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Bill Dickey / Fem!reader (the Eltingville club)
1 bed trope / cliche af
Bill Dickey / Fem!reader (the Eltingville Club)
1 bed trope / cliche af
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As you climbed onto the spongy mattress, you felt a sense of what one could only describe as uncertainty.
You were on a road trip with a group of friends, Pete, Jerry, Josh, and Bill, and everyone decided it was time to stop and rest.
To keep it cheap, y'all decided to get 3 rooms so that two groups would double up and one would be alone.
Being the only girl on the trip should mean that you get your own room to sleep, but Jerry and Pete already called each other and having Josh and Bill in a room together would cause way more problems than if you just sucked it up and stayed with one of them.
Now, here you are
Laying on a shitty motel mattress, waiting for Bill to finish using the bathroom (and hopefully washing his hands) to turn off the lights for the night.
Just when you got as comfortable as you could on the cheap mattress, you heard the toilet flush and door open. He did not wash his hands.
Ew.
Bill walked out dressed in an old nerdy t-shirt and batman pajama pants.
"Alright, before I get in bed, we need to set some rules. Bunking with a female isn't ideal, but it's better than staying with... ugh Jos– "
"Alright, whatever, can I just turn the light out now," You wanted to spare yourself his long rant about Josh.
"Don't RUSH me, or I'll make you sleep outside. Hopefully it's trash night here, and they'll take you away with them." Bill crossed his arms.
"Mhm, yup." You finished a braid in your hair, not paying any mind to his rant.
"Hey. HEY!!" Bill tapped roughly on your forehead. "Are you even listening to me! God, why did we even invite a GIRL on the trip. Good for nothing."
"Excuse me? Good for nothing, I've driven this whole time! Plus I've bought us food like every night so far." You took a breath and decided to just calm down.
You were tired after all, and arguments with Bill were useless. You guys fight all the time over dumb things, but his favorite thing to mention is that you're a good for nothing girl. Personally, you like to come back at him and make fun of how much of a pathetic loser he is, but right now, you just didn't care enough.
Bill continued to scream at you until you just turned the lamp off and laid back down.
"HEY, I wasn't done speaking with you!"
"Well, I am. I'm tired as hell, and I'm not gonna listen to you repeating the same argument over n' over." Your eyes adjusted to the dark, and you looked at him. "Are you gonna get in bed, or what."
"Tch, whatever." Bill scoffed and crawled beside you and laid down a respectable distance away.
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After hours of tossing and turning in your sleep, you find yourself awake again and sweating.
Not only where you sweating, you also couldn't help but notice the fact that Bill Dickey has his arms wrapped around you and is spooning the fuck outta you.
You could feel your face heat up and a familiar heat pool in the pit of your stomach as you pushed up against him and felt a slight boner.
You've known Bill for a few years now and maybe had a tiny little crush on him, but nothing you'd actually go through with.
But now you were reconsidering that.
You looked back at him and he was actually kind of cute and peaceful looking when he isn't yelling at someone all the time.
Aside from that, you felt drawn in by his warmth and inched closer again.
"What the fuck.." You could feel Bill start to wake up and you were unsure of what to do so you tried to fake sleep.
"I know you're awake. Do you think I'm fucking dumb." He didn't move away, if anything his grip around you tightened.
"Tch, women.. Can't keep their hands off me." This was an obvious lie and you both know that.
"Well, you're the one who's clinging to me... seems like you're the one who can't keep your hands off" you teased back at him.
Just now fully realizing the situation he's in, you felt him tighten up because of how close you two are.
"We-well.. are you just gonna stay there or move and leave me alone." His voice faltered.
"Are you sure you don't want to continue?" you rolled over to face him and looked up with pleading eyes.
His voice hitched and he pulled you in.
He continued to press up against you and got harder by the second until you flipped you two over so you were now straddling his legs.
You went for his neck and waited a second until he gulped and nodded.
It was clearly his first time, and you wanted to make it memorable.
You started marking his neck up and felt him shudder and the new sensation.
You pulled away and looked into his eyes
"Ta-take off your shirt.." He seemed unsure of his statement.
"How do we ask." You say, purposefully patronizing him. "Puh puh."
"Please take off your shirt." His eyes darted away and his face got even redder than before.
"Only since you asked so nicely." You slipped off your shirt and could feel his stare.
"Take a picture. It'll last longer." You rolled your eyes and took his shirt off.
He continued staring at your chest and lifted his hand to feel the plushness of your flesh.
You decided to allow him and started to remove both your pants, so you're both left in just underwear.
You grinded on his bulge, and he let out a low whine, begging for more.
"If you're gonna wanna do this, then I'm teaching you properly." You spoke and looked at his needy face
"What do you mean..?" He looked completely clueless
You rolled your eyes at his stupid question. "I'm gonna teach you how to finger someone, dumbass."
You climbed off him, and he looked stunned, too focused on his own pleasure.
You pulled him over in front of you and pulled his hands down to your panties.
"Take them off." You spoke sternly.. too sternly
"Why should I." He crossed his arms, clearly trying to be difficult."I think you should beg for it."
"Tch, you think I'd beg for anything from you!" You crossed your arms as well "I don't NEED your help for this. You can just stay as a loser virgin, I guess."
He paused for a second, not expecting your resilience. "Wait, really."
"Yeah, really, why would I joke about that, I was trying to do YOU a favor." You were about to slip your shirt back on when he stopped you.
Staying silent, he looked unpleased and removed your panties.
"That's more like it." You looked smug and rested your hands at your side.
"How do I do this..." Bill mumbled, almost unintelligibly
"What was that, Bill Dickey asking for MY help?! What a day this is!" You are purposfuly poking fun at him.
"HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THIS!!" He yelled and was clearly embarrassed.
"Like this," you grabbed his fingers and moved them to your sweet spot, "just small circles for now."
He began to move his fingers, earning a silent moan from you. He continued the circles until you stopped him
"Now like this," you grabbed his fingers and made him run them up your slit, collecting all the wetness.
You positioned him to your hole and let go, "Now slowly put your finger in." He started with one finger at first. "And go in and out."
He continued to do this until you told him to add another.
Bill was now fully fingering you. Pumping his fingers in and out, he murmered, "I'm only doing this for me." He looked like he was trying so hard to be displeased, but it was obvious he was enjoying every second.
"Sure you are." You could feel yourself getting close so you stopped him. "I think you did well enough." He stopped and looked up, showing excitement.
He pulled out his fingers, and you started straddling him again. An obvious wet spot on his underwear made it obvious he didn't need any prepping.
You slipped off his underwear and took him in your hands, positioning him to your slit.
"Are you sure you want this?" You looked up at him, giving him a chance to back out.
"Why the hell would I back out after doing all that work." He looked at you like you were dumb but then you slammed down onto him.
He let out a loud moan that echoed throughout the room.
He covered his mouth immediately.
"As much as I'd love to hear your sounds, I'd rather not get a noise complaint." You sat there for a minute letting yourself adjust.
You got adjusted and lifted yourself up and bringing you back down, riding him painfully slow on purpose.
"Please speed up.." Bill looked down, embarrassed to ask such a pathetic question.
"I suppose, only since you asked so nicely." You patronized and started speeding up.
The sound of skin slapping reverberated through the room, and muffled moans and whimpers were covered up.
You felt yourself getting closer by the second until Bill pulled you in and hugged you tightly, finishing in you with no warning other than a loud, unfiltered moan.
Too focused on your own pleasure to scold him for finishing with no warning, you rode him until your orgasm came, leaving you shaking.
You rode out the rest of your high and then rested your head on his shoulder, with him still hugging you.
You pulled away from the hug to find a sleeping Bill, too tired to even clean up the mess.
You climbed off him and went and cleaned you two off, trying your hardest not to wake him.
You crawled into bed beside him and cuddled up closely against him.
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EXTRA!!!!
you woke up in the morning, early before Bill and got dressed.
You walk down to the breakfast area to find Josh, Pete, and Jerry all sat at a booth.
You sag next to Jerry with Pete and Josh on the other side.
"Where's Bill at?" Jerry looked at you and asked.
"Oh, he's still asleep." It was a long night for him. But you thought that last part to yourself.
A silence fell over everyone until Pete broke the ice
"Didn't know Bill was a bottom."
Your jaw fell, and Bill walked up with pride.
"So what are we talking about."
"How you're a massive bottom!" Josh pointed at him and laughed
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I lowk cooked
I feel like I mischarectorized him
rlly bad-
Not proof read / Lmk if there's mistakes or if smthings confusing, I wrote this at like 2 am
Guys, I swear I'll upload more!! I have like 5 things in my draft about to be posted
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