Uh this takes place in 2000

[ Y/n ]

I played with Richie's hair, focused on tv while he scrolled through his phone. "Hey babe?" I hummed and he set a stupid teen pop magazine down. "Am I... Do you think I'm ugly?"

"What?"

"Like... When we were teens I was really hot but then I just kinda... I don't know... But now I'm ugly."

I looked down and grabbed the magazine. On the cover there was a picture of him and I on our way to a pool party. In stupid bold letters it said 'Out of his league?! We say YES!!!'

I opened it up and Richie anxiously watched me read through it.

'Y/n L/n and her husband Richie Tozier were captured together before heading to Y/n's friend, also teen hit Britney Spears (see pg. 18 for exclusive interview on how Britney stays up to date with all the latest trends!) house for a pool party this Saturday! The question we all have is why are these two still together?! The young comedian may have caught her eye but no one expected them to stay together as he progressively became more and more unattractive. Several love songs have been written by boy bands and teen dream boys for the girl but she seems to only be interested in the 3/10 comedian who simply does NOT age well!'

"Richie you are not ugly." I looked at him and he sighed. "I don't know! People just say you're way out of my league and they're right. You are so beautiful! For fucks sake, you hang out with Paris fucking Hilton and Britney Spears and I'm... Richie stupid Tozier."

My heart broke and I made him look at me. "Chee, I don't think your ugly at all. Fuck what everyone else says. Okay? I thought you were hot when we were 18 and I think you're still hot now at 24. Plus, does it really matter? Even if you were the ugliest person on Earth I'd still love the shit out of you."

"I guess you're right..." He mumbled. I frowned and rested my forehead against his. "Hey... Richie, hey." He looked up at me and tried not to cry. "Richie-"

"God I'm just so fucking tired! Why am I so ugly?!"

"You're not ugly! Would I ever fuck an ugly person?!"

Richie looked over at me and we stared at each other for a moment before he aggressively kissed me. He pushed me down against the mattress and I lifted my hips so he could take my underwear off. He did and I reached down to grip his dick through his pajama pants. "Hhhhhaaaahhh fuck." He groaned. I tugged the waistband down and his erection sprang out.

Richie kissed me and aligned his dick with me. I bit my lip and stared at him. "Wait." I suddenly whispered. "What?! Why?"

"Say you're hot."

"You're hot."

"Not to me dumbass!"

"I'm hot..?"

"Say it confidently!"

"I'm hot!"

He thrust into me and I gasped. "Holy shit Rich." I moved my hands down and scratched his back as he thrusted into me. "Fuck..." I moaned. He grunted and groaned into the pillow while I held his back. "Richie!" He hugged my waist closer to him and I looked down at the tv. "Breaking news. Fashion designer Beverly Marsh announces an abrupt end-"

"Chee!" He sat up and I pointed at the tv. "What? She already told me about that. Ride me, my hips hurt." I rolled my eyes and pulled his pants down more so I could ride him. "I can't believe you could ever think that you're ugly..." I whispered as I ran my fingers over his chest. "Just ride me!" I rolled my eyes and got in his lap.

I aligned his dick with me and sat down. "Jesus fuuuuuuck." Richie smacked my ass and I gasped. He laughed and touched me through my bra. My phone starting ringing so I stopped and picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hey Y/n/n. It's Britney."

"Hey Brit. Richie and I were just talking about you and Paris. What's up?"

"What about Paris and I?"

"Just that we're the most iconic trio of the century... What's up Brit?"

"Do you wanna come over later and cook some cookies with this cool chick Kim and I?"

"Kim?"

"Kim Kardashian. Her daddy has big bills so she's all that apparently."

"Hm... Never heard of her. Anyways, I can't. I'm going to 'Chee's show tonight."

He took his glasses off to clean them off and I smiled at him.

"Oh. Okay, next time you'll make it up though, right?"

"Of course. See you later."

"Alright, bye!"

I hung up and tossed my phone to the side. "Oh is it my turn now?" Richie teased. "If you really want it to be..." He sat up and kissed my neck, making me squeal. "Come on Rich." I whined. He hummed and I took his glasses off. "Hey. I just cleaned those."

I rolled my hips and he quickly reached down and grabbed them. "I can't see you." He whined. "Shut it." I whispered, pushing him so he was laying down. Richie squinted at me and I kissed him. I started raising and dropping my hips and he moaned into my mouth. "God... Fuck." He thrusted upwards for a moment before cumming.

I sighed and leaned back as I edged myself for a moment. "Damnit Y/n just cum!" He thrusted harshly into me and I gasped, falling onto his chest and cumming. We both panted for a moment before I put his glasses back on him.

"Lesson?"

"I'm hot?"

"Good. Glad I didn't have to re-teach you."

"Wait I could've gotten another round?! What was the lesson again, I still think I'm ugly!"

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Richie and I stared at each other for a moment while he waited for his cue. "Ten. Nine. Eight."

"Love you 'Chee."

"Love you more. Thanks for letting me do the bit about you."

"Four. Three... Two... One."

Richie kissed me for a moment before walking onto stage. I sat down and watched as he waved and the crowd cheered for him. He laughed and stepped up to the mic. "Hey guys. I had sex today. How'd your day go? Bet you didn't bang anyone."

Jesus Christ.

The crowd laughed and he shook his head. "I can take my immaturity so far before my wife leaves me." He looked over at me and I smiled at him. "So... Speaking of my wife... We just had our five year anniversary. So that's pretty cool. Uh... I remember when we first got married the press was super freaked out because she was y'know, Y/n Y/l/n. She was this big teen pop star and she was a supermodel and then they turned to me and my resume and they were like hm... 19 year old dumbass who makes sex jokes. Seems like there's... No, there's a definite gap there."

The crowd laughed and my smile faded.

"Yeah it was... Scary. Really scary. Like just... Everything. I don't know. She says she loves me but again pop star and super model compared to dumbass who makes sex jokes."

"I like your sex jokes." I shouted. He looked back at me and laughed. "Did you guys hear that? Y/n said she likes my sex jokes."

There was more laughter and Richie pinched his nose as he tried to remember the next bit.

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