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xgryffinwhore · 3 years

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good one timer

warnings: ABUSE! talk of blood and such, smut

summary: henry bowers roughs y/n up, and richie wont stand for it. but he will sit, and get stroked off, however.

wordcount: 1.9k

you hit the pavement like a sack of shit. you saw red gushing from your legs, not entirely sure where the source was. before you could get up, you received a swift kick in the abdomen. you held the rest of your external organs in agony, the ground was cold and unforgiving. two grimy hands pinned yours to the ground, his face was inches away from yours, and his breath smelled like a fucking dog treat.

“had enough?” henry spat, his eyes as black as his soul scanning down your tarnished clothes. “always a good time, thanks bowers” fuck - another punt to your gut.

you moved here in july, about a month and a half before the starting of school, you had made a few friends, and due to your associations, you became a prime target of bowers and his gang. where you came from, a man would never lay a hand on a women, i guess here’s it’s different.

henry left a few more bruises, but soon got bored after you stopped making noise. he left you on the cement numb, probably the worst he’d ever gotten you. you laid there for a bit, until gained the dignity to stand up. you picked up your bike, feet away from the scene of the beating, and rode up, your new jeans ripped. moms going to kill you.

you tucked your bike between your house and your garage, behind you bike tires scuffed against the side walk.

“what the hell happened to you?” eddie screeched, he dropped to his knees to assess your wounds. “yeah raggedy ann, you fucked your shut up?” richie chuckled, bill shot richie a knowing glare, as well as a hardy nudge in the ribs. it clicked in his head “fuuuck tuts, bowers did this?” “n-no i just fell into a bush.” they all knew better of course, but kept quiet.

they waited in your basement as you showered off the blood and dirt. the hot water stung the open cuts, and the soap caused you to hiss. you put on an over sized sweater, and some cotton shorts. you walked down the wooden basement stairs to the boys, their faces shot toward you, you saw beverly was there too, she probably came during your shower.

it was eerily quiet as you popped a vcr into your 22 inch tv. you sat back into the love seat with richie as the movie began to play. you felt richies rose brush against the back of your damp hair, he loves the smell of your conditioner.

you loved your group of friends, richie the most though. he was funny, cunning, a bit of an ass, but he could be so sweet when he wanted. not to mention he was stupid hot. i mean obviously you liked him, he checked all the boxes, plus he was almost as badass as you.

the movie was alright, well you think- you weren’t too sure because rich was whispering the funniest shit in your ear the whole time. normally, your friends would be annoyed with the banter between you two- especially during a movie- but this time was an exception , they were glad to see you laughing after today’s events.

it was around 11 at night, everyone left at around the same time. richie lingered, “wanna smoke a ‘borough?” you began to walk down your side walk with him.

the small flame on his lighter made his face glow, the dips on his face accentuated. smoking kills yeah, but richie made it look worth dying for. the way the smoke left his lips made your knees weak, he offered you a hit. the nicotine coursed quickly through your bloodstream, the buzz instantly making you giggle. you’d grown to like the smell, since richie smelt like a cigarette butt(and musk, not that you noticed.) you walked down your street, richie leading his bike to the right.

the comfortable silence mixed with the sounds of the crickets as you walk him to the stop sign. it’s always the same, he gives a half tempted wave, you pull him into a side hug, and he rides his to the street, and looks back until you walk back to your house. as you watch him ride off, you study his figure. his lanky legs pump his cherry bike down this dark road, his untamed hair twirling in the currents of the air. you tried effortlessly to look at the logo on the back of his shirt, however his muscles were practically screaming your name.

as you laid in your bed, you tossed and turned trying to fall asleep. there was something in the back of your mind, but you couldn’t figure out what it was. it etched itself between you and a decent amount of sleep.

you walked to your classes the next morning exhausted, your body ached, and the bags under your eyes carried the weight of the world. you came up to your locker to switch out your books, richie was leaning against it. you let your head tip down so it was resting on his chest, you could have fallen asleep then and there.

"hey sweetness, tired?" "extremely" you croaked. he rubbed your back and let you get in your locker. "you, me, after school yea? we can watch a movie, can do your homework for ya?" you chortled and shoved him lightly "im not letting you anywhere near my homework richie toizer" "fair, fair" he agreed.

at precisely 2:45 pm, you both were in your basement, watching old gidget flicks. "I've decided, you are not to be alone anymore, i dont want bowers to ever lay a hand on you ever again." you laughed at him, but he had his mind made up. "not even when i pee?" "nope" "how about when i fart?" "girls FAR-?" "shut up rich!" you both had a giggle fit. "not even when i sleep?" "not even when you sleep" "not even when i please myself?" richies face grew crimson. you tired to get him to brush it off as a joke, thats how you saw it anyway. but it was so much different for him.

trashmouth is far from the perfect human being, he can be an absolute creep at times. but he tried his best when it came to you, not to think of you as some sexual object. you were his bestfriend, his right hand man, and he couldnt deal with the emotions that came if it were more then that.

as you doze off on your love seat in the basement, richie is pent up. he watches the rise and fall of your chest, he stares too long at the gap between your bare chest and shirt. he looks down at your thighs, and the mystery that lies between them. he watches your lips part as you breath lightly from sleep, the lips he so badly wanted to kiss, to bite, to feel.

his mind was racing with thoughts, thoughts he didnt dare to have before, thoughts that made him look at you differently. obvisouly - hes thought about you in that way, but each time he did, he'd feel disgusted and purged his mind of those ideas. this time however, he had to deal with his emotions a different way. and when you woke up, he was already gone.

you checked the clock, it was only 3:50, he'd only been over an hour. you hoped on your bike, you needed to know if he was at least ok. being the classic over thinker you are, you assumed the worst.

when you got to his place, no cars were there, just richies cherry bike laying on the grass. you knocked on the door, no answer. you let yourself in, you knew the password to his keypad. "richie?" you called, no response. you ran up to his room "richie are you ok?" "y/n" he moaned loudly in the other room. "oh fuck" you huffed as you opened the door, prepared for blood or projectile vomit. you swung open the door, and there was richie, member in hand, shirtless, sitting on a chair. you stared for a good ten seconds, and he stared back.

"y/n get the hell OUT!" richie was mortified. you on the other hand, had butterflies to the end of your toes. you had a gut feeling that maybe maybe, this could be something really good.

"richie close your eyes" "y/n dammit i said g-" "close your eyes rich!" you yelled. his face was red, but he closed his dark eyes. you walked over to the chair, and sat on your knees.

"listen y/n, im sorry this is so fucking embar- s-ssHIT Y/N" he moaned, his head falling back. you stroked him slowly with your hand. "y-you dont have to" he opened his to look down at you "but i want to" you replied. you stroked his cock gently, teasing him enough to make him beg for more. "your hand feels so fucking good" he groaned, he bit down on his lip as he tried not to thrust into your hand. "youre really big rich" you said shyly, turning your head away a bit, "i thought you'd never say" "shut up, rich!"

he grabbed your wrist mid stroke, and coxed you up onto his lap "the only way i can get off is if you do too." you straddled his lap, his digits made their way from your pant liner to your soaked core. "so wet for me huh? arent you?" he teased, his index finger circling your hole. "so wet you you rich, you blushed, beginning to rub his length once more.

he stuck his middle and ring finger deep into you, the feeling made your eyes water. he made you make sounds you never knew you could. each curl of his fingers going deeper into you. as you whimper and melt into his touch, richie is far too busy licking faint lines down your neck.

your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, your eyes rolling back as your legs convulsed. richie watched in bliss, his mind was over-saturated with you, this was something he could only think up in a wet dream. he kissed your forehead as you rode out your orgasm. quickly, you got back to work on him, not long before he finished just as you did.

you sat their silently in the chair richies long arms draped around your sides. his slender hands traced the curve of your face, he was taking in every inch of you. his smelled radiated off him, the sweaty look sure did suit him.

"uh y/n" "yeah rich?" "your one hellova hook up heh." he actually laughed to himself. you laughed too, richie was god awful at expressing his feelings. "yeah toizer, not a bad one timer yourself" you teased as you put back on your clothes. "yeah i guess so- one timer?! this was only a one time ordeal? your pulling my leg y/n!" "i dont do casual hookups rich, thats just not who i am" you left his room, the boy was flabbergasted. you picked up your bike off his lawn, before you left, he yelled: "ok and what if i was your boyfriend, then could we do this again?" you moved your head pretending to contemplate. "maybe"

"maybe?!"

"yeah, maybe."

you road the main street back to your house, with a huge smirk on your face.

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xgryffinwhore · 3 years

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red light richie

summary: richie was the schools play boy, until he met y/n, and became anything and everything she needed.

warnings : light smut, getting drunk, lots of fluff,soft richie, angst if you squint DIDNT READ THROUGH SO SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING/GRAMMAR

word count: 2.5k

“oh FUCK richie! i’m cumming!”

she screamed, riding out her orgasm on richies member. richie followed, his seed spilling into the fucked-out girl.

riiiing. third period ended.

“thanks for a good time- uh…” molly? ella? kim, was it? “sarah” the girl rolled her eyes and threw on her pink polo. “sarah-sarah! right yeah thanks sar, you’re a real good time!” richie fastened his Levi buckle and open the door of the storage closet.

he waved her off “thanks sarah, i had a great time can’t-“ he was cut off by eddie and stan “wait to do that again!” they chuckled. the girl huffed and hurried to her class.

“you know, you guys make me look like a real tool sometimes.” “rich, you ARE a real tool” eddie popped a babe ruth in his mouth “and anyway, you said her finish face was weird.” richie slung his back pack on his right shoulder as the three of them headed into english “yeah ok- not as bad as eddies moms face though.” stan and richie laugh as they sit into their seats.

the three of them chit chat amongst themselves until Mrs. Randy hushes the class. “everyone settle down, we have a new student today. please give a warm welcome to y/n, she’s come all the way from arizona.” the class scanned the new student, it was dead silent in the room.

“how was arizona?” greta asked, her voice faker then ever. “hot” y/n said, Mrs. Randy ushered y/n to the empty seat behind richie. as she came closer richies senses where filled with lust. automatically he knew she was attractive , anyone could see that, right in the middle of pretty and hot. her scent made his eyes go fuzzy, he got a whiff as she crushed against his shoulder on accident, she had a sweet smell, like sugar and vanilla. “sorry” y/n whispered, richie turned around and smiled “collide with me any time you’d like toots.” a red ring complied on her cheeks as she nodded her head bashfully.

all richie could do the rest of the school day was think about ways to maker her his. he wanted to know her, he needed to. he wondered what bands she liked, and what her favorite soda was. he thought about what she looked like in a dress, and how she looked when she got out of the shower. he imagined them dancing, them driving, them cuddling.

richie waited out in the student parking lot, trying to see if he could catch a glimpse of y/n. he watched as she walked out of the school and headed toward a bus. he didn’t even mean to, but he ran toward her, cutting her off before she got on.

“y/n hey” richie said, breathless.

“richie from english, hi” the cute girl blushed “you seem to be in the way of me and my ride home.” richie looked at the bus driver and back at her “i can take you home if you’d like” he blurted out “trust me, you don’t want to ride the school bus.” she took him up on the offer.

“woah, nice ride” y/n ogles at the drop top, what can richie say? ladies love convertibles. “what? this old thing?” richie smirks as he opens the door for her. “say, where do you live anyway?” “sycamore lane, last house” richie has been down that road a few times, not all the way, the big houses made him feel like shit. it was on the edge of derry, about a half an hour from the school.

“well since we have all of this time, tell me about yourself sweet heart” her face blushed at this cheesy pet names, he absolutely adored that. “hang out with me and find out” her tone was flirtatious, she turned up his stereo. he rolled his tongue against his teeth, this girl was going to drive him crazy. they spoke about their interests, their families, what they want to be. the more she spoke, the more he because absolutely enamored.

“yeah kiss is ok but i prefer billy idol-wait rich you’re going to pass my road!” richie hit the breaks and made a sharp right turn. he headed down the street slowly, trying his best to drag out the time they had together. sadly it was short lived, the neighborhood wasn’t very long. he stopped in front of a yellow house, it had pretty pink flowers hanging from the windows and a white picket fence.

“so what does toizer mean anyway?” y/n asked “you’re license plate” she opened the door and went around to the driver side window. “toizer is my last name; richie toizer” she tilted her head in acknowledgment. “well toizer, thanks for the ride. look me up in the phone book, and call me.”

after richie waved her goodbye, watched her walk inside, and drove far enough so her house couldn’t be seen: he drove home so fast he was afraid he ran over a child. his mind was finding this beautiful girls u in the phone book. the only issue was that richie could t exactly remember your last name.

you see, he remembered the first half, but he was too busy pairing his last name with your first that he sort of forgot…

“it can’t be that difficult; i have her first name and most of her last” he spoke to his star wars plushie on his shelf. “ i mean how many y/n l/ns can their be?”

that was an understatement, there were about a hundred y/ns with somewhat similar last names; this was going to be more difficult then he had thought.

“fuck it yoda, we’re trying all of em”

“hi y/n it’s richie” “who?”

“y/n! richie here” “i’m sorry you must have the wrong number”

“y/n?” “yes?” he threw his head back in excitement “it’s richie toizer!” the women on the other end of the receiver scoffed “you sure have a lot of nerve calling me up! AFTER HITTING MY MAIL BOX WITH A BASE BALL BAT YOU-“ he quickly put the phone back on the land line.

after a few moments of reflection about the time him and mike went mail box-hitting; he dialed up stan the man.

“standard!” stan sighed “what do you want richie?” richie flipped through the pages of the book “met this girl today, drove her home n’ told me to look her up in the phone book but their are about a million chicks with the same name!” richie could hear stan head-palming through the static noise “richie you drove her home you know her address right..” “well yeah” “well dipshit, on the right of the name, it says their addresses!” stan hung up the receiver to leave richie with his stupidity.

finally, y/n l/n 34 sycamore lane, he dialed the numbers so fast he was afraid he’d got it wrong.

ring…

“hello?” god her voice was sweeter then he’d remembered.

“l/n, the infamous” he could here her stifle a giggle. “richie trash mouth toizer, what a pleasure” richie twirled the chord around his finger “asking around about me eh?” “i had to know who i’m dealing with toizer.” richie laid on his back and put a hand behind his head “awe toots you care about me? so sweet” “shut it rich”

the call was long enough to raise the phone bill, 2 in the morning rolled around and you hours weren’t even tired. “doll face as much as i’d love to keep talking- we have school tomorrow -today technically- and you should really get to bed.” “fine, if i have to” you protested “good night richie” “good night y/n.”

the loser club sat at the lakeside the next day, it was packed as usual. "i dont understand why we had to come here instead of the quarry" eddie complained "this is so public, i mean this is open water- so many more germs and animals." richie unrolled the huge towel they all planned to sit on "because eds, y/n told me she might be here with her family."

they waited, the hours went by slow.

11am

12pm

1pm

2pm

and finally at three, richie noticed his the girl, in a beautiful sundress holding the hand of a small boy. her smile felt electric, sending waves of butterflies into riches spine. he could faintly hear her laugh from the distance, he fought back standing up and running. only stan and eddie had seen her face, so when she came closer, richie made it a point that everyone looked. "she'd never go for you rich" bev stated "y-yeah, p-p-please duh-dont corrupt another w-women" bill ended. richie rolled his eyes at his friends petty comments, sure, he knew you were a dime a dozen but cmon, he wasnt that bad.

richie made his way over to you, picking up the chair you were struggling to carry. "hi, rich!" you bent down lower to the young boy "can you say hi richie?" the little boy looked up at richie who towered over him "hello richie." richie bent down and gave him a high five "sup squirt!" and came up to greet you "hello gorgeous."

introducing you to the losers was easy, they loved you instantly, they also embarrassed the crap out of richie. every story that was 'off limits' was told, to him it was mortifying, but to you it was cute.

after the day at the beach it was hard to get you two away from each other: he gave you rides everywhere, showed you every spot in derry he knew, took you to every place to eat, even read with you in the library. it was extremely hard not to fall for richie toizer-and it was vice versa for you. it took every fiber in his being to not tell you he loved you the first day he met you- richie isnt a romantic but after you he did in fact believe in love at first sight. spending all of this time with you proved to him that sometimes soulmates just meet randomly, and as HE puts it "its fuckin awesome." you two had only been going out a few weeks, but you both knew it was just the beginning of something so much more.

it was going swimmingly, you two were two pees in a pod. the boys at derry high school were jealous, richie came in quick and snatched you before anyone else could have a look. "its so not far" david berch said "richie is a man whore- a slob- he doesnt deserve her! if only she knew" boys talked, their jealously got the best of them and began openly speaking about richies past shenanigans.

you heard things in the hall, things in the bathroom, when you went out. 'did you hear: 'y/n is going out with ribbed richie' 'i wonder if she care about his body count.' you were the type to think that the concept of virginity is superficial, it shouldnt matter, but why didnt richie tell you about his past? why was he hiding it from you?

without consciously doing it, you distanced yourself from richie. you felt misled, form your conversations with him, he had set himself out to be some guy who doesnt really have a past with girls. you felt lied to. richie wasnt handling the space well, he would constantly call you, he missed you.

there was a party a week later at some foot ball players house- you didnt know, it didnt matter. you hadnt ever really had a thing so great as you did with richie, you just wanted to get drunk and feel good. you had gotten their pretty late, it was already 12 when you arrived and people were off the rails drunk. you searched the crowded house for the drink table, it ended up being in the kitchen, with a dark haired by slouched over it.

"are you ok?" you yelled over the music, he didnt get up so you slung him over your shoulder and took him into a spare room. you dropped him on the bed and his hair flew back, exposing his face. "oh you've got to be fucking kidding."

"y/n!" richie slurred "m' girl i missed you" he gave you a hug and fell right back down. "do you need water? are you ok?" you questioned, his drunken smirk made you blush. "come here now toots, rich missed you" he patted next to him. you sat, he put his arm on the back of your neck and straightened his posterior.

"m' sorry for whatever i did y/n, but i love ya mk?" you became flustered, before you could respond, he was kissing you. it was needy, you could feel how much he missed you. his hand traveled down your back has he laid you down. your lips were interlocking and he swore you were an angel.

before it got too good, you felt his hand go between your legs and a sense of anger filled you as you remembered why you werent talking to him. "rich stop." you pushed him off, he was confused "what? why?"

"red light richie, im sorry but no, we cant." he kissed you neck "its ol y/n, i know what im doing" "-oh i know you fucking know." he was off you now, a thin layer of sweat coated his forehead and he rubbed his temple "aw fuck- did someone say something-" you cut him off "YEAH, a lot of people said a lot of things. and id never judge some on that, but you didnt tell me. no cool. im not cool with being used rich!"

he threw his head back in frustration, his fingers dragging down his face "fuuuck me, im so sorry." he grabs your hand and holds in close to his knee "id never use you sweetheart, you mean too much to me. before you id never loved, i just took and hurt. you showed me that giving is what i need-fuck y/n- i just want to keep giving and giving to you. all i want is you, i dont care if you dont wanna fuck, i dont care if you want to go slow. i'll wait, and even if you never want to i'll be ok with that toots, just as long as you dont leave."

he kissed you hand softly, and you pulled him in. you were his and he was yours, it was so clear.

it happened fast, as falling does, and its strong, and it always will be.

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