pairing: president of the university dark!ransom drysdale x librarian!reader
summary: he's the kind of man that takes what he wants and, right now, that's you.
word count: 2,581
warnings?:18+ MINORS DNI, this is a dark fic so read all of the warnings before you choose to read this, you are responsible for your own media consumption, noncon, fingering, unprotected sex, semi-public sex (at the dinner table and in a bathroom), slight degradation, slight breeding kink, not proofread
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Ransom Drysdale had not been president of the university for very long, only for the fall semester thus far, but he'd certainly left an impression on everyone. It seemed as thought he had everyone wrapped around his finger. Students, faculty, staff. Everyone seemed to worship the ground the man walked on, singing his praises all the live long day. Everyone, except for you.
When he first got the job, he'd thrown a lavish party at his home that he invited all of the faculty and staff to. You were convinced it was a way to just show off his wealth, which was greater than what you would've assumed someone working in higher education would make, even if they had been president at three other universities before this one. You'd later learn at that very same party that he was trust fund baby, and that was all you needed to know. The man probably paid off the hiring committee to win them over, probably wanting another title under his belt, another success story to boast about at dinner parties. But you wouldn't fall victim to his pathetic games. You wouldn't allow yourself to be woo'd by him like the rest of them were.
It was almost sad how quickly everyone began to sing of President Drysdale's praises. They spoke so highly of him despite next to nothing about him, aside from his accolades. But, then, you heard from your fellow librarian, Heather, that apparently he had a penchant for, well, what could best be described as wild...escapades. Honestly, the stories she told made sure stomach churn. How could someone who was projecting such professionalism manage to be so...feral behind the scenes and no one between the wiser?
(Money. The answer was money. The kind of money he seemed to have could make anybody shut up.)
You were in the midst of listening to Heather regale some story she'd heard about how Ransom had fucked a dean at his last university in the middle of a meeting room just before a meeting, about how he only smirked and laughed when a meek professor accidentally walked in, and how he asked if that professor wanted a go when he was done. You gasped at the story, too enthralled by it to notice a man passing you by, a large hand reaching out and squeezing your ass.
Jumping, you whipped your head around and felt your jaw go slack when you realized just who had touched you. Had...had the president of the university just done that? In front of everyone? And, oh my god, was he winking at you now?
