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𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐨

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 (Ralph x Reader) You’ve been pining after Ralph for months now, convinced that he’s not interested in you or any other woman for that matter. Little did you know that you were only half right.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 Smut (18+ only, MINORS DNI I don’t care what you say, be respectful of my goddamn boundaries it’s not that difficult), mentions of masturbation (m and f), mentions of pillow humping, protected p in v (wrap it before you tap it hens), riding, Ralph is a virgin, mutual pining, crying, oral (m receiving), some fluff, I guess there’s also some angst?

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 Briefly proof-read but may still be some mistakes. At 7.7k words, this is by far the longest one-shot I’ve ever written. I was minding my own business, being in love with Eddie, and then Ralph came along and decided that I should also be in love with him. At this point my love life is fictional characters and only fictional characters, and I’m at peace with that. Also, I really shouldn’t have to say this, but if you’re a minor you really shouldn’t be reading my work or interacting with it or my blog. I’m not responsible for the media you consume, you are, and I will block you if I think you’re a minor. (Also before anyone says anything, condoms did exist in the 1920s, they were just thicker and probably not as comfortable or effective as they are nowadays)

When you first met Ralph, it had been a year ago at one of the parties his sister held regularly. You’d been invited because you were a cousin of one of Victoria’s friends, though you suspected back then it was just for them to have someone new to ridicule and make a spectacle of with the way they kept looking at you from a distance and giggling. However, whatever snide or mean remarks had been made about you had never reached your ears. In fact, quite the opposite happened. You heard nothing but kind words that Victoria and her confidants had said in regard to you. Pleasant, delightful, entertaining, sweet, compliments were all you’d heard spoken about you. However, something curious they’d also said had also gotten back to you.

Oh, she’d be the perfect friend for Ralph, don’t you think?

Ralph himself had been nothing but a gentleman to you for the short amount of time you conversed at the party. He was like an excitable puppy at times, definitely not acting his age, but it was something you found to be endearing. He asked you so many questions about yourself and your dreams and aspirations, genuinely interested in you despite having only just met you. You were disappointed when he was dragged away by his father to talk to other guests and worried that you’d lost your chance to get to know him more.

Your concern dissipated, however, when Victoria started inviting you over to the estate more. You were there as her guest and not Ralph’s but somehow you ended up spending more time with him than the elder of the twins. She didn’t seem to mind though, encouraging your friendship with him whilst also getting to know you more herself. You found her to be a little abrasive at times (you didn’t approve of the way she treated her brother) and more materialistic for your tastes but she proved to be a steadfast friend just like the younger twin.

After a while, you found yourself spending more and more time at the estate but at the request of Ralph. That wasn’t to say that Victoria had stopped inviting you to the estate, but her invitations were less frequent, and you ended up spending more time with her twin than with her. Even when you were invited to stay for a week or two at a time, you saw more of the younger Penbury than you did of her unless it was for dinner or for an outing with both of the twins to go shopping and explore the city. You didn’t mind this, however. It gave you the two of you the opportunity to get to know one another better, resulting in you become closer friends because of it. You’d even go so far as saying that he was your best friend and someone that you could rely on. His puppy-like energy and enthusiasm were matched by his love of playing the ukulele, which he often strummed when you asked him to, and that intelligence and insightfulness you’d caught vague glimpses of at the party. He was a lot smarter than his sister gave him credit for, and he seemed to positively glow and flourish when it was just the two of you.

With the amount of time you spent alone together, it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when you realised you’d developed feelings for him beyond friendship. Despite the differences in your backgrounds and lives, you both bonded and formed a friendship that meant a lot more to you than other friendships you had. You were always writing to each other if you couldn’t see one another, and when you did spend time together neither of you wanted it to end. Some of your happiest memories now were from your time spent in each other’s company. Ralph making up songs about you on his ukulele. Drinks by the fireplace. Days out to explore a part of the city that he hadn’t shown you yet, even if it was somewhere you’d been before by yourself because it just wasn’t the same if he wasn’t there with you. Dancing together at parties and laughing at each other’s jokes while you stood so close your lips could almost brush against his.

Once you had this realisation about your feelings, you ultimately decided not to bring it up with Ralph. He never seemed to be interested in romance or relationships, more than satisfied with his lot in life. His father had often offered to find a wife for him, but he declined each time and wasn’t pressured into finding someone. The younger Penbury was content playing his ukulele and throwing parties with Victoria. Seeing him happy and being his friend was enough for you. At least, that’s what you told yourself while you were in his company.

In the hours of the night, when you were alone in your own room at home or the guest room that had basically become yours for whenever you stayed over at the estate, you had to silence yourself as you let out your pent up feelings and attraction towards him. You’d spent the hours of the early morning on more than one occasion imagining what it would feel like for him to touch you. To hold him against you as you bounced up and down in his lap. The way he would sound moaning or whimpering above you as he thrusted in and out of you. The feeling of his skin against yours, his tongue lapping at your dripping cunt while he pinned down your hips to stop you moving. You were embarrassed at times by how much you craved him, often having to avoid his gaze the morning after your pleasured yourself to thoughts of him. If he’d noticed the way you refused to look him in the eyes until later in the day, he hadn’t said anything to you about it and didn’t act any differently around you.

Now, exactly a year after you first met one another, you were preparing for yet another party. Victoria had invited you and had even insisted on you staying at the estate for a while after, three weeks to be exact. It would be the longest that you’d visited, not that you were complaining. You could never complain at getting to spend more time with Ralph, even if that meant it would be three weeks of you endlessly pining after him while forcing yourself to maintain the friendship you had. You’d endure it as long as you got to see that beautiful, boyish smile of his.

When you arrived the morning of party day, Ralph eagerly greeted you as you stepped out of the carriage. He was quick to pull you into a tight embrace, beaming from ear to ear.

“Oh, Y/N, how I’ve missed you so! I couldn’t sleep a wink last night thinking about you,” he said as he pulled back, his hands lingering on your arms for a brief moment.

“I’ve missed you to, Ralph. Ever since Victoria’s letter arrived in the post, I’ve been preparing for the party. Father even bought me a new outfit for the occasion. I can’t wait for you to see it later tonight.”

Ralph bent his arm at the elbow and held it out for you. “Darling, you’re going to look absolutely marvellous. I daresay you’ll be the most beautiful lady there.”

You laced your arm through his and tried to ignore the way your stomach fluttered at how the pet name rolled off his tongue so easily. It was something he’d started calling you two or three months ago now and you still somehow hadn’t managed to get over how much you adored that you were the one he addressed in such a way. He didn’t even call his own twin sister darling. You assumed it was because of how close you’d grown as friends, the two of you inseparable whenever you stayed at the estate.

You didn’t know it then, but that night you were going to realise how wrong you were.

***

As always, the party downstairs was busy and buzzing with conversation and jazz music. You hadn’t meant to be late heading down into the ballroom, but you wanted to make sure you looked absolutely perfect before making your entrance. Even though you knew Ralph wouldn’t see you any differently, a tiny part of you hoped that he would notice and perhaps change his perspective of you from just friend to something more. It wasn’t a scandalous outfit by any means, but the way black skirt hugged your curves and stopped at the ankles to reveal stocking clad legs and black heels certainly made you feel like you looked scandalous. Partnered with the loose white blouse tucked into the waistline and the delicate gold necklace hanging around your neck that your mother gave you, you prayed that you looked both elegant and appealing enough to grab his attention. With one final look at yourself in the mirror, applying another layer of lipstick anxiously, you finally left the guest room and made your way downstairs and to the ballroom.

You immediately spotted Victoria with her friends and waved, smiling when she returned the gesture happily and took a sip of champagne from her glass. You politely said hello to the familiar faces that were in attendance and weaved your way through the crowd to sit at yours and Ralph’s usual table. He was nowhere to be seen, but you thought nothing of it as you took your seat and scanned the room to try and spot him. The butler brought over your own glass of champagne for you, and you thanked him before taking a sip and resuming your search for your best friend. When your eyes finally did land on him, you deflated a little at seeing him standing beside his father. He looked terribly bored as he listened to him droning on and on with another guest, glancing around the room. You beamed when his eyes finally landed on you and wiggled your fingers at him, feeling a rush of happiness when he waved back to you. You hoped you’d get to speak to him and have at least one dance with him before the end of the night.

A tap on the shoulder pulled your focus away from him and you turned your head to see an unfamiliar man standing before you. He looked to be about the same age as you and Ralph, his hair dirty blonde curls and a narrower jawline than you friend’s. He had a nice smile, you supposed, but it was nothing compared to Ralph’s.

“I was wondering, my lady, if you would care to dance?” he asked, holding out his hand for you to take. You were ready to decline and say no, but when you glanced back and saw that Ralph had now been roped into the conversation with his father you sighed and turned back to the stranger.

“Why not? It would be my pleasure,” you told him politely as you rose and took his hand. You allowed him to lead you to the dancefloor and forced yourself to keep smiling so that you wouldn’t embarrass Ralph or his family. Even though you weren’t a member of the household, you still felt obligated to uphold the image they cared about so much because of how often you found yourself staying at the estate. It was like a second home to you now, and as such you were going to treat it and the family as such.

“So,” the man in front of you said as you started to dance. “I hear you’re a frequent guest of the Penburys’. Would I be correct in assuming that you and the young Mr Penbury are courting, my lady?”

You felt your heart sink in your chest. “While I may be a guest here often, you would be incorrect in that assumption. Ralph and I are just friends.”

Your heart sank even more at the way he lit up at that. “Oh really? A woman as pretty as you? Does that mean you’re open to courting others, perhaps?”

“I’m flattered, but I –”

“Why don’t I take you out to dinner sometime? There’s a delightful restaurant that I’m sure you’ll love.”

Your patience was beginning to wear thin. “As lovely as that sounds, I’m afraid I will have to decline.”

“But why?” he asked, making you grit your teeth behind your smile. “Are you already promised to another man?”

“No. I would just rather –”

His hand gripped your hip a little tighter and you started to feel uncomfortable at his persistence. “Won’t you please give me a chance, my lady? I’m sure you’ll find me to adequate company, and I can offer a lot of money to someone like you.”

You stopped dating then and dropped your hands, stepping away from him. “I’m sorry, my lord, but I would rather die alone than spend my life with you. I have tried to tell you that I’m not interested, but still, you persist and ignore me. Now please move out of the way if you would be so kind. I need some fresh air.”

Unwilling to wait for a response, you pushed past him and made your way out of the back of the estate and into the gardens, hugging yourself as you stood in the cold. You knew that you might have negatively impacted the Penburys’ reputation and good standing by being rude, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All you’d wanted was to spend the night dancing and laughing with your best friend, and instead you’d been forced to leave the party just to escape that stupidly persistent man. You weren’t naïve; you knew that there were men out there who weren’t like Ralph and treated women more like objects of their desire as opposed to real people just as worthy of their respect as other men were. In fact, you thought yourself to be rather lucky that Ralph wasn’t like the others. He was sweet and kind and treated you like an equal, never once forcing himself on you or presuming that you were interested in him just because he was a rich man that lived in a fancy estate.

Assuming the footsteps you heard behind you belonged to that man from the party, you didn’t bother to turn around and continued to stare out over the vast gardens. You forced yourself to maintain a neutral facial expression as you prepared yourself to be bombarded once again with questions asking you to court him and why you were turning him down. If you weren’t so concerned about sullying the Penburys’ reputation and upsetting Ralph, you’d turn around and give him a piece of your mind. Perhaps you’d even give him a good knee to the –

“Darling? Are you alright?”

Thank God, it was Ralph.

You gave him a small smile as you turned your head to look at him. “Of course I am. How are you enjoying the party so far? From the looks of it, this could be your most successful party to date.”

Maybe you’d been hoping that your question would be a distraction so that you wouldn’t have to tell him what was wrong. Unfortunately, you weren’t so fortunate.

“You’re trying to change the subject,” he stated, his tone stern. “I saw you leave. Did something happen in there?”

“It’s nothing. I just needed some air.”

You gasped when he grasped both of your hands in his, staring into your eyes with determination.

“Please, don’t lie to me. There’s something else going on here and don’t think I haven’t noticed it. There are times when you won’t even look at me, times where you seem sad and distant, and then you lie about it and say that everything is fine. How am I supposed to help you if you won’t tell me anything?”

A sigh left your lips. Of course he’d noticed. He was much more perceptive than everyone else gave him credit for, including you apparently. The hurt expression on his face had you tearing up as you looked down at your joined hands. He was always noticing things, why wouldn’t he have noticed that his best friend was acting differently?

A choked laugh left your lips when he dropped your hands to wipe away your tears once you’d lifted your head, his fingers leaving tingles in their wake.

“Come,” he cooed, “let us go up to my room. There’s more privacy there and we won’t be interrupted. Then you can tell me what’s truly on your mind.”

You didn’t have the strength in you to decline and feed him another lie. So, you allowed him to tentatively take hold of your wrist and lead you back into the house. You caught a quick glimpse of the man you’d left behind on the dancefloor as you passed the ballroom, grateful that he seemed to be preoccupied with dancing with some other unfortunate woman.

The lock clicking once you were both in Ralph’s room made you release a breath you’d been subconsciously holding in, the sounds from the party downstairs dulled and muffled. You watched as the younger Penbury twin lit a few candles before he returned to you, sitting on the mattress and motioning for you to join him. You hesitated momentarily then decided that it would probably do more harm to shut him out than let him in and took a seat beside him.

Ralph cleared his throat. “So… um… well…”

“Yes?” you asked, gazing at him and watching in amusement as he shifted uncomfortably.

“Yes. Well. It has come to my attention that for a few months now you’ve been a bit off with me. I want to know what it is I’ve done that’s upset you.”

Your heart broke a little at his words. “Oh, Ralph, you’ve done nothing to upset me whatsoever. In fact, you’ve been a true and wonderful friend. The best friend I could ever ask for.”

“Then what is it? What’s been making you so sad? Has Victoria said something to you?” The touch of panic with his last question had you frowning.

“No, she’s not said a word about you. Was she supposed to have said something?”

His face grew a little paler. “Ah, no! Not at all. Forget I said that. Besides, we’re supposed to be focussing on you here, not me.”

“What is it that you think Victoria has said to me? Is there something wrong that you’re not telling me?”

“Y/N –”

“Ralph.”

“– please just tell me what’s going on. I’ve been worried these past few months that I’ve done something to hurt or aggrieve you and even now I still fear that I’ve chased you away somehow. Just tell me what it is so that we can talk about it and sort it out.”

You ran your hands down your face, not caring if it ruined your makeup anymore. You always knew that eventually you’d have to have this conversation with him, you just hoped for a while that maybe it wouldn’t need to happen because either you or he would find a partner and you could move on. However, nobody could even hold a candle to Ralph, so you never tried all that hard to find somebody else and he was just never interested in anyone. Now, as you sat on his bed keeping him away from his own party, you chose to just lay all of your cards on the table and hope that he would still want to be friends after this.

“Sometimes… sometimes it hurts to be around you, Ralph,” you started, staring straight ahead. “From the day we met last year – a year ago today, in fact – you’ve treated me with nothing but kindness and respect. You bring such joy and happiness into my life that I am unable to imagine a life without you in it. But then I had to go and spoil it all by developing feelings for you and thinking of you in ways that I shouldn’t. There are times when I can’t even look at you because I know that the thoughts I have about you would make you recoil in disgust and then I wouldn’t have my best friend anymore. I never intended to make you feel like you’d done something wrong. I also never intended for you to know about these feelings because I know you have no interest in courting or romance and I didn’t want to make things awkward between us. You matter too much to me for me to throw away a friendship so dear to me, but now I can no longer keep my feelings locked away because I’ve been hurting you by doing so. I hope that you can forgive me one day for that.”

The silence that met your words almost hurt more than if he were to shout at you and tell you to leave and never return. At least if he yelled it would be a response that told you how he was feeling and thinking. You weren’t sure how long you both sat there in silence until you heard a sniffle. You turned your head and felt a pang of guilt when you saw that Ralph was crying.

“Oh, Ralph, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. Please don’t cry,” you said, taking his face in yours to wipe away his tears and being met with an expression you never expected to see in response to your confession.

Ralph was beaming.

His shaking hands rested on top of yours as he turned his head slightly to kiss both palms. “How could I ever be disgusted by you, darling? You could never do anything to change how I feel about you. Here I was, scared that I’d somehow scared you away, and all this time you’ve been hiding how you truly feel to try and save a friendship that didn’t need to be saved. How long have you been suffering in silence like this?”

“A few months now. It started after I began visiting more frequently. We spent so much time together that it felt almost inevitable, but I was sure that you didn’t feel the same way,” you told him, a part of you still trying not to keep your hopes up.

Your best friend brought your hands down into his lap, thumbs caressing the skin. “Truth be told, Y/N, I’ve been feeling the same way since we first met at that party. I overheard Victoria and her friends talking about you and I was intrigued, so I begged her to invite you so that we could perhaps become friends. Then we started talking and you were so genuinely interested in getting to know me as a person and not as some rich boy, and I realised that you were special. Do you know how many women have tried to get to know me because they know that my family and I are wealthy? But you were different. You were interested in me and not my monetary worth, which meant more to me than I can express. I knew then that you would be the only one for me until the end of time.”

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as you took in Ralph’s words. You almost couldn’t believe it. Was he really admitting that he reciprocated your feelings towards him? This wasn’t a dream, was it? Perhaps you were still at home and fast asleep and would wake up to the bitterness of disappointment.

“Y/N,” Ralph said, his cheeks flushed. “Would it be too forward for me to ask for your permission to kiss you? I’ve never… you know…”

You gently placed a hand on his cheek and leaned in slightly, careful not to spook him. “I have thought about kissing you many times over these past months. If you wish to kiss me, I’ll be more than happy to kiss you back.”

As Ralph slowly leaned in so that your lips were almost touching, you remained as still as you could, wanting him to feel reassured that he was the one in control and could back out if he wasn’t ready or comfortable kissing you. When he finally closed the distance and his lips pressed softly against yours, you closed your eyes. You hesitantly moved your lips against his, mouths sliding innocently over one another as he tried his best to kiss you back. The fingers of one of his hands gently pressed against the back of your head to hold you in place while the other rested on your knee. Your free hand that wasn’t cupping his face took hold of his bow tie and lightly pulled, making him gasp against you.

When he broke the kiss, your eyes fluttered open to see that his cheeks were still flushed pink and his lips were a little swollen. He was panting a little as he gazed at you through his lashes.

“Did you like that, Ralphie?” you asked, the nickname slipping out before you could stop it.

He let out a quiet, high-pitched whine at the name. “Call me that again. Please.”

You smiled at the neediness in his voice. “Ralphie. My darling Ralphie. Did you enjoy our kiss?”

“I did.” His tongue ran over his bottom lip. “Please… please could I kiss you again?”

Without saying another word, you talk the initiative to kiss him this time. Even though he was inexperienced, and this was only his second kiss, he was a little more confident and his thumb stroked your knee over your skirt, his lips moving with yours. You bravely swiped your tongue against his lips and took the opportunity when he gasped to slide it into his mouth. He tasted faintly of champagne and strawberries, his tongue roaming your mouth as he tried to figure out what he was supposed to do with it. You tangled your fingers into his hair, ruining the meticulous way he’d styled it for the party, and smiled against him when you heard him moan at your gentle tugging. When he pulled away from you a second time, a small line of spit connected both of your mouths.

“Y/N, I feel a bit…” Ralph said, trailing off as he looked away bashfully.

“Is everything okay? Was that too much?” you asked as you removed your hands from his hair and leaned back to give him some more space. He moved is hands to his lap and stared down at his legs.

“No, it was wonderful,” he replied. “I just feel a bit… funny.”

You frowned at him, trying to decipher what he meant, and glanced down at his hands, quickly realising what he meant from where he’d positioned them.

“Don’t stare! It’s embarrassing and a lady like you shouldn’t have to see this.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Ralph, with all due respect, seeing it will have no effect on my feelings for you. It’s perfectly natural for your body to react that way and to feel ‘funny’. Sometimes I feel ‘funny’ too when I think about you if you understand what I’m saying?”

If Ralph was blushing before, he was now completely red. He hid his face in the crook of your neck and you giggled as you pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

“I don’t want you to think that I’m being… inappropriate, darling,” he mumbled against your skin.

You cupped his face and moved him so that you were looking him in the eye. “Sweetie, I promise I will tell you if you ever make me feel uncomfortable or if I think you’re being inappropriate towards me. And I would hope that you would do the same for me too.”

He nodded his head, his big brown eyes wide when you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Now,” you said, “will you please remove your hands? You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable doing so, but I’d like to see what effect I have on you. Women like knowing that their partner is aroused by them.”

He cringed when you said the word ‘aroused’ but did eventually remove his hands and placed them at his sides on the mattress. You waited for a moment to make sure he was okay with you looking and then glanced down to find that he was already tenting his trousers. While he likely wasn’t fully erect, you could tell he was straining against the fabric. You watched his face as you slowly brought a hand to his tent and gently applied pressure. He gasped and tilted his head back, his breath huffing out in pants as you began to palm him, grinding your hand down to create friction.

“God, Y/N, p-please,” he choked out.

You stopped moving your hand for a moment. “Please what, Ralphie? What is it you want?”

“I don’t… I don’t know.”

Your lips ghosted along his jawline. “Do you want me to continue? Or do you want me to stop?”

“Please don’t stop. But maybe… maybe you could… take my trousers off?” The last part came out as more of a squeak, making you smile and hum against his skin before you stood up and motioned for him to do the same. Your fingers fumbled with his belt buckle and yanked it out of the loops on his trousers before you set about unbuttoning and unzipping them. Before he could say anything more, you were on your knees and pulling down both his trousers and underwear just enough so that his hardened cock was freed and standing to attention level with your lips.

“Oh, sweetie, look how hard you are. If I’d known this was the effect I had on you, I would have told you my feelings sooner,” you told him, teasing him a little as you looked up at him and fluttered your eyelashes.

Ralph spluttered and covered his face with his hands. “Please stop.”

You giggled and gave his tip a gentle kiss, making him jolt with a quiet yelp. “Sorry, Ralphie. Tell me at any point if I go too far or you want to stop, okay?”

You waited for Ralph to give you a ‘yes’ before you took hold of him at his base and pressed another kiss to his tip. You sucked it into your mouth gently, your tongue dipping into the slit to taste the salty precum that was already leaking from him. He mewled as you slowly moved your fist up and down along his cock while you gave the head some love, your tongue swirling around it as you sucked it. One of his hands rested on the top of your head and you glanced at his face, his other hand covering his mouth as he watched you. His pupils were dilated as he kept his sights trained on you. You took a little more of him into your mouth as you observed him, a muffled moan barely audible over the dulled sounds of the ongoing party.

“Let me hear you, Ralph. I want to hear how good you feel,” you encouraged him as you pulled your lips off his dick with a quiet pop.

“But it’s embarrassing,” he replied, removing his hand all the same.

You continued to jerk him off as you pressed your lips to the underside of his cock. “If you don’t feel comfortable with it then that’s alright. I just want you to know that no sound you make could ever be embarrassing to me. I thought a lot about the kinds of sounds you’d make in this kind of situation, and never once did I think to myself that it would be embarrassing to hear them.”

His breaths came out in huffs. “Do you promise?”

“I promise, sweetie. Everything about you is beautiful, and I know any noises you make will be beautiful too.”

You placed him back in your mouth, taking half of him in this time and bobbing your head as you sucked. The groan that left Ralph’s lips as he stroked your hair made you squeeze your thighs together, desperate to feel even the tiniest bit of friction. You continued pumping his cock in time with the movement of your head, spit running down your chin while your tongue rubbed against a vein on the underside of his cock. His free hand squeezed your shoulder and his hips jerked forward when your teeth gently grazed against him.

“Ah, Y/N… feels so good, please go faster,” he rasped above you.

Obediently, your head bobbed a little faster and you dropped your hand to take him as far into your mouth as you could. You gagged when he hit the back of your throat and he yanked your hair.

“S-sorry, I didn’t mean to pull. Your mouth just…” Ralph’s words trailed off as he whined, his legs starting to shake.

“My mouth just what? Use your words, Ralphie.” Your hand was back to pumping him quickly as you pulled your mouth off him, squeezing his tip each time your hand reached it.

“Mouth feels s-so amazing. My body feels all tight and hot when you touch me like that.”

You lapped his dripping head with a hum. “I’m glad. Would you like my mouth around your cock again, Ralphie?”

His hips were rocking into your touch as he shook his head. “Don’t want to make a mess of you. Please…”

You immediately stopped what you were doing and rose to your feet, wiping your hands on some tissues from a box beside his bed from the last time you visited. He’d been sick at the time, locked up in his room and moaning in pain a lot.

Wait…

You smiled as it clicked in your head, but you decided not to mention it to him, not wanting him to feel embarrassed or ashamed. It was a discussion that could wait for another time. For now, you returned to Ralph and placed a soft but wet kiss on his cheek, wrapping your arms around his waist in an embrace that he reciprocated.

“Y/N?”

“Mm?”

He was quiet for a moment before he spoke up once more. “Do you think we could… oh, I’m not sure how to put it! I’m not all that experienced with relationships and… s-sex.”

You leaned back and kissed the tip of his nose. “Sweetie, are you trying to ask me if I want to have sex with you?”

He nodded his head swiftly, the tips of his ears flushed.

“I need you to use your words for me, okay? If you don’t use your words then I won’t know what you want, will I?”

Ralph took a deep breath. “Please could we have sex?”

You rewarded him with a kiss. “Good boy. Yes, we can indeed have sex. Do you have any protection?”

He frowned. “Protection?”

“Yes.” You sat down on the edge of his bed, leaning back. “Something that’ll stop me getting pregnant. Neither of us are ready to bring a child into the world, especially out of wedlock. Maybe Victoria will have some in her room?”

Ralph tucked himself back into his underwear and trousers, still hard, and promised you he’d be right back before he took off to his twin’s room. While you waited for him, you removed your blouse and skirt, placing your shoes neatly by the side of the bed. You were about to take your stockings off when he re-entered the bedroom, frozen in front of the now closed door with a box in his hand. His eyes widened as he drank in the sight before him: you, laying on his bed in just your undergarments.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” you asked him, snapping him out of his trance.

He nodded as he approached, holding up the box. “Um, yes. It turns out she has quite a few of them.”

Once he was stood in front of you, you sat up and placed a leg on either side of his so that he was standing between them. You boldly took hold of him by the bet loops and pulled him until he fell on top of you, your back hitting the covers while he kept himself propped up on his elbows.

“Are you sure you definitely want this?” you asked him, staring into his wide brown eyes.

His breath tickled your lips. “Yes. Do you? I don’t want you to think that we have to just because you… you know…”

“Ralph.” You made sure you maintained eye contact as you spoke. “I’ve wanted this for a while now. I've never been surer of anything in my life.”

He grinned at your response. However, before he could kiss you, you held a finger up to his lips.

“Before we start, what position would you feel most comfortable in? Would you rather I be on top or you?”

Ralph bit his lip in thought for a moment. “Could you, um, be on top, please? You seem to know what you’re doing more than I do and I don’t want to hurt you.”

With a reassuring kiss, you pushed him off you and made him lie down on the bed against his pillows. You pulled down his trousers and underwear, allowing him to lift his hips for you, and tossed them behind you to join the rest of your clothes. Your underwear and stockings were quick to join them, your body no longer concealed by fabric. You gave his cock a brief stroke, smiling at the broken moan that escaped him, and removed his blazer. Once that was on the floor too, you removed his bow tie and began to slowly unbutton his shirt, your fingers teasingly brushing against his chest. Once he was fully naked, you took in the sight of him beneath you and gave his thigh a squeeze.

“Oh, Ralphie,” you cooed, “you’re so beautiful. Such a pretty boy beneath all of those clothes. It’s criminal that you have to hide so much of it away from me.”

He whimpered at your words and ran a hand through his hair. “Do you truly mean that?”

“Of course, sweetie.” You leaned over him as you started to place kisses on his neck. His hands rushed to grip your hips as you littered his throat and chest with kisses, tiny remnants of your lipstick left behind in your wake. His words caught in his throat as he gazed down at you. When you reached his groin, you sat up and took the box off him, opening it and carefully pulling out a condom. It was thick and didn’t feel too pleasant, but you much preferred that to an unplanned pregnancy and becoming a social pariah.

Ralph cleared his throat. “It won’t hurt, will it?”

You frowned. “What? Putting this on? It shouldn’t hurt, no.”

“No, no, no.” He licked his lips. “I meant when we… you know… when we do it.”

You couldn’t help but smile and place a soft, wet kiss to his thigh. “Having sex shouldn’t hurt. It may feel a little odd for you at first though seeing as this is your first time. We’ll take it nice and slow, and you can tell me to stop at any moment. Even if we’re both close to finishing, if you tell me to stop, I’m more than happy to stop. I promise.”

As he finally, fully relaxed, he nodded to you reassuringly and you gradually rolled the condom down his cock until he was fully sheathed. You gave him an experimental stroke as you glanced up at his face.

“How does that feel?”

“Good,” he replied, his voice breathy.

Satisfied that he was comfortable, you straddled his hips and hovered over his erection, gently gliding the tip through your slick folds. “You’ll need to tell me when you’re ready, Ralphie. I won’t put you inside me if I’m not completely certain, so I need you to use your words.”

“Please keep going, darling. Please. I don’t think I’m going to last much longer. Just put me in, please.”

At the sound of his begging, you began to insert his dick inside of you, slowly sinking onto him before stopping halfway. He was already unleashing high-pitched groans and whines, his hands fisting the duvet cover. You gently rose yourself up so that he was slipping out of you and then sank back down onto him again, stopping at the halfway point once more. Your head tilted back as you repeated your actions, trying to get Ralph used to the sensation before trying to sit down on him fully. You listened to his shuddering breaths and moans, feeling him move as he arched his back off the bed.

“F-feels so good, Y/N. You’re squeezing me,” he sobbed, making you look down at him. His knuckles were white as he gripped the sheets tightly and his face was scrunched up as he closed his eyes.

You stopped moving and took hold of both of his hands. “Hey, pretty boy. Can you open your eyes for me?”

At the sound of your cooed request, he did as you asked and swallowed thickly as he watched you smile down at him.

“Relax for me. Use your hands to guide how fast or slow you want me to go. And keep your eyes open. I want you to be able to see what you do to me, okay?”

He nodded. “Sorry. You just feel amazing. Feels better than my hand. Definitely better than my pillow.”

You moaned at his words, gently moving down so that his cock was inside you completely. “You used your pillow while thinking of me, Ralphie?”

“I did,” he confessed. “Sometimes my hand wasn’t enough, so I’d hump my pillow thinking about how you might feel around me.”

You started to ride him slowly, Ralph’s hands dictating the pace. Each time he was completely sheathed inside you, you felt him graze against your inner walls. He squeezed your hips with each movement, and you gazed down at his face, cheeks burning hot as you saw the way he eagerly watched you gliding up and down his dick and the way your arousal made him glisten.

“Did you ever think about me riding you like this?” you asked, your voice husky.

“Fu- I did, darling. I imagined the way your boobs would jiggle if you went faster. It made me finish too quickly sometimes.”

You allowed him to bounce you in his lap a little faster, the two of you groaning at the sounds of squelching emanating from where your bodies met. You rocked against him each time your hips met, savouring the way he mewled and rolled his own up against you to try and get impossibly deeper.

“Mm, your cock feels so good inside me Ralph. Wish we’d done this sooner,” you purred, watching with glee as his eyes snapped up to your face, drool beginning to leak from the corner of his lips and down to his chin.

“M-me too. You’re squeezing me so fucking good, I won’t last much longer,” he cried, his eyes beginning to water.

Wanting to cum with him, you took hold of one of his hands and began guiding his fingers in rubbing your clit. The sensation immediately sent what felt like a jolt of electricity through your body. You rode him faster, clenching your walls around him as you leaned down to capture his lips in a brief kiss.

“Can you – ah – keep moving your hand like that if I let go?” you asked, unable to hold back the moan that cut through your words.

“Yes, anything for you, Y/N.”

You began to suck and nip at his neck, the hand that had been showing him what to do tangling itself in his hair. His finger continued to circle your clit and his free hand moved so that his arm was draped over your lower back.

“Say my name again,” you whispered into his ear.

He shuddered. “Y/N. Y/N, I’m going to –”

His hips jerked up into you as he wept, his chest arching against yours as he came inside the condom. Your climax soon followed, and you chanted out words of praise intermingled with his name, his fingers still moving against your clit but the movement sloppy.

You both lay there in that position for a while after, his hand removed from your bundle of nerves as you kissed the back of it. He gently removed himself from inside you and you fell so that you were laying on your side and facing him while he remained on his back. Your fingers delicately traced up and down his chest, grounding him as he came down from his high. When he eventually turned his head to look at you, you gave him a sweet smile and kissed him.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” you asked, somewhat self-conscious that he perhaps hadn’t liked it as much as you did.

His arms wrapped around you and pulled you so that your head was laying on his chest. “That was amazing. Perfect. I didn’t know that it could feel so… so…”

“Amazing?”

“Mm.”

You cuddled up to him but glanced up when you heard him sniffling. You sat up, worried that he was already regretting what had happened, but you felt a warmth flood your chest at the smile that adorned his beautiful face. He gazed up at you in awe, his eyes taking in every inch of you that he could see.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, reaching up a hand to caress your face.

You leaned your head into the touch, kissing his palm. “I love you too, Ralphie. With all my heart.”

Almost as if only just remembering, Ralph rose to his feet and removed the condom, tying a knot in it and walking on wobbly legs over to the bin to dispose of it. Once he returned to you, he lay back down on the bed and pulled you down to hold one another. The two of you eventually drifted off like that, the party downstairs abandoned and forgotten about.

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My Sweet Boy

Being a close friend of the Penbury twins, you had received an invitation to their birthday party, it promised jazz, booze and drugs aplenty. You had been infatuated with Ralph from the moment you met the boisterous man, but never acted on it… until tonight.

Minors DNI

Contains: Virgin!Ralph X Reader, Mentions Of Drinking, Alludes To Drug Use, Oral (Male And Female Receiving), Praise Kink, Unprotected Sex, Premature Ejaculation, Pet Names (Sweet Boy, Baby, My Love)

You see him from across the room sipping on his drink, sitting all alone, ignored by most of the partygoers but happy nonetheless. It was very rude of all the guests to be ignoring him, it was his birthday as much as Victoria’s. You excuse yourself from your table and the conversation continues without you.

You approach him with a smile, “Could I have the honour of a dance with the birthday boy?”

“Yes!” He yelps enthusiastically, before composing himself and continuing more calmly, “Yes, of course you may.” He drops his glass onto the table and leaps to his feet offering you his hand.

You giggle and take his outstretched hand. After a few steps you notice a clacking emanating from his feet.

“Are you... are you wearing tap shoes?” You glance down at them.

“Yes! Aren’t they wizard?” He grins broadly and you look up at him only to find his grin fading into a more serious expression.

You’d do anything to bring that bright smile back, “Oh, Ralphie they are absolutely wizard.”

His grin slowly reappears, “You really think so?” He asks hopefully.

“Of course. They are just perfect, very you.”

“And that’s a good thing, right?” He asks tentatively.

“Yes, being yourself is a very good thing.” You assure him, leaning into him as the pair of you twirl around to the music.

After a few turns of the dance floor the pair of you stumble back to his seat, drinks in hand.

“Oh, Ralph that was fun.” You breathe out with a smile taking a seat beside him, “I hope you’re enjoying your big day.”

“Today has been simply splendid, best birthday in years.” He beams back at you.

“I’m glad. Cheers.” You lift your glass to his clinking them together and taking a sip.

He gives a little hiccup before venturing boldly, “There’s only one thing that could make tonight even better.”

“Yeah, what’s that sweet boy?”

“A kiss for the birthday boy…” He trails off, hope tinging his voice.

You hesitate he’s definitely tipsy, possibly drunk, among other things. You’ve never seen him this bold before. In your hesitation he’s backpedaling, avoiding your eyes, flushing with embarrassment, “I mean you don’t have to. I was just… I was being silly. Must be the drink...”

You press a finger to his lips, silencing him and his eyes widen snapping back to you.

“Shhhh… sweet boy, if you want a kiss, I’ll gladly give it.”

He’s offering you his cheek, expecting a simple peck, but you grasp his chin tilting his face towards you as you press your lips into his gently. He gasps into your mouth and you take advantage of that, deepening the kiss, sliding your tongue over his. His eyes widen for a moment before fluttering closed, you swallow up his little moans greedily before breaking apart, the pair of you gasping for air.

“Wow… was that… did that just happen, or am I dreaming?” He sighs.

You giggle, “Not dreaming, Ralphie. Do you often dream of kissing me?”

“Oh, all the time. I dream of kissing you all over… especially down there.” His eyes drift down between your thighs.

You gasp, “Ralph! My goodness where did that come from?”

He’s averting his gaze again, red as a tomato and stumbling over his words, “I’m s-sorry, that was very forward of m-me. D-Don’t kn-know what came over me. Please f-forgive me.”

You place a hand on his knee and he stiffens, staring down at it.

“Sweet boy, I think maybe we should get you upstairs to sleep it off a little. How does that sound, hmmm?”

He pouts and whines back at you like a petulant child, “But it’s still early, I don’t want to miss out on the party.”

You rub circles into his leg, “Look at me, Ralphie.”

He does so a little reluctantly, “Just twenty minutes and then you can come back down. Does that sound fair to you?”

“Only if you come with me.” He continues to pout at you.

“Ok, I’ll come with you.” You conceded standing and offering your hand.

He takes it and you pull him to his feet, leading him up the stairs.

“Remind me again, which way to your bedroom?” You prompt him and he points out the way.

“Here we are.” You say softly, depositing him on his ornate, plush bed. He sits, falling back almost immediately with a sigh, eyes closing contentedly. You move to take off his shoes, slipping them off one at a time and placing them to the side. You stand leaning over him and remove his jacket, slipping it off his shoulders, it pools beneath his back. You grab an arm, “Come on, lean forward a little… yes, that’s it.”

You pull the jacket out from under him and turn to hang it over the bedpost. When you look back at him, he’s curling up on the edge of the bed bringing his legs up to join him.

You brush a hand across his forehead, sweeping away wisps of his curly hair. “Ok, I’ll be back in twenty minutes, alright?”

He hums in response and you turn to leave, but his hand darts out grabbing your wrist. You turn back to him to see him gazing up at you, “Please stay.” He mumbles.

“Alright, move over.”

He scrambles back into the middle of the bed and you toe off your shoes joining him on the bed.

He closes his eyes again for a moment, before peeking through a cracked lid, “Could you… would you… hold me? I promise I won’t try anything… unseemly.”

“Of course, I can sweet boy.” You pull him into your arms and he sighs, relaxing into you.

He’s dozing off in moments, listening to his gentle breaths calms you and you find yourself drifting off too.

You wake to the feel of something pressing into your back, you must have rolled over at some point. Your back is to Ralph, his arms still tangled around you holding you close, your dress twisted and gathered up to your waist. You feel him shifting against you, grinding his hard length into your plump ass sloppily in his sleep, his head resting on your shoulder, panting in your ear.

A soft moan escapes your lips and you feel a wetness gathering between your thighs. You’re debating whether or not you should wake him when his next thrust forces his thick cock between your legs to rub against your clothed, rapidly dampening folds. He repeats this motion a few times, nudging at the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. You whine out his name and he begins to stir, hips coming to a sudden stop as he realises what he’s doing.

He gasps, recoiling from your warmth, “Oh god. Oh god I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

You roll over to face him, “It’s ok, Ralphie. I was rather enjoying that, actually.”

“You were?” He gapes at you incredulously.

“Yes… and if you feel like you’ve sobered up, maybe we can continue…” you offer.

He chokes in response, can’t believe what he’s hearing.

You rub your palm over his chest, “Hey, deep breaths now ok…” he complies and you continue, “Is that something you want?”

He nods his head vigorously, you chuckle at his enthusiasm. You trail your hand down his chest, hooking your fingers on the buttons of his vest popping them open as you go. You slide the vest over his shoulders, your hands lingering there for a moment looking deep into his eyes.

He stares back longingly, “Kiss me.” He sighs pressing his forehead to your own. You comply with his request pressing your lips to his gently as you move to loosen his bowtie. He kisses you back soft and sweet and gentle, if a bit clumsy. You continue undressing him, undoing the buttons on his shirt letting it hang open loosely.

When you break away his eyes are clouded with lust and he’s puffing softly. He tugs on the fabric of your dress, “Not fair…” he mumbles, “you gotta take this off too.”

You toss his shirt across the room before collecting the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head. You toss that aside too, laying there in your lacy, white undergarments.

He drinks in the view, before reaching out hesitantly, hands hovering over you, “Can I… can I touch?”

“Of course, you can, Ralphie.” You sigh.

His hands come to rest on the swell of your breast, palming you gently. His exploratory fingers find one of your nipples and he rolls it between them experimentally. You whine in response, a fresh wave of arousal flooding your panties.

He tugs on the straps of your bra, soft fingers explore the band searching for a way to release you from the silky fabric.

“How… how does this come off?” He asks shyly.

“Here, let me.” You brush his hands away undoing the lacing and pulling it free from your chest.

He gasps at the sight of your naked breasts, hands coming back up to cup them, squeezing them a little more firmly this time.

His head leans forward hesitating yet again before looking to you for approval, “Can I-”

You cut him off with a breathy moan, “Yes.”

His tongue darts out flicking at your nipple before he’s placing open-mouthed kisses all over your chest.

You press your hand into him running it down his abdomen, to rest against his bulging crotch. He presses his hips into your palm with a groan.

“Want me to take off your pants, sweet boy?” You mumble into his hair.

“Oh god, please.” He whines back desperately.

You undo the zip and slide his pants down his legs slowly, gazing up at him watching as he takes shaky breaths closing his eyes.

“If you need me to stop or slow down at any point just know that is perfectly fine, ok?” You assure him.

“Mhmm.” He hums in response, nodding his head.

You pull his underwear down before shimmying out of your own, admiring his impressive, weeping cock as it juts out proudly between his legs.

You roll him over onto his back and trail kisses down his neck, relishing in his little breathy moans. You pause at his nipple, flicking at it with your tongue teasingly and he gasps, hips bucking up. You continue your journey down his torso, til you reach the junction of his hip, gazing up at him through your lashes. You hold him down by his thighs, his eyes are scrunched up tight, hands balled into fists by his sides, lips pursed with shallow, shaky breaths.

When you press a kiss to his flushed tip he almost jumps out of his skin. You hold on to him more firmly, restricting his movements. You run your tongue along the underside of his length a few times before coming back up to the tip easing your mouth on to it and swirling your tongue around it. “Fuck… oh god… oh god.” He yelps in a strung-out moan, his eyes snapping open. You take more and more of him in as his hips buck against you, fighting your grip. You keep him pinned to the mattress, slowly bobbing up and down, every little sound he makes fuelling your own desire.

“Wait! Wait, please!” He squeaks and you pull off his twitching length with a wet ‘pop’.

You lean back on your heels taking in his fucked-out appearance a strange sense of pride bubbling up in your chest that you were the one to have him like this, all breathy and whiney and desperate.

A wicked thought occurs to you and you hook your legs over his, “You wanna watch me touch myself, Ralphie?”

He lets out a strangled moan, “Y-yes, please,”

You start off slow, putting on a show, cupping your breasts in your palms, rolling and pinching your nipples. Your mouth falls open in a silent gasp, before you take one hand and trail it down further to tangle into the hair at the cusp of your entrance.

Ralph watches your every movement intently, committing every action to memory. You drag the tips of your fingers through your slick folds, collecting the wetness before teasing at your clit.

Breathing rapidly as you roll your sensitive nub between your fingers in tandem with the hand at your breasts. You plunge two fingers into your dripping hole, alternating between thrusting them in and out, and rubbing at your clit.

The exhilaration mounts coiling in your belly, seeping into your limbs with a tingly sensation. “Oh, Ralph… I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum.”

He stares on in awe as you contort in pleasure, pressing your fingers into your swollen clit firmly. You clench around nothing before falling back panting heavily. You giggle and let out a sigh before sitting back up, grinning at him and his slack jawed expression.

“Do you think you’re ready to fuck me now?” You ask earnestly.

He lets out a strangled gasp before nodding eagerly. You grip him by the shoulders, rolling over dragging him with you so that he ends up pressed on top of you.

You look into his eyes expectantly, but he just hovers above you speechless.

“Uhhh… how do I… I don’t know how to start…” he manages to stutter out.

“That’s ok, just do whatever feels right and I can help you along the way,”

He nods nervously, before taking his cock in hand and rubbing it through your puffy labia. You jolt when his tip brushes against that sensitive bundle of nerves again and he stills abruptly. “Did I do something wrong? Are you alright?”

“My sweet boy, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just very sensitive right there.”

“Oh… ok, good… good to know.” He puffs out, before resuming his previous motions.

“Please, Ralph… I need more…” You whine up at him. “I need you inside.”

He lets out a shaky breath, “O-ok…” He mumbles, pushing against you more firmly.

“A little… a little lower.” You gasp

He follows your guidance and barely makes it inside you before you feel a warmth seeping over your folds, overflowing from your entrance where his flared head rests throbbing rhythmically.

Tears well in the corners of his eyes as his cock slips out of you. It leaves a messy, sticky strand running between the two of, connecting you briefly before breaking and pooling on the sheets beneath you. He collapses into your chest sobbing.

“Oh, that was a big one, wasn’t it, sweet boy?” You coo, stroking the back of his head gently.

He continues to cry shaking his head, you grow concerned, “Ralphie, are you ok?”

He whimpers in response, unable or unwilling to answer. “Hey, what’s wrong? Look at me.” You urge.

He refuses to look up, you ease his head back to look into his watery eyes.

“Please, Ralph tell me. What’s wrong?” You implore.

“I-I-I’m sorry… I couldn’t… I couldn’t… it was just too good. You felt too good. I couldn’t…”

“Oh baby, no no no. Stop that, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But… but I didn’t… it wasn’t good for you too. I know. I heard Victoria and her friends laughing and joking about one of her… suitors once. They called him the minute man, said he was lousy, couldn’t even last fifty seconds before he was blowing his load and rolling over. They were all saying how horrible it must have been.”

You interrupt his blubbering, “Ralphie, you were anything but horrible. I like that I can make you feel like that, and I know it was your first time. Every time isn’t going to be like that, it doesn’t have to be.”

“What if… what if it is though?” He sobs out.

“Even if it is there are other ways to please a lady and you’re a sweet, generous man. Just the fact that you’re this distraught by it means I know you’ll do everything you can to please your partner.” You attempt to reassure him.

He whimpers as you smooth over his curls with your hand.

You sit up and pull him into your lap so he’s straddling your thighs and bring his head to rest on your shoulder, “It’s ok, really.” You insist.

“You… you mean it?” He hiccups softly and you rub a hand over his back soothingly.

“Yes, of course I do.”

“But I ruined everything.”

“You didn’t ruin anything. Now if you want, I’ll give you a minute to calm down and then we can get back to making me feel good. How’s that?”

He pulls his head away from your shoulder to look at you, worrying his lip between his teeth before nodding his head in agreement. You continue to rub circles into his back as he takes soft, shaky breaths.

He rests his forehead against yours, eyes closing softly, small breaths puffing out from between his lips. You capture his lips between your own, kissing him in earnest, he relaxes into your touch and reciprocates. When he pulls away for air you press a hand to his chest, “Better?”

He opens his teary eyes and hums in response, “Yeah. Wanna focus on you now.”

“There’s my sweet boy.” You coo at him, your hand coming up to cup his cheek and he presses into it.

“Now I seem to recall you saying something about wanting to ‘kiss me down there’ is that something you still want to try?”

“Oh god, did I really say that?” He groans.

“Yep, and I think it’s a brilliant idea.” You stroke your thumb over his cheek.

“Yeah… I wanna.” He admits, eyes downcast bashfully.

“Need any help getting started?”

“I think… I think I’ll be ok. I can just do it like you did for me, right?” He looks to you for confirmation.

“Yeah, that should work just fine.” You agree.

He mimics your earlier actions, kissing along your neck working his way towards your wet heat, a little overzealously. Face buried between your thighs he licks a long stripe all the way from your dripping core to your clit, sucking up the remnants of his own release with a low groan.

He repeats this movement a few times before flicking at your clit with the tip of his tongue. You bury your hands into his curls with a pitchy moan and he grins against you. He sucks on that little bundle of nerves hard, you throw your head back with a whine.

“Use… hmmmm… use your fingers, pleeeaaaasee.”

He slips two fingers inside you, stretching them against your slick channel.

“Like this?” He mumbles against you.

“Yes Ralph, just like that!” You wail clamping down on his fingers and gushing around them as your legs tremble around his head, hips raising off the mattress.

Floating back down to Earth, you disentangle your hands from his head, letting them flop to your sides. He grins up at you, chin glistening with your fluids, “How was that?”

You manage to tilt your head down towards him to reply, “Oh, Ralphie you have no idea how goooood that was.”

You realise he’s been rutting into the mattress, and still is, his cock thick and hard once more.

“Looks like someone is ready to go again.” You giggle.

“Oh, uh… yeah looks like I am, aren’t I?” He responds sheepishly.

“What, you didn’t notice, sweet boy?” You tease.

“Actually, I kind of didn’t, was a little preoccupied with other things.” He confesses.

“Well, do you think you’re up for round two?”

You sense his hesitance and rush to reassure him, “Sweet boy, you will be amazing, this’ll make you feel soooo good. We can change it up a bit too. You trust me, right?”

He nods, “What do you have in mind?”

“Maybe I can be on top this time, be in control a little more.” You suggest.

He bites his lip, “O-ok, yeah.”

You grin at him encouragingly, “Perfect, now can I just get you on your back?”

He scrambles to comply, rolling to the side coming to rest on his back gazing at you eagerly.

“Good boy.” You hum at him and notice the slight shiver that passes through him.

You kneel beside him, moving to straddle him. Throwing one leg over him and resting on his thighs, you glance down at his messy cock, slick and glistening.

You grip the base of his shaft and it twitches slightly as you move to hover above it. You gaze into his eyes, gauging his reaction as you rub his tip through your folds.

“You ready?”

He looks up at you in awe, nodding speechlessly. You sink down on his length slowly, his whines like music to your ears. You groan taking more of him bit by bit until you’re fully seated against him, his cock throbbing against your walls. You sit like that for a moment allowing him to adjust to the sensation along with you.

“Move… please.” He whines from beneath you, resisting the urge to buck up into you.

You roll your hips ever so slightly, resting your hands on his shoulders.

“How’s that sweet boy?”

He groans in response, looking up at you reverently “Lovely… that’s lovely. More… please.”

You run your hands down his arms, to rest over his and guide them onto your hips. He grips them tight as you begin to bounce gently on top of him.

His hands loosen around your waist and venture up towards your breasts, caressing them gently.

“That’s it, such a good boy.” You croon.

He bites down on his lip with a whine, hips bucking up into yours. You drop a hand between your joined bodies, pinching and flicking at your clit as his grip on your breast shifts, fingers moving to toy with your nipples.

You flex your walls around him, enjoying the way he shudders. He’s leaning forward pressing his face to your chest with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses, his hands moving to encircle you. You kiss the top of his head moaning encouragingly, “Please Ralphie, you’re doing so good for me.”

He spasms beneath you as you clench down on him again.

“Please, don’t… I can’t, it’s too much.” He whines against you pathetically.

“Just let go, it’s ok. Cum for me Ralph, please.” You beg into his curls.

Your words send him toppling over the edge, his cries jumbling together, “Oh… oh god! Yesyesyes… ungh…I love you.”

The feel of his warm, sticky release coating your walls has you spasming around him, milking his cock dry.

You collapse against him as he falls back into the mattress, both of you breathless.

“Happy birthday, Ralphie.” You sigh into his ear.

“Best birthday ever.” He mumbles back.

The two of you doze off once again wrapped up in each other.

“Ralph! Ralph where did you disappear to last night?!” Victoria calls down the halls. Flinging open Ralph’s bedroom door when she reaches it, rousing the two of you from your slumber.

“We’re all going to the market…” She continues, until she sees the pair of you entwined on the bed, “EWW THAT’S DISGUSTING! COVER YOURSELVES, PLEASE!” She shrieks, covering her face and turning away.

You giggle as Victoria storms back out of the room, it’s not like she was ever one to limit her public displays of affection and you were tucked up in bed behind closed doors.

“Good morning, sweet boy.” You kiss his forehead softly.

He mumbles groggily, “Mhhhh… morning, my love.”

“So… it sounds like we’re going to have the place to ourselves today… whatever shall we do?” You bat your eyelashes at him and he perks up instantly, pulling you into a clumsy kiss.

“Anything you want, my love.” He sighs.

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babe, I cannot get out of my mind the idea of giving ralphie head as a birthday present.. maybe in a public area, in the bathroom let’s say🫠 he almost cums in his pants immediately after you get on your knees for him bc poor baby has had a crush on you for a long time

Oh my word, I love it.

Poor Ralphie was so excited when you whispered in his ear that you have a special present for him. He followed close behind you like a little puppy, his hand gripping yours tightly. You giggled with him, his excitement was truly contagious and you couldn't help but be a little giddy yourself. Especially knowing what you have in store for him.

"Why are we in th–" you interrupt him with a finger over his soft lips.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh," you hush, you push his back into the locked door of the bathroom, your hands moving to cradle the back of his head.

"Mmmm!" He hums in surprise when your lips connect to his, eyes wide open and blinking a few times to process everything. When your lips move against his in slow but passionate kisses, Ralph is absolutely melting. "Mmmmmmmm...."

You feel his hands, shy and inexperienced, reach for your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. When you pull back, Ralph whimpers in protest and chases you. A hand against his shoulder keeps him in his place. He whines again, giving you a proper pout now.

"Awww, Ralphie, there's no need to pout," you soothe with a peck to his pouting lips. "Are you ready for your present, Angel?"

"Y-Yes!" He gasps out, his voice was weak and the hushed tone you spoke in had him under a similar spell. You grin and let the hand on his shoulder slip lower and lower, Ralph's eyes grew wider and wider the further south you went. Suddenly, you cup the tent in his trousers, earning a sharp gasp from the sweet birthday boy in front of you.

"A-Ah!" He gasps and shudders, his jaw hung open in shock, his eyes wide as saucers, looking at you in disbelief. He always loved you, you were the picture of divine beauty and grace. So to feel your precious hand touching his most intimate part, even through his trousers, is unbelievably heavenly.

And then you stroke him.

"O-Oh my G—" he cant finish his sentence before he's choking on air, his eyes rolling back as he pants heavily. You giggle at how wrecked he already is, and give his face a few grounding kisses.

"Feel good, Ralph?" You purr in his ear, the sound alone nearly enough to make him cum.

"Yes!" He squeaks in a fluttering, high voice. He fists the beaded fabric of your dress.

"I can make it feel even better..." before he can ask 'how' you're giving him one last kiss and sinking to your knees before him.

He knew what was happening.

"O-Oh Christ!" He cries out, hips twitching on their own accord and his cock throbbing uncontrollably in his trousers. You giggle again and make quick work of his belt and zipper. Ralph grips the door knob behind him for support, the other hand bracing against the wall. He was going to collapse.

The cold air of the bathroom hitting his heated cock has him whimpering, the sigh of relief from being freed from the confines of his pants is brief. You look up at him from between his legs, his hard dick standing proud next to your gorgeous face. It's almost too much for him, but he'd be damned if he finishes too soon, before you get your mouth on him.

"You have such a pretty cock, Ralph," you hum, watching as his already red face gets even redder.

"T-Thank–thank you," he stutters, his words ending in a squeak when your hands slide up his inner thighs. He tosses his head into the hard wood door behind him when your lips kiss his hip bone. "Jesus!"

"Nope, just me, Ralphie," you chuckle and wrap a hand around his shaft, gently peeling back his foreskin to reveal his leaking tip to you. The action has Ralph nearly doubling over, his eyes opening just in time to see your pretty lips wrapping around his red tip.

"O-OH GOD!" He cries out loudly, uncaring if anyone walking by could hear him. You moan and swirl your tongue around his salty skin, tasting as much of it as possible. Moan after moan leave Ralph's pretty mouth. You feel his cock twitch excitedly in your grasp, you knew he wasn't going to last any longer.

You suddenly start to bob your head, taking more and more of him into your hot mouth with each stroke. You manage to get nearly all of him inside your mouth by the third bob of your head— and that proved too much for sweet Ralphie.

With a strangled cry of your name, he was coming, his eyes shut tight, face scrunched in a euphoric pout, on hand clutching your shoulder as he leans over you, the pleasure far too much for him to handle. He could feel everything— the sweat on his neck, the cool wood of the door behind him, your throat swallowing around him, milking him of every last drop of cum.

Black spots danced along the corners of his eyes as you finally released him with a pop. He can hear your fuzzy voice calling his name, it makes him smile. You chuckle and reach up to help steady him as you pull his pants back up and into place.

Before you could buckle his belt, he slides down the door and collapses on the floor with a breathless sigh. He shuts his eyes, collecting himself as best he could. You smile and straighten out his disheveled tie, his hands catching yours.

"What did you think of your birthday present, Ralph?" He takes a moment to catch his breath and open his eyes, the look in his eyes shined with more affection and adoration than you thought humanly possible.

"Wizard."

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busy streets and busy lives • ralph penbury x reader

A strange day at work gets even stranger when you meet a man who claims he's from 1926. With no certainty as to when he can get back, you decide to take him in until that time arrives.

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Tags: Timewasters (series), modern!au, slow burn, mutual pining, idiots in love™, fluff, some angst, swearing and mentions of adult themes throughout, eventual adult content, alcohol content, drug content, penbury is a fanon surname

Word count: 10.6k

A/N: 5½ months. 12 chapters. 107,600 words. All for a silly little idea I threw at my friends in a discord server. Thank you for being here. <3

Also, there's a part in this that's VERY reminiscent of a certain photo that released today. (spoiler alert, it's in the chapter card lol) I swear, I wrote that almost a week ago and the video just HAD to drop today of all days, DIDN'T IT. If Joseph Quinn is in my walls, please get him out of there. That's not a safe environment for him.

“Right, so, hang about…” Connor holds his hands out in front of him, moving one out to the side as if physically placing events into a timeline. “So, back in 192-whatever, Ralph meets Nick and that lot, who we went to school with, who have… Travelled through fucking time,” he sounds exhausted just at that phrase. You nod, and he moves his hand to continue, “Ralph falls head over heels for Little Lauren. That works about as well as anybody would expect,” he raises his eyebrows at Ralph, who shies away a little. “And Ralph joins the Army.”

“French Foreign Legion, to be exact,” Ralph pipes up.

“French Foreign Whatever, yeah,” Connor nods, moving his hand again. “He hates it, he runs away back home, he ends up meeting Homeless Pete.”

“Wait!” Grace’s boyfriend suddenly shouts, waving his hands around and making everyone jump. He points to Ralph. “That’s why your name’s always been in the back of my head! You lived in the fucking Waterstones building?!” Ralph nods. “So, you were filthy stinking rich, and you left that?!”

“Well, I… I may have left out some details about… I may have… Sort of given up most of my material possessions to Laur- the other Lauren,” he gestures to Connor’s girlfriend, who makes an expression that shows Ralph she understands that she’s not who he’s talking about. “Um, before I had left. Well, after I had left for the Army, but before I… Ended up here.”

“You were really down bad, weren’t you, mate?” Connor asks, cocking his head, and Ralph cowers back into his seat.

“Yes, well. That’s all well into the past now. Ninety-seven years in the past, to be exact!”

“Fucking mental,” Scott says under his breath. “Anyway, Connor, keep going with your…” He waves his hands in front of him.

“Yeah, so, you’ve not got nothing, Lauren rejected you and you still left her everythi- God, how did you survive without us?!” Connor shakes his head. “So you bump into H.P., who brings you to our time. You get rescued,” he gestures to you, “and…”

“Can I ask,” Scott’s partner raises a finger, looking at you. “What made you take him in, then?”

You look at Ralph and shrug. “I dunno, look at him! Who’d say no to that face?” You squish his cheeks in one hand, to his indignation, and you hear the soft laughs of your friends. “But… Yeah. Once I’d found H.P. and gotten as much of an explanation as I’ll ever get out of him, it was just… So much to wrap my head around. And I couldn’t just leave Ralph to the streets, he’d get killed!” Ralph suddenly looks very fearful, grabbing a cushion to hug to his chest. “And then next thing I knew, he was setting off alarms in the flat on his first day there, so I couldn’t exactly leave him home alone, so I had to bring him with me to Anna’s that night. I barely had the time to text you lot in advance, I couldn’t exactly leave you a voice note saying “by the way, time travel exists and I’m bringing a man who was born in the Victorian era, see you at 7!” And then the days were getting ahead of me, and I couldn’t even make any sense of it myself, let alone trying to teach any of you about it, either.”

“So, what, does he have to go back at any point? To like, restore the fragile balance of the time-space continuum or whatever sci-fi nonsense this actually proves?” Grace asks.

“Well, we thought so, and that’s why we were always so vague about him “going home”,” you explain. “But then, after Brighton, he almost - he could’ve gone home, and by all we knew back then, he should’ve -” You don’t see Ralph wince in pain at that word. “- but H.P. tol- well, told,” you hold up your fingers as air quotes, “Ralph that since the others had never returned to their own time, without consequence, he decided to stick around.” You smile comfortingly at him and he reaches out to hold your hand.

“Easily the best decision I’ve ever made,” he smiles back. “Staying with you, well, all of you!” He looks around the room. “I truly… I cannot put into words how deeply it hurt to omit the truth from you all for so long, but… Well, everything just seemed to be going so well for me, for once, and I feared that… To let that slip, I might… Lose you all,” he lets go of you to wring his hands in his lap. “Entirely selfish of me, I completely understand if you all think differently of me, now -”

Anna interjects with a sympathetic, “You’d have to do a lot worse to get rid of all of us.”

“Yeah, you’re the one stuck with us, Ralphie!” Scott jokes.

“I mean…” Lauren starts, pausing for a moment. Ralph’s face goes on an emotional journey of potential heartbreak, fearing he’s lost one of his best friends. Lauren remains stoic as she finally continues, “Yeah, it’s pretty shit that pretty much the foundation of why we’re friends is a lie.”

“Literally the only thing that Ralph and I kept quiet was the whole time travel thing, because, well, it still sounds stupid saying those words out loud,” you shake your head. “But everything else, it’s all been pure Ralph. Nothing else is based off any lies, it was just to… I mean, what would you have done if he’d have told you that night you met him, that he’d got here by getting in a lift with an old man in 1926 and ended up in 2022?!”

“I’d think he was off his tits,” Lauren admits in a quiet voice, much to Ralph’s confusion. “Yeah, alright, I guess, it’s… It’s complicated, innit?”

“Tell me about it,” you reply, exhausted, and the others laugh.

“It is a bit shit,” Connor acknowledges Lauren and then the pair of you. “But we’d all probably have done something similar. I mean, fuck me, I’d probably have left him with H.P. and let him be someone else’s problem. Good job I never found you first, eh!” Connor’s light-hearted smile falters at Ralph’s fearful look.

“Again, I completely understand if any of you feel duped into being my friend and wish to use your own agency to - just, please, direct all of your disappointment towards me and not -”

“Ralphie, babes, we’re saying we get it. Kinda. I dunno, this is all messing with my head a bit,” Grace blows out a breath, and everyone makes general noises of agreement. “But of course we still wanna be friends with you, you big nelly!”

“Yeah, we love teaching you words and things you’d never know. Now that we know why, we can teach you way more!” Scott’s eyes glisten mischievously.

“I mean, I know I’m the one who technically turned you into a bit of a Swiftie, but I’m not letting go of that any time soon,” Anna jokes, which causes Ralph to finally let out a small laugh. “And besides, whose head am I gonna pat without you around?!”

“I never meant to deceive you all,” Ralph says quietly.

“We know,” Connor reassures in the same tone, “but you didn’t really trick us into anything. And hey, it could’ve been worse. I’d rather you were a secret time traveller than a secret serial killer!”

Ralph finally lets himself smile at Connor, who returns it. He sits up a little more confidently. “I can’t tell you what a relief it will be to never have to worry about what I say anymore!”

“I mean, still, this information can’t leave the people in this room,” you explain, gesturing around to everyone. “There’s all sorts of legalities that I’ve never been able to figure out, like a passport,” you gesture to Connor and Lauren, “or setting him up with a bank account, or medical stuff -”

“I mean, surely there’s people out there who were never registered at birth or whatever, right? Maybe we just play Ralph off as one of those?” Anna asks.

“Maybe. But who do we say he is? If we call him a Penbury, as in we try and say that he’s his own relative, his last technical record from 1926 is that he enlisted, went MIA and was presumed dead,” you shrug.

“Shit, yeah, your mum does all that stuff, doesn’t she? Have a look, see what his sister’s stuff says, maybe we can sneak him in that way,” Scott leans in, and everyone else starts shuffling closer, too.

Ralph, having been sat dumbfounded for several minutes, finally finds his voice. “Sorry, but now I’m the one who’s rather lost. So… Not only are none of you ousting me, you’re planning to deceive the law for me?!”

“Yeah, didn’t you hear Anna earlier? You’re family,” Connor smiles affectionately at him, and Ralph’s ears turn pink as his lower lip trembles.

You log into your mum’s ancestry account and once again look up Ralph’s name, your eyes going wide when you see the name next to him. “Okay, so Victoria’s got about six surnames, so I’m sure we can slip you in there somewhere,” you shake your head. Having only looked at his census before, you look through the data they have on Ralph and gasp loudly. Everyone’s gaze snaps to you as you flip your phone over to show them a photo of Ralph, dated February 1926, looking exactly how you remember he did the day you met him, dressed head to toe in Army uniform.

“Oh, you could totally say that you’d been digging up family stuff and you think you’re a dead ringer for… How many generations back would that be?” Anna asks.

You count on your fingers, “Okay, so 1901… Let’s say 30 years per generation, that’s like 3 to get to you being around our age… Which would make OG Ralph your potential… Great-grandpa.” You grimace at the same realisation that Connor and Scott come to, as they point and laugh at you.

“You’re dating someone old enough to be your -”

“He’s twenty-six! Please don’t make me think of it any other way!” You wince, making everyone laugh. “Three generations of unregistered babies is a bit of a stretch…” You shake your head. “Let’s just table this for now. He’s not going anywhere for the time being, are you?” You turn to ask Ralph, who violently shakes his head, still blinking his tears away. “There we go. So, let’s just let everything… Sink in, for now. And we’ll keep thinking of what to do in the long run.”

Ralph hugs everyone goodbye extra tightly. You offer an extra apology to all of your friends, yourself, but they all echo the earlier sentiments that they would have done the same if they were in such a predicament. That they probably would have talked you out of keeping Ralph fugitive for as long as you have. That, if anything, they’re grateful you never gave them the chance to advise you, because if you’d listened to them, none of you would have him in your lives, and one thing everyone in the room agrees on is that life’s been far better with him in it. You have to practically frog-march Ralph out of the door as he starts getting misty-eyed again.

Once you and Ralph are laying in bed, you cuddle up to him, wrapping your arm around his torso. “How you feeling, now?”

“I can’t feel much less than spectacular with you in my arms, my love,” Ralph smiles as he holds you even closer to him.

“Not just all the mushy stuff, you big sap,” you tease. “I mean, like, having to tell everyone.”

“Ah. Yes, well. That went far better than I ever imagined,” he admits softly.

“Wanna admit now that you mean a hell of a lot more to people now that you’ve found the right ones?” You look up at him with a grin.

He squeezes his arm around you to prompt you into leaning up to kiss him. Once you break away from him, he sighs happily. “I suppose, it’s a comfort to know what real friendship is supposed to feel like.”

“Exactly. You don’t give up on the right people. And you’re our right person,” you nuzzle into his neck and he buries his face in your hair.

“That sentiment is more than mutual. Goodnight, my love. Pleasant dreams.“

“Night, Ralphie. Love you, too.”

The next morning, you and Ralph both have the day off, a rare occurrence that you’re extra grateful for today. Of course, you’d love to spend it doing more of what you’d been doing just yesterday, but you’d rather be extra safe and get Ralph some protection, as well as your own birth control. And you needed to go into town for some other things, anyway. You decide to take Ralph with you, though - mostly, so that you can coach him into being able to buy his own condoms without spontaneously combusting on the spot.

Ralph wants to ask his boss something, too, so you head to the old high street where his shop is. While you do love his colleagues, you know that Babs will insist on you two staying for a cup of tea. And then another. And then she’s made you lunch. And then you’re spending your whole day off at Ralph’s workplace. Which honestly, has been fun when it’s happened before, but you do have things on your personal agenda today. And then when they’re done…

You wave to Babs through the shop window when you hear some vaguely familiar voices approaching.

“Nah, bruv, I think your mate Pete got his maths all mixed up, this ain’t when we left here.”

“Maybe we’re in whatever year he just wanted to come back to.”

“Nah, mate, I told him, clear as mud: take us back to the present day.”

“Okay, but Jase, you do realise we’ve travelled back and forth between multiple decades since -”

“Shhh, shut the fuck up, someone’s right there! We should just ask them.”

“Fantastic idea, sis. What do you want to do, rock right up and say, ‘Hello, completely normal and unaware person. Could you, for no strange reason whatsoever, happen to tell me what year it is?’?!”

You’d most certainly know that voice anywhere. Looking over at your high school crush, you smirk at Nicholas, his sister and his friends as you tell him, “March 15th, 2023.”

All four of them look incredulously at you. You can see some cogs turning behind their eyes until, finally, Jason shouts your name out. You grin and nod at him, and he yells, “Fuckin’ ’ell! How the fuck are you?!”

“Yeah, I’m alright. Still kicking about, you know how it is. What about you lot? You must’ve been… Busy.”

“Yeah! Yeah, um… Quick question, how did you…?” Nicholas starts, but pauses, trying to think of how to articulate himself.

After a few seconds, Lauren scoffs, “How’d you know to tell us what the date is so calm, like?”

“Well…” You singsong in a high-pitched tone as the door to the costume shop swings open again. Ralph emerges, to a series of shocked gasps.

“Fucking hell, doesn’t he look the spit image of -”

“Yeah, if you just slick his hair right down, and put him in a bow tie and a straw hat, I reckon - Here, you wouldn’t happen to have a great-grandad or something called Ralph, would you?”

“Wait!” Lauren shouts, holding her hands out. She studies Ralph intricately, who looks as though he’s still processing the sight in front of him. “You look just like Ralph, but all modern-like…” She points to him, and then to you. “And you know that we’ve been… In a different time…” She sticks her head out and squints her eyes back at Ralph. “Are you -?” He nods, still stunned into a wide-eyed silence.

Horace raises his arms in an excited greeting. “Ralph! My boy! We thought you’d died!” He pulls him into a hug that sweeps him off his feet. Ralph hangs against Horace’s body as though he were a ragdoll, his face still bewildered. “Let me take a good look at you,” he says as he puts Ralph down, before letting out a single cackle. “Ha, look at you! Look at this jacket, these chains! You’re a proper modern man, ain’t ya, with your sunglasses and your - How’ve you been, what you been up to?!”

“How did you get here?!” Nick asks in disbelief. You recap very quickly how Ralph found Pete - deliberately redacting that he’d attempted to return home to them - and ended up here, where you’d found him and taken him in.

Just as you finish explaining, someone approaches you with an, “Excuse me?” They tap your arm, but lean around you to look at Ralph and nod with a smile, “I thought that was him! Ralph from Twitter, right? Oh my god, I wish my phone hadn’t died, or I’d so ask for a selfie with you!”

Four confused faces look over at Ralph, but you wave the stranger off with a, “Not to worry! I can take one on his phone for him to tweet, if you want? And then you can save it for yourself when you’re home?”

“Oh my god, would you? That’s so sweet! Thank you!” They gush before posing for a photo with him. You quickly get their Twitter handle to include in his tweet, and wave them off as they walk away with a spring in their step.

“What was all that, then?” Jason asks with amusement. “Ralph from Twitter?!”

“Long story. I never told my friends Ralph was from the 1920s, so they thought anyone his age should be on Twitter by now. He kept tweeting inane shit that he thought he was Googling, people found it hilarious, and now he’s sort of social media famous,” you explain with a shrug, to everyone’s laughter.

Lauren looks Ralph up and down, not unlike the way Ralph looks at you, and rubs her hands together. “Famous, eh? I like the sound of that. Sounds like we’ve got some catching up to do, eh, Ralph?”

You feel rage burn through you at the audacity that Lauren has, clearly only interested in Ralph for a chance at fame herself. At how she could so outwardly come for your man - though, granted, Ralph’s been too shellshocked to make that much clear.

You, yourself, start to freeze up as you look over at him. What if this is it? The validation he’d been craving for so long? A second chance at the love he’d felt so strongly about losing, he’d fled the country. If he was willing to risk losing it all after having his heart broken, what else would he be willing to lose to win her back?!

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of silence, Ralph takes a deep breath in. “I don’t think there’s anything more to be caught up on.” He holds your arm to smile warmly at you, “You captured everything perfectly, darling,” before leaning in to kiss you. Jason and Horace hoot and holler, while Lauren makes a disgusted face.

“Fair enough. Rather you than me, anyway, I’d probably get sick of him after a while,” she sneers.

“Good job I won’t, then, eh!” You flash a sickly sweet grin at her as you wrap your arms around one of Ralph’s, hugging it tightly.

“Looks like you really are out of a shot, mate,” Jason grins at Nick, who shoves him.

“Give over, that was -” he flusters, and you laugh, which he sighs at. “Okay, well, so as to explain myself and not sound like a complete lunatic, I, uh… Might have had a bit of a thing for you in school, but I was always too chicken to do anything about it. And even though that was years ago at this point, apparently I’m not allowed to live it down,” he forces a smile on his face, making you laugh harder.

“If it’s any consolation, that was mutual, by the way,” you smirk. You feel Ralph tense under your grip and bury your head against his bicep. “But I don’t think it was meant to be, in the end.”

“God, can you imagine, in another universe, it would’ve been you and Nick, Jase and Victoria, and Lauren and Ralph!” Horace laughs before faltering. “But then who’s left for me?”

You shake your head. “What are you lot planning on doing in terms of living somewhere?”

“Dunno, we brought some stuff over from different time periods in the hopes we could make some big money off some antique dealers,” Nick gestures to the bags they’d placed on the ground while talking to you.

“Good luck, things have changed a lot in the last, what’s it been, six years for you? Yeah, the housing market’s a fucking nightmare,” you shake your head.

“Paying over a thousand pounds a month to live in a shoebox, I ask you,” Ralph mutters under his breath in disgust. You shoot him an offended glance and he simpers back, “But I’d live in a matchbox if it meant living with you, my love.” You grin back, angling your cheek for him to kiss it, to more retching sounds from Lauren.

“Well, I was wondering if we could chance our luck with Ralph’s place, but seeing as though our only way in would be claiming Jason’s son left it to us in his will, when he’d be older than us in this time…” Nick shakes his head, and you and Ralph look incredulously at him.

“Sorry, what?! Ralph’s place?! You mean the big fuck-off mansion they lived in? That’s a Waterstone’s now, and even if it was, there’s no way you’d afford a place like that -”

The others look at you in confusion. “Victoria told us that the house was destroyed in an air raid,” Nick explains slowly.

You shake your head, pointing towards the bookstore. “Go look for yourself, plaque’s still there, and everything. She ended up spending all the Penbury fortune, went flat broke.”

“Explains a lot,” Lauren mutters under her breath.

“Yes, well, anyway!” Jason raises his hands up, as well as his voice. “I’m on about the one that Victoria ended up getting when he di- well, ‘died’, I guess,” Jason holds up air quotes over the word ‘died’. You both stand there in stunned silence, so he explains, “Vic said she found a letter from your dad, before the place got bombed, or… Whatever the fuck actually happened to it, it doesn’t matter, now. The letter was meant to go to his lawyer but I guess he never got to give it to him before… Well,” he gestures, and you both nod in understanding. “Anyway, so in this letter your dad had written, it said that he’d bought an extra place, for if you were to ever go off to war and want a place to come back that was all your own,” he gestures to Ralph, who swallows hard.

“Father bought… Bought me a house?!” He asks, stunned.

“He wrote some bullshit in there about how it might help you start a family and keep the Penbury name intact, that your… ‘pursuit of a wife would be easier if you already had a place of your own’,” Jason pulls a face and shakes his head.

Ralph nods in understanding, pressing his lips together with a faltering, “Now that sounds like Father.”

“So, when you ‘died’, Vic claimed that she had the right to inherit that house, and that’s where we lived. And, um… I sort of… Gave you a nephew?” Jason smiles weakly at Ralph. “But he went off and started his life elsewhere, and fuck knows what happened to him.”

“Hmm, I thought I could maybe blag our way into claiming that Jase is entitled to inherit it, too, because of the family name, but I doubt it, if JJ never came back for it. I seriously doubt Victoria’s still going,” he shakes his head. “Never mind, we’ll just start flogging this stuff and go from there. Anyway! Insane to see both of you, together, at the same time, but, y’know. Glad to see you’re both well, now.” Nick smiles at you both, and you nod.

“Good to see you guys, too! Helps put things at ease that the whole time travelling thing doesn’t make the universe implode on itself.” They laugh, and you look over at the building next to you before nudging Ralph. “Hey, they could probably try selling some of their stuff to your shop, couldn’t they?”

“There’d be no harm in trying,” Ralph agrees. “Though I should warn you, the owner is a tad… Eccentric.”

Lauren scoffs, “Fuck me, if Ralph’s calling someone eccentric, they must be a raving fucking lunatic!” She picks up one of the bags and heads to the door, slapping Ralph’s arm as she walks past him. “See you around, yeah?”

“Y-Yes, of course. All of you,” Ralph smiles, shaking the other men’s hands as they all pile into Ralph’s workplace.

Your mind starts trying to work in rapid fire, trying desperately to connect dots that seem impossible to connect. Thankfully, Ralph for once manages to keep you on task, even managing to buy what you’d asked him to - though instead of working up the nerve to seek out a cashier, he’d opted for the equally challenging task of trying to operate a self-service checkout while you frantically Google every little bump in the road you come across - though on incognito mode, of course, just in case.

Once you’re sitting down together in a cafe, waiting on your lunch, you finally try and articulate your train of thought to Ralph. “Look, all you need to prove that you’re a rightful heir is a name, a story that you’re related, and three months’ worth of proof that you live somewhere. So, granted, we’re gonna need to find something to sign you up to that’ll mail you stuff, but after that, in just three months, we might be able to get that place!”

“Well,” Ralph starts, wringing his hands together on the table. “Babs was telling me something about - about the taxes she has to file, apparently there’s some sort of form I have to be given at the end of the month, I didn’t say anything because she’s the one that pays me, but she had said something about deducting it from my pay already, it’s a… System I couldn’t wrap my head around,” he shakes his head. “But she did say… That if I’m asked to prove anything about my pay, she also has my official pay slips in her possession.”

You look at him incredulously. “So, what, they have your work’s address on them? As if you live there?”

“Not quite… She asked for our address some time ago, and I assumed it was in case of emergencies so I told her, and so I suppose that’s what she’s submitted on the slips. She said that she never sends them because there’s no point, if we want them, we can simply ask her.”

You’re practically vibrating in your seat with excitement. “So, we can take those… With your name on… Make up some story about how we found a photo online of your great-grandad who looks just like you and found out he owned that house…” You grin at him. “And it’d be ours!”

Ralph deflates a little. “I wish I could share your enthusiasm, my love, but I fear our luck has run out by now. I mean, surely I’d need a legal record, too!”

You shake your head furiously. “It only says they might ask, online. And you’ve charmed your way out of identification before on countless occasions, what’s one more time?! “

“It’s just an awfully big risk, I mean, what if we get caught? What if we’re imprisoned, questioned - would they even believe what happened with me? It’s just too close to being impossible!”

“Exactly!” You slap the table a few times before grabbing Ralph’s hands to hold them. “Everything about us is just shy of being impossible. You are a 26 year old man who was born in 1901. I am someone who’d given up entirely on love until I literally walked right into meeting my literal soulmate.”

Ralph smiles bashfully, “I wouldn’t have thought you believed in soulmates.”

“That’s my point! I didn’t either! I never would have! But you make the almost-impossible entirely possible. You made an entire life for yourself here where you are loved and admired by literally thousands of people, including the most ride-or-die friends you could have asked for. That are, probably right this second, also researching how to keep you here as long as we possibly can. Who can say they’ve got friends like that, hm? You think Victoria and all her little pals would put that much effort into keeping her around?” Ralph shakes his head. “Right. Because you’re special, Ralph. I know it. We all know it. Just… Come on.”

“But there’ll be inheritance tax, surely,” he counters, “and then, what? I haven’t paid tax in… Ninety-seven years!”

“So, if that happens, we do what Anna says. Once we’ve established that you’re definitely entitled to the house in the name of Ralph Penbury, we spin a tale that you were never registered. Sure, you’d probably be lumped with a load of tax to pay back, but…” You tut out a breath as you think before gasping, clapping and holding his hands again. “What if, we get the house, but I tell my parents we’re buying it, rather than inheriting it?! Get them to give me a loan for a deposit, you use it to start paying off tax stuff, and then instead of all our money going on rent, you can pay the tax people back and I can pay my parents back.”

“It all sounds rather hair-brained,” Ralph states, but with a smile that says he believes in the cause.

“It’s completely hair-brained,” you admit with a nod. “It’s insane and out there and nobody in their right mind would actually think it works. Which is what’s gonna make it work. Right?”

“It’s just - It’s the risk,” Ralph shakes his head, but you pull his hands up to your mouth, kissing his knuckles.

“Ralph Do-You-Have-A-Middle-Name? Penbury.” He laughs. “I am so… Ridiculously, madly, insanely in love with you that I would be willing to put my entire life on the line for you. I would quite literally risk it all.”

Ralph’s ears burn red as he smiles bashfully. “And you call me the hopeless romantic.”

“God, I know. I guess you’ve corrupted me, too,” you pull a face, and he laughs.

“You’re right, though. What sort of man would I be if I didn’t heed my own word? Though I may have far less to put on the line… I would do anything for you, my love. As long as I still have you, I will have everything.”

“Trust you to out-fluff me,” you smirk. “So, you’re willing to give it a shot?”

He takes a deep breath in, and finally nods. “Very well. Whatever happens, we shall have each other, always.”

You kiss his hands again with a grin. “Always.”

~~~

The clang of metal against metal as the door shuts behind you makes you jump out of your skin. “Jesus fucking Christ, warn someone when you’re doing that, won’t you?” you glare over at the uniform-clad man as he wrenches his key out of the lock.

“If it’s too loud for your delicate little ears, sunshine, don’t stay so close,” he sneers.

“Got no choice, have I?” you ask, rolling your eyes and gesturing down, and an almost wicked smile creeps along the man’s face.

“That’s what you get, ending up in a place like this where people like you don’t belong,” he tuts, shaking his head. “If you can’t hack it…”

“Oi, dickhead,” a voice calls from behind you. “You’re all done, now, ain’t ya? If you want to keep that face of yours arranged the way your mother made it, you’ll jog on.”

He looks at you with a smug frown, waggling his eyebrows, “That really the sort of thing you want to be known for? Dangerous reputation around these parts.”

You groan, leaning down to press your forehead into the knuckles holding your car door open as you’re standing halfway in it. “Just get that lorry of yours out of my parking space before I get done for being on double yellow lines, yeah?” The man kisses his teeth as he clambers back into his vehicle and drives away. You pull a face as you put on a mock voice, “‘Get a man with a van’, they said. ‘It’ll make your move so much easier’, they said. Prick. Thanks for helping me deal with him,” you simper at Ralph’s friend Charlotte as she scoops up a box from the pavement.

“Yeah, well. Someone’s gotta put pricks like that in their place, and it sure as shit ain’t our Ralphie,” she scoffs, and you chuckle. "Want me to go grab him so you lovebirds can say goodbye?” She says in a joking tone, pulling a kissy face at you.

You laugh, “Says the person who can’t go twelve seconds without sucking on Yankee-Doodle’s face in there,” you waggle your eyebrows.

“You’re lucky I like you, d’y’know that?” she teases, sticking her tongue out at you before turning on her heel, laughing as she faces away from you and sees Ralph emerging out from the front door of his townhouse. She wolf-whistles as the two cross paths, which Ralph looks very confused at, to your amusement.

“Sorry I have to go into work,” you pout your lower lip out in a frown as he approaches you. “They’re just so short-staffed, and I -”

“Don’t you fret, my love,” he interjects, leaning in to press a quick peck to your lips. “You must go where you are needed. Not to worry, we will remain hard at work here, and then when you return, you can relax in your new, furnished home.”

“Our home,” you correct him. “It is yours, after all. I just can’t believe that this is all real.”

“I’ve felt that way for some time, myself,” Ralph admits softly, stroking your cheek with the backs of his fingers, and you feel yourself physically melt against your car door.

“Right, I’m going before I end up feeling even worse about leaving you guys behind.” You pull Ralph in for another, longer kiss, carding your fingers through his curls as he cradles the back of your neck. A laugh bubbles between your lips as you murmur against him, “This isn’t helping!”

“Ah, what’s one more minute of them not having you?” he smiles coyly at you, and you raise your eyebrows at him.

“What if they said that about me coming back home to you, hm?”

Reluctantly, Ralph steps away. “Very well. Have a wonderful day, darling. Travel safely.”

You turn your nose up and shake your head. “Nah, think I’m gonna finally live life on the edge today.” Ralph gives you a look that tells you he isn’t amused, and you grin back, blowing him a kiss. “Be good!”

“When aren’t I?!”

~~~

You’re not sure that you’ll take the train every time you have to go to work, now; despite it being quicker, having to actively pay both ways and being sandwiched amongst so many people just doesn’t seem worth it. Still, today of all days, you wanted to get home as quickly as you could, despite all the local landmarks tempting your inner tourist. You’ve got all the time in the world now to explore them, and besides, it’d be far more entertaining showing them all to Ralph.

You unlock the door and are immediately greeted by the smell of something cooking, something really good. You step through the hallway and into the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe as you watch Ralph reading from a recipe book, squinting close to the page as he drags his finger across each line of his next instruction, his mouth moving along with every word. "Looks like you could do with some glasses," you pipe up, and Ralph yelps in surprise as he looks up at you.

"Hello, my love! Welcome home! Um, I didn't hear you come in, my apologies, I'd have met you at the door if I'd have known."

"It's okay," you soothe as you stride over to him, pulling him into a deep kiss. "What's this in aid of, is everyone staying for dinner?" A pang of disappointment strikes your chest. As much as you love yours and Ralph's friends, you were sort of hoping to have your first night in the new house alone with him.

"Not tonight, darling, this is in aid of you!" Ralph smiles over at you. "Since I have been learning, and you have been working so hard at your shop, especially juggling it all with sorting out the house and you've still been the one to make countless meals for us, I thought I would try and make your favourite meal."

You let out a small, happy whimper, kissing his cheek. "As long as it hasn't been stressing you out. Do you want any help?"

"Well, I suppose now that you mention it, I do need somebody to stand right there and just look casually beautiful, and - well, would you look at that, you're a natural!" He beams over at you, leaning in to kiss you again.

You grin bashfully, hiding your face in his shoulder. "God, look at what you've done to me! You've made me all mushy and shit."

"Happy to help, my love," he smiles, pressing one more kiss to your head before returning to his recipe.

"Sure you don't want me to help? Read things out or anything? I don't want you straining your eyes," you frown.

"Well, it's not as though I can get my eyes tested, is it?" he asks as he continues preparing food.

"But if it's just a case of reading close-up, you can get reading glasses over the counter in the shops," you explain.

"But aren't glasses rather… Unseemly?" he asks with knitted brow.

You shake your head. "If anything, the right ones would make you appear very, very… Seemly," you pull a face, not knowing if that was the correct term to use or not, and Ralph laughs gently.

"Just go and get comfortable, my love. I will call for you when dinner is served."

"Oh, yeah, forgot we have a dining room with a table, now," you smirk. "Just look at us, living the high life!"

Ralph gasps, "Oh, speaking of! Hannah left us a housewarming gift, she donated her tee-vee so that we could have one in our bedroom, as well!"

The way Ralph elongates the letters in TV so deliberately will never not charm you. "That was nice of her! How come?"

"She's moving in with that girl she met last month. All seems a bit fast-moving, if you ask me."

You look at him incredulously. "Look who's talking!"

"Yes, Hannah did point out something similar to me," he admits, ears blushing.

You chuckle as you navigate your way through to your new bedroom. It seems strange, your familiar furniture against such an unfamiliar backdrop. Every room looks so dated - naturally, it hadn't been touched since the 50s, apparently. Still, that Pinterest board you've been working on for years is finally going to go to good use.

Your heart swells when you see the bed littered with rose petals, a classic touch that has Ralph written all over it. You explore all the dressers and wardrobes in the room, familiarising yourself with where Ralph and your friends have decided to unpack your things. You open up your underwear drawer, thumbing across the carefully-arranged bras with a smile. Finding a particularly intricate number, you fish for its matching underwear, and decide to change into it. Ralph did ask you to slip into something more comfortable, right? You find something flattering to put over the whole set and rejoin him downstairs.

He's stirring something in a pan, looking rather proud of himself, when you get back to the kitchen. This time, you tap your knuckles against the door to make your presence known, so as not to surprise him. However, once he sees you, Ralph immediately drops the utensil he's using back into the pot with an almighty clatter, his jaw visibly dropping. You smile bashfully and he clears his throat, "Forgive my reaction, my darling, but you look positively ravishing."

In Ralphspeak, you know that's the equivalent of him calling you the closest thing to sexy he's probably willing to say. At least, for now. Maybe you've still a little corruption left in you. Still, it's enough to cause your heart to race. "You like?"

"I love. I mean, of course, I love you no matter what, but…" He blows out a breath that tickles the curls that hang across his brow. "You really do look absolutely delectable."

After a lingering moment, you manage to tear your eyes away to look at what's cooking. "Speaking of, so does this! You sure I can't be of any help?"

"Not at all, my dear, it's just about ready to serve. And just in time, so I can no longer fear about getting too… Distracted," he smiles coyly, looking you up and down the way he always does. There's something a little different in the way he looks at you, though. A different sort of gleam illuminates his eyes. One that makes you want to wolf down your food, drag him up to the bedroom and pull him on top of you.

But still, he's worked hard on this meal, and he looks so proud of himself. Though he dishes up, he still rushes ahead of you into the dining room to make sure he pulls out your seat for you, guiding the chair back with you as you readjust it and kissing your cheek before lighting a candle you vaguely recognise as an old secret Santa gift that you never ended up using, and going back for your food.

You exchange stories about your day: you, about the stresses of working short-staffed on a weekend during a school holiday, meaning a terrifying crossover of screaming babies and toddlers, chaotic children, less-than-trustworthy teenagers and overly-entitled adults; Ralph, about all the different ways your friends almost broke almost every piece of furniture you own while trying to get it into the house. Both equally stressful for you to recount.

At first, once you're done, Ralph insists on cleaning up after himself, but after a lot of pouting, eyelash batting and gentle touches, you coax him out to sit in the living room - another whole room dedicated to one thing, you've not lived like this since you moved out of your parents' - and cuddle up to him on the sofa.

Your embrace barely lasts a minute before your lips are on his, again. He’s desperate to get as close to you as he can, clawing at your clothes as he presses the kiss open. Holding the back of his neck to steady yourself, you move yourself up to straddle his lap, letting your tongue slip into his mouth and moaning at the sensation of his against yours. He echoes you as his hands slip down your sides to squeeze your hips. You buck them under his touch, feeling his erection grow beneath you.

He chokes out a soft, “May I?” as his fingers curl around to grip at the fabric of your top. You nod, sitting back and holding your arms up to let him take it off of you. He starts trying to fold it up behind you but, impatient, you take the garment from him and blindly throw it behind you, holding his face to kiss him again.

He takes your hands into his own and guides them back down, his kisses moving from your lips, down your jaw and to your neck, where he finds an especially sensitive spot and stays there, kissing it over and over again, all while muttering sweet nothings to you. “You are so very beautiful, my darling… How fortunate I am to be this intimate with you… Just exquisite in every conceivable way…" You rock your hips faster at his words, throwing him off his train of thought entirely as he sits back and watches you lustfully.

His gaze isn't trained on your face, though. Instead, he's transfixed on the way your breasts move, both from your heaving breaths and from grinding on him. Biting your lip, you wrap a hand around the back of his neck and start pushing it towards you as his tongue just pokes out enough to wet his lips. "Wanna put that mouth to better use?" You ask as you guide him closer to your chest.

He gasps in soft delight, looking up at you gleefully. "Are you quite sure?" You nod and his face melts into one of pure ecstacy. "Thank you, my love," he mutters before taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

His plush lips press against your flesh as he kisses, sucks and licks at your nipple. Biting back a moan, you rest your hand in his hair, ruffling it slightly and muttering with a smile, “You like that, don’t you?” He hums out an mm-hm that vibrates against your skin, and reaches up to play the other nipple between his finger and thumb. You keen towards him, grip tightening and head bending down to him as you groan loudly, “Fuck, that’s it, good boy!” Words you’d never have thought you’d say in such a context fly out of your mouth so easily, and you could swear he sounded like he was chirping with happiness as you said them.

He moves away from the breast he’s suckling on, pressing one more brief peck to your wet, hardened nipple, and starts to focus on the other, still brushing the other nipple with the backs of his knuckles. You whine, whimper and moan as your still-clothed cunt begs for sweet release. You’re constantly amazed at how quickly Ralph can bring you to an apex few had ever even managed to. “God, Ralph, need you so bad.”

“Of course, please forgive me, got rather carried away there,” he mumbles apologetically to you, but the kiss you press to his forehead tells him there’s nothing for him to be sorry for. Ralph looks around, his brow furrowing. “Um, I don’t wish to diminish the mood at all, but there doesn’t seem to be an awful lot of… Space, here.”

You cock your head, smiling coyly. “You wanna go to the bed you prepared for this exact occasion?”

Ralph returns a smaller, more sheepish smile, his ears tinting. “Ah, you noticed. I suppose, of course you did, it would be difficult not to. Still, was it alright? Or too much?” His face falls. “It was too much, wasn’t it?”

You fleetingly frown in thought. “A little, yeah.” Your expression quickly changes back into a grin, though. “But it was your brand of too much, which makes it perfect.” You lean back to unbutton his shirt. “Unfortunately, my brand is not being patient enough to wait that long.”

“I wouldn’t say that of you, you were rather patient with me all those months,” Ralph notes pointedly, and you laugh.

“Yeah, you used it all up!” You climb off of him, slowly sliding the bottom half of your outfit off, but leaving your underwear on. Looking over at him gawking, you smirk, "You sure you want this? Not exactly dressed for the occasion."

He reaches up to stroke the pad of his thumb across the intricate design of your underwear. "Of course, you had been wearing a matching set, but it was I who became so impatient that I missed out on seeing it in full, my deepest apologies, my love, I - well," he suddenly, hurriedly slips himself out of all his clothes, leaving them in a heap by his feet, making you giggle again.

"Maybe I'll still let you see it," you tell him suggestively, hooking your thumbs into the elastic of your panties. "Maybe I'll wear it all again and take some photos on your phone." With nothing left to cover it, you watch Ralph's cock twitch at the idea and bite your lip to compose yourself. "Maybe," you continue as you slowly push your underwear down your thighs, "I'll leave a video or two, as well." You watch his face as you let them fall past your ankle, stepping out of them and walking back over to him. "What do you think?"

"I think you spoil me, my love," he smiles softly. He reaches down to the jeans he'd all but ripped off of himself, fumbling through a pocket until he pulls out a condom and starts to put it on himself.

Watching the act of him wrapping it around himself and sliding it down is almost enough to totally distract you from your initial thought. Almost. "Did you really just have a condom just sitting there in your pocket? And you make out like I'm the horndog!"

Ralph blushes, "Yes, well, I sort of… Hoped we would… Christen the place, so to speak.”

You climb into his lap, hovering yourself to line up with where he’s holding his shaft. “I like that idea,” you smile softly before sliding yourself down onto him. You both let out staggered moans as you let yourself get used to the sensation of being filled by him, before kneeling yourself up to the point where you can just about feel his tip still inside you and then sinking yourself back down.

His hands grip your hips tightly as he moans your name. You repeat the motions a few times, revelling in the way it feels to drop onto him, having him enter you so deeply and so quickly. You soon start to feel an ache, though, and decide to pace yourself, keeping him bottomed out inside of you and grinding against him until you feel rested enough to go again.

You can see Ralph’s mouth constantly silently moving, as though he wants to keep complimenting you the way he always does, but he’s too blissed out from feeling you clench around him, your cunt gripping his cock tightly with no intention of ever letting him back out of you again. You especially try to make sure you commit the face he makes every time you pull yourself out just to fuck yourself back down onto him again, to your memory, knowing that just remembering the way he reacts to you would be enough to turn you on, if you ever needed anything to fuel your imagination.

At one point, while you’re rocking your hips with him inside you, you finally manage to get yourself at just the right angle to hit that sweet spot that Ralph is always able to find. Keeping yourself at the same angle, you move yourself even faster, moaning louder and more often.

Ralph seems to notice, and does his best to hold you in place as he bucks his hips up underneath your weight. You curl yourself forward, arms wrapped around his shoulders and face buried in his neck as he fucks you from where he sits beneath you. Knowing how good it makes you feel when he mutters sweet sentiments to you, you mumble against his skin, “Feel so good, Ralphie… You always know how to, you’re fucking amazing… So good to me, so sweet, my Ralph, no-one else’s… My sweet and handsome boy, knows just how to please me, fuck.”

."He whimpers and whines, music to your ears as you feel your climax start to build again. “Oh, god, Ralphie, I’m so clo- Oh my god,” you groan as he starts to massage your clit in rapid circles. “Oh, fuck, yes, so good to me, thank you… Wish I could, do more for you.”

“- Already do the absolute most, darling,” he soothes. “’M already embarrassingly near to finishing, myself.”

You shake your head, “Nothing to be ashamed of, not at all, god, please cum for me, Ralphie, and I will for you, please?” Ralph completely falls apart beneath you at your words, moaning your name and digging his fingers bruisingly into your skin. You feel yourself becoming one with him as you ride out your orgasm.

He wraps his arms around your hips, cradling you on his lap, and you rest your forehead against his as you both breathe heavily, intertwined in body, in breath, in spirit. You’d never, ever thought you’d even ever contemplate the idea a year ago, but in this moment, you really are certain that Ralph is your one true soulmate.

He leans in to envelop your lips with his own in a sweet and passionate kiss before muttering, “Forgive me, my love, but I do rather need to take care of…”

You whine indignantly, but stand to climb off of him. “Suppose I should actually change into something comfortable now, eh?” You ask humorously, and you hear his laughter from where he’s throwing his used condom away in the bathroom. The downstairs bathroom that you now have in the townhouse where you live with the love of your life. This was always pipe-dream material, but here you are. Living it.

You run upstairs, taking a moment to again admire the state of the bed and think about all the ways you plan to christen it later, and look through clothes to get changed into. Opting for a tank-top-and-pyjama-bottoms combination, you take yourself to your en-suite and freshen up as you get changed.

When you open up the door again, Ralph is just pulling a white shirt over his head, and you smile fondly at his choice to pair it with a very familiar pair of sweatpants. “Those were the first clothes I ever gave you,” you recall, and he looks at you with a similar expression.

“I believe that was also what you had chosen to wear the first night I met you, as well. When you gave me your bed without knowing anything at all about me,” he reminisces.

You giggle, “Oh, yeah, you wouldn’t even look me in the eye because you didn’t want to be ‘improper’, now look at you!” You tap his nose teasingly, and his ears flush red.

“Oh, hush,” he frowns, but the air of a laugh hangs in his voice. “You really were - I mean, to take me in as you did, in my time of need while knowing absolutely nothing about me, especially after Mister Peter told you my far-fetched reasoning for being here…” Ralph wraps his arms around your waist. “Giving me the life I have now, the friends I have, the - everything,” he sighs wistfully.

“Yeah, well. You try looking you right in the chocolate buttons and saying no to that face,” you smirk, and he laughs. “It’s like I said when we went to the inheritance people to get this place. With my gift of the gab, and your gift of the… Face, the charm, and the everything else you’ve got going for you, we’re unstoppable,” you beam.

“I still can’t believe you were able to talk them around like that,” he looks at you adoringly, and you shrug.

“The amount of backlog they so obviously had, and the amount of effort it would have taken if we hadn’t convinced them to cut some corners with us, it was a doddle,” you shrug. “I could tell they weren’t the brown-nosing type, they weren’t gonna go back to check every little part of what I said we’d set out to do was legitimately within their procedures.”

“A skill set like that is wasted on your little clothes shop,” he frowns, leaning forward to kiss your forehead, and you laugh.

“Yeah, well. Maybe it’s time I look for something new that’s a bit more local to this area,” you nod. “I don’t think Babs’d let you quit, though.”

“Heavens, no, she’d be out for my blood!” Ralph exclaims, and you laugh loudly.

Once you’re back at the sofa, cuddled up beneath a blanket and watching TV together, even though you’re curled up against Ralph’s chest, you can sense something’s bothering him. “You alright?” You ask him.

“Couldn’t be better, darling,” he replies, but the tension you feel beneath your cheek betrays his lie.

“Nah, c’mon, tell me,” you sit yourself up next to him, and he sighs heavily.

“Well, I was just thinking of how… I mean, yes, we have a house now, at least, but I’m still not legally a person, am I? I know we said we wouldn’t openly use that story about me never being registered and so on unless it were absolutely necessary.”

“Yeah, we agreed, only if you need serious medical treatment,” you nod.

“R-right, but what about the other things?” He asks warily, twiddling his thumbs.

“Like holidaying? We can survive not going abroad, Ralph,” you laugh.

“Not just that… What about… Well, we could never be truly wed, or be a family,” you hear his voice get weaker, shakier.

“Sure, we can,” you wrap your arm around his shoulders and pull him so that he nuzzles into your neck, stroking his hair. “Okay, so we couldn’t get, like, legally married, but so what? We can still use the same bank account as if it were a joint one. I could easily change my name by deed poll. We could still throw a wedding in every other aspect, just without the signing the register. And as for the other bit, I mean, you can register with just one parent and add another later, if we do get away with your story about neither of yours registering you.”

“You seem rather sure in your knowledge, there,” he notes with a hint of amusement.

“Yeah, well… Maybe I looked into it all a little.” He looks over at you with a knowing grin, and you feel yourself get sheepish. “What?”

“Nothing, dearest,” Ralph chimes. “Just seems a little… What’s that word that you call me all the time?”

“Sappy? Tell me about it,” you shake your head, and Ralph laughs.

“It’s an honour to make you feel that way, darling,” he leans over to kiss you. After a few minutes, he breaks away to stroke your cheek with his thumb as he holds your face. “You seriously see a future - of us? With me? I -”

You pull him in for another kiss, laughter bubbling between you as you do so, “Yes, you big dafty!”

He chirps happily. “Well, I suppose I’ve a lot to do, then, haven’t I!”

You take a deep breath in as you brace yourself to potentially let Ralph down. “Yeah, but… look, when I said I was looking into it, I meant as in, like, way into our future, yeah? We’ve got bags of time, I just want to enjoy it all with you, you know?”

To your surprise, Ralph scoffs at you. “Well, naturally. Did you think I would propose to you in this manner? Without so much as a ring? Or even your family’s blessing?”

“Oh, well, that won’t take long at all,” you smirk. “I bet you, when we go have dinner with Mum and Dad next week, by the time we even tell them that we’re together now, Mum’ll be asking you what colour her wedding outfit should be!”

A proud smile bursts onto Ralph’s face, but it quickly fades. “Do you think they’ll fear that us getting a house together is too big of a commitment too quickly?”

“Again. Ralph. They love you,” you reiterate to him, squeezing his hand. “And once they find out you’re responsible for us moving to Southwark, where they are? Dad’ll have gotten himself ordained by the time they bring out desserts just to make sure you’d become a permanent part of the family.”

Ralph’s heart swells hundredfold at the sentiment as he embraces you in yet another kiss. “I suppose I am rather overthinking things, aren’t I?”

“Just a tad,” you scrunch your face up, and he laughs.

“I mean, it’s really no different than when we were living at your flat, really, is it?” He chuckles, and you shake your head.

“Except we could have a pet, now,” you muse, and Ralph sits up straight, his face full of excitement.

“Could we get a cat?!” He beams at you, making you laugh.

“God, you and cats, what is with that?”

“I have a theory,” he muses. “Since Cheese and I got along so well so quickly, I think because we were so similar, he put in a good word with all the other cats. That’s the only explanation there could possibly be.”

After a brief hesitation, you laugh, “Sorry, in what way are you so similar to our old neighbour’s cat?!”

“Well, both of us were sort-of confined to our little flats, neither of us technically supposed to be there. I think he could sense that of me when I first met him, back when I… Upset that neighbour of yours.”

“Because you burnt your toast so badly that you almost suffocated the ninth floor with smoke?” You ask with raised eyebrows, and Ralph slinks back into his seat bashfully.

“Well, I’ve learned now, haven’t I?” He points out.

“That, you have. I’m so proud of how far you’ve come,” you hug his arm, shuffling up to his side. “With everything. How you’ve learned to cope with all this modern stuff, all the stuff you never got to learn growing up, and just… I’m really pleased you’ve been starting to love yourself as much - well, almost as much as I love you,” you simper, resting your head on his arm. “Ugh, god, I really am a sap now, aren’t I?”

Ralph chuckles, pressing a peck onto the top of your head. “At least we can both be, together, eh?”

You sigh contentedly as he wraps his arms around you, pulling the blanket around to make sure you’re both comfortable. You look around at the walls, imagining what decorating with Ralph is going to be like in the coming few weeks, and then picturing the photos you’d hang on there. Travels with Ralph all across the country. Your eventual engagement photos, because of course Ralph’s going to make that moment as photogenic as possible so you’ll have something to capture and savour that memory forever. Wedding photos, all your friends and Ralph’s all dressed up to the nines, singing and dancing the night away to celebrate the pair of you. Pictures of your eventual babies, some with Ralph’s eyes and some with his hair but all of them with his warm, kind smile. Those kids’ first moments, their first smiles, first steps, first day at school.

You break yourself away from your trance-like train of thought to see Ralph’s watching you with all the love that could possibly exist in the world currently living in his gaze. “I’m thinking of the same, too, my love,” he whispers excitedly, as though he’s able to see into your mind telepathically. “I can’t wait for the rest of our lives, either.”

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At Last-RalphxF!Reader (CH 5/End)

Ok so tell me why this chapter took me so long to write??? Lol here it is, the long awaited wedding night smut chapter!!! This chapter does indeed conclude the main At Last storyline. I say main storyline because I may end up writing one shots about these two down the road, just little things about daily life. But that may be a ways down the road as I have to focus on making inventory for a vendor market as well as a con I'm hoping to be a vendor at (tis the woes of a small shop owner). But I just wanted to give a big thank you to everyone who has enjoyed my story, reblogging it, commented such sweet words, or even just hearted it. This was the first story I wrote after a whole year of not writing and honestly I wasn't sure how it was gonna go. This story and everyone's reactions made me remember why I love writing so much though, and I can't thank you enough ❤️❤️...ok I'll stop rambling now lol TO THE SMUT!!

Summary: It's yours and Ralph's wedding night, and though a bit shy, Ralph is more than ready for the two of you to consummate your marriage.

Pairing: Ralph x Female!Reader

Word count: 7,219

Warnings: PURE SMUT!! MINORS DNI!!

This is also on ao3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

I also have a Ko-Fi 😊

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

And here we are in heaven

For you are mine

At last

"This place is beautiful!" You smiled, looking at the beautiful…well…mansion.

"I'm shocked that you and your sister don't live here!"

"Victoria didn't like the commute to London" he told you while he held the car door open for you, taking your hand as you stepped out.

"Commute or not, this place is breathtaking"

"I quite prefer my view" he smiled, his words making you look over at him, finding his eyes on you. You felt your face flush as you looked away.

"I still can't believe that I get to call you my wife" he sighed happily, bringing his hand to rest on your cheek.

"I still can't believe I get to call you my husband" you smiled back, your hand resting on his. The two of you stood there for a moment, simply gazing at one another, still unbelieving that you were truly married.

"Shall we go in?" You broke the silence first, your voice no more than a whisper, but Ralph heard you perfectly.

"O-Oh um yes, let's" he nodded, stepping forward to unlock the door and turning towards you, you gave him a confused look before he suddenly scooped you up with a strength you honestly didn't think he had, but a strength that had thoughts running through your head of him just taking you against a wall.

"Ralphie" you gasped while he stepped inside

"It's tradition for a man to carry his wife across the threshold is it not?" He smiled while looking down at you.

"Y-yes I suppose it is" you replied, already feeling the heat spread to your cheeks and lower. He gently put you down, his hand still resting on your side while you looked around.

"This place is amazing, I feel like I'm in a prince's castle" you giggle, causing him to smile while looking around as well.

"I'm glad…That I found the one who fit the shoe" he spoke, causing you to look at him, your heart melting at his words.

"I'm glad you found me too my prince" you told him, cupping his cheek and bringing his lips to yours, the kiss was gentle and sweet…at least it began gentle and sweet, you knew that Ralph wouldn't make the first move so you decided to, swiping your tongue over his lip you felt him gasp, creating an opportunity for you to gently glide your tongue along his, earning a moan from him that had your body heating up. His hands hesitantly rested on your hips as he followed your lead, his tongue gliding over yours before exploring your mouth, your moan at his action had him whimpering and pulling you closer, his excitement already becoming obvious. You knew he would be shy tonight, heck this was a big night for the both of you but you knew that Ralph was a bit worried.

"What if…What if I ruin our first time?" He had asked you one night while you two talked, the held back tears told you that this was a very big fear of his.

"Oh Ralphie" you cooed, cupping his cheek and turning his head towards you.

"You won't ruin it sweet boy, there may be some clumsiness from both of us, and we will both have to learn the other's body, what the other likes and doesn't like, but we'll be learning together" you told him, leaning in to capture his lips.

His tightened grip and whine brought you out of your thoughts as he gently bit your bottom lip, causing you to smile in the kiss. Slowly you pulled away, feeling Ralph chase after your lips, not wanting the kiss to end just yet. You indulged him for a moment longer before pulling away to look at him, amber eyes now darkened while soft pants fell from his lips as he looked at you. His hands still gripped tightly to your waist as his front pushed against yours, his excitement clearly evident. You could still taste the champagne on your lips from the kiss, and with one more look you dove back in. Earning a whimper from him while he backed up, pulling you along with him until his back hit the wall. Your lips left his to kiss his chin, hands slowly undoing his bowtie before unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt, enough to allow access to the silky skin of his neck.

"D-Darling" he moaned as soon as your lips came in contact with the junction between his shoulder and neck, the sound making your heart race and body heat up even more. His hands gripped your hips tighter, hips stuttering to find a rhythm as he ground your body against his. You paid special attention to that area, kissing and sucking on the soft skin, listening as his breathing pick up even more, moans falling from his lips before he covered his mouth to quiet them. Pulling back you looked up at him, his face flushed deeply while his eyes were closed, brows upturned as he trembled lightly. If this was how worked up he got from just a bit of light teasing you couldn't wait to see him once you both started.

"Ralphie" you spoke softly, watching his eyes open, those soft brown eyes gazing down at you.

"You don't have to hide your noises from me" you told him, hand coming up to rest on the hand that covered his lips, he let you slowly bring it down, lacing your fingers together as he whimpered.

"I-It's quite embarrassing" he told you, making you kiss his cheek to try and sooth him.

"Oh Ralphie, it's not embarrassing, I love your sounds, I find them rather…Arousing" you told him, watching his eyes widen.

"You do?"

"I do, infact, I would show you but-" you trailed off, looking towards the stairs.

"B-but?" He asked quickly, causing you to turn towards him with a smirk that had his breath catching and his throat going dry.

"But you'd have to take my dress off first"

And if there was ever an expression of someone who could cum right then and there, it was the one he wore. Mouth hanging open slightly, dark eyes blown wide as he stared at you.

"Would you like that Ralphie?" You asked, backing away from him and running your hands from your collarbones, across your breasts, down your sides and hips. Surprising even yourself with your sudden confidence.

"Would you like to take my dress off?"

"W-without q-question" he groaned, hands fisting the fabric of his pant legs.

"Then I guess we should move to the bedroom" you told him, backing towards the stairs.

"Unless you want to take me right here?" You questioned, watching as Ralph followed like you had a leash on him.

"Y-Yes"

"Yes you want to take me right here?" You giggled.

"N-No, I m-mean-" he walked forward, grabbing your hand and beginning his ascent up the stairs.

"In the bed first" he muttered, the dark blush never leaving his face, but his words made your own face flush, so there was some spice under all that sweet. The two of you walked down a hallway on the second floor before stopping in front of a door, when he pushed it open it revealed a beautiful bedroom. Against the far wall was a four post bed, with what already looked like beautiful silk sheets. There was a door on either side and you wondered where they led to, the curtains covered the large windows to the right and there sat a wardrobe, desk, and chair to the left.

"Oh wow" you gasped, stepping into the room.

"This is beautiful"

"N-Not as beautiful as you my love" he told you, causing you to turn and smile at him.

"Awe Ralphie" you cooed, walking further in and hearing him close the door behind the two of you. You made your way over to the bed, running a hand along one of those posts before turning to look at him, who hadn't moved from his spot in front of the door.

"Are you nervous?" You asked, very well knowing he was, but you wanted Ralph to talk to you, now was not the time to clam up.

"Y-Yes" he told you, looking at the ground.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to-"

"I want to!" He started suddenly, meeting your gaze, before looking away again.

"I'm just…You know what I'm afraid of" he told you.

"Ralphie" you spoke softly, holding your arms out for him, he made his way over to you, happily letting you wrap your arms around him and kiss his cheek.

"I'm afraid of messing up our first time too, but like I said before, this is going to be a learning experience for both of us. We can do this as slow as you want to sweet boy, and we can stop at any moment" you told him, running your hand through his perfectly styled hair, happily messing it up.

"S-Shouldn't I be saying this to you?" He asked, but you could feel the smile against your neck.

"I feel like you are a bit more nervous than I am cutie" you told him with a giggle, feeling him hold you tighter as he pressed his face into your neck more, before beginning to leave gentle kisses on your skin, the action causing you to let out a breath, your hand still tangled in his hair while the other rubbed his side. You felt his lips beginning to leave a trail down your neck and across your collarbone, stopping once he reached the end of the low V, before coming back up on the other side. By the time he finally reached your lips again you were completely red and breathing faster, earning a shy smile from him.

"Good?" He asked, still unsure of himself.

"Very good" you breathed, staring into his eyes while you felt his hands slowly glide up your sides and around your back, gently grabbing the zipper of your dress. He looked at you for permission, unsure if you were ready, with a smile you nodded and felt him slowly lower the zipper, your dress becoming looser around your form. He quickly dove in to capture your lips in a heated kiss as the dress fell, pooling around your feet. His hands came back to rest on your sides, though when his hands met your heated skin a strangled moan fell from his lips that parted from yours with a small gasp. He stared into your eyes, too shy to look down at your almost completely naked form, after all, all you had on now were your white lacy panties, and your shoes that you quickly kicked off and slid your dress under the bed so you wouldn't trip on it. You watched him close his eyes, and take a deep breath before he looked down at you, the whimper instantly leaving him at the sight. There you were, standing almost completely bare before him, a sight that in his mind he swore he wasn't worthy to see.

"You're so beautiful" he breathed, eyes raking over your form, his hands itched to move, to take your breasts in them and worship your entire being.

"Touch me Ralph" you whispered, afraid to speak louder than that, the thought of disturbing the quiet that had taken over the room too much for you. You sighed as his hands slowly made their way up your sides, cupping the underside of your breasts before looking up at you. You couldn't help but giggle at his slightly lost look, and with surprisingly steady hands, you brought his up higher to completely cup your breasts, listening to his breath hitch upon feeling your already pebbled nipples graze his palms, a moan left his lips before they were on yours again, swallowing your surprised moan as he began to gently squeeze, palms running over your already sensitive skin before his lips parted from yours, leaning down quickly to capture one of your nipples. The sensation had another hushed moan leaving you while your hands tangled in his hair. The feeling of his tongue running along your skin before his teeth lightly grazed you had your head becoming fuzzier by the second, and here he was worried he would ruin your first time together.

"Ralphie" you moaned, knees almost giving out when he gave a rather hard suck, his other hand coming up to play with your neglected breast. You heard a moan in response to yours, the vibrations not helping your already weakened legs, and you swore you would have started to slide down to the floor if Ralph's hand hadn't grabbed you and brought you closer to him. His mouth now on your other breast, giving it just as much attention before letting go with a pop, a thin string of saliva connecting his mouth to your skin.

"Was that good?" He whispered, and oh, looking up into his blown eyes filled with so much love and lust combined, you knew this boy would be the death of you.

"That was perfect" you breathed.

"Really?" He asked, a smile making it's way to his lips.

"Why don't you feel for yourself?" You smiled, watching as he gave you a very confused look, even tilting his head slightly..Oh your little puppy dog. Grabbing his hand that was now resting on your hip you slowly brought it down to the top of your panties. Waiting to see if he would take the next step on his own.

"You can reach inside'' you breathed against his lips, waiting, and soon feeling his hand slowly make its way under your waistband, inching lower until his fingers could lightly graze.

"Oh my-" he moaned, other hand pulling you closer, slamming his lips onto yours, the moaned that came from him as he continued to run his finger along your soaked entrance, was only matched by the one of pure pleasure as he began to rock his hips against you, the prominent bulge in his slacks telling you that you made him feel just as good.

"Right there" you breathed when his finger grazed across your clit, the feeling setting your nerves alight. Ralph focused on that spot, fingers making tight circular motions that had your knees going weak as you clung to him.

"F-Fuck" you panted, being shocked that your body was already at the edge, though you had been so pent up and frustrated for a month that it shouldn't have been a surprise when you quickly tumbled over the peak. Your hands clung to his sleeves, face buried in his shirt while your legs shook, the band in your stomach finally snapping as you moaned out Ralph's name. You were thankful that Ralph was holding onto you, otherwise you would have probably fallen to the floor with how much your legs felt like jello at that moment, but Ralph held you gently, his other hand coming out of your panties to hold you with his other arm as well. You could hear his heart racing, feel his shallow breaths before you finally looked up to meet his lust blown eyes.

"D-Did you? B-Because of–D-Did I?"

"Yeah you did" you giggled, watching as he took in a sharp breath, you adjusted yourself, rubbing against the straining in his pants as you did so. Looking down you could see the very obvious tent in his dress slacks, a small patch of wetness already forming and honestly you couldn't wait to have him on the bed moaning. Bringing your eyes back to his you watched him swallow loudly, eyes not breaking your gaze as you leaned in and captured his lips for a moment, only parting to ask if you could undress him, to which he happily nodded. Your hands came up and began unbuttoning his vest, before reaching in to unbutton his dress shirt, pulling it from his pants before pushing the shirt, vest, and jacket off of his shoulder, hearing the fabric fall to the floor while your hands roamed the newly exposed skin. You had never gotten the chance to feel more of Ralph than his hands really, so you greedily felt the soft skin of his neck, running down and across his chest, smiling in the kiss when he let out a gasp as your hands brushed over his nipples before descending lower.

"Can I?" You asked, earning a quick nod and a breathy

"Please" while you played with his waistband. You slowly unfastened his belt, pulling the leather from the loops before letting it fall to the floor, your hands moving to unbutton and unzip the pants for kissing him again, letting the pants fall down his legs where he quickly kicked them and his shoes off. You broke the kiss to look at a heavily panting Ralph while your fingers ran along the top of his underwear.

"Ralphie" you spoke softly, causing his dazed eyes to focus a bit more.

"Why don't you lay down on the bed ok? And take these off only when you're comfortable" you told him, watching as he swallowed again, nodding before slowly detaching himself from you. You watched him walk over to the bed, quickly taking his socks off before standing up again, his back to you while he seemed to take a deep breath before you watched him hook his fingers in his waistband and pull them down. You would be completely lying if you said you didn't admire the view, the porcelain skin stretched over the muscles of his back that flexed while he leaned forward, the arms and legs that looked far stronger than you imagined them too, the idea of his strength flooding back to you. And lastly, the very cute butt that had you smiling and giggling like a schoolgirl. You watched him climb into the bed, before turning to face you upon hearing your giggles.

"W-What?" He asked, a new blush spreading across his face.

"Nothing Ralphie dear, was just admiring how cute you are, it made me a little giddy to think that you're all mine" you reassured him while making your way to the end of the bed. You slowly climbed up and over his body, never breaking eye contact and watching as your advance made him slowly lay down so he was completely at your mercy.

"Those thoughts make me very giddy as well" he smiled, hands coming up to hold your waist.

"Ralphie?" You whispered, descending to capture his lips in a quick kiss before moving your kisses to his jaw and neck, quickly finding the spot you had found earlier.

"Y-Yes! l-love?" He moaned loudly, head falling to the side to allow you more access, access you happily took as you marked his skin, making sure to leave a mark high enough so even his shirt collars wouldn't cover it.

"Ralphie, can I please you?" You asked, lips slowly moving their way down to his chest.

"You already a-are" he whined, breath hitching when your lips grazed his nipple, a moan soon following as you wrapped your lips around it, your hands ran down his sides, stopping at his hips before coming back up.

"I want to please you more though" you told him once you felt like your lips had kissed and sucked on every inch of his chest.

"What do you-?" He breathed, breath coming out in quick pants, before he felt your hands dip a little lower on his hips, almost touching him.

"O-Oh"

"Only if you want Ra-"

"Please!" He begged, his tone causing heat to form between your legs once more, you had a feeling Ralph would be the begging type, you just didn't expect it to be this soon.

"Anything for you my love" you told him, lips coming to capture his once more before descending down his body again, only this time you didn't stop at his chest, your lips left wet kisses along his hip bones, down and back up one thigh before repeating against the other. By the time you looked back up at him there were tears brimming in those doe eyes.

"Do you want my hand or my mouth?" You asked him, earning a whine and a buck of his hips from the man under you.

"Words Ralphie" you responded, leaning down to kiss his thigh again, so close yet so far from where he wanted.

"I-I don't know" he breathed

"E-Either–both–just t-touch me please m-my love" he begged, head falling against the pillow, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

"Ok baby boy" you breathed, finally turning your eyes to your prize, Ralph wasn't too above average, a good size and girth, and very well groomed where it mattered, though that didn't surprise you with how well groomed Ralph was everywhere else. But the head was already a dark red and leaking steady droplets of precum, and you couldn't leave the poor guy like that any longer. Bringing your hand to your lips you made sure you had a generous amount of saliva before wrapping your hand around him. The initial reaction is one you expected, a sudden gasp followed by a whimper while his hips raised to drive his pelvis against your hand. You brought your free hand up to push his hips back down, calming him before slowly running your hand up and over the head, giving it a gentle squeeze before bringing your hand back down, drawing a breathy moan from him.

"Faster" he panted "Please"

Not wanting to deny him the pleasure, you sped up your movements, you thumb running along the slit to collect his spill, making your movements easier, you gave him a tighter squeeze once you reached the base again, and watched him throw his head back into the pillows, a moan falling from his lips. You did that a couple more times before he finally found words.

"M-Mouth please, darling I– I need more" he whined, looking down at you with small streaks of wetness falling down his cheeks as he pleaded with you. You decided against teasing him, knowing that could wait til another night, you adjusted yourself, licking a stripe from the base to the tip and watching as Ralph started falling apart. Peppering kisses along his shaft before slowly taking him in your mouth, you listened to his almost shout as you took him.

"Oh my G–!" He could feel your mouth hollow around him, creating a delicious friction as you began to bob your head, each downward motion causing more of him to slip into your wet heat until finally your nose was brushing the patch of hair at his base, but it was when you swallowed around him that he lost it.

"Yes! P-Please!" He moaned, hips surging forward, causing you to gag as he suddenly slipped down your throat. The sound making him suddenly lean up on his elbows, a worried look on his tear streaked face.

"Darling I'm s-so sorry! I didn't mean t-to I–OH!"He moaned, feeling you swallow around him again, he watched as you began bobbing your head again, this time moving quicker while feeling your tongue run along his vein.

"Love" he breathed, chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched you through blurry eyes, mouth open to let out heavy breaths. You looked up at him, a moan leaving you and running through him at the sight you saw, the sensation causing him to toss his head back, still propped up on his elbows.

"Please don't stop" he begged, hips giving small thrusts as he chased the pleasure you had coursing through his blood, this was better than anything he had ever felt. He knew tonight would be a whole new experience, having never felt a woman or had one pleasure him, but this was far better than even the pleasure he gave himself. He felt your tongue dip into his slit, drinking up the salty liquid and causing him to shudder, the knot in his stomach tightening further. He moaned loudly at feeling your tongue work his skin while your head bobbed, one hand coming up to wrap around his base as your mouth worked the top, allowing you to breathe better and move faster. Your other hand came down to cup his heavy balls, rolling them in your hand and causing him to whimper at the overwhelming feeling, the coil tightening even more, and it was all becoming far too much.

"D-Darling" he whined, balancing himself on one arm to reach down and grab your shoulder. His only answer was a hum, a vibration that went straight through him.

"Love!" He moaned, hand gripping your shoulder harder as his hips lifted once again.

"I-I can't" he whispered, trying to warn you about his impending completion. But your head simply moved with vigor, hands fondling him in a way that had him seeing stars.

"I-I'm! If y-you don't mo–Darling!" He rambled, eyes shut tightly, tears sliding down his cheeks as he felt himself reaching his peak, tipping right at the edge. He felt your hand leave the base of him, before you completely swallowed him once more. The action too much for him as he came with a shout of your name, hand digging into your shoulder while his body leaned forward, stomach muscles clenching and unclenching as he filled your mouth with ropes of his hot seed. His vision going white while his mouth works overtime, he's unsure of what he's saying, only able to focus on the pleasure coursing through him, setting his nerves alight as you milk him. Only when you pull your mouth away does he open his eyes, vision dancing with black and white dots as he tries to focus on you, on the way you swallow his fill, wipe the spill from the corners of your mouth and lick your finger, before leaning down to lick him clean. The soft touches and gentle kisses relax his over-stimulated body, his mind slowly coming to as you rest your head against his thigh, looking up at him. He truly was a sight to see, flushed cheeks, a flush that spread to his ears and down to his chest, which rose and fell quickly. His completely blissed out stare while you waited for his mind to come out of his post-orgasm fog. You turned your head to the side, kissing his skin softly, earning a breathy giggle from the man under you, before you felt him reach down and take one of your hands in his, gently pulling you towards him. You complied, slowly crawling back over him and smiling when he pulled you down to capture your lips once you were close enough.

"Good?" You asked with a giggle

"Absolutely Wizard" he giggled back, both of you sharing smiles and basking in the closeness, you watched his breathing slow to a normal pace, his hand slowly and gently running along your back while you were cuddled against his side.

"I want to make you feel like that" he told you, and when you looked up at him his face was bright red.

"W-with my mouth a-and hands" he added, not daring to look at you afraid you wouldn't want him to, afraid you might not like the idea. You on the other hand felt a whole new wave of heat rush down your body at just the thought.

"If you want to" you told him, his eyes finally meeting yours.

"Yes?"

"Yes" you smiled, rolling off of him and laying in your back, watching as he crawled over you, his eyes darting everywhere before he decided to start with a kiss, a quick yet passionate one to steady himself before lowering his lips to your neck, seeking out the spot like his, and finding it soon enough. Your whimpers were music to his ears as he sucked marks along your skin, at first being afraid you would be angry at him for doing so, but the way you gripped his hair and held him against your neck as he sucked told him otherwise. He slowly moved down to your chest only when he was completely done with your neck, smiling at his handy work, even with a ring on your hand, this was sure to show men that you were his and he was yours. His mouth descended further, lips capturing your bud again, gliding his tongue over and around it before giving it a harsh suck, moaning at the way your body rose from the mattress, chest pushing further into his face while you mewled at the sensation. He spent longer on your breasts this time, learning what actions drew what noise from your lips, and it was only when you were squeezing his sides with your legs begging him for more did he release them.

"I-I love pleasing you" he whispered, rutting into the mattress to relieve some of the pressure that had already returned for him, hearing you moan, whimper, and whine for him, because of him, had caused him to recover quickly.

"I love it when you please me" you giggled.

"Then a-allow me t-to please you more" he smiled, hips finally stilling against the sheets as he continued his voyage downward, kissing along your hip bones and thighs the same way you did him, only when he came to a halt between your thighs, he was a bit less confident than you were. Looking up at you, you simply nodded, watching as he slowly pulled the white lace panties from your body.

"Y-You're so wet" he groaned, slowly bringing his hand from your thigh to your wetness, slowly running his finger along your slit before spreading your lips.

"Can I–Can I use my tongue?" He asked shyly, looking up at you, puppy eyes pleading.

"O-of course baby boy" you stuttered out through a moan, how could he be so cute and sexy at the same time?! You watched at Ralph ducked his head down, his tongue running from your opening to your clit in one flat line, causing you to let out what was probably your loudest moan yet, your hand immediately reaching for him, landing on those beautiful curls that had long since come out of their pristine styling. You volume encouraged him to repeat his action again and again, until he decided he wanted to know what would happen if his tongue simply found its way inside you. He reached as far as he could, moving it this way and that, trying to learn which patterns made your legs tighten around him and which made you moan louder.

"Ralphie" you pleaded.

"Y–Yes my love" he panted, breaking away from you, his mouth and chin soaked and shining with your wetness, a sight that had you moaning once more.

"R-Remember that s-spot that you f-focused on before?" You asked breathlessly, he simply nodded.

"This one" he spoke while reaching up and rubbing your nub, the feeling throwing you closer to your peak.

"Y-Yes! T-That one" Ralph watched you start to move around more while he rubbed, but he wondered what you would do if he… taking a steading breath, he moved his fingers, quickly replacing it with his mouth and giving it a slightly harsh suck. If you thought the moan you let out before was the loudest, it pales in comparison to the moan you let out of his name. The sound causing him to moan, his eyes rolling back and shutting as you grabbed at his curls harder, his tongue dipping out to flick across it, just as he had done to your nipples, only this time he could tell that the feeling had you rushing towards your end. But it still wasn't enough for you.

"Please Ralphie! I need more" You begged, eyes shut and head thrown back.

"Tell me what to do" Ralph whimpered.

"Your fingers" you moaned, feeling him start to replace his mouth with his fingers but you quickly stopped him, leaning up to reach down and grab his hand.

"Not there Ralphie" you smile, watching as he nodded, seeming a bit confused at first before it seemed like the lightbulb went off as he brought his finger down to your entrance, slowly pushing it in, you fell back on the bed, the moan leaving you instantly as you finally felt at least slightly full.

"Y-Yes" you breathed

"J-Just like that"

He nodded and began moving his finger around while inside of you, in awe at just how tight and wet you were, the feeling had him rutting against the sheets again. You on the other hand couldn't hold in the giggle, that only caused you to clench around his finger and earning a moan from him.

"Ralphie baby, you gotta move your finger" you told him.

"I am" he replied, curling his finger and hitting a spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

"Yes" you panted.

"But it also feels good if you do that as well as move them in and out" you explained.

"Oh" he nodded, beginning to move his finger in and out of your gummy walls, curling them each time they were deep enough to hit that spot. He watched as your breath picked up, breasts rising and falling quicker while your eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure he was bringing you. He listened to you whimper and moan, the sounds going to his cock that dripped onto the sheets, he groaned when you begged him for more and he remember when you said it felt good when he moved them in and out, so he slowly entered another finger into your heart, whimpering when he felt no resistance at all. When he felt your fingers start tangling in his curls again he latched onto your nub once more, tongue flicking against it while his fingers pumped in and out of you faster. He looked up, wide eyes watching as you gripped the pillow with your free hand, face turned into it, crying out his name and pleas for him to not stop, not that he was planning on it. He moaned against you, the vibrations causing you to nearly scream as he doubled his efforts to get you to your peak,a peak that was fast approaching.

"I-I'm so close" you told him, hand tightening in his hair when he gave a harder suck, his fingers hitting that spot everytime.

"S-shit! B-baby! Baby I'm-!" You managed to get out before your vision went white. You could hear him moan, feel him quicken his pace, tongue flicking over your nub quickly while you rode out your orgasm. He only stopped when you tried to push him away because of the overstimulation. He looked up at you, worried he had done something wrong, but seeing your completely blissed out appearance.

"Was just becoming sensitive" you told him, reaching down to cup his cheek, smiling as he happily accepted your affections.

"Was that good? Was I good?" He asked, brown eyes meeting yours as he waited for your answer.

"Absolutely Wizard" you smiled, using his own words.

"You were amazing beautiful boy" you added, watching as he became bashful at the compliment, hiding his face in your thigh.

"Come here" you told him, watching as he took a breath before crawling up towards you, hovering over your body, and when you glanced down you could see just how much he was enjoying pleasing you.

"Oh baby" you spoke, brows furrowed while you reached down, taking him in your hand gently and watching his eyes close, a moan leaving him.

"This looks like it hurts Ralphie" you spoke, while he could only nod in return, body begging to thrust himself into your hand. His moans slowly beginning to become louder, so you quickly took your hand away earning a whine from him as he looked at you with pleading eyes.

"Would you rather finish in my hand, or would you like to finally consummate our marriage?" You smiled, watching the blush spread on his cheeks and down his neck.

"Consummate our marriage" he answered quickly.

"I would like that too" you smile, hand resting behind his neck to pull him down into a quick kiss.

"How do you want to do this?" You asked, watching as he looked at you quite confused.

"With…our bodies?" He answered in a question, his words causing a full on laugh to leave you.

"Oh Ralphie, you are so precious" you smiled, leaning up to kiss him again.

"I meant what position?"

"O-Oh! Um-–I-If you are o-ok with it—p-perhap we m-might try you—on top" he managed to get out, and just as you suspected, Ralph was living up to that blushing virgin idea, even after all the two of you had done.

"We can do that" you told him with a gentle smile before prompting him to lay down, watching as he quickly did as he was told, once he was comfortable you straddled him, his hands coming up to rest on your hips as you guided yourself to just above his cock. You reached down and grasped him, listening to his breath hitch while he watched every move you made. You brought his cock up, running the tip through your folds, the both of you moaning at the feeling before you brought it to your entrance.

"Are you ready, my beautiful husband?" You asked, watching his blush darken as he nodded quickly.

"O-only if you are, my beautiful wife" he smiled, watching with bated breath as you slowly began to lower yourself, and when he felt his tip finally enter you his mouth hung open, no sound leaving him as he watched you raise up before sliding down further into him. Each time you took more of him into your tight wet heat he swore he died, because surely this is what heaven feels like. By the time you finally bottomed out, the hair at his base tickling your skin, his head was thrown back against the pillow, shaky moans leaving his lips. You on the other hand were feeling absolutely dizzy from pleasure, you had been told that your first time may hurt, but whether it be the foreplay or how wet you were, the only feeling you had was just the odd yet not unappealing feeling of being completely filled. You moaned along with him, eyes closing while your head lulled back, simply basking in the feeling, but it was Ralph trying to pull your hips forward that had you looking at him. Keeping eye contact you raised your body, slowly, before lowering it just as slowly, trying to get used to the feeling of him. His eyes didn't know where to look, you were like a goddess above him, your face showing the pleasure that was buzzing through you, your body slick with sweat from your previous actions, the way your breasts bounced ever so slightly, or the area where you two connected, his cock disappearing into your tight heat and reappearing wetter than before. You were quickly sending him into overdrive.

"I-I can't b-believe this" he panted, hands grabbing your hips tighter, not to guide but to simple ground himself.

"Believe what?" You asked with a breathless laugh.

"T-that you're–Oh–you're m-my wiiife Ah! And I-I'm making l-love–God!-- Love to you r-right now" he moaned, his brain starting to become fuzzy as his end was fast approaching, especially when he felt you begin to bounce faster, circling your hips when your skin met.

"I can't believe it either" you breathed, hands coming to rest on his chest to help you get leverage for a different angle, causing him to reach deeper.

"Oh! Ooooh Ralph" you moaned, earning a whimper from the man under you.

"Fuck!" You panted, head dropping against your chest as you picked up your pace again.

"Ralphie" you whined, looking up at him, only to find him already staring, eyebrows drawn together while his mouth hung open at the sight of you, moans and fast pants falling from him.

"I can feel you so deep" you moaned, a sentence which was simply the truth, but a truth that seemed to snap something inside him, because suddenly you were kissing, his arm pushing your body against his while you felt him plant his feet and he was pistoning into you.

"Oh Fuck!" You moaned loudly, breaking the kiss as you held onto him. By now Ralph was a muttering mess, incomplete sentence falling from his lips as he buried his face in your neck, hips never slowing.

"So good–I-I caaan't–OH!--Y-You're gonna m-make mee–(Y/n)!-- S-So good, never wanna–never wannaaa–YES!"

You could feel your end fast approaching, your own moans growing in volume as you held onto him as well as the sheets, the spring in your body being wound tighter and tighter with each slam of his hips. But you knew that it would be his sounds that did you in, and you were right.

"I love you! I-I love you! I-I love yooou! (Y/n)! So g-good! I- I can't! I love you! I-Im! I'm g-gonna cum! OH! I'm cuming!!!" He shouted at the end, feeling his hips slam upwards into you before stilling, keeping himself deep inside you while he filled you, the sensation of his heat filling your body caused your own orgasm to rush forward, your own loud moans being thrown into the air of the night while you rode out your high, but you couldn't take your eyes off of him, his eyes shut tightly, lips squeezed together, tongue peeking out ever so slightly as he finished. Ralph slowly leaving and entering you again, successfully fucking his cum into you deeper. When his thrusts became gentle and your vision cleared fully you both looked at each other while he let you slowly lift off of him, a hiss of pain leaving you with how sensitive you were at the moment. You slowly snuggled against him, his head on your chest while you ran your hands through his hair.

"I didn't mean to get that rough, or finish…That quickly" he apologized, though he didn't need to, and you quickly told him as much.

"I quite enjoyed the pace you set, and it's not like I didn't finish as well love" you smiled down at him, his eyes dancing with both happiness and sleepiness.

"So I did good?"

"You were perfect beautiful boy"

"So were you beautiful girl"

"Really?" You asked, earning a nod from him, his eyes already drooping.

"I'm glad you were my first Ralph and I'm glad we waited until our wedding night"

"I told you it would be better" he smiled.

"You did, let's get some sleep baby" you told him, leaning down to kiss his head.

"Mm'k" he mumbled.

"Can we do this again…sometime?" He asked, earning a giggle from you.

"Anytime you want Ralphie" you smiled.

"So…tomorrow morning?" He asked, causing you to laugh and lean down to kiss him again.

"Of course, let's get some sleep first though" you told him, watching through lidded eyes as he nodded.

"Sleep sounds good" he spoke, leaning up to nuzzle into your neck where you soon felt his soft breath as he slept.

And there it is! Again, I can't thank everyone enough so all the love and support for this story, it truly means a lot! And I hope I can make more stories down the road for you all to enjoy again ☺️❤️

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busy streets and busy lives • ralph penbury x reader

A strange day at work gets even stranger when you meet a man who claims he's from 1926. With no certainty as to when he can get back, you decide to take him in until that time arrives.

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Tags: Timewasters (series), modern!au, established relationship, 18+ (MINORS DNI), protected sex (p in v), fingering (f receiving)

Word count: 2.4k

Summary: When we last left the Busy Streets and Busy Lives universe, you’d been considering getting a new job now that you’ve moved into Ralph’s house with him. But part of starting a new job means having to make a good impression, letting your work speak for you. And in prioritising that, you’ve been a little neglectful of your own desires, as well as somebody else’s…

A/N: God, I missed writing these idiots. Just a quick, smutty lil thing because I didn't know how to jump back in lmao. Not all epilogues will be smutty, but a bitch has needs too, y'know.

(Also, in case you haven't seen yet, don't worry, this is @quinnkeerys themself lol, I just made this blog to keep bsbl alive :))

Ralph knocks tentatively on the door to the room that you’ve converted into your new office as you rest your temples on the heels of your hands and growl in frustration at your laptop. You look over your shoulder and your face softens into a smile. “God, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” you smile wearily as he approaches you.

“How goes your latest project, my love?” He asks, draping his arms over you and peppering kisses along your cheek.

“Take a wild guess,” you scoff, shaking your head. “I get that I left the shop because I wanted a challenge, but my god, at what cost?”

“A job far more stimulating than the same old, same old? One that’s closer to where we live now?” Ralph suggests, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and breathing deeply. “You’ve been at your desk an awful long time, darling. Perhaps you could take a break?”

You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head. “Can’t. Gotta stay on task.”

Ralph frowns. “Something ails you. Something other than the job at hand.” His thumbs start to rub circles into your back, his fingers working your shoulders. “You’re stressing yourself out far too much, dearest. You’ll make yourself ill, and you’ll be far worse off for it.”

You allow yourself a fraction of a second to lean into his touch before bringing yourself back to reality. “Look, I just - I made a good first impression and I really need to keep it up.”

“Your work will suffer from your stress, too,” Ralph points out. “And I miss you terribly.”

“Ralph…” you coo, moving a hand up to ghost over one of his as he continues massaging your shoulders. "Miss you, too."

"Take a break," Ralph repeats, a little more deliberation in his tone, swivelling you around in your chair. "Come with me." You take the hand he extends to you and stand to let him guide you to the bedroom. You give him a look, one that's about to tease him for having one thing on the brain, but instead he ignores it to ask you, "Would you lay down on your stomach?" as he presents the bed to you.

"What are you trying to do to me, Penbury?" You ask slyly as you clamber onto the bed, burying half your face into the pillows.

"Just trying to look after you, my treasure," he simpers, kneeling beside you to resume massaging your shoulders. "Help you… Slow things down, for a night."

You lift your head. "A whole night? Ralph, I -" He gently shushes you back into silence, working your shoulders and neck until you melt back into the plush of your bed. "Mmm, this is a dangerous skill you've got," you smile defeatedly. "How long have you been hiding this?"

"I must admit, I am aware of its… Effect," you can hear the proud little smile in Ralph's voice. "Which is why I only wanted to share it with you when necessary, and not a moment sooner. Just relax, darling," he purrs as he moves his hands to instead slide beneath your shirt, working the supple flesh of your back.

"God, Ralph, that feels so good," you drawl, completely becoming one with the mattress.

"I bet it does, my love," that same tone that tells you he's smiling proudly returns. "Just feel my fingers pressing into you, pushing all of that horrible tension away. For tonight, at least, it shall no longer consume you, my beloved."

His hands move lower and lower, until they're pressing just where the curve of your ass begins. Your hips wiggle involuntarily at the thought of Ralph caressing your ass, and you can't catch the automatic whimper that leaves your throat when his hands slide back up again. "Ralph…" you moan softly.

"Yes, love? Would you like me to…?" He doesn't say it, but his hands make their way down your bare back and then over your clothed cheeks. He slides his palms over your curves and only grips once he's at your thighs. "Is this where you need me?"

"I don't think the clothes are helping," you smirk, and he takes heed, tapping on your hips to silently ask you to lift them as he slowly undresses your lower half. Once your legs are completely bare, he gets to work again, massaging your feet, your ankles, up your legs to your thighs. Not saying a word, but humming in the most delectable way the whole time.

As he caresses your ass, pressing and squeezing and grabbing in ways that have you chirping and squealing in excitement, Ralph coos, "There's part of you that I've yet to touch, darling." He moves one hand to grip the very topmost part of your inner thigh, ghosting his thumb up across your folds. "Would you l-"

"Yes," you interject hastily. "God, yes, Ralph, please touch me there," you whine, and his face lifts into a soft, warm smile.

"As you wish, my love. Though it would probably be more fruitful for you to lay on your back for that."

It feels like a chore, bringing yourself out of such a relaxed stupor just to flip yourself over, but you undress your top half in the process, too. Once you're comfortable again, and Ralph starts to get back into position, you stop him. "I think you need your shirt off, too, Ralphie."

A small, playful smirk adorns his face. "Would that help you to relax?"

You nod earnestly. "Most definitely." Amused, Ralph slips out of the quarter-zip he'd been wearing, his smile even bigger as you silently encourage him to also take off the T-shirt he'd been wearing underneath.

Once it's off, before you can try and convince him of any more, he bends down to kiss you. His hand strokes at your jaw until it opens to allow your tongue to meet with his. This kiss is different though - it's not a wild and fiery tango within your mouths; it's a slow, deliberate, controlled waltz that Ralph is definitely leading. The hums you fill the kiss with turn into full-blown moans when he reaches his hands down to grope both of your breasts.

He continues to massage them while kissing you for some time, before moving down silently to start kissing your neck, down the valley of your breasts, until his lips latch around one of your nipples. Despite your head being clouded with arousal, you still can't fight off a smile as Ralph still finds a way to include his favourite form of affection.

You prop yourself up on your elbow to watch him, playing with the loose curls that fall against his forehead as you smirk, "You really like it there, huh, baby?" He chirps happily, letting one go with a satisfyingly wet pop before moving to suckle on the other. He looks up at you adoringly, humming delightfully as his mouth caresses your sensitive nub. "So good to me," you purr.

He kisses further down your body, smattering the expanse of your tummy with soft, sweet pecks. He crawls backwards as he keeps kissing lower and lower down your body, until he naturally falls into place between your legs. His mouth wraps around your clit as he effortlessly sinks two fingers inside of you. You keen against him, whining loudly. Ralph's cheeks dust your thighs as he smiles, "That's it, my darling. Empty yourself of all other thoughts. It's just you and me. And I live to satisfy you."

"Mmm, y'go… Above and beyond that, Ralphie," you drawl, your hips squirming against him. "Shit, baby, m'g'nna… Gonna cum…"

"Oh, please do," Ralph begs as he curls his fingers, rubbing your clit with his thumb at the same time in such a way that you’re climaxing over his hand in seconds; overwhelmingly so, you feel it shooting through your nervous system, followed by a weighted feeling of pure calm, relaxing every one of those nerves.

As you recover, you hear him noisily and delightfully sucking his fingers clean. With a soft smile, you tap his head and gesture for him to move up to be face level with you. He practically pounces back up and immediately kisses you, his dry hand splaying across your cheek. You chuckle against his lips, “How did you know that’s what I wanted from you?”

“I was simply acting upon my own impulse,” he grins back. “Any reciprocation is just a bonus.”

“Speaking of reciprocating…” You start, looking him in the eyes suggestively as your fingers trace routes between each of the freckles along his chest and shoulders, committed to muscle memory by this point. Ralph’s brow furrows, and you allow yourself a quiet, breathy laugh. “I know, I know, you wanted to relax me and not the other way around, but if you wanted to keep me distracted…”

“How do you want me, darling?” He asks, hurriedly shimmying out of the rest of his clothes before reaching for the nightstand. He scrambles to grab a condom and slides it on with ease, looking over at you in anticipation.

"I don’t care how,” you shake your head. “Only as long as you want it, too, not just for me," your eyebrows knit with concern, and he smiles warmly down at you.

"Darling, I assure you that the day I would not want for you, is the day I should be put down like an old dog."

"Ralph!" You giggle as he starts to kiss your neck.

“Shhh, just relax,” he soothes, gently shushing between pecks. “Empty your mind again. Let me take care of you.” You nod, and he reaches down to line himself up with you.

You smirk up at him, reaching up to play with his hair, “My Ralphie already hard for me?”

He whines out an mm-hm. “Missed touching you like this… Being so close to you, again…”

“’M sorry, baby,” you pout. “I promise I’ll make more time for you.”

You feel his tip barely penetrating you and inhale deeply, basking in the anticipation of feeling Ralph inside of you again, but he stops to look up at you again. “Promise for you, also.” You look at him quizzically, and he elaborates. “Promise you’ll make time for you, as well.”

Your face melts into a warm smile. "Yes, Ralph. I promise I'll do better at looking after myself."

His whole expression lights up as he presses himself inside of you, and he revels in watching your entire self form a puddle beneath him. He anchors his fists into your sheets deeply as he feels your walls clench over his cock, and buries his face into your neck again. “My darling,” he whines, “please forgive me.”

“Forgive you?” you frown. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” He replies hurriedly, still muffled from where his head is sunk. “I just… I think I might… Not last as long as I’d hoped to please you for.”

You fall into a soft laughter as you run your fingers back and forth through his curls. “Don’t worry, baby,” you coo. “The way you’ve taken care of me tonight, I won’t, either.” You let out a long, stuttered gasp as his hips snap against yours. “Fuck, especially if you keep hitting that spot.”

His lips turn up into a small smile as he pulls back to push himself in faster. “Did you mean that one, by chance?” he teases.

You mewl, “God, yes, Ralph, please don’t stop.”

“Not to worry, darling, I don’t plan to,” he smirks as he keeps fucking into you. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, your heels into his back as you feel your second climax quickly building.

You hum out, “Mmm, Ralph… Close, again… Are you?”

“I shan’t be far behind you, I’m sure,” he coos, reaching between you to rub at your clit. Your field of vision fills with spots of colour as he gets you to your second apex. The first one had felt more like a sea of calm washing over you; this one is a final spark of pleasure, an explosion from your core to the very tips of your fingers and toes. Ralph presses his forehead against yours as he thrusts into you one final time.

You stay there, foreheads touching, breathing in each others’ air for a good few minutes before Ralph finally pulls himself out of you. “I’ll be right back, darling,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead, another to your nose and a final one to your lips before going to the bathroom to clean up.

He soon returns to the bedroom, though not before hunting through his drawers to find a sweater he knows you’ll find comfortable. Tired, you muse with a small smirk, “Not even giving me my most favourite one?” as you pull it over your head.

“Apologies, darling, but I had promised Alex I’d wear it to work tomorrow. Apparently they have a similar one in red and there’s something of a match, there,” he throws his T-shirt and boxers back on before climbing back into bed with you and wrapping you in an embrace. “And besides, you’d only perspire and make yourself uncomfortable.”

You roll over in his arms with a grin. “Please take so many photos of you both as human versions of the Cookie Monster and Elmo.”

“I’m sure we will, darling,” he smiles sleepily, kissing your forehead once more before you curl yourself up to nestle your head in the crook of his neck.

“Thank you for tonight,” you pipe up. “And I’m… Sorry I’ve been neglecting us both.”

“Don’t be,” he soothes. “I understand. But I hope now you understand the importance of taking a break.”

“When you make it so appealing, how could I not?” You smile against his skin, pressing more kisses to his neck as he squeezes you tighter. “But you’re right. I’ll make more time for us. And not just for this, for… Everything. I miss living life with you.”

“Well, thankfully, I do plan on living the rest of my life with you, so what’s a day or two here and there?” he smiles into your hair, and you can’t help but laugh.

“You’re so corny sometimes, you know that?” You ask lightly, squeezing your arms around him.

“You remind me constantly, dear,” he agrees with a soft laugh lilting his own tone, too.

“Good job I love you, isn’t it?” you tease. “Goodnight, Ralphie.”

“Good night, my love. Pleasant dreams.”

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