The Eltingville Club Stories AU!s - +18!TW 💦 (lemons, one shots, etc) ENG/ESP

In for it pt.2 | Bill x reader (𝗘𝗡𝗚) ♡

🪞 / 'Ur Pronouns : (POV) !! - MODIFICATED CHARACTER!soft personality

After Bill admitted his feelings for you, the atmosphere between you two changed. Now, the tension is palpable, and both of you are sitting on the bed, closer than before, trying to process what just happened.
Bill Dickey: (Staring at you intently, his expression a mix of defiance and vulnerability) You know... I'm not usually this soft. It drives me crazy that you're the only one who can make me lower my guard.

Y/N: (Smiling softly, trying not to break the moment) I don't think that's a bad thing. We all need someone we can be ourselves with.

Bill Dickey: (Softening his posture a bit, his eyes never leaving yours) Yeah, well... I wasn't looking to be myself. It's easier being an asshole, you know?

(There's a brief but loaded silence. Bill seems to be wrestling with himself, his gaze dropping to your lips before meeting your eyes again.)

Y/N: (Feeling nervous but determined, you lean in a little closer to him) Bill... You don't have to fight this.

Bill Dickey: (His eyes narrow slightly, as if he's making an important decision) You know what? Maybe you're right, for once.

(He leans towards you, his hand moving almost unconsciously to your cheek. There's a moment of hesitation, as if he still can't believe what he's about to do, but then the decision is made, and there's no turning back.)

Bill Dickey: (Whispering, almost like a confession) I can't do this anymore.

And then, without any more words, his lips find yours in a kiss that is both unexpected and inevitable. It's a kiss that begins with intensity, filled with everything he's been holding back. His lips are firm, but as the kiss deepens, you can feel his tough exterior melting away, revealing the more vulnerable side of Bill. His hand on your cheek moves to your neck, holding you as if he's afraid you might disappear.

When he finally pulls away, both of you are slightly breathless. Bill looks at you, his gaze softer than ever, as if he's just discovered something new and terrifying.

Bill Dickey: (With a smile, still brushing your lips with his) I had no idea kissing someone could be so... complicated.

Y/N: (Laughing softly, resting your forehead against his) Not everything has to be complicated, Bill. Sometimes, you just have to let go.

Bill Dickey: (With a small laugh, something he rarely does without irony) That's going to be a challenge for me, but... for you, I might give it a try.

After the kiss, the room falls into a comfortable silence. Bill, still processing what just happened, seems less concerned with maintaining his usual façade. The two of you remain close, aware of the new intimacy that has emerged between you.

Bill Dickey: (Gently stroking your neck with his thumb, his voice low and reflective) I don't know how this is going to change things... you know, between us and the club. But I don't care. To hell with all that.

Y/N: (Smiling softly, enjoying the contact) It doesn't have to change anything. Just... let's be ourselves. Isn't that what you've always wanted?

Bill Dickey: (Exhaling a sigh, as if finally freeing himself from a burden) I always thought the only thing I wanted was to be the best at everything that mattered to me. But now... all of that seems insignificant compared to this, compared to you.

(There's a pause where Bill seems to search for the right words. It's clear he's not used to being so honest about his feelings, much less so vulnerable.)

Y/N: (Gently caressing his cheek, encouraging him to continue) You can say whatever you want, Bill. I won't judge you.

Bill Dickey: (Lowering his gaze for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts, before looking at you again with renewed intensity) It's just that... I never thought I could find something that made me feel like this. It's terrifying and exciting at the same time. And the worst part is, I don't even know what the hell I'm doing.

(Bill leans in again, his forehead brushing against yours. His breath mingles with yours, and the closeness makes your heart race.)

Y/N: (Whispering softly, brushing your lips against his) No one knows at first. Just... let go. We're in this together.

Bill Dickey: (With a softer smile, less sarcastic than usual) Together, huh? That sounds... surprisingly good.

The silence grows thick again, but this time there's no discomfort, only the electricity between you. Bill kisses you again, but this time it's softer, exploring, as if he wants to memorize every sensation. There's no rush, only the desire to savor the moment.

His hands slide slowly down your back, pulling you closer, seeking more connection. His lips move with more confidence now, each kiss a little deeper, as if with each one he's making sure that all of this is real and not just a passing dream.

Bill Dickey: (With his lips still close to yours, whispering with a hint of humor) You know, if you tell the guys at the club I did this... I'll deny everything. I've got a reputation to maintain.

Y/N: (Laughing softly, running your fingers through his hair) Your secret is safe with me... but I can't promise I won't take advantage of it when you get too cocky.

Bill Dickey: (Laughing too, his laugh sounding freer than you've ever heard) You're lucky I find you so irresistible... But be careful, because I've got my methods too.

Both of you laugh softly, sharing a moment of complicity. The weight of the competition and irony that used to define the relationship between you fades away, replaced by a genuine connection.

Y/N: (Looking into his eyes, gently stroking his cheek) I'm willing to take that risk.

Bill Dickey: (His voice softens even more, full of an implicit promise) Me too..

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