#it chapter 1

You stole his lighter from his back pocket.

He slammed your locker shut on your hand.

You keyed his dad’s truck.

He called you every slur under the sun.

You called him lonely.

And that one cut deep. You could tell by the way his eyes narrowed, like you’d hit something he didn’t want anyone seeing. And it all boiled over one sticky July afternoon behind the lumber yard. You were sitting on the edge of a rusted-out trailer, shirt off, smoking a cigarette like a delinquent in a coming-of-age film. And maybe you were a little theatrical about it, just to piss him off.

You heard his boots crunch gravel before you saw him.

“I should knock your fuckin’ teeth in.” Henry growled, stepping into the sun. You didn’t move. You just offered him the cigarette. “You tryin’ to get under my skin or somethin’?” he asked, not taking it.

You blew smoke out the side of your mouth. “Why? You think I haven’t already?”

He shoved you. Hard.

You hit the gravel with a grunt, palms scraped, lip bleeding. But you laughed again. You laughed like a man who wasn’t scared of monsters anymore, not even the kind that wore human skin.

Henry stood over you seething. “You’re so fuckin’—”

“Say it.” you dared, staring up at him from the ground.

He didn’t say it.

He kissed you.

It was violent and clumsy and full of teeth. When he pulled away, he looked almost afraid of you or maybe of what he’d just done. “You tell anyone, I’ll kill you.” he muttered, backing up fast like a dog that just bit its owner.

“And what do I get?" you asked, wiping your lip with the back of your hand, smirking through the taste of iron and ash. “For keeping your little secret.”

Henry froze.

Your voice was too steady, too calm, like you’d been expecting this. Like you’d wanted him to snap. That cocky little smirk on your face lit a fuse under his skin.

“What?” he barked, fists clenched, chest heaving. “What the hell are you talkin’ about?”

You stood slowly, brushing dust and gravel off your jeans. The cut on your lip throbbed, but you welcomed the sting. It made this real. 

“I mean,” you said, cocking your head, “you get to play monster. Threaten me. Pretend that didn’t mean anything. But what do I get?”

Henry’s face twisted like he’d bitten into something sour. “You wanna get paid for a kiss, sweetheart?”

You stepped forward until you were toe to toe again. “I want honesty.” He scoffed, eyes darting away like you were a spotlight he couldn’t bear to stand in. “I want a reason you looked scared shitless after you kissed me.”

“I wasn’t scared.” he snapped, too fast.

You smiled wider. “Then why’d you run, Bowers?”

He shoved you again, but it wasn’t like before. There was no heat behind it. No fury. Just desperation. A kneejerk reaction to the storm you were kicking up inside him. “I’m not like you. I don’t want this. I don’t want you.”

“Funny because your mouth told me a different story."

“Shut up. Just shut the fuck up.”

But you didn’t. Because for the first time in your life, you had Henry Bowers cornered. “Make me.”

He snapped.

He grabbed your face and kissed you again. Harder this time, rough hands framing your jaw like he didn’t know whether to hold you or crush you. His breath was ragged, his whole body tense like he hated himself with every second that passed but couldn’t pull away.

When you pulled back, both of you were panting. “I hate you.” he said, voice cracking.

BRRRING, BRRRINGG, BRRRRRRINGGGGG

there it goes again that damn phone, you were currently sat on some cold cobble, the clown- Pennywise was taking their sweet ass time at lapping up your juices, every time that damn phone ringed their grip on your thighs tightened.

"Ca-can you touch me already?" you asked, breath shakey.

they giggled, head twitching as the little bells jingled.

red painted mouth dripping with saliva slowly grazing your plush folds, slowly they drew out one long lick with their tongue, you squeaked at the contact.

"Ahh~ you taste so goooood ♡"

they ate you out like it was their laste meal, the sound of wetness and sucking filled the air, you ground yourself against them nose pressed into your pubic bone.

soon they plunged their tongue into you further and further, and further.

you threw your head back moaning as the creatures tongue lengthened inside you, it was thick, wet and just euphoric, their gloved hands soon tore and sharp nails grew out of them digging into your thighs.

"H-hey, you can, s-slow down" you whispered tangling your hand in their auburn hair- they didnt slow down.

you literally felt like you were being devoured, tongue prodding into you cervix as if trying to break through, teeth grazing and nipping at your folds and clit.

"Ugh-ahhh~" you moaned out loudly feeling yourself about to release...

BRRRING, BRRRINGG, BRRRRRRINGGGGG

Pennywise stopped, dragging their tongue out of you slowly, clearly unimpressed.

"Pick. Up. The. Phone" they stared.

you grabbed the phone answering to Ritchie, muffled shouts blaring from the phone as Pennywise grabbed you flipping you, forearms knelt to the ground and ass up.

"I-Im sorry Rit-"

"No you're not sorry you bitch, you did this on purpose to make me look bad"

you sigh as regret somewhat started to build until- Pennywise slowly pushed their girth into you, it was dark, looked like a mix between alien and human, covered with ribs and bumps.

you covered your mouth hiding the moan that was about to escape, the stretch was painful, they were bigger than any other human, you slowly rocked yourself back and fourth on their cock to get used to the size, but nothing would prepare you for when they met your bounces. they gripped your plush hips bouncing into you at a reasonable pace to start, as if not to disturb the phone call.

Ritchie started bitching about how bad you make him look towards his friends, followed by further insults and that how he fucks you better than anyone- thats funny, because hes never fucked you.

"You- you dick, we- ahh, never- fuck, liar" you manage as Pennywise still pumps themselves into you.

Ritchie is quiet for a second before continuing to talk about how big his dick is and how everyone at work wants him- oh and how you'll never find someone as great as him.

you assumed in that moment he had company, he always tried to big himself up in front of his friends, pretty much all of them said you were wayyyy out of his league and he was not good enough for you.

Pennywise also knew this, perks of being a maternal creature i guess, they were very caring towards you however things got kinda confusing when they told you about what they are and who they are.

however when they were ploughing themselves into you, the thought of Ritchie never crossed your mind.

"F-fuck!~" you scream, Pennywise had fucked themselves into you so hard that they reach past your cervix, the small tight entrance fully accepting them.

"Aheh~ that feels, good~" they groaned out.

"What, what the fuck, who is that?!" Ritchie screams from the phone that is now scattered in the dirt of the sewer.

you couldn't care less about what Ritchie had to say, or even explaining yourself.

Pennywise gripped you by the back of the throat, this was unusual, usually they only do things to please you and sometimes themselves- that be rough or slow and intimate. their cosmic cock bullying itself deeper into your cervix, drool and sweat dripping its way onto your naked back, staining your hiked up dress.

"W-wait, what're-" you whispered.

both hands now strangling you, pleasure and pain washing over you squirting all over their cock dripping down onto the floor, your pussy clenching so much around their hardened girth. you began to felt weird, really weird, Pennywise was starting to make some strange groans and moans, were they cumming? no they dont do that, never have done that unless you were sucking them off and they had to conjure up some way to spunk on your face.

their grip on you wavers, their chest pressed against your back as they hold you tightly, biting down on your exposed shoulder now slamming into you at an ungodly pace, ramming into the deepest and gummiest parts of your pussy.

suddenly you feel a warm strange feeling deep in your abdomen, something that feels to be swishing around, and then they latch off you, pulling their cosmic cock from your uterus and out of your pussy.

you lay there for a moment shaking, pussy clenching around nothing at the loss of contact, your juices leaking onto the cold hard floor.

"What- what did you do?" you question the clown.

"Your body, it belongs to me now" they say in that stupid tone they always have, as if acting dumb.

you look down seeing your abdomen churn however it doesn't bring pain, instead it brings an intense pleasure as if your needy for more.

Pennywise smiles sadistically.

"You survived? good, now you stay here" Pennywise rushes off into the darkness, you assume to bring or show you something, you turn to the left of you and see the call still active.

"WAS THAT THE FUCKING CLOWN?!"