Afternoon, y’all. Hope you guy shad a great day. I’m exhausted partially because I stayed up way too late reading last night (ok… so mostly for that reason), but also because I had dental work done this morning and my mouth hurts.
Here is today’s Spring Fling story for @the-ce-horniest-book-club today’s prompt is “Sweetheart”
I don’t even know how to describe this story, to be honest, all I know is when I found the prompt “You’re going to regret that, sweetheart.” on one of the writing prompt lists on @justwritinginspo it just sounded like Ransom… and I just let my mind do whatever the hell it wanted to.
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x female reader
Warnings: suggestive, language, hints to spankings
Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.
“Fuck you, Ransom Drysdale,” you shouted at your boyfriend before you stormed from the room, slamming the door behind yourself.
As you ran down the stairs, you heard the door open and the sound of him following you.
Going into the kitchen, you spotted the crappy cake he’d purchased in honor of your birthday. Not only was it a premade store bought one, it was your least favorite flavor.
Hearing him coming, you quickly took the cake of out the package and the picked it up.
The second Ransom walked into the kitchen, you threw the cake at his face.
The cake itself was too heavy to stick, but you’d hit your target and left half of Ransom’s face covered in frosting while the cake fell to the ground.
Neither of you made a sound for nearly a minute.
Then Ransom used his hand to wipe the frosting from his eye before shaking it onto the floor. “You’re going to regret that, sweetheart,” he said, his tone cold.
“No, I’m not,” you replied, trying to ignore how shaky your voice was. “You don’t know me, Ransom Drysdale. If you did, you never would have bought me that flavor of cake. Not to mention that if you’d actually cared, you would have gotten more than an after thought of a cake!”
“I did order a cake,” Ransom said, through gritted teeth. “But the fucking bakery messed up the order and put a giant penis on it!”
“What?” you gapped. “What do you mean?”
“I was trying to explain that to you when you stormed upstairs,” Ransom replied as he fished his phone out of his pocket. He thrust it in your direction a second later, proof of the messed up cake showing.
“Oh,” you said, biting back a laugh as you imagined what his reaction would have been in the shop.
“Now that we have that settled,” Ransom stated. “Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to clean up your mess, because it’s your birthday. And after that… well, you’ve been a naughty girl.”
You swallowed as your eyes met his.
“Go upstairs and wait for me,” he told you. “And get undressed.”
“I can help down here,” you offered.
“No, I want you to go upstairs and think about what you’ve done and what is about to happen,” he said, shaking his head. “That way, when I get upstairs, you’ll be nice and ready for everything I have planned for you.”
You moved past him to leave the kitchen, but he stopped you, pulling one of your hands up to his mouth to kiss it.
“I really want to kiss you, but I know how much you hate the flavor of frosting all over my face,” he stated.
When he came upstairs a few minutes later, he’d removed the frosting from his face and gave you a long, slow kiss before he pulled you over his knee.
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