Bill Dickey sucking dick and he's absolutely TERRIBLE at it please🙏🙏
this is so real i've had this hc for so long. thank you astro🙏🙏🙏
obviously this is about epilogue bill because im normal 😭
You couldn't believe you'd managed to get him like this in the first place. It was already crazy enough that you'd gotten Bill Dickey, quite possibly the most insufferable case of toxic masculinity to ever roam this planet, to be in a relationship with you, a man. A man who was very much not one of the giggly, big-boobed, size-0-waisted "cosplay wenches" that Bill had always had wet dreams about.
It was even crazier that you had managed to get him on his knees, between your legs, trying his best to suck you off. He was failing miserably too. His teeth would sometimes graze over your cock, he gagged at the slightest movement, he was obviously trying to replicate the many, many shitty cosplay pornos he'd seen over the years, because his noises were downright cringe-worthy.
It's fun, kind of appealing even, to imagine making fun of him right now. To humiliate the man who was usually trying to humiliate everyone else, to tell him how awful he was at this. It was an attractive thought. But he'd probably pull away, flustered and calling you a bitch, and never do this again, or worse, maybe he'd just bite down. You wouldn't put it past him. You resigned instead to silently guiding him. One hand threaded through his hair and pulled his head off your cock. He stared up at you looking sedated, desperate, even. It was cute, in the weird, greasy, disgusting way that Bill was able to be cute to you.
Your free hand grabbed his from where it had landed on your hip, slowly wrapping his pudgy, calloused fingers around the base. No point in forcing him to take all of you when he obviously couldn't. "Gentler," you murmured as you pulled his chin in closer, back towards your aching length, twitching as his hot breath brushed against it. He swallowed and nodded before taking what he could back into his mouth, his movements less sloppy and uncoordinated this time. "That's it.." you praised, gazing down at him affectionately.
He still wasn't great at it. Barely even good. But he was improving for sure. And you had all the time in the world to teach him, over and over and over.