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How would carmy react to finding out his gf used to sleep with mikey (pretend mikey is still alive in this version🤞)
okay no bc having had a thing with mikey while carmy was gone...you're a couple years younger than carmy but nothing happened between you and mikey until you were old enough ofc. i think maybe you drift apart due to wanting different things from each other and ultimately you both just kind of push all those feelings back and move on.
when carmy comes back it's like you see some of his brother in him but you still see him as his own person at the same time. they have a lot of similarities in good and bad ways but you just fall for those traits all over again.
i feel like carmy pieces it together himself for the most part but doesn't want to believe it. maybe you and mikey have lingering feelings for each other, maybe he just sees the way you look at each other and hears the inside jokes. i think mikey probably says something really off-color to you in his presence and it makes the wheels really turn in carmy's head. it inevitably causes a fight and mikey finally confirms his buried suspicions.
and carmy doesn't know how to feel, because he knows he shouldn't be pissed, because it has nothing to do with him, but he is. he's so fucking mad. because how could you fuck his brother (even though that's something he has no right to be mad about because you hadn't even dreamed of seeing each other at that time)? how could you keep it from him for so long? and how could you still joke about it and give each other these little knowing looks like you had never gotten over each other?
it fucks him up for a while but i feel like he gets over it. he's just extra cautious around mikey in case big bro decides to turn into mr. takeyabitch.
okay but chubby reader and Richie getting intimate but reader is embarrassed of their stomach, thighs and, chest. I see Richie reassuring them what are your thoughts?
yessss i am fat and i feel like (esp post s2) richie is a real man that can handle him a biggun. i feel like once he learns that you're insecure he immediately takes it upon himself to absolutely worship those parts about you. like yes the big boobies are nice but squishy stomach and thighs and booty is just as good as tits to him.
is it bad that i fucking adore when a fic details how richie (or mikey) feels like he’s not good enough for his lover 😭 i feel like a terrible person but it just scratches an itch y’know????????
no i fucking love a pathetic old man. i could fix him. i could make him feel loved. i could fuck him into thinking he's good enough. he's a sopping wet kitten in a cardboard box on a rainy night outside of the gas station and i love him
fellas does it mean a man likes you if he says he loves girls with your fashion sense and body type, calls you little one, gave you a cute nickname based on an embarrassing sex story you told him, says he's going to make you a keychain that says "good boy" on it, and tells you he likes being called daddy
I need Carmy to whine and whimper underneath me while I ride HIMMMM needsddednsisoisbdjsjwndn so bad
Oh the way he would look up at you with those pretty eyes, and his jaw fallen open. He’s desperate. The force of his finger tips on your hips makes that clear. Carmy rarely gives up control, so moments like this don’t come around often. It’s only fair that you try to make the experience last as long as possible.
That’s why you take him slowly, letting your hips do most of the work by grinding onto him. Carmy’s cock twitches inside of you, but the stimulation isn’t enough to let him reach his peak.
It’s then the whimpering starts. Carmy’s too focused on the carnal need to cum inside of you to care about how pitiful he sounds. “F-fuck, fuck, fuck! Baby—baby, please. I can’t—“ he cries.
“Just a little more, Carm. Trying to make myself feel good. You want that, right?” You taunt.
“Yeah—y-yeah want you to cum a-around my cock. Wanna feel it.” As he speaks you pick up the pace, making Carmy whine. “Shit—feels s’good—fuck.” In an instant his train of thought slips away as his head falls back in pleasure. By now, you’re sure the grip of his hands will leave bruises.
“You were saying, Carmy? It didn’t sound like you finished your sentence.”
thinking about how richie finds out ur a squirter....
warnings: 18+ minors dni, unprotected piv intercourse, mention of foreplay, richie likes when reader is loud and verbal, he's a damn tease, missionary, mention of overstimulation, begging, outercourse, Big D*ck Richard Jerimovich, mention of pubes, slight pain kink (scratching, pulling hair mentioned), praise praise praise, no specific age/gender/race mentioned, breeding kink, dirty talk, he talks u through it, mention of cumplay, just smth i wrote at 2am last night off the joint/penjamin combo ;)
he's fucking you sooooo good in missionary, tall body over you, almost cradling your body as he thrusts in and out and in and out
you've been dripping since y'all started (an hour ago--the man loves foreplay), but you can hear it now, the squishing and the squelching of him sliding in and out of your warmth, it's his own personal slice of heaven
he loves it, hearing everything-- your moans and breaths, your wetness, the slight creak of the bed as he fucks you into complete oblivion
you can barely talk, the only words exiting your mouth a combination of his name and unfinished curses
"richieee..." you crane your neck down, wanting to get a look at where your bodies met
"hmm?" he doesn't smirk but you can tell by the look in his eyes that he's proud of the way he has you, so fucking wet and needy, in his bed, on his sheets, so goddamn beautiful all spread out for him
wanting to see you fall apart just a little more, he thrusts into you one good time before pulling out, blushing at the whiny moans that immediately spill from your mouth
his hands are on your hips for a quick second before he pulls your body closer to him, leaving you more flat against the mattress
his hands travel to the backs of your knees, pushing them forward till you're folded in half underneath his slim build
the new angle gives you a better view of your glistening cunt, slightly swollen and throbbing with need and the next thing you know, both of you are watching in a silent haze as richie drags his throbbing cock up and down your folds
"please, richie, pleaseee..."
your eyes remain on his cock between your lips, the tip nudging your clit every time he moves his hips, teasing you nearly to death
"what's that, baby?"
you cry out as he taps your clit with his cock, your body jerking under him from the overstimulation
"fuuuuck, pleaseee..."
"what do you need, baby? hmm?"
his forehead is on yours, bright blue eyes shining down on you as the two of you hold that eye contact, his cock still resting on top of your clit, twitching ever so slightly
the only thing you can focus on at this point is his face, so close, right in front of yours-- his scruffy beard that you loved to feel against your face (and your thighs), his big, sharp nose that you loved feeling when he nuzzled into your neck at night, that furrow in his eyebrows that he always made when concentrating really hard on a sports game or a new recipe
and then finally his lips, when the magic words fall from them and into your ever-so inviting ears
"c'mon baby, let me hear you, i need to hear you say it.."
you don't want to hold back anymore, not with those big, blue puppy eyes staring down into your soul, so let it all spill from your lips
"please fuck me, richie, i need you, please, PLEASE, i need it, i want to feel you.."
his eyes flutter shut when he hears, and you could feel the way his cock twitches on you one second before he pulls his hips back, thrusting forward and sliding deeply inside of your cunt
"fuc-" your words are cut off as you find yourself overwhelmed with ecstasy at this new position
richie is in you, deeper than ever, you swear that you can feel him in your belly
he's pushing all your buttons, places you'd never even reached before, all whilst keeping his forehead on yours, eyes trained on your face for signs of what makes you feel good
one of your favorites, he notices, is when he rolls his hips slowly as he thrusts inside, his tip kissing a spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back into your head, while his curly pubes rub against your clit, creating the most torturing yet delicious friction you've experienced, ever
so he does that, over and over and over until you are gripping onto his shoulders, eyes watery and voice shaking, as you beg and beg, for what? who knows
his hips slam into yours, harder and harder as you feel yourself creeping up to your peak, your toes curling beside his head, and your fingernails digging into his shoulders
the pain was something both of you enjoyed, you loved to give a little pain to show how good your partner made you feel, and richie loved to recieve your scratches and your tugs at his hair because it showed him that he was doing his job and he was doing it damn well
your body tensed the closer you got, including your eyes, which clamped shut as you anticipated your upcoming eruption
he could tell it wasn't helping, you were focusing too hard on when it would hit you, that you just prolonged it even further
with two hands on your cheeks, he whispers above you-- "baby...fuck, baby, look at me, let me help you.."
although his pace doesn't let up, you allow your eyes to open up again, focusing in on the sight above you, your beautiful man staring down at you as he fucks your pussy like his life depends on it
"there y'go, mama, keep those pretty eyes on me, okay?"
you nod, using every bit of strength to keep your eyes open and focused on his as his cock slides in and out of your pussy, your muscles tightening around him, bringing him right up to that edge with you
"so fucking beautiful, baby, i swear t'god... if i could have you like this all day, every fuckin' day, i would... i would never leave this goddamn bed again.."
your pussy clenches around him at those words, and he hisses, teeth slightly bared as he tries to hold back his own release, wanting you to reach yours first
"cum for me, baby, you're so close, i can feel it, soooo fuckin' tight, it's like this pussy was made just f'me..."
a blinding white light hits your eyelids as your body begins to tremble underneath richie, your ears barely registering his words of encouragement for you
something you did recognize was a new feeling of warmth spilling down your inner thighs, down your folds, soaking the sheets below you
"oh, shit.." richie's eyes were no longer focused on your face, now they trained themselves on your cunt and how it gushed out again and again around his cock, pulsating as you came, hard
just a few moments later, richie empties himself deep inside you, filling you up with his warm seed, cock twitching with each spurt
"goddamn it, jesus.." his eyes close as he slows down, not wanting you to overstimulate either of you too much
you're still in another world, only slightly coming down from the high that richie and his cock supplied you mere minutes ago
richie stays inside you, laying kisses on your forehead, cheeks, jaw and lips as you stir back to consciousness
when your eyes open again, he's running his fingers along your scalp, nails lightly scratching and soothing you, like he always does
"when were you gonna tell me you're a squirter, huh?" a smirk graces his face this time and you grin in response, watching him sit back and pull out of your pussy, waiting for the moment that his cum begins to drip out of you (only for him to fuck it back inside with his long, skilled fingers)
Will Richie help Reader switch off, or will his conscience get in the way?
MDNI NSFW 18+ only please.
Based on a lovely prompt from Erica @diorrfairy and an anon request. This is daddy!Richie x younger!reader.
Warnings: Reader calls Richie daddy, unprotected PIV, oral F and M receiving. Reader is female and in her twenties. No other physical descriptions.
Approx 2.6k
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“I just wish I could switch off..” you take a drag from your cigarette – snatched from Richie’s pack – and let your head fall back against the wall.
Richie looks sidelong at you, the smoke from his own cigarette a cloud illuminated by the lights from the kitchen behind, “Was just some fuckin sauce..”
“I know..”
“Guy was being a dickhead..”
“He called me a stupid bitch..”
Richie holds out his hands placatingly, “All I’m sayin is, it wasn’t a big deal.”
“Yeah, well all I know is that I’m going to be lying in bed in a couple of hours playing it over and over..” you take another drag, “fuck, I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”
Richie is struggling against an image of you tossing and turning in bed, he clears his throat, “I get nights like that.” Shit. Why did he say that.
You turn to face him, shift a little closer, “You do?”
Richie nods as he stubs out his cigarette and tosses it into the makeshift trash can by the door.
“And what do you do about it?”
“I don’t..”
“Do you ever think it would be easier if you had someone..”
“No.”
“But you’re on your own too, right?” You reach out, smoothing your fingertips down his tie.
“Don’t.” Richie’s jaw clenches. His conscience doesn’t like where this is going. His dick hasn’t got the message.
“You could help me switch all this noise off..” you wind the silky fabric through your fingers.
Richie sighs heavily, plucks your hand from his body, “It’s not a good idea.”
“It’s not?”
“I’m old enough to be your..”
“Daddy?”
Jesus Christ. “Fuckin.. no, that’s not what I was gonna say..” Richie can feel the colour rising in his cheeks, “look you’re too young, y’know. You can’t take a fuckin joke.”
“That guy tonight, that was a joke to you?” You look at him incredulously.
“No..” Richie shrugs, “but if you were a little more mature maybe it wouldn’t seem like such a big deal.”
“So I’m immature now?” You fold your arms over your chest. “Fuck, Richie. Why don’t you say what you really think.”
Richie opens his mouth to reply, but thinks better of it. Stuffs his tongue in his cheek and stays quiet.
You wipe your eyes with your hand. Hot tears have been threatening to fall for half your shift, but you’re not going to give him the satisfaction. Fucking asshole. You push off the wall and head back inside without another word.
Richie pulls another cigarette from his pack as he watches you walk back into the kitchen. By the time the stub has joined the others in the bucket, you’re long gone.
...
Richie winces, his back still turned, "Nothin, cus, I swear to god.."
Back in the kitchen, Carmy is pissed, Richie can hear it in the fast approaching footsteps as he washes his hands.
"What did you do to her?"
"Just fuckin fix it, alright?"
"It's late though, I should.."
"Go." Carmy jabs his finger toward the door, "she doesn't show tomorrow, that's on you."
"Jeez.. fuck, cousin, alright.." Richie roots in his pocket for his car keys, "I'll go check on her."
..
Richie measures up to himself in the rearview mirror. He’s not going to do this. You’re too young, too soft. Maybe, maybe if you were just a little older, or if he was a little younger.. But you’d been upset and he’d made it worse. All he’s going to do is check that you’re okay. Apologise. Be professional.
He tells himself these lies while he’s parked outside your building. Guilt is burning a hole in his chest, but when he closes his eyes all he feels is the heat of your hand on his chest and all he hears is daddy.
...
You sit on your couch trying to will yourself up and into bed. It’s been a long day.
Stupid bitch. That had been what the guy had called you. Stupid bitch. Over what? Some spilt sauce. Another day, another asshole, but the anxiety that had risen in your belly was yet to fade away, and you find yourself predictably replaying the altercation in your head. And then there was that thing with Richie.
Richie. Fuck. You’d made such a fool of yourself. Daddy? For fucks sake. What were you thinking. You know what he must think. That you’re pathetic, a kid - he’d basically said as much, that you must be mad if you think he would ever.. You just want it to stop. For your brain to be quiet.
The buzzer sounds, breaking the silence of your apartment and the din of your thoughts.
You’re debating whether to answer when it sounds again. Longer this time, an angry intrusion. You pad over to the door, and warily press the button.
“Hello?”
“Uhh.. yo, sorry.. it’s..”
“Richie?!” Your voice is a squeak.
“Yeah, it’s Richie, I..”
“Come up.”
...
A minute later, Richie is leaning against your doorframe.
“I was just thinking about you actually.” You hope your voice doesn’t betray the weakness in your knees or the sudden dryness of your mouth.
“That right?”
“I was worried you’d think I was stupid.. for earlier.”
“I don’t think that.” Richie rubs a hand over the back of his neck, “Just wanted to check you were okay..”
Oh. Of course. “M’fine.”
“..That guy was pretty rough on you.. and I probably made things worse, so..”
“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that too.”
“There you go with that thinkin again.” He looks at you, on the brink of cementing the bad decision he made when he pulled up in your lot.
“It’s a problem.” You stare back at him, heart in your throat.
The silence stretches between you where the air has grown thick. He can’t help but look at your bare legs, the t-shirt skimming the top of your thighs, can’t help but imagine what might be underneath. You’d probably been on your way to bed. He should leave - you said it yourself, you’re fine - but he doesn’t. He licks his lips, watches your eyes follow the movement, same as you had seen his eyes drag up your legs.
Pushing off the doorframe, he leaves his conscience in the hallway and shifts toward you, “You still want some help with that?”
“Y-yes.” You think your knees might give out.
“Yes, what? Hmm?”
Oh fuck. You know what he wants. You take a shaky breath and your tongue darts out to wet your lips, “Yes, please.. daddy.”
The door slams shut behind him and he steps into your space. Richie’s presence has sucked all the air out of the room and sweat is pricking at your skin.
“You sure bout this?” His eyes are searching yours.
You nod, and raise your hand to push your fingers across the scruff on his jaw. It’s softer than you had imagined. That thought is still drifting through your mind when his lips meet yours. That too is soft, at first. But then he squeezes the back of your neck and holds you tight, parting your lips with his tongue and stealing your breath. It’s insistent. It makes your head spin. He’s taking what he wants and it blurs your edges.
He pulls back a little, breathing heavily, hooks a finger into the neck of your shirt and tugs, “Take it off.”
You hesitate, dazed, smoothing the hem in your hands.
“I said take it off.”
His voice burns along your veins. You do as he says, pulling the old tee up and over your head.
Standing before him in your underwear you’re acutely aware that he’s still dressed. Shirt and suit pants still sharp. Only the tie is gone, replaced with the gold of his chain shining against his skin where his collar is open. It makes your mouth water. It makes you want to run. It makes you want to fall to your knees and beg.
Richie reaches out, brushes the back of his knuckles over the curve of your bare breast, “Real pretty.”
His touch leaves a shiver in its wake, and you fight the urge to close your eyes. Then his hands are at your waist, backing you into your couch until you fall clumsily into the plush cushions. Splayed over the couch, he stands above you. He looks so big like this, and your heart hammers against your ribs when he drops to his knees.
...
The shirt feels cool where his shoulders are pressed between your spread knees. Hot breath fans over your skin in the moment before he presses his mouth to your inner thigh, teeth sinking into the softness there, his tongue easing the sting. Your underwear is sticky with arousal, the little wet patch spreading under his gaze.
Richie nudges his nose along the seam of your pussy, making your stomach clench and your face burn with something like shame. Your instinct is to squirm away, but he has you held fast, his shirtsleeves pushed up and his arms wrapped around your thighs. Then his tongue follows the path of his nose, his spit mixing with your slick soaking your underwear and leaving it clinging to your puffy cunt. When he pulls away, you whine, hips lifting from the couch, seeking out his mouth again.
“Goddamn, so fuckin needy, huh..”
You look at him, too dazed to form a reply.
“Words, princess.”
“I.. I..” you clam up, your mouth drying out, unsure what to say.
“What do you want hmm?” He looks up at you, grazes his mouth over where your clit is throbbing beneath your underwear, “This?”
“Fuck.. daddy, yes..” your ribs heave as his fingers hook into your underwear and begin to tug them down, “I want you to eat it.”
Jesus fucking Christ. Richie’s pulse pounds in his ears as he gets his first proper taste of you, his tongue making a lazy trail from your hole to your clit. You’re silky and saline sweet on his lips. It makes him hungry, makes him want more. He holds you open, fingers digging into your thighs, and pushes his tongue into your pussy. It’s open mouthed and messy. So close to being consumed that the line between where you end and he begins is lost.
The line swims back into sharp focus when he replaces his tongue with his fingers, sinking them to the knuckle, his wedding ring snug against you. He curls his fingers, stroking and teasing a spot that has you dripping down his palm as his tongue swirls over your clit, working you until his jaw aches. And when he drives his fingers into you again he knows you’re close, knows you’re going to burst on his tongue, and the thought has him hard and straining the zipper of his suit pants.
Your fingers scramble for something to ground you before it overwhelms you. The couch cushions slip under your grasp, then your hands find his head where it is dipped between your thighs and you push your fingertips through his hair. Pressing him down even as every muscle in your body winds tight, hips canting up against his hot, wet mouth. And oh fuck.. oh fuck.. “oh fuck.. I’m gonna come.. I’m gonna..”
It rolls through you as your words fall away, replaced by gasps and cries, and Richie swallows you down.
...
He has you pressed into the mattress, his mouth on yours, his body sinking into the cradle of your spread thighs, teasing, barely there thrusts that have his cock sliding against you, nudging inside. And fuck you need more, try to rock your hips up, try to get him deeper, but you’re pinned beneath him.
“Please.. Richie.. Please..”
He shakes his head and you realise your mistake, but not before his teeth dig into your bottom lip making you hiss. Shit.
You chase the sting away with your tongue, “M'sorry.. Daddy..”
The word hangs in the sliver of space between his mouth and yours, swirling with your breath in the moment before he kisses you again. Richie rolls his hips as he licks into your mouth, cock sinking into you another inch, “S’this what you want?”
“Yes..” your voice turns to a cry as he pulls out and then fucks into you hard, filling you up.
His hands slide up your thighs and press your knees back against your chest and he drives into you again, pushing the air from your lungs and every thought from your mind except more. And maybe he can see what’s in your head, or maybe you said it aloud, but it’s punishing, it’s rough, it’s so, so good you could cry.
“Doin so well for me, baby.” Richie’s voice is soothing even as he bruises your hips with his fingers, tugging you against him. “Gettin so wet for me.”
Heat flashes over your face. You can hear it with the wet slap of his skin against yours. You can feel it every time he fucks into you, winding you tighter each time. Hot, slippery pressure on the brink of overflowing.
“That’s it..” he snaps his hips mean and hard, “I got you..”
There’s sweat gathering on your brow and in the small of your back, tears stinging at your eyes. And he’s grinding into you now. Has found your edge and is pushing you over, sending you into freefall.
Richie can’t take his eyes off you as you fall apart. So fuckin beautiful. His hand finds the hot skin of your cheek, lingering there, thumb at the corner of your mouth. He nearly loses control when your tongue dips out to lick at him. You’re ruined and achingly perfect, and the fucked out little whimpers he’s still pushing from you have him on the edge of a precipice, sparks building at the base of his spine, his dick throbbing inside you, so close, he’s gonna..
“Christ.. sweetheart.. where?”
You’re lost to his words, seeking out any parts of his hand you can reach with your mouth, sucking and..
“Fuckin..” Richie smacks your cheek, and the urgency in his voice brings your gaze to his, “where?”
“In my mouth.. please, I wanna..”
The words have barely left your lips and he’s hauling you up to sit, crowding you against the headboard. His knees sink into the mattress either side of your chest, and he slides his fist over his cock, shiny slick from your pussy, so close that when you push your tongue out, you can swipe it through the precome that beads on each upward stroke.
That’s his undoing. The first touch of your wet tongue. His hips stutter as he pushes his dick into your mouth with a grunt. You open up wide around him to take him to as far as you can, sucking in a breath through your nose before letting him sink in another inch.
Hard and heavy on your tongue, nudging at the back of your throat, there’s a moment of absolute crystalline bliss, everything else melting away. Then he wraps his hand around the base of your skull, and you suck and swallow around him. Watching through the tears trembling on your lashes as his body tenses, the muscles of his belly taut with it in the second before the first hot rush hits your tongue.
...
“How’s that brain of yours?” Richie is sprawled over your bed. Long limbs tangled in your sheets.
“I think it melted..” you sigh, settling your head onto his chest.
“That’s good right?”
“Mmmhmm.. will you..” you stifle a yawn, “will you stay?”
“Y’know Carmen’s gonna fuckin kill me if he finds out bout this?” Richie’s voice is sleepy.
“I know..” you twist his chain in your fingers, “and don’t forget Chef Syd..”
“Fuck.. you got me in some trouble, kid.”
“So.. will you stay?”
“Y’want me to?” He props himself up on his elbow to look you in the eye.
“Yeah..”
“Then yeah, yeah I can stay.” He pulls you toward him and holds you close, “If that’s what you need.”
sorry for no posts guys, my mental illness has shifted focus from fictional boys to one very real boy whom i know IRL and have a terrible, awful, embarrassing crush on. feels weird to write fics about people i know IRL, of course. so, as much as i love my fictional boys, i cant be normal, or at least be abnormal about more than one person or thing, so i'm just not writing anything down. my focus atm is attempting to mack on this very adorable guy i met at work
Okay, admit it, we all love a bit of possessive boyfriend Richie, even if it's not the healthiest relationship dynamic.
This was inspired by a lovely anon who wanted Richie to remind Reader who she belongs to.
Reader is female, but no other descriptions.
Rating: E, 18+ only please
Word count: 1.2k (it's a smutty little tea break of a fic)
Warnings: Dom/sub dynamic, little bit of degradation (nothing heavy), possessiveness/jealousy, controlling behaviour, unwanted touching from a third-party, edging, unprotected PIV sex (don't do it IRL)... and all in a thousand words!
If you like it, let me know <3
For those who prefer fluffier stuff, second part of the celebration will be up later in the week.
Bending to clear a table, you feel the weight and stickiness of a clammy hand on your backside. Jerking away, you wheel round to see the man at the next table hastily pulling his hand away.
“Hey, what the hell?!”
He’s pretending not to have heard you, but you weren’t the only one to have seen him.
“Yo! Asshole! Keep your hands to yourself!” Richie comes storming out from behind the counter.
“Hey man, I was just enjoying the entertainment you got here..”
“Entertainment, hmm? How bout you get the fuck outta here?”
“I haven’t finished my sandwich..”
Richie grabs his tray and tips it onto the floor.
“Y’have now.”
The man stands. For a second you think he’s going to start something, but his eyes level somewhere around Richie’s shoulders, and he thinks better of it.
“Fucking shitty food anyway.” He’s already heading for the door.
“Fuckin jagoff.” Richie watches him go.
“Hey, thanks..” you go to sneak your arm around Richie’s waist, but he pulls away, fixes you with a look.
“And you, you can clear that up.” Richie gestures to the half eaten sandwich now spread over the floor, and stalks off.
Your cheeks burn as you crouch down and begin to pick up the mess.
...
“What the fuck was all that about?”
You finish mopping up the gravy and corner Richie while he’s out the back with a cigarette.
He looks at you, runs his tongue across his teeth. You get the sense that you’re in trouble.
“What the fuck is wearing those to work all bout?” He waves his cigarette in your direction.
“Jesus Christ, Richie, they’re shorts, it’s fucking hot as balls.”
“They look like fuckin underwear, and you know it.”
You roll your eyes at him, but he carries on,
“You wanted all the guys to look at you, huh? You wanted them all to touch you, to look at you like..”
“Like what?” You step closer to where he is leant against the wall.
“Like they want to fuck you.”
“Yeah? You know what, maybe you’re right.” You slide your hands up over his chest to wind your arms around his neck, “Maybe that is what I wanted.”
“D’you need reminding who you belong to?” His hands are on your ass now, fingers sliding under the fabric of your shorts.
The possessive grab of his hands has your breath caught in your throat, but you gather as much composure as you can, “I don’t belong to you, Richie.”
He pulls you toward him, fingers digging into your flesh. He leans in close and your tongue darts across your lip in anticipation of his mouth on yours, but he stops short, “are you sure bout that, sweetheart?”
He pushes you against the wall then, his hand splayed across the small of your back, holding you in place. He drops to one knee.
“Jesus fuck, what are you..”
His mouth seals over a spot at the edge of your shorts, right where your thigh meets your ass. He sucks, hard, before soothing the sting with his tongue, then does it again, and again until your thigh begins to tremble under his attention.
“Shit, Richie..”
“You like wearing these that much, you won’t mind everyone seeing this, huh?” He pushes back up to stand. Keeps you pinned against the wall. His hands are on your hips and you can feel that he’s hard.
“Yo cousin!” it’s Carmen, shouting from the kitchen.
“This isn’t finished.” Richie speaks low into your ear before heading back inside.
When he’s gone, you crane your neck round and can just make out the livid mark he’s left. Fuck.
...
“Please, Richie, please..”
You don’t know how long he’s had you here like this. It feels like hours. Tears are building in your eyes. Hours of his fingers, his mouth, bringing you to the edge and then backing off. Right now he’s sucking your nipple into his mouth, his fingers sliding too slowly, too softly between your folds. You squirm your hips in a futile attempt to increase the pressure, but he pulls his hand away and lets your breast slide from his mouth with a wet pop.
“You need more, baby?”
You nod, and he considers this for a moment before pushing two fingers deep into your wet cunt. Oh god, yes. Your eyes slide shut as he does it again and again, fingers curled against a spot that makes you clench around him. You focus on that sensation, brow furrowed, if he just keeps going for a little longer, fuck, you could get there, yes, yes, yes, oh fuck, you’re so close. You try not to let it show, and oh oh..
Richie pulls his fingers away.
“No, no, please..” fat tears of frustration slide down your cheeks.
Richie thinks he wants you like this all the time, begging beneath him, your lashes wet and smudged with mascara, your pussy dripping onto his sheets. But he’s losing patience with his own game now, he’s so fucking hard he can’t think straight. He rids himself of his boxers and comes to kneel between your spread knees. Your eyes follow his hand as he loosely fists his cock.
“Who do you belong to?”
You reach out for him, your eyes pleading, but he shakes his head and takes your hands, pinning them above your head, one of his big hands encircling both your wrists. To hold this position, he has to lean over you, and his cock is pushing up against your cunt now, slick with your arousal. He sucks in a breath at the sensation, fighting the urge to fuck into you. He needs to hear you say it.
“Who do you belong to?”
You’re wrecked. So far gone with the need to come that you can’t bring yourself to deny him. You’re his, he knows it, and now you know it too.
“You, baby. Just you.”
“Yeah, y’do..” he thrusts into you, fucking into you deep and hard. You tug your arms against the restraint of his hand and he releases your wrists. You pull him down to kiss you, and can taste yourself on his tongue.
“Don’t stop this time, please, please” your words are spoken softly against his lips, “you feel so fucking good.”
He grunts at your praise, pulls your thighs up and over his hips, and when he fucks into you like this, holy fuck, you’re so full, it’s so, so..
“Richie, fuck.. can I come for you.. please..”
“Yeah, yeah... Jesus fucking Christ.” Hearing you ask for his permission short-circuits Richie’s brain, and he slams into you as you begin to fall apart. You’ve been on the edge for so long that it keeps building and building, so fucking intense that it almost hurts, your muscles tense and shaking until finally, finally you hit relief. Oh fuck, fuck, yes. Tears spill from your eyes, as you cry out and your cunt clenches around him.
For once, Richie is lost for words, “so fuckin perfect..” is all he manages before he can’t hold back any longer. You’re so tight and hot and wet and he groans into the crook of your neck as he comes deep inside you. Thinks something that he’s not ready to admit yet. He’s yours too.
