so into you
it is, you think, the bane of your fucking existence to not have a car.
you hate it, really, because it means you have to rely on your friends for transportation essentially wherever you go. not that that means much in derry, since the town is so small you could walk the entire length of it in a couple of hours, but still. the principle of it sucks.
by some twist of fate, it ends up being that the only loser among you with a car is stan. billβs parents donβt care enough, and mike and eddieβs parents just donβt want them driving, and bev and benβs parents canβt afford it. then thereβs richie, whose parents just donβt trust him with a car. which is fair, truly, but it means that when the eight of you go somewhere, you all have to squish into stanβs tiny minivan.
you huff to yourself now, your arms folded over your chest just outside of stanβs car. youβre all on your way to a party and you have to get creative with seating. eddie and bev have already squirmed their way into the front seat, leaving you to fend for yourself with the boys in the back.
βthereβs no way weβre all going to fit,β you growl, annoyed. four boys, all broad-shouldered and big? no way.
stan rolls his eyes at you, twirling his keys on his fingers. βi canβt just magically make the car bigger, (y/n). suck it up.β
βyou could lay across our laps?β ben offers, giving you a sweet smile.
it sounds like a good idea, but you shake your head, biting your lip. βiβll never fit. thank you, though.β
bev pops her head out of the passenger window, smirking at you. you can already tell youβre going to hate whatever it is she has to say. βiβm sure one of the boys would be honored to have you sit in their laps,β she grins, winking at you.
you glare at her, trying to convey your fury with just your eyes. first she abandons you for the front seat, and now she has this awful plan? when she knowsyour feelings for richie?
stan climbs into the driverβs seat, throwing you a shrug. heβs not even sympathetic to your plight. βpick an option and letβs go. i want to get drunk.β
you glance at richie, finding him already looking back at you with a gleam in his eyes. heβs sitting on the edge of the backseat, one long leg thrown out of the car, knees spread as wide as they can go in the tight confines between him and bill. he raises an eyebrow at you, patting his thigh with a leer thatβs almost too convincing.
βwell, toots?β he simpers, sticking his tongue between his teeth. itβs unfairly cute. βyour seat is waiting.β
youβre torn between annoyance and happiness. you canβt really believe this is your life so you take a deep breath, roll your eyes, and say, βbeep beep, asshole,β as you clamber into the tiny space.
itβs even more cramped than you were expecting, you and richie shoved right up against the door. the passenger seat is moved up as much as it really can be and itβs still uncomfortably close to you. youβre dreading this ten minute drive more and more as you carefully perch yourself on richieβs knees. youβre terrified of crushing him or him thinking youβre too heavy, planting your feet in between his to try and take some of your weight even if it makes your thighs burn after only a few seconds.
richie huffs a soft laugh behind you, his arm snaking around your waist. βrelax, doll,β he murmurs, his voice almost lost in the chaos of the other losers around you. βitβs just me.β
before you can stop him, he drags you back into his chest, seating you firmly on his lap. you squeak, digging your nails into the passenger headrest. he laughs again, his chest shifting against your back, and the sound of it is warm in your ear.
youβre hyper-aware of everywhere you and richie touch as the car speeds along. you and richie have always been touchy, but thisβ¦ this is something else entirely. his chest is a long line of heat down your spine, his hands anchored on your hips. heβs so close you can smell his cologne and the hint of smoke on his clothes; it is, as always, a surprisingly pleasant scent. his breath brushes the back of your neck, spreading goose flesh down your arms and legs. everywhere he touches feels like itβs on fire.
you hold your breath, hoping he wonβt notice the heat pooling in your gut and the pounding of your heartbeat.
just as youβre beginning to relax, sinking back into the protective curve of his body, stan drives over a pothole. the jerk of the car shoves your ass back into the cradle of his pelvis, grinding richieβs hips into you.
heβs already hard.
you freeze, your breath stuttering out of you. behind you, richie goes still. his hands tighten around your hips, a muffled whine spilling against your ear. he gasps an apology, shifting his hips away from you as much as he can, but your hand flashes down to thread through his.
your mind is racing, cycling over every time richie has ever flirted with you. youβd always dismissed it, never trying to let yourself get your hopes up, but hereβs some very obvious proof. now itβs your turn.
you squeeze his hand. tentatively, he squeezes yours back.
you let yourself relax back into his chest, pressing your shoulders back against his collarbone. his chin scrapes against your neck, the faint stubble there making you shiver. you can feel his mouth opening, probably to ask if youβre alright, but you cut him off when you give a very pointed grind down.
he gives a strangled groan, louder than he meant to, and he poorly covers it up with a cough. mike and ben glance at him, their eyebrows furrowed, but they shrug and look away when richie offers them a weak smile.
you smirk to yourself and shift your hips, dragging them over richieβs dick in a way that spreads fire through your own veins. his hands spasm on your hips, his forehead pressing into your shoulder, and you are the only one to hear the whimper he lets out.
β(y/n),β he breathes, his voice shaky, and your gut clenches in reaction.
the rest of the car ride is spent like that, you moving your hips and richie doing his best not to fall apart. neither of you have the time to really get things going, because stanβs pulling up to the party and throwing the car in park not a minute later.
richie stiffens. you can almost hear his brain turning, because if you get up it will be extremely obvious he has a boner, and even if the losers have a teasing relationship this isnβt something he wants to be teased for. lucky for him, you have no intention of really getting up.
you catch bevβs eyes as she climbs out and flash her a wink.
βhey stan?β you call, pitching your voice as small and innocent as you can.
stan twists in the driverβs seat to look at you, arching an eyebrow. βwhat is it, (y/n)?β
you pull your acting chops out, swallowing as nervously as you can and playing with your fingers. βis it okay if i stay here for just a couple of minutes? i uh, i just need a breather before i come into the party.β
stan nods, giving you a smile. βyeah of course, iβll give you my keys so you can lock it afterwards.β
you reach forward, grinding your ass down on richie as you grab for stanβs keys. βthank you, stan. iβll take good care of it.β
you donβt think youβre imagining the way richieβs breath stutters when you say that. you grin to yourself. youβre going to make him fall apart for you.
βdo you need somebody to stay with you?β bev asks, poorly disguising the smirk on her face. you glance at her, putting on a show of biting your lip and shrugging. so far, no one has questioned why youβre still on richieβs lap.
βiβd hate to inconvenience anyone,β you say, shrugging your shoulders again.
richieβs chest presses harder into your back, his chin digging into your shoulder. βiβll stay with you,β he breathes, loud enough for the losers to hear but quiet enough that they cannot tell the way his voice shakes. βif thatβs okay with you.β
youβre both laying it on a little thick and you can see the way bill looks suspicious, so you just melt into richieβs lap and hope you donβt look as keyed up as you feel. βthanks, rich. weβll be in in a little bit, donβt worry about us.β
bev grins at you, giving you a subtle thumbs up that you copy before the rest of the losers pile out of the car and into the house. you wait until the door slams shut behind stan before you twist in richieβs lap, straddling him.
βyouβre playing with fire, doll,β he murmurs, pulling you in so your clothed core grinds directly over the bulge in his jeans.
you grin, threading your fingers into his hair and leaning close enough that your lips brush his. distantly, you are in awe of yourself for being this composed in the face of this happening with your long-time crush. βi can stop if you want.β
richie growls, one hand slipping to cup your ass. he squeezes, hard, drawing a whimper from your lips. βi never said that.β
he kisses you before you can respond, deep and searching from the very beginning. his hands pull you tighter against him until you arenβt certain where you end and he begins. his hips roll up into you, his grip on your ass tugging you down to meet his thrusts, and the coil in your stomach winds tighter.
βcan i touch you?β you gasp against his mouth, your nails catching against his scalp. βplease rich, wanna touch you.β
βfuck yeah you can, baby,β he groans, nudging you up on your knees so he can unbuckle his belt and shove his jeans and underwear down his thighs.
and you meant to get right into it, truly you did, but holy fuck. his cock is huge. you reach to trail your fingertips up the side, in awe when it twitches against his belly. you nearly whimper when you can barely close your hand all the way around it. youβve never considered yourself a size queen before but goddamn if he isnβt going to turn you into one.
he hisses through his teeth when you drag your fist down to the very base of his cock and then back up, his head falling back against the seat. you let go and bring your hand up to your mouth, spitting crudely before you grip his dick again. this time, the slide is wetter and dirtier and his moan is high-pitched.
you jack him again, slower, kissing at his throat. itβs an awkward angle, you perched over his thighs as you are, but you arenβt about to move, your wrist be damned.
βiβm not gonna last long,β he rasps, his breath hitching when you swipe your thumb over his head. βyour little stunt in the car nearly made me blow my load already.β
you roll your eyes even as your skin prickles with the knowledge that youmade him like this. βdidnβt see you complaining, dick.β
he grins, his cheek dimpling before he moans again. your hand twists, your wrist flicking a little on your stroke back up, and his hips jerk up into the feeling. his hands slide down to dig into your thighs, his teeth catching on his bottom lip.
you want to tease him. you want to draw this out and maybe get him between your thighs for real, but as it stands you donβt have much time before someone is going to come looking for you. so you tighten your grip, let your hand pump hard and fast, and watch this beautiful boy fall apart under your touch.
his cheeks go red, his wild hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. he sounds like sin, his deep voice breaking in little moans and whimpers. you feel absolutely fucking powerfulto have this boy at your mercy like this when normally he walks like heβs a god.
βfuck,β he whines, his back arching off of the seat behind him. βfuck, canβt believe this is happening, holy shit. been wanting to do this for forever.β
your cheeks pink at the confession, a different kind of warmth building in your chest. you canβt help but kiss him, quick and a little dirty, your fist flying in between you.
he keeps babbling when you pull away. βyou feel so fucking good (y/n), fuck. i wanna kiss you all over, wanna spread you out and take my time with you. god, i wanna fuck you so bad, baby, next time iβm gonna make you scream.β
you feel a little breathless, your gut clenching at how wrecked he sounds. you want everything he wants but still, you try to keep your voice as cocky as you can when you say, βgood to know you donβt stop talking even during sex.β
his smirk is shaky at best, his mouth opening to retort. you cut him off with another flick of your wrist, a gasp falling from his pretty lips and his eyes rolling back in his head. his moans get more and more broken the closer he gets, his shoulders going tense and his thighs shaking underneath you.
βcome for me, baby,β you whisper, tightening your grip even more. he chokes. βlet me see how good i make you feel.β with your free hand, you reach down to carefully cup his balls.
he fractures. his hips jerk into your grip and his cock pulses into your palm, a long drawn out moan trailing into a whine when you draw him in to kiss it out of his mouth. his chest is heaving, the red flush on his cheeks trailing down his neck to his collarbone. the windows and his glasses are fogged.
youβre silent as you let him calm down, kissing his cheek and the bridge of his nose and his jaw. when his breathing is back under control, he grins at you, his thumb rubbing circles on your thigh.
βthat was fucking spectacular,β he tells you, goofily, his grin broadening when it makes you giggle.
you hit at his shoulder, stretching over to where stan keeps napkins and hand sanitizer in the center console. you squeak when richieβs hands slide around to grip your ass, glaring at him as you clean your hand off.
his face is open and happy when you turn to him next, his eyes gleaming. βthis mean youβre finally gonna be my girl?β
you narrow your eyes at him. βthe hell do you mean finally, tozier?β
he rolls his eyes, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest to kiss you. βiβve only been flirting with you for yearsnow, doll.β
βyou flirt with everyone!β you argue, poking at his stomach. he laughs, making you poke him again. βyou flirt with fucking stan, asshole!β
he shrugs, the corner of his mouth curling up. βwhat can i say, stanβs a cutie.β he kisses your nose. βnot as cute as you, though.β
that same warmth as before floods your veins, your annoyance melting into happiness. you duck your head into his shoulder, feeling him press a kiss to your temple.
βwe should probably get in there,β you mumble into his shirt, reluctantly pulling away from him. βtheyβre going to come looking for us soon.β
βshame, really,β he says, tugging his pants back up and buckling his belt. βwanted to return the favor.β
your gut clenches when he winks, leaning forward to kiss you again. you smile at him, opening the door and sliding off of him into the chilly evening air. he climbs out after you, sliding an arm around your waist and tugging you into his side to press his lips to yours again, one two three times. you giggle and push him away to turn and lock stanβs car.
once inside, you make a beeline for the losers, richieβs arm around your shoulder. you feel electric, high on the kiss of the boy next to you, and even bevβs knowing smirk isnβt enough to dampen your spirits. richie surprisingly doesnβt make any jokes about what happened, just kisses your cheek and your temple over and over, keeping an arm around you the entire time. youβre pretty certain youβve gotten away with it, until billβs eyes narrow down at your shirt.
βis th-that f-f-fucking j-jizz?β
