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chris-duh · 6 months ago

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Ahhh I love this!! I'm a sucker for when two people like each other but don't know the other person likes them back. And this is just perfect. Jake is such a lovable dork 😍 I can't blame her for literally throwing herself at him. Also, if all camping trips went like this, I'd definitely have to start going camping.

A Long Time Coming

Pairing: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2,847 Summary: It’s fine. So what if you need to share the super small tent with Jake, who you’ve been quietly pining over for ages. It’s just one night. It’s totally cool. It’s all good. You could do this. Only…you so couldn’t do this. Warnings: AU probably. Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Two sweet goobers in love. Vaginal fingering. Unprotected sex. Cockwarming if you squint. Reader is kind of a human disaster, and I stan.

A/N: Hello, my loves! This story is a CT 2024 raffle winning custom fic for the lovely @buckymorelikefuckme ❤️ Thank you again for participating in our event, you sweet bean! I hope you enjoy your fic! Lots of love to you!

Prompt: friends to lovers + camping + sharing a tent/bed + my beloved jakey baby 🥹❤️

“You’re sharing a tent with Jensen.”

You blinked dumbly at Aisha, your brain struggling to process this new and horrifying information.

Granted, the adrenaline had long since faded after another successful mission with The Losers, and now that you all were settling in for the night, camping in the middle of nowhere since extraction wasn’t until tomorrow afternoon, you just really did not need this added complication.

And complicated it was.

Because you maaaybe…kind of…just a little tiny bit (okay, more like A LOT) had feelings for the sweet sunshine goober that was Jake Jensen.

Therefore–

Your voice was tinged with panic as you hissed at Aisha, “What?! No! I can’t share a tent with Jensen!”

She smirked at you, her eyes both twinkling and knowing as she continued to lean outside of her own pitched tent that she was sharing with Clay. “And why’s that?”

You just pouted at her, refusing to answer.

Besides, you didn’t really need to, because you knew she knew about your crush on Jake. You weren’t great at being subtle, and sometimes your eyes wandered without your permission, and it was likely that the entire team–save for the oblivious man himself–knew you were all googly eyed for your in-the-field bestie.

Like an idiot.

“You’re so mean,” you huffed, sticking your bottom lip out further in hopes she’d take pity on you.

“Have fun!” she sang instead, turning you on your heel and aiming you Jensen’s way. “And be sure to wrap it before you tap it!”

She shoved you forward, and as your arms pinwheeled at your sides to keep you on your feet, you shot her one final death glare over your shoulder.

Aisha so wasn’t your friend anymore, and it was her loss.

Still pouting, you slowly made your way to where Jake was diligently setting up the tent you would share with him for the evening. Your eyes flickered in the opposite direction, where Pooch and Cougar were already settled in and digging beers from a cooler.

Sighing, you couldn’t help but smile a little.

You really did love this group of murdery misfits, and you were happy to be a part of them.

Well, minus the murdery bits, those weren’t your favorite.

Once you pulled up beside Jake, you realized just how far away he was setting up your own area, and you commented on it as you crossed your arms and stood beside him.

“Heh, yeah,” Jake grinned, rubbing at the back of his neck as a rosy flush lit his cheeks. “Clay and Aisha can get loud, because sex, and Pooch and Cougar can get loud, because drunk. So.” He shrugged, waving a muscled arm toward your makeshift home for the evening. “Plus, I found this gap in the trees so we should be able to do some stargazing…”

He dropped his head back and pointed up to where the enormously tall trees eventually thinned out and revealed a patch of clear sky high above you.

Jake looked so excited by this small thing–the thought of stargazing–that you couldn’t help the soft, dopey smile that curled your lips as you watched him.

He was just the sweetest.

Realizing that you hadn’t responded to his gushing, he glanced over at you, looking abashed before trying to shrug it off and play it cool, “Uh, ya know, if you’re into that sort of thing.”

“It sounds great,” you smiled, bright and genuine, as you squeezed his shoulder.

Jake perked up, his eyes warming as they flickered between your own. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You gave his shoulder another squeeze, resisting the temptation to grope his very impressive muscles before ducking into the tent to get yourself settled.

Completely unaware of Jake’s soft, “Cool,” and the way he was grinning like an idiot as he stared after you much longer than was necessary, or just friends appropriate.

A few hours later, as the full darkness of night settled over your small camp, Jake assembled the last s'more to be made with your limited supplies before splitting it in half and offering you a share.

You pulled your tilted gaze from the star-speckled sky as you leaned back against the log beside the small fire Jake had started for you both. Knocking your shoulder against his as you accepted his sugary offering, you couldn’t help drowning in your soft girl feels as you told him, “You’re very thoughtful, Jake.”

“I am?” he wondered aloud as he finished off his s’more half and licked chocolate and marshmallow bits from his fingers.

Your eyes lingered on his mouth for a beat before you were giggling at his antics and genuine surprise that you found him thoughtful.

“Yeah. Sharing. Picking the perfect spot for stargazing. Bringing those extra sleeping bags because you know I get cold,” you listed as you polished off your own snack.

“Well,” Jake shrugged, his ears pink as he hunkered down beside you and folded his arms over his broad chest. “You get super cranky when you’re cold, and even though it’s really cute, I didn’t want you to be miserable out here all night.”

Your dopey grin made a return as you murmured, “You think I’m cute?”

“I mean, you’re gorgeous, obviously,” Jake replied without thinking. And then he went still, like he just realized what he actually said out loud. His eyes went as big as dinner plates as he stared at you, blushing furiously and sputtering a little. “Uh, I mean, well, it’s true. But don’t hit me or shoot me because I think so, okay? I know Aisha’s taught you some of her moves.”

He thinks I’m cute and gorgeous, you squeed internally, drinking in Jake’s flustered state as he actively, worriedly avoided your gaze.

And just like that, after months and months of trying your best to rein in your crush and be professional and think with your upstairs brain…

“To hell with it!” you declared, throwing caution to the wind as you promptly pounced on Jake and nearly sent the two of you rolling into the fire in your enthusiasm.

Thankfully, Jake and his big, well-trained muscles easily maneuvered you away from what could have been your crispy demise, holding you securely on top of him as he stared up at you in amazement.

And then, you actually saw the twinkle of mischief spark to life in his eyes as he said, “I know you’re hot for me, but you don’t need to set us on fire to get your point across.”

You burst into laughter, your own cheeks warm with embarrassment, but you shook it off quickly as you dipped close and kissed Jake for the very first time.

His soft noise of surprise had your insides clenching, but once his big hand shifted to cradle the back of your head and hold you in place as his lips eagerly joined the kissing fray, you knew he was all in.

And that revelation felt amazing.

But still not as amazing as kissing Jake felt.

So you focused on that for a few moments instead, slowing your frenzied roll as you gently cupped Jake’s cheek and tilted your head for better access. You moaned at the soft press of his plush lips to yours, tasting notes of sweet chocolate and even sweeter marshmallow on his tongue as you deepened the kiss and earned a quiet grunt from the back of Jake’s throat for your effort.

Eventually, when oxygen and the need for it became an issue, you pulled away, lingering close as your fingers ruffled through Jake’s soft hair and you met his lust-blown gaze that was the warmest it had ever been.

“Wow,” he whispered against your lips, unable to stop himself from stealing another quick peck.

Your smile was fond before a modicum of sense returned to your brain and your eyes flickered around the camp in alarm to see if anyone had seen.

Not that you wanted to keep this a secret, but you also weren’t an exhibitionist, and for tonight, at least, you wanted this–whatever it was–to only be between you and Jake.

“I think that maybe we should settle in for the night,” you whispered.

“Oh,” Jake frowned, looking extremely disappointed. When you raised your eyebrows and gave him a look, he finally got it. “Oh.” Immediately the disappointment was chased from his handsome features by excitement.

You both scrambled to your feet, making quick work of putting out the fire and gathering your things before tripping into your tent together.

You were breathless with laughter as Jake nearly tackled you atop your sleeping bags, shifting until his big body was settling between your legs, like you had dreamt about for ages.

His lips were back on yours before you could utter a word, and you hummed your delight, your hands wandering Jake’s broad, muscled back as he licked his way into your mouth and groaned as his tongue touched yours.

Your cunt clenched at that primal sound, and you squirmed beneath him, a needy whine working its way up the back of your throat as your hands skimmed down until you were cupping Jake’s ass and yanking him against the cradle of your thighs in invitation.

“I’ve waited long enough,” you panted once he pulled away. “I need you inside me, Jake. Please.”

“Oh god,” he whispered, dropping his forehead to yours. And then something occurred to him, and his head popped up, his eyes sparkling with happiness when they met yours. “You’ve wanted this for a long time, too?”

You nodded, your hands falling to shove down your leggings and panties in one go. “So long, so please, for the love of god, put me and my lady parts out of our misery.”

Snickering, Jake leaned back, shrugging off his zip-up hoodie. His graphic tee went next, flung to the other corner of your tent before he was quickly shucking his jeans and boxer briefs and near face-planted into your now bare breasts.

“Oh my goddd, this is the best,” Jake hnggghed, his big hands groping at your tits and giving them a good squeeze as he teased one peaked nipple with his mouth before showing the other just as much devotion.

Gasping, you arched up into him, eyes fluttering at his thorough attention as his ministrations chased the evening chill from your body. “Jake, please.”

When he finally pulled away, his lips were swollen and parted, cherry pink too, his glasses askew on the bridge of his nose and a little fogged up.

Smiling, you reached for them. “Do you need these to see me?”

“No, not up close,” he whispered, lashes fluttering against his rosy cheeks as you carefully plucked his glasses from his nose, folded them, and set them safely aside. “Thanks.”

Jake’s big body was still nearly vibrating with excitement, but there was also a seriousness to him that you weren’t used to seeing, not when it was just the two of you, and especially not when you were outside of a mission.

“Everything okay?” you asked, feeling suddenly nervous.

Oh god, what if he was regretting this?

Instead, Jake smiled at you, warm and earnest as he murmured, “Yeah.” He shifted, sinking his big body more firmly against yours. “I just…I'm really happy this is happening, and I want to make it good for you.”

You sighed dreamily, relief easing the tension from your body as your hand lifted to cradle Jake’s cheek. “We’ll make it good for each other. Well, once we finally get started.”

He laughed at your faux stink eye, shifting and resting his body weight on one hand beside your head while the other moved between your bodies. Jake’s breath hitched when his fingers touched your bare cunt for the first time, swallowing at your soft moan and the way you eagerly spread your legs wider for him.

“Feel good?” he whispered, his eyes drinking in each and every one of your minute reactions, especially the way you nodded at him, your eyes already looking a little hazy as you met his gaze.

“Yeah,” you hummed, mewling when his thick fingers applied more pressure to your clit before parting your folds and teasing along your drippy, clenching hole. “Fuck, Jake. I need you, for reeeeeal.”

Huffing a laugh, Jake finally relented, and a second later, you felt the head of his cock catching on your entrance. His eyes were fixated on yours as he carefully tilted his hips and pushed into you for the first time, watching the way your mouth fell open at the feel of him stretching you wide and slowly filling you up.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, squeezing your eyes shut and hitching your legs around Jake’s narrow hips.

He grunted as you yanked him against you and made him shove into you the rest of the way, until he was balls deep and moaning against your neck.

“S’tight and warm oh my god,” his words were muffled against the top of your chest.

Giggling, you clenched around him on purpose, feeling him groan against your skin before he was popping his head up and scowling at you.

“Unless you want me to blow my load before the fun starts…”

Laughing, you twined your arms around his neck, tugging him close for a round of slow, languid kisses. When Jake started to slowly rock against you, he caught each and every one of your gasps and mewls against his lips before he was nuzzling your nose with his, burying his face against the crook of your neck, and really fucking you.

You moaned at the first full retreat and surge of his cock inside of you, eyes rolling back in your head when he slightly shifted the angle of his hips on the next plunge and hit a spot so sweet inside of you that you had to muffle your ragged keen by biting his bare shoulder.

Which only made Jake rut into you harder.

Soon, the two of you fell into a frenzied, enthusiast kind of fucking. Your bodies rocking and writhing together, finding all the angles and pressure points to drive the other wild.

And yet, each time Jake’s desire-darkened gaze found yours, it was so warm, and you knew you were looking at him the exact same way, because you had wanted this for so long.

You had both wanted this for so long.

Even in the throes of passion, Jake was sweet, stealing soft kisses from your lips and making your pussy flutter as your heart rejoiced. When the drive of his hips started to lose its rhythm, his big hand found yours, palms pressing close and fingers entwining as he dropped his forehead to yours and stared deep into your eyes.

“You feel so good. M’gonna cum,” he panted against your lips. “Can I–”

“Yeah, cum inside me,” you begged softly, clinging to him tighter and distantly so fucking grateful for your birth control. “Let me feel you, Jakey.”

Jake hnnnghed as your hand trailed along his spine, up then down before you were grabbing a handful of his bare ass and encouraging the final few drives of his cock to shove even harder and deeper than before.

Head dropping beside your own, Jake’s groan of completion filled your ear as he jerked against you.

You were quick to drop your hand between your bodies, furiously rubbing at your clit as you focused on the feel of Jake’s cock throbbing inside of you, his hips pumping those last few times as he filled you up with his warm, sticky cream.

“Yessss,” you keened softly as your orgasm finally crashed over you. Your body went haywire as bliss flooded through your veins, all of your muscles clenching then releasing over and over again as your satisfied pussy did the same.

Jake moaned as your cunt clenched around him, milking the last few dregs of cum from his body before he was sagging against you, completely spent and clinging to you like an oversized barnacle.

“This is the best camping trip I’ve ever been on,” he panted.

You giggled at Jake’s muffled words, your naked body shaking beneath his with mirth–and joy too–as your fingers trailed his bare body and you enjoyed the feeling of his weight on top of you for a few moments.

Once his breathing was normal again, Jake raised his head, his warm eyes finding yours, a glimmer of concern aimed your way as he asked, “Was that okay?”

“You sweet puppy,” you grinned at him, ruffling his hair and cupping his cheek to pull him close. “That was incredible. Perfect. Unforgettable. 11/10 would fuck again.”

“Good,” Jake laughed, lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “Because if you think you’re getting rid of me after that, you are sorely mistaken, gorgeous.”

Eyes sparkling and heart happy, you tilted your face up, letting your lips linger against his without moving before you replied, “I’m glad we’re finally on the same page, Jakey. Now kiss me so we can seal this deal for good.”

And he did.

Ahhhh! These two sweet babies! I love that this Reader is kind of a human disaster too lol. That is becoming one of my favorite personalities to write 😍I’d really appreciate it if you took a moment to leave me a reblog or comment! Thank you!

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chris-duh · 6 months ago

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God damn, this is so hot 🥵🥵🥵 I loved every second of this!

how about ransom and “i mean, i got what i wanted, didn’t i?” 👀🫶🏼

can't resist a dare

pairing: best friend!ransom drysdale x female reader

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, oral sex (m receiving), cock worship, taking nude photos/sending nude photos, filming/recording/taking photos during sex, little bit of exhibitionism, come marking, come facial, light bdsm, size kink, dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, pet names (baby), aftercare, friends to lovers, revenge on a mean/rude ex

word count: 4,300ish

a/n: whoops, this ended up being longer than i anticipated 😬 but i loved the premise i came up with too much to scrap it and try to write something shorter so here we go!! i just loved the idea of best friend!ransom being a petty perv and reader being just as much of a petty perv 🤭 anyway i hope you enjoy!!! ♡♡♡

You never could resist a dare from Ransom Drysdale.

The devastatingly handsome grandson of Harlan Thrombey had been your best friend since you were children running around his grandfather’s spooky old house while your families spent time together. Even though you were both grown adults, Ransom still knew how to push all your buttons, and he knew that if he dared you to do something, you’d do it.

Which was how you’d ended up in the cramped bathroom on the first floor of the Thrombey mansion during Harlan’s May Day party, your body bent over at the waist and your arm contorted behind your back to take a photo of the tiny little thong you’d worn beneath your sundress.

Ransom had dared you to take a photo of your ass and send it to your ex. You, of course, had risen to the challenge and accepted the dare.

You hadn’t had nearly enough champagne to make you so reckless, but there was something about your oldest friend that brought out your competitive spirit. Ransom was the only one who could get you to do such things, but you enjoyed being pushed outside of your comfort zone. Plus, you knew your best friend wouldn’t make you do anything that would actually hurt you.

In fact, if you were honest with yourself, there was a part of you that was perversely pleased to be taking such an obscene photo of yourself while some of the richest families in Massachusetts milled around just outside the door. The thought of getting caught taking naughty pictures turned you on more than you wanted to admit, so you hurried up and took the photos.

When you were done, you picked one you liked and sent it to your ex with a smirk on your face, thinking he should be so lucky as to see your ass one last time.

Leaving the bathroom, you strutted through the party looking for Ransom, feeling smug about completing the dare. You caught his eye when you entered the library, and even across the room, you could see the amusement dancing in his crystal blue eyes. You made your way through the crowd with a pep in your step, but halfway through, your phone vibrated with a response from your ex.

You opened the text and wished you hadn’t.

Didn’t know you were such a desperate slut, but if you really need dick so bad, I guess I’ll let you ride mine, baby. I know you loved bouncing on it like a whore.

Your expression twisted into a scowl, and you looked up at your best friend, who was suddenly in front of you. Hurt wrapped around your heart, a part of you feeling—perhaps unfairly—that Ransom should’ve known your ex would text something vile back to you.

“I did your dare, are you happy now?” you hissed at your best friend, taking out all your hurt and anger on Ransom. You knew you were much more angry at yourself, and your ex, for his hurtful response, but your best friend was the safest target at the moment.

Annoyingly, Ransom looked unaffected by your fury, the satisfied smirk on his face never wavering even as you continued to glare at him. When he responded, his voice was a lazy drawl that reminded you he couldn’t have known the effect of his dare.

“I mean, I got what I wanted, didn’t I?”

Before you could stop yourself, you let out a frustrated huff and opened your phone to the text message you’d gotten from your ex, turning the screen to your best friend so he could read it. “Is this what you wanted?” you sneered, knowing full well your best friend wouldn’t react kindly to what your ex had said.

You were so determined to show Ransom what he’d done, you didn’t even consider the fact that you were also showing him the photo you’d sent. At least, not until his blue eyes went a little hazy and his smirk widened into a full-blown grin.

“The dare didn’t include you showing me the photo,” Ransom drawled, his gaze flicking to yours, the look in his eyes making something hot squirm deep in your core. “But I can’t say I mind—you’ve got a gorgeous ass.”

Heat rose in your face, and your expression twisted into one of impatient annoyance. “Look at the response, Ran,” you gritted out, trying not to let his compliment get to you. He was your best friend—he was probably just messing with you. But you were soon distracted from what Ransom had said when he finally looked at what your ex had replied.

A storm cloud settled over Ransom’s handsome features, his eyes narrowing into two slits and his mouth twisting into a furious scowl. You even thought you heard a low rumble, like a growl, emanate from your best friend’s chest beneath the din of the party around you.

“Who does this little shit think he is?” Ransom fumed, grabbing your phone and clicking on the contact info. “Does this motherfucker think he can talk to you like this?” Your best friend’s gaze flicked to yours and something inside you warmed when you saw the righteous anger simmering in his eyes. “And where the fuck does he get off calling you baby?”

Your mouth opened to answer him, but Ransom just shook his head in a way that quelled you. Instead, he grabbed your hand with his free one and began leading you through the party toward the back of the house. Your feet moved quickly to keep up with his longer strides, and he slowed a little so he didn’t hurt your arm as he tugged you into the backyard. Ransom walked briskly through the gate in the fence that separated the lawn from the forest.

You knew the forest around the Thrombey mansion just as well as the house itself, with its trees and the occasional statues representing Harlan’s various mystery novels. You and Ransom had played in the forest plenty when you were children, and partied amongst the statues when you were in your teens and early twenties. It was the only place the two of you could have any privacy, and you had to assume that Ransom wanted seclusion to discuss what your ex had said.

At your favorite of the statues in the forest, Ransom pulled to a stop and rounded on you, mischief gleaming in his blue eyes. You could tell he had a plan.

“Do you wanna show your shithead ex what he’s missing?”

Ransom’s smile was sharp as a knife and you couldn’t help but be distracted by your best friend’s handsomeness, just for a moment. His slicked-back brown hair gleamed in the spring sunshine that trickled down through the leafy trees above, and his broad shoulders filled out his henley so deliciously, you almost forgot the question he asked.

But then his words broke through your distracted mind and the grin that spread across your face was practically devilish in your delight. “What do you have in mind?” you asked eagerly, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you stared up at your best friend with nothing but trust.

Ransom’s eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to your mouth for just a second before he met yours again. “Get on your knees,” he said, his voice low and gruff in a way you’d never heard before. It made heat pool deep in your core and you squirmed a little but didn’t hesitate to follow the order.

The forest floor was blanketed in a soft carpet of dying leaves, even as new growth flourished around you, the sweet scent of spring filling your senses as you lowered yourself to your knees. Your eyes remained fixed on Ransom’s as your knees hit the soft ground, and though you knew the two of you were alone in the woods, it truly felt as though you were the only two people in the whole world.

You weren’t naive. You knew whatever your best friend had in mind to get back at your ex would be crossing one or two lines you’d never crossed with him before. But you trusted Ransom. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you. And, truthfully, a part of you that you kept hidden and locked away so much of the time wanted to cross a line or two with your best friend.

So you sat on your knees on the ground at Ransom’s feet and stared up at him with all the trust you had in him no doubt written all over your face. You watched as his eyes softened and his mouth curved at the edges into a gentle smile, his expression filled with affection. It was so different to the hard or smarmy mask he wore in public—and even around his family—that you relaxed even further, knowing he’d take care of you even as you got revenge on your ex.

“Stick your tongue out,” Ransom murmured, his voice low and soft and nearly blending in with the breeze rustling the trees above you. His hand reached out and his fingers stroked your cheek, his smile deepening when you nuzzled into his palm before doing as he said. “Good girl, now look at me like you wanna suck my cock.”

A bolt of heat shot through you, nearly making you shiver as warmth bloomed, feral and unbidden, within your body. Ransom’s command was certainly crossing a line, but it felt like permission, too. For the first time in a very long time, you let the feelings you’d hidden away come rushing to the surface. The force of them surprised you, and you found yourself leaning into the arousal that swirled through your body.

With your tongue already sticking out, you let yourself sink into the desire you felt to suck Ransom’s cock and let it show in the way you were posed. You arched your back to stick out your ass and push up your chest, giving your best friend a good view of your tits in your dress. Letting your eyes go heavy-lidded with arousal, you stared eagerly up at your best friend.

You couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes darkened, his pupils blowing wide and his lips parting as he let out a heavy breath. He looked transfixed by you, and if you weren’t sticking your tongue out, you would’ve smirked at his reaction to you.

For a long moment, the two of you just stared at each other. Then, Ransom shook himself lightly and he held up your phone, swiping it open to the camera. You watched as he angled it the way he wanted, and waited patiently while he took a few pictures of you on your knees in front of him.

When his eyes returned to your face, you relaxed your pose a little, expecting him to give you your phone so you could pick out a photo to send to your ex. Instead, Ransom gave you a considering look.

“Do you really wanna piss off your ex?” he asked, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that made butterflies stir in your belly even as more warmth trickled down between your thighs. A slow, evil grin spread across his handsome face that made your stomach flutter and your core clench. “Do you wanna show him what he’s missing?’

“Yes.” Your answer slipped from your lips before you really had a chance to think about it, but once it was out, you wouldn’t take it back. You trusted Ransom, you really wanted to get back at your ex, and, even more than that, you were desperately curious to see how far your best friend would take things. So you doubled down, giving him an evil smile of your own. “Yes, I do.”

Ransom’s grin turned a little smug as he looked at you with mischievous delight dancing in his eyes. The dappled light of the sunny spring day shifted across his face, and you sucked in a silent breath at just how handsome your best friend was. Your heart thumped in your chest, but you pushed the meaning behind that feeling aside and focused on the moment.

“Unzip my pants and pull my cock out,” Ransom murmured, his tone low and rough as gravel, sending a shiver down your spine.

Immediately, your eyes dropped to the front of your best friend’s slacks and you couldn’t help but notice the bulge there. A delighted smile curled the edges of your mouth. Ransom was just as turned on by you as you were by him. That knowledge gave you the courage you needed to do as he said.

Your fingers fumbled excitedly with Ransom’s clothes as you pushed up his henley and undid the button and fly of his pants. You pushed them and his boxer briefs down over his hips, revealing the long length of his cock. It bounced free from his briefs and you sucked in a sharp gasp. He was so thick and long, your body clenched with the need to be filled just at the sight of your best friend’s cock.

Eagerly, you leaned forward, pressing your face to the underside of Ransom’s cock and inhaling the clean, musky scent of him. He smelled so good, you could feel your body react to your best friend’s cock, your pussy soaking your thong and making a mess of your thighs. Tilting your head back, you turned your heavy-lidded eyes up to Ransom, staring up at him while you nuzzled into his hard length.

“Yeah, just like that,” Ransom rasped, giving you an encouraging nod while his thumb tapped the screen of your phone, taking photos of you. “Look so pretty with my cock on your face, baby.”

A pleased smile curved your lips and your eyes closed as you savored the wonderful feeling of Ransom’s praise. It made your body warm even further, and you conveyed how happy it made you by pressing a soft kiss to the underside of Ransom’s cock. He rumbled an appreciative sound and when you looked up at him again, his eyes were the darkest you’d ever seen, his entire attention focused entirely on you.

You liked having Ransom’s attention and you didn’t wait for him to give you more instructions. Trailing your lips up the length of his cock, you pressed wet, suckling kisses to the velvety soft skin wrapped around the hardness beneath. You didn’t know which of you enjoyed it more—Ransom, with his face twisted into a look of pleasure and his chest heaving, or you, with your pussy dripping between your thighs.

It seemed to take Ransom a moment to remember what he was supposed to be doing, that the point of you being on your knees was to record what you were doing to get back at your ex. He tapped the screen of your phone once, and when he spoke, there was something in his voice that made you think he was recording a video—a tenor of encouragement that made you want to perform.

“How d’you like my cock, baby?” he asked, a smirk clear on his face and in his tone. “Am I bigger than your ex?”

You wanted to grin and laugh—Ransom’s cock was much bigger than your ex’s. Instead, you curved your lips into your most vixenish smile and nuzzled into your best friend’s hardness like it was your most cherished stuffed animal.

“I looove your cock, Ran,” you purred in a sultry voice, not having to try hard to show your appreciation for him. You pressed a kiss to his hard length and licked the underside of the head, wringing a grunt from your best friend. “You have such a big cock, daddy, way bigger than my ex—I don’t know how I’m gonna fit you in my tight little throat.” You batted your lashes up at the camera while you swirled your tongue around the tip, licking up your best friend’s precum.

Ransom tapped your phone and moved it out of the way so he could look straight at you, raising one of his eyebrows in amusement. “‘Daddy’?” he asked, a delighted smirk curving his lips.

You stroked Ransom’s cock while you pulled back to answer. “My ex always wanted me to call him that, but it never felt right,” you said, making a face before you leaned forward again, wrapping your lips around the tip of your best friend’s cock and sucking on him lightly. Ransom grunted in pleasure.

“Keep going, baby, we’ll show that shithead what he’s never gonna have,” Ransom rasped, lifting your phone up again and tapping the screen while you took his cock deeper into your mouth. “Suck daddy’s cock, baby, be a good girl and show me how much you love my dick.”

You wanted to smile at Ransom’s filthy words, but instead you focused your attention entirely on his cock, bobbing your head on his hard length until the tip of him was pressing against the back of your throat. You’d never taken anyone as big as him, but you were determined to deep throat your best friend, so you relaxed your throat and pushed yourself. After a few tries, you took him all the way in, until his cock was bulging in your throat and your nose was pressed flat to his stomach.

“Oh fuck, jesus christ, baby,” Ransom shouted when you swallowed around him, your throat squeezing his hardness as you fought to keep him buried to the root in your mouth. Tears streamed down your face, and drool trickled down your chin, but you paid it no mind, focusing entirely on your best friend’s cock.

His big hand settled on the crown of your head, fingers flexing like he wanted to grab you and hold you down on his cock. Your pussy clenched at the thought, but Ransom seemed not to want to hurt you, so he simply bucked his hips a little, fucking your throat in short thrusts.

“Shit, ‘m gonna come,” he rasped, his voice rough and strained in a way you’d never heard before. It made you squeeze your thighs together as more wetness flooded your already messy slit. “Baby, ‘m gonna come, holy fuck, your throat feels so fucking good, oh fuck.”

When his cock started to twitch, you pulled off and smiled sweetly up at your best friend. “Come on my face, Ran,” you panted, your voice breathy as you stared directly into Ransom’s darkened eyes.

It took you a moment to realize Ransom’s hand holding your phone had dropped to his side, and the entirety of his focus was on you—just you. A pleased smile curled your lips while you pumped your best friend’s cock in your fist, squeezing the tip while he tossed his head back and let out a loud, pleasured groan.

Ransom came, muttering, “Baby, baby, baby,” under his breath, ropes of his come landing all over your face, joining the tears, spit and drool already coating your cheeks and chin. You opened your mouth, catching some of his spend on your tongue and humming happily at the musky taste of him.

When Ransom tipped his head back up and opened his eyes to look at you, his mouth fell open in a helpless moan when he took in the state of you.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes roving over your face hungrily, like he couldn’t get enough of seeing you with his come on your cheeks. “You look so pretty covered in my come, baby,” he murmured, warmth and affection in his tone as he stroked your jaw, one of the few places on your face that wasn’t messy.

You grinned up at your best friend, pleased at his praise, though that didn’t stop you from teasing him. “Why don’t you take a picture, daddy, it’ll last longer,” you sassed. But once the words were out, you realized how serious you were about the suggestion. When Ransom raised his eyebrows in question, you whispered, “Use your phone—if you want.”

Ransom didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled his phone from the pocket of his pants and angled it above your face. “Smile for me, baby,” he murmured softly, and you couldn’t help but follow the gentle command. He took a few photos of you, sitting on your knees in the forest, covered in his come.

Once he was done, he stowed both your phones in his pocket and pulled his henley off over his head, leaving him in a simple white t-shirt. You weren’t sure what he was doing until he started using the soft cotton garment to clean your face. He was gentle, wiping the come from your face and then clearing away your ruined makeup.

Somehow, it felt so much more intimate than sucking your best friend’s cock and all you could do was sit there, your heart pounding in your chest while you let Ransom take care of you. His gaze caught yours, and you saw his crystal blue eyes were swirling with just as much emotion as was filling your heart, and something seemed to pass between the two of you—an understanding that something had changed between you.

When he’d cleaned your face to the best of his ability, Ransom tucked his cock away then helped you to stand, supporting your weight while he brushed the dirt and leaves off your knees. You leaned heavily against his chest when he stood up, his arms looping easily around you and you shared another silent moment, both of you smiling and staring into each other’s eyes.

It was you who ended up breaking the moment, asking the question that was making you burn with curiosity. “Are we really going to send those pictures and videos to my ex?” you asked, watching your best friend’s face for his reaction. Truth be told, you still wanted to get back at your ex for what he’d said, but since Ransom’s cock was in them, he had a right to a say in it.

He seemed to be watching you just as carefully as you were watching him. “Do you want to?” he asked, his voice toneless. He was leaving it up to you.

An evil smile spread across your face, Ransom’s lips curving into a smirk in response. “Yeah,” you said brashly. “Let him see what he could’ve had.”

“Just as long as you tell him who’s dick you’re sucking,” Ransom murmured, kissing your temple and pulling your phone from his pocket to hand to you. “I want him to know you’re my girl now.”

At those possessive words, you looked up at your best friend in surprise, but Ransom only gave you a look like you should know better.

Ducking your head, you hid an exceptionally pleased smile as you turned in Ransom’s arms and leaned back against his broad chest so he could watch over your shoulder. Together, you picked out the best photos and videos to send to your ex.

Sorry! Sent that to the wrong person. These are just for you. Oh and Ransom says hi.

You couldn’t help but giggle when your ex immediately started blowing up your phone, taking great pleasure in blocking him. When you were done, you handed your phone back to Ransom to hold for you, since your dress didn’t have pockets, and you turned in his arms again. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you looked up at your best friend with a smile.

“So I’m your girl now, huh?” you asked, unable to let him get away with just a look for confirmation.

Ransom’s strong arms wound around your waist, holding you tight to his chest. “As if I’d be such a fool as to let anyone else have you,” he said, snorting to himself. “I’m not as stupid as your ex.”

“Clearly,” you said dryly, laughing at the unamused look he shot you.

But then Ransom silenced your laughter with a kiss, his mouth slanting to yours perfectly. All at once, you let the emotions you’d bottled up for so long flow free, and you clung to Ransom as you both deepened the kiss. His tongue plunged into your mouth like he was staking a claim, and you answered him back with just as much fervor.

It was less a first kiss and more a devouring of souls as the two of you made out in the woods of the Thrombey estate.

Finally, Ransom pulled away with a groan. “OK, here’s the plan,” he said with a huff, pressing his forehead to yours. His chest was heaving as he caught his breath, but he soldiered on. “We go back, tell everyone you have a headache and I’m gonna drive you home,” he said, pausing briefly to kiss you. “Then I take you back to my place and we don’t leave my bed for two days—maybe three.”

Laughing and nodding you pushed up on your tiptoes and kissed Ransom again. “Three, definitely three,” you agreed.

“Good girl,” he murmured, kissing you again.

Before he pulled away entirely, though, Ransom caught your eye and you knew from the mischief sparkling in the depths of his gaze that he had another dare for you. You grinned eagerly.

“I dare you to take off your thong and go back to the party with your needy little cunt dripping down your thighs for me,” Ransom rumbled, his voice deliciously low and deep and making you want to jump him right there in the woods.

When Ransom raised an eyebrow in a challenging look, your pussy clenched at the filthy dare, your whole body warming as arousal flooded through you again. You didn’t know what expression your face was making, but it made Ransom grin and press a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“If you’re a good girl, daddy will give you a reward when we get to my place,” he murmured.

But Ransom hadn’t needed to offer you an incentive.

After all, you never could resist a dare from Ransom Drysdale.

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