𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐂𝐥𝐮𝐛 ✦ 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴

[ Y/n ]

— Your height difference is like Nate and Maddy from Euphoria —

Ever since Richie got contacts, he's been acting like a whole new person. I honestly never thought that something like that would change him so much. He's been gaining the attention of a lot of girls and I'm really fucking tired of it.

Richie stirred and pulled me closer to him. He doesn't like to admit but he can't sleep unless he has a stuffed animal to hold onto. Since we started dating, he's just been holding me instead.

I really like it.

Richie placed his head on top of mine, giving me access to his neck. I smiled and pressed my lips against his skin. I laid a light kiss on the area before starting to suck on it.

Richie's fingers lightly dug into my back, a sign of pleasure. I left a few more on his neck, leaving a small bite mark as well.

Richie's large hand pressed against the back of my head as he shifted to kiss my forehead. I smiled and hugged him.

Richie gave me a tight hug back. "Oh!" I exclaimed as something hard pressed against my thigh. We pulled apart and Richie put his glasses on.

"Fuck, morning wood... D'you mind?" I smiled and shook my head, slipping under the covers.

After some head that turned into lengthy morning sex, then a wholesome shower that ended in rough shower sex, and we finished our breakfast, Richie decided he wanted to take me to the mall.

I happily agreed and got ready. I picked out a lace corset Richie bought me, high wasted jeans, and some white sneakers. My chest was exposed and covered in hickies and bite marks.

I didn't like dressing like a slut but I had to keep Richie's attention on me the whole time so he wouldn't cheat.

Not saying I don't trust him but... I really don't. Sure he was cute before but puberty hit him like a fucking train and he's the hottest guy in Maine now.

He's even started... Working out. I mean, I'm not complaining because he's my boyfriend and that just means he's getting 10x hotter but there also means he's 10x hotter to all the other girls.

"What are you wearing?" He asked. I looked down at myself and then back up at him. "There appears to be... Clothing on my body." I joked. Richie laughed and came over.

He hooked two fingers under my chin and pulled my face up to look at him. He was suddenly very serious. "Change into something that hides that. That's for my eyes and my eyes only."

I smiled and pecked his nose before laying back on the bed. "Sorry Rich Rich, I can't change." Richie sighed and walked away.

He came back with two things, one of his nice blazers and a sharpie. Richie sat me up and leaned down, placing careful kisses on my cleavage.

I gripped his hair, lightly tugging on it. Richie pulled away and uncapped the sharpie. "Richie-" he was wiping his spit off of my boobs while holding a loose grip around my throat to keep me down.

"Richie!" I laughed as he started writing. Richie wrote for a few moments before leaning in and pecking my lips. He pulled away and I got up. "Richie what did you write?!" I went to the mirror to figure it out.