Temptation - Part 1

I was 100% focused, writing the new (and very smutty) chapter of “Bite Me”, headphones on playing my favorite playlist for this, completely disconnected from the real world… Until I felt this looming presence behing me and there was my mom trying to see what I doing that got me so focused 💀💀💀

Thank God she doesn’t undestand English otherwise I’d have killed myself in embarrasment and you’d never see the rest of this story

Chokehold - Noah Sebastian x Reader (+18)

Author's Note:

Heyy, I've had this idea in my head for a while now and it took me some time to finally write it so I hope y'all like it!!

I'm new to this fandom and this is my very first Noah Sebastian fanfiction, but I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Disclaimers: as any other content in this blog, this is a highly NSFW smutty story so if you're not into this kind of explicit content I advise you not to read it. Here you'll have a bit of plot and lots of porn, unprotected p in v (be safe out there), oral (f receiving), Noah being a giver, alcohol and lots of explicit descriptions.

English is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes I eventually skipped while proof-reading it.

I wrote it to Sleep Token's "Chokehold", "Take Me Back To Eden" and "The Summoning", and also to Bad Omens' "The Death Of Piece Of Mind" and "What It Cost", so if you're into listening to something while reading, I recommend you these songs.

WC: 4.7K

Enjoy your time here and if you enjoy it, feel free to leave it a like and/or to reblog the story, your feedback is what keeps me writing!!

End of Author's Note

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You were Bad Omens’ photographer for the tour, the one responsible for taking all the pictures the fans would go feral online, especially Noah’s, and you couldn’t help but to keep giving them more material, because even though you’d never admit it, you’d also secretly had a deep crush on him. 

The guys from the band and the crew would often joke about how Noah’s pictures were the best ones and how you privileged him over the rest of the band, but you always dismissed the subject by saying that it wasn’t your fault he had the better angle since he was the lead singer. It was true in some aspects, yes, but your skills for taking fantastic pictures no matter how challenging the circumstance was were undeniable, so in the end of the day, it wasn’t hard to reach the conclusion that Noah was your favorite.

You often caught yourself admiring the pictures you took of him, his perfect angelical features in contrast with his tattoo covered skin, the way his eyes would catch the lens like he was staring right into your soul through the camera separating you.

But that was all coming to an end tonight.

They’d just played their last concert of the tour and you’d all agreed to make a small (kind of) party to celebrate it at the boys’ place.

You felt bittersweet towards the event. You were happy to be partying with them and being able to enjoy the moment without the concern of taking the perfect pictures. But on the other hand, you were sad you wouldn’t be seeing the band daily anymore and you’d miss them because you’d gotten attached to them and to their jokes, and also (and obviously) because you wouldn’t be seeing Noah anymore.

Your flight home for the morning after the party was already booked and you’d already checked in to save you some time.

So you sighed when you walked inside the big house in front of you. You, like always, held your confident and unwavering poise before everyone, but deep down you were uneasy. Was this the last time you’d be seeing him? In how long? Or ever?

You couldn’t hear the sounds of your heels clicking on the wooden floor because at each step you got closer to the party where loud music was blasting and you soon found the small crowd of people in the main living room already having their own fun.

You felt an arm hooking on yours and suddenly Folio was pulling you through the people towards the rest of the band and you couldn’t help but to smile at the unexpected gesture.

Your heart raced and your cheeks burned as you got closer to Noah, who’d been watching you from the moment you arrived, but you played it cool like always as you got to them and Ruffilo immediately put a bottle of beer in your hand.

Noah couldn’t take his eyes off you. 

You didn’t know that, but he also had a strong crush on you and all of the band knew it. He always told them it was just a small crush and they should ignore it just as he did (or tried), because he wanted to keep it professional between you two.

But when you got to his sight and he saw you wearing that black leather crop top, with thin straps on your shoulders, just a zipper on the front imprisoning your breasts and highlighting your cleavage, along with a high-waisted skinny black skirt molding your curves and, mainly, your ass, bare toned legs on display and black boots on your feet, he was done.

You’d spent the last months practically living together in tour buses and stuff, but you always wore larger, baggy dark clothes that’d cover your body and blend you with the rest of the crew, so how well you looked caught not only Noah’s attention, but everyone else’s, the difference tonight was the fact that Noah just wouldn’t stop staring.

You felt confident, you knew you looked hot and secretly you’d chosen your clothes just for him, to impress him, to catch his attention. And your mission was successfully accomplished.

“Hey pretty” Noah reached his right arm out and pulled you to him in a side hug before kissing the top of your head.

“Hey handsome”

That exchange wasn’t new for you, it was like that every time you met, but this time, the way his lips lingered longer in your forehead as you inhaled his scent deeply got you very aware that something was different tonight. Was it because you were parting ways?

When he let you go he searched for the flustered expression you always had in your face when he did that, but sensed some apprehension instead, despite the grin forming on your lips.

Another thing you didn’t know is that Noah learned over time how to read you and he loved how cute you looked every time he got a shy smile out of your lips.

He loved how flustered you got when he gave the camera the looks he knew got you weak on your knees, because every time he did that, he saw how you unwittingly licked your lips as you checked out the pictures you’d just taken. And no, you didn’t have that same reaction over the pictures you took from the rest of the band, no matter how incredible they were.

“Gonna miss me now that the tour is over?” You teased him, taking a sip from your beer.

“Miss you? Why? We’re not going anywhere” Confusion splattered across Noah’s face as he had his full attention on you.

“You remember I live on the other side of the world right?”

His jaw visibly tensed when he finally processed the information you just brought him.

“Fuck…” Noah was frustrated “But you’re still coming for the barbecue tomorrow, right?” 

“Uh… Nope… My flight leaves early in the morning actually…” You felt guilty as the words came from your lips, the intensity of his glare over you stealing your breath as Noah looked like he’d just been stabbed.

“No, you can’t do that… Are you saying this is our last night with you until God knows when?”

He took a big gulp of his own beer, his knuckles white due to the hard grip on the bottle and on the counter behind him, until he sighed in defeat.

“Come on, it’s not like we’re never seeing each other again” You nudged him trying to cheer him up “All you gotta do is hire me as your photographer again” You winked at him and took another swing of your beer, but you didn’t miss the way he watched your lips wrapping around the bottle.

“You say it like we’ve fired you, but you forget you won’t get rid of us, and especially me that easy”

“Like I’d want to get rid of you” You rolled your eyes.

“You could’ve waited a little longer to go home though, are you that tired of looking at my face?” He teased, the smirk on his lips making you weak on your knees.

“Tired of looking at a catch like that? Never”

“You think I’m a catch? Good to know” The way his eyes burned as he looked at you up and down again raised goosebumps on your skin.

“You’re insufferable” 

“And you’re a terrible liar” He grabbed your hand “Now come on let’s have some fun”

The rest of the band along with other guests had gathered around the sofas in the middle of the room, all of them paying attention to Jolly, who was explaining the rules of the drinking game he’d just invented.

After a few drinks, beers and shots in, you along with anyone else got loose and the games that were tame at first got wilder as the night went on.

“Truth or dare, come on, never gets old and I’m dying for some revelations tonight” Folio spun an empty bottle in the center of the coffee table in front of them “bottom asks, top answers”

The bottle finally stopped spinning and you had the first round: Rufillo to Jolly.

Jolly chose dare and Rufillo made him drink 5 seconds of tequila.

Another spin. Folio to you.

“Come on honey, truth or dare?” He made the question with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Truth”

“Let’s heat things up a bit then: of the people in this room, who would you make out with?”

Your cheeks burned red with his question as all eyes were on you and the room went silent waiting for your answer. Yet you weren’t shy, the alcohol in your system had you bold at that point.

“Noah” 

“Yet you always deny he’s your favorite” Folio pretended to be offended.

You winked at Noah, who was sitting by your side, eyes narrowed in you as he raked them over you, visibly satisfied by your answer.

A few more rounds went by until the bottle landed on Noah.

“Truth or dare, buddy?” Folio had evil intentions in his eyes again and of course Noah wasn’t going to be spared.

“Dare”

“I dare you to take a body shot on the person you find the hottest in this room”

Noah left his place by your side as the boys brought him salt, a piece of lime and a shot of tequila. When he got up you felt your heart sinking in your chest with the realization he might choose another girl, but when he knelt in front of you, you lost your breath.

Noah rested his tattooed hands on your knees, uncrossed your legs and pulled you towards him, to the edge of the couch, the way he manhandled you catching you off guard as he was now between your legs and your skirt rose higher, getting dangerously shorter.

Heat pooled in your panties as you watched him lean you backwards and prepare you for the body shot. He placed the small glass of tequila in your cleavage, poured salt on your neck and the piece of lime between your lips.

“May I?” He splayed his hands on your thighs as the smug on his lips grew wider.

Since your lips were occupied by the piece of lime, you only nodded, watching him lick his lips as he leaned closer towards your neck. 

Noah took his time on licking the salt off your neck, swirling his tongue and kissing your skin in the process, then made his way down to your chest where his nose brushed against the valley of your breasts as he wrapped his lips around the shot glass to down it, and for last came up for the lime on your lips, his own ghosting over yours as he took it with his teeth, eyes locked on yours as he teased you in front of everyone, fingers sinking on your thighs as he seemed to be holding himself back.

Rufillo cleared his throat loudly and Noah quickly stood on his feet.

“Fuck I’m dizzy” Was all you could muster as you got up as well all flustered, pulling your skirt down as you headed for the kitchen for some water.

You were so aroused you didn’t know what to do with yourself. Your core ached between your legs as you pressed them together hoping for some friction. You chugged down a glass of cold water in a vain attempt to ease your nerves, but it wasn’t water you were thirsty for.

The feel of his tongue and lips on your neck still lingered, tingling, and you wondered what he would do to you if you weren’t surrounded by people.

“Thirsty?” Noah materialized behind you, practically caging you, but also keeping some distance.

His eyes were darker than usual, burning holes in yours as he waited for your answer, and you both knew very well that “water” wasn’t the subject, and since this was your last night with them, with him, you weren’t running away anymore.

“Been the whole tour” You fired back at him and he took a step closer.

“Same on my part” He cupped your cheek with one of his hands, his fingers entangling with the hair on your nape while his thumb traced your lips “It’s a shame we waited this long… If you only knew all the ways I’ve had you in my mind…”

His husky voice sent your shivers straight to your pussy at his confession, and you wanted nothing but to have at least a sneak peak of what he’d had in his head. If only he could know what’s been to yours as well.

“Well now I can’t seem to understand why are you taking so long to show me?”

“Is there someone in a hurry?”

“Since I have a flight in the morning…” His hand slid down to your neck, choking you.

“And who says you’re getting into that plane tomorrow?” You couldn’t help but to moan when he tightened his hand around your neck just enough to make you melt into his grip “Let’s get out of here”

He let go of your neck and grabbed your hand, guiding you upstairs towards his bedroom. You stood in the middle of his room waiting for his next step as he locked the door behind him, the predatory gaze sending shivers down your spine as he checked you out once again.

“You are so fucking beautiful”

You couldn’t help but to blush at his confession as he stood in front of you, both hands cupping your face, admiring your delicate features.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since the first day I laid my eyes on you” He licked his lips, his eyes shifting from your lips to your eyes.

“Fucking kiss me, Noah”

“Thought you’d never ask”

He crashed his lips against yours and you felt your body going limp in his arms as he deepened the kiss. You let your fingers trail their way through his dark soft hair as his tongue explored yours, devouring you. He kissed you passionately and his hands roamed free over your body, you nibbled his lower lip and he pulled your hips closer, making sure you’d feel how hard he already was, pressing against your belly.

“If you don’t tell me to stop now, I won’t” He gasped, his restraint holding on by a thread.

“Who says I want you to stop?” Your hands slid down his chest to the hem of his shirt “I want your everything” You pulled his shirt upwards and he took the cue to help you take it off.

Your fingertips traced the tattoos on his body in admiration, every inch of him pure perfection in your eyes.

He kissed you again and guided you backwards to his bed, making your body collapse on it just as you felt your calves hitting its edge. Noah hovered over you, the thin chain around his neck dangling over you, almost touching your face as his hand ran up the side of your body from your outer thigh.

When he reached your ribcage, his fingers changed their path to the middle of your chest, to the zipper of your crop top, and you held your breath as he opened it slowly, eyes trained on you as the leather piece slowly slid off your breasts revealing them to him, nipples hard and sensitive on his full disposal.

“Fucking amazing”

Your lips met once more as he splayed one of his hands on one of your boobs, fondling it and pitching your nipple between his tattooed fingers. His body stood between your legs and you whimpered when he rubbed his clothed manhood against your aching center, covered only by helplessly damp lace panties.

His lips trailed kisses down your jaw towards your neck, where he now, very aware of your sensitivity in that area, covered your skin in with kisses and angry love-bites, clearly intending on marking you as his.

Your manicured nails ran up his back as his lips now peppered kisses down your clavicles to your chest, his mouth immediately latching on one of your breasts, suckling and nibbling your nipple, to then soothe the small sting with the softness of his tongue before switching his attention to the other.

You arched your back, legs spreading wider apart as you surrender yourself completely to his mercy, small cries of pleasure escaping your lips as you watched him, mouth and hands full of your boobs, the ache between your legs almost unbearable as you desperately needed him there, filling you.

“Noah please…” You pleaded as your legs tried to pull his hips to grind against you with no avail.

His voice was raw, deep and filled with lust: “Please what?” 

He teased, lips now traveling lower on your body, stopping only to give him enough room to take both your skirt and panties at once, throwing it randomly in his room.

“I need you to tell me what you want babe” He nibbled the skin right below your navel, and the realization of how close he was to your intimacy sent stronger shivers over your body as he kissed your inner thighs “Fuck you’re dripping”

“I need you inside me, please” You whined as his lips got closer to your hot center, his eyes admiring how glistening wet you already were for him before he blew his breath on you, making you quiver at the sensitivity.

“I will princess, but I need to taste you first”

Noah spread your legs wider apart and his tongue ran flat over your pussy, collecting and tasting all the arousal he could get, moaning against you as he finally got to taste you. His skilled tongue on your clit got you seeing stars in seconds as he worked on building your orgasm, and you prayed the music downstairs was loud enough to keep the rest of the party from hearing you, because you just couldn’t hold yourself back.

“You taste so fucking good”

Noah ate you like a starved man, feasting on you, taking pleasure in watching the sexed expressions on your face and how you helplessly writhed below him. He added a finger inside you as he kept working on you with his mouth, his long finger immediately finding the magic spongy spot inside you that made your legs shake around his neck as the pleasure knot forming on your lower belly threatened to explode violently at any second.

You tried to hold it back for as long as you could, but when he combined the work on your clit with his tongue along with a precise flick of his wrist, he forced the orgasm out of you in strong white hot waves of ecstasy, making you lose your senses for a few seconds as he rode your high.

Yet Noah didn’t stop.

Still eating you, he held you firmly and flipped you both on the bed, making you sit on his face. Your faltering legs threatened your balance, but his firm grip kept you up straight. 

You looked below you and the scene alone almost made you cum again. The pussy-drunk look on his face, the disheveled hair, the way half of his face was covered in your slick, dark eyes glossy as he looked up meeting yours as he kept lapping, sucking, overstimulating you on purpose.

“Oh my fuck N-Noah…” 

“Fuck my face babe” 

He growled against you, fingers sinking on your ass cheeks as you, still shaky, followed his command and started to roll your hips back and forth, allowing you to control the pace, the pressure, and to use his face on your own will.

You felt your climax blossoming inside you again as he kept devouring you, drinking in every drop he could take from you, his nose rubbing against your clit while he fucked you with his tongue. 

“Oh fuck… Noah…” Your orgasm bubbled up inside you again, but you were not ready for it yet, you were sure you’d collapse on top of him if he gave you another one in such a short time.

As if reading your thoughts Noah stopped, keeping you from falling apart so soon, but on the other hand edging you as you were so close to jumping off that cliff again.

You got off of his face and moved down his body to remove his pants and underwear, hurried, dying to feel him. He propped himself on his elbows and watched you undress him with shaky hands, the fucked out expression on your face making him want more of you.

Your jaw dropped when his cock sprung free, rock hard against his belly, head glistening with precum, the size and thickness doing justice to his height, and your throat went dry to the thinking of how he would feel inside you, stretching you.

“It’s all yours” He grinned, watching you admire him.

You straddled and pulled him up to kiss you and your taste still lingered on his tongue. His arms wrapped around your back and waist bringing you closer, and you took the cue to rock yourself against his shaft, coating it with your arousal, mixing it with his precum, the friction making him groan against your lips.

You pulled his hair, tilting his head back exposing his neck, and attacked it with your lips and tongue, all while you now teased the head of his cock with your opening, pretending you’d finally let him in, threatening to finally join your bodies, but skipping it every time, his digits digging on your flesh with his impatiency.

“You’re gonna make me beg for it now?” He peppered kisses on your chest and collarbone.

“You tell me… You want it that bad?” You whispered in his ear and nibbled on his earlobe.

That’s until he took control over you again and held your hips in place, lining himself with your entrance, all while he pulled you by your hair with his free hand, pulling you away from his neck, making you look at him, eyes so dark with lust and oozing such a primal desire you felt like prey.

“I do” 

He caressed your cheek with his thumb.

“Now eyes on me” 

He instructed and you immediately obeyed. With one of his hands still on the back of your head and the other on your hip, the tip of his cock met your pussy and Noah pressed you down on him, merging your bodies slowly. His name came out of your lips in such a sinful pitch that made him throb inside you, the vision and the feeling of you, flesh and bone, being endlessly better than he could’ve ever imagined.

Your arms snaked around his neck as he bottomed you out, you felt so full and stretched, your whole body was on fire, ignited with desire, and when you got used to his size you started to move on top of him, slowly increasing your pace as you rode him, stealing grunts of pleasure out of him every time you intentionally clenched around him and fucked him harder, your skin slapping against his as his fingers dug into your thighs.

He was so lost in his own moment he didn’t know if he should look at where your bodies merged, at your boobs bouncing in front of his face or at your sex glazed eyes. His lips captured yours once again as you rocked your hips back and forth, that very specific motion almost making you both snap.

“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum” 

He whined and rolled you both, laying you on the bed as he got on top of you, switching positions so he could last longer, to feel you longer, to fuck you longer. He pushed himself inside of you again and all at once, at the new depth he reached with that position turned you into a moaning mess as he now set his own pace, but making sure that with every thrust he stimulated that very spot he found earlier inside you.

“Noah oh my…” 

You couldn’t finish your sentence as that postponed orgasm emerged again like a tsunami, washing away all of your senses as it bursted from inside out, hard, making your pussy clench desperately around him as he rode your high, taking every bit of his restraint to ride you through it without unloading inside you, cock throbbing in need, and just as he felt your body becoming jelly under his he pulled out of you, cumming on your belly in long hot spurts as he stilled over you, cheeks red and eyes rolled back.

He glued his forehead on yours, breathing still heavy as he came back from his own high, admiring how impossibly beautiful you looked at that very moment.

“There’s no fucking way I’m letting you into that plane tomorrow”

Sinful Revenge - Till Lindemann

Author’s note: This is a NSFW smut story, so you’ve been warned about what you’re going to find if you decide to read it!

This is a self insert story, so Y/N = Your Name

Have fun!

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What you never thought would ever happen to you, happened. You caught your boyfriend cheating on you with his secretary.

You went to his office to surprise him with the news about your promotion at your own job, to find him eating out that bitch on top of his table, right next to your picture-frame.

Thunderstruck by your unexpected discovery, you just cursed them and shut the door behind you, storming off his office and heading straight to your apartment. Thank god you had refused to move in with him a couple of months before or you’d have to face him later.

You were so angry and shocked, tears streamed down your face as you drove to your apartment to digest everything that had happened and to think about what you would do next.

You were upset and heartbroken, but at the same time you felt relieved for breaking up with him? You couldn’t explain it, but you just felt it. Maybe it was because you knew you had just gotten rid of a guy that would be unfaithful to you, maybe it was because you were free to do whatever pleased you again?

You parked your car in the garage and got inside the elevator as fast as you could just wanting to lock yourself away from the world and the humiliation you had just been through. Your cell phone buzzed incessantly with his calls but you refused to talk to him, there was nothing he could say to you to make things better or to make you feel better at the moment, what you saw with your own eyes had already told you everything you needed to know.

As you reached the 16th floor, the elevator’s doors dinged open revealing your neighbour locking his door, he lived right across the hall.

“Hello, neighbor”

His deep sultry voice took you out of your trance. He was a very handsome man, about 20 years older than you, tall, strong, black haired with piercing greenish-blue eyes, definitely one of the most alluring men you had laid eyes on in your whole life, one of god’s masterpieces for sure. He was very attractive and charming, he had a magnetism that made men want to be him and women desire him and he knew that. 

He was always a true gentleman towards you, but you knew by his eyes that there was something else there, like his thoughts when he looked at you didn’t match his gentlemanly behavior.

Despite his tantalizing looks and magnetism, you never considered the idea of giving into his charm and he also never made any advances since he knew you were already taken. 

You always loved and respected your boyfriend, but deep down you knew your body secretly craved for his touch, a different new touch.

“Afternoon, Mr. Lindemann” You greeted with your eyes on the ground so he couldn’t see your swollen crying face.

“Are you okay?” He had concern laced in his voice as he got closer to you. That’s when he saw it.

“I-I’m sorry you have to see me like this, I gotta go” You tried to get inside your apartment, but he stopped you.

“Does your boyfriend have something to do with it?“

“Ex-boyfriend” You thought you saw a light smirk on his lips, but he quickly disguised it.

“Oh” He raised his brows “Well, if you need anything, I’m right across the hall” He smiled gently “I don’t know what happened, but I’m a good listener if you feel like blowing off some steam with a stranger”

“Thank you” You exhaled “It sounds like a good idea, but for now I think I just need some time alone you know, but thanks anyway”

He nodded with a sweet smile on his face and headed towards the elevator.

Once he was gone, you finally got inside your apartment and headed straight to the shower to get that heavy energy out of you. You wanted to clean everything that happened out of you, like the hot water running down your skin could wash away all of your sadness and erase your memories with your ex.

But as the shower went on, your thoughts about your ex subsided and everything you could think about was your neighbor. His alluring eyes, his strong masculine features, his black hair, his deep voice that sent shivers down your spine every time you heard it. You couldn’t help but imagine how he must look underneath his clothes. Just by how his clothes hugged his arms you knew he had a muscular body, but you wanted to see it with your own eyes.

It had been only a couple of hours since you caught the so-called “love of your life” cheating on you, but you were already fantasizing with another man and you didn’t feel bad or guilty about it.

Was it a desire you had from before that was only surfacing now?

Anyway you wouldn’t care. Till was the thing that made your terrible day lighter. When you got home to drown yourself in ice cream and sorrow, you met him and it washed away all those dreadful plans you had for the night.

And before you could realize, you found yourself standing at his doorstep with a bottle of wine in your hands. A couple of minutes passed since you rang his doorbell and you were already considering turning back home when he finally opened his door.

“Oh Y/N!” He smiled but your eyes went down to his half naked body “I’m sorry it took me too long, I just got out of the shower” He ran his fingers through his hair to take a few wet strands falling in front of his beautiful eyes.

Till had nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist, revealing how well built he was for his age. The smell of his aftershave and male parfum were intoxicating as you reveled in the sight in front of you completely hypnotized. All you wanted to do at that moment was to feel him, to touch him, to taste him, and to rip that fucking towel off of him.

Yes, you had already forgotten you were sad and heartbroken.

“You said I could come by if I wanted to spend some time with a ‘stranger’” You finally broke the silence “And I thought some wine would be great as well” You motioned the bottle in your hands and with a smile on his face he took a couple of steps back allowing you inside his apartment.

“Please come in” You stepped inside his place. He closed the door behind you and disappeared in a corridor “I’ll put some clothes on, please make yourself at home!” You heard him from one of the rooms.

You sat on his gray couch and put the bottle of wine on top of the coffee table in the center. His apartment looked clean and tidy, and was very well decorated. The light wooden floor matched perfectly with his concrete walls and furniture in shades of brown and gray, a few plants and colorful paintings on the walls brought some color to the place.

“I’m sorry again for keeping you waiting” Till was now fully dressed in light gray sweatpants and black long-sleeved shirt.

“It’s okay I’m fine” You smiled at him as he grabbed the bottle of wine in front of you and headed to his kitchen, motioning with his head for you to follow him.

Till took two wine glasses from his cabinet and produced a corkscrew from one of the drawers, he uncorked the bottle and served you both almost half a glass each.

“Cheers to being single again!” You toasted and he followed you with a side smile.

“Looks like the sadness is gone already?”

“Yeah, I mean… I’m still sad, but I think I’m also relieved?” You hesitated with the words you chose.

“I think I know what you mean” He took a sip of his wine. God! How could someone look so hot just by drinking something? “Before we continue, have you eaten yet?”

“No”

“I’ll cook us something while you tell me everything, okay?”

“You better be a good cook because I’m very demanding when it comes to eating!”

“Is this a challenge?”

“You bet it is”

You both laughed and you told him everything that happened while he boiled potatoes to make fresh homemade gnocchi, then proceeded to chop some tomatoes, basil, onion and garlic for the sauce. As the gnocchi and the sauce were cooking, he prepared some steak to go along.

As he finished the food, you helped him settle the table with plates, cutlery, pot rests, your wine glasses and the wine bottle.

“It smells amazing, Till!” You exclaimed as he sat in front of you and served you both.

“I hope the taste matches its smell” He smirked.

You moaned unwittingly as you took the first bite, the sound grabbing his attention and making his mind have unholy thoughts about you on that dining table. But you didn’t realize any of that happening, the flavor explosions in your mouth making you roll your eyes back with such amazing food.

“This is SO good! I guess I’ll have to come over for dinner more often”

“Be my guest” He answered shortly, trying to erase those sinful thoughts out of his head “We’ve been neighbors for quite some time now, but we don’t know much about each other”

You nodded in agreement.

“What do you do for a living?” He asked, taking a sip of his wine.

“I’m a lawyer and I actually got a promotion today, and you?”

“Congratulations! I’m a singer”

“A singer? Really?” You asked surprised. You had no idea he was a singer, he was always so discreet about his life you could never imagine.

“Yes, I have a band called Rammstein” That name didn’t sound strange to you, but that was all you had.

“Oh I’m sorry, the name sounds a bit familiar, but I don’t think I ever heard you” You answered, embarrassment making your cheeks burn.

“It’s totally fine, Y/N, actually I appreciate the fact you don’t know who I am”

“Are you that big?”

“Quite”

“I’m curious, I wanna see and hear you, would you show me any of your songs, please??”

He seemed to consider your idea for a couple of seconds before obliging.

“Let’s finish our dinner first” He giggled “Some lyrics might not be appropriate for this moment”

“Now you got me extra curious”

Just as you finished eating, you put your plates in the dishwasher while Till turned on the tv in his living room and searched for one of his band’s live concerts.

“Can I choose?” You asked as you sat on the couch by his side and he nodded “Rammstein live in Paris? Madison Square Garden? I had no idea my neighbor was a fucking international rockstar…” You kept scrolling down the endless list of videos.

“I’m worried about what you are going to choose” He giggled lightly as a faint blush appeared on his face.

“Why’s that?”

“You’ll have to find out by yourself” He glanced at you sideways with a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Okay, I want to watch Ich Tu Dir Weh”

He chuckled as he heard your choice, but at the same time it was going to be interesting to watch your reactions to his songs.

The song began and you started to headbang unconsciously as you got carried away with the rhythm, you weren’t sure why you hadn’t listened to them before. You couldn’t believe your quiet and reserved neighbor was that same intimidating and energetic man onstage. 

But you were caught completely off guard when Till started singing, his deep beautiful hauntingly voice sent shivers down your spine and the sadomasochistic lyrics took your breath away as you got terribly and unexpectedly turned on. And why did that black eyeliner and lipstick made him look even hotter? Not to mention his clothes that highlighted his strong chiseled arms.

Till watched you watching him attentively, curious about what your reaction would be and he didn’t miss how you bit your bottom lip and crossed your legs tightly as the video went on. He was afraid you’d get scared or even disgusted, instead he saw you get horny by his performance and that turned him on as well.

“Damn!” You exclaimed as the song ended and his deep chuckle made you shiver.

“What did you think?”

‘Please hurt and humiliate me’ - You thought to yourself.

“I loved it! It was very… Intense…”

“Intense?”

“Yeah” You took the last of your wine in a single gulp “And I had no idea you were such and amazing and talented singer, Till, you’ve got a new fan now”

“Thank you, Y/N”

“I want to watch more”

“More wine then?”

“I’m feeling a little tipsy already, but yes, please!”

Till took another bottle of wine out of his small wine closet and filled your glasses one more time as you got up to dance to their songs now randomly selected by youtube.

“Join me”

You drank and danced to this band’s songs, you never thought metal was danceable, but you felt the need to dance and headbang and sway your hips, you just couldn’t stay still and Till watched you with amused eyes.

“And here I was thinking you said you liked our songs just to please me” He joked as he watched you sway your hips to Ich Will.

“I would never! Plus I know more interesting ways to please you” You blinked at him as you took the last sip of your wine and spun around, your suggestive words making him lick his lips unconsciously and his blood run south.

Two could play that game.

“Now I’m curious to know more about your interesting ways” 

“I’m not telling them” You answered him, your faces now just inches apart as you rested both arms on his shoulders to dance with him.

The sexual tension between you hang heavy on the air as you held your lustful gazes, one waiting for the other to take the next step. He watched you turn around and bend over in front of him to put your empty glass on the coffee table and when you got back up he took the opportunity to bring your body closer to his by your waist and whispered in your ear.

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” His deep voice and his hot breath tickling your neck soaked your panties instantly.

You gasped when you felt your ass brushing against his hard member, the size of his bulge making you gulp at the thought of how big he seemed to be.

Ignoring your light distraction, you finally answered him.

“Because I’m showing them” You reached back with one of your hands and rubbed his shaft over his sweatpants, the unexpected stimulation making him jerk his hips forward.

You turned back around and pushed him by his chest slamming him on the couch before straddling and kissing him. One of Till’s hands squeezed your thigh as the other entangled in your hair, pulling it at the same time he brought you closer to him, making you moan lightly and give full access for his tongue to explore your mouth.

You ran your hands over his strong arms and then down his torso, eager to take his shirt off to finally feel his bare body with your own hands. Till captured your bottom lip with his teeth biting it, then ran his tongue over it to soothe the slightly swollen flesch, inflaming your arousal as you ground yourself against his hard erection. He slid both his hands under your shirt, forcing you to grind against him once again as he squeezed your waist hard.

Till kissed you intensely as he lifted your shirt by its hemline, only parting your frantic lips to take the shirt off your head, revealing your naked breasts right at his eye level.

“They’re so beautiful” He cupped your breasts, big enough to fit in his hands “You are so beautiful”

His beautiful blue eyes met yours in an intense lustful gaze and he unexpectedly pinched your nipples between his fingers to watch your reaction as an erotic sound escaped your lips. Till left a trail of kisses from your lips to your chin, along the jawline to the neck, where he licked and bit lightly, quickly finding your sweet spot right under your ear, sucking it harshly to whip another delicious moan out of you.

“I’ve dreamt about having you since the first time I laid my eyes on you, Y/N”

You took the pause to take his shirt off.

“I’ve always wanted you too, I was in a relationship, but I was never blind” You gasped as his smiling lips traveled down your collarbone to the valley of your breasts. 

The cold air caressed your exposed skin, but your body felt so hot under his touches, his rough hands running up and down your curves and groping your breasts as his mouth divided its attention between them. He rolled his tongue over your sensitive nipples before blowing his breath on top of it and then sucked and bit them gently, making you squirm against him looking for more friction on your aching core, your fingernails grazing his nape as he kept working on your chest.

You were so lost in how he was almost sending you over the edge just by working on your breasts, you missed one of his hands slipping inside your pants and underwear, his skilled fingers sliding over your folds collecting your wetness and then back to your clit, applying a delicious amount of pressure on it, taking a huge gasp out of your lungs as he rolled his digits over your swollen bud.

Till kept working on your tender globes with his mouth, one of his hands snaked around your body to grip your ass as the other increased its speed and pressure on your clit according to the sound of your own moans.

Your orgasm built on your lower stomach and you started to rock yourself against his hand chasing your own release, when he suddenly bit one of your nipples and pushed two fingers inside you, making you scream his name as he started to pump and curl his fingers in and out of you while his thumb was now working on your clit. His fingers rubbed your g-spot with each stroke, those wonderful sensations making the knot on your lower stomach get ready to explode at any second. And when you were about to get there he stopped, edging you on purpose.

“Please!” You begged, frustrated while Till had a devious grin on his face.

“Work for it”

He took his fingers out of you and brought them to his lips, lapping every drop of your juices, his eyes never leaving yours as he tasted your arousal with an erotic expression.

“Can’t wait to taste it again”

You slammed your lips against his, tasting yourself on his tongue as you grazed your fingernails down his chest and abs, quickly reaching his sweatpants’ waistband, pulling it down along with his underwear while you knelt down in front of him on the ground.

You blinked at the sight before you when his big and thick manhood finally sprung out, rock hard, sprawled on his abs in all its glory. The look on your face made him get impossibly harder.

“Can’t take it?” He teased as you accommodated yourself between his legs.

“You bet I can”

His eyes darkened as you took his dick on your hand, jerking him off as you spread his precum all over his tip and length and then licked your lips, wetting them to suck him. His muscles tensed as you teased him, trailing kisses on his inner thighs taking your lips closer and closer to where he needed them the most.

He hissed when you finally slid your tongue flat all the way up on his underside from his base to the tip, taking some extra time on his frenulum, flicking your tongue back and forth on the extremely sensitive area, before sucking his tip into your mouth and licking all of his precum, your gaze never breaking away from his and the sight drove him insane.

Till groaned and grabbed a fistful of your hair as you swirl your tongue around his tip and down his length, sucking it eagerly every time you bobbed your head back, making him throw his head back as he clenched his teeth and tightened the grip on your hair as you did so. You drove him further inside your mouth each time, using your hand to stimulate the part you couldn’t fit yet and when his dick finally reached your throat, he moaned and automatically jerked his hips forward, making you take all of him at once, and to his surprise you didn’t complain, instead looked at him with a daring look on your watering eyes.

“No gag reflex?” He asked, a bit breathless.

“Fuck my face, Till”

“Oh fuck me”

He slammed his dick in the back of your throat, setting his own pace, his cock pulsing inside your mouth, ready to cum at any second when you suddenly pulled your mouth away from him, edging him just like he’d done to you minutes before.

“Y/N!”

Till’s front door thumped loudly as you both heard muffled screams of your name coming from outside. It was your ex-boyfriend yelling after you desperately.

“Y/N! I KNOW YOU’RE THERE!”

Ignoring his screams, Till pulled you from the ground crashing your lips and in a blink you were laid on the couch underneath him.

“Sure you wanna do this?” He asked before taking off your pants and panties all at once.

“Yes, please! I need you inside me now!” You whined as he quickly undressed you and then positioned himself between your legs.

“There’s just one thing I must warn you…”

He rubbed himself against your folds, teasing your clit and your entrance with his shaft as your ex-boyfriend kept calling you, banging on his door.

“What?”

“I don’t do gentle”

You screamed as he penetrated you, pushing himself all at once, stretching your tight walls as he sunk his shaft deep inside of you. You clawed his back and bit his shoulder as he put one of your legs on his shoulder and filled you up to the hilt, fitting all of his length inside you. 

His pounding was rough and intense, giving you no time to adjust to his thickness and length, and his dick rubbed your spongy magic place that drove you insane with each thrust, making you roll your eyes back and moan uncontrollably.

Till knew you were getting close to your orgasm again as he felt your walls clenching around him, making it extra painful to hold his own release back. In a swift motion, he got out of you and put you on your knees on the couch, your back exposed to him as you braced yourself on the back of the couch.

He pushed himself inside you again this time rougher than before, your body jolting forward as he did so. With one of his hands he held you in place by your hips while the other snaked its way around your throat, leaning his body forward for extra physical contact. A symphony of loud moaning and skin slapping resonated throughout the whole floor as he thrusted violently in and out of you.

His lips brushed your ear and his relentless fucking along with the sound of his sinful grunts on your ear made you explode with the most intense climax you’d ever had in your life, powerful electric waves running though your veins, making your whole body tremble as he rode out your orgasm before quickly pulling out of you to have his own release, cumming on your ass and back.

You collapsed on the back of his couch as Till still hugged you and spread a trail of kisses on your nape, back and shoulders.

“Y/N!” Your ex called again, this time sounding even more desperate and exhausted.

“OH JAMES! YOU HAVE NO IDEA JUST HOW GOOD HE FUCKED ME!” You yelled back earning Till’s chuckle.

“Actually I guess the whole building might have heard how good I fucked you, Y/N”

Hey everyone, my writing has been slow the past few days because I’m sick, but I’m currently working on the requests I received and the next chapter of “Bite Me”.

If you want to have a taste of this next part of “Bite Me”, I’m writing it to “Soundbound” by Artemas, so that’s the vibe for the next chapter… For those who like to read while listening to something, let me know your thoughts around this song’s choice hehe

See you soon!

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I'm glad you appreciate my stories, it means a lot to me <3

I'm currently obsessed with Bill Skarsgard, so my ideas are gravitating around him now... BUT send me your idea, I can't promise I'll make it, but I can promise I'll try, after all, Noah is still hot af heheh

Cleanse Me With Pleasure - Bill Skarsgard x Reader (part 2) (+18)

(The image above does not belong to me, all credits belong to its owner)

Author’s note:

Good evening my lovely readers, I’d like to thank everyone that liked, rebloged and commented on the first part of this short story, that gave me some extra boost to write this second part faster ✨❤️

I thought this would be a two-part story, but I felt this chapter was getting way too long before I even started the real fun part, so this will be a three-chapter short story.

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Disclaimers:

This is a smut story, it’s still light in this chapter, but it has smut. You’ve been warned.

English is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes I eventually skipped while proof-reading it.

Bill Skarsgard is a real person, but nothing in this story is, it was all made up in my head.

I hope you enjoy your time here and if you do, please feel free to leave a comment or just like and/or reblog the story, I really appreciate it and your feedback is what gives me the fuel to keep writing 🥰

WC: 2.7K

Tag request: @paraficwriter

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The final premiere was over.

Another city, another red carpet. But this one felt different. The last one.

And this afterparty specifically had a delicious smell of bad intentions. It wasn’t like the rooftop in NYC. Tonight was different. Darker. Closer. Like it was a scene taken out of the book.

You were in a club low-lit by hues of pink, red and purple, the air thick with the smell of expensive liquor and something else you quite couldn’t put a finger on yet.

What didn’t change though was his presence.

Bill was there. Of course, he was.

You spotted him near the dance floor, drink in hand, its ice melting slowly under the warm grip of his long fingers. At that very moment he seemed to be fully focused on the conversation happening in his group, but you knew he was very aware of your presence and your stare.

His quick side-glance while taking a sip of his drink confirmed it.

Your dress was bolder than the last time he saw you. A deliberate choice. A rosé colored silk that clung in all the right places, a neckline that dipped low enough to tempt but not reveal.

Your last conversation, despite being weeks ago, wasn't forgotten. Not by him. Not by you.

In fact, you replayed that moment in your mind everyday, never getting enough of the goosebumps it caused on you.

You caught his stare once again and he held it this time, completely ignoring the commotion in his group as he now wanted you to know you’re the one thing he’s really interested in.

There’s a devious glint in his eyes as he suddenly excused himself and turned away from the group, walking through the crowd before disappearing into a dark corridor.

You knew it was an invitation, a silent challenge.

You just abandoned your glass on the nearest surface and didn’t think twice before following him, eager to find out his next move in the chess game you were playing.

Drunk couples piled up by the walls of the dark hallway, and you took care not to stumble upon one of them as your eyes were glued on Bill’s broad figure walking several steps ahead of you, until a couple, lost in a wild make out session, fell in front of you, forcing you to halt.

You managed to dodge them and as a result you lost sight of Bill.

But you weren’t turning your back now, so you just kept going through the dark hallway, squeezing your eyes, trying to identify him somehow but to no avail.

Until you were abruptly pulled by someone from a door you didn’t even notice was on your right.

The door clicked shut behind you and the half-burned out lamps revealed the man you were looking for right in front of you, your body caged between him and a sink, the weight of his stare making you lick your own lips in anticipation.

“You think you can just walk away and expect me to follow?” Your voice was low but steady, but your pulse wasn't.

His lips twitch, just slightly. And didn’t you?”

“And now?” You murmured and tilted your head, testing if he’d make the next move. Eager for him to do it.

A satisfied hum rumbled in his chest, the sound going straight to your core, before his lips finally brushed the corner of your mouth. Not quite a kiss, but the kind of touch that makes your heart skip a beat.

“Last time we met, you challenged me…” His tone was low and hungry “you questioned if I had what it takes to stand up to your desires”

His lips now ghosted over your neck, the tip of his nose grazed your skin in a feather like touch and you tilted your head further, allowing him extra access.

“And yet you are the one coming after me…” He continued.

You met his gaze, the words hanging in the air like an invitation. A small, daring smile tugged at your lips, and you stepped closer, just enough to brush your body against his, feeling the heat radiating off him.

“Maybe I just wanted to see how far you’d go.” You whispered against his lips teasingly.

“You knew exactly what would happen if you followed me” he bit back, the words sinking into you, adding to the delicious ache between your legs.

“Did I?”

A low chuckle came from his chest: “You do now.”

His lips crashed onto yours, stealing your breath away and shattering the last thread of restraint between you. One of his hands made their way up to the back of your head, his fingers sliding through your hair, tugging it lightly while pulling you closer at the same time. his other hand found your waist, fingers pressing into the silk of your dress, pulling you flush against him like he couldn’t stand the smallest distance between you two anymore.

You gasped against his mouth as you felt his hardness pressing on your belly, and he swallowed the sound, deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your knees weak.

It wasn’t just a kiss. It was a claim.

His teeth grazed your bottom lip before he bit down, just enough to make you shiver, just enough to make you hold onto him like you needed him to keep you grounded.

He pressed you back against the sink, his hands roaming, exploring, learning every reaction. The heat coming from him, his scent, the lust oozing out of him, it all consumed you.

And you gladly let it.

You kissed him back just as fiercely, just as desperately, threading your fingers through his hair, also tugging it, earning a low, satisfied groan from deep in his chest. The sound vibrated through you, sending another wave of heat rolling through your body, and you pressed closer, but not nearly close enough.

His grip on your hair tightened and tilted your head back in a command. This time, he didn’t hesitate.

His lips were on you in an instant, hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing along the curve of your throat, each one leaving a searing imprint on your skin. His breath was ragged, the scrape of his teeth making your pulse hammer and your body arch toward him instinctively.

And then his other hand moved. Slow and deliberate. Sliding down the silk of your dress, tracing the curve of your waist, the swell of your hip, his fingertips brushing against the bare skin of your thigh, leaving heat in their wake.

He wasn’t in a rush. He wanted you to feel it.

The pressure, the possession, the way he was learning every inch of you like he had all the time in the world.

His hand slid back up, this time by the front of your thigh, intentionally teasing. As his fingers traced upward, they caught the hem of your dress, dragging the silk higher with every inch until he found what he was looking for: the delicate lace of your panties.

He hooked his index finger on it and you felt a sharp tug.

The lace dug into your sensitive clit, sending a shock of friction straight through you, a gasp slipping from your lips before you could stop it.

His fingers then slipped beneath the fabric, brushing over your soaked heat, a deep, satisfied grunt rumbling from his chest as he felt just how badly you needed him.

He coated his fingers in your arousal, rolling them over your clit with maddening precision, just enough pressure to make your breath catch, but not enough to satisfy.

Your fingers clenched in his shirt, desperate, seeking. But before you could beg, before you could even think, he pushed two fingers inside you.

A sharp moan tore from your throat, the stretch, the slow slide of him filling you sending a delicious shudder through your body.

He felt it. Felt the way you clenched around him, the way your body reacted to his every movement. And it drove him insane.

His teeth found your neck, sinking in just enough to claim, never enough to hurt. His breath was hot, uneven against your skin and his body pressed you further against the cool sink as he whispered in a delicious raspy tone:

“You take me so damn well”

His other slid from your hair to your jaw firmly, tilting your face up until your eyes were locked on his, exactly where he wanted them to be while he finger-fucked you.

Your breath hitched as he worked you up so achingly slow it felt like torture. The perfect kind. Every stroke of his fingers inside you and of his palm over your clit sent strong shudders through you as his other hand kept you pinned exactly where he wanted you.

“You feel that?” His voice was low, sinful, his lips brushing against yours. “How close you are?”

You bit your lip hard, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a moan. But he felt it anyway. Felt the way you clenched around him, your body betraying you. And he loved it.

His fingers curled inside you, hitting that spot with devastating precision, and your whole body tensed. So close. So close you could taste it, your nails dug into his shoulders as you felt it building in your stomach, ready to snap.

Until a loud flush broke the trance and his fingers stilled inside you.

Oh, God.

A bathroom. He had pulled you into a damn bathroom and you were so lost in him you hadn’t realized that up to this point.

You let out a strangled gasp as he pulled his hand away completely, the loss of him hitting like a slap.

Your eyes snapped open, blazing, but he only grinned, slow, dark and victorious. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked your arousal off of them, tasting you with a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Not yet.” He mouthed silently, calm and collected, like nothing was happening between the two of you seconds ago.

And with that he was gone. Left you trembling. Aching. Unsatisfied. And that’s exactly what he wanted, for now.

Just in time he’d left the bathroom, a woman stepped out of the stall a few feet across from you, a knowing smirk on her lips as she headed to the sink next to you to wash your hands.

“I didn’t mean to ruin it, I’m sorry” She apologized quickly before leaving the bathroom.

After the woman left, you took a moment to collect yourself, but it was useless. Your heart was still racing and your legs still felt like jelly. You splashed some water on your face and smoothed your dress in a vain attempt to shake off the way your body was still humming for him.

The bass of the music vibrated through the floor as you stepped out of the bathroom, but it might as well have been white noise. Your body still hadn’t caught up with reality.

Your lips felt swollen, your skin hypersensitive, and your dress - God, your dress - still bunched slightly where his hands had been.

You adjusted it quickly once again, forcing your legs to carry you back into the party. Back into the world where none of it had happened. Where you hadn’t just let Bill Skarsgard fuck you with his fingers and leave you craving more.

“There you are!”

A familiar voice snapped you out of your daze and you turned just in time for William to grab your arm and tug you toward a booth where the rest of your group had gathered.

You slid in, hoping no one would notice the stupid look on your face.

But of course your hope was short-lived. The moment they laid their eyes on you, they stopped their conversation.

“Alright, spill” Amanda demanded.

“Spill what?” You tried to run from it but they’d never let you.

“Oh please,” she scoffed. “Your hair looks like someone had a very good time pulling on it”

“Not to mention your lipstick and that angry mark on your neck” Jonathan added.

Laughter bubbled inside you, half nerves, half amusement. You shook your head, but it didn’t matter. They weren’t letting this go.

“You little minx,” William teased, shaking his head in faux disappointment “We let you out of sight for like what? 10 minutes…”

“More like 30” Jonathan corrected.

“… And you come back looking like a plot-twist”

“Oh come on” You rolled your eyes and took a sip of a drink they offered you, your cheeks still feeling hot with their inquisition.

But the worst was still about to come.

“Who was it?” William deadpanned.

“Was it him?” Amanda suggested without a name, but everyone knew who she was implying.

“Who?” You tried and failed once again.

“We’re not stupid, you know?” Jonathan rolled his eyes and then the three of them had their gazes fixed somewhere beyond you, and you didn’t need to look to know who it was.

But you did it anyway.

Bill’s gaze was already waiting. Dark. Intense. Amused.

It dragged slowly down your face, lingering at your lips like he could still feel them beneath his own. Then lower, a knowing flicker of his eyes over the shadow blooming on your neck before they snapped back up to your eyes.

You inhaled sharply and your friends noticed.

“Holy shit” William whispered, eyes darting between the two of you.

“I knew it,” Amanda breathed, victorious.

“Just stop it, you guys are ridiculous” Your cheeks burned in embarrassment but you ended up joining their laughter eventually.

As the night finally wound down, your friends gathered their things, still chuckling amongst themselves, throwing you the occasional knowing glance.

You exhaled, relieved to be moving on before they could push further.

But then you felt a shadow looming beside you and you knew who it was straight away. You looked up and his gaze was softer now, but no less dangerous. Still dark. Still amused.

“Leaving already?” Bill’s voice was smooth, a hint of something playful beneath it.

William snorted. “Yeah, before the sexual tension between you two starts charging us cover”

Amanda and Jonathan barely stifled their laughter.

You wanted to sink into the floor. Instead, you forced a smirk.

Bill leaned in, hands still tucked in his pockets, utterly unbothered. “Actually,” he mused, gaze flicking toward your friends before landing back on you, “I was wondering if you guys could borrow her real quick”

Your stomach flipped.

Amanda raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Real quick?”

Bill barely blinked. “Yeah, obviously, I just need to talk to her for a second.”

A beat of silence. Then William cackled. “Oh, that is the worst excuse I’ve ever heard.”

Jonathan shook his head. “If you’re gonna steal her just do it for once.”

Amanda smirked, nudging you.

You sighed dramatically, crossing your arms. “I guess we do have a lot to talk about.”

Bill smirked. “We really do.”

William rolled his eyes. “Unbelievable. Just go.”

Jonathan waved you off. “We’ll see you tomorrow. That is if you can walk.”

“Oh, she won't” Bill retorted, earning their laughter in return.

Your entire face burned, but Bill only chuckled, guiding you toward the exit with an easy and possessive hand at your lower back.

Your friends’ laughter followed you out the door. And then, once you were out of sight, Bill’s voice dropped to something lower, something meant just for you.

“You didn’t actually think I was letting you leave without me, did you?”

Bill’s hand brushed your back as you both stepped outside, the night air hit you, making your skin tingle, but it didn’t compare to the electricity between you two.

The Uber pulled up, and Bill opened the door with a casual grace, following you in before closing it with a soft click. The space between you felt small, suffocating, his gaze fixed on you, warm but intense, as his left hand landed on your thigh, unable not to touch you.

The car ride felt too long, the silence too heavy, until finally, the hotel came into view. In the elevator, you could feel the weight of his gaze on you, the air thick with unspoken words.

The moment the doors opened on the top floor, he moved ahead, unlocking his room and then stepping aside, giving you the darkest of smiles.

“After you”

Closer - Bill Skarsgard x Reader (+18)

(The images above don’t belong to me, I only found them on Pinterest, all credits belong to their owner)

Author’s note:

Hello everyone, tiktok edits have been doing wonders to my imagination lately so I decided to bring this small idea I had to life, I hope you enjoy it!

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Disclaimers:

Explicit mentions of smut.

English is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes I eventually skipped while proof-reading it.

Bill Skarsgard is a real person, but nothing in this story is, it was all made up in my head.

Requests with Bill and Eric Draven are open, so feel free to reach out in my dm!

If you enjoy the story, please leave a comment, like and/or reblog ir, I really appreciate it and your feedback is what gives me the fuel to keep writing ❤️❤️❤️

WC: 1.5K

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The flash of cameras painted the night bright, relentless. Y/N stood a step behind her husband, her expression serene, composed, practiced to perfection. But inside? She was starving.

Y/N was in a dress that left very little room for imagination. Black satin, backless, halter neckline drawing the eye to her collarbones and the delicate dip between them. It clung to her waist, skimmed her hips, and opened up into a high slit that made it criminal for her to move too quickly. Elegant. Sexy. Just dangerous enough. Her hair was up, only a few loose curls framing her face, neck bare, skin glowing under the lights.

Bill moved through the crowd with that quiet confidence that made people stop mid-sentence just to watch him pass. He didn’t chase attention, he didn’t need to. Every autograph he signed, every brief glance he gave, every question he answered it was all so casual, so effortless.

She admired how he spoke, but what undid her were the little things he didn’t even realize he was doing. The subtle roll of his shoulders as he shifted from foot to foot, how the muscles in his jaw flexed slightly when he was thinking. The occasional scrape of his teeth against his bottom lip when he smiled.

To make things worse, he looked impossibly handsome tonight. His suit fitted like it had been made with only him in mind, hugging his broad shoulders and narrow waist perfectly, and its color, a chocolate-brown, highlighted his beautiful green eyes.

Y/N had a special obsession with his hands though. When he gestured mid-interview, fingers slightly splayed, palm up, she stared longer than she meant to. She couldn’t help it, it was like her body remembered before her brain could catch up. The way those hands had gripped her hips the night before, pressing her down into the sheets while she arched up into him, half-crying from how good he felt inside her. The way his thumb had circled her clit, slow and heavy, like he had all the time in the world. The way he had held her throat, not to hurt her, but to own her when she shattered around him.

Her thighs discreetly pressed together. God, if she could just grab him by the collar and pull him behind the nearest curtain, she would. Let them hear. Let them wonder.

He moved again, flashing a small smile at a reporter, head tilting in that way he did when he was listening intently. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. Just a quick thing, thoughtless. But again it hit her like a goddamn truck and her stomach twisted with need.

She could barely breathe from how much she wanted him. And then his eyes found hers, for just one second, maybe two. He met her stare and let his gaze fall to the slit in her dress and then rise to her red lips, earning her a small smirk that lasted for only a beat on his own before he drove his attention back to the journalists.

It was a warning. Bill knew exactly what she had in mind, he could feel it coming from her by the way her eyes were practically burning holes in him.

Y/N swallowed hard, looking away before she did something reckless. Like dropping to her knees and choking on his cock in front of everyone.

The premiere dragged on, just like the after party. Y/N usually enjoyed attending those events, but tonight she just wanted to go home.

She felt like she was glowing from the inside out. Not from the camera flashes, not from the praise and polite greetings whispered to her like she was some rare thing by the people they passed, but from the sheer, unrelenting desire pulling at every nerve in her body. Her skin felt tight, her breath shallow behind the soft smile she kept perfectly in place. She mingled when needed, answered questions when spoken to, posed at his side like she belonged there. But her eyes kept drifting back to him. Always.

Bill leaned against the balcony rail, listening to someone with his usual poise, nodding occasionally, one hand in his pocket, the other loosely holding a whiskey glass. And all she could think about was how those fingers felt inside her, lazily curling as he watched her fall apart, the low murmur of his voice talking her through every wave of it, “I know, baby, I know” - the memory of his own words making her shiver.

God, she was going to combust.

She caught him watching her again once or twice, ever for long, just long enough to make her burn.

By the time the party began to thin out and goodbyes were being exchanged, she was practically vibrating. His hand landed at the small of her back as they left, a light touch, gentlemanly. But even that was enough to make her stomach flip.

The car was waiting and Bill opened the passenger door for her, flashing her that look again, one that only just hinted at what was underneath. She slid in, crossed her legs slowly, and caught the slight hitch in his breath as her thigh peeked through the slit of her dress again.

Once on the road, silence filled the car and felt like a time ticking bomb ready to explode.

Y/N stared at him, at the way his long fingers wrapped firmly around the steering wheel, the way the tendons in his hand shifted slightly and the way his signature rings eventually glimmered under the street lights.

Her eyes dropped to his lips and her thoughts wandered to how that mouth, currently unspeaking, had worshiped every inch of her body.

His jaw was tight, his focus locked on the road. But it wasn’t the kind of concentration that came from needing to drive carefully, it was something else. She could feel it. How his entire body was wired for tension and calm at the same time, like a wolf in a tuxedo.

That control, that restraint. Despite his stoic poise, she knew he was also struggling and maybe, just maybe, if he wasn’t a public person, he’d pull the car over and have his way with her right on the street. The big bulge strained by his pants only confirmed that.

She couldn’t look away.

Her fingers curled tightly in her lap and she bit her bottom lip, trying to ground herself. Trying not to let the sound of the engine rumbling beneath them feed into the fantasy playing out in her head. One where he’d bend her over and fuck her senseless. She swallowed, hard.

“We’re almost home.” He glanced at her sideways with a knowing smirk.

His voice was low and casual, almost amused. Y/N didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her mouth had gone dry the moment he moved his free hand to adjust his cock inside his pants.

She clenched her thighs, barely breathing, her pulse thudding loud in her ears. His scent drifted over with every breath of shared air, clean skin, expensive cologne, a trace of smoke and something so uniquely him that always made her ache.

She reached for the hem of her dress, smoothing it slowly along her thigh as if that would somehow help. It didn’t. Nothing could help the wildfire under her skin now.

One of Bill’s hands rested on her left thigh, squeezing it slightly and she nearly whimpered.

He didn’t look at her, not yet. Just sat there, completely composed, his thumb drawing small circles on her skin.

By the time they reached their house, she was trembling.

He parked, cut the engine and then he turned in his seat, one hand resting on the wheel, the other still on her thigh, green eyes meeting hers with deliberate slowness as he gave her a tight squeeze.

She stared back at him, pupils blown wide, lips parted, dress riding scandalously high as he leaned in just enough that his voice came out in a demanding whisper.

“Inside.”

That was all he said, but it was all she needed.

She didn’t wait for him to open her door. Y/N stepped out on shaky legs, the night air doing nothing to cool the fever burning beneath her skin. Bill was already rounding the car, his movements controlled but urgent, tension humming off of him in waves.

The front door clicked shut behind them and then came the sound: his belt hitting the floor.

She turned to look at him and in two strides, he had her pinned against the wall, one hand in her hair, the other gripping her thigh and dragging it up around his waist. His mouth hovered just over hers, breath hot, eyes dark, chest rising hard against her.

“You think I didn’t notice the way you were looking at me all night?”

His hand slid higher up her thigh, fingers grazing dangerously close to where she was already dripping for him.

“The way your eyes begged me to bend you over the nearest surface and fuck you until you forgot your own name?”

She whimpered when pressed his hips into hers.

“Now I’m going to do every filthy thing I’ve been thinking about since the second you stepped out in that dress…”

He paused, his breath catching slightly as he looked at her, devouring her with his eyes.

“And I won’t stop until you can’t remember what it feels like not to be full of me.”

Delulu to the point of getting my nails done weekly just in case I meet Pedro Pascal on the street (ofc it's a joke but what if ik, gotta keep them pretty)

Bite Me - Eric Draven (AU) x Reader | Part. 4

(The gif above does not belong to me, all credits belong to its owner)

Summary:

They were childhood rivals who hadn’t spoken in years, until a wedding reunion throws them back into each other’s orbit. With tension simmering beneath every glance, one weekend turns into a series of unexpected moments, sharp words, and almosts that linger long after the party ends. But when fate keeps bringing them back together, the line between hate and something far more irresistible begins to blur.

Author’s note:

Two posts in a day, that’s a record for me! I hope you enjoy this chapter, let me know what you think it’s happening between them, I’ll see you in the next one!!

Tags: @malenoradgn @muchwita @a-differentbrandof-beans

Masterlist

Disclaimers:

As the story progresses I’ll let you know if the chapters have any sensitive topics beforehand.

This story will have smut scenes in the future, but you’ll be warned!

English is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes I eventually skipped while proof-reading it.

This is AU Eric Draven!!!

End of Author’s note.

His lips were softer than she’d imagined, warm and impossibly slow at first, like he was learning her mouth one breath at a time. The moment she kissed him, the rest of the world blurred. Nothing else mattered except the taste of him and the way one of his hands slid into her hair pulling her closer.

His other hand slid from her waist to her lower back, pulling her under him with both tenderness and possession that made her breath catch. The mattress shifted, creaked beneath the slow, deliberate press of his body on top of hers.

His mouth claimed hers with a hunger she’d never imagined he’d show her. Not like this. Not to her. She gasped into the kiss, and he swallowed the sound, his hand slipping beneath the hem of her shirt to feel her soft skin under his touch. Her legs parted, welcoming the weight of him between them, and his hips sank lower, grinding slowly into hers like he wanted to give her a small taste of how he’d do it.

She moaned at the feeling of his bulge against her core and he kissed her harder. His teeth grazed her bottom lip. She arched beneath him, fingers twisting into his hair as the kiss turned desperate, messy, real. Way too real.

“Y/N.” 

Eric’s voice was distant, but then when he called her again it got clearer.

“Y/N.”

Her eyes snapped open and reality crashed over her. The room was still, quiet, lightly illuminated by the first shy rays of sun coming from behind the curtains. Her pulse thundered in her ears. Her chest rose and fell too fast.

She turned her head and found him there. Propped up on one elbow beside her. His green eyes were filled with concern and his free hand rested on her waist just like in the beginning of her dream.

“You okay?” Eric whispered lowly, voice hoarse with sleep.

“W-what? Why?” Was all she could muster as she too was trying to understand what was real and what wasn’t.

“You were calling my name,” he said, voice lower now, gentle. “Kinda like… you were out of breath.”

She blinked and her eyes widened. Her lips still tingled and she could feel her cheeks getting beet-red at the realization that she was having a wet dream with Eric, and to make things even worse, she was calling for him in real life.

She tried to answer, but the words stuck somewhere between her chest and throat.

He watched her for a beat, brows drawing together. “Nightmare?”

No, she thought. Worse. She gave a small shake of her head and tugged at her blanket at the same time she squeezed her legs together, trying - and failing - to dull the ache between them. “No. Just… Weird dream.”

Eric was way too sleepy to read deeper into the situation, so he just gave up on pushing any further and laid back down, getting ready to sleep again.

Y/N laid frozen under the covers long after Eric’s breathing slowed again beside her.

The dream clung to her like smoke, curling into the corners of her mind no matter how hard she tried to shake it. Every time she closed her eyes, she could still feel the weight of him, the heat between their bodies, the way he kissed her like he wanted to devour her.

And god, at that very moment she wanted to be devoured by him.

The rest of the weekend blurred in a mess. She tried to act normal, or whatever that meant, but something had changed. In the way she didn’t get angry anymore when she caught him looking at her, in the way she now wanted to be seen by him and, specially, in the way she now waited eagerly for their next argument just to have him making a sassy, flirty remark towards her.

She was turning into what she swore, since high school, she’d never become: one of those Eric obsessed girls, and she hated herself when she realized that.

She’d laugh too loudly when someone else made a joke, just to fill the tension.

That dream made something shift inside of her. She was always aware that Eric affected her somehow, and she always thought it was some kind of negative and hurtful way, until that very fucking dream.

Now, she wasn’t so sure. 

And the worst part? He hadn’t changed. Not really. He was still cocky, infuriating, annoyingly charming. He still knew exactly how to push her buttons and smirk when she snapped back. But somewhere between their silent stares and the tight corners of shared space, something else had started to simmer.

Or maybe it had always been there. Maybe the hate was just smoke and this was the fire.

On the last morning, she packed her things in silence. Eric was in the kitchen with the others, half-listening to a story someone was telling, coffee mug in hand, hair still a mess from sleep. He laughed at something, and the sound twisted something low in her stomach. God, she hated him. She hated how good he looked when he was relaxed like that, completely unaware of the chaos he left behind in her head.

She said her goodbyes, lingering with Alex since it would be the last time in a long time they’d see each other, and then jumped into her car, eager to get away from that house, from him and the dream that still haunted her.

By the time she pulled into her apartment’s garage, she felt like she’d been holding her breath the whole way back.

She threw her bag in the corner of the room and collapsed onto her bed without changing. The sheets were cold. Nothing like the heat of that shared bed, or the ghost of a touch, or the promise of a kiss that had only existed in her mind, but felt more real than anything she’d known in a long time.

She must have been ovulating. It was the only plausible reason for her hyperfixation. The ovulation period did wonders to a woman’s mind and dignity so once it was gone she’d go back to normal, to despising his existence.

At least, that’s what she told herself.

But later that night, when she stepped out of the shower, hair dripping, skin flushed and warm, she caught herself doing another thing she swore she wouldn’t.

She checked her phone.

No messages. No missed calls. No Eric.

She didn’t even have his number and he didn’t have hers, so it was obviously an impossible scenario.

Still, her fingers hovered over her screen like she expected something to appear. Something impulsive. Like did you sleep better without me? Or next time, try not to moan my name so loud when you dream about me.

She dropped the phone face-down on the bed, cursed under her breath. This wasn’t her. She didn’t dream about boys who used to make her life hell. She didn’t want them to do it all over again.

And yet, when she closed her eyes that night, he was already there, behind her eyelids, waiting for her in her sheets, marking her skin.

I’m currently reading “Lights Out” by Navessa Allen, picturing Bill as “Josh” and I think I might have a new level of brain damage at this point, this book is so fucking delicious I think I’ll just explode spontaneously at any moment 😮‍💨🤤🥵