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Mɪss Aᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ Hᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋ Pʀɪɴᴄᴇ

Relationship: professional tight end!Ari Levinson x pop superstar!fem reader

Words: ~3.7k

Summary: You and Ari bring in the holiday season with your own special celebration.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, f receiving oral sex, daddy kink, unprotected p in v sex, dumbification, multiple orgasms) celebrity lifestyle, America’s sweethearts, 6’7” Ari. SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: an early Christmas gift for all you lovelies!! I think it’s painfully obvious what this fic was inspired by and I’m not even a little embarrassed about it. They’re too cute!

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You waved exuberantly to the crowd as your float rolled past them, the cold autumn sunlight filtering through the skyscrapers and making the sequins all over your dress sparkle. It was absolutely freezing, but you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling like an idiot. Not only had your tour ended up being even more successful than you had ever thought it could be, you finally got to realize your dream of singing in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.

Of course, there was something else that had you smiling like an idiot for the past few months. As soon as you got close to the parade’s end at 34th Street you could see him in the stands, holding what may have been the most adorable homemade sign you had ever seen while surrounded by a bunch of screaming tween girls. He was easy to spot since he was six feet seven inches, which made it even cuter each time he had to bend down to answer one of their questions until they all started squealing. Ari was your big, burly, all American man but also perhaps the softest teddy bear on the planet.

When they all saw you they started screaming, and you beamed back at them, laughing when Ari lifted a little girl onto his shoulders so she could see better. Yeah, he was too cute for you, everything the man did made your ovaries flutter. It was hard not to just give him moony eyes all through your performance, but you managed to share your attention with the other fans as you sang your new Christmas song. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much once you were finished performing, like they did every time you saw your beefcake of a man.

Backstage was a zoo but when was it not. Assistants flurried around you as they helped you out of your intricate costume. By the time a large, warm hand slid around your waist you were down to nothing but your bra and some leggings. It’s not like Ari cared about that, though.

“Hey princess.” Ari beamed when you squeaked before turning around to look up at him. “You were amazing.”

“Staaaaaaaahp…” you giggled when he bent down to kiss the tip of your nose, batting your hands at his chest when he teased his hands under the hooks of your bra. “Ari! We only have a few minutes before we have to go to your game, I don’t want your teammates teasing you about being whipped by your superstar girlfriend again.”

“Baby, if I minded their teasing I wouldn’t be dating you.” He kissed your nose once more before pulling your sweater over your head. “There, ready to go in record time.”

“Ari… Ari!” You shrieked with laughter when he flung you over his shoulder and slapped your ass a few times, your face heating up as he got closer to the doors and outside where you knew a pack of paparazzi were waiting to catch the two of you. “Ari!!!”

“Calm down, princess.” He dropped you to the ground and kissed you so deeply you couldn’t breathe for a second, then opened the doors and led you outside with your hand in his even though you were blinking and stumbling like a newborn baby deer. “I feel like they would have thought it was cute.”

“Maybe.” You waved at a few of the paps and made sure they got a good shot of you kissing Ari’s cheek before stepping into the limo. “They do seem to enjoy how much bigger than me you are.”

“Do they now?” Ari pulled you into his lap and started pressing kisses all over your face. “I also enjoy it an incredible amount.”

“Yeah, I bet you do, teddy bear.” You giggled when he leaned back and his face was covered in glitter. “Oh, I think your teammates are still gonna tease you…”

“What? Why?” Ari furrowed his brow until you held up a compact so he could see himself. “Yeah they might.”

“My poor teddy bear.” You pouted and wiggled a little bit in his lap before you began to slide down to the floor between his legs. “How can I ever make it up to you?”

“Yeah, princess, I’m not sure getting glitter all over my dick is gonna keep them from teasing me… ow!” He guffawed when you pinched his thigh before starting to drag his zipper down. “But whatever, I don’t care.”

You hummed in agreement before pulling his thick cock out of his pants and licking a heavy stripe up the underside of his shaft, keeping your eyes fixed on his when you wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked softly. Ari groaned when you swirled your tongue around him, cupping your cheek gently for just a few seconds before curling it around your throat. The sensation of his fingers pressing against your carotid was one you welcomed, your eyes fluttering closed as you started bobbing your head up and down.

Every time you gave him head you marveled at just how huge he was; how he towered over you when you were on your knees; how your jaw ached as you stretched it as wide as you could; how even after so many months you still sometimes had to fight the urge to heave when he slid down your throat. His grip on your throat tightened as you started gagging around him, guttural grunts and murmurs falling from his lips as your drool slid down his shaft until it was covering his balls. Ari’s face was getting flushed as you kept going, and when he leaned forward and braced his massive thighs on either side of your shoulders you could have fainted.

His free hand gripped the edge of the seat until his knuckles turned white when you brought your own hand up to fondle his balls, his gaze intense and full of affection as his thumb stroked your throat. He throbbed and twitched in your mouth as you brought him closer and closer, the taste of his precum coating your tongue before you swallowed him to the root again. You whimpered when he swelled even larger, your eyes beginning to water as you breathed deeply through your nose and gulped around his massive cock.

When he finally came down your throat you sighed, watching his face screw up and then relax as he let out a primal groan. Ari looked so good when he came, the way every muscle in his body would tense up for just a few moments before he would sag and breathe easily as he gazed at you with a sense of possession. You made sure to keep your lips wrapped tightly around his cock as he started to pull out, slurping up every drop of his cum until he slid out of your mouth with a pop.

“Not a spot of glitter on your dick, teddy bear.” You beamed at him as you licked your lips clean, purring when he cupped your chin lovingly.

“No, just all over my pants.” Ari couldn’t help but laugh about it, especially when you spluttered and tried to wipe it off but only made it worse. “Princess, it's fine. No ones going to notice.”

“They have flashbulbs, Ari!” You whined when he tucked himself back in and pulled you up to sit next to him. “Oh my god…”

You didn’t have any more time to worry before the limo came to a stop, squeaking and feeling yourself getting hot again as Ari helped you out of the limo. Thank goodness the man practically ran as he led you towards the team entrance, not giving the press a chance to pick up the sparkly evidence of you fellating him that was all over his pants. Even though he had to go warm up he still took a minute to say goodbye to you, kissing you several times before heading to the locker room while you waved adorably.

He was definitely falling head over heels for you, and he didn’t even care who knew it. There was definitely an unbelievable amount of teasing in regards to the glitter on his crotch and in his beard, but it was good hearted. All of his teammates could tell how happy he was, so even the barbs about him being a kept man for the rest of his life were filled with that sort of friendly affection that old friends shared.

There was also the fact that he seemed to play exponentially better whenever you were in the stands. Analysts were quick to point out that whenever you were watching him play he tended to double his receiving yards, it even became a little joke among the sports commentators. What could he say, he liked to show off for his girl. As soon as he ran onto the field with the rest of the team and saw you cheering on the Jumbotron he felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest.

The trend continued. Maybe it was because every time he caught a pass or made a touchdown he could look up and see you screaming your adorable head off on the Jumbotron, but he managed to set a new personal record for receiving yards. Over a hundred yards by the fourth quarter as well as two touchdowns, and he could tell you were proud by the way you were jumping up and down in the box. Yes, he was extremely tired and extremely sore after so much effort, but the smile on your face made it more than worth it.

Ari couldn’t shower and get dressed fast enough. He definitely got some exasperated looks from the rest of the team when he left them to give all the post-game interviews, but it was hard to care when he knew you were waiting for him. As soon as he stepped out of the locker room you were right there, squealing happily and telling him how amazing he was while he lifted you off your feet to kiss you like a fiend. It was hard to control himself around you, but he managed to keep from feeling you up as you made your way to his car.

He couldn’t keep from feeling you up once you were in the Impala though. Every time he came to a light his hand was on your thigh or your waist, and when he heard your tiny little sighs he growled in response. You were starting to squirm in your seat too, and he knew exactly what that meant.

“Tell me how wet you are, princess.” Ari tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and toyed with the hem of your skirt while he waited for the light to change. “C’mon baby girl, I’ve been waiting all day.”

“Teddy bear…” you squeaked when he pinched the inside of your thigh and felt your face starting to get hot again. “Sorry, Daddy. I’m so wet, Daddy, my panties are sticky.”

“Yeah, I bet they fucking are.” He grumbled when the light changed and he had to focus on the road again. “Show me.”

“Yes Daddy.” Your heart was pounding in your ears as you slid your panties down your legs and hung them from the rear view mirror, wiggling even more when the air cooled the wetness that was between your legs.

It took all his restraint not to reach out and press them against his face. Yeah, he would have crashed the car, but dying with your scent filling his lungs was the way he wanted to go. He stopped himself just in time, though he did suddenly find himself speeding through traffic faster than the law allowed. When he finally pulled into the hotel’s garage he dragged you after him and lifted you to wrap your legs around his waist, leaving your panties dangling from the mirror without thought.

“Fuck, I need you real fucking bad, princess.” Ari’s lips vibrated against yours as he growled with lust. “I haven’t had your pussy in almost thirty-six hours, it’s killing me.”

“I know, I don’t like it either, Daddy.” You wound your arms around his neck as he carried you to the elevator. “Feel so empty without you.”

“I know, and it’s a damn crime.” He nipped at your chin as the elevator rose to your floor, grateful that no other guests decided to join you as he was pretty sure your ass was hanging out of your skirt. “My poor baby girl.”

You could only moan in agreement when the elevator arrived at your floor, giggling when Ari poked his head out first to make sure there was nobody in the hall before he started towards your room. While he worked on the door you nibbled on his ear, writhing against him and whining until you were in the room and he threw you onto the bed. Ari grinned at you as he ripped his shirt off and undid his pants, giving you a few mischievous growls and barks before pouncing on you.

Even when he was domming you he was still so soft and sweet, calling you his good girl and pretty princess while he kissed your neck and peeled your clothes off your body. The way he looked at you once you were naked made everything below your waist clench, especially when he growled at you like a hungry bear who was going to eat you alive. Then he leaned down to pull your legs over his shoulders and do just that.

“Daddy! Oh god…” Ari just grunted against you in response as he ran his tongue all over your pussy until you felt dizzy. “Mmm, ‘s so good.”

Ari knew it was good, he fucking loved making you turn into a panting, whimpering mess with your eyes rolled back in your head. It made him feel like a god. Those cute little noises and the way your thighs squeezed his head while he drank his fill from your cunt made him purr like a jungle cat. You were so sweet and so creamy, and the way your little pussy would pulse against his lips made his cock get so painfully hard he had to start grinding it against the bed.

His tongue parted your pussy lips so he could push it inside you and you had to kick your feet so you didn’t lose it completely. They thumped against his back as he started to gently fuck you with his mouth, your breathing starting to get heavier and heavier as every muscle in your body grew tight. Every single time he ate you out he managed to bring you to the edge so fast it was unbelievable, and tonight was no different. You were trembling underneath him, your eyes already starting to flutter and your toes curling while his beard rubbed your sensitive folds raw.

When he pulled his tongue out of you and started sucking on your clit that was it for you. You sobbed his name and arched off the bed as you gushed sweet juices all over his face. He reached his hands up to massage your breasts and that just made it more intense, tears rolling down your face and your fingers yanking on his hair while he kept sucking and squeezing until you couldn’t breathe.

“That’s my good girl.” Ari was grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he sat up between your quivering legs. “Fuck, you look so fucking pretty after you come, princess. You think you’re ready for Daddy’s big dick, honey?”

“Mmhm.” You licked your lips and gave up trying to catch your breath when he yanked his pants down and kicked them away so you could finally see him in all his naked glory. “Want it so bad, Daddy.”

“Daddy knows, princess.” He moved slowly as he crawled on top of you, his massive body completely covering yours and making your pussy start throbbing even harder. “You just relax and let Daddy take care of you, baby girl.”

You nodded and drew in a shuddering breath when he reached between the two of you to start rubbing your clit as he lined himself up. Ari hooked your knees over his hips to keep you wide open for him, his eyes fixed on your face for any sign of pain or discomfort as he started to push inside you. Even though he wanted to just drive his cock deep and fuck your brains out, he was painfully aware of your size difference and if he ever hurt you he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. He could tell you were just as hungry for him, beaming at you when your hands clawed at his massive biceps when he finally got halfway in.

It felt like it took an hour, but when his hips finally met the soft flesh of your thighs you moaned and wiggled happily underneath him. Your body was slick with sweat and glowing, and he’d never seen anything more beautiful. Ari gripped your hands and pinned them above your head as he started to move, his lips ghosting against your throat when you whimpered at the feeling of his cock stretching you so wide it burned. You loved it, though, murmuring nonsense words of encouragement under your breath and locking your ankles at the small of his back.

When Ari really started to move you almost fainted, arching your body to meet his and whimpering when he sucked on your ear. He had hardly even gotten going before you were moaning and whining in his ear, your body spasming underneath him as you came for the second time and felt your muscles turning to jelly. Your pussy was so slick that Ari couldn’t stop himself from starting to slam into you, not that you minded. His breath was hot as he grunted against the sensitive skin of your throat, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of bruises in their wake while he shoved his cock so deep inside you you could swear you saw god.

Even though he had well and truly fucked you stupid he couldn’t stop murmuring sweet praises for you under his breath. Every ‘good girl’ or ‘pretty baby’ just made you slip further and further into the rosy haze of multiple orgasms as he wrung another one out of you. At some point he had rolled the two of you so your were laying on top of him, but it’s not like you could actually ride him in your fucked out state. So Ari was just holding your waist and moving you up and down on his cock like his own personal cocksleeve, grinning up at you the whole time and telling you how good and tight your pussy felt while you whined and drooled all over yourself.

“C’mon baby girl, you want it?” The teasing tone of his voice was still full of affection when you hiccuped as he fucked yet another intense orgasm out of your body. “Daddy needs to hear his princess say she wants his cum or I’m just gonna end up fucking you all night, and I’m not sure you could handle that, baby.”

“Mm-mm… Daddy…” you couldn’t even hold yourself up anymore, crying softly as you rested your face in the crook of his shoulder as he continued to drive up into you. “Please come inside my pussy, please. I want it, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl.” Ari kissed the top of your head and gave a lewd grind of his hips, chuckling into your hair when you shuddered with another climax. “Can’t say no to you, princess.”

Your eyes fluttered closed when you felt him swell and throb inside you, a low whine escaping from you when you felt the first hot, sticky spurt of his seed shooting inside your pussy. Ari held you close as he filled you to the brim, his big hands rubbing your hips while his body rolled under yours and he let out one of those yummy groans he always made when he got to come inside you. When you finally came to you were still on top of him, only barely able to lift your head and beaming at the sight of his face flushed red as he struggled to come back down.

“Hiiiiiii teddy.” You scrunched up your face adorably when he grinned at you and kissed your forehead. “I’d say that was a pretty good way to kick off the holiday season.”

“I’m gonna have to agree with you there, princess.” His thick fingers trailed along the curve of your spine and you felt like you could fall asleep just like that. “Definitely gonna have to keep it up. Speaking of holidays, though, I may have gotten you an early present, since we’re gonna be apart next week.”

“A present? Ari!” You squeaked and giggled when he reached towards the nightstand without letting you climb off him, shivering when the change in position made him rub right against your over sensitive clit. “That still gives you three weeks until Christmas, silly.”

“Well fuck me for wanting to spoil my girl.” He kissed all over your face and pulled out a small velvet box. “I know how much you like statement jewelry, so I figured the statement for this one could be just how smitten you are with your beefy football player boyfriend.”

“Ari… oh my god!” You sat up so fast when he opened the box you almost fell off him, grinning like an idiot when he caught you at the last second and steadied you while he showed you the ring. “It’s so big and sparkly!”

The moonstone in the ring was at least fifteen karats, and surrounding the center stone was a chain of labradorite that glittered under the low lights in the hotel room. As soon as he placed it on your right ring finger you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his face over and over and squealing with happiness.

“Everyone is gonna think we’re getting married now, teddy bear.” You rested your head against his chest once you made sure every inch of his face had been kissed at least once.

“Well, not quite yet, princess.” Like he hadn’t known the moment you said yes to a second date with him that he was going to marry you.

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😩😩😩 soft, possessive Curtis owns my heart damn heart!!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️

Claimed

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Curvy!Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,440 Summary: When you garner some unwanted attention, Curtis needs to reaffirm that you're his and only his. Warnings: Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. AU. Established relationship. Curvy!Reader. Jealousy. Possession kink. Unprotected sex. Car sex. Cockwarming. 

A/N: Oh me oh my, I've got some filth for y'all today. You can thank @lauratang and her amazing prompt for my NA Custom Drabble Giveaway. I hope you enjoy this, lovely! ❤️

Request:  Curvy reader and Curtis + something smutty and still soft + possession kink + "baby girl"

You were still grinning and clapping a little as your favorite local band exited the stage of the dive bar, but when you glanced over at Curtis, he was doing the opposite.

He was scowling.

Stomach dropping just a little, you sighed, turning in your seat at the high top table as you shot him a soft smile. "I know this isn't really your thing, we can go now, if you want."

Curtis straightened in his seat, his features immediately softening and looking a little abashed. "No, we can stay–"

"You look miserable," you laughed. "I do appreciate you toughing it out for me though, handsome."

"I'm not miserable," Curtis' lips twitched. He reached across the small table, taking your hand in his. "Just want to punch in the teeth of those two guys sitting at the next table over. They've been eye fucking you all night long."

Your eyes widened, and you glanced over at said guys. They looked younger than you and Curtis, and absolutely shameless as one toasted you with his half-empty beer and the other shot you a wink.

Feeling your face warm, you quickly looked away, hunching your shoulders a bit as you leaned across the table, closer to Curtis.

"They're assholes," you huffed. 

Grinning at your annoyance, Curtis twined your fingers together, his voice lowering as he murmured, "Can't say I blame them, you're gorgeous, especially in that dress."

You glanced down at the fitted wrap dress, smiling a little at the way it hugged your curves, emphasized them really. It's why you wore it, and just for Curtis, because you knew he loved it on you.

"Thank you," you murmured, peeking over at him from beneath your lashes.

At your suddenly shy demeanor–because you weren't the best at taking compliments–Curtis' nostrils flared. When his gaze strayed behind you, to the assholes at the next table, his jaw ticked. 

"Alright, let's go. Before I get arrested for murdering those two idiots with my bare hands."

You got a glimpse of one of them aiming his cell phone at you before Curtis was suddenly at your side and helping you from your stool. He tugged you against his body and shielded you from view as he quickly guided you through the bar and toward the exit. 

"Don't let them ruin a good night," you begged him softly as you both stepped outside and started the trek across the parking lot. 

Curtis' truck was parked all the way at the back, in the far corner, under a few trees sitting in the shadow of darkness. 

"I won't, I promise," he hummed, curling his arm over your shoulder as he tugged you even closer and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

Once you made it to his truck, Curtis unlocked the passenger side door, keeping you close when you went to climb inside. 

"But I'm not waiting until we get home to fill you with my cock, baby girl."

Your body instantly lit up, especially at that pet name, because Curtis usually only used it in the bedroom, when he was doing sinfully ruinous things to you. 

He chuckled when your breath caught, giving your ass a firm grope before patting you forward. "Go on, get up there and take off your panties."

"Curtis–" you glanced over your shoulder at him, noticing his eyes were darker than the shadows you stood in.

He dipped low and dropped a lingering kiss to your lips. "You had your fun watching the band, now it's my turn."

His grin was wicked as he helped you up into the truck before he was moving around it and climbing in the driver's seat beside you.

If there was one thing you loved about Curtis' vintage and fully restored pickup, it was the bench seat that made it easy to snuggle close to him when you were out together, or in this case, straddle his lap for some impromptu sex. 

"So good for me, baby girl," Curtis hummed as his big hands gripped your hips and shifted your body, until you were settling right over the bulge at the front of his jeans.

And then he was kissing you, but it was the kind of kissing that felt more like devouring, like all consuming possession.

You could feel it in every frantic press of his lips against yours, hear it in every carnal groan as his tongue touched yours, Curtis' need for you.

He tugged at the tie of your dress, shaking the folds apart until your generous curves were bared to his ravenous gaze.

Groaning, Curtis leaned close, his mouth kissing and nipping along your skin as his hands cupped your breasts and squeezed until you were whining and making the kind of sweet, wanting sounds that had his cock aching. 

"You're so fucking beautiful," he breathed, curling his finger in the front of your bra and tugging, until your hard nipple popped free and he could get his mouth on it.

Moaning, you rocked against him, arching your back and giving Curtis better access to love on your chest with his mouth, your hand rounding his head as your fingers played against the soft scruff of his buzzcut.

Once you were begging for him, Curtis' hand dipped between your thighs, making you gasp as your forehead dropped to his and your avid gazes met. 

Curtis' fingers drew along your bare, slick-soaked cunt, as he purred, "This is my pussy, isn't that right, honey?"

"Yeah," you nodded, rocking your hips and trying to get his fingers inside of you. "Please."

He hummed, his hand moving higher, until his palm was warming the curve of your stomach as Curtis nipped at your bottom lip. "And this is my sweet, soft belly, all mine to fill with my cream, until you're dripping me for days."

"God," you whined at that visual, needing him inside of you more than ever. "Do it, fill me up,  make me yours."

Groaning, Curtis worked open the front of his jeans, eyes like two deep, dark pools of desire as he lined himself up with one hand and used the other to grip your waist and pull you down into the rut of his hips. 

"Fuck, that's it," he moaned, rocking up against you until your sharp gasp let him know he was balls deep and filling you up just like you wanted.

And just like he needed. 

All of Curtis' usual finesse was nowhere to be found as he fucked you, his head thrown back and his lips parted as he groaned and pounded into you from below, consumed with the need to feel you, to have you, to possess you entirely.

Sliding a hand up your throat, Curtis gripped lightly and tugged you close, catching your mouth is a steamy kiss before he commanded you to, "Make yourself cum, baby girl, cause I'm close and I wanna feel you squeeze my cock."

Whimpering, you dropped a hand between your legs, fingers circling your clit hard until you were cumming with a throaty keen as you writhed in Curtis' lap. 

"Mmm, so fucking good for me," he husked, and then he was hissing in pleasure as he shoved into you hard, his cock throbbing as he continued to rut into you and fill the deepest depths of your body with every last drop of his warm, sticky seed.

Curtis' grin was satisfied as he sank back against the seat, his hand rounding the fleshy curve of your hip and smoothing up your back. His touch found the nape of your neck and he tugged you close, nuzzling your nose with his before his lips were working yours in a languid kiss. 

"Do you feel better now?" you whispered, smiling at Curtis' laugh and the way his eyes were twinkling at you. 

"How could I not after that? Fucking you and making you mine's my favorite thing in the world."

He groaned as you clenched around him, arms circling you tight and pulling you as close as possible. 

"You know I'm yours," you murmured as you sank against the warm, firm press of Curtis' body and tucked your face against the crook of his neck. "All of me, and most of all my heart."

"Only you could be this fucking sweet as you warm my cock," Curtis teased, making you giggle. "Love you, sweetheart."

"Love you, too," you sighed happily, eyes fluttering as you nosed along Curtis' skin and breathed him in, feeling so safe and secure and wanted in his arms. 

Knowing, without the shadow of a doubt, that it was right where you belonged.

We love a softly feral babe in this hoe house ��

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AHHHHHHHHHHHH SIRI!!!! The way I pre-ordered this SO quick when I got the email! I’m so PROUD of you! You deserve this (and so much more that I am SURE is to come!!!!)

I cannot wait to mark this as “currently reading” on my Goodreads (even thought it’ll be the umpteenth time I read it 😅) and make sure everyone who follows me there knows they HAVE to read this!

CONGRATS, BABE!!!! Yayyyyy!!!!!

Pssst! Guess what?!

My sweet, beautiful friends!!!!

I am so freakin' over the moon excited to announce that you can now pre-order the Necessary Arrangements ebook!!

Click here to pre-order your digital copy so that you're one of the first to receive the ebook when it releases on Friday, October 27th!

(Some tips on ordering: you need to purchase through a web browser, either on your phone or computer, as you can no longer purchase Kindle ebooks on the Kindle or Amazon apps. Also! You do not need an actual Kindle to read the ebook, you can download the Kindle app for free on your device and read it there. I have it on my phone and it’s so convenient and pretty!)

Oh em geeee, I am not even exaggerating when I tell you that I have dreamt about this day and this book release for ages. If you've followed me for a while, and you were with me on Tumblr when this story started out as a fanfic, then you know how quickly and how hard I fell in love with it.

Since then, it's evolved into so much more than a fanfic - it's a layered, heart-felt, pulse-pounding, panty-ruining original story that I am so incredibly proud of.

My very first ebook, y'all 🥹

And I couldn't have done it without you. Your encouragement, hoe spirals, pterodactyl screeching, and enormous amounts of love is what drove me to write this story from start to finish and now share it with the world.

So thank you, my sweet, beautiful loves. I appreciate you so much more than I can express. ❤️

I have lots of fun activities and posts planned to lead up to and celebrate the release of Necessary Arrangements, so stay tuned, and be sure to pre-order your copy before the ebook drops on October 27th!

Sending you so much love and infinite gratitude ❤️🙏🏻

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Yessss!!! Mr. Barracuda has arrived!!! I loved this when it was on your membership site and I love it just as much now! Floofy, doting Andy may be my favorite Andy 😍 (ugh now I need to re-read NA for the millionth time)

Another home run I can’t wait to keep reading, Siri! Thank you for sharing with us all ♥️

The Barracuda

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,437 Summary: Your new boss has quite the reputation. Warnings: Explicit language. AU. CEO!Andy. Obnoxious coworkers. Maaaaybe inappropriate boss/employee relations but we stan.

A/N: Here's another new verse for us to play in 😍 I know for those of you who joined my membership site, y'all were frothing over this verse, so enjoy!! 😘

You didn't know much about Andy Barber.

You knew he was your new boss. You knew he was a high powered CEO. 

And you may have heard some of your new coworkers throw around the word "ruthless" when describing him.

Apparently they called him "The Barracuda" because he was known to tear people to shreds, both rivals and those who worked for him alike.

So, to say that you, his new executive assistant, were nervous to finally meet him was the epitome of an understatement.

Especially since you heard through the grapevine that you were Andy's fourth executive assistant this year alone. In fact, you had barely been in the office an hour before the gossip started flowing your way.

And some of it about you. 

People were actually placing bets on how long you would last, and how long it would take for Andy to make you cry.

You hadn't even met him yet, having done your interviews with HR, and although you were quiet by nature, you were damn good at your job.

And you would show these frothing-for-a-show assholes what you were capable of.

You already had a fresh cup of coffee waiting for Andy when he arrived, as well as his upcoming meeting agendas, and the top priority emails in his inbox flagged. 

When Andy first saw you, you were giving a disapproving look to some of the nasty accounting hags who were lingering at the end of the hall to catch the show.

You were beautiful, your smile genuine but reserved as you turned to him and introduced yourself, extending your hand for a shake.

Andy was good at reading people, and he could see a shine of nervousness in your unwavering gaze, but he saw determination too. 

And your hand was so soft and small in his when he shook it.

For some reason, it was natural in the moment–with you–to smile as he greeted you, distantly aware of the stunned gasps and chattering of the onlookers down the hall as he did so.

When both you and Andy turned to them with disapproving looks at the same time before catching each other’s gazes and sharing a surprised look of amusement, Andy couldn't help but speak his thoughts out loud:

“You know, I think this might just work. I think I’ve finally met my match.”

Your reply only solidified his hunch about you:

“I look forward to proving you right.”

And that quiet murmur of confidence, along with the playful sparkle in your eyes? 

It earned you another smile from Andy, and another startled gasp of disbelief from the onlookers down the hall.

From there, you and Andy settled into a routine.

He didn't treat you so much like his executive assistant as his partner and confidante.

He was professional, of course, but kind, certainly much kinder than he was with your coworkers. And Andy was playful, which was a nice surprise, the way you discovered his quiet sense of humor.

But he also took his work–and his company–very seriously.

And you were always there to support him with whatever he needed. 

Not only did Andy trust you, but he found you incredibly reliable, which is why, when a few months down the road, you called out sick for the first time, he was immediately concerned. 

Andy was so concerned, in fact, that he showed up at your place with a shopping bag filled with all the cold/flu essentials he could find, and then some. 

You looked so confused and sleepily startled as you answered the door, that Andy almost felt bad for disturbing you.

But then his eyes were wandering without his permission, and he realized that it was the first time he had ever seen you dressed down, wearing leggings, an oversized sweater, and fuzzy socks with cartoon cats on them that had his features softening. 

Especially when you let out a pathetic cough-sniffle combo before greeting him. "I'm sorry for calling out today–"

"Oh no, please don't be," Andy immediately waved off your apology. "It's…probably a little strange that I'm here, which I'm only now realizing."

He chuckled, embarrassed and glancing away as he ruffled a hand through his hair. His cheeks had a rosy hue to them once his gaze found yours again, and you smiled as you teased, "Just can't survive a whole day without me, huh?"

Andy laughed. "Definitely not." He held up the shopping bag in his hand. "And I thought that maybe…I could take care of you for once?"

"Oh." You blinked, feeling a new kind of warmth rise to the surface of your cheeks–one that had nothing to do with your fever–as you realized that it had been a very long time since anyone had taken care of you.

At your hesitation, Andy faltered, his face going very serious as he murmured, "Or maybe I should just leave? It's fine, I probably should have called or texted first–"

"No!" you rushed to assure him. "It's just…unexpected, but very much appreciated."

Andy's lips quirked up into a tentative smile. "Yeah?"

You nodded. "Yeah. Besides, I wouldn't want to get fired for disappointing you, I've heard about your reputation, Mr. Barracuda."

A surprised laugh fell from Andy's lips, his eyes crinkling in the corners, and your belly swooped its delight at his response. 

"Come in," you murmured, stepping back and gesturing Andy inside. "And excuse the mess, I've been sleeping most of the day."

Andy glanced around your home curiously, noting that to you, "the mess," meant some balled up tissues on your coffee table and a throw blanket draped haphazardly on your sofa where you'd obviously been laying when he knocked at your door.

Otherwise, your home was immaculate and very well decorated and organized, which didn't surprise him one bit.

"Why don't you point me to the kitchen," he said. "I'm going to make you a pot of my mother's chicken noodle soup from scratch. When I was a kid, she used to make it for me whenever I was sick and it always made me feel better."

Feeling another flutter in your belly, you pointed through the doorway across the living room. "Just through there."

Smiling, Andy nodded before heading that way, and after a moment, you followed, pointing out where all the essentials were so he was set up for culinary success.

As he began to rinse and cut up the vegetables, you lingered, appreciating the picture Andy painted as he took over your kitchen. His suit jacket was long gone, and his shirt sleeves were rolled up, displaying those flexing arm muscles you always tried your best to staunchly ignore while working with him at the office.

He paused, his concerned gaze flickering up to yours. "Why don't you go relax? It'll take me a while to get this going, and I'm sure you could use the rest."

"Okay," you didn't move though, biting your bottom lip before whispering, "Thank you, Andy."

He nodded, giving you another small smile before watching as you turned and disappeared from sight. Andy stared at the empty doorway for a moment before shaking himself, brows furrowing as he turned his attention back to the ingredients and got to work.

A few hours later, you were once again dozing on the sofa. 

Your belly was warm and full from Andy's incredible soup and your head was in his lap with no recollection of how it had gotten there–let alone any worries about decorum with your boss–because you were so loopy from the cold meds and your fever that all of your inhibitions were gone.

But you were aware enough to show him your gratitude, again, murmuring another quiet, "Thank you," before snuggling closer to him and shivering.

"You're welcome," Andy whispered back, gazing down at you and feeling soft as your cheek rested against his thigh. 

He pressed the back of his hand to your forehead to check your temperature, frowning at the abnormally warm state of your skin before tugging the blanket up higher until your shivering subsided and you were sighing your content in your sleep. 

And then, as if his hand had a mind of its own, Andy's touch wandered. 

His gaze was avid as his fingers gently traced the shell of your ear, then down the slope of your jaw before finding its way back up along your face. His knuckles caressed your cheek and he felt something flutter in his chest when your nose twitched and your lips curled, just a little, at his touch.

And that’s the moment Andy knew…

Oh boy, was he in trouble.

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Ohhhhhh Siri.... You did it AGAIN! I knew this universe would be everything and yet, you still find a way to exceed my expectations!

Jake and Reader are everything 😍😍 two hot nerds who fuck like no one's business?! YES, PLEASE! And they were so damn sweet and hot - l'm so in love with them already!

And now we're throwing Ari in there?! 😮‍💨😮‍💨 keep an eye out on your inbox, I'm sending you the receipt for ALL my ruined panties, woman!

Brave once again! Thank you for sharing your talents with us!!! Can't wait to see what else you have for us in this glorious universe!

Liaison

Pairing: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader; Ari Levinson x same Fem!Reader (eventually, this first part is Jake x Reader) Word Count: 7,050 Summary: Your new client is the sweetest puppy in existence, and you're officially obsessed. Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. AU. Escort!Reader. Sex work. Jake is kind of a shy, awkward disaster and we stan. Hand job. Titty fucking. Cum eating. Oral sex (m & f receiving). Unprotected sex. Fluff and banter.

A/N: Are y'all ready for the next part (and pairing+) in the Pick Your Pleasure verse?! If you're new to this verse, be sure to read the first part for Ransom here. Hoe'kay, go on and get your hoe vibes on! 😘Also, sorry in advance about your ruined panties! 😈

You settled into your seat, glancing around the fanciest restaurant you had ever stepped foot in as you grinned for all you were worth. 

Tonight was going to be a good night, you could feel it. 

"Uh, is this alright?"

Your gaze landed on your newest client and date as he nervously tugged at his tie across the table from you. He looked a little out of his element as his eyes flickered around the restaurant looking as unsure as you looked confident.

You rarely got to indulge in shy guys, especially ones that looked like Jake Jensen. 

He was a grade A babe. 

Tall and stacked with muscles with the kind of biceps you dreamt about curling around your neck in the heat of the moment. His blond hair was short and mussed in an endearing way and although his goatee was a little early 2000s for you, it worked for him. Besides, it was his eyes that really drew you in, bright blue and kind behind his thin-framed glasses.

"What?" you replied to his question, giving him a bright smile.

Jake's eyes met yours and his own smile was hesitant. "The restaurant? I've never been here before, but I heard it was really nice and reservations book out like a year in advance, which is usually a good sign and…"

His words died away as a rosy flush worked its way up from his collar, crawling up the expanse of his thick neck before reaching his cheeks. 

"And what?" you encouraged, grinning now as you leaned forward, resting your chin in your hand, and waited for him to elaborate.

"I dunno," he cleared his throat, shrugging his huge (and impressive) shoulders up to his ears before ruffling his hair. "I guess…maybe…I uh, just wanted to impress you and make you feel special."

"Ohhh," you gushed, resisting the urge to pounce on him. "You are outrageously sweet."

Jake's flush grew more rosy as he chuckled awkwardly before glancing away. And then, as if he couldn't keep his eyes off of you (which, who could blame him, you looked hot as fuck in your short fluttery dress), he was meeting your gaze once more. 

"I'm not great at dating," he confessed on a whisper.

Your face softened and your desire to pounce on him morphed into a desire to cuddle him. 

Apparently Jake Jensen was just a big, muscly teddy bear, and you were here for it. 

As an escort, your usual fare consisted of older business men or arrogant trust fund playboys, you rarely got to spend time with someone who was genuinely sweet and seemed so adorably flustered.

"I will be the judge of that, mister," you told him at last. "And besides, you're doing pretty well so far."

Jake brightened at your genuine smile.

"Yay me." He pumped his hands at either side of his head in a silly celebratory dance that made you giggle.

"So," you plucked the fancy linen napkin from the table and arranged it in your lap before leaning back across the table and focusing all of your attention on Jake. "Tell me about your work. You're in tech, right?"

"Uh, yeah. I dabble here and there."

It seemed automatic, the way Jake's gaze dropped away as he spoke about his work, and it had you instantly intrigued, and suspicious. 

Narrowing your eyes, you dug your phone from your purse, googling Jake's name as he sat right across from you. 

As the search results filled your screen, your mouth dropped open and you gasped, your wide eyes shooting back to Jake as you pointed a playfully accusatory finger at him.

"You, sir, are either a liar or suuuuper modest." Pursing your lips, you studied Jake for a moment, noting the way he was squirming in his seat and blushing again. "I'm going with the latter." 

Glancing back at your phone, you scrolled through some of the results, growing more and more impressed the more you read. Finally, you put your phone into sleep mode and dropped it back into your purse, returning your full attention to the man sitting across from you.

"So, you're a bajillionaire, huh? You have three tech companies and sold a bunch of others. You're some kind of genius."

"I'm not, I just…" Jake fumbled for an answer. "I've just profited off of being a big nerd."

"How come you were keeping your identity a secret?" you asked, not irritated in the least, just genuinely curious.

Jake grinned at your word choice, seeming a little more relaxed as he laughed. "You make it sound like I'm a superhero or something."

"Ohhh, are you? Let me google you 2.0…" you teased, smiling as Jake laughed again.

He had a great laugh.

"I dunno, I feel like there's this…stereotype?" He brushed a hand over his hair, which you were realizing was a nervous tick of his. "And I'm not it. I really am just a normal guy. I like gaming and inappropriate graphic t-shirts and taking things apart and trying to put them back together again."

"What about sex?" you smirked.

"Of course I like that, too!" Jake blurted without thinking, and now it was your turn to laugh.

"No," you drew out the word, leaning further across the table as you let your gaze dip from Jake's face and down his broad chest, until he was squirming again. "I mean, what are you into sex wise?"

When your eyes returned to Jake's, he was as red as a tomato but also full on gaping at you, which had you giggling all over again.

"Come on," you cajoled. "Give me something. One naughty crumb."

"I uh…" Jake licked his lips, glancing away. When his gaze returned to you, it dropped from your face for the first time since he initially gave you a onceover when he picked you up at the start of the evening. "Boobs."

Your face lit up at his answer. "Oh my god, tell me more right now."

"I just…really love boobs." Jake shrugged, struggling to meet your avid gaze as that blush of his reheated his cheeks.

You could barely suppress a coo at how fucking cute he was, and yeah, it was official: you wanted to eat Jake Jensen alive, and then some.

Instead, you played it cool, reining yourself in. 

One, because you truly didn't want to make Jake uncomfortable, and two, because you just knew you'd get to the good stuff eventually.

And you were beyond sure that it would be worth the wait.

"Well, I will just need to keep that in mind for later this evening," you winked at him, smiling warmly at the waiter as he appeared beside your table. 

And the entire time you ordered your drink, you were completely aware of the way Jake was gaping at you and shifting in his seat before finally stuttering his own drink order to the server. 

"Wow!" you breathed as you stepped past Jake and into his top-floor penthouse.

It was huge and stunning, with a modern, industrial vibe and stray bits of fanboy memorabilia and decor that had you grinning as you rushed across the living room to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Your eyes were big as you stared out at the glittering landscape of L.A., just able to make out some of the other buildings in the city's center as the evening grew darker and darker with each passing minute. 

"I bet this view is stunning during the day," you chirped, turning on your heel and shooting Jake a soft smile. 

He was fidgeting again, looking a little embarrassed as his fingers drew through his hair and he struggled to meet your admiring gaze. 

"Yeah, it's uh, really something. I've seen some gorgeous sunsets."

"Oh my god, I bet you have." You turned back to the window, nearly pressing your nose to the glass to drink in all you could from this high up. 

It was like you were a goddess, looking out on your lands or something, and a view that you could definitely get used to.

"I couldn't imagine having a home like this," you sighed wistfully. "I mean, my place is pretty okay, but L.A. is fucking expensive so it's tiny, you know?" You turned back to him, wondering aloud, "Do you have other properties, too? Do you travel a lot for work?"

"Uh sometimes," Jake shrugged, loosening his tie with a relieved sigh. "I probably don't travel as much as I should, so I'm based here most of the time, but I also have places in Chicago, New York, Boston, and D.C. And then a few vacation properties sprinkled all around…"

Jake trailed off as he caught sight of your O_O face. 

"Heh, uh, sorry. Was that gross? I wasn't trying to brag–"

"No!" you rushed to assure him. "Just, damn, Jake Jensen. You're living the life."

"Oh nooo," Jake chuckled, shaking his head as his blush reappeared for the first time since dinner. "I'm really just so…average. I swear."

"I think you're much more than average," you murmured, slowly moving closer to him. "You just don't know it." You gently gripped his tie and undid it, sliding it from his shirt collar, your eyes snapping up to his as you whispered, "Yet."

Lips quirking, you carefully undid the first few buttons of Jake's shirt, suppressing a grin as you heard his breath catch at your proximity and touch. 

"You look uncomfortable in this," you teased, curling your finger into the top of his starched button up shirt and giving it a tug.

Jake licked his lips, blinking owlishly as he processed your words, his gaze falling down to where you were softly petting his chest. "Uh, yeah, I don't really do suits. I was gonna wear a graphic tee under my jacket but I dunno, I just wanted to…impress you."

His last two words were said so quietly that you wouldn't have heard them if you weren't standing so close. 

"I am very impressed by you," you told him, leaning into him and tipping your face up to catch his eyes with yours. "And it's not really the suit or the penthouse or your eight hundred other properties." You grinned as Jake huffed a laugh. "It's you. You're very sweet, and it's been a long time since I've met a guy who was just…kind."

"Dunno if that's saying much, I always hear that nice guys finish last," Jake tried to smile but it was more of a grimace, his eyes going a little distant as he murmured, "Guess that's also been my experience with women, hence the bad at dating thing."

"Well, it won't be your experience with me," you purred.

And then you kissed him.

You slid your hands against Jake's face, got a split-second glimpse of his wide eyes and parted lips, and then you were pressing your mouth to his and grinning at the choked sound of surprise that huffed against your lips.

Once his shock wore off, Jake was all in, kissing you back urgently, quiet hums and groans spilling from his lips in between kisses. His hand was huge and soft against your cheek as he cradled your face, letting you lead as he enjoyed going along for the ride and pressed as close as humanly possible so he could feel your body against his.

It was such a small, random thing - the way Jake's touch drifted and he gently rubbed your earlobe between his thumb and pointer finger, but for some reason that touch had your body lighting up and the feral switch flipping in your brain.

He seemed startled by your throaty moan and the way you deepened the kiss, gasping against your lips as your tongue frantically sought his before you were humming at the flavor of him and feeling him grow hard against your belly. 

You pulled away only when oxygen truly became an issue, staying close and playing with the soft hair at Jake's nape as he stared at you with wide eyes and whispered a quiet, "Wow."

Laughing, you straightened, your eyes dark and twinkling as you watched him for a moment, and then asked, "Have you ever fucked against the windows?"

Jake nearly swallowed his tongue. "What?"

You giggled at his scandalized look. "Really? It never crossed your mind?"

He slowly shook his head. "No, I mean…they're reflective on the outside, so no one can see inside anyway."

"I'm going to pretend that you didn't just say that and ruin my fun," you pouted, grabbing Jake's hands, walking backward toward the windows, and tugging him with you. "I feel like a little exhibitionism would be good for you, Jakey, even if it's fake."

"Uh…"

"It's okay, I'll ease you into it." Your grin was wicked as you stopped when you felt the cool glass of the windows at your back. 

You released Jake's hands and unzipped your dress, shimmying out of it and kicking it away. You nearly preened at the way Jake's features instantly went slack at the sight of you in your pretty lace lingerie set, giving him a moment to enjoy the view before you unhooked your bra and tossed that aside, too.

"Oh, my god," Jake whispered, his big hands twitching at his sides as your bare breasts jiggled with your movements. 

"Touch me, Jake," you murmured, reaching for his wrists and guiding his hands up to your chest. "That's why we're here, so you can enjoy yourself, enjoy me."

Jake was quiet as he shifted closer to you, seemingly at a loss for words, but his eyes were serious and shadowed with a hint of concern as he looked at your face, like he was checking for any hint of you not wanting this. 

You knew he found none, because hot dayum, did you want this, want him.

"Please touch me," you begged softly, sagging back against the windows and arching your back so your breasts jutted out.

It was an invitation Jake couldn't resist, his hands lifting and gently groping you, testing the weight of one breast in each hand as he gave a shaky exhale and pressed in as close as possible, right up against you before his head was dipping and he was kissing you this time. 

You moaned as his hands gave a firmer squeeze, squirming against Jake and licking into his mouth as you pressed your thighs together. When his fingers found your hard, achy nipples and twisted, you whined, startling Jake to the point that he jerked and pulled away, making you laugh. 

"Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry!" he blustered.

"It's fine," you giggled, tugging him back against you. "It felt good. Keep going."

Jake blinked at you before slowly nodding, his lust-blown gaze dropping to your breasts and lingering as his hand raised and reached for you but paused as you told him to wait. 

"Take this off," you directed, yanking on the front of his jacket. 

Jake acquiesced your demand, quickly shrugging out of his jacket and flinging it behind him, uncaring as it knocked a lamp off of one of the end tables. 

"Oh no–" you started, glancing over his shoulder in concern, but Jake shifted to fill your vision. 

"It's fine," he muttered, palm sliding against your cheek so he could kiss you some more as his free hand continued to play with your chest. 

In between languid kisses and his wandering hands, you managed to get Jake out of his button up, too, and you had to press a hand to his firm as fuck chest to break the kiss for a moment, just so you could enjoy the view of his incredible body. 

"Jesus Christ," you huffed, your hands wandering over his chest now, feeling all along his hard, cut muscles and the fair hair peppering his pecs and tapering down his stomach. "Jake! You are a literal dream, my god." Your eyes narrowed as you met his shy gaze and vowed, "I'll make sure you believe it by the end of the night."

And then you were on him, practically climbing Jake like a tree to the extent that he oofed against your mouth as you kissed him and shoved him back toward the sofa. 

Jake let out another startled noise as you pushed him until he collapsed against the plush sofa cushions, watching with wide eyes as you straddled his lap, twined your arms around his neck, gave him a sweet smile, and then reeled him in for another round of thorough, frantic kisses.  

When your hand began to wander, trailing down Jake's chest and stomach until your fingers were dancing along the edge of his pants, he groaned against your mouth, his big body shifting restlessly beneath you. 

Grinning, you pulled away, giving his cherry pink kiss-swollen lips stray pecks and nips as you undid his belt and flicked open the button and fly of his slacks before dipping your hand inside.

"Oh god," Jake rasped when your hand finally closed around his cock. 

You moved in for some slow, sweet kisses, swallowing Jake's moans and gasps as your hand kept up its work and dug his cock free from his boxer briefs and pants. You couldn't resist a peek to see what you were working with, your grin so big and your eyes twinkling as you drank him in. 

"Of course you're hung like a fucking horse, too. Jesus Christ, I'm keeping you."

It was instant, the way Jake's face went beet red, the flush staining all the way down his neck to the top of his chest as he laughed and shook his head. 

His mouth gaped as you made a show of pulling your hand away and licking it, getting it good and wet with your spit before you were taking Jake's cock back into your grip and pulling the kind of moves that had his hips rutting and his head falling back as he moaned.

You hummed as his tip began to bead with pre-cum, spreading it all around and twisting your hand as you pumped his shaft, allowing your fingers to dance lower and tease along his balls, earning another throaty moan from Jake.

His head popped up, his eyes glazed as he met your impish gaze and panted, "Wow, you're really good at that."

"You have your skill set and I have mine," you replied, giving an eyebrow waggle that had Jake snorting with laughter. 

Your hand began to move slower, drawing out his pleasure–and your fun–and you leaned in for another kiss, smiling the whole time because you couldn't not.

"You're really pretty," Jake murmured as you pulled away. His face was so serious, his words beyond genuine–and innocent–as his fingers gently caressed along your face.  "You're beautiful. And you smell really good. And I'm really happy the agency matched me with you."

Your face softened and you had to swallow down the sudden lump in your throat, because you could actually see the relief and gratitude shining in Jake's eyes. 

"You're really sweet," you whispered, giving him a sweet peck before pulling away and smiling as you told him, "And built like some kind of super soldier and I'm totally here for it."

Jake grinned in delight. "You know about super soldiers?"

Biting your lip in a way that had Jake's cock jumping in your hand, you leaned in so he could feel the warmth of your words against his parted lips as you divulged, "You may not be the only nerd in residence, my dude."

Jake snickered, his eyes playfully narrowing as he quizzed you, "What's your favorite superhero movie?"

"It's a tie between The Dark Knight trilogy and Captain America 2," you answered without missing a beat.

Jake looked pleasantly surprised by your answer. "Okay, your nerd points are creeping up."

"S'not the only thing creeping up," you teased as his cock gave another twitch in your hand, hard and straining for attention. "You wanna fuck my tits?"

Jake choked on his spit at your sudden suggestion, making you giggle as he stuttered, "Uh…"

"Do these floor to ceiling windows extend to the bedroom?" you asked before he could actually answer.

Confused by the sudden change of subject, Jake's brows furrowed. "Yes?"

"Awesome!" You gave his cock one final pump before rising from his lap, taking Jake's hand, and yanking him to his feet. "Take me there."

Jake did so without question–or pause–and once you were in his bedroom, you backed him into the wall of windows, shedding your panties before sinking to your knees and taking his cock into your mouth. 

"Ohhhh my god," Jake gasped, his big hand shooting out to cradle the back of your head as you started to bob and suck and do some kind of tongue wizardry that had him going cross eyed. 

When you eagerly took him to the back of your throat and lingered, swallowing around him, Jaked hissed, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," and it had you humming before finally pulling away and gasping for air. 

Gripping his cock at the base, you made sure it was shining with your spit before leaning back, straightening on your knees, and cupping your tits with your hands. 

"Come on, handsome, fuck my tits. I know you'll love it."

"Hnnngh," Jake panted, blinking down at you and looking like he was having trouble computing your request.

Smirking, you waited patiently for his brain to catch up with reality, cooing praise at Jake when he finally gripped his own cock and guided it to your chest.

Despite the sinful nature of what you were doing, Jake was so careful as he eased himself between your tits, that you could have cried. 

He really was the sweetest man you had ever met.

And his groan when he gave his first hesitate rut between your tits? It was sin incarnate, and it had a flood of slick seeping out of your pussy and staining your thighs as you moaned in encouragement and egged Jake on.

Soon he was fucking your tits with abandon, gasping and groaning as his stomach muscles began to twitch and spasm.

"That's it, handsome, cum for me," you whispered, angling your face down and sticking out your tongue so you could lap at the crown of his cock every time it drove up between your breasts. "Cum all over me, Jake, I wanna be covered in you."

"Oh god," he rasped, one of his hands falling to your shoulder and gripping hard as he finally lost his rhythm and came with a shaky shout. 

"Mmm, that's it, give it to me," you sighed dreamily as the first warm, sticky burst of his cum splashed against the underside of your chin. Tipping your head back, you reveled in the feel of Jake's pleasure streaking all along your skin, his blissful groans and moans raining down around you in a perfect storm of unadulterated pleasure.

He nearly fell over you once he finished, his knees giving slightly as you laughed and helped to steady him back against the windows. 

You could tell Jake needed a moment, so you just shot him a wink and rose to your feet before moving toward his neatly made king-size bed and sprawling across it. 

Happily humming to yourself, you swiped Jake's cum from your skin, licking it off of your fingers and giving a devious grin at the choked sound that came from Jake. Rolling onto your side, you watched him–unwavering–as you continued to scoop his seed from your skin and suck it off of your fingertips as you looked him dead in the eye. 

His soft cock twitched against his thigh at the show you were putting on, and you grinned. Your skin was as clean as you were going to get it with your method of choice, so you turned your full attention back to Jake. 

"Are you a cuddler?" you asked him.

Jake blinked at you, owlish and still recovering. After a long moment of silence, that shy look of his returned as he finally straightened and raked his fingers over his wild hair. 

"Maybe."

Your grin grew. "I knew it. Get naked and get over here and hold me, you big pile of muscles."

Jake cracked a grin and did what he was told, discarding the rest of his clothes until he was as naked as you before slowly moving closer. 

"God, you really are unbelievably hot," you sighed in admiration as Jake made it to the edge of the bed and stood over you. 

"Thanks," he murmured, making you giggle as he hesitantly knelt on the mattress.

And then he was oofing as you yanked him closer, right on top of you, sliding your hands around his back and groping all along his flexing muscles as your legs spread wide and welcomed him against your warm, messy core.

Your mouth was on his before Jake could say a word, and you hummed in victory as his body finally relented and sank against your own. You kept your kisses slow and playful, enjoying learning the flavor of Jake's tongue and memorizing the feel of his soft, pillowy lips against yours. 

He was doing his random soft touches thing again, this time with his hand cradling your throat and his thumb unconsciously caressing back and forth against your skin, and it was the strangest thing to get you so riled, but it definitely did. 

Whining in desperation, you tilted your hips, rutting up against Jake's stomach as you eagerly sought some friction, some modicum of relief. Finally–impatiently–you shoved at his chest, wanting him to settle onto his back so you could ride him, but for the first time all night, Jake stopped you in your tracks.

You went still, your eyes wide as you asked, "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah!" he nodded quickly, lips tilting into a small smile before he gave a nervous laugh. He sounded so unsure as he said, "I just…want to eat you out? If you're okay with that?"

Your face instantly lit up. "Jesus, you're like the perfect man."

Jake's gaze instantly fell away, all shy and sweet as that rosy hue flooded his cheeks, and you resisted the urge to pounce on him all over again. Instead, you settled onto your back, shimmied out of your ruined panites, and flung them aside as you spread your legs wide. Then you gave him a toothy grin as you said, "Please, have at it."

And did he ever.

Once he had your permission, Jake showed zero hesitation at planting himself between your legs, tugging your pussy folds apart with his thumbs and tonguing up the slick-shined cut of you with an obscene groan of satisfaction.

"Of course you're amazing at this," you wisped, sagging back against the bed and tossing your arm over your eyes as you arched and keened at the way Jake was now lapping at your clit and teasing your quivering hole with his fingers. 

When his thumb took over loving on your little bundle of nerves so he could shove his tongue into your cunt, you nearly sprung off the bed, giving a cry that sounded very much like a sob as an unexpected orgasm tore through you. 

Pleasure rattled all along your body, from your cunt and rippling outward as you trembled and whined, your hand shooting down so you could fist Jake's hair in your fingers and press his face further into your cunt.

He groaned in delight as you rutted against him, his glasses askew and his jaw working double time as he pushed and flicked his tongue as deep and as quickly as he could. When he felt your thighs trembling around his head for the second time, he pulled back and shoved two thick fingers into your pussy, his mouth finding your clit and sucking until you were screaming his name and cumming all over again.

Only when you whined your overstimulation and tried to close your legs around his head did Jake finally relent, panting as he sagged against you. His cheek was warm as it rested on your still trembling thigh, his glasses foggy as he stared up the length of your body to try to meet your gaze.

But you were too busy still recovering, your body quivering with stray aftershocks as you dazedly blinked up at the ceiling and distantly pondered the meaning of life. 

After a few moments, you finally glanced down and found Jake's soft smile aimed your way. 

"Good?" he asked shyly. 

Hopefully.

"Good!?" you scoffed. "Try uh-mazing. Incredible. The best sexual experience of my life. A million out of ten, would ride again."

Instead of looking smug, like most men would in that moment, Jake looked endearingly happy and…a little surprised as he asked, "Really?"

And god, you wanted to fucking eat him all up.

"Hell yeah. Get up here, you sweet, sweet, puppy," you demanded. "God, I don't think I've ever gotten so lucky with a client."

"Isn't that kind of your job…getting lucky?" Jake quipped, looking pleased with himself at his own joke, especially when you let out a surprised laugh.

"Touche," you murmured, turning onto your side and waiting for Jake to mirror your position before you shimmied closer to him. 

You hitched your leg over his hip, tugging him in for some more kisses, smiling at his pleased purr when you pressed flush against him and he could feel your boobs against his bare chest. 

Soon his cock was hard and jutting against your stomach again, and you pulled away from the kiss so you could meet Jake's smokey gaze, not finding one ounce of nerves or shyness as your hand gripped his cock and guided it to your center.

You held his gaze, your mouth hovering over his as he slowly slid inside you, tasting your gasp against his lips as he rutted until he bottomed out and your lashes were fluttering because he was so deep and felt so good.

"God, Jake," you sighed, sliding your hand along the nape of his neck and tipping your face up for another kiss. "Make me feel you," you pleaded softly, canting your hips and rocking a little so he shifted even deeper inside of you. "Make me remember you."

Jake's features went soft as his eyes sparked with a kind of warmth and determination that had a shiver racing up your spine. His hand touched your hip, then skimmed around and lower, until he was palming your ass and tilting your hips just right.

When he started to move against you–inside of you–your eyes rolled back in your head. He felt incredible, his big, thick cock hitting every single sweet spot inside of you, many of which you were only now discovering for the very first time.

It was all the pretty sounds you were making that had Jake's desperation spiking and his pace picking up, and finally the sound of skin slapping started to echo around the room as he fucked you with enthusiasm, without relent.

He tore a breathy cry from your lips with each and every deep plunge of his cock, and when he grinded against you, rutting until he bottomed out and making you feel him so deep, you swore he would always be apart of you, you felt that coil deep within your center twist taut, just on the edge of snapping.

"Please," you gasped, whining as you rocked against Jake desperately, needy to a pathetic degree but not giving one single fuck, especially once Jake went at you harder and faster, just like you wanted. "Yes! Yes, just like that, please don't stop!"

"You're so pretty," Jake groaned, palming your cheek as he continued to shove inside of you over and over again. "God, you're so gorgeous, feel so good."

You came suddenly and with a delighted keen, your eyes slamming shut and head thrown back as a kind of pleasure you had never felt before erupted from the deepest depths of you and flooded through every inch of your body. 

"Fuck," Jake hissed as your cunt fluttered and clamped around him hard. 

He shoved you onto your back, his hips hammering into you as he chased his own end now, and just as your orgasm died down, his own ignited.

Jake groaned as he rutted into you with force, lingering as his cock throbbed and his cum spilled inside of you. Moaning he gave a few more jerky thrusts, pumping his hips until he was completely spent and collapsing on top of you, just as boneless as you were beneath him.

After a few moments of you both panting and catching your breath, Jake shifted so he wasn't crushing you, but stayed close, sprawled against your chest and nuzzling against the crook of your neck. 

"Hmmph, can't move," he declared on a sleepy murmur. 

You laughed as you played with his hair, your body just as thoroughly wrung out as his and all gooey and warm and blissfully sated. 

"Same," you whispered, your own eyes closing and staying that way as sleep called to you. 

And then a thought occurred to you–the memory of your promise from earlier in the evening–and you peeled your eyes open and gave Jake's hair a ruffle until he was sleepily blinking up at you.

"You are a dream boat, Jake Jensen," you told him with a soft smile, brushing a few wayward strands of hair from his eyes. "Do you believe me?"

Grinning, Jake nodded, looking so sweetly pleased as he replied, "Yeah, I believe you."

"Good, then my job here is done," you sighed, allowing your eyes to fall shut once more and smiling as you felt Jake press a gentle kiss to the side of your throat before settling against you and waiting for sleep to come and take you both.

"Hey!" Jake greeted as he slid into the booth. "Sorry I'm late. My morning work meeting ran over."

From across the table, his best friend, Ari Levinson, grinned goodnaturedly. "I'm surprised you could even fit me into your packed schedule at all, Mr. Sorry I'm Busy Again."

Jake's smile was bashful and he paused before replying as a waitress appeared beside their table and took their lunch order. 

"I really am sorry," Jake said once it was just the two of them again. "Work has just been crazy with our new launch coming up and…"

Ari's interest was immediately piqued at the way Jake glanced away and his cheeks gained a pink tinge to them.

"And…" Ari encouraged, grinning as he leaned across the table and eagerly waited for Jake to elaborate.

"I met someone. Kinda," Jake muttered, his blue eyes flickering to Ari then away again.

Ari was quiet for a moment, watching in amusement as his friend glanced all around the small, busy bistro in downtown LA. 

As Jake looked anywhere but at Ari.

"How do you kinda meet someone?" Ari asked.

"Well…" Jake hesitated. His blush grew darker as his eyes finally reconnected with Ari's and he leaned closer, his voice lowering as he confessed, "It's kind of her job, if you know what I mean…" 

Ari's eyebrows shot up, a slow, pleased smile curling across his full lips. 

"I may have taken your advice and checked out that agency you recommended," Jake continued.

"Good for you, man," Ari's smile was more genuine than teasing.

He knew that Jake struggled in the women department, which is why he had floated the idea of paid company for his friend to kind of get his feet wet and maybe gain a little confidence. 

"And you're focusing on one woman?" Ari asked, keeping the conversation light as he reached for his drink and took a sip.

"Yeah, I've seen her a few times now and she's…amazing," Jake gushed. "Beautiful. Funny. A closet nerd. A…sexual terror, my god."

Ari laughed at Jake's wide-eyed flabbergasted look. "She sounds like the perfect woman."

"She is," Jake nodded emphatically, his lips curling into a smile as he got this far away look in his eyes.

"So," Ari smirked, "A sexual terror, huh?"

Jake laughed, rubbing at the back of his neck as his blush renewed. "Yeah, like not to be gross or anything, or divulge too much, because I don't want to be that guy, but wow."

There was a moment of silence before Jake was smiling as big as Ari had ever seen and shaking his head. 

"I dunno how I got so lucky to match with her."

"Sounds like she's pretty lucky, too," Ari hummed. He chuckled at Jake's pleased look, thinking for a moment. "Would you be pissed if I booked her for an evening, on your referral, of course?"

Jake perked up at the idea, a smile tugging at his lips. "I think she'd really appreciate that! From what she's said, it sounds like her client list is kind of a mixed bag and she was so happy to meet someone nice, and I know you'd treat her well, too. She deserves that."

Grinning wryly, Ari shook his head. "You know what, Jake Jensen, sometimes you really do come across as way too good and pure for this world."

Scoffing, Jake rolled his eyes. "I'm just–"

"Being you," Ari finished. He watched his friend fondly for a moment, his features growing more serious. "Really though, you'd be okay with me requesting her? I don't want to step on your toes or anything. I'll happily back off if it makes you uncomfortable in any way."

"I appreciate that, man, but I really don't mind," Jake shrugged, reaching for his own drink. "It's her career and she's very good at it and I want her to be successful and taken care of." He took a drink before continuing, "Plus, you can tell me if she really is as amazing as I think she is or if I'm delusional."

Laughing, Ari sat back in his seat, tapping his fingers against the tabletop as he replied, "Well, why don't you reach out to her to see if she's taking on new clients, and if she is, let her know you have a referral." 

He paused, watching as Jake pulled out his phone to text you, a mischievous gleam lighting in his eyes.

"But don't tell her too much about me," Ari urged. "Let's leave a little bit of mystery."

You couldn't stop smiling as you rode the elevator up to your newest client's penthouse.

You honestly could not believe your luck. 

You'd been an escort for years, and while you had been mildly successful, enough to live a comfortable lifestyle without too many ick or snorefest clients, in the last month alone, you had simply hit the jackpot with Jake Jensen.

You adored him to be honest, and now he was doing you a major solid by referring one of his friends to you, too!

Smirking as the elevator dinged its arrival to the correct floor, you stepped into the hallway and smoothed down the front of your short, sexy dress.

You couldn't wait to blow another sweet goober's mind, because if Jake's friend was anything like Jake himself, you were gonna have two unbelievable sweet puppies on your hands.

Strutting down the hall to the last apartment, you adjusted your tits until you were rocking your deep plunge bra and the low cut of your dress. 

Then you knocked on the door and waited.

When it opened, your seductive smile froze on your face.

Because it was not a sweet goober standing opposite of you. 

It was a greek fucking god.

Ari Levinson looked like someone had waved a magic wand over a book about Greek gods and he just popped off the page and appeared before you in real life in all his tall, broad, beefcake glory.

"Uh…I'm not sure if I have the right apartment," you laughed nervously.

Your eyes dipped from Ari's handsome face and down the length of his impressive body, lingering on the way his light denim shirt was unbuttoned nearly halfway, giving you tantalizing peeks of firm, golden skin and dark chest hair, and all the way down to his bare feet, a detail that was so weirdly intimate it made your pussy clench. 

Ari spoke your name in a voice that sounded like sin personified - all deep and gravelly and once against making your cunt jump to attention.

"Yes," you nearly stuttered, still unable to process how this night was turning out. And you just needed to confirm that, "You're Ari?"

"Sure am," Ari's grin was lazy as he leaned against the door frame, looking incredibly amused by the way he was obviously throwing you for a loop. 

"The Ari who is Jake Jensen's best friend?" you pressed.

Like an idiot.

This man had you acting like a straight up fool and you hadn't even entered his home  yet.

"Guilty as charged."

"You…aren't what I expected," you finally admitted on a near-whisper.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Ari asked playfully.

You smiled, laughing a little. "I guess I just assumed all of Jake's friends were a bunch of D&D playing nerd bombers. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but you're just…wow."

The grin that curled Ari's lips was so wicked–and sinfully delighted–that you pressed your thighs together without even thinking. 

The fact that this man that you had known for all of two minutes was already having such an effect on your body–and on your pussy–should have worried you. 

But it didn't. 

It fucking thrilled you to bits.

"Well," Ari purred, straightening and towering over you before stepping aside and gesturing you into his home. "Why don't you come in and see if the book's as good as the cover?"

You giggled at his word play, teasing him right back with a, "Yeah, that's definitely what I'm here for, the plot."

Smirking, Ari held out one of his big hands for you. His eyes warmed–ignited really–as he watched you, his gaze glinting with challenge and sending a shiver down your spine as you gently placed your hand in his and let him tug you inside his home to get your evening together started.

AHHHHHH! When I tell you I am already head over heels in love with this iteration of Jake. He is the sweetest, most sunshiniest of bois and I just need to go ugly cry in the corner about him. 

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Ehem… just one second *deep inhale* EEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK *and exhale*

S I R I!!!!! Handsome Ransom does things to my heart (and my panties 😏) and this was just perfection. UGGGHHHHHH! I love how Ransom tried so hard to stay stern and grumpy but how can you when reader is so gorgeous and hot and sweet?!

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Conquest

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader Word Count: 8,084 Summary: You were no one really, just an escort - a hot, curvy little piece that Ransom couldn't wait to annihilate. And then you arrived with your warm gaze and genuine smile, your playful quips and soft affection, and, well, Ransom's plan goes to shit. Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. AU. Smol!curvy!escort!Reader. Sex work. Oral sex (m receiving). Eye contact kink. Soft!dom vibes. Vaginal fingering. Praise kink. Unprotected sex. Kindness kink (I'm making it a thing LOL). Ransom is emotionally constipated (our favorite!) but also a secretly soft boi, just for you 🥺

A/N: Omg. Oh my god. It's happening!

Prepare yourself for this new Pick Your Pleasure verse, because we have a lot more pairings and stories to come. And cum 😘 I'm so ecstatic to be back and to be writing and sharing with you again. I hope you enjoy this, and please do take a moment once you ::ahem:: finish to drop a hoe some feedback! Love you! Enjoy! ❤️

Ransom Drysdale knew exactly what he wanted. 

He was strategic in planning for tonight, in fact. Him. Someone who never put much effort into anything ever.

Because he didn't need to.

Being a spoiled, infamous trust fund prick definitely had its perks.

But put in effort he did, because Ransom was in a mood.

He had a particular itch to scratch and it wasn't gonna be fulfilled by the usual fare he was often surrounded by. 

Ransom was so fucking sick of the vapid, grating pick me socialites that usually hung off his arm and occupied his bed. 

Well, until he was done with them. Then he'd unceremoniously throw them out without one single regret.

Maybe even a little (okay, a lot) of glee.

In fact, Ransom was known to smirk and laugh when women got really offended at being so heartlessly dismissed once he got what he wanted.

But tonight? 

Tonight he wanted something other than the stick-thin, cosmetically altered influencer wannabes who filled his inner circle. 

Ransom wanted someone petite that he could toss around a bit. Someone he could overpower and own. He wanted someone curvy, with a body that would occupy his greedy, wandering hands just as much as his bed.

Tonight, Ransom wanted to indulge.

And he wanted to decimate.

So rather than go out on the town and try to catch what he was looking for, he logged into his account with Pick Your Pleasure, an elite escort agency that almost all of his peers–hell, even his father and uncle–had been known to use a time or two. 

He typed in a few search terms and began to scroll through the results, his blue eyes glittering and his lips quirking into a smirk as your pretty face graced his screen. 

Ransom clicked on your profile, completely bypassing your bio and interests for your photos instead. He licked his lips at the generous curve of your chest and the petite little package you presented. 

Already envisioning all the ways he was going to ruin you, it took Ransom a moment to realize that your photos weren't even that racy, not compared to the other escorts on this site at least. 

You looked almost…sweet.

Groaning, because that made him want to fucking destroy you even more, Ransom shifted in his seat, feeling his cock twitch as he drank in the final picture of you. 

You were standing at what looked like a carnival, holding a cone of cotton candy and laughing in a way that lit up your whole face.

Realizing he was staring, Ransom shook himself, frowning as he quickly filled out the online request form and booked you for tonight.

And if he spent the rest of the day leading up to your time together recalling that carnival photo of you instead of the one where your tits were nearly spilling out of your dress, well, he would never actually admit to it. 

Ever.

You walked across the lobby of one of the most luxurious hotels in Boston, your gait confident and swift despite your three-inch stiletto heels. 

It came to you quite suddenly, the memory of the first time you put on a pair of shoes like this. It was four years ago and the day before your first client session in this new and intimidating–and some would say scandalous–line of work.

You could barely take a few steps before nearly snapping your ankle, and yet, somehow, some way, you had learned the ropes. You had crafted this persona - a sweet and sexy woman who was all about providing good company and undeniable pleasure.

Never in a million years would you have thought you would become an escort.

You.

Those who knew you growing up would have pegged you for a future teacher or maybe even a nurse - the type of profession that allowed you to help others, like you craved, while also protecting that quieter nature of yours, and your soft heart.

Hell, those had been careers you considered yourself once upon a time, before accidentally tumbling head first into the world of sex work. 

And while, yes, it was definitely a career that was outside of the norm and often frowned upon, it also gave you the opportunity to do what you always wanted, what you were good at - take care of others.

Just in a different, more intimate way than most people were used to. 

You blinked back to the present moment as the elevator dinged and the shiny, gold doors slid open. 

Stepping inside the small space, you pressed the button for the 28th floor, feeling nervous butterflies take flight in your belly as you began your ascent.

Although you were a fairly seasoned escort, you still always got a little anxious before a meetup, especially with a new client.

You never really knew what you were in for, and at the same time, your clients were all quite similar - lonely men, usually in their 40s or 50s, who were just looking for some company and a decent fuck.

You could give them both, and then some.

Sure, you weren't saving lives, but you liked to think that you were helping others in your own unconventional way.

Another melodic chime sounded as the elevator reached its destination, and soon you were standing before room 2848 and taking a deep breath to quell the butterflies wreaking havoc on your insides.

Exhaling slowly and shaking some of the tension from your frame, you knocked on the door before allowing a smile to curl your lips.

You never quite mastered the seductress thing, unable to shake your air of genuine kindness. "Sweetness incarnate," your manager had grimaced when she first met you, and yet…it seemed to work, for both you and your clients, at least according to your bank account.

The door before you opened and stopped your thoughts in their tracks, and you couldn't quite hide your look of surprise as your new client, Ransom Drysdale, loomed over you. 

He was…beautiful.

It was the only word you could think of to both accurately describe him and do him justice. 

Tall, lean, his shoulders broad beneath his expensive maroon sweater. His skin was fair and perfect, his light brown hair thick and expertly swept away from his face. He had lips that were so pink and plump you felt a stir of envy in your gut, but it was his eyes that really drew you in. 

They were the brightest blue you had ever seen, but guarded. You saw a flash of desire as he unabashedly checked you out, his gaze taking it's time roving over the length of you, but when his face tilted and his eyes met yours, they were so shuttered and aloof that in the moment, you made it your personal mission to break down his walls, just a little.

Because in your experience, people who hid themselves away were usually the ones who needed others the most. 

“Well," he drawled in a voice so deep and smooth you felt your nipples instantly pebble. "Are you gonna come inside or should I fuck you out there?”

Your laugh was bursting free before you could even think to suppress it, and you saw something flicker in his gaze—something that looked a lot like surprise—as a slight furrow appeared between his brows.

"Yes, of course, I'm sorry, Mr. Drysdale," you could feel your face warm as you followed him into the spacious hotel suite, gently closing the door behind you and setting down your purse. 

"Call me 'Ransom,'" he flipped a hand at you over his shoulder, already sauntering away and toward the mini bar across the room.

"Ransom, got it," you murmured, watching as he poured himself a tumbler of dark liquor.

Handsome Ransom, you thought to yourself, smiling a little as those butterflies in your belly swooped with excitement.

Because he really was beautiful. And you weren't used to having a client so young. He looked to be in his mid-30s or so and…you had a feeling it was going to be a good night.

So you might as well get started. 

By the time you hedged closer, Ransom was already sprawled on the sofa in the seating area of the room, lounging like a king as he sipped his liquor and watched you over the rim of his glass. 

Part of you wondered what he was thinking as he looked at you, and you found your own gaze dipping down your body to where his was aimed. You smoothed a hand over your fitted, black dress, silently rejoicing at the magnificent state of your breasts and tempting cleavage on display. 

At the very least, you knew how to play up your best attributes, and you assumed that if Ransom picked you specifically, they were the kind of attributes that he would appreciate. 

Resisting the nerves-fueled urge to curl your fingers in the hem of your dress, you moved even closer, until you stood just over Ransom and he had to tip his head back to maintain your gaze.

Your own flickered to his drink, your lips twitching as you asked, “Aren’t you going to offer me a drink?”

“Nope.” He popped his 'p' and everything, and you found yourself so beyond amused by his attitude.

It had been a long time since you had encountered someone so snarky.

And yet - you still couldn't help but wonder how Ransom would look without that furrow to his brow and that shine of mistrust and indifference in his gaze. 

You wondered what Ransom Drysdale would look like happy.

Maybe if you were patient and really made him comfortable, you could find out…

With your bleeding heart strategy in place, you moved over him, carefully straddling his lap. You marveled at the firm breadth of his shoulders as your touch landed there to keep your balance. 

Your gaze met his again, and you smiled, playfully cocking your head to the side as you murmured, “You’re not very big on manners, huh?”

Ransom smirked. “I don't have that mode. Besides, nice guys finish last and all that shit."

“Well, handsome," you hummed, "I can guarantee that you’ll definitely be finishing tonight.”

“Oh I know I will," Ransom gave you a leering, shit-eating grin. "Multiple times.”

That got another laugh out of you, your hands smoothing along his shoulders as you replied, “You talk a big game.”

“And I can back it up," he purred. 

You met his unblinking gaze for a moment, his eyes two deep, growing-darker-by-the-second pools of sin that had you shuddering and squirming in his lap. 

And you could actually feel it crackling around you, the sexual tension in the air, the room growing more and more charged the longer you and Ransom continued your staring match. 

All of your hair stood at attention, your body just on the precipice of trilling its awareness–its desire–and your nose filled with the soft, musky tones of his cologne. It was mild and yet you could tell it was expensive. It was a scent that you would happily drown in, one that you would surely remember long after you left.

But it was the glint of challenge in Ransom's gaze that finally had you moving. It had you slowly leaning in as your eyes drifted to his lips and revealed your destination. 

You could feel his big body still in expectation, his own eyes flickering down to your mouth, before you unexpectedly plucked his drink from his hand, sat back on his thighs, and took a sip. 

When his gaze immediately narrowed at your deception, you laughed. Setting his drink aside, you leaned in once more, twining your arms around his neck. “Can I kiss you?”

Ransom frowned as he shot you a suspicious look. "Why? We're just here to fuck."

"I know, but I like kissing," you shimmied even closer, until your chest was flush to his and you felt his breath catch as your mouth hovered over his. "Gets me all riled."

Despite your teasing tone and warm gaze, that guarded look was back in Ransom's eyes as he watched you for a beat before scoffing, “If you must.”

“I must,” you confirmed, shooting him a ridiculous, faux solemn look that had his lips twitching into an almost smile before you closed the remaining distance between you.

You swore a gasp just bubbled up in the back of Ransom’s throat at the first touch of your lips to his. Making a soft noise of want–of encouragement–you kissed him slowly but with a hint of desperation. Your fingers gently gripped his hair as you drank from his mouth just as eagerly as he drank from his liquor glass just moments before. 

You smiled against Ransom’s lips when you felt his big hands reach for you, settling on the flare of your hips and gripping. You rewarded his participation by deepening the kiss, your tongue tangling with his and earning you a quiet grunt. 

And that sound, Ransom's very first hint of surrender and being affected–by you–was the kind of intimate victory that you knew you would remember for days.  

Ransom shifted beneath you, not quite rutting but almost as his big hands smoothed up your sides to explore more of your body. In spite of his initial reluctance, he was such a good kisser that you couldn't help but lose yourself to the expertise of Ransom's mouth. You kissed him more frantically–shamelessly so–as you settled more of your weight against him and moaned at the press of his erection against the front of your panties.

Panting, you finally pulled your mouth from his, gently framing Ransom's face between your hands as you asked, “How do you want me, handsome?”

He blinked owlishly, uncomprehending for a moment as he unconsciously leaned into your touch. When you gave him a soft smile and caressed his cheek bone with your thumb, he blinked back to awareness and sat back before clearing his throat to respond.

“First I wanna watch you suck my cock," he rumbled, his lust-blown gaze dipping to your mouth and lingering as his hands twitched against the curve of your hips. "And then I’m gonna fuck you so good, you'll be walking funny for days.”

“I can’t wait,” you laughed breathlessly as you shifted away from him so you could sink to your knees. 

That frown of confusion was back on Ransom's face, like he couldn't quite believe that you weren't offended by him or his blunt and unapologetic desire to use you for his own pleasure.

He looked so confused that it was almost sweet and you couldn't resist leaning back in and stealing another kiss from him before moving to situate yourself between his legs.

“Wait,” Ransom caught your arm and held you still, his touch smoothing up your bare skin before he curled a finger beneath the strap of your dress and gave it a tug. “Take this off.”

"Anything you want," you murmured, rising to your feet and reaching for the zipper at the back of your dress. 

Ransom's snarky attitude was back as he smirked at you. "Anything I want?"

You paused, giving him a soft smile as you confirmed, "Yes, Ransom, that's why I'm here, to give you anything you want. To make you feel good."

His smirk instantly vanished as he glared at you in wariness, and disappointment, because you kept foiling his attempts to ruffle you.

Laughing, you unzipped your dress and shimmied out of it, scooping it up–and giving Ransom a glorious view of your tits while you were at it–and neatly draping it over the nearby armchair. 

You turned back to him, feeling those belly butterflies return with a vengeance as Ransom looked at you like he simply couldn’t wait to eat you alive.

The desire was so prevalent in his gaze as he sank his teeth into his bottom lip and trailed his eyes over you, that you couldn't help but shiver, feeling a gush of arousal instantly ruin your panties as you squirmed before him and resisted the urge to press your thighs together.

You must have been easy to read though, because Ransom was the one grinning now–in knowing–his eyes twinkling at you, so playful and almost warm that you felt your heart skip a beat as you resisted the urge to crawl back into his lap and kiss him some more.

"That's a pretty set, kitten," he hummed as his eyes gave your lacy lingerie another admiring onceover. "You wear that just for me?"

"Yes," you answered honestly, glancing down at the matching bra and panties that were sexy but still covered your naughtiest bits to play sinful keep away, at least for a little while. "Should I keep them on or–"

"Keep them on," Ransom grunted, shifting in his seat and palming the prominent tent at the front of his gray slacks. "And show me how talented that greedy mouth is."

You cracked a grin at his slight dig, easing down onto your knees and smoothing your hands up Ransom's thick, muscular thighs. You felt his muscles twitch beneath your touch, the same way the front of his pants twitched when your fingers found his belt buckle. 

At the first touch of your hand around his cock, Ransom moaned, his own hands falling down to grip the sofa cushion on either side of him, like he was trying to rein himself in.

You stroked him slowly, your grip firm and applying the kind of pressure that had him muffling another grunt as you rose up on your knees, met Ransom's avid gaze, and kissed the crown of his cock just as sweetly as you had first kissed his mouth. 

"Jesus fucking christ," he gritted, glaring at you in accusation as you huffed a quiet laugh before lapping at his tip and then finally, blessedly, taking him into your mouth.

You swallowed as much of his cock as you could, eyes fluttering as you bobbed over him a few times, until he was covered in your spit and easily slipping down your throat. When Ransom instinctively rutted into your mouth, then further down your throat, as he sought more, your tears finally spilled over and you gave a throaty, satisfied moan at his enthusiasm. 

You lingered that way for a long beat, breathing through your nose as your hand worked what you couldn't fit into your mouth before you were pulling back and gasping in a frantic breath before getting back to work.

It was the way Ransom kept trying to muffle his sounds of pleasure that had you retreating again, gently pumping his messy cock with your hand as you gave the cum-leaking tip a swipe with your tongue and met his gaze as you swallowed down his briny cream. 

"Let go for me, Ransom," you whispered, kissing down the length of him and pausing.

Another quiet grunt caught in his throat as he watched your mouth hover over his balls, your free hand already cupping them and giving them a squeeze. 

"It's okay, it's just you and me," you told him. "You're safe with me."

You kissed and mouthed along his sac, resisting the urge to grin when you heard his hiss of obscenities before his body was finally sinking back against the sofa and his big hand shot out to cradle the back of your head and urge on the magic of your mouth. 

Soon you were back to focusing on his cock, pausing as Ransom's grip on your head tightened as he rasped, "Eyes on me."

You felt your pussy flutter at the command, meeting his fucked out gaze as you bobbed over his cock and happily lapped away every single pearl of pre-cum that dribbled freely from his weeping length. 

“Fuck, you’re good at that," he groaned, his hips thrusting more urgently as his eyes fluttered, his enviable lashes beating against the ruddy, freckled skin of his cheeks. "M'gonna cum."

You pulled back just long enough to ask, "Do you want me to swallow it?"

"Fuck yes," Ransom moaned, his big hand shifting and falling to your bare shoulder. "Eyes on me, wanna see you."

Humming, you tongued along his sensitive head, taking him back into your mouth and sucking him off as your free hand fondled his balls. When your grip shifted to his base and you started to work what you couldn't swallow down, Ransom gasped.

His body went rigid as he came, moaning loudly as you met his gaze, your own lashes fluttering as you eagerly swallowed down every drop of his cum.

"Fuck," he panted, his body going pliant as he sank back in his seat and watched the way you retreated and daintily wiped some stray cum from the corner of your mouth before unabashedly sucking it off of your thumb. 

He laughed at your audacity, a real, genuine laugh, his chest shaking with it and a sated smile spreading across his face as he raked a hand through his mussed hair. "You may look sweet, but you're a fucking menace."

You grinned at him, rising up on your knees and gently rubbing along his thighs. "Now you know my secret." You shifted closer, biting your bottom lip as you whispered, "Can I kiss you?"

Instead of answering, Ransom just raised a brow at you, neither granting nor denying your request. Grinning, you took his silence as permission (and also secretly loved the way he seemed to still be recovering from your oral wizardry). 

You curled back up in his lap, uncaring of his bare cock twitching against your thigh as you pressed close. Framing Ransom's face between your hands, your eyes flickered between his own before you dipped low and kissed him softly. 

His quiet hmph got a giggle out of you, and you caught a glimpse of his features softening at the sound before you were kissing him more deeply than before. When his hands slid against your ass and groped hard, you mewled into Ransom's mouth, earning another twitch from his cock against your bare skin as you finally broke the kiss and pressed your forehead to his.

Ransom recoiled from the gentle almost-embrace, shifting you off of his lap and rising to his feet. He was quiet as he turned away, tucked his half-hard cock back into his pants, and scooped up his drink. He knocked back the rest of it in one gulp before setting the glass down. 

You watched as he cracked his neck, his fingers curling into fists at his sides for just a moment before he was turning back to you. There was something new shadowing his gaze, something dominant and hinging on mean that had you perking up–on alert now–and swallowing nervously as you watched him with wide eyes. 

Smirking, Ransom sauntered closer. He loomed over you for a beat, his eyes glittering as he drank in the size of you compared to him, before he reached for you. Another anxious swallow had your throat jumping as Ransom's large hand collared your neck and tipped your face up. 

"Time to get this evening back on track, kitten," he murmured. "I have plans for you."

His grip on your throat tightened, not enough to hurt or cut off your air supply, but enough to have you squeaking and following the pull of his arm as he guided you to your feet and led you over to the bed.

Something about the way he was standing over you, holding your delicate throat in one massive hand had it finally clicking in your brain how much bigger than you Ransom was. How much stronger.

Perhaps you shouldn't have pushed him the way that you had, teasing him so much as you tried to break down his defenses…

Before your brain could get much further than that, Ransom was dropping to sit on the edge of the bed. Leaning back on his hands, he eye fucked you with a look so intent that it had you resisting the urge to hide. 

"Get naked," he commanded as the smirk returned to his lips, his figurative swagger, too.

You removed your bra and panties, feeling oddly shyer than you normally felt in this situation, perhaps because of how concentrated Ransom's gaze was on you. Pushing through your nerves, you stepped closer to him, until you were standing between his spread legs. 

Your confidence returned, chasing away your nerves, as Ransom stared at your bare breasts, his face growing rosier by the second–his eyes darker, too–as he licked his lips and straightened. 

You watched as his hands lifted to palm your chest, a quiet groan sounding at the warmth and weight of you as you leaned into his touch with a soft noise of pleasure, then a gasp as his mouth found your nipple. 

You didn't think as you reached for him, your fingers carding through his soft hair as you gasped and arched your back, encouraging his ministrations as you gently played with his hair with the most delicate of touches, like he was something precious.

Ransom stilled quite suddenly, distrust swimming to the surface of his gaze as he watched you. You just gave him a smile in return, moving close and kissing the frown from his lips. 

A moment later, his mouth pulled away, and you pouted, then gasped as Ransom began to kiss his way down your throat, sucking and nipping as he went, until your fingers were curling into the soft material of his sweater as you whined for more. 

Humming as his hands gave your tits another squeeze, Ransom rose to his feet, towering over you as his hand found its way back around your throat.

He grinned as the trepidation returned to your features, your own brows furrowing as you stared up at him. “You like it rough, kitten?”

You hesitated before answering, “If that’s what you want.”

“That’s not what I asked you," Ransom tsked.

You watched him for a beat, feeling unsure, but for some reason, you just couldn’t muster the lie that was part of your job to deliver. 

“Not really," you confessed.

Ransom seemed surprised by your honesty and just watched you for a moment, that frown once again tugging at the corner of his lips. You could actually see some kind of internal war waging within his mind, and you instantly felt awful at the idea of leaving him unsatisfied in any way. 

That's literally why you were here - to fulfill whatever desires he had, to make him feel good, to take care of him.

"Tonight's not about me, Ransom, it's about you and what you want," you told him. "You can have me any way you want."

His nostrils flared at your words, his eyes narrowing as his grip on your throat tightened for a split second before he was huffing his annoyance. "For some goddamn reason, you've turned my original plan for tonight to complete shit, because what I want now, is to see you fucking lose it, for real. Not putting on some bullshit escort show for me." 

He tugged you closer, his face dipping until you were nose to nose and watching him with eyes so big his cock was twitching again.

"I wanna fucking destroy you, and I want you to love every second of it. I want you to want it, want me."

"I do," you blurted without thinking. 

Ransom's eyes narrowed in disbelief, his lips pulling back over his teeth into a sneer. But then you were catching his free hand with your own and guiding it down between your legs, pressing his fingers against the sopping wet folds of your cunt and feeling Ransom's groan because his body was pressed right up against yours.

He cupped your core with one hand, feeling you weep for him, as his grip on your throat shifted. Cocking his head to the side, his eyes lit with curiosity as he let his knuckles gently glide down the slope of your neck in a purposely soft touch.

When you shuddered in response–in visceral delight–unable to muffle a quiet mewl at his tenderness, something in Ransom snapped.

He yanked you close, swallowing your yelp of surprise as he kissed you with the kind of feral hunger that had your toes curling and your fingers clutching at his sides, desperately needing something to hold on to.

Before you knew it, your back was hitting the bed, and you were startled at how effortlessly Ransom had manhandled you. A moment later, your lips were parting as you watched him undress. 

If you thought he was beautiful before…now he had definitely upgraded to stunning.

His body looked to be carved by the gods themselves, all pale, perfect skin and firm muscles that had been crafted with the finest, most reverent of care. There was a smattering of dark chest hair adorning his pecs, tapering into a happy trail that led down to a part of him that looked very happy indeed. 

Ransom laughed at your gobsmacked look, that playful, teasing air of his returning as he crawled toward you on the bed with such a sinful look in his eyes that you actually pressed your thighs together as you felt a gush of arousal seep from your pussy. 

“Don’t do that," Ransom tsked. "Don’t hide from me, especially that pretty, soon-to-be-wrecked pussy.” He shoved your legs apart, drawing his fingers up your drenched and needy cunt as he purred, “She belongs to me tonight.”

He gave your pussy a pat, smirking at your squeak and the way you gripped the bedspread on either side of you. The pads of his fingers teased around your clit before he was shoving two fingers into you without warning and humming at your unadulterated moan.

When his wrist twisted and his fingers rubbed, your eyes rolled back in your head as you whimpered out a thready, "Oh god," before sinking back against the bed, spreading your legs wider, and begging for, "More, please!"

"Look at those good girl manners, even when I’m owning this greedy cunt," Ransom cooed, his thumb joining the party as it rubbed against your clit. 

He stretched out over you, railing you with his fingers as his free hand sank into the mattress beside your head. Perched over you, he avidly watched each and every expression that played across your face. 

"Ransom!" you gasped as you felt your orgasm start to wash over you. Whining, you clutched at his wrist beside your head, your other hand shooting out to the hand between your legs, like anchoring onto the part of him working you over could somehow keep you from floating away. 

But it didn't.

Float away you did, coming with a sharp cry and squeezing your eyes shut as your back bowed and pleasure sparked along each and every inch of your body. 

"Yeah, that's it, baby, cum for me," Ransom husked, groaning at the way your tight pussy fluttered and clenched around his still questing fingers.

Despite the way your body went pliant beneath him once your orgasm subsided, your head lolling to the side and your chest heaving, Ransom didn't stop. In fact, he went at you harder, dipping low to nip at the hinge of your jaw as you whined and tried to snap your legs closed around his hand. 

"Not done with you yet," he growled against your ear, teeth tugging at your lobe. "I'm a greedy man, so you're gonna give me another."

"I can't–" your words peaked into a startled cry as another rise suddenly tore through you, wracking your body from head to toe as you trembled and gasped, whining Ransom's name.

"Good girl," he hummed, grinning as you whimpered and twitched beneath him at his praise. 

You shuddered as he pulled his fingers from your pussy, only coming back down to earth when you felt Ransom's hand cradle your warm cheek. You blinked up at him–still beyond dazed–clocking his smug look before he was pressing his cum-covered fingers against your lips and groaning as you sucked them inside your mouth without hesitation and tongued your own juices from his skin.

"Fuck, you've got me so hard for you," he breathed, pressing your legs open and settling his big body between your thighs as you continued to watch him with the kind of glassy look that had him aching. 

When he started to prep his cock against your sticky folds, you finally blinked back to full awareness, tilting your hips in invitation and feeling your belly swoop as Ransom's intense, wanting gaze locked with yours.

You reached for each other at the same time, your hands smoothing over his sides to cradle his back and tug him down closer as his free hand gently collared your throat. 

"Eyes on me," he reminded as his tip caught against your entrance and made your breath catch. His lips hovered just above yours as he paused, drinking in the desire–the anticipation–shining in your gaze as you clung to him. "Yeah, that's it."

Ransom groaned as he slowly speared into you, feeling you gasp against his lips as you made a sweet, startled sound that had his cock jumping as he took his time filling you up. 

He patiently fed you each and every inch of his cock, reveling in the way your pussy pulled him deeper and deeper, until he was bottoming out and tasting your shaky exhale on his tongue.

Eyes fluttering at the complete and utter fullness you felt, you whispered his name, unable to stay quiet in your overwhelm as you curled your legs around his narrow hips and mewled at how that had him settling even further within the deep confines of your body. 

Your hand found its way to the nape of Ransom's neck and you tugged him closer, knocking your nose against his and feeling the soft warmth of his lips against your own as you whispered, "Make me feel you."

His eyes thinned with annoyance yet again, and you couldn't help but laugh. 

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" 

"Because…" Ransom frowned, his eyes flickering between yours as he tried to determine the answer to your question, and when he did, he quietly admitted, "Because I don't understand how you being nice and sweet is so fucking hot."

Your laughter was like the tinkling of bells as you gently caught his face between your hands, desperately wanting to wash away the distrust shadowing his gaze, for good. But you tried your best to rein in your sappiness, because that only seemed to trigger Ransom more, keeping it light as you finally replied. 

"Maybe you're just realizing that you have a kindness kink."

He scoffed a laugh, shaking his head with a grin as he glanced away, and you couldn't help it as your body responded to how gorgeous he was in that moment of lightheartedness, and you unintentionally clenched around his cock. 

It was like a switch instantly being flipped, the way that garnered Ransom's intention. 

His want. 

You watched as his face changed before your eyes - his grin falling away as he licked his lips and his eyes clouded with lust. 

The playfulness was now gone, but so was the wariness, and all that was left was pure and feral desire.

For you.

Ransom surprised you by initiating a kiss, his mouth passionately drinking from your own as his hips finally started to move. Every push and pull of his cock deep inside of you lit your body up from head to toe, ripping breathless cries and needy moans from your lips that he happily swallowed before pulling away to watch your pleasure play across your face.

When he shifted and drew your leg up, hooking his arm beneath the back of your knee and planting his hand on the mattress, angling your hips in a way to take even more of his cock, you nearly vaulted off the bed, the noise escaping you inhuman as that blissful, carnal rush started to wash over you. 

"Oh my god, please don't stop," you begged, whining as Ransom did the opposite and went at you harder. "Yes, yes, yes, right there, please, please, please."

The bed shook and squeaked as he fucked you with enthusiasm, quiet grunts and groans raining from his lips as he watched you writhe and absolutely lose it beneath him. When his thumb found your clit and swirled, you gave a ragged cry, slamming your eyes shut and turning your face away as overwhelm joined the pleasure party and made your body go into overdrive.

"Don't hide from me," Ransom murmured against your ear, kissing along the cut of your jaw and down, his lips finding the sensitive plane of skin just above where your shoulder met your neck and lingering as he felt your cunt go wild as you mewled his name. "Ohhh, I think I found one of your sweet spots, kitten."

You whined in confirmation as his lips and tongue teased that spot, your nipples harder than they'd ever been and aching as you dug your fingers into Ransom's muscular biceps and chanted, "Please, please, please."

Ransom's thumb rubbed at your clit with intent, his soft lips finding your ear once more as he echoed your words to him from earlier in the evening, when you were wrecking him with your mouth, "Let go for me."

Your body instantly obeyed his command, ecstasy washing through you like a tidal wave that pulled you under into the deepest depths of rapture.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," Ransom hummed, unable to look away as you rode out your orgasm beneath him.

You truly were beautiful, your head tossed back, your breasts heaving and pressing into his chest as your body arched. Your hips were rocking, silently begging his cock for more, and he reveled in each and every moment of your decimation–your surrender–even if it was much different than he thought it would be when he first started the night.

Ransom couldn't help it as his lips curled when you finally sagged beneath him with a whimper, watching you gasp for breath and enjoying the stray pulses and flutters of your pussy around his painfully hard cock. Enjoying the way your small hands were still clutching him for dear life, such an innocent touch that made him feel strangely wanted and connected to you in a different way.

A way he didn't know he would like.

"Don't tell me you're down for the count already," he drawled after a long moment.

Your eyes fluttered, your head turning back his way. The smile you gave him was so sweetly sated with a touch of smarmy that Ransom laughed. 

"C'mere," you murmured, tugging him closer and very nearly koala clinging to him as you kissed him deeply, gratefully, not letting his mouth escape yours until there wasn't one doubt in Ransom's mind how good he just made you feel.

And bonus points because his cheeks were definitely rosier than a moment ago once you finally let him pull away.

You pressed yourself up on your elbows, canting your hips and clenching around Ransom's cock. You grinned as he moaned and then glared at you. "You have something particular in mind for the next round?"

"Yeah," Ransom shifted, pulling out of you and shamelessly stroking his cock despite the way it was shining with your slick. "You're gonna ride my cock so I can watch those pretty tits bounce."

Smiling, and feeling a little soft and flustered by his probably unintentional compliment, you followed Ransom's lead. Waiting for him to recline on the bed, you moved closer, swinging your leg over his hip, settling your body against his, and enjoying the new vantage point of having him beneath you now.

Your hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they slowly smoothed up Ransom's firm stomach and torso, until your fingers were curling against his dark, wiry chest hair and you were giving a dreamy sigh that had that haughty look returning to his face. 

Playfully rolling your eyes, you teased, "You really don't have an ounce of modesty in you, huh?"

Ransom outright laughed at the very idea. "Not one fucking iota."

You tweaked his nipples, giggling as he made a noise that was very close to a yelp and then sneered at you to compensate for the ridiculous reaction. Pouncing close, you kissed him and that look right off of his face before pulling away as soon as he started to reciprocate.

"Don't be a tease," he warned.

You gave him a beatific smile, reaching for his cock as you chirped, "Yes, sir."

And oh, did that choice of title make his cock jump.

It was your turn to look smug now, but you didn't say a word to draw out your teasing. You would much rather put your energy and focus into wiping the half-hearted glare from Ransom's face so that you could see his fucked out, blissful look that you got a glimpse of earlier when you were swallowing his cum. 

You felt his breath hitch beneath your hand on his chest when you guided his cock to your cunt and slowly started to sink down on him. Your own breath rushed out of you on a trembling exhale as the change in position had his already impressive cock feeling just shy of too much.

Unsuccessfully biting back a whimper, you finally settled against him, feeling Ransom so deep within you that you were pretty sure you'd feel him for days. 

And he might even get his wish of making you walk funny after tonight.

Your eyes flew open when Ransom plucked your hands from his chest–which had been gripping him for dear life as you struggled with the size of him–and gently guided them higher. You had no choice but to follow and sank against him as he set your palms to the mattress at either side of his head and smoothed his own hands up your bare back.

"Relax, and kiss me," he commanded softly.

For some reason, you felt your eyes prickle with tears, but quickly blinked them away, giving him a shaky smile as you touched your lips to his and got lost in the taste of him. 

"Good girl," Ransom purred in between your languid kisses, and you could feel his grin when his praise had you clenching around him hard and squirming. 

"You are deviously cunning," you murmured against his lips. Stealing one more kiss, you finally sat up and tried not to laugh as Ransom pretty much preened beneath you at your observation.

You gave a few experimental rocks of your hips, lips quirking when that alone had Ransom moaning. You sighed as his big hands shot out to grip your waist, allowing your head to fall back and your eyes to flutter shut as you slowly started to ride him. 

Soon, you were bouncing on his cock in earnest, your muscles burning but the exertion so worth it to watch the way Ransom went wild beneath you. 

His hands were all over you, like he couldn't quite decide which part of you he wanted to touch most. Squeezing your hips one moment, then smoothing his big palm up your belly the next, before he was cupping your tits and groaning at the feel of your curves filling his hands. 

"Oh fuck, that's it," he rasped as you paused in riding him to grind against him, squeezing around his hard length and watching the way his stomach muscles tensed in response. 

You gasped as he suddenly rutted up into you, taking the hint and resuming your enthusiastic fucking of him, until the only sounds filling the hotel suite were Ransom's moans and groans, your own airy keens, and the sinful slap of flesh against flesh.

Growing tired despite being just on the edge of your own release–and so desperate to get there–you sank closer to Ransom, fisting the rumpled blankets beside you as your hips slammed down over and over again.

"Fuck, keep going, don't stop, kitten, I'm so close," Ransom urged you on, planting his feet on the bed and wrapping his arms around you to hold you in place as he pounded into you from below.

"R-Ransom!" you gasped, dropping your hand between your legs and frantically rubbing your clit, your pussy fluttering wildly until–

"Fuccccck," Ransom hissed, driving into you hard and lingering as the first spurt of his cum warmed your insides. 

That's all it took for your own orgasm to crest. You keened as you rocked against him, riding it out as your sweaty forehead dropped to Ransom's chest as your pussy clenched and milked him hard.

Moaning, he gave a few more hard, deep thrusts, head thrown back and the tendon in his neck bulging as he continued to pump you full of his cum and draw out his own pleasure. Until he was just as wrung out as you and collapsing back against the bed with you on top of him.

You were both boneless and panting as you came down from your highs, and there was a warm kind of flutter in your belly when you realized Ransom's arms were still around you, holding you tight. 

Hiding a smile against his collarbone, you finally regained just enough energy to shift up over him to see how he was doing. You grinned at his lazy, satisfied smile and the ruddy state of his cheeks. And the wild state of his hair, too.

Over the course of just a few hours, he had gone from beautiful, to stunning, to simply heart-melting.

But it was the warm, unguarded sparkle in Ransom's baby blue eyes as he gazed up at you that had something inside of you bursting with joy. 

With accomplishment, and gratitude, too. Because you got to see this side of him, and you had an inkling that very few people did.

After a moment of just watching him, you gently ruffled his hair, pushing the sweaty strands back from his forehead before your knuckles caressed his warm cheek and your palm settling against his skin. 

Purring, Ransom mindlessly leaned into your touch–like a cat eager for affection–and you couldn't help but steal one final kiss from him, smoothing your hand over his hair before shifting until his soft cock slipped out of you.

That was as far as your exhausted body got, your eyes heavy as you snuggled against his side and rested your cheek on his chest. 

"Just, gimme a minute to catch my breath, please," you murmured, your hand smoothing over Ransom's bare chest until your fingers were getting lost in his chest hair.

"S'fine," he slurred, sounding just as tired as you. 

"For the record," you whispered, "You really can back up that big game you talk." You grinned as you felt Ransom's chest shake with laughter.

"Told you so," he muttered, his hand on your hip giving you a gentle squeeze.

You just hummed wordlessly in response, your eyes blinking and blinking before remaining shut as your breath evened out.

Ransom wasn't faring much better, struggling to keep his own eyes open before he finally gave in and let them shut and stay that way.

As he hedged closer and closer to sleep, he couldn't help but think that despite all of his planning, he never could have predicted that his night would end like this - with you in his arms, snuggled close and dozing against his chest as he tried not to be so obvious about tucking his nose to your crown so he could fall asleep to your soft, addictive scent.

No, he didn’t think the night would end like this at all. 

And yet, for some reason—that he didn’t want to explore too deeply at the moment, if ever—Ransom couldn’t even find it in himself to be mad about it.

Instead he held you a little bit tighter and inhaled your scent, lips quirking into the semblance of a smile when you made a soft, happy sound in your sleep.

It was the kind of sweet sound that made warmth pool in Ransom's belly and something unfamiliar flutter in his chest, and he was far too tired to muster even an ounce of wariness or annoyance about it, especially when you cuddled closer to him in your sleep and held him like you never wanted to let go.

Wellll?!?!?!?! What did ya think?! Please feel free to pterodactyl screech at meeee!

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Siri’s soft!Ransom is my favorite Ransom 🥺😍

Hi Siri! I’ve had a loooooonggggggg day and was wondering what your favorite Ransom fluff of yours is? It doesn’t have to be totally fluff, it can include smut or even angst too as long as it has a happy ending- and if you have any Ransom comfort fics you’d recommend? It would be much appreciated 🥺

I’ll be turning myself into a blanket burrito with comfort snacks and devouring any and all Ransom that I can lol

Aw, sweet tired nonnie!! I gotchu, I have a lot of soft!Ransom to soothe you 😍

First up is my newest fic, Conquest. Ransom tries really hard to be his normal asshole self but finds it impossible with such a sweet bean (who also happens to be an escort 😏).

The Blues is another old school fave of mine!

Exhausted (Part 1), which sounds like it will resonate for you 🥺

Misconceptions, for some soft alpha!Ransom being such a good caretaker 😭

Comfort is a lil drabble that will hopefully work it’s soft!Ransom magic.

Come Here, which is another soft!Ransom drabble.

Enjoy! Rest up. Drink lots of water, and be gentle with yourself, you deserve it ❤️❤️❤️

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AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! S I R I!!!! I’m so Damn HAPPY to see you again! A loyal fan here and I can’t wait for continued hoeing and to read your incredible stories and writing again!! (Can’t wait for that EBook!) so proud of you and happy for you!!!

A hoe has returned! 🤗

My dear, sweet hoes 🥺 Oh em geeee. I’ve missed all of you and this space so much! 😭

Ngl, the past year+ was super rough for me due to a lot of IRL awfulness, but after taking the last few months to focus on rest, healing, and working through all the hard, unpleasant humaning things, I’m in a much better place now and ready to usher in lots of joy, play, and creation.

No matter how tough things were, I was blessed with small pockets of joy to keep me going, and those pockets always involved writing and staying connected with some of you along the way. ❤️

So! It’s a new chapter in this hoe’s story, and I am so ready for alllll the happiness, creation, and community! Life is too damn short to avoid the things and people I love, and I really miss sweating over the babes with all of you! I miss being horny on Main day in and day out, and ruining far too many pairs of panties to count or reimburse.

I’m not sure who’s still around or active in this community, but I hope some of y’all are still here and ready to reconnect and play! 😊 And of course I look forward to making and ruining new friends along the way 😘

So! Here’s the deal…

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Maybe it’s safer if I don’t try….

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Olivia Rodrigo - All I Want

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Jon Bernthal ft. Baby Bernthals →  “ But for me, the process of becoming a father and being a husband has made me more of a complete man. I’ve found so much peace in my life […] and my love goes so much past myself now. I don’t give a fuck about myself now. The only time I think about myself is in relation to [my family]. I put my name on something, that’s their name. And they’re going to look at that some day and say, ‘Daddy was here and he did that,’ so it better goddamn be fucking worth it. You just love so much stronger.”

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midnights by taylor swift is for the girls who fantasise about love because they feel that they could never deserve to actually experience it. the girls who are deeply flawed. the girls who make mistakes in trying to please everyone else, only to be told that they'll always be inadequate. the girls who fantasise about revenge on said people and feel like they'll never move on. the girls who need to plan their every move to even function through life and not get crushed by others, only to feel guilty for not being genuine enough. and of course, the girls who stay up at night thinking about missed opportunities and people, and every mistake they've ever made.

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