on your own saliva.

You tried your hardest to hold in your coughs, eyes watering, until you couldn’t take it anymore. They burst out of you and the sound of your coughs, one after another, echoed through the nearly silent room as you scrambled to get up and into the hallway. Ransom shot your parents a sympathetic look before wordlessly gesturing that he was going to check up on you. They nodded in response, glad you had found someone so caring and responsible.

You burst through the doors at the back of the room with Ransom hot on your heels. You fast walked into the family restroom and Ransom slipped in behind you. He locked the door and made his way to your hunched over form, your arms bracing you against the sink as you continued coughing and heaving, trying to catch your breath. Ransom rubbed your back in soothing circles until you took a final gasp for air and looked up at his reflection in the mirror with a scowl.

“You did this. This is your fault, Mr. Handsy.” It came out with the slightest rasp. Ransom’s face morphed from slight concern into suggestion. Now that he had made sure you were okay, he was more than happy to have you exactly where he wanted you all along: alone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not the one out there snorting my spit. I could probably successfully swallow, unlike you.” He knew exactly what he was doing. He was trying to rile you up so you’d give in to him now since you didn’t earlier this morning. You’d never outwardly crumble that easily, though. Where was the fun in that?

“First off, you should be the one to know I’m great at swallowing. And secondly, if you believe you did nothing wrong, I think we should find you a neurologist for those wandering hands. Maybe the rings are causing nerve damage and cutting off the feeling in your fingertips.” Ransom couldn’t help but let out a small chortle at that. Good one, babe. But he knew what could push you a little farther. He knew how much you really did love the way his hands wandered, even if you’d say otherwise. He could tell right now even, as he shifted to stand behind you, soft fingertips tracing up the front of your thighs and under your flowy dress. His hand was in between your thighs, creeping dangerously close to your cotton panties. He used his grip to pull you back against him, eyes never leaving yours in the mirror.

“Oh honey, I don’t have to be able to feel my fingers to know how good they make you feel.” He ran his fingers over the dampening fabric as your breath hitched. Finally.

His grin grew wide as he slipped his pinky finger under the gusset of your panties and pulled it to the side, exposing your glistening folds to the cool air.

You hissed at the sensation as Ransom began running a finger through your wetness. If you were anywhere else but a church bathroom, he would have worked to pull even louder sounds from you than the tiny breaths and moans you were already making, but that’s not something that could be afforded right now. As his one hand continued to tease your entrance, the other moved to cover your mouth.

“Quiet, Sweetheart. You make a noise and I stop. Don’t want anyone to find out what’s going on in here.” You nodded in acknowledgment and Ransom was satisfied with that response, kissing your temple that was collecting a thin shimmer from sweat already. Just as he was about to dip a finger in, though, the two of you heard music start. That meant service was almost over. They would play a few songs, and then everyone would rush out the doors, making it impossible for the two of you to leave the bathroom undetected and unsuspected of what was going on right now.

Ransom didn’t waste a second, though, pulling his hands off you to unzip his slacks and pull them down just low enough. His eyes locked in on yours in the mirror again, deep blue irises thin around lust and mischief-blown pupils.

“Sorry, sweetie. Don’t have time to prepare you. But you can handle that, right?” You didn’t have a chance to reply this time, as his hand found it’s place over your mouth again at the same time he fully sheathed himself within you.

The little squeak you made into Ransom’s hand when you were trying to hold back was music to his ears. Oooo, he liked that. He was gonna make sure to do whatever he could in the future so you’d make it again, but he didn’t have the time for it right now.

His hand that wasn’t over your mouth snaked to your tummy from where it was gripping your hip. Ransom could just barely feel the bulge pushing against your softness with each thrust and it drove him wild, as he sped up his thrusts and babbled into your ear.

“Yeah you can. You can take it. Look at you. Taking this so well. Being so good for me. I’d say you were an angel if we weren’t fucking like two whores in church right now.”

His vulgar words always did something to you, causing your eyes to roll back and your pussy to clench. That was Ransom’s favorite, especially when he found it out that his sharp tongue was something you actually enjoyed and rewarded him for, instead of punished. Despite his hand on your mouth, you were still working hard to keep yourself quiet, only letting out a low moan in response.

“Fuck, so good. So, gah-tight. You’re so perfect. I’m gonna take my hand off, okay? You gotta keep it down and I promise I’ll make you feel good.” You gripped harder against the sink as Ransom removed his hand, using it to hike your leg up on the edge of the counter, his hand that was previously on your stomach moving to rub your clit.

You gasped for air, before moving your own hand to your mouth. If you were at home, moans and curses would’ve been profusely spilling out of your mouth with how near your were to the tipping point. Ransom’s grunts in your ear we’re pulling you even closer to the edge when he licked your neck, the sweet taste of your perfume mixed with salty sweat hitting his tongue, and the debauchery of the gesture tossing you over the edge of your orgasm. Your knee gave out as you came, Ransom’s strong arms holding you up against the sink as you felt him swell and release in you at the same time, still rubbing your clit and shallowly thrusting for both of you to come down from your highs.

“That’s it. That’s it, sweetheart.” His breath was hot against your neck, but you were both pulled out of the post-orgasmic bliss by the sound of the music changing. The last song of service was playing and within a few minutes, everyone would be emerging into the hall.

Ransom pulled out of you faster than he had before, both of you moaning with oversensitivity and the abruptness of the action. You gained composure on your jelly legs before pulling your panties back into place and doing your best to fix your makeup in the mirror. Luckily, the smudges could be attributed to your coughing fit earlier, but Ransom’s rogue hairs that had flown forward and stuck to his forehead couldn’t. You quickly pushed them back into a decent position and straightened his collar before rushing into the hallway and taking a seat at an old pew that was next to a table with water bottles and cookies on it, set out for the social hour that always happened after service. Ransom grabbed a bottle and quickly chugged it down halfway, handing it to you just as the last song was ending.

“Here, hunch forward like you’re still recovering. And take this.” He was too good at convincing people of the scenes they had walked into. But how could you complain when it had gotten you out of trouble with the cops more times than you could count? Including after the two of you had been parked somewhere a little too long having car sex, or when he had driven just a little too recklessly while fingering you in the passenger seat. He always knew exactly how to manipulate the scene in his favor, convincing others to not believe their own eyes, but the stories he presented them instead. But he didn’t do it to you, never to you. He learned that the hard way, it’s better to be honest and do it with you. You were his teammate, who better to use his skills for than the one he loved? Bring it up though, and he’d deny it.

So you and Ransom sat there, your elbows on your knees and him rubbing circles on your back with his large, warm palm. Sure, it was performative, but it was also extremely comforting and reassuring, especially with the way he just rocked your world in the bathroom.

The church-goers began to file out of the double doors and into the hall. You looked up through your eyelashes to be greeted by your parents. They looked at you with confusion and a hint of concern when your dad crouched in front of you and your mom sat next to Ransom.

“Everything alright?” Your dad looked up into your eyes and you managed a nod, taking a sip from the water bottle and clearing your throat.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Got into a coughing fit and couldn’t shake it. Much better now.”

Ransom heard the clarity with which you spoke. If he really wanted to be convincing, he should’ve had you suck him off. There wasn’t really the time for that, though. As much as he loved watching your lips wrapped around him, he came way faster inside you, and how could he allow for the evidence of scuffs on your knees when you were wearing such a pretty dress? Maybe next time, when you were in jeans.

Ransom was pulled out of his thoughts when your mom and dad spoke, thanking him for checking up on you.

“Oh no problem, don’t worry, I took good care of your girl. I always will.”

They smiled, and must’ve believed the scene in front of them, as the topic swiftly changed to what they wanted for brunch plans. Ransom met your gaze, giving a quick wink for only you to see before kissing the top of your head and giving his input to the conversation.

That was the last you saw of him for half an hour, though, as the church ladies descended, squeezing themselves between the two of you, oohing and ahhhing over your sly boyfriend. Every now and then, as they’d ask him a tidal wave of questions, his eyes would seek you, full of fire, secrecy, and love, paired with that signature smirk on his face.

 The only evidence of his earlier affections that you can recognize is how he says “maid” with a little more husk than necessary. His silky voice teases goosebumps up your arms, but he never goes further. He wants you to chase him. But you’re not one to fold so easily. 

So you follow his apathetic attitude, not needing more drama in your life regarding the man-child you already have to care for. Ransom is a man of limited patience and interest, so his moving on is an inherent assumption. As long as you keep yourself at arm's length, you can return to your life of cleaning and cooking.

Though he is tempting, you are content with your distant position in his life–any more would simply exhaust you. So you assume that he will eventually forget about your moment of weakness and go back to his usual brand of willing women.

But you should’ve known better because, as you’ve learned from your employment under the Drysdales, Ransom is a man full of surprises. 

–

Apparently, the way into a man’s heart–or at least Ransom’s is to completely ignore him.

You hear Ransom clear his throat from the couch, insisting your attention away from the dishes you are working on. You continue with the dishes anyway, pressing the sponge into a particularly stubborn pan as the sound of running water blurs over his annoyed grunt.

Ransom has been unusually distant today, always in another room doing god knows what, to actively avoid you until dinner. The TV plays idly in the background as he peeks up over the geometric couch with a hesitant expression. You’ve never seen that before. 

"Can you-um, play with my hair?" Your movements pause, thinking you heard him wrong. "Please?" he adds, nervously shuffling himself on the cushion, slightly regretting he even asked. You should make him wait a little longer, stew in his self-doubt, but you can’t help how your body reacts to his sheepish behavior. 

Ransom looks incredibly adorable today, opting to leave his hair alone after his shower: product-free and fluffy. He wears one of his older sweaters, shrowding his broad frame in stretched-out cotton, unbothered by the tattered mess of frayed edges and tugged threads that rub against his skin. 

He almost looks small as he waits for your response, letting the sleeves blanket over his hands as he fiddles with his fingers. You drop the sponge in the sink and dry your hands before walking over to him, wordlessly gesturing for him to move over to make space for you. 

“Lay your head on my lap." You sound bored, acting like this is just another chore to fulfill, but on the inside, you’re thrumming in bliss.  He obediently follows your directions, cheek pressing against the top of your thighs to let you run your fingers through his hair. He closes his eyes as you gently scratch against his scalp, little sighs puffing out every so often.

His hair is just as soft as it looks, little waves fighting to curl up against years of pomade-use. You keep your gaze straight toward the TV, enjoying this spell of serenity, afraid he’d get up if you locked eyes. 

He looks up at you, silently wishing you’d stare right back. 

—

The original plan went out the door as soon as you had a taste of sweet-Ransom. 

He fell asleep on you that night, completely at ease in your embrace as you brushed through his hair, petting him like you would a cat. You watched as he curled up next to you, too entranced in his beauty to move from under him.

Your stomach burns with desire and affection when you reminisce how soft he can be, content to just nuzzle against your hand the whole night. It’s what finally breaks you. 

So you start experimenting with how far you can take this newfound power, dropping little hints as you go on with your day:

Ransom is almost done eating his usual omelet when you proposition him.

"I'll give you a kiss if you put your dishes in the dishwasher..." 

Ransom, who was once avidly watching a youtube video on his iPad, immediately perks up at your words. Expectantly, he shows a bit of resistance to the new dynamic, hmphing at the thought of cleaning up after himself. 

"Yeah, no, I'm not doing that–And what makes you think I couldn't just take a kiss if I wanted to?" 

You slowly walk up to the dining table, placing his second mug of coffee on the corner of the gray-blue placemat. "...So you don't want a kiss?" His eyebrows furrow with sincere dismay, offended by your question. 

"I never said that." 

"So you do?" You sweetly place his utensils on his plate, preparing him for his first chore in god knows how long. 

"Yes." 

"Then… you know what to do." You head toward the stairs before he can argue with you, thinking of the laundry that could occupy your attention as you wait for him to either give in or give up. “Call me when you get it done.” 

Despite living alone, Ransom’s laundry room is just as full as his closet. You stare at the piles of clothes that need to be ironed, folded, and organized, bewildered by how many outfits he can wear in one day. 

You’re barely able to pick up a sweater before he calls you from downstairs. That was fast.

"I'm done! You can come back and give me my kiss now!" You sigh, looking down at the color-coded piles of clothes. It’ll just have to wait.

You pad down the 'floating' staircase and spot him sitting patiently at the dining table where you left him. iPad off with no plate in sight. 

"Good job, Ransom." You praise, speaking to him like a preschool teacher would a child. You mentally shake your head at his arrogant smirk. He’s so proud of himself for doing the absolute minimum, just because you asked.

 "Kiss. Now." You give him a small smile, shuffling over to his eagerly seated figure. He smoothly nuzzles against your hand as you hold his face, eyes closed in anticipation as you lean in for a kiss. You mischievously bite your lip before placing a quick peck on his cheek, immediately turning to walk back to the stairs. 

You wince when you hear the dining chair scrape against the wooden floor as he stands up with indignation. That’ll surely leave a mark. "Hey! That wasn’t what I asked for!" His deep voice whines up the stairs behind you.

You're stopped halfway up the stairs as you turn to speak to him, a pleased smirk gracing your lips. "That was a kiss, Ransom. Maybe be more specific next time?"

"B-but you're the one who offered it!" You shrugged innocently, enjoying how frustrated you could make him.

"Then maybe you should make me clarify next time?"

—

It doesn’t take long for him to use this new give-and-take game to his advantage. 

“I’ll do my laundry if you give me a real kiss on the lips.” Your lips part, dammit, he is learning. “For five minutes.” He hastily adds, knowing what a smart-ass you can be.

You act like you’re reluctantly giving in, answering with a slow nod, agreeing to his terms. 

Your plan is going perfectly, he’s making your job easier AND you get a kiss from sweet, desperate, Ransom. What could go wrong?

“I’ll do the dishes all week if you let me eat you out.” His voice echoes through the bathroom, startling you from cleaning. You drop the disinfectant spray sending a loud bang through the shower, surprised by his sudden presence. Has he been there the whole time? 

“Until you cum.” He specifies as if you’d stop him once he’s over you. You let out a small cough before turning to look at him, gloved hands still frozen in the air. Ransom has his hands stuffed in his pockets as he waits for your answer.

“Ransom…”

“Please,” He walks further into the bathroom until he’s towering over your crouched position. “I’ll only do whatever you want me to do. Promise.” 

—

You melt for him as easily as he does for you, his newfound softness luring you in. You don’t know how he convinced you into his bed, or if he even convinced you at all. 

His pleading eyes eagerly stare up at you bouncing on his lap as your nails rake down his bare chest, decorating his skin with sweet red trails. Ransom seethes through his teeth, “Yesss.” His cock twitches inside of you as he winces at the pain, helplessly laying under you as he takes everything you give him. 

He gently holds on to your waist as you begin teasingly grinding on him with short abrupt movements, earning a sharp groan from his throat. His stomach rubs beautifully against your clit, making you speed up your movements.

His hips weakly cant up to meet yours, the sound of his skin harshly slapping against your ass travels throughout the house, music to your ears. Soon, too soon, his thrusts start to slow down, juddering as he struggles to sync with your movements. He chokes, holding himself inside of you.

"Fuck, I'm gonna-" You quickly push yourself off of him, leaving him to whine as he teeters at the edge of his orgasm. His sweat-shined body shakes when his cock barely brushes against your sopping lips, muscles clenching, feeling overly sensitive.  "Noo, please" he begs, attempting to chase the warmth of your cunt to no avail. 

"You only cum when I say you can, you got that." His chest is rising rapidly, pouting against your cruel denial. You reach down and wrap your fingers around his sensitive cock, squeezing gently to make a point, "I said, you got that?" 

"Y-yes, got it."

—

You were impressed how he's keeping up with you, even after cumming two times tonight. You edged him through both rounds, stretching each orgasm to the limit before finishing him with your hand, letting him spill onto your skin.

You’d soak him in your cunt right until he’s ready to burst. “Uh-uh, creampies are only for good boys.” He nods numbly, exhausted from trying to hold his cum back.

At the beginning of the night, you were making him beg so prettily for his orgasm, but now, he's desperately begging you to stop. Overstimulated to the brim, it’s almost painful how quickly he gets to the edge.

"Please--fuck!" You purposely clench yourself around him, driving him crazy, hands flail to grip at your body, trying to keep you still above him. 

You glare down at his flushed face, "Don't fucking touch me." His hands instantly drop before clenching into fists as he tries to stave himself from cumming. His cock practically vibrates from your harsh words, already oversensitized from the number of times you've gotten him off. 

"I-I can't--" He throbs inside of you, heightening the way he prods against the deepest part of you. You smile cruelly, looking down at him, letting out a breathless chuckle. He stares up at you with pleading eyes, deliriously following your movements.  

"Aw baby," You let go of his right hand to cover his mouth, muffling his groans as you speed up. “You don’t have a choice.” He breathes harshly through his nose, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you fuck him dry, reveling in the way his body trembles under you as he fills you to the brim with his cum.  

—

Ransom’s arms tenderly wrap around your waist as he cloaks you in his warmth. His heart beats steadily against your back as his nose presses into your neck.

Despite his submissive nature, Ransom likes to be the big spoon. Sure, it’s partially due to his urge to protect you, but the main reason is to ensure you don’t leave him as he sleeps--because no matter how cocky and arrogant he acts, Ransom is scared to lose you.

His soft breaths brush against the back of your hair as he sleeps, periodically pulling you in closer to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck, basking in your scent. 

Ransom feels safe around you. Like he can finally drop the mask he’s been wearing all these years and accept who he is. And he wants to be vulnerable with you. He actually craves it. You’re the first person to see this side of him–or at least the first he has wanted to keep—and he’s never felt so free. 

"Yeah, you fucking were. So why don't you just go ahead and le-"

Ransom's sentence was cut short when he lifted his head up, just in time to see you pull up your shirt, revealing your bare breasts.

His eyes grew wide and his mouth fell open, but you could tell he was still trying very hard not to give in that easily.

"Holy fuck."

You grinned at him and raised your eyebrow expectantly.

"That's not fair." He stated, "If I were to whip out my dick in the middle of an argument you'd just get madder."

"And are you getting madder?" you smiled

"You know damn well I'm not."

"Good."

"I'm really trying to be mad at you here," Ransom grumbled

"So be mad then." you grinned, giving your nipples a tug, making them bounce slightly.

"Fucking shit woman..." he ran his hands down his face trying to compose himself.

"So are you still angry now?" you questioned.

"Christ, no. No, I'm not."

"Great." A triumphing grin grew wide on your face.

"How long are you gonna stand there with your tits out?"

"As long as it takes apparently."

"Get your ass over here."

You giggled and dropped your shirt down before skipping over to him and taking a seat on his lap, straddling his thighs while your arms wrapped around his neck.

He stared at you and you could see there was a tiny smile pulling at his lips. You ran your fingers through his hair and kissed his jaw.

"M'really sorry ran...forgive me, please?"

"Hmm," he let out a sigh, "gonna need to convince me, kid."

"Yeah?" you grinned "M'key..."

You slowly rolled your hips as you nibbled on his ear. Your skirt fell off your hips and you could feel his growing, clothes bulge press against your panties. You could feel his dick twitch through his pants when you let out a small whiny moan in his ear. His hands immediately flew to your hips to guide your movements.

"Fuck baby, gonna grind on my cock? I don't even gotta be inside you to make you cum, huh? Gonna cum in your panties for me, baby?"

"Shit Ran..." you sped up your pace. His cock was now painfully erect and snug in his jeans, creating the perfect bulge for you to ride on.

"Holy fucking shit I can feel you through my pants, you slutty little thing huh. All wet and warm for me? Just for me isn't it baby?"

"Unnghh yeah Ran...just for you...feels so fucking good." You whined, grinding and humping on him like a dog in heat while you licked and sucked on his neck and ran your fingers through his already messy hair.

Ransom held you tighter. All his filthy words about making you cum in your panties got him pretty close himself. He really tried his best not to blow his load in his jeans, but with the way you were removing on top of him, and god, the sounds you were making...

"Ran, I'm gonna cum!"

"Shit baby, yeah, go ahead, make a mess of those panties for me, fuckkk..."

You trembled above him as you kept on humping him for dear life.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK RAN I'M CUMMING! FUCKING CUMMING SHIT OH!"

You screamed and Ransom was lost, his hot cum shooting in his boxers, immediately soaking through the material and leaving a wet stain on his already messy jeans.

"SHIT ARggHH!" He squeezed you tightly with a grunt and you both came down from your high together.

"Well," You said after a few seconds of silence and heavy breaths. "Good talk."

Ransom grinned and ruffled his hand through your hair before pulling you down and placing an unusually sweet kiss on your forehead.

"Let's go take a shower, you brat."

Taglist;

@metalbuckaroo

@princessayveke

@montsepliego

@scxrletrecsmarvel

@hopelesslyrogers

@eclecticpatrolroadlawyer

@tfandtws

@vicmc624

@ahahafudge

@enchantedbarnes

@wickedravyn

@pono-pura-vida

@amayaraestyles

@matchat3a

@fictional-hooman

and he literally has your name tattooed at the bottom of his abs to the left of his v-line in your handwriting

and your initial on the inside of his left wrist (which matches the 'R' on yours)

and you have his name tattooed under your titty. he did it himself

so you've been having a bad week at work, and ransom hates when you're not as happy as you deserve to be, but he gladly takes on the role of your comforting support unit

he takes you out for a date night to get your mind off of your stress and ire. one of those fancy rich-people bars with private booths and dim lighting

the two of you are making a dent in a bottle of expensive champagne, the price of it almost making you cry. but by now, you're used to watching ransom throw his money away

"baby, c'mere," he mutters, patting his leg.

you're already sitting with one of your thighs on his, but it isn't close enough for his liking. he takes hold of your waist and lifts you up onto his lap

"how you feeling, kitten?" he mumbles in your ear, one of his hands slipping up your dress to stroke your thigh while the other is holding the back of your head and gently playing with your hair

"better," you reply honestly, giving him a small kiss on his jaw. "jus' wanna be like this with you forever."

he's tempted to tell you that it's possible - that you could easily quit your job and he'd happily fund your life and spoil you rotten, but the first - and last - time he did suggest such a thing, it ended with the worst argument the two of you have ever had and you didn't speak to each other for a good two days

he doesn't wanna upset you even more and ruin the small progress he has made so far in cheering you up so he bites his tongue

"you have me forever," ransom promises you, giving you an earnest look with those baby blues

"good," you mumble with a small giggle, making his heart soar. your smile has been rare this last week, your laugh even rarer, and he just wants to watch you be joyful all night

of course, nothing is ever that simple

one of the waiters walk into your private booth, making you tense up at the sudden intrusion. though you and ransom weren't doing anything sexual, it still feels like a stranger has violated your privacy by walking in on such an intimate moment

ransom feels you stiffen and his hand leaves your head to clench into a fist. with a glare, he shoots his anger at the waiter. "the fuck do you want?"

the waiter's eyes widen as he stumbles backwards slightly. "i'm sorry, sir, but you have a phone call waiting for you."

ransom tightens his jaw. who the fuck would even know he's at this bar right now?

"do i look like i wanna talk on the fucking phone right now?" he asks the waiter while you clutch onto his shirt, basking in his natural warmth and the smell of his aftershave

"sir," the waiter begins, swallowing thickly. "it's your mother."

of course. that bitch likely called his house, and when he didn't answer, she must have checked his bank records to see where he had made reservations for tonight.

you grimace at the mention of her. linda is incredibly vocal about how much she disapproves of her son's relationship with you, and just the thought of her makes all her insults and dirty looks flash through your mind

ransom is enraged. he can sense that you're uncomfortable from the way you're burying your face in his chest, so he rubs your shoulder soothingly while serving the waiter with a deathly glare. "you tell linda to go eat shit."

the waiter nods once, before making his second mistake of the night

his eyes linger on your body, particularly your bare upper thighs, unable to peel his gaze away as his adam's apple bobs

ransom has hit his limit - which isn't very high in the first place

"you fucking kidding me right now?" ransom booms, wrapping his arm around your waist. "get your fucking eyes off my girl."

the waiter looks terrified that he got caught, and quickly averts his gaze. "i'm ever so sorry, sir, i wasn't-"

"i don't give a fuck about your 'sorry'," ransom spits while you toy with his buttons. "take another glance at her and i'll cut your fucking eyes out. got it?"

the waiter nods quickly. "i got it, mr. drysdale. it won't happen again."

ransom shoots him another menacing look, while his fingers tangle in your hair. "bring us a bottle of bulleit, and then i never wanna fucking see your face again for the rest of the night."

"yes, sir," the waiter obeys before leaving the booth

once he's gone, you let out a giggle, looking up at your man. "you were so mean to him, ran."

ransom rolls his eyes before tilting his head down and giving you a heavy kiss, almost as though he feels a strong need to remind you that you're his.

"i shouldn't have let him off so easy," he grumbles. "and the next guy that tries looking at you as if you're his to look at, won't get away unscathed."

"in that case," you begin, stroking your fingers through his hair. "i probably shouldn't tell you about the new guy at work."

his face drops and his eyes darken, his grip on your waist instinctively tightening. "give me his address."

a wide smile grows on your lips and you give him a sweet peck. "let's enjoy tonight first. thank you for taking me out, baby."

“Nothing bad happened.” Zach held his hands up in surrender when Jake shot him a venomous glare, turning his attention to the dancer that was walking up to the bar. “You off, Gem?”

“Yeah, gimme a shot of Patron.” The dancer took the shot Zach handed him and tossed it back. “Williams is getting kinda handsy, might wanna keep an eye out.”

Jake stood up to start scolding Zach about something else when he finally got a look at who the bartender was talking to and choked on his tongue. Oh god, he was pretty, those long eyelashes that fell across his cheeks beautifully every time he blinked and high cheekbones and pretty much the definition of dick sucking lips (Jake chided himself in his head for that particular thought). Plus he was wearing this fishnet body stocking and tiny glittery thong that just highlighted how goddamn built he was. Then the man knocked on the bar top and walked away and Jake hated himself but he could not stop himself from watching the way his ass swayed back and forth temptingly.

“Who’s that?” Jake’s attempt at innocent curiosity failed horribly when his voice cracked, wincing to himself before bending back to work while Zach gave him an indulgent grin.

“That’s Gemini, started here while you were still at training.” Zach shook his head when Jake did his best to appear uninterested. “Kid’s a natural but also kind of an ass.”“

“Right, sure.” Jake tried to act like he was just focusing on beefing up the club’s security, but all he could think about was coming back later in the week to watch that pretty thing dance.

He left thirty minutes later after giving Zach a final lecture about internet safety, jumping when “Gemini” was right next to the back door smoking with his collar pulled up against the cold and looking all kinds of pissed.

“Uh, are you ok?” Jake didn’t know why he didn’t just keep walking, this man did not look like he wanted to talk to anyone.

“Fine, just missed my bus.” The dancer huffed as he dropped the butt of the cigarette and stamped it out, not making eye contact with Jake as he sniffled a little bit. “Another will be by at some point, get the fuck out of here.”

“Ooookay.” He didn’t know what he expected, this guy was probably sick of strange dudes chatting him up. But then it started raining a little and Jake couldn’t just leave. “Service is pretty spotty after midnight, though. I could give you a ride.”

“I don’t think so.” Gemini snorted at him and pulled out another smoke. “Williams over there made the same offer if I sucked his dick, I don’t trade favors.” He finally looked at Jake and cocked his head to the side, smiling a little around the cigarette at how uncomfortable the other man looked. “Course, he’s a disgusting married lard ass and you’re kinda cute.”

“Wasn’t looking for a favor, god. Wait…” Jake peered around the parking lot and spotted the aforementioned lard ass sitting in his car and glaring at the two of them while the motor ran. “You told him to fuck off and he’s still hanging around and watching you?”

“Chrissake, I’ll be fine.” The dancer rolled his eyes at Jake as he scowled at the car. “I can take care of myself.”

“Didn’t say you couldn’t.” Jake chewed on his lip before pulling his gaze away from the creep who didn’t want to leave, shrugging uncomfortably and taking a deep breath before leaning next to him against the wall. “Think I’m gonna hang out here for a bit. Always been a fan of freezing, wet weather.”

“You’re fucking kidding me. What kind of white knight bull shit are you on?” The other man just stared at him as Jake crossed his arms petulantly, frowning at the car again. “You’re gonna catch pneumonia.”

“So will you, then.” Jake could be a stubborn ass too when he wanted, and he didn’t like the idea of leaving anyone with some weird old man who didn’t like being told no watching them. “I can take care of myself, too.”

“You’re really not gonna leave?” He scoffed when Jake shook his head, tossing the cigarette butt aside and pushing himself off the wall with a groan. “Fine, you can drive me home, but only because I don’t feel like hearing Z bitch about me getting his IT boy sick.”

“I’ll take it.” Jake couldn’t stop himself from giving him a crooked grin and he could’ve sworn he saw him fighting his own. “No smoking in the car.”

“Whatever you say, blondie.” The man sprawled across the passenger seat and stared out the window, ignoring Jake’s expectant stare until he finally pulled out with a sigh when he didn’t put his seatbelt on.

“So, have you been dancing long?” Jake had to do something to fill the awkward silence in the car, he didn’t think this man would appreciate his collection of 80s power ballads.

“No.” Jake didn’t even notice the way he was staring at him sideways, too preoccupied with his own nervousness and tapping his fingers against the steering wheel while the other man checked him out.

“Slaughter’s is your first dancing job then? That’s cool.” He really wished this dude would offer him some more information so he didn’t start babbling like he always did. “I myself don’t dance, except at home, don’t think that counts, though. What did you do before?”

“School, turn left here.” Jake turned a little to look at him to see where he was indicating and when their eyes met for just a second, his breath stopped. They were so blue.

“For, um, for dancing?” What a stupid question.”

“No.” The man spotted the flush creeping up Jake’s neck and decided to take a little pity on him. “English lit.”

“Wow, that’s really cool.” Jake took another turn when he told him to and stopped in front of the brick apartment building. “Well, uh… see you around?”

“Yeah, gimme your phone.” Jake blinked stupidly when he handed it over, his mouth opening and closing with unasked questions while he watched him tap on the screen. “Text me and ask me out to dinner once your brain resets. Bye blondie.”

“It’s Jake… wait, what?” Jake almost dropped the phone when he tossed it back to him, spluttering while the dancer gave him a wicked grin before getting out of the car. “You’re kind of cocky!”

“I know! I should be! Have you seen my ass?” He slammed the door behind him and waved back at Jake as he kept staring at him in shock.

“Well… yeah.” Jake couldn’t stop himself from laughing as he looked between the phone and the man who was walking away from him, rolling down the window and shouting after him. “I don’t know your name!”

“It’s Ransom, you shut the fuck up Mark! I know what time it is!” Ransom screamed at his neighbor as he walked into his building after winking at Jake.

Jake grinned to himself when he typed the name Ransom into his phone with the new number, fighting the urge to put little heart emojis around it.

——————————————————————————

“Sorry mister,” the kid panted, as he came to fetch the rogue ball.

“This is why we should have stayed at home,” he muttered.

You rolled onto your side and lifted your sunglasses up so you could roll your eyes at him.

“Because a kid missed a catch? Lighten up. I’m having a nice time. This is what most people consider a normal thing to do in summer, Ransom. I told you to bring a book.”

Ransom scowled briefly then shook his head as if you were one the one being ridiculous. He was still wearing slacks in the summer heat. When you had questioned him about his wardrobe choice, he just said he wouldn’t become 'one of those pricks wearing shorts and loafers'. To be honest you were a little shocked he had opted for a short-sleeved linen shirt instead of one of his trusty sweaters.

Slowly, you sat up and placed your book back in your straw bag, deciding you had made him suffer for long enough.

“How about we walk down the river on the way back to the car?” You suggested, hoping that the promise of going home soon would help lift his mood.

“Fine,” he shrugged, getting to his feet quickly.

He waited impatiently, looking around bored, as you folded up the blanket into your bag.

When you were finished the two of you walked down to the river. The weather had brought everyone out today and you found yourself having to weave in and out of people on the pavement. Just as you were about to move away from Ransom to let another couple through, he grabbed hold of your hand and you stopped to look at him, frowning.

“Why have you stopped?” He asked, pulling you closer to prevent someone bumping into you.

You looked at your joined hands then back at him. “You never hold my hand. In fact, you shun every form of affection in public. Hell, even at home.”

Ransom blushed and awkwardly looked at his feet before muttering. “It’s busy, I didn’t want us to get separated.”

If it were possible for your heart to melt, it would have right then and there. This class A asshole actually did something sweet. There was an opportunity here to take the absolute piss, but you decided against it. Instead, you raised yourself onto your tiptoes and kissed his cheek before interlocking your fingers with his.

You smiled brightly at him and started walking again. Both of you fell into easy conversation; Ransom commenting on the stupidity of every other human being within a metre radius and you about the book you were reading.

A little further ahead there was a large group of people all huddled around a vehicle and you could feel Ransom pulling you closer. When you got a little nearer you realised what the vehicle was and turned to Ransom excitedly.

“Fine but if we have to wait more than five minutes then we’re leaving,” he huffed.

“That 'grumpy' act doesn’t work on me now,” you teased, squeezing his hand.

He led you over to the ice cream truck and stood behind you so your back was flush to his chest, his hands on your hips.

You looked at your watch when five minutes had passed and glanced over your shoulder at him, smirking when he showed no indication he wanted to leave.

“I knew you were just a big man-baby really,” you chuckled.

“Hmmm,” he hummed thoughtfully, “maybe I will prove to you just how wrong you are when we get home.”

You pressed your ass back against him. “I’m going hold you to that Mr Sunshine.”

“Don’t call me that,” he growled in your ear.

“Why not? I think it suits you. Very ironic,” you giggled.

Ransom pinched your sides and you squealed, making him burst out laughing. It wasn’t a sound you heard very often but it was one of the best. You were about to launch your own attack when a voice interrupted you.

"Y/N, I need you to work this Friday! It's all hands on deck!" Dawn, my boss, tells me. When I found out who was coming to do some signings for a book I immediately all but begged for the day off.

"Dawn, I can't be here. The man's grandson and I have some history!" I explain deciding to tell the truth is better than lying. I don't ever want to do something to cause the pain finding out you have been lied to causes. "I don't care if you cut off the grandson's cock! You will be here!" She says in the boss tone she only uses when your job is on the line.

Friday comes with the speed of light not giving me anytime to get myself mentally prepared. Since it's a book signing we are always supposed to be wearing better than our normal work clothes. I put on the fancies clothes I can while still not being too formal. I make sure my outfit fits my body well enough to show but not so well that I look like I'm trying too hard. I finish getting myself ready making sure I look good enough to eat.

After getting to work, and a few minutes of convincing myself to actually go into work and save my job, I walk into the bookstore I have grown to both love and hate. Today I definitely feel more hate towards the stupid building. I take a deep breath making sure to get a good whiff of the amazing book smell that I love. With that I get into work mode. My lips split into a polite but welcoming smile. I make sure it seems to reach my eyes. I keep my posture open and welcoming to everyone.

Halfway through the book signing and it's going well. I begin to think Harlem either doesn't remember me or is taking pity on me and not forcing me to talk to him.

"Y/N, I need you to go and get Mr. Thrombey a coffee with two creams and one sugar." Dawn tells me. She is calm and it can't help but flow off of her and absorbs into me. "Of course ma'am!" I say trying to sound eager.

I quickly walk to the café near our bookstore. This isn't anything new. Whenever we have guests I'm always the one to grab coffees, muffins, sandwiches, or anything else since I'm the newest hire. I wait at the counter for a fresh pot of coffee to be made for Harlan. It doesn't take me long to zone out. I'm only awoken from my daydreaming when my coworker, Molly, says my name.

"Y/n, you okay? " she asks softly and sweetly. I've always liked Molly. She works hard and I don't think there is a mean bone in the girls body.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just didn't get enough sleep last night. Thank you though. I will definitely see you later.” I say before walking away. No matter how many times I've had to walk away without tipping I'm still not used to it.

I go back to Dawn with the coffee in hand. “Hey Dawn. I have his coffee.” I say and I look at her with a smile.

"Okay, go give it to him. He’s in the breakroom." she says with a smile, I never told anyone at work about my relationship, if one could even call it that,with the famed authors grandson so Dawn most likely thinks she is giving me the chance of a lifetime to meet one of my favorite authors and not that she’s actually sending me to a nightmare.

I look at her shocked. On one hand I only meet Harlan a handful of times so he most likely doesn't remember me but on the other hand there is a small chance that he does remember me and this will be very awkward however Dawn is being very kind and If I turn down this offer she will see me as ungrateful. I decide that me having a very small chance of having an awkward encounter is better than my boss thinking I'm not grateful of her kindness.

"Okay I'll bring this to him." I say and I smile weakly at her.

After I say that I will my feet to drag me to the breakroom. Once I get there I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. I gently knock on the closed door, "Mr. Thrombey, I have your coffee for you." I say in my most professional voice.

"Perfect, come in!' his soft voice says through the break room door.

I walk in feeling like I'm walking into the lion's den. I keep my head down hoping he doesn't recognize me. I put his coffee down on the small table that stands before him. After I set the coffee down I decide to smile up at him. "I hope you enjoy your coffee, sir." I smile at him and I start to leave. Right when I think I made it and he forgot me I hear him say my name.

I turn to see his eyes on my face, studying me. "Are you y/n y/l/n?" he asks in a kind and soft voice and just like that my hopes are dashed. “Yes I am. It's nice to see you again sir." "How are you, dear?” he asks in a nice and soft voice that holds no malice. "I'm okay.” I say softly "You know, Ransom misses you dearly." he says. I can't help but look at him like he has three heads. How could he miss me if he is the one that cheated and broke my heart. I don't know what to say so I just nod. "I don't know what happened or what you said to him but it whipped him into shape. "He says with a slight chuckle I take his bait and I ask "what do you mean?" "well he got his life together. Now he's my apprentice and he is even writing his own book, he asked me to bring a copy of what he’s made so far with me. He saw I was coming here and hoped you would be working and willing to read it. I believe he still loves you he is coming here later. Please talk with him.” Harlan is practically begging on Ransom's behalf. How is any person supposed to say no to that?

Harlan then gives me a story that looks unfinished and short. Even so him wanting me to read it before it's even done does tug on my heartstrings even though it's probably a tactic to get his bed-buddy back.

I gently take the makeshift book in my hands. I can't help but be amazed by seeing Ransom's name under the title claiming him as the author. However what amazes me more is later when I open the book and I see a hand written note addressing me.

It reads

"Dear y/n,

Hello my dear. I know that this is probably pointless but I have to at least try to get you back not as a fuck buddy but as my girlfriend if you will have me. I know I was horrible and what I did was worse but I fell in love with you and I was scared of that. I am so sorry I hurt you because I was scared of loving you. You did not deserve The treatment I gave you. As soon as you left I realized that I messed up and that I only wanna be with you. If you set rules that we can't have sex but we can be together I'll gladly go by those rules. You make me want to be a better person.

I understand if you don't accept my apology. If I was you I would never want to see me again but I'm begging you to give me a chance to make it up to you.i tried to have sex with others to get you out of my head but it didn't work. You did something the people aren’t related to me couldn't do. You made me fall in love with you. I love you, y/n. I hope you’re read ing this and I'm not just writing to no one. Just know that if you forgive me and give me another chance I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Please give me another chance my love.

I love you,

Ransom”