Iron Maiden (Richiexreader)

Wings

(I got motivated again so look where we are lmao)

"Can I..." He said motioning towards my pussy. We have had sex many times before, and every single time he asks. Also not something you would expect from someone like him. I giggled.

"Yes, Richie. You can stick your dick in my cunt." I said making him laugh. He lined his dick up with my entrance and slowly pushed him self in. He leaned forward and held himself up with one arm on either side of me. He looked up at the wall behind me and groaned as he started pumping. I've always loved how his face looked when he was being pleasured. He always bit his bottom lip, squeezed his eyes shut, and breathed heavily out of his nose. He was so s e x y. I started moaning. Louder. And louder. And louder. He pushed his lips into mine trying to quiet me down so his parents wouldn't hear. Suddenly my phone started buzzing. He stopped, panting, and handed my phone to me from the end of the bed. It was my mom. I answered the phone, sitting up and trying to regain my breath.

"Hey baby girl, I was just wondering if Richie wanted to come over for dinner. Were having his favorite, pepperoni pizza and were having brownies for desert." She said in a usual motherly voice. Richie was listening in to the call. He grinned and nodded.

"Uhm, yeah. His parents are leaving soon anyway so he was just going to have a hot pocket for dinner. He says he'll bike back with me. What time do you want us to start biking home?" I asked her trying to stop from moaning as Richie was, yet again, eating me out. He had taken his short and boxers off and tossed them across his room, landing near my bra.

"Well, the pizza will be done at around five twenty, so maybe five?" She suggested

"Okay mom, we- mmm b-be there." I said losing control. I quickly hung up and tossed my phone onto a loveseat that he has on the other side of his room. He was already lining himself back up with me. I positioned myself and he started pumping again. "Mmm, fuck y/n. Ugh, you're so good." He said,  smashing his hand onto the wall above me.

I threw my head back in pleasure, "mmmmm, fuuuckkk." I said all in one deep breath.

"Y-y/n, i-im gonna c-cum." I was on birth control and I had other method already in use so I was pretty sure if he came inside me, I wouldn't get pregnant. He started to pull out.

"No, no. S-stay Rich." I stuttered. He kept pumping. I could feel my body shaking and squirming with every thrust. I didn't even need to  say anything for him to know I was going to climax. I make this certain face where I roll my eyes back and groan roughly. After about thirty seconds he started to cum. As did I. I moaned louder than any of my moans before out of pure pleasure. He stopped thrusting flopped next to me. We were both panting for around three or so minutes when I finally got up and started to get dressed. He wiped sweat off of his forehead and sat up.

"Hey y/n?" He said as I bent down to grab my bra.

"Yeah, Baby?" I said slipping the straps over my arms.

"I love you with my whole existence, you know that, right?"

"Yeah, of course. Why?" I asked wondering if something was wrong.

"I just wanted to let you know." He said grinning.

"Well, Richie, baby. I love you, too." I said pulling my shirts on and buttoning them. I pulled my shirt on and started putting my converse on. Richie was already fully dressed and waiting for me. He was leaning on his door frame, playing with the bottom hem of his shirt. I grabbed my phone. "You ready to go?" I asked, walking towards him. He nodded and started walking down the stairs and through His living room. Riches parents had already left and the house was still. I could tell Richie was thinking about his cousin again. "You know, my mom loves you, and your parents don't really care where you go. If ur cousin gets to be too much, you can always stay with us." I suggested. He threw his leg over his bike and adjusted the gears.

"Yeah, I just don't want to put that on your mom. Besides, I could beat the shit out of my wilber if I needed to." 

I laughed and started pedalling out of his driveway. "I bet you could, Rich."

We biked a couple blocks until we got to McBriar Hills Cemetery. We walked our bikes through the open field to the right of  the cemetery.

"Did you bring the lighter, Y/n?" Richie asked.

I patted my butt pocket, making sure I had it. I gave him a thumbs up. We dropped our bike and walked a couple feet forward where we layed down. Richie grabbed a baggie out of his pocket. It had five blunts of weed in it.  I grabbed the lighter out of my butt pocket. Richie handed me a blunt and I lit it. We passed the blunt back and forth for a couple minutes. It felt like I had wings. Sometimes I wish I did have wings and I could just fly away. To a place unknown to man. Maybe a beach or a mountain. Somewhere I could be safe. Somewhere I didn't need to defend myself in the fine place I shouldn't ever need to feel on guard. I scootched over and layed my head on Richie's chest. I could feel his every breath and hear his heart beating. Bumbum. bumbum. bumbum. I listened. Counted. Watched. Observed. As my heart beat softened, so did his. We fell asleep together in that field, with the blue sky above us and the green grass below us. (I'm going to start putting the word count down here so it doesnt mess with the title)                   WORD COUNT: 1,037