Can we have some Kitten and Ransom action (with absolutely no interruptions from any of the kids lol) we miss the ogs 😔
Ask and ye shall receive! This is going to set up some things! You know that Ransom is HORNY as all get out, and he loves teasing his Kitten, and there's a reason for that!
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Mr. Fowler
Summary: Parent/teacher meeting with Story's history teacher
Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, fingering, unprotected sex, PIV sex, cream pie, mentions of a threesome, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.6K
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Ransom bored to tears taps on the desk in front of him, and you lay your hand on his arm to calm him. He only huffs out air and switches which hand holds up his chin. "What time is it?"
"He still has five minutes, baby."
Your grumpy cat husband pouts a bit more, leaning his head back to look at the ceiling before allowing himself to sink down in the chair. "I hate this. I hate school, and I hate coming here."
"Shh...he's willing to work with Story. Give her some extra credit. So we're here."
"Did I have to be here?" picking both his legs up he lets his feet fall to the floor with a loud smack. "Could you have not done this alone? I mean..."
"If you say, because I'm the mother, I'm withholding jumping on the bed with you. All the kids will be out of the house. So we have uninterrupted time at home. Alone."
"When was the last time we had time alone?" you start to add up in your head how long it had been. "Too damn long. So I can't leave and also get to hear her purr?"
"No. Now hush," he pouts a bit more, but does quit his whining. Those dark blue eyes constantly flicking over to the clock, when Mr. Fowler walks in. Looking like a tall glass of water, and you understand now why Story is having a hard time focusing.
Sitting up a bit straighter, and switching around your thighs the closer he gets. Ransom turns to look at you quickly when you stand up out of that desk. Your voice going into that higher register when you introduce yourself and Ransom, and he can't help but to be amused at how painfully obvious it is. He can practically smell how heated Mr. Fowler is making you, and judging by how he refuses to look at Ransom, and only you, he's getting the same effect.
Ransom smirks watching the two of you interact with each other. The younger man clearly checking his wife out, and Ransom feels a rush of pride knowing that the attractive teacher, thinks you're the hot mom. Chuckling out loud when you've crossed and uncrossed your legs four times in a row, "Is there something wrong, baby?"
"Nothing, continue Mr. Fowler," you give him an odd look of how he said his name while Mr. Fowler continues. He can't help but smile when Nick gives you, and only you a soft smile. Those bright blue eyes looking down your body, before following your curves back up giving on the tiniest of bites to his lips. Every time Nick smiles, he's only smiling at you.
Ransom is beside himself at how hilarious this show is, but more so when you say a, "Thank you, so much, Nick. We'll keep all that information in mind," Ransom walks behind you giving Nick an extra firm handshake as you two walk back out to the car.
You sit down in Ransom's car, buckling up, and when he gets out you sigh, "Well he was nice."
"MmmHmm," Ransom reaches over to you, and is all but shoving his hand up your dress with a soft hum. His fingers moving beyond your panties to roam around your pussy.
"Ran, what the hell?"
"Just what I thought. You're fucking drenched."
"Am not."
Ransom removes his fingers from your core, spreading them apart to show the slick that creates strings in between his fingers. You have no words, just sit there gawking at him. "Was he really that cute Kitten?"
"Oh shut up."
"Tell me the truth babe. You wanted that teacher cock in my pretty kitty," you give him a play smack to his arm. "It's okay, you know I've begged you to let me bring in someone. Just for special occasions. You seem on board now, or at least that pretty kitty is on board."
"Hugh. Ransom. Drysdale. We are not sleeping with Story's teacher."
"But you thought about it?" he raises his eyebrows with a smile. You won't admit to it. Ransom is more than enough for you. Keeps you very well satisfied and stuffed beyond what you feel you can handle most times. But you'd be lying if you weren't envisioning Mr. Fowler's mouth getting on to his two naughty students.
"Shut up. Let's go home, so you can feel how wet I am."
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Your hands push your naked husband down on the bed, before you're crawling over him. Holding tightly to the root of his cock so you can slowly sink down on him. "Fuck my pussy is so sweet and wet, Kitten."
You give your hips a slow deep roll just to see his mouth hang open. Pressing your hands firmly on your chest you begin to bounce over his pretty cock. Loving when you're on top and just how deep you get to take him. Ransom stares up at you in awe as you bounce on his cock, "You thinking about Mr. Fowler?"
"For fuck's sake, shut up."
"Him checking you out the way he was..." you grind down harder on top of him, but it doesn't stop him from running that mouth, "Fuck...Kitten, I got the hottest mom there. That fucking man looking at you, while I, your husband, was sitting right there. She's purring Kitten. This cunt was made for me but she's reacting to that pretty boy."
"Goddammit, Hugh," you grunt fucking him even harder when he only laughs at you. He starts to say something else, but you shove your fingers into his mouth. "That's right baby, suck on mommy's fingers."
Ransom's eyes roll in the back of his head while he sucks on your digits. Working yourself over him at the speed of his mouth. He still smiles up at you, releasing a garbled moan, before you stop your movements all together. His voice grunts out a Kitten, with your fingers still in him. "You gonna stop running that pretty little mouth? Or do I need to give your mouth something to work on?"
Silence. You had stunned him to silence. Slowly removing your finger you lean forward, hovering your mouth over his, "That's what I thought. Now, can you behave for another five fucking minutes so I can cum over your cock?"
"You think Mr. Fowler would let you use that dirty little whore mouth?" Ransom gives you the biggest eat shit grins. That cocky little ass still smiling up at you when you lift yourself off his cock. Your body crawling up his.
"That's it, mother fucker," like Ransom cares. He loves when you ride on his face. Loves watching you try to drown him in your cum. Crawling over him, you press your drenched sex over his mouth. Rolling your hips over him, and playing with your own nipples, thankful you don't don't have to hear Ransom talking a bunch of shit.
Your head tilts towards the ceiling, while you writhe over him. Saying silent prayers up that you can get off on his tongue. Riding his face like your life depended on it, but when you whimper out a desperate, "Nick," as you come undone, Ransom has you flipped on your back, before placing you on your knees. Spreading your thighs and starts slapping at your swollen cunt.
"What the fuck did you just say? Saying his name, when it's my tongue that's fucking you so well. Oh, Kitten, you're in it bad, aren't ya?"
Kneeling behind you, he lines himself up before slamming into. Relentlessly fucking you, and giving your ass a swift smack. "Since you want to be a naughty girl, we're just going to have to remind you who this cunt belongs to, huh? Who owns this pretty kitty? Who makes her purr by just a whisper, Kitten?"
"You do," your voice hoarse and dry. Needing the biggest glass of water.
"Say it, Kitten, who owns this pussy? Who splits her open every night. Who makes sure she's good and taken care of everyday? Sleeps with their fingers in there because she doesn't want to be without me."
"Ransom Drysdale. Baby," you start to add more, but you choke out, when he alters his angle, getting in good and deep. Hitting your sensitive spongy spot over and over again. All these years together, and Ransom knows exactly how to take you apart. "Ran...Ran...Ran..."
"Look at cha, all cockdrunk like a bitch in heat. Just shoving this pretty kitty in my face. Fuck you're...fucking...beautiful," his thrusts become hard and deep. The both of you right on the edge of cumming. "Give it to me. Give me what I earned."
You walls clamp down around his cock, and he shudders when the two of you cum together. Not even bothering to pull out, when he lays his body on top of yours, "As long as you remember, we can bring him in."
"Good god, Ran. You just gave me the best orgasm in a month, and you're still bringing up Nick coming into the bed with us."
"Nick? You call him by his name?" he gives you the sweetest kisses to your back, before pulling out. Letting your body drift to your back while he takes your fucked out state in. "You think you could handle both our cocks?"
"You think you could drop it?"
"A man that made you that wet by walking in...we need to talk about this. Kitten, I want a threesome with Mr. Fowler."
"No."
"Please?"
"You're ridiculous."
He gives you that crooked smile, his eyebrow cocks up when he answers, "You didn't say no."
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