#rickdaltonxreader

Cliff Booth x Reader (female)

𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃

Warnings: Sex, alcohol, age gap (though legal of course) bad language, unprotected sex, oral (fem)

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It was a day like no other. You were laying on your stomach, on the cold tile floor, watching the television. It was one of the newest models available, thanks to your older brother Rick Dalton.

Your parents didn’t make much of an effort with you, so when possible you’d come out to stay with Rick. You were now 21, free of your parents and out in your brothers big LA house for the summer.

You didn’t mind one bit that you were stuck here. You had unlimited food, alcohol, money to buy things with, oh yeah, and Cliff booth.

The man was like walking porn. He’d been working with your brother for years now, but you didn’t now him very well until about two months ago.

Though your friendship like acquaintance didn’t last all that long. Both of you clearly being attracted to each other, and Rick being gone during the day while Cliff fixed things around the house had left to one thing. Sex, sex and sex.

So here you were, slightly bored, sipping your iced margarita as you watched a show from the late fifties on the television.

You turned your head to the door when you heard the usual creak signalling it was being opened. Though your heart began to race when you were met with the sight of Cliff.

He sighed, taking off his glasses and wiping his forehead from the Los Angeles heat. “Hey princess” he spoke in his country accent.

“Hey” you smiled, looking up at him from where you were layed down on your stomach on the floor. It was your favourite spot when you got too warm. The tiles cooled you down quickly.

“Rick gone filming for the day?” You asked him, your eyes wide as you stared at the man. He was wearing a shirt, only buttoned on three buttons, and his signature boots and jeans. A typical outfit for the late 60s.

“He sure is, I’m going to fix that antenna on your roof now if that’s all good with you” He asked, a half smirk resting lazily on his face.

You just smirked up at him, your bare feet crossing against each other “No, I don’t mind” You spoke sweetly.

He looked you up and down, knowing damn well you were teasing him “Well alright then” he nodded before heading outside.

You huffed, already missing his presence, left with a feeling of need in your lower body. You eventually got up, your white micro mini dress barely hiding anything, but hey, it was the 60s, so you got away with wearing it.

You grabbed a beer from the fridge, humming a tune to yourself as you walked outside, opening Ricks sliding doors to the pool, walking along it until you saw Cliff nearby the tool shed.

“I brought you a beer, it’s mighty hot out here today” you spoke, handing him the beer which he took gratefully with no complaints.

“Thank you sweetheart” he said before shamelessly checking you out, your short little dress leaving little to the imagination.

“Cliff booth are you checking me out?” You asked in a teasing voice, though making no effort to try and conceal yourself.

“Me? Do such a thing? Never” he smirked, stepping closer to you, so much so that your noses were almost touching.

“My apologies then” your country accent deeply evident as you spoke teasingly to the older man.

With no other words he leaned down connecting the minimal amount of space left between the two of you. One of his hands went behind your neck, tangling in your hair. While the other rested on your lower back, so low the bottom of it was touching your ass.

You moaned softly into the kiss, your arms circling around his neck as his tongue slid into your mouth, his other hand moving to your ass as well as he slowly backed you into the shed.

While the kissing continued and his hands began to wander you sighed, as he kissed down your neck “You plan on doing me in a shed Cliff?” You asked, you’d always been a bit of a brat.

“You got a better idea? And what would we say if for some reason Rick got home early and found me screwing you on his couch, better yet his bed?” He questioned while kissing you on the lips again, them now swollen.

“It’ll do I suppose, though these shelves aren’t exactly comfy” You complained as he sat you on one, his hands removing your underwear as you complained to him.

“My deepest apologies” He smirked before diving his head between your legs which now had no barrier to your sex. His tongue working magic making you squeal and moan loudly for all nearby to hear.

Your legs spread for him, a hand coming to rest on his messy blonde hair as he slipped his tongue in and out of your pussy “Apology excepted” You sighed in pleasure.

Cliff said something else, probably teasing you, though his words were muffled and only sent vibrations through you, intensifying the pleasure even more, making you arch your back, pressing yourself into his face even more.

One of your hands gripped the shelf as he continued his work, one of his hands resting on your thigh, your legs resting on his shoulders. You began squirming when you felt your orgasm begin to build up. However before you could reach it he pulled away.

As you began to give out to him, complaining like you always did he just hoisted your dress up “Yeah, yeah, quit your complaining” He spoke in a raspy voice as his hands pulled you closer by your waist.

“I never complain” You spoke, watching him as he unbuckled his jeans. He laughed when you said that, looking back up at you.

“That’s bout the funniest thing I’ve heard all well” He said, making you pout at him, not intentionally so.

“You’re being mean” you said in a pissy tone, only making his smirk widen. He then entered you with no warning making you grasp onto him tightly from the sensation.

You moaned, feeling him rock his body against yours, your arms wrapping around his neck as he kissed down your own, making you mewl like an animal.

Your hips rolled against his, and as you both fucked in the shed things fell off the shelf he had sat you own, not that you cared or really noticed. As well as the wood creaking.

You felt the familiar pressure build up again in your lower tummy making you squirm. You unintentionally pulled him closer to you, and he connected your lips into a heated kiss. You moaned into it, he’d always made you feel good. The other two boys you’d been with before never compared.

Just then you came, shuddering from the pleasure, which only worsened when you felt him come inside you. Though feeling very forbidden and dangerous, perhaps that’s what turned you on.

As you both breathed heavily he sighed, placing a now softer kiss on your forehead as your eyes eventually opened. “Feeling less bratty?” He asked her.

“I was until you said that” you said with a playful glare as he lifted you easily off the shelf, pulling your dress back down.

“Sorry to hear that” he said, as he wiped the dust off your upper thighs, trying to hide all evidence, and boy would he never hear the end of it if he got her dress dirty.

“Guess I better leave you to your work, stunt man” you said eventually stepping forward to go but he captured you in his arms before you escaped.

He connected your lips for the last time, a softer and more genuine one, you melted into it, placing a hand on his chest. When you pulled away you were smiling, and you picked up the beer he had out of the shelf.

“Here, stay hydrated Cliff” you smirked before walking out while he mumbled something under his breath with a smirk.