Showing - IT
Staring - Richie Tozier (Late Teens) X Reader
Rating - 18+ (Masturbation / nonconsent / J*zz / unknowing J*zz Consumtion)
Reading Time - 17 min 2 sec (2214)
Richie had always been a prankster, enjoying playing little tricks on the losers. Usually, as revenge for various insults thrown in his direction. But today… Today, he had a sick, almost evil idea. Y/n had called Richie a ‘Pervert’ a few days ago. A small insult, but he made sure not to forget… making sure she'd know just how perverted he was. He invited Y/n to hang out at his place, one-on-one, during a rainy Derry afternoon.
Y/n had found her seat on Richie's bed, sitting wearing a little sundress, watching TV happily, completely unaware of the danger she was in.
He glanced over at Y/n, smirking evilly. "Hey Y/n…"
"Yeah? What's up, rich?" Y/n turned to him innocently.
He shifted to sit closer to her, draping his arm around her shoulders and smiling at her. "Nothing much, just having fun with my bestest friend," he smiled, "did you want something to drink? I make a mean milkshake?"
"Oohh, that sounds nice, thanks Richie." She nodded, "Did you want any help?" Y/n asked as Richie got up.
He paused for a moment, a smirk spreading on his face as he shook his head. "No, no, you just stay there." He paused again. "And don't leave, got it?"
Y/n nodded and went back to watching TV,
Richie immediately headed downstairs and began work on her milkshake. He grabbed her a nice tall glass, poured in a good amount of the milkshake powder and gave it a good stir. While it was settling and setting up, he briefly took a small plastic cup into the small bathroom under the stairs to prepare the secret ingredient in private.
He set the cup on the sink and undid his shorts, pulling out his already tender and excited cock. He grabbed his shaft hard and began rubbing fast and hard, making sure to keep quiet and fast to now draw too much attention. And as he came, he quickly grabbed the plastic cup and captured as much of his seed as possible, biting on his bottom lip to stop a moan.
After he got his breath back, he took the cup and added the secret ingredient to the milkshake, stirring it into the white vanilla milkshake, before picking it up and taking it upstairs. He smirked the entire way, knowing Y/n had absolutely no idea what was coming for her. "Heyyy… I finished!" He called out as he poked his head into the bedroom.
"Awwww, thank you, Richie." She smiled, completely missing the double meaning in his words, happily taking the vanilla milkshake. "You're so sweet to me when the other losers aren't around." She giggled, having a small sip on the straw.
He snorted, coming back over and putting an arm around her waist, pulling her close again. "Yeah, well, I'm only sweet to my favourite girl." He said in a flirty tone, "So… how's the milkshake taste?"
She nodded, stirring it a little with the straw.
He grinned, sliding his hand down from her waist to her thigh as he watched her take another drink. "I didn't put too much sugar in, did I? It doesn't taste off or anything?" He asked,
"hummm…" She rubbed her lips together a little. "Actually… I am not sure if you put sugar in Richie… Maybe you mixed the sugar and the salt. It tastes kinda…. salty near the bottom." She explained licking some of the white vanilla milkshake from her lips.
Richie's grin grew even wider. "Uh… that's odd." He said, the smug expression never leaving his face. "You wanna give it back and I can make you a new one?"
"mhm… It tastes really funny…" She said clearly her last sip was a full taste of that secret ingredient.
Richie chuckled, taking the milkshake from her and setting it on his bedside table. "You're right, it does taste funny."
"You didn't even taste it." She grimaced confused how he knew if he didn't taste it. But she caught his smirk and chuckles and immediately glared. "Richie… Did you do something?" She asked,
He smirked even more at her accusing tone, his hand moving up a bit further on her thigh. "Oh? Do you think I did something?" He asked, his tone more smug than ever.
"Richie." She crossed her eyes with a glare. "You put salt on purpose, didn't you?" She sighed,
Richie just smirked down at her, running his hand up even further on her thigh, near the hem of her dress. "Come on, you think I'd do that?"
"Richie… What did you do?!" She complained.
He chuckled, his fingers lightly dragging along the hem of her dress. "I'm a perfect gentleman, sweetheart. I'd never do anything… perverted."
That word hit Y/n like a tone of bricks. Remembering she'd called him that. She realised this was getting Richie's revenge for calling him a perv. But she was at first confused why he'd have salted her milkshake for that? It seemed unrelated. But the longer she looked at his smirk the more lines connected. Her eyes flicked to the milkshake glass, and how little was left in it. How much she'd drank… Willingly and unaware. "Oh … My… God…" She gasped as she realized exactly what Richie had done.
Richie noticed how her eyes widened when the realization finally hit her and he let out a loud bark of laughter. "Yup."
"you - you - you…" She gasped unable to speak,
"Me what? Use your words, darling." He practically purred the nickname.
Y/n began to gag. "You disgusting little bastard! You let me drink that!" She yelled
Richie laughed, still holding her jaw to keep her from puking. "Oh, calm down. It's not that bad. Besides, you shouldn't go around calling people perverts then expect nothing in return."
"I called you a pervert, it was a joke. I didn't expect you to decide to be a pervert and shove a bunch of your cum in my drink!"
"You shouldn't dish out if you can't take it, darling. And don't even try to pretend you didn't enjoy that damn good milkshake."
"how would you feel that gave you a strawberry cake with my blood in it. Or ice cream with my spit. It's gross Richie! You made me drink that!"
"That's not the same, and you know it." He argued.
"How is it not the same! It was inside you and you fed it to me without my knowledge!"
Richie paused. "You're the one who decided to insult me."
Y/n huffed and shoved Richie so hard he fell on his back, immediately she pinned him down on his bed "you are a gross, disgusting, vile little pervert Richie, the fact you even considered doing that to me let alone going through with it is beyond sick. You made me drink your cum!" She yelled angrily tickling him as she pinned him down knowing he was extremely ticklish.
The smug expression was gone, completely replaced with a desperate and embarrassed one with his protests being drowned out by uncontrollable giggles and wheezes. "S-stop! Stop!!" He managed to get out through his laughs.
"I'll stop when you admit your crimes and apologize!"
"S-stop, I-I can't--" Richie let out another laugh, writhing around underneath her as she continued to tickle him. His glasses falling off his face, tears started to run down his face. "Fine! I-I'm sorry, okay?"
"for what!" She yelled tickling him more.
"For- for making that milkshake!" He said, squirming and laughing uncontrollably underneath her.
"and for putting what in it!" She asked wanting to make sure he fully admitted it before she stopped tickling.
Richie continued to squirm around, desperation in his voice as he spoke. "And for- for m-m-my- my--" He began to laugh again, unable to get the word out through his breathless giggling. He took a few deep breaths, managing to force out the word between gasps, "My.. c-cum!!" He finally managed to choke out. His face was red, from a mix of humiliation and lack of oxygen.
Y/n finally stopped tickling him, keeping her hands on his wrists and her knees on his thighs.
"Your a gross little man Richie tozier."
Richie was still panting and gasping for breath, his chest rising and falling fast. He looked up at Y/n, the humiliated expression still on his face. "And you're a sadistic little brat.." He responded between gasps.
Y/n scoffed. And glanced at the small amount of the milkshake left on the table. Then glancing down to the completely trapped Richie below her. An idea coming into her mind… For revenge.
Richie noticed her gaze, slightly worried as she seemingly had an idea. "What… What are you thinking..?" He asked, still taking deep breaths as his chest rose up and down.
"Let's see if you like milkshake."
Richie's eyes widened, realizing exactly what she was going to do. He began to struggle underneath her again, trying to get away. "No, no no no-" He tried to get out from under her by shifting around, wriggling away and trying to flip her off of him. But Y/n was stubborn, keeping him firmly pinned down.
"Y/n, c'mon..!" He cried out desperately as she leaned over to grab the milkshake.
She smirked with the glass in her hand, pinning his wrists above his head. "Come on Richie… Open wide." She smirked bringing the glass closer.
Richie grimaced, shaking his head. "You can't seriously be considering this, come on- you'd never be that cruel!" He protested, trying to squirm away but only resulted in Y/n digging her knees into his thighs and holding his wrists tighter.
"You made me drink it. Why shouldn't you get a taste of your own medicine… Or… Your own cum." She smirked.
His face went red again, his body almost going limp as he realized there was no way out of this. "You're actually a psycho.." He mumbled, opening his mouth slightly as his lip started to wobble.
"Open." She commanded forcing his mouth open holding the glass above him just enough so it would pour out but a meer flick of her wrist and he'd be tasting it
Richie whined as his jaw was forced open. He squeezed his eyes shut, anticipating the feeling of the thick milkshake sliding down his throat. "Please…please don't.." He begged, his voice soft.
And as she watched Richie crumble she giggled and instead of pouring the milkshake down his throat, she leant down and kissed him. Setting the milkshake on the side. Purposely not getting her revenge and simply doing something far more important, giving richie… His first kiss. Something that he'd never be able to replace, now a memory burned into his mind for the rest of his life.
When instead of the feeling of cold liquid it was warm lips pressing against his own, Richie was so surprised he almost forgot to kiss back. And by the time she pulled away Richie's brain was a mess of confusion and flustered feelings. He just laid on his back staring up at her, mouth agape and face bright red.
"Humm… Yes Richie?" She smirked evily.
It took Richie a few moments to form coherent thoughts and words. "Y-you-" He managed to splutter out. "You just-" His voice was raspy as he continued to look up at her, utterly dumbfounded and confused.
"Did I?" She smirked playing innocent like he had earlier
Richie could only stare at her for a few seconds before managing out a word. "You kissed me.." He said it like it was a question, still not quite believing what had actually just happened.
"Yeah… Live with it tozier. No matter what else you do… I'll always be your first kiss." She smirked stroking his jaw.
A small, slightly whiny moan fell out of Richie's mouth as her hand rested on his jaw, his body practically on fire as he was touched. "Y/n.." He said, still struggling to process.
"Yes rich?" She smirked.
His flustered face somehow deepened even more as he looked up at her. His glasses were sat lopsided on his face, and his legs were still trapped between hers, "Why did you-" He paused, taking a deep breath. "You just stole my- my first kiss." He managed to form a full sentence, struggling to not let his voice waver.
"I did." She smirked. "Cause I wanted too, cause then you'll have the memory burned into your very soul." She smirked stroking his cheek and resting her forehead on his brushing her lips against his watching as his body reacted in yearning for more kisses. "And kinda hoping there was still some of your 'milkshake' in my mouth."
Goosebumps formed on Richie's arms as her lips brushed against his with every word. His chest was rising and falling fast as he stared up at her. "You're- you're evil." He mumbled, but there was a tone of adoration in his voice rather than disgust. He found himself actually wanting to taste his own 'milkshake' on her lips.
"oh? I'm sorry, would you rather I have force fed you your own cum shake?"
A shiver ran down Richie's spine as she mentioned the milkshake. "No, no I-" He said, gulping. "I'd rather-.. this." He couldn't help but glance between her eyes and lips again, his breathing speeding up even more.
"This?" She smirked.
His body seemed to move on its own, or perhaps it was his subconscious taking over. Because suddenly Richie's hand was on the back of Y/n's neck, his grip gentle yet firm, pulling her down towards his face. "This." He confirmed, closing the distance between their lips and closing his eyes, finally getting a taste of Y/n's lips…
Had this idea for a cute comic in my head for a while and what better couple to use for it then one that's years out of date, but I still can't get over. 😭
