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daleyeahson · 1 year

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Girl On Film | Perv!Eddie Munson x best friend reader

Summary: Eddie tries to catch a sneak peek of what it is his best friend gets up to when he’s not around. He’s thrown for a loop when he finds out that you’re more than happy to play into his little game.

Warnings: 18+ smut// minors go on and get outta here. Male masturbation, mentions of female nudity, hidden camera, cursing, use of y/n just a little bit but mainly pet names, praise and degrading kink. If I missed anything let me know!

Word count: 4.4k

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A/n: Also, this is my first time writing a fanfic, let alone something with some smut in it. Let me know what you liked & what I can work on but please be nice about it! Thank you guys for the support and I hope you enjoy this as much as I do! P.s. I made the mistake of typing this on the notes app on my phone and just copying it to here so that’s why the spacing is messed up I’m sorry. I’d retype it all but it’s almost 3am for me so I’m gonna have to pass on fixing it for now lmao my b y’all x

It was Friday and you, Robin, and Nancy had all left to go have a girls night out. It wasn’t very often that the three of you had spare time to hang out all together, so when the girls called you last minute saying to hurry and get ready, you didn’t think much of it. You rushed to get dressed after hanging up the phone, throwing clothes all across your room in hopes of finding your favorite pair of jeans and whatever t-shirt you could get your hands on. Having just enough time to put your hair up in a somewhat cute ponytail and slipping your shoes on, you made your way out the door as Nancy and Robin pulled up to your place. You were so excited to hang with the girls again that you didn’t even give a heads up to your best friend, Eddie Munson.

You and Eddie had been best friends for as long as you could remember. Growing up and living across from one another, you two had always been very close. When you were younger, you both would take turns on having a sleepover at one another’s place, and you still do. Having graduated from high school, you moved out of your parents home and into your very own apartment. Eddie still lived with his uncle Wayne since he was still in school and was now in his third year as a senior. Eddie was super excited when you told him you had gotten the apartment and even joked about coming over all the time to annoy you, as if you didn’t see each other almost 24/7 as is. You had laughed it off thinking he was just joking, but he wasn’t. He came over more often than not, which didn’t bother you a bit since you genuinely enjoyed his company, and eventually you just decided to have him a key made so he could come and go as he pleased.

Which brings us to now, Eddie making his way over to your place just like he does any other day. Even though he knew he’d see you tomorrow for your sleepover, he still wanted to hang out with you and just talk about his day. He loved how you would listen to him talk about whatever it was he needed to say, whether it be about school or the newest thing that’s happening in his Hellfire campaign despite you not understanding a word of what he’s talking about. All throughout your lives you’ve always been there for him for whatever he needed. It was one of the many things he loved about you. Your love and support for him is what slowly made him fall for you and here recently he’s been having trouble keeping you off of his mind. The last few years he’s been able to bury those feelings for his best friend, but with all of this extra time you two have been spending together, he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold out without doing something. He doesn’t want to scare you away or ruin your friendship by confessing his feelings. He doesn’t know if you feel the same way about him and he can’t bare the thought of not having you in his life, even if you remain only best friends. So with that, he does what he thinks is the next best thing and jerks off to you most nights. Is that really the next best thing? No, definitely not. Does he still do it? Abso-fucking-lutely.

Eddie pulls up to your apartment and steps out of his van. He makes his way to your door and reaches for his key to let himself in. It’s quiet, which he finds odd since usually you’d at least have music playing in the background or something.

“Y/N?” He says stepping into the place and closing the door behind him. “Hello? You here?”

He makes his way down the hall to your bedroom only to find it a mess and you not in it. “Huh, that’s weird.” he thinks to himself.

He didn’t expect you to be gone without letting him know first. Not that you have to tell him, but he’s so used to you doing it anyway that it puzzles him that you hadn’t said anything. Maybe you had and he just forgot. With all that’s been going on in his head lately, he wouldn’t be surprised if you did tell him you had plans and he just wasn’t paying attention. He walks further into the room and takes a look around not really knowing what to do. He must’ve just missed you because he notices the candle you always have burning was still melted and had yet to harden back again. He turns to leave and as he does something catches his eye. Right there out in the middle of your floor there it was.. a pair of black lace panties. Eddie instantly blushes when he sees it and can’t help but think about you in them, or the opposite since here they are laying here on the floor. His mind wonders to the thought of you stripping from them while changing before you left. Tossing them off to the side and standing in the same spot he was but nude from at least the waist down. Eddie would give anything, do anything to be able to see you like that. He wanted it so badly. He needed it. He just didn’t know how exactly he would get it though, until it hit him. He has a camcorder somewhere in his van that Wayne gave to him years ago. He’s never had a reason to use it, but this sure was a damn good one.

He runs to the van and opens up the back. Like a mad man, he starts going through all of the junk he has in there. After a minute or so of searching he starts to get frustrated.

“God damn, where the hell is it? Why do I have so much shit in here?” He curses at himself wishing he didn’t keep things so messy. Finally finding it, he picks it up and smirks. “Aha, gotcha.”

He hurries back inside and into your room. Instantly, he starts to look around for a spot to hide the camcorder. After searching for a bit, he notices a shelf where you had some of your old stuffed animals on display. “Perfect.” He says as he makes his way over to it.

It really is the perfect spot for such a thing. From that angle he’s able to see almost your entire room, apart from the doorway. He doesn’t mind though, thinking there’s no way you would change clothes right in the doorway anyhow, so it wasn’t a big deal if he couldn’t see that part. He doesn’t turn it on just yet. He plans on waiting until he’s here during the sleepover so that the next morning he can grab it and leave before you have a chance to notice it.

Once he has the camera hidden, he makes his way out the apartment for the last time. Getting into his van he can’t help but feel guilty. He knows he shouldn’t be doing such a thing, but the growing bulge beneath his zipper says otherwise. There’s no way you’d know about it, right? He made sure you couldn’t see the camera from any part of your room, or at least he thought he did.

He makes his way back home and as soon as he gets inside he makes a beeline to his room to take care of his situation. Just the thought of him possibly having a chance of seeing you like that for real has him making a mess all over himself. Afterwards, he cleans up and decides to go to the living room to watch tv and have a beer or two. He figures he would just try calling you in a few hours to see if you made it home alright and to see where you went.

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It’s about 10:30 at night before you make it home. The three of you would’ve stayed out later if Robin didn’t have work early in the morning. You make your way inside and take your shoes off at the door. Heading straight for your bedroom, you start to take your hair out of the ponytail. Instantly feeling that sweet sensation of having it down after keeping it pulled up for hours on end. The kind of relief that hurts just a little bit but feels so good at the same time.

You search your drawers to find some pjs to slip into then start to make your way to the bathroom. Just as you’re about to go in there, your phone rings.

“Hello?” You say hesitantly, not expecting anyone to be calling this late.

“Hey, sweetheart, where ya been?”

Eddie. You had forgotten to tell him you were leaving this evening. You felt guilty thinking he must’ve been worried about you not knowing where you went last minute.

“Eddie, I’m so sorry. I meant to tell you but it just slipped my mind. Robin and Nancy called and told me to hurry and get ready so we could have a girls night.”

“There’s no need to be sorry, I promise.” He reassures you. “I’m glad you got to go have fun with them. I know it’s been a while since you last had a girls night. Are you just getting in?”

“Yeah..” you said with a sigh, tired from the night you just had, “I was actually about to get a shower right before you called.”

Eddie has to stop himself from audibly moaning once you said that. He can’t help but think about how if he hadn’t called, you’d be in the shower all hot and steamy. Soap running down your body and between your breasts. Eddie finds himself fumbling over his words like a fool when he tries to speak again.

“Oh- well I-uh - don’t let me keep you waiting.” He chuckles. “I’m sure you’re wanting to hurry and get that over with before you have to go clean up the mess of clothes in your room, right?”

“Oh..” you say feeling slightly embarrassed that he saw the mess you had left in a hurry. “..you saw that?” Usually, you tried to keep things somewhat clean when he came over, not that he would mind because lord knows he shouldn’t be one to judge, you just didn’t want him to see things in such a big mess like that.

“Oh- uh- yeah, I did. I came by to hang out but I must’ve just missed you.” He laughs, “Don’t worry though, I didn’t stay long so whatever you may have laying about in your room, my eyes did not see a thing. Scouts honor.”

You couldn’t help but blush at the suggestive comment he made. The idea of Eddie thinking you’d have anything like that brought a familiar feeling to your core. This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve felt like this because of Eddie or something he’s said. You two were very close so it was only a matter of time before one of you caught feelings for the other. What you didn’t know what that he felt the same way about you, as you did him. Yeah, Eddie would flirt with you but he was always the charming type. He was like that with almost everybody. Sure he called you cute pet names, but you just thought it was because of how close you two were. Just something best friends did, right?

“Eddie, first of all, you weren’t a scout, and second of all, even if I did have anything like that, I sure as hell wouldn’t leave it out in the open for just anybody to see.”

“Just anybody?” He said with pretend jealously, “who else has a key to get into your place?”

“You’re the only one, but with that big mouth of yours I’m sure if you did find something, everyone in this town would know about it by morning.”

Eddie gasp. “You’ve wounded me, princess. Truly, you have. I’m glad you think so highly of me to believe I’d stoop so low as to share such personal information with the common folk of this kingdom.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how dramatic he can be and decided to play into his little game. “If you live to see the morning light, I shall see you then for our annual weekend festivities, but for now I must say goodbye, Sir Munson, for this ass will not wash itself, unfortunately.”

Eddie let out a loud hearty laugh at that statement. “Alright, I guess I’ll let you go take care of that. Goodnight, Y/n.”

“Goodnight, Eddie, I’ll see you in the morning.”

Morning…Right. He’d be coming back over early in the morning so you guys could fix breakfast together to start the day just like you always did. Eddie couldn’t help but get nervous thinking about how far into the future that was. It was 11pm now and he usually comes by around 9am. Ten hours. Anything could happen in that amount of time. What if you found the camcorder? What would you say? What would you do? Would you never speak to him again? He knew he’d never be able to sleep with those questions floating around his mind. So he laid there in bed, wide awake. Ten hours, he reminded to himself, all he had to do was wait ten hours.

******

Somehow, Eddie managed to get around 4 hours of sleep that night. He was never one to willingly get up this early, especially on the weekend but for you he’d do just about anything. He got out of bed and took a quick shower to help wake him up some more. Throwing on his usually attire, he makes his way out the door and to his van, deciding against a morning coffee knowing you’d fix some once he got there.

Eddie pulled up to your apartment once again and slowly made his way over to the door. Before he could reach for his key, you opened the door and greeted him in a very enthusiastic manner.

“Good morning, sunshine! Are you ready to get this party started?”

“Y/n, please, you know I can’t get excited about the day without coffee first.”

“I swear, sometimes it’s like I’m best friends with someone’s southern grandpa. My own little personal peepaw.” You joked but it only made him send a glare over to you. He really wasn’t a morning person at all. “I’ve already got a fresh pot of coffee waiting for you in the kitchen.”

“You truly are the best…I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He says as he walks by you towards the kitchen to pour himself a cup.

You closed the door and followed behind him making your way to the fridge. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.. so..” you said as you opened it, “what do you want for breakfast? Pancakes? Waffles? We could just have cereal if you want that instead.”

“Could we have French toast again?” Eddie asks walking up towards you, coffee in hand. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it since the last time we had it.”

Your back was to Eddie so you hadn’t realized just how close he had gotten. As you turn to face him so you could answer his question, you accidentally bump into him causing him to spill some of his coffee down your shirt.

“Son of a bitch!” You yelled while trying to hurry and pinch your shirt so the coffee wouldn’t burn you.

“Sweetheart, I- I am so sorry I didn’t mean to-“

“No, no, it’s okay” you put your other hand on his shoulder to try and stop him from panicking, “it was my fault anyway I bumped into you. Don’t worry about it, really, it’s not a big deal. And to answer your question, yes we can have French toast again, but we need to get eggs first.”

“Uh- y-yeah sure. I can run and get them real quick.”

“That’s fine with me. While you go do that, I’ll go get a shower and change out of these clothes.” You said as you headed off to the bathroom.

Suddenly Eddie didn’t feel as bad as he did before about the coffee. It was like the universe itself was helping him with his mission. This was it, his one chance. Once he heard you start the shower, he hurries into your room. Making his way over to the camcorder hidden away, he turns it on and presses the record button. “Jesus H. Christ please let this work” he mutters to himself. With that he leaves to make his way to the grocery store and tries to keep his mind busy, thinking of anything other than what’s happening back at the apartment.

Eddie comes back with the eggs and your morning routine is back on track. You fix breakfast together like always and just spend the day hanging out. You didn’t do much during these sleepovers, but you both still enjoyed the quality time together. By the end of the night, you found yourselves cuddled up on the couch watching a few movies you had on hand. You had fallen asleep on Eddie, your back to his chest. He somehow manages to get out from under you without waking you, and he carries you into your room. Laying you down on the bed, he covers you up with the blanket and makes sure you’re still in a deep sleep before he walks over to the shelf with your stuffed animals. He reaches over and turns the camcorder off and forms a mental note to himself to make sure he’s up before you are so he can somehow sneak it back out to his van. Eddie climbs into the bed to lay next to you. Sharing the bed is something you always did even as children growing up so it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. While in a deep sleep, you turn over to face Eddie and snuggle right up to him. He wishes you two could stay like this forever and not just on Saturdays when you have sleepovers.

*****

The next day you both wake up closer to noon rather than super early like before. Of course Eddie didn’t wake up earlier than you, who does he think he is? He’s thankful that you get up and head to the bathroom and as soon as the door closes, Eddie jumps up to grab his camcorder, practically running to his van and back in hopes of not getting caught. When he comes back in, he jumps at the sight of you standing there across the room from him.

“Whatcha doin’ big boy?” You say standing in the kitchen, sipping on a glass of water.

“I-uh- went for a smoke.”

“With your cigarettes on the table the whole time?”

Shit. Shit shit shit. He was starting to freak out. He had to come up with something quick.

“Not that kind of smoke, princess.”

“Ah, gotcha.” You finished your drink and turned to set the glass in the sink before returning your attention back to Eddie. “So, do you wanna go get something to eat? Lunch at the diner maybe? I’m starving.”

Eddie couldn’t let you in his van knowing what was sitting in the passenger seat. He didn’t have time to hide it in the back again and he knew you’d race and beat him to the van if he agrees to go out.

“Uh, no not this time. I- I actually have to leave.”

“Leave? Why?”

“Wayne needs me. Yeah, uh he��s got this thing he’s been working on and he told me the other day that he would need my help today with it so um, I should get going.”

With a confused look on your face you stare at him suspiciously. The longer you take to say something the more he feels like he’s going to have a heart attack right here in the middle of your apartment. Finally, after what feels like forever to him, you say something.

“Yeah, sure, okay.. um, well I guess I’ll see you around then? Call me tonight, yeah?”

“Yeah, yes, of course I will.”

Eddie leaves your place in a hurry and speeds back home. He can’t believe he just did that. The thrill of it all. He gets home and rushes inside. Going straight to his room and setting up the tape to play, he sits on his bed with his back to the headboard. He was already semi hard on the drive home, just thinking about what was waiting for him on that tape.

After a few minutes, he could hear your bedroom door open on the video. It took you a second to come into the frame but when you did, Eddie thought he had died and went to heaven. There you were, in nothing but a towel, water still dripping from your hair and making its way down your body. He starts to palm himself over his jeans making him hiss at the physical touch he so craved.

“Shit.. oh fuck…”

Things had just started and he was already a whimpering mess. A small wet patch forming on his jeans just from what little bit he saw of you. He couldn’t take it any longer, needing to feel more he took his jeans and boxers off. His cock springing up to his stomach as he groaned, finally feeling some relief. He spit in his hand and started stroking himself, gathering up his precum from the head as he watched you walk around your room looking for new clothes to wear.

Once you found an outfit, you laid it on the bed and began to dry yourself off. Your back was to the camcorder as you removed your towel. Your bare ass was on display for Eddie now and he tries his best not the cum at the sight of it.

“Oh god, baby, fuck you’re so beautiful.”

Every once in a while he catches a glimpse of some side boob but he grows impatient wanting to see more. Speeding up his fist, he becomes a blabbering mess as he tries to find his release.

“Shit, oh my god look at you. Just look at you. You’re so god damn beautiful. Fuck, you’re being so good for me, baby. Letting me see you like this? Sticking that ass out for me? God you’re so fucking good. So, so, good.”

He stops for a second to spit some more on his cock and then resumes the same pace he had before. At this point of the video, you had dried off and discarded your towel, but was still standing there fully nude for him.

Throwing his head back, he started to beg even more. “Oh fuck, princess, I’m getting so close. So fucking close.. please turn around for me baby. Please please please, I need to see you. All of you.”

Eddie knew you couldn’t hear him, but that didn’t stop him from saying it. He looks back up at the screen and suddenly, as if you had actually heard him, you turn your head slightly over your shoulder and he swears you were looking straight into the lens of the camcorder. Before he could process what was happening, you spoke.

“Be patient, Eddie, you’re not the only one who gets to have fun with this.”

Eddie instantly froze, hand not moving but still holding his cock. Did he just hear what he thought he heard? No, there’s no way you actually said that.

You turned around and Eddie let out a moan. Seeing you fully nude, your cunt on display right in front of him. He wanted to cum so bad. He needed to cum.

You start to feel yourself up looking directly at him. He starts to jerk himself off again at the sight of it all.

“Oh, you’re so dirty. Such a filthy little slut for me. I take back what I said about you being good. You are bad, very bad, sweetheart.”

Eddie could feel himself inching closer to his orgasm with every pump of his fist, his breathing gets heavy as he chases his release.

“Fuck, oh fuck, just like that baby, keep playing with those pretty tits of yours. Shit, oh- oh my god I’m gonna cum baby, I’m gonna fucking cum. You gonna let me cum all over those tits, hm? Ohhhh shit.”

Just as he’s about to cum he hears a noise come from the video causing him to pause what he’s doing yet again. The sound of your front door opening and suddenly a voice. His voice.

“Princess? I got the eggs! I’m gonna get started on breakfast, okay?”

You call out to him, “Yeah, okay, I’ll be out in a minute!”

You made your way closer to the camcorder and looked directly into it. At this point Eddie knew for sure he had been caught and wasn’t just imagining things.

“Looks like you just cockblocked yourself.. let’s see if you’ll have the guts to finally make a move in person. If not, I guess we’ll just have to wait until next weekend, yeah?”

You turn to go put your clothes on before quickly turning back. “Oh and by the way, next time you want to sneak and record someone, make sure there isn’t a big red light coming from the camera.” And with that you winked and started getting dressed.

Eddie sat there for a second, mouth hanging open in disbelief before quickly putting a pair of sweats on and grabbing his keys. He’ll be damned if he waits a whole week before making a move now after that stunt you just pulled.

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mypoisonedvine · 2 years

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all I can think about is reader being recently married to ralph and he gets such baby fever but only cos he loves to rut against you and breed your cunt like the submissive puppy boy he is 🥺

I changed this up juuuust a tad so that it can more easily be read as a sequel to 'who's a good boy?' but it also can be read as a standalone fic!

{word count} 2.4k

{warnings} smut, light pet play ('puppy' nickname and collar wearing but that's it), dom/sub dynamics, mommy kink, breeding kink, pregnancy mentions, multiple orgasms, premature ejaculation

Although you knew Ralph always wanted to be a father at some point in his life, you hadn't realized until you were engaged just how important it was to him.

Once or twice, while you were courting, he'd mentioned in passing a desire to have children someday. It never felt like a hint or anything, just a genuine admission: my father was a little standoffish, I want to be more open when it's my time; or, Mother was so sweet, I can only hope to marry someone who would be so kind to my children; or, I know Victoria doesn't want any of her own, which is sort of a shame, because I thought I'd be a nice uncle. Things like that.

He mentioned it again when he proposed— he asked you if you'd be willing to spend your life with him and have a family together. Of course, you said yes. But the most important time he spoke about wanting a child was the most accidental; and the most unexpected.

"So good, you're doing so well," you praised him softly as he whined, bucking his hips up from the bed helplessly.

"I-I'm not sure how much longer I can... h-hold back," he warned you in a gasp— but you just smiled, because he'd been saying that since the beginning and he'd managed to go this long without coming. You squeezed his cock gently in your hand, making him whimper louder. "Use your other hand, please? I wanna see it."

You giggled a bit. "Okay, puppy," you cooed; letting go of his stiff cock, it bounced up against his stomach and the light trail of golden blonde hair there. You put your left hand on it carefully, and you watched him stare enraptured at the diamond on your finger; he sighed proudly as your fingers trailed lightly over his shaft, tickling and teasing him and his overly-sensitive cock.

"So pretty," he breathed, blinking quickly as you wrapped your fingers around him. Already he was right back to losing his cool, only letting you jerk him off for a moment before he started to fuck your fist again and drop his head back with a choked sob. "Please, please please—" he began to beg.

"What do you need, puppy?" you asked gently— because he always begged but very rarely explained what he was actually asking for. You kept trying to remind him that if he actually asked he might get it, but he seemed to forget how until you encouraged him.

"I-I need—" he sniffled, "need t'come..."

"You wanna come on Mommy's hand?" you taunted, but he surprised you with his answer.

"N-no!" he whimpered. You tilted your head in confusion. "I wanna... come inside you..."

You tried not to laugh, because it seemed rude, but he was being quite audacious. "That's a very special treat, Ralphie, what makes you think you deserve that?"

"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it," he panted, "I just need it— please, Mommy, I-I wanna... I want a baby. I wanna have a baby with you."

You stopped moving your hand— and when he tried to keep moving his hips, you clicked your tongue at him disapprovingly and he stopped with a guilty sort of look on his face. "You really want that? It's sort of sudden, don't you think?"

"Not for me," he admitted, face getting even redder. "I've been thinking about it a lot, actually."

"And you're just bringing this up now?"

"Y-you know how I get," he batted his eyelashes sheepishly, "when you— when you touch me like that... I start saying anything."

Not anything, though; he started blabbering, yes, but he only said true things. He fessed up to a lot, too; this was different though, this wasn't admitting to touching himself when he wasn't supposed to or stealing your biscuits and then blaming Victoria. This was very, very different.

"Don't you think it would be nice?" he cooed. "A baby? Our baby?"

"Yes, but the pregnancy doesn't sound too appealing," you frowned.

"N-no, that part can be nice too!" he insisted, sitting up a bit. "I'd try to make it easy for you. And seeing you like that would be... divine."

"Like what?" you rolled your eyes. "Swollen and exhausted?"

He smiled, eyes getting a little glassy, and you could tell he was picturing it. “You’d glow, darling, you’d be so pretty— and it would be amazing knowing that I was the one who made you that way. That it was all because we were making our little family.”

It was disturbingly wholesome talk for a man who was currently naked except for a collar, but it still made your heart warm. “It really matters that much to you?” you noticed.

“I know we should wait until the wedding,” he admitted, coming back to reality a bit, “b-but you’d look really pretty as a bride with a baby bump, too…”

You smirked a little. “That would be quite the scandal, Ralph…”

“Oh, don’t pretend you ever cared about scandal, darling,” he winked. “Don’t you wanna be a real mommy?”

“Of course,” you replied, “especially with you— you’ll be a great father, Ralph.”

He glanced away shyly. “I hope so,” he mumbled.

“But maybe now isn’t the time—”

“J-just once!” he pleaded. “Let me try once. It won’t usually take that fast, anyways— and we can just wait until after the wedding to try again.”

“And if it does take after just once?” you prompted.

He smiled wide. “Even better.”

You considered it for a second, tuning out his rambling attempt to convince you, before you suddenly blurted out your response. “Alright,” you decided. “I’m gonna let you breed me.”

He choked on his own throat, staring at you wide-eyed. “R-really?” he whispered, jumping a bit as you nodded. “Th-thank you! I’m gonna be really good, promise!”

“I know you will, puppy.”

You sat up and began to carefully straddle his lap, admiring how awestruck he looked as he watched you. It felt kind of strange doing this knowing that you hadn’t put in any sort of contraceptive— no condom or sponge or pessary— and that there was nothing stopping the natural consequences of sex from occurring. It was thrilling; you understood why Ralph was so adamant about it, although you knew he was more interested in the outcome than the process.

But, he didn’t have any complaints about the process, either. In fact, he bit his lip to keep from moaning too loud (and it was still quite loud) as you guided yourself down onto his cock.

“I love you,” he whimpered when your hips collided with his, your bum resting on his thighs and your arms draped lazily around his shoulders.

You hadn’t started to move yet, just basking in the feeling of it, but then you heard Ralph let out a sharp sigh— and you felt it a moment later, his cock flexing, a familiar warm fullness inside you. Your eyes went wide when you realized what exactly you were feeling. “Puppy!” you gasped. “Are you already coming?”

He could only whine through his teeth and nod against your chest.

“Oh, Ralphie…” you sighed. “Just got a little too excited, huh?”

“I— I just— Mommy,” he sobbed, hugging onto you tightly. “You feel so— a-and I was thinking about h-how we might have our baby soon— and… and I couldn’t help it! M’sorry!”

“Shh,” you soothed him, kissing the top of his head, “you don’t need to be sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“You’re gonna be so pretty,” he whimpered. “Gonna look beautiful with my baby inside you— I couldn’t stop myself when I imagined it.”

You smiled and pet his head gently. “Well, who knows— maybe you’ll get to see me like that in a few months.”

He tilted his head back enough to blink up at you with big, watery eyes. “I wasn’t bad, was I? I’m still your good puppy?”

“Yes,” you assured, kissing the top of his forehead. “Such a good puppy.”

“D-don’t get off yet,” he pleaded suddenly, “I wanna just stay like this, please…”

You nodded approvingly and kept stroking his soft curls, feeling him relax under you.

Of course, you didn’t actually stay exactly that way for long; this is Ralph we’re dealing with here, who thinks of cockwarming as one of the most supreme punishments because he just needs to move. He can hardly ever stay still, let alone when your pussy’s involved.

So, after only a few minutes of him embracing you and you decorating his face with sweet kisses, his hips started to rock under you. You didn’t notice it right away, until you felt Ralph’s fingertips dig into your back as a soft whine fell from his lips. “Ralphie?” you whispered. “Are you alright?”

He nodded shakily, but pressed his hips up into you again.

“Do you need something?”

He didn’t answer with words, but by holding you tight as he rolled you onto your back, starting to thrust his hips as he pinned you down on the bed. You giggled joyfully, impressed by the uncharacteristic show of dominance. “S-sorry, I know I’m being bad,” he breathed, shutting his eyes tight as he fucked you faster, “I-I just can’t help it, I need to come again! I need to come in you again, Mommy— I want it to happen this time. I want you to be pregnant!”

You gasped as he fucked into you faster and rougher, his first load of come forced deeper into you as he kept going. “D-doesn’t it hurt? You’re so sensitive after—”

“N-no, it’s perfect,” he insisted, “it’s so— you feel so good, you always feel perfect… I’m so sorry, I’m being so bad…”

“It’s okay, baby,” you promised, reaching up to tuck a curl that had fallen loose behind his ear, then toying with the dangling collar. “I’ve just never seen you like this…”

“You’ve never told me I could breed you before,” he explained.

And you loved seeing Ralph totally out of control like this, unable to stop himself even when he was normally quite well-behaved. Not just that, but you loved the way it felt, too— the way he was fucking you so roughly, it wasn’t what you were used to but it made your walls clench from excitement. So, you egged him on. “I want you to, puppy,” you assured, “I want your baby in me.”

“Oh,” he choked, whining louder. “O-oh, I’m close again already— m’gonna come in you again!”

“Hold on a little longer, puppy,” you groaned, “I need to come first— you already broke that rule once tonight.”

“I-I know, Mommy, I’m sorry,” he sobbed, “you just feel so— oh, heavens…”

“You are so spoiled,” you noticed with a purr. “Spoiled little puppy.”

“Y-yes, yes,” he agreed eagerly, “I know— m’trying to be good, but I need you too much— I need this so much, I need to get you pregnant.”

“Just keep going,” you encouraged, “make me come. I know you know how.”

He grunted through his teeth, already struggling to hold back even when he came so recently; god, the poor thing, you would’ve let him do this sooner if you’d known how desperate it would make him. “Please come, Mommy,” he begged, “I-I can’t— I can’t stop it—”

“Yes you can,” you reminded him firmly. “You can make me come first, you can’t come in me again until I do—”

“Ohhhh,” he whined pitifully, “M-Mommy, please, please— I need to come, I need to come…”

He sobbed a bit as he buried his burning face in the crook of your neck, moans and sobs coming out right by your ear. “I know, puppy,” you soothed as you pet his head and back, “I’m close, just keep going, hold it in a little longer— I know you can be good, you can be my good puppy, just hold on… fuck, like that, Ralphie, just keep doing that…”

You normally weren’t so easy to please, either, but you’d been worked up from jerking him off for the better part of an hour and he was just too precious struggling to keep it together like this. Each stroke slammed his cock so deep, and you could feel his come leaking out around every thrust— it was too perfect, it sent you right to the edge in minutes.

“Good boy, good boy,” you encouraged, panting, holding on tighter to the back of his neck. It still hit you faster than you expected, and you heard Ralph gasp.

“Are you coming?” he noticed. “I can feel it— good job, Mommy— god, m’so close, can I come yet? I can come inside you now, right?”

You’d barely started nodding before he slammed into you and held you there— forced himself as deep as he could go and stayed there so every pump of his seed would be right up against the end of you. You smiled and shut your eyes, the afterglow starting to wash over you, your fingers tracing up and down his back.

“Oh, Mommy,” he whispered, “you’re so beautiful— I can’t believe you— wow. I didn’t think you would let me…”

“Shh,” you soothed again, kissing beside his ear. “Just stay still, puppy. Stay still and keep your cock inside so all your come stays in, too— so it takes.”

He hugged you tighter, whimpering quietly, “I love you so much, I love you I love you I—”

“I know,” you whispered back as he cried softly— he got overwhelmed in times like this, you were used to it. “I know, Ralph, and I love you too. You’re so good…”

He pulled away enough to wipe his face and look down at you, smiling happily. “You think I’ll be a good papa, too?”

You nodded back. “Of course. Our baby’s gonna love you so much, Ralphie.”

He grinned proudly. “It’s gonna love you most— what a lucky thing it’ll be, s’got the prettiest mommy in the world.”

“Do you think it’s about time to get up and run a bath?” you prompted, but he shook his head, laying down on top of you and snuggling in happily.

“No, let’s stay like this all night,” he decided. “And then…” he interrupted himself to kiss your face sweetly, “maybe…”

You raised an eyebrow as he peppered more kisses on your cheeks and nose, a few on your lips for good measure as well.

“Maybe in the morning,” he continued, finally, “I can breed you one more time?”

“Ralph,” you laughed, rolling your eyes, “you are so spoiled.”

“Oh, darling, if you think I’m spoiled… just wait until I’ve got a cute little heir of my own!”

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