A gentle tug on your earring made you turn around, it was a habit you'd hoped Richie would grow out of but that's what you get for hoping right?

A finger looped through one of the mid-sized hoop earrings you wore, tugging ever-so-gently to get your attention, like how a kid would tug on their parents sleeve.

"I thought I told you to stop wearin' these around me peach?" another small tug.

Arms around your waist from behind, the clink of metal against teeth as he pulled softly at the earrings twin with his teeth.

"They look too good on you," he hummed, "s'not fair, baby. Got me whipped and y'ain't even trying," he grinned against your neck.