❝︎ 𝙈𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙙 . ❞︎ ━︎━︎ 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

『︎𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕』︎

Ship; Bichie

Smut

By stonedstozier on Tumblr

Idk how to describe this one folks, it's intense

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"Richie, cut it the fuck out!" Bill yells in a whisper, trying not to attract attention to them.

"What?" Richie asks, pretending to be clueless as he slides his hand further up Bill's leg.

"I'm not messing around, quit it." Bill grabs Richie's hand and pushes it away.

"I really don't know what you're talking about, Billy." Richie says innocently and bats his eyes as his hand grazes over Bill's crotch. Bill covers his mouth to hold back a moan that's wanting to escape.

"We're in the middle of class, fucking stop. I'm serious." Bill shoots daggers into Richie. Richie sighs as his eyes dart around the room before meeting Bill's gaze again.

"What if I don't want to?" Richie smirks and palms Bill harder through his jeans.

"I'm going to kill you when we get home," Bill says through gritted teeth as his breath hardens in his chest.

"Yeah, well, we'll see about that." Richie winks and pulls his hand away. Bill sighs in relief. Holding back his moans is definitely one of the hardest things he's ever done. He looks over at Richie who has a pen in his mouth, licking it followed by a quiet moan. Once the bell rings, Bill grabs all of his things, storming out the door and to his locker. He shoves his books inside and slams the locker door shut. "Damn, someone's angry." Richie laughs lightly from behind him. Bill turns around, grabs Richie by the shirt and slams his back into the locker.

"I've fucking had it with you. Teasing me all day, playing dumb. You're so going to pay for this shit."

"Mmm you're so cute, Billy." Richie coos and pecks his lips.

"You piss me the fuck off sometimes," Bill lets go of Richie's shirt, his voice still stern.

"Why, baby?" Richie pouts and tilts his head slightly to the right, giving the other sad puppy-dog eyes.

"I swear to god if I could fuck you right here and now, I'd tear you in two." Bill threatens.

"No you wouldn't," Richie giggles. Bill lets out a long, frustrated breath.

"Why do you have to be like this?"

"Because it's fun," Richie's tone turns playful as he runs his finger down the middle of Bill's chest. "I love watching you get all worked up over me. You get so mad and it turns me on. Angry sex is the best sex." Richie puts his thumb in Bill's mouth for a brief moment before dragging it across his bottom lip. "I'll see you later, okay?" Richie kisses Bill once more then walks away, leaving Bill completely speechless.

The end of the day finally rolls around and the two hop into Richie's car, heading to his house. Bill stays quiet as he looks out the window, still pissed off about earlier. They pull up to the house, Bill slamming the passenger side door shut. Richie unlocks the door, barely having enough time to shut it before Bill is dragging him upstairs.

"I'm so sick and tired of this, Richie. You're seriously going to pay for this. Now, down on your knees." Bill demands.

"You want me down on my knees?" Richie laughs. "You're hysterical, Billy." Bill grabs Richie by the shoulders and shoves him down to the ground, Richie hitting the floor with a thud.

"Now do it," Bill's tone grows darker.

"Do what?" Richie tries his best to force back a smile.

"Suck me off like a good boy,"

"And what if I don't want to be a good boy?"

"You will be,"

"See, that's where you're wrong, Billy Boy." Richie stands up and inches closer to him, pushing him until his back hits the wall. Richie begins to feel Bill through his jeans again, this time more rough.

"Fuck," Bill breathes out.

"You're so fucking weak for me and you know it. I could ask you to run fucking circles around this damn room and you would." Richie stops his movement and grabs Bill's face. "Isn't that right, babe?"

"Yes," Bill nods, completely giving in to Richie. Richie hums as he rubs his thumb across Bill's cheek.

"You're oh so pretty, baby boy. You want me to fuck you, is that what you want?"

"Yes," Bill moans.

"Are you sure?" Richie taunts.

"Please, please fuck me. Please, Richie." Bill whines. "Please," he whispers.

"Then take your clothes off and go lay on the bed like a good boy," Bill wastes no time and nearly rips his clothes off himself, Richie doing the same. He's about to reach the bed when Richie comes up from behind him, throwing him onto the mattress. He yelps out in surprise. Richie lays down and shoves Bill in between his legs. "Now suck me off," Bill takes Richie's dick in his hand, licks a stripe up his shaft before taking him all in. Richie holds Bill's head down until tears are streaming down his face and Richie's cum sliding down Bill's throat. He lets him go as Bill gasps for air. "You're so good for me," Richie wipes away Bill's tears and pulls him closer. "Do you want to ride me?"

"No," Bill says quietly.

"Why? Because you can't fuck yourself as good as I fuck you?" Bill lowers his head, letting Richie know that he's right. "That's what I thought," Richie purrs and kisses Bill once on the lips. "Now fucking turn around." He turns around quickly, Richie shoving Bill's head down into the pillows and sticking his ass in the air. He lines himself up with Bill and slams into him, thrusting hard, giving the other no time to adjust. Bill grips the bed sheets as he nearly screams.

"Fuck, Richie!" Bill chokes out. Richie thrusts even harder, hitting Bill's prostate perfectly. "I'm gonna cum," Bill cries.

"I don't think so," Richie growls and grips Bill's hips, stopping his actions and holds Bill close to him. Bill tries to move his hips only for him to be slapped on the ass. "Don't fucking move."

"Richie," Bill pleads. "I can't, I can't hold it."

"Yes you can," Richie says in a sweet, warm tone.

"I need to move," Bill begs.

"Hold it, baby." Bill mumbles a few words before screaming into the pillow. Richie starts to thrust roughly again after a few more seconds of waiting.

"Oh god," Bill gasps. "Please, can I cum?"

"Yes. Cum for me baby, cum for me." Richie's commanding words are enough to send Bill over the edge. Cumming hard, screaming and legs shaking. Richie pulls out slowly once he's finished. He sits Bill upright and looks him in the eyes. "You did so good," Richie praises soft and gently.

"Thank you," Bill's voice quivers as he smiles warmly at his lover.

"Anything for my sweet boy,"