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You met Bill when you were around 16 since the two of you had a few classes together. But his reputation was always horrid, he was known as weird, along with his three other friends who call themselves the Eltingville club, but the two of you had fallen in love, which Bill took a long, long time to process what it meant to love another person romantically.
In present time, you and Bill have been together for quite some time, and have grown quite close. Today, Bill wanted to take you to Comic Con, as a date.
You were at home getting ready, putting on the Batman shirt that he lent to you a while back but you had never returned it. You felt your phone in your pocket buzz, guessing that it was probably Bill hurrying you to come out and get in the car.
The message read; hey babe, I just parked outside, you ready?
You texted back saying you were coming down as you walked down the stairs, walking through the front door and seeing Bill's busted up car outside, waiting for you.
You shuffled over to his car, opening the passenger seat before sitting down and closing the car door.
"Hey babe." He said, putting a hand on your thigh before starting the car
"Hey, how long is this comic con thing?" You asked as he started to drive away from the house.
"All day. What, already wanna go back home, sweetie?" He chuckled, patting your thigh.
"Shut up." You mumbled, putting a hand over his own.
The drive wasn't that long, Bill was quiet for most of it but he occasionally let out some snarky comments or Marvel Trivia, whatever he felt like at the time. At the actual convention, the place was crowded. Full of cosplayers, voice actors signing autographs on single issue comics, and other dumb shit.
Bill held onto your hand, squeezing it lightly before walking towards a table with a bunch of single issues on it, the vender sipping at a coffee and reading a comic of his own, a man around his late 30's.
"Babe, look at this one! They got a bunch of Captain America issues, and they're cheap!" You always enjoyed seeing Bill get so giddy over a bunch of dumb comic books that had an audience of mainly children, then the others would just be grown men around his age (incels you would call them, not Bill though, you already took the guy's virginity a while ago.).
"Bill, once you're done here, I need to head to the bathroom, okay?" He nodded, not looking at you but only at the comic that he cared oh so much about. He flipped through the pages as you waited on him, his free hand holding yours tightly.
He finished looking at the comics, committing theft and taking a few for himself before taking you over to the restrooms, but he was leading you to the family bathroom.
"The women's bathroom is right there, Bill." You said, but he just laughed under his breath.
"Naive. This bathroom's bigger, sweet." He convinced you to follow him inside the bathroom, which it wasn't all that clean, quite dirty along with a smudged mirror and some paper towels on the floor.
"I bet you the women's bathroom is much cleaner."
"Probably. But I can get a better angle out of you in this bathroom." He pushed you against the counter, making you face the mirror.
"B-Bill, are you fucking serious? At comic con?!" You complained before he put a hand over your mouth, his other hand on your waist.
"Always a little fantasy of mine. Don't wanna get caught, yeah? Just quiet down a little." You could hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt before his pants fell to the floor, his Superman boxers on display.
"Superman? Really?"
"You said you liked these ones, fuck you."
"I said that to make you happy."
"Should've known. Arch your back a little more for me." You obliged, your back arching more and your ass closer to his lower half, his bulge obvious in the fabric of his boxers.
He pulled his boxers down, his cock springing out and hitting your ass, making him groan. He pulled your shorts down as well, your underwear on display for him as he slapped your ass, making it vibrate. You winced at the sting, his hand rubbing over the area to soothe it.
"You got it, it's alright." He muttered, spreading your ass cheeks and getting his eyes onto your pussy, your folds wet. He slid his finger across it, gathering the wetness onto his fingers and bringing it to your lips.
"Open." He mumbled, feeling your mouth take his index and middle finger in, your tongue swiping over them. You moaned around them, sucking on them.
"Good girl. Now, don't be loud alright? Doesn't mean be completely quiet though, I still wanna hear some whines, baby." He said before pushing his tip inside, his cock pulsing as it slid deeper and deeper in.
"Fuck, Bill.." you muttered, looking at yourself in the mirror, face flushed and his chin resting on your shoulder as his cock moved deeper inside you before he bottomed out.
"There you go, you can take it." He chimed before slowly thrusting into you, his hips moving against your ass. His pace was gentle at first before it started to get more aggressive, his hips started to slam against your ass, making a loud, wet noise every time it hit. You whined, his hand moving to slap your ass again.
"Look in the mirror, look at yourself. Fucking slut." He changed angles, finally hitting your g-spot as you moaned, gripping onto the sides of the sink. He pulled at your hair, making you look up at him.
"Who's slut are you? Huh?" He asked, the shaft of his cock dragging along your walls, his tip hitting your cervix over and over.
"Y-Yours.." you mumbled, letting out a whine after answering. You felt yourself slipping towards the edge, your orgasm that was about to occur any time soon.
"Fuck, Bill, you're perverted for this." You whined, your mind cloudy and only thinking about taking Bill's cock. You finally came, clenching around his cock as your cum covered his shaft.
"I know baby, I know. Just take it. You don't need to think, stay dumb for me." He thrusted a few more times before his cum spilled inside you, filling your insides. "There you go. Took it so well, yeah? You look messy, baby. Clean up."
"You better help me like a gentlemen, Bill."
"Yeah, yeah. My mom would fuckin' kill me if I didn't take care of what's mine."