#ben hanson

actually, you did

it was his stupid fucking unruly hair that blew around and stuck to his sweaty forehead, and the way he peddled his bike, his leg muscles basically BULDGING-

yeah, richie drove you up a wall. 

and you knew he had the hots for you, he always did. it wasnt until the teasing began that you found out that maaaybe he wasnt soo bad.

it started at school, you had 5th period study hall with him. your teacher had assigned seats, and just to your luck, stan sat across the room, while richie sat right behind your seat. stan would walk you to your seat, and as you sat down and watched stan walk away, richie would lean into your ear and whisper:

“nice ass y/n” “great view form here dollface” or “how can i get any work done when youre this close to me?”

it was hot, totally, inappropriate due to the circumstances, but hot nonetheless.

then the notes started. he’d pass you a note, saying how good you smelt or how he’d love to see you without your sweater on. you would always respond with something to do with the fact that your boyfriend was less then 15 feet away. richie didnt care, you knew that. something about the way he knew he could get caught drolling over you by stan, and still saying those things while your friend was THAT close to you, had you screaming in your pillow for godsake. 

he knew he got under your skin, he knew how you thought about him. that was the plan, he got a high from thinking about how hot and bothered you are for him. he decided to turn up the heat... at the down town cinema.

you had gone with stan, in his car, wearing stans green rubix cube sweater. you loved his smell, and the sweater engulfed you. his hand was on the gear and yours was over his, rubbing his thumb and watching has his eyes fixated on the traffic light. green. he sped into the parking lot behind the theatre and helped you out of the passenger side. together you both walked to the front, hands interlocked.

“took you long enough” eddie bellyached, “sorry, this one takes forever to brush her hair” stanley brushed your hair off your shoulder. you made eye contact with the losers, greeting them each with a nod. you nodded at richie last, giving him a half assed head tilt. 

you walked into the theatre and took your seats. the order went ben, bev, bill, stnaley, you , richie, and eddie. of course richie switched with eddie to be closer to you, perfect. 

the movie started, but you couldnt seem to keep your eyes on the screen. on one side of you, stanley had his arm around your shoulders and watched the movie with a small smile on his face, and on the other side was richie. and richies hands. and how his hands wee making his way up the side of your thigh ever so sneakily. and how you werent stopping him. 

seconds felt like days as his slender fingers found their way up your skirt, hovering over your core. you felt his index finger swipe your clothed clit, and you shot him a look. his eyes were on the screen, but a grin was plastered on his face. “are you trying to get us crucified?” you spoke barley louder than a whisper, he turned his face finally, his dark eyes making the butterlies in your stomach flutter. “then tell me to stop” his index and middle finger moving your panties aside “if you hate it so much.” 

you didnt.

his middle and ringer finger lap circles around your sensitive nub, you huffed trying to hold back any noise. “is everything ok y’n?” stan asked “oh yeah for s-sure” you lied “my stomach just feels weird.” stan looked at you with a concened face “is it something you ate? do you wanna go home?” richie speed intenfied at the word home, indicating he wanted to have you alone.

“uh-um i dont ah know, it just really fuck- hurts.” your body began crumbling; how public, improper, and taboo this was, was making you even more wet. richie was relentless, not stopping his unforgiving pace on your clit, until you’d say what he wanred you to.

“yeah actually, i think i m-might go” you stoof up, richie hand dropped like it was never on you. stan began to stand, but you put your arm out and sat him back down. “you’ve been talking about this movie for weeks stan bear- stya, i’ll have someone else drive me home.” you kissed his fore head and moved to the isle

“any takers?” you asked, and richie shot up a little too fast.

the walk out to richies car was stagnant. you didnt know what he wanted, but you knew you needed him. his car keys clanked, you could hear the shake in his wrist. you both got in, richie breathed out “couldnt stay away?” you gasped with a tone of disgust “last i checked you were the one who put his hand down MY panties.” “and last i checked miss l/n, you didnt stop me.”

it was silent, your face was red and your fists were balled. richie was eating it up, he had you right where he wanted you. 

“if you want something sweet y/n, all you have to do is ask”

the tension in the air grew.

“i want you.”

“Im right here toots”

you leaned in and kissed him chastely “i want you to take me. now.”

and with that said he practically dragged you to the trunk of his car, the van that his mom gave him for his birthday that he’d always say would come in handy. well it didnt.

he closed the double door and pinned you against the carpeted floor. “tisk tisk tisk, what if stan saw you right now” you fought against his hands, his words lethal to your ears “begging for me. begging to be my slut.” you avoided eye contact has he took your chin in is fingers “say it.”

“im your slut” you whimpered, his hot breath hitting your skin. “look at me when you say it” you look at him and cry “im youre little slut richie” he lets out an animalistic growl as his lips began to violate your neck, the sensation of his tongue making your brain go fuzzy.

he sheds off his button up as you take off stans sweater. his pupils grow as he sees more and more of your skin “i knew stan was lucky” richie awed. his mouth went on. yours once more, deepening the kiss as he pulled down his pants. he lifted up your skirt and pulled your panties to the side one last time. 

“magic words princess” “please richie” his cock filled you up entirely, didnt waste a moment. he rolled you both do you were riding him, you bounced and his hands felt you all over. his mouth hung open at the view,  your pornographic moans filled the mini fan and man was it a sight.

“taking my fucking dick so well huh? bet stan cant fuck you like me” you huff and cry, drunk off his length and his awful words. his wanted to look at him wrecking your woman hood, but he couldnt take his eyes off your face. gorgeous he thought has he watched your face contorted in pleasure, your mouth open and filling his ears with noises he’ll never forget.

you felt him hitting the edge of your cervix, it stung, but it was the good kind of pain. he was bigger than stan. so much bigger. little fucks and oh gods left your lips, richie pulled you closer just to hear them better. “fuck- you fucking love my cock dont you y/n jesus chris- your mine to use now.” you felt his hips stutter, his own words making him come closer to his realise. “yes richie, yours to use, yours to fuck” you moaned, your pace speed up.

“holy fuck y/n oh my fuck oh my fuuuck” his hips snapped, and he filled you up with his cum. he worked your clit and soon, you came toppling right after him. you breathed heavily, the car windows began to unfog. 

“youre a pretty decent fuck, toizer” you laughed, flipped back on stans sweatshirt and combing your fingers through your hair. “not so bad yourself” he said, the way he said it made you think that this all meant more.

“ i feel like there's something unsaid” you put your hand on his leg. he looked down at it and then back up at you “fuck y/n- just fuck- i want to be with you.” 

your eyes widened. hook up, yeah sure richies good for that, but boyfriend? “i thought this was just to fuck richie damn, i didnt know you meant it like that.” he zipped up his pants and kissed you again “you cant tell me we dont make an excellent pair. i mean fuck y/n youre the ying to my yang or whatever.”

your brows furrowed and he spoke once more “we have chemistry, and you cant deny it. youre the good girl, im the trouble maker. were both hot, and we can both get each other off like no one else can. youre the best girl ive ever know, im jealous of that bastard stan. he’s nice, but he doesnt give you what you need. i can do that.”

you knew he was right, but fuck, whats that going to look like to your friends? plus, youre crazy about stan.

“its not that simple rich-” “BUT IT CAN BE!”

you sat there, and he did too. in silence. 

“just be with me” he muttered, “you know we cant” you kissed his cheek and he pulled away “then get the fuck out.” you looked at him and shook your head in confusion “richie, i-” “didnt you hear me y/n? i said get out.”

fuck, you fucked up. you got out of his car and began to walk home. contemplating what the hell you should do.

on one had; you have a super sweet, awesome boyfriend who hasn't even done anything to hurt anyone, who loves you, and would do anything to see you smile.