Video Games - Dad!Bill Skarsgard X Reader

Temptation - Part 1

Till’s POV

I took a large gulp of my whiskey as a beautiful stripper went down the main pole with her legs wide open to the sound of Marilyn Manson’s “Tainted Love” right in front of me. The purple stage lights highlighted her toned curves and her outfit: a white latex swimsuit with a large V cleavage that ended at her belly button and white cutout high heels. She was hot, really hot, probably one of the hottest girls I’ve ever seen and I’ve seen a lot. The way she glanced at the men watching her while she danced - me included -, her eyes full of devilish intentions, the way she sucked in her bottom lip and ran her hands over her body in a provocative way, that girl knew exactly what she was doing, a pure seduction machine. Of course I was there to see half-naked women, but I wasn’t expecting to get so hard and so infatuated by this new woman. She was just a stripper for god’s sake.

Sadly her performance soon came to an end. Following her with my eyes, I watched her boss call and lead her to the VIP session where another man was having the pleasure of watching her dance just for him and I wish I was that lucky man.

I drank the last of my whiskey, pushed her away from my thoughts and went home. I can’t believe I was getting jealous over a stripper, all I needed to do was to get back to that same stripclub another time if I wanted to watch her again.

A couple of days went by and my best friend Robert called me over to his house for some drinks, his daughter he hadn’t seen in a long time was finally visiting him. She lived in another country with her mother and he always had to visit her, but now she was finally here and he couldn’t be happier and seeing my friend happy made me happy as well.

“Good evening, Till!” Robert greeted me enthusiastically with a hug.

“Good evening, my friend, I guess it’s not necessary to ask how are you doing right?” We both giggled as we stepped inside his house.

“My baby is home, nothing can make me sad!” He led us to his living room and I sat on the brown leather armchair by the rock fireplace as he poured us his favorite expensive Scotch.

“And how are things going with your daughter?”

“Great! She’s now in college and she’s grown into a beautiful woman, it makes me nervous to think that men might be chasing after her already”

“Already? How old is she?”

“21”

I laughed.

“Please, buddy, 21? It’s about time for men to chase after her isn’t it?”

“Yeah I know, but she’s my baby forever, I can’t bear thinking about this stuff”

“You gotta a point there that’s why I won’t judge you”

“I know you won’t” He replied as we heard some steps coming down his wooden stairs “Oh, Y/N! Come meet my best friend Till!” He leaned back towards the stairs on his armchair calling her.

“I’ll be right there, dad! I forgot my purse, just a minute!” She yelled from the second floor and soon we heard her coming down the stairs again.

Oh fuck.

I almost dropped my glass when I saw her. It was her. The hot stripper, right in front of me, and she’s my best friend’s daughter. Holy fuck.

She went straight to her dad to give him a quick hug before she acknowledged my presence and froze on her tracks. Her eyes widened as she probably had recognized me as one of her stripclub’s clients, her beautiful face silently begging me to keep her secret away from her father.

“Hey, I’m Y/N, nice to meet you” She finally spoke, breaking the awkward silence that lasted for only a couple of seconds, but felt like a whole hour in the room, while Robert was completely unaware of what was happening.

“Nice to meet you too, I’m Till” I took a large gulp of my scotch as she fixed the purse on her shoulder.

“Dad, I’m going out with some new friends I’ve made, okay? Don’t wait up” She said sweetly and he nodded.

“Have fun, love”

“Thanks dad” She already had her hand on the front door’s knob “Bye, Till”

She looked at me one last time, her eyes begging once again for me to keep her secret.

“Bye, Y/N”

For the rest of the night I couldn’t pay attention to a word Robert said. That couldn’t be happening, that couldn’t be his daughter, what a sad coincidence. As much as part of me felt like I should tell him about his daughter’s secret getaways, another told me to keep it to myself and I decided to stick with it. He loved her too much and would be thoroughly disappointed if he found out his little daughter was a vixen at night.

But I felt bad, bad for not being honest with him and even worse for lusting on his daughter. Fuck!

“Till?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I got carried away with some stuff I’ve gotta do tomorrow” Liar.

“Nevermind, are you coming to my birthday party at my Lake Walchensee house this weekend?”

“Of course I am”

“Perfect! I’ll text you the details later”

The next day couldn’t have gone by any slower than it did. I was completely unproductive and absolutely stressed by it. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Every woman I saw on the street I thought was her, I mean, I wish it was her. How could I be so obsessed with a stripper to the point I couldn’t focus on my job? And that stripper being my best friend's daughter! I shouldn’t be thinking about her at all, I never meant to cross that line.

Why was she a stripper? Robert was a wealthy man and I knew he sent her a good amount of money every month. And why did I have to go to that specific stripclub on that specific damn night? 

I needed to talk to her, I needed answers, I needed a way out of this obsession. And that’s how I found myself sitting in a private VIP room at that same stripclub later that night, waiting for her as patiently as I could. It was a small room, dimly lit by pink, purple and red lights that changed along to the beat of the songs being played. It had a black leather loveseat on the corner, a comfortable cushioned chair where I was sitting, a pole in the middle of the room and right in front of the chair and a floor to ceiling mirror behind the pole.

I was nervous, I shouldn’t be here. Not for the reason I was here.

The door on my right finally opened and there she was. Her delicious flowerish parfum invaded my senses as her taunting beauty came into my sight in a mouth watering dark red lace lingerie set with garters and red high heels on her feet. I was astonished and completely hard just by looking at her.

“What are you doing here?” She asked calmly yet a little alarmed as she rested her back against the door with her hands on the lock, ready to get out.

“You” Her eyes widened at my extremely honest answer “I think we need to talk” I said as laidback as I could.

“I’m listening” She locked the door and giggled as she swayed her hips and walked behind me, her fingertips running from one of my shoulders to the other as she circled me and took her place by the pole.

“Why are you here?” I asked, trying not to sound judgemental.

“For fun. I’m an exibicionist in case you haven’t noticed” She smiled seductively “But you don’t need to worry for him…” She started pole dancing for me in the sexiest and most provocative way possible to Arctic Monkeys’ “Do I Wanna Know”, the lyrics matching almost perfectly to my current situation as my eyes traveled down between her spread legs on the floor.

She arched her back and laid on the floor with her legs still open for me and her slender fingers slid over the thin fabric covering her pussy before she closed them slowly and back rolled, sensually landing on her heels on a squat as she ruffled her hair with her hands and jerked her hips forward like she was grinding with the air.

“I don’t get involved with clients” She got up circling the pole and stopped in front of me, her back turned to me as she slid her hands down the pole and bent over showing off her beautiful ass for me “I’m just a dancer, there’s no harm in dancing…”

She turned her body back to me and squatted down, getting on her knees, her eyes never breaking their contact with mine.

“Does he know his little girl is a stripper?” She chuckled at my question and spread my legs apart by my knees with a devilish grin.

Her eyes were on my painfully hard cock hidden by my dark jeans as she leaned in closer to me, her lips almost brushing my raging bulge as she made her way up my body and whispered on my ear:

“Does he know his best friend is paying for a private session with her?” 

I gulped at her comeback as she slowly ran her hands on my inner thighs getting dangerously close to where I wanted her to touch me the most. But just as her fingers brushed close to my crotch, she stopped.

“Does he know how hard his best friend is because of her?”

Chills ran down my spine as her lips brushed against my earlobe.

“Now keep in mind the rules, Till” She slid her fingertips along my jaw, lightly lifting my chin connecting your eyes again as our noses brushed “You can look, but you can’t touch”

She took her position behind me and slid her hands down my shoulders, caressing my arms as we looked at each other through the mirror in front of us. She slid her hands back up my arms and shoulder and then down my chest and abs lazily.

“But do you want me to touch you, Till?” She purred seductively and I flinched as her fingers reached my belt and caressed my thighs once again, skipping my painfully hard erection on purpose.

That girl was going to be the death of me.

She got back in front of me, wrapped her arms around my neck and straddled me, rolling her hips to grind against my cock making me gasp with the friction. She repeated the same motion but this time pulling me closer, bringing my face dangerously close to her breasts while both my hands gripped the chair trying not to touch her at my own will, she was the temptation in flesh and bone.

She got off of me, turned around and stood between my open legs, swaying her hips to the floor as she placed her hands on my thighs for extra support. She swayed her hips back up and hovered her ass right above my boner, moving it in circles before she grinded against me like she was riding me in a reverse cowgirl position.

“Fuck” 

It escaped my lips as I was dizzy with lust, my eyes were glued to the image of her ass rubbing against me and my mind was overwhelmed by all the sinful things I could do to her while she arched back to rest her head on my shoulder as she slid up and down between my legs.

“Time’s up”

A robotic voice echoed in the room and she immediately composed herself and walked nonchalantly to the exit door.

“I’ll see you at the Walchensee, Till” 

I let a huge sigh out of my lungs as I parked my car in front of Robert’s lake house. I could survive for two days around Y/N, couldn’t I? I mean, I have no intention of doing anything and I’m sure she’s not doing anything either because not only her father, but also her stepmom was there.

Everything was going to be just fine.

I took my stuff to their spare room on the second floor as everyone got all the details ready for the party. Robert was checking on the drinks and instructing the staff he hired, Heidi - his wife - was checking on the decorations and DJ set and Y/N was in the kitchen finishing up the cupcakes.

“Can someone help me please?” I heard Y/N calling from the kitchen as I went down the stairs.

“What do you need?” I answered her as I made my way to the kitchen, Robert nodding thankfully to me as he talked to the party staff in the living room.

“Could you please help me stack them up on these cupcake displays?” She asked as she finished frosting some chocolate cupcakes.

“Sure, how do you want it?”

“Chocolate and strawberry on this one and vanilla and pistachio on that one, thank you, Till” She smiled politely giving me a quick glance before returning to her task.

As she finished the cupcakes she watched me stack them up just how she ordered and she seemed happy with the final result.

“Here, try one” She brought a strawberry cupcake close to my lips and I took a bite of it as she watched my reaction apprehensively.

“Oh my God” I exclaimed. That cupcake was so fucking perfect.

“What?” She looked frightened at my reaction.

“This is so delicious!”

“Damn, Till! I thought they were terrible by the way you reacted!” She laughed and took a bite of the same cupcake, smearing the corner of her mouth with frosting.

Before I could think it through, my hand automatically cupped her jaw and I cleaned the frosting with my thumb. Being the devil she was, she locked her eyes with mine and captured by thumb with her soft lips, sucking it teasingly, her eyes challenging me as I forgot for a couple of seconds we were at her dad’s house and slid my hand down her neck, choking her, my unexpected move forcing a small whimper out of her lips.

“Are you sure you want to tease me here?” I asked as I let go of her neck.

“What can I say? I love the thrill…”

“We can’t do this, I can’t do this” I exhaled as I turned my back to her and grabbed a glass of water, desperately trying to think of anything else other than bending her over that kitchen island and fucking her right then and there.

“You know what they say, the stolen fruit is the sweetest” She stood by my side and slid her hand up my thigh, her fingers brushing against my hard cock intentionally.

“I’m going to hell for this…”

“We are going to hell, Till”

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

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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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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 🥰

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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”

Bite Me - Eric Draven (AU) x Reader | Part. 6

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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:

I have a few random ideas for this chapter, but the song "Southbound" by Artemas just stuck to my head and I followed down that path... If you're into listeting to something while reading, that's the song I recommend.

That chapter is a little longer, I hope you all enjoy it (let me know in the comments).

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

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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!!!

If you enjoy this, please let me know if I should continue this, your feedback is precious for me 🫶🏻

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The engine growled beneath her, the vibration rattled through her bones and settled somewhere low in her stomach. Eric revved it once, and she knew he did it just to make her grip him tighter.

Her arms instinctively locked around his torso, and god, he felt solid. Her palms slid across his chest and abs, the muscle beneath his t-shirt hard and chiseled, radiating heat as she held on tighter.

She pressed closer, not because she had to, but because she wanted to. Another rev, this one louder and sharper. He leaned into a turn and she clung to him, hands fisting his t-shirt and legs tightening on either side of the bike.

“Asshole,” she muttered under her breath, it wasn’t loud enough for him to hear, but she could swear she felt him smirk even though she couldn’t see it.

A few minutes later Eric parked in front of a building that looked like it should’ve been condemned years ago. No lights in the windows, no signs. Just black-painted brick and a nondescript steel door set into the wall.

She yanked the helmet off, brow furrowing. “What is this place?’”

Eric didn’t answer. He was already at the door, knocking twice, then once more with a rhythm that made her raise an eyebrow. It creaked open and a man on the other side glanced at Eric, then stepped aside to let them in.

The inside of the building told a totally different story from its outside.

Golden lights bathed the space in warmth, casting a glow over shelves lined with colorful bottles of liquor behind the bar. In the far corner, a pool table sat under a single swinging bulb. A few people lingered by the bar, but it was far from packed.

She stepped in cautiously, eyes adjusting. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting this.”

“I knew you’d be surprised.” He said, already heading towards the bar. “Pick your poison.”

She joined him, perching on the stool beside him as she ordered two shots of jägerbomb. When the bartender brought them over, she slid one towards Eric and held hers up in a silent toast.

“To the truce,” he said, eyes never leaving hers.

She hesitated a beat, then tapped her glass against his. “Temporary, so don’t get used to it.”

The shot burned in the best way and settled like heat in her chest.

“You play?” he asked, nodding toward the pool table.

“I’m decent,” she said, standing. “But if you’re looking for an ego boost, I can fake being worse.”

He laughed, a deep, genuine sound that caught her off-guard. “You faking anything tonight wouldn’t be a first.”

She gave him a look but didn’t push back. Instead, she grabbed a cue and chalked it.

They started playing and he was good, like really good. But she held her own. There was something strangely intimate about it. The quiet moments between the shots, the way he watched her move around the table, the low chuckle he let out when she sank a difficult shot. 

Between turns, their conversation unfolded in pieces, little glimpses into the years they’d missed. She told him about the cities she’d lived in, the jobs that didn’t stick, the one that finally did. He mentioned his own adventures, his move back to town, the business he was starting with a friend. 

It wasn’t heavy or overly sentimental, just real and honest. She found herself laughing more than she expected, leaning into the way he spoke with his hands, how his expressions hadn’t changed much since they were teenagers. 

The tension was still there, always simmering, but now it wasn’t combative, it was easy, almost natural.

At one point, she leaned over the table to take a shot, body aligned with her target, hips angled just right. The air shifted behind her, she couldn’t see him, but she could feel him and the way his eyes traced her unapologetic. 

“You always bend like that when you’re trying to distract the competition?” His voice came low from behind her, nearly brushing her ear.

Her lips twitched, but she didn’t look back. “Only when the competition’s dumb enough to fall for it.”

“Hmm.” He was closer now. She could feel it in the way the hairs on her neck stood up. “Guess I’m losing, then.”

She made the shot clean, straight into the pocket, and stood slowly. Their eyes met, and everything between them tightened.

His hand brushed her hip as he stepped past her, his touch barely there, not enough to start something, just enough to remind her he could, and she didn’t move away.

“Lucky,” he said.

“Skilled,” she corrected.

The game wound down not long after, both of them trading points back and forth with silent, crackling focus. He won, but barely. One ball left on the table when he sank the eight.

She shook her head as he straightened up, smug. “Should’ve distracted you harder.”

Eric's grin turned wicked as he stepped in close, his voice a low murmur meant only for her.

“If you’d distracted me any harder,” he said, eyes dipping briefly to her lips as his knuckles caressed her cheeks, “the game wouldn’t have made it to the end.”

He let the implication hang in the air between them, heavy and charged. For a second, neither of them moved. Then, with a flick of his head, he broke the spell.

“Come on,” he said, already turning towards a door at the back of the bar. “There’s more.”

She followed, pulse quickening as the sound of the bar faded behind them. The hallway was narrow, the music thrumming louder with each step until they reached a staircase that curved down into the dark.

The descent was like stepping into another world. The bass hit her first, deep and pulsing, syncing with her heartbeat. The space below was darker, more intimate, washed in red and violet light. People moved on the floor like smoke, bodies pressed together, energy crackling in the air.

He led her through the crowd, his hand finding hers without asking. She let it. Let him pull her onto the floor as the beat shifted, slow and heavy.

She moved closer on instinct. He met her there, arms low on her hips, their bodies already swaying. The music soaked into her bones, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she stopped thinking.

They hadn’t even been dancing that long and she was already overheating. Not from the beat or the crowd or the alcohol. From him.

Her back pressed to his chest, and she could feel everything. The rhythm flowing through both of them like a shared heartbeat, every breath, every shift in his hips. His hands rested low on her waist, firm, possessive, thumbs hooked in her skirt’s belt loops keeping and pulling her closer.

Y/N closed her eyes, letting the beat pull her in. Her hips swayed side to side, slow and hypnotic, brushing against him in light, teasing passes. Each time she rolled back, she felt the slight hitch in his breath, the way his body tensed just a little tighter.

Until she did it on purpose. A slow, deliberate roll of her hips and her ass pressed flush against him, grinding back in a smooth, sinuous rhythm that made contact unavoidable.

His hands clamped down on her waist in a warning grip. His fingers dug into her sides, not painful, but enough to remind her of exactly who was behind her. She felt the shift in him instantly, how his restraint cracked, how his body responded before his brain could stop it. There was no space between them anymore. Just heat.

He leaned in, his mouth brushing her ear, breath hot and uneven.

“You keep doing that,” he rasped, voice rough with want, “and I’m forgetting we’re in public.” His grip tightened and her pulse stuttered. “And I’ve got a feeling you won’t stop me.”

His nose skimmed the curve of her jaw, lips ghosting over her skin without touching, like he was savoring how close he could get without crossing that final line. She swallowed hard, but didn’t stop moving. 

He was right, she wouldn’t stop him from doing whatever he had in mind, but she wasn’t going to say that out loud. Instead, she let her head fall back, her head resting on his chest, letting her weight settle against him in a silent dare as his hands slid up her sides.

He let out the softest groan, barely audible over the music, but she felt it, deep in his chest, vibrating through her spine. Her eyes fluttered shut.

Then he turned her around in one smooth pull, one of his hands still gripping her waist, keeping their bodies still flush as the other slid up her back as their eyes locked.

Their bodies fit too easily, too well. His thigh slotted between hers, her hands found his shoulders, then the back of his neck, fingers curling just enough to make him breathe a little harder.

Chest to chest, heat curled between them like it had a will of its own. She tilted her head up slightly, breath mingling in the narrow space between their mouths.

Eric’s gaze flicked down to her lips.“Don’t look at me like that…” 

“Like what?” She blinked up at him, all faux innocence, lashes low and mouth curving like she knew exactly what she was doing.

His voice dipped lower, rough with restraint. “Like you actually don’t give a damn who’s watching”

She tilted her chin, trying to steady herself, trying to keep some kind of upper hand as her pulse hammered beneath her skin. “You think I’m scared of you?”

“No,” he said, the hand on her spine pressing her even closer. “I think you’re scared of how bad you want me.”

Her breath caught and her lips parted on instinct. She hated that he was right and hated how easily his words slid beneath her skin, curling low and electric in her belly.

He dipped his head, slowly, like giving her a chance to pull away. She didn’t. Her eyes fell to his lips, drawn in by gravity and heat. His hand tightened at her back, anchoring her there as his mouth hovered just over hers, so close she could feel the shape of it in the air.

Her lashes fluttered. Her hands tightened at the back of his neck. He didn’t kiss her yet, he lingered, like he was savoring the anticipation. Like he wanted her to feel every second of it.

His nose brushed hers, soft and intimate. His thumb traced the curve of her spine in slow, grounding circles. Her heart slammed against her ribs as she leaned up into him, lips parting slightly, chasing contact she wasn’t even sure he’d give.

Her eyes drifted shut and she felt him breathe her in, until -

“Yo, Eric!”

A voice cut clean through the moment like a knife. 

Eric didn’t move for a beat, his breath caught between them, jaw clenched tight as if he were physically forcing himself not to finish what he started. He pulled back just a fraction, just enough to break the spell, but not enough to give her space.

Y/N blinked, heart slamming against her ribs. Her lips still tingled from a kiss that hadn’t even happened. The interruption felt almost indecent, like being yanked from a dream too fast.

Eric’s head turned slowly toward the voice, irritation sharp in the line of his jaw. She followed his gaze just in time to catch the guy who’d called him out, a tall, smirking figure pushing through the crowd, hand raised in a sheepish half-wave.

“Damn,” the guy said as he approached, eyes flicking between them with a grin. “Didn’t realize you were in the middle of something. My bad.”

Eric didn’t reply at first. His hand was still on Y/N’s waist, thumb resting in the dip just above her hip like he wasn’t quite ready to let go.

“You’re lucky I like you, Joe” he muttered to his friend, voice rough.

The friend just laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. “Come on, man. We’re all over by the VIP booth. Everyone’s been asking for you.”

Eric’s eyes flicked back to Y/N, like he was silently checking if she’d come too.

She didn’t hesitate and smiled at him reassuringly. “Lead the way.”

Eric looked back at her, that same heat still burning in his eyes, like he hadn’t cooled off one damn degree, and then proceeded to follow his friend. He didn’t move his hand from her waist as they followed the guy across the floor, weaving through sweaty bodies.

The booth was crowded with his half-way drunk friends. Another guy and a girl were slouched into the red curved leather seating, drinks in hand and mid-laughter. But the second they spotted Eric, their energy shifted and a small buzz was made celebrating his arrival.

“Eric!” One of the guys called, eyebrows shooting up as he stood and pulled him into a hug. “What are you doing here man?” 

“The same as you,Tate, having fun.” Eric replied while hugging him back.

That’s when Tate noticed her. His gaze slid to Y/N, eyes flicking up and down with undisguised curiosity as the rest of the group perked up, clearly wondering who she was.

“Damn, dude,” Tate said with a slow grin, one that vanished the moment Eric arched a brow at him. A silent warning. Tate caught it just in time and threw up his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright.”

Meanwhile, Eric’s hand shifted from her lower back to her waist, firmer now, his grip casual but unmistakably possessive.

“Aren’t you gonna introduce us to your girl?” The raven-haired girl added, half-laughing, but watching closely, curiosity oozing out of her eyes as she, along with the rest of their friends, were surprised to see Eric with someone that, at first, seemed to mean to him more than just one of his one night stands.

Y/N’s heart hammered hard in her chest. His girl. She’d usually deny and deadpan despise such label, especially regarding Eric, but at that very moment, neither of them corrected it.

Eric leaned back slightly, hand still resting on her hip, like he wasn’t in any rush to clarify. His eyes flicked to hers before he spoke.

“This is Y/N,” he said simply. No smirk. No explanation. Just her name. Then, after a beat, his arm tightened around her waist ever so slightly. “She’s off limits.” He stated as he glared daggers at his friends. “And that includes you, Jes.” 

He pointed at the only girl in the table and that earned them a new chorus of laughter as they tried to make room for them in the booth. Despite their efforts, there wasn’t enough space for two people.

Eric slid in taking his seat and spread his thighs open, patting his thigh as if to tell Y/N that that was her seat, and cocked his eyebrow at her as if he was daring her to do so. She stared at him for half a second and then rolled her eyes before finally settling onto his lap, like it wasn’t the worst idea ever.

His hands found her waist again immediately, grounding her against him and steadying her as she shifted on his lap to get comfortable. Her skirt rode up slightly, and she felt his fingers twitch against her hip as his other hand now settled on her thigh, tracing small absentminded patterns against her smooth skin, as if he was trying to distract himself from the fact that that position had her ass was dangerously close to his cock. 

Moments later a server approached their table and set down a tray containing a row of tequila shots, lime wedges, a small dish of salt and the bottle for extra refill.

“Oh hell yes!” Joe grinned, already reaching for a shot. “Now we’re getting started!”

They all grabbed a glass, pinched some salt and claimed their pieces of lime. The mood on the table shifted, instantly getting louder as they raised their glasses and let the warm chaos of alcohol fuel them.

Eric’s grip on Y/N’s waist tightened slightly as she bent forward to grab her own sho;t, her ass pressing back just enough to remind them both where she was sitting.

They downed their first shot and Joe, who’d already taken an extra shot by himself, pointed at Eric and Y/N with a devious grin on his face. “Alright, alright. I saw you on the dance floor, you two are overdue for a body shot.”

Y/N blinked and turned to face Eric with a ‘what now?’ look on her face, only to find an amused, and apparently very happy, Eric with his friend’s suggestion.

He didn’t answer right away, he just cocked his head, eyes glinting with interest as he studied her expression. “Too much for you?”

Y/N narrowed her eyes, playing it cool even as her pulse jumped. “I can handle whatever you throw at me.”

“Yeah?” His lips curved, slow and wicked. “Then let me go first.”

The table whooped as Eric gently brushed her hair over one shoulder with one hand while the other stayed anchored to her waist. Then, he reached for a piece of lime and brought it to her lips, his eyes dark with mischief.

“Open.” Her pussy clenched at the way that one word came out of his mouth, wondering what it would be like to hear it in another, more intimate, context. She tried to ignore the images painted in her head and parted her lips, allowing him to place the lime between them. “Now hold still.”

He murmured and poured a small trail of salt along the curve of her exposed neck, just over her pulse.

She barely had time to process the heat in his eyes before he leaned in. His mouth pressed to her neck, tongue darting out slow and unhurried, licking the salt in a way that was far more sensual than it had any right to be. 

But he didn’t stop there, he lingered, his lips and tongue giving an extra attention to the sensitive area, making a visible shiver run down her spine. The table cheered, but it all sounded distant compared to the pounding in her ears.

She exhaled shakily and turned her head just enough to meet his eyes, breath catching as he held the shot glass up in a mock toast, and downed it in one smooth move, only to then lean in and take the lime straight from her lips with his own.

His mouth brushed hers deliberately, lips ghosting over the corner of her mouth in a near-kiss that felt far more dangerous than anything they'd done on the dance floor. The contact was brief, but the aftershock was immediate, and she was afraid she’d catch on fire at any moment.

“Your turn,” he said, voice gravelly with restraint.

Y/N didn’t hesitate. 

She slid off his lap and dropped to her knees between his legs like it was the most casual thing in the world. The table went feral.

“Shit,” someone muttered.

Eric’s smirk froze and his gaze dropped to her, stunned, like he hadn’t expected her to raise the stakes like that, his breath catching visibly as she knelt in front of him with fire in her eyes. 

She lifted her hand, poured a small trail of salt onto her skin, and licked it off slowly, eyes never leaving his. Then, she placed both hands on his thighs as she nodded towards the bottle.

“Give it to me.” She pleaded, voice soft, but loaded as she stuck her tongue out just slightly.

Eric’s brows lifted, but he recovered quickly, grabbing the bottle with a steady hand. His once green eyes darkened as he tilted it, pouring straight onto her waiting tongue in a slow stream. 

She tilted her head back just enough, tongue out, eyes locked on his as he let the tequila spill in a slow stream into her waiting mouth. She didn’t blink. Didn’t look away. Drank every drop and didn’t move a muscle except to swallow the liquor with a slow, deliberate motion. The sight before Eric so erotic it was almost too much for him to handle.

“Holy hell,” Tate mumbled, not even trying to hide it.

She licked her lips and caught the last drop with the tip of her tongue, and only then reached for her lime, sinking her teeth into it while holding his gaze. A drop of juice slipped down her chin and she wiped it with the pad of her thumb, sucking the excess off her finger with a knowing smirk that had no business being that lethal towards him.

Eric stared at her, utterly speechless.

“Someone get him a glass of water,” Joe said, laughing. “My boy is done.”

Eric didn’t even hear him, his eyes were still locked on Y/N, who sat back on her heels like she hadn’t just set the entire table on fire. Like she hadn’t just melted his brain with a look and a slice of lime.

She tilted her head, smug and breathless all at once. “Something wrong?”

He blinked once, slowly, like he was waking from a dream. Then his tongue swept across his bottom lip and he exhaled sharply through his nose. Then he stood, slowly, and reached down offering his hand.

She took it and he pulled her up, his hand sliding down hers until his fingers caught hers, threading them together without asking.

“We’re getting some air,” he said over his shoulder. His voice was cool, final.

Eric guided her away from the booth, away from the table, away from the noise. They slipped out through the side door, unnoticed by most, but not by Joe, who raised his eyebrows at Tate like well damn.

They didn’t wait for a reply. They didn’t need one, they all knew very well they needed some privacy.

The second they stepped outside a chill ran up her skin, still hot from the inside of the club and from her small stunt. 

It was quieter here, except for the thump of bass leaking through the walls and the chaos in her chest.

Eric didn’t say a word. He just kept walking until they were far enough from the door, tucked in the dark beside the building, the world distant and irrelevant, he had only one thing in his mind.

Then he turned and looked at her, a look that made her forget how to breathe. 

His eyes dropped from her eyes to her mouth, down the line of her throat, lingering at the way her chest rose and fell.

“You knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t you?” He murmured, voice dangerously soft.

Y/N leaned against the brick wall, heart hammering. “What, the shot?”

He stepped closer. “No,” he said. “The way you looked at me when you did it.” His thumb dragged her bottom lip, “on your fucking knees like a good girl.”

The praise made her knees feel like jelly and her core tighten with an aching need. At that point she didn’t just want him, she needed him. Needed him to ruin her completely. To fuck away every trace of the so-called hate she felt for him all those years. To have her screaming his name over and over until her voice broke.

Her lips parted, dizzy with lust. The air between them felt tight, too electric.

“You didn’t like it?” She asked, half-teasing, half-breathless.

He didn’t smile. “No,” he said. “I loved it.” His face got dangerously closer to hers. “That’s the problem.”

Eric’s hand slid down, ghosting along her jaw, then her neck, stopping just before her collarbone. His other hand braced against the wall beside her head.

“I want you so. fucking. bad.” His words came out like a confession. “But if I kiss you,” he warned, leaning in just enough that his lips hovered beside hers, “it’s not gonna stop there.”

“And I won’t want you to stop,” she whispered, lifting one leg just enough to brush along his thigh, teasing him, coaxing him between her legs.

“You like teasing me, don’t you?” His jaw twitched.

She looked up at him, fire in her eyes. “Only because I know you’ll do something about it.”

And that was it.

Eric didn’t just kiss her, he claimed her. And her dreams didn’t get any close to how he felt in real life.

His mouth caught hers in a kiss that was hot and consuming, like a starved man. One hand tangled in her hair, the other gripped her hip hard, pulling her against him so hard that not even air fit between them. She gasped against his mouth and he swallowed it, deepening the kiss, his tongue sweeping against hers in a slow, sinful rhythm that made her knees buckle.

A soft, desperate sound escaped her and he caught it, pressing her harder to the wall, his body molded to hers.

“You’re playing with fire,” he murmured.

She smirked, lips kiss-swollen, wild half-lidded eyes. “Then burn me.”

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Good Girl Gone Bad (Javier Peña x Reader)

A/N: Heyyy, another Javier Peña thristy fanfiction for you!!! Now heads up for initial details I noted people appreciate:

Word count: 4.3K

Disclaimers: it’s a female Reader x Javier story, +18 (very explicit scenes ahead guys) 🌶️🔥👄💦, unprotected p in v, tinges of sub Javi and breeding kink!!!

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Javier seized the burning sensation from the freshly brewed coffee down his throat as he took a big gulp from his mug, as if the bitter liquid was going to turn off his mind from all the work he had to do for at least a few seconds. His eyes scanned the big piles of files around him, the full ashtray almost falling off the front border of his table and next to the telephone he’d left off the receiver on purpose.

DEA staff ran up and down their office talking on the phone, receiving and printing new information from loud fax machines, typewriters keys clicking annoyingly loud, both English and Spanish being spoken all the time. For an ordinary person who wasn’t used to such a busy dynamic it was a maddening environment itself, not to mention the main part of their job, which was chasing after narcos.

Javier knew all their faces and names, but he was under such stress he just didn’t care to engage in any kind of small talk conversations with his coworkers anymore, and day after day he understood the wallflower that sat in the farthest corner of the office, just doing her job like a horse on a winker.

He knew she worked there for a while now, but all the knowledge he had about her was her name and that she was a great investigator. She was so quiet the only times he’d heard her voice was when someone greeted her and she greeted them back. At first Javier thought she was a weirdo, but now not only he admired her invisibility and discretion, but also understood why she wanted to be left in peace in a corner just doing her job.

The fact that she was a beautiful woman didn’t go unnoticed by him of course, even without ever seeing her smile, but she kept herself shut to any contact with anyone in that place he just didn’t dare to bother the peace she seemed to hold and he envied so much.

Sadly his position in the DEA didn’t allow him to have that luxury, after all, he was The Javier Peña.

Hours flew by and by the time Javier broke his attention away from the files in front of him, he realized it was dark outside and he was alone in the building again.

He knew he still had endless work to do for the day, but he’d had enough, his head would explode if he spent another night in that office, he needed to leave and blow off some steam.

“Fuck this shit”

-0-

Grabbing his car keys, Javier left the empty DEA office and drove mindlessly around the city looking for the first place that would grab his attention enough to drag him inside.

Tonight he wasn’t looking for a hooker to spend a few hours by his side, if he wanted that he’d just head home and call one of his contacts and get it over with.

He wanted something different, something cheerful and with heavy drinks, he desperately needed to forget his job and all the shit he had to deal with everyday just for a few hours.

A club with big pink neon lights adorning its name caught his attention as he parked his vehicle on the side of the street, the loud reggaeton beats coming from the inside drawing him in as he made his way to the entrance.

Just as he stepped inside he was swallowed by a sea of sweaty and drunken people dancing, twerking, grinding on each other, hands all over the place, allowing the sensual and captivating beat to take over their bodies and desires.

It was perfect for what Javier needed at that moment.

He made his way through the crowd to one of the bars, checking out a few asses on his way there, feeling more comfortable and confident as he received some flirtatious glances in his direction.

With an ice cold beer in hand he checked out the dance floor in front of him once again, but this time a woman in a dark pink skin tight dress caught his attention. He hadn’t seen her face yet as she had her back turned in his direction, but the way she swayed her hips and how that tantalizingly short dress hugged her body in all the right places made his mouth water at the sight. He couldn’t help but wonder how she would look like moving like that on his dick, riding him in a reverse cowgirl position with that juicy ass and bouncy hips. The thought alone made his jeans feel tighter on himself.

Javier took a larger gulp of his beer as he got ready to approach her, ready to use all of his charm and unfailing game with women in hopes to be the one to take her home tonight.

But as soon as she turned in his direction, his jaw dropped when he realized the woman he was lusting on was the wallflower from the DEA, the one that no one knew nothing about other than her name and the info on her files, held a naughty smile on her face as she danced in the most provocative way possible, dragging not only Javier’s but many other men’s attention, and she knew it, she meant it.

Every now and then men tried to approach her to dance with her and maybe get a little taste, but she ditched them all gracefully. She didn’t want them. She wanted to feel desired and lusted on, but for her the real fun was in taking the candy out of their mouths, which was drawing them in like a mermaid, to then ditch them off like nothing.

The new discovery only encouraged Javier to take his shot with her. He was well aware that working with her could be both a leverage or a weakness, and there was only way he could find out.

She hadn’t seen him yet, the dim and colorful flickering lights over her didn’t allow her to see faces clearly from a certain distance, so he used that to watch her, waiting for the perfect window to go after her.

And just as she left the dance floor to the bar at the other side of the club the window was open.

“Good girl only during business hours?” Javier purred in her right ear just as she rested her forearms on the counter.

He didn’t miss the way his low voice caused goosebumps on her skin, the thin hairs on her arms standing immediately as he got by her side on the counter, waiting for her answer as she displayed a sly smirk on her plush lips.

“What makes you think I’m not a good girl full time?” She batted her eyelashes, a challenging glimmer in her orbs as her eyes traveled from his brown ones to his mouth, watching him lick his lips for a second as he seemed to get lost in his sinful thoughts for a moment.

Taking him off guard, she rested her right hand on his chest and slid her index finger over the first sets of buttons of his cream shirt, opening the them skillfully in a swift motion, revelaving part of his tanned and smooth chest, the light touch of her fingertip being enough to make his heart race.

“I like you better that way” The playful smirk never leaving her lips “Charming”

“Charming enough to buy you a drink?”

“I like shots better”

Javier was now by her side, right elbow propped on the counter as he signaled the bartender for two shots of tequila. He put two shot glasses in front of them along with a salt cellar and served them a small plate with pieces of lime, producing the bottle containing the golden liquid for last.

“Leave the bottle” He demanded just as the bartender finished filling the glasses.

They put salt on their hands, licked it and downed their first shot, the section of lime coming right after to soothe the bitter oaky punch, the alcohol instantly warming up their bodies.

“How did you find me here?” She asked, running her thumb in the corner of her lips to clean off the excess of lime juice.

“Are you upset about that, cariño?”

He faked a pout.

“Well…” She paused, pretending to be thinking deeply about the answer “I’m actually glad you found me”

“Is that so? Mind telling me why?”

“If you play my cards right, might as well show you” She teased him, pouring them another round of tequila.

“Then teach me how to play them”

They took their second round of tequila, but this time their eyes never broke their contact, a silent dispute of power between them, hunters hunting one another, testing each other to see how far their teasing would go, who would lose the battle and give in first.

Javier was both amused and tempted.

Amused because he still couldn’t believe that in front of him, challenging him, was the shy reserved woman from the DEA, claws out and ready to attack.

Tempted because she was the temptation herself. But Javier was a competitive man and he wasn’t going down without a fight.

“Do you dance, Mr. Peña?”

“Javi” He corrected “You’ll have to find out by yourself”

“I’ll take my chances”

She winked and handed him another shot, both of them sinking it fast, the spicy-woody liquid didn’t even burn their throats anymore as their bodies already felt like in flames, not only from the alcohol, but also from the heated exchange between them as every second, every word, every glance felt like electric shocks, like adding fuel to the fire.

Javier waited for her to give the next move as she sized him up, the smug look on her face making clear she had nothing but bad intentions in her mind, and oh boy how he wanted to get into her trouble.

“Come on”

She hooked her index finger in one of his pant’s belt loops and pulled him, the sudden move making Javier jolt forward, his body halting less than an inch away from hers, a dangerously short distance separating them as she watched amused his surprised reaction over her small stunt.

Colorful lights beamed over them as they were now in the middle of the dance floor, a loud song with heavily provocative beats and lyrics guiding their bodies, her arms resting loosely around his neck and one of his hands keeping her close by the end of her back as they danced together, their hips moving in sync, up close, almost intimate, but never brushing against each other, one of his legs strategically positioned between hers as they swayed sensually.

She slid one of her hands down his chest seductively, but this time, he was the one in control.

The hand on her back slid to her waist and spun her around, his hands now keeping her in place and practically locked against his body by her lower belly and waist, her ass now rolling irresistibly close to his crotch.

Javier loved how her skin reacted to the way he manhandled her, goosebumps all over as she bit her bottom lip and threw her head back, leaning against his shoulder as she let herself get lost in her own lustful thoughts for a moment, the suggestive lyrics only adding to her imagination.

Taking advantage of her exposed neck, Javier got intoxicated by her smell, the jasmine and warm notes of cocoa overpowered his senses as his lips traced the sensitive skin towards her ear, the light touch of his lips along with his mustache intensifying the goosebumps she still hadn’t recovered from yet.

“Am I up to your expectations?” He whispered in her ear, his lips moving just above her lobe. His teasing affected her more than she’d like to admit.

They lost track of the time they spent dancing together, teasingly of course, but also having a great time singing, laughing and smiling at each other.

Javier, who'd never seen her smile before that night, couldn’t take his eyes off her lips every time they curved upwards, revealing not only her beautiful lined teeth, but also the dimples on her glowing cheeks, lighting up her already cheerful face.

And again he caught himself admiring her, as they were now outside of the club. Javier stood leaning his back on his truck’s passenger door while she stood on his opposite side, leaning herself on the wall behind her.

A comfortable silence hung between them as he lit up a cigarette and she drank the last bottle of beer she got on their way out. Javier inhaled the smoke, enjoying the feel of the nicotine kicking in his system as he watched her take a gulp from the bottle, her lips wrapping around it softly as she reciprocated his gaze.

He wondered what her lips felt like, not only against his lips, but all over his body, plump and soft kissing him, caressing him, marking him, sucking him, the thought alone making his pants feel tight once again.

The sound of her heels clicking on the pavement took him out of his reverie as he now realized she was coming to him, slow and steady steps. She left the half empty bottle on his truck’s roof behind his head and then took the cigarette from his hands, bringing it to her own lips as she held it between her manicured nails.

And just as she leant on his vehicle by his side, he took his cue to leave his position and imprison her between his body and the truck, his arms hovering on each side of her head, the smug smile indicating she had him right where she wanted him to be: his body inches away from hers, the muscles on his arms twitching with the force he held onto the truck’s roof ledge, trying not to lose the last bit of restraint he still had.

She puffed the smoke out of her lips towards his, the simple yet enticing gesture making him snap and take the cigarette off her hands in a swift motion, throwing it away just as he crashed his lips against hers.

Their tongues met right away initiating an erotic dance, devouring each other, euphoria rushing through their veins as their teasing had finally reached its goal.

Javier cupped her jaw and pressed his body against hers urgently, the jolt against the truck making the beer bottle fall and shatter on the ground, the loud noise and green glass on the pavement not bothering them at all as she pulled the soft curls on his nape and grazed her teeth against his lower lip.

His big hands slid down her waist behind her and grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling her up and making her wrap her legs around him for support, her short dress rolling up to her hips leaving her almost half naked on the street.

Using the leverage he had with the position, Javier ground his raging erection trapped inside his jeans against her core, covered only by already drenched black lace panties, earning a strangled whimper from her.

Part of him wanted to just pull her panties aside and take her right there on the street against his truck, raw and rough. But the other part wanted to take his time with her, after all it would be a shame to just resume the last few hours of teasing in just a few minutes. And also, he didn’t know if he’d had another shot with her after they got back to their professional facades.

“Are we getting inside your truck or you want to give our audience explicit content?” She tilted her head, indicating the group of people next to the club’s door, a few curious eyes lingering, waiting for their next step “Either way I’m in”

“You’re mine only, at least for tonight” His teeth dug on the soft flesh of her neck as he fished the car keys in his back pocket “But as long as I can fuck you I’m into anything you want, bonita”

Javier put her down and opened the truck’s back door, revealing the brown leather cushion dimly illuminated by the street lights.

He let her in first and watched with hungry eyes the way she crawled inside the vehicle and then rolled her body upwards, resting her back on the other door only to then slide her panties down and off her legs, spreading them open in a seductive way, offering herself to Javier, who hurriedly got inside the truck and closed the door behind him.

He pulled her by her ankle and hovered over her, his gaze connecting deeply to hers as he fished the panties she’d dropped on the car floor and put them in his back pocket, the simple yet unexpected action arousing her even more.

Javier’s hand made its way to her nape, bringing her head up for a breathtaking and passionate kiss, their hungry tongues invading and exploring each other's mouth as her fingers slid down the buttons of his shirt, undoing them without breaking their kiss.

As they devoured each other frantically, her hands explored his broad chest and abs, enjoying the feeling of his soft golden skin under her digits and the way his muscles flexed with the thrusting movements he made every now and then, purposely grinding his clothed erection against her exposed core.

Their kiss got sloppy as Javier’s hand found its way down her body, feeling her soft breasts, the curve of her hips then down the smooth skin of her thigh and leg, hooking it on his back before his hand slid up her body again but this time, skipping no beat towards her intimacy.

Javier growled when he finally felt how wet she really was for him, her arousal coating his fingers sliding up and down her pussy in feather-like touches just to tease her.

Whimpering, she rolled her eyes and clawed his back under his shirt when he increased the pressure with his digits and traced tight circles against her needy clit, her whole body melting under him as it got overpowered by shameless waves of pleasure.

Drinking in her sexed expression, Javier slid a finger inside her wanting a bigger dose of satisfaction out of the intoxicating woman under him. The unexpected invasion of his thick

finger made her moan louder and arch her back against his body, which only encouraged him to add another one right after, stretching her further, her slick pussy clenching around his fingers in response.

She bit his shoulder as he finger fucked her, his fingers massaging the magic spongy spot inside her as his thumb roled lazy circles on her clit, making her nails drag angry scratch marks down his back while her other hand pressed hard on the leather backrest, nails desperately digging in it.

Javier trailed small nips and kisses along her collarbone and neck while his fingers kepting working on her, all of it adding to the building pleasure in her lower stomach, getting her closer and closer to bursting at each expert rub of his rough digits against her clit and g-spot.

But she didn’t want to come yet, much less in that submissive condition.

Fighting against her own urges, she pulled his hand out of her, bringing it to her lips to lick her own juices off his fingers, her dark orbs drawing him in as she sucked his fingers suggestively, swirling her tongue around them.

“Now sit” She commanded, cheeks still red and heart racing from his finger fucking “And take of your shirt”

She didn’t need to ask Javier twice for him to comply, he knew she was close on his fingers, and now he wanted to see and feel what she had in mind.

Just as he took his shirt off and straightened his back against the seat, she straddled him and pulled down the top half of her dress, exposing her breasts, hard perky nipples at his mouth’s level and he couldn’t help but to dive in.

Javier fondled and squeezed them hard with both hands before he took a mouthful of one of them, teeth grazing the hard bundle of nerves, then rolling and sucking in with his flat tongue, and then repeated the same stimulation on the other one, feasting on the soft mounds before him as she unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his jeans.

Catching up with her intentions, Javier lifted his hips from the seat, enough to take both pieces of clothes off, allowing her to undress him completely, all while he still delved into her breasts.

With his thick and hard manhood free, she spread his leaking precum over his tip with her thumb, tantalizing him before she finally took it and held it against her clit, rocking her hips back and forth, arching her back towards the front seat behind her and getting herself off against his shaft, her slick blending with his precum.

Javier broke apart from her chest to gaze down between them, his cock sliding easy against her drenched folds, teasing him shamelessly.

“Condom?” He asked, but only out of politeness.

“No” She leaned in, foreheads touching as she whispered against his lips “I wanna feel all of you”

Her answer got his cock impossibly harder and dying to feel her, and for his luck, she was also getting impatient.

Javier held his breath the moment she stopped her motions right when his tip was lined to her entrance, the thrill of anticipation of finally having her making his heart race faster as his hands flattened on her thighs.

“Tell me what you want” She demanded seductively, teasing his tip pressed against her opening, torturing him with slow rolls of her hips, threatening to slide down on him at any second.

“I want you, cariño” He gasped, chest heaving up and down.

“Yeah? And what do you want me to do with you?” One of her hands cupped his jaw and brought his lips close to hers, close enough to feel his ragged breath against hers.

“Ride me, bonita, I’m yours”

She placed a soft kiss against his lips before she leaned back between the front seats and placed her hand over her mound, fingers spreading her folds apart allowing him to have a full view of where his tip met her pussy, until she finally sank on his cock, her opening slowly welcoming and swallowing him in, his thickness stretching her walls each inch as his name came out of her lips in the sexiest moan he’d ever heard, and he swore that that scene alone was enough to make him cum.

But he needed to last, he needed to feel more of her, see her, have her, every detail in front of and on him, getting him terribly pussy drunk on her at each second as he felt their bodies merging and watched his cock disappear inside of her, her walls tightening around him in a slippery and warm embrace.

He threw his head back and rolled his eyes as she started to ride him at a deeply addictive pace, his fingertips digging in the flesh of her hips, pulling her harder down on him at each thrust forward.

“Eyes on me, Javi” Her command came out as a needy whine as her hand slid down his neck towards his shoulder, the skin slapping sounds getting louder as her bounces got harder.

Javier moved one of his hands to the back of her head, fingers tangling in the roots of her hair as he now thrusted his hips up to meet hers, the new and unexpected angle made her cry out his name again and dig her nails onto his shoulders, looking for an extra leverage.

He hooked his other arm on her lower back keeping her body against his, and the way she melted in his arms only made him keep on, thrusting harder and faster against her while she held onto him for her dear life.

Without disconnecting their bodies, Javier laid her on the backseat, eager to be the one fully in charge, especially because holding his release back was being a lot harder than usual.

One of his hands took support in the car’s windows, which was completely humid and foggy and entrentched with sex as he fucked her hard, her back arching and her walls tightening around him with her climax right around the corner.

She closed her eyes and moaned even louder as he put one of her legs over his shoulder, the new angle allowing him to go even further, deeper and drive her into oblivion in record speed.

“Look at me when I’m fucking you” He demanded, bossy as the Javier Peña she was used to watch on duty, and that was the line for her to feel the knot on her lower belly snap hard, strong waves of white hot pleasure through her veins, making her cum hard and milk his cock looking deeply in his dark eyes.

The mesmerizing scene together with the clenching from her climax on his shaft also made him cum seconds after her, exploding inside her, his hot seed filling her in long spurts, the feeling of his dick throbbing inside her riding her high for a few extra seconds before they collapsed, the hand on the car window leaving a wet trail as it lazily slid down.

She moaned when he finally pulled out, instantly missing him inside her as he carefully took her in his arms and laid next to her, nestling her body against his, both their breathings and heart beats still racing fast.

“We have a problem now” He muttered looking at the car’s ceiling.

“What?” Her answer was low and unconcerned, too fucked out to care about anything at that moment.

“Office hours are gonna be challenging from now on.”

Good morning, dear readers! Quick post to announce that REQUESTS ARE OPEN AGAIN!!!

- Requests are open for stories with Bill Skarsgard;

- I need to vibe with the idea to write it down, so please don’t get offended by any means if it doesn’t work out, my mind works in mysterious ways even for me;

- Just DM me with your idea and I’ll gladly do my best to make it come to life ❤️

Video Games - Dad!Bill Skarsgard x Reader (part 2) (+18)

(The image above do not belong to me, all credits belong to their owner)

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Author’s note:

Good evening everyone!! This story was based on two similar Anon requests, so I made them as a part 2 of my previous dad!Bill story. If you haven’t read the first part yet, you can find it in the masterlist above!

The requests:

And for the Anons who requested it, I hope it lives up to your expectations! (let me know if you do!)

Disclaimers: fluff, smut, unprotected p in v, creampie, breeding kink, praise kink and some dirty talk. Again: this has explicit sexual content, 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 this second part and requests with Bill are always open, so if you have any ideas I’m all ears! (btw, I’m trying to come up with a jealous/possessive one so if you have any ideas or suggestions regarding that, they’re welcome!!)

Please feel free to leave a comment, like and/or reblog the story, I really appreciate it and your feedback is what gives me the fuel to keep writing ❤️❤️❤️

Tag list: @muchwita @witchofozz @wiseyouthinfluencer @malenoradgn @bloodykisserr @a-differentbrandof-beans 

End of Author’s Note

The snow hadn’t stopped falling since that Christmas Eve morning, blanketing the pine trees outside of the wide living room windows of Bill’s parents’ house. Inside, warmth wrapped around him like a second skin, the gentle crackle of the fire in the stone fireplace, the scent of roasted Christmas dishes, mulled wine and cinnamon lingering in the air.

He leaned against the doorway, quietly observing the soft buzz of his family gathered for the holiday. Y/N was kneeling by the low coffee table, feeding peeled pieces of apple to their son, who had his eyes trained on his mom, babbling something about Santa and the presents he’d bring them over night. 

Her sweater had slipped off one shoulder, hair was tied up in a makeshift ponytail and she was smiling wide, glowing in that way she always did when she was too busy to realize how gorgeous she looked.

Bill watched the curve of her lips, the way she gently wiped Leo’s chin so he wouldn’t drop and smudge his grandma’s rug, murmuring something that made their little boy giggle. The softness in her voice, the lightness in her movements, the patience and way she took care of their child, it undid him completely.

She was everything he could’ve ever dreamed of: his lover, best friend, partner and mother of their son, his entire universe wrapped in one breathtaking woman.

And watching her just being herself with their child made him want her bad.

He hadn’t known it was possible to fall even harder for his own wife, but here he was, wrecked by the simplest moment, watching her press a kiss on Leo’s hair as he proudly cheered himself for eating the whole apple like the good boy he was. Bill’s heart couldn’t stretch any fuller.

And still, he wanted more. More of her. More of this life. More of them.

He wanted to start it all over again, cradle her through the soft months of pregnancy, watch her glow like she always had, full and blooming with another piece of him growing inside her. The thought struck him hard, low in his gut, blurring everything else in the room.

God, he wanted it. Wanted her so badly at that moment, he could barely stand still. She was all softness and strength, all warmth and light, and he ached to wrap himself around her, press into her and not stop until she was trembling and filled. Until they were breathless and she was his in that deep, unshakable way that made his chest tighten and his cock twitch with need.

They’d talked about having another one eventually, gentle conversations behind closed doors, smiles exchanged in bed, wondering glances at baby clothes long outgrown. And now, with the firelight dancing against her skin and their son tucked safe in her lap, Bill was sure: it was time, and he could only hope she was also ready for that journey again.

Bill was still watching her when she looked up and caught him. Her gaze lingered for a beat too long, her smile curving knowingly as she tilted her head, brushing a hand over Leo’s hair.

“You’re staring,” she murmured, low enough that only he could hear as he walked across the room to meet her.

He didn’t look away. “Can you blame me?”

She laughed under her breath, eyes sparkling. “You’ve got that look again.”

He raised a brow.

“The one that screams ‘I want to send you straight to the delivery room.’”

Bill choked on a laugh, glancing around to make sure no one else heard.

“Your eyes aren’t exactly subtle, baby,” she added, still grinning, though there was a blush creeping across her cheeks. “You keep looking at me like that and your mom’s gonna start planning another baby shower.”

“I’m just appreciating my wife,” he said innocently, stepping closer under the pretense of straightening Leo’s toy on the table. “Is that a crime?”

“Mmm... Depends on what you’re planning.”

They didn’t need to say more. It was already in the air between them, thick and unspoken.

Later, after dinner and hot cocoa passed around in mismatched mugs, Leo had curled up sleepily on the couch between Y/N and his aunt. Eija had scooped him into her lap, rocking him gently as he fought to keep his eyes open.

“He’s all tuckered out,” she whispered.

Y/N ran a gentle hand over her son’s hair. “Big night for a little elf.”

“I can keep him with me tonight,” Eija offered casually, shooting a quick glance toward her brother. “If that gives you guys a break.”

Bill didn’t miss the way she smirked a little, nor the way Y/N’s breath hitched beside him expectantly.

“Are you sure?” Y/N asked.

“Of course. He’s already asleep, and I’ve missed having my little shadow.” Eija stood carefully with Leo against her shoulder, patting his back. “You two go rest. Or whatever.”

Bill met her eyes and gave her a thankful nod as reached for Y/N’s hand before they headed for the stairs, his grip firm, warm, and just a little too eager for having her all to himself.

They crept quietly up the stairs, the muffled warmth of laughter and dishes clinking drifting behind them as they slipped into their bedroom. Bill shut the door softly behind them, the latch clicking into place with a finality that made her pulse flutter a little.

She moved toward the bed first, tugging off her socks and tossing them in the corner, changing into one of his old t-shirts as she mumbled something about how she loved his mother’s choice of decor this year. Bill just watched her, leaning back against the door for a moment, taking her in like a man who’d waited all day for this.

“What?” she asked when she noticed him staring again, her brow raised with amusement.

He shrugged, crossing the room while he took his own sweater along with his shirt off. “Nothing. Just thinking how good you looked tonight.”

Y/N gave him a look. “You’ve been looking at me like that since before lunch.”

He slipped behind her, hands finding her waist as she pulled back the comforter. “Can’t help it. Watching you with our son…” he paused, nuzzling her neck as they crawled into the bed together and settled under the covers, her back to his chest, his arm wrapping around her the second she was within reach, “I just want to put another one in you.”

Y/N let out a soft, breathy laugh, one that caught in her throat as his hand splayed low across her belly.

“Subtle,” she murmured, but her tone was anything but disapproving.

He nuzzled behind her ear, voice lower now, rough with want. “You think I’m joking?”

She didn’t answer, not with words, just shifted her hips back against him and felt him, already thick and hard, pressed against her ass.

“I think Leo would love to have a baby sister… Plus everyone says I’m a girl dad, so it’s only fair we try for a little girl…”

His hand moved slowly, possessively, down from her waist, over the curve of her hip and then lower still, fingers slipping back up over the inside of her thigh beneath the soft cotton of his t-shirt.

“No panties?” he asked, groaning into her skin when his fingers didn’t bump into any barriers and skimmed close to her core. 

“And not on the pill.”

Bill went completely still. Her words felt wrapped in velvet ribbon. Then his breath left him in a low, disbelieving groan, lips pressed against the back of her shoulder like a prayer.

“Fuck,” he murmured, voice thick, lips brushing her skin as his hand flexed at her thigh and slid upward, grazing over her slick folds. His fingers dipped into her heat with a teasing slowness, dragging through her wetness like he needed to memorize how ready she already was. 

“You’re soaked. Is this for me?” He rolled his fingers over her clit, slow and deliberate, coaxing a shiver from her spine. “Are you this wet thinking about me getting you pregnant again?”

She arched into his touch, a low sound catching in her throat. “You tell me.”

He groaned softly, mouth pressing hot and open kisses to her neck as he reached his other arms underneath her, slipping his hand under the borrowed t-shirt she wore to cup her breast. She was soft and full against his palm, nipple pebbling beneath his touch as he bunched the fabric up and out of the way. 

“Merry fucking Christmas to me,” he muttered, almost to himself, as he briefly drove his hand away from her pussy to pull his sweats down and free himself.

Then, he shifted closer, lining the thick head of his cock against her entrance, dragging it through her wetness but not pushing in yet.

“Bill,” she whispered, pressing back against him, greedy to have him stretch her.

“Shhh,” he murmured in her ear, guiding himself slowly between her folds, the head of his cock protruding between her legs at each stroke, and the sight of it when she looked down to watch it made her only want him more.

He rocked his hips forward just a little and lined his head on her entrance, not breaching her yet, just nudging her open with the weight of him, pressing his tip against her opening again and again. She whimpered, a soft, high sound that slipped out of her before she could stop it.

And just as he finally began to sink in, slowly and all the way inside, she moaned. It was sharp and sweet and utterly unfiltered, the kind of sound that lit something primal behind his eyes. His hand shot up fast to cover her mouth as he groaned into her neck.

“You want the whole house to hear how you sound when I’m putting a baby in you?” he rasped. “When I’m inside you, filling you deep just how you like it?”

She whimpered against his hand at his words, hips pressing back to take more of him in.

“That’s it,” he breathed, starting to move, even deeper now, slow and relentless. “That’s my girl. You take me so well. You were made for me.”

She moaned again, muffled by his hand, her body melting into the rhythm he gave her.

There was something unbearably erotic about the way their bodies fit together in the quiet dark, curled in the intimacy of that spooned embrace. Her back was pressed flush to his chest, the long, solid length of him molded against her every curve like he’d been made to hold her this way. 

His breath was hot at her neck, lips grazing the shell of her ear with every low grunt, one of his hands fondling her breast and the weight of his other arm wrapped tight around her middle made her feel both claimed and cherished. 

“Gonna feel so good when I cum inside you,” he whispered filth-soft against her ear.

He slipped the tips of his fingers into her mouth now, and she took them greedily, sucking them in with a quiet moan, tongue curling around them.

“Fuck, baby…” His hips stuttered, just for a beat. “You suck my fingers like that, I’m gonna lose it.”

She rocked back against him, meeting his movements, chasing every inch of him as he moved inside her with a deep, possessive rhythm. He pulled his fingers from her lips with a slick pop, then gripped her jaw, tilting her head back as he kissed her feverishly. 

Bill then eased his hand down her thigh, gripping and guiding her as he pulled out with a teasing drag, earning a frustrated whimper out of her due to the sudden emptiness.

“Get on your back, baby.”

She did as she was told without a word, flushed and pliant, eyes dazed with lust as she rolled beneath him. The moment he was between her legs, she spread them wider as he hovered above her. 

His cock rested heavy against her heat, still slick from her, and he looked down at her all sprawled out for him, like she was the only thing that had ever mattered.

“You gonna be good for me?” he murmured, brushing his lips over hers. “And keep it quiet while I fill you up the way you want?”

She nodded quickly, lips parting on a breathless whisper. “I’ll be good.”

Bill gave a low, rough laugh, kissing her passionately as he pushed back inside her in one long deep thrust that made her gasp, her nails dragging down his back as the position allowed him to go even deeper than before.

“Eyes on me,” he rasped, voice almost gone with restraint. “I want to see you.”

Y/N’s gaze locked on his, wide and raw with her love for him as her body surrendered to him completely. He started to move, each thrust dragging her closer to the edge as his cock hit that very perfect spot inside of her.

Her hands slipped up to cup his face, and the kiss they shared was a mix of heat and love and desperation, his tongue sweeping against hers in time with every thrust of his hips.

Bill slid one of his hands down between them, fingers grazing the dip just below her navel. He pressed his palm there firmly, like he could feel himself inside her.

“You feel that?” he whispered, forehead pressed to hers. “How deep I am? Right here, buried inside where no one else gets to be.”

She rolled her eyes as the pressure made everything tighter, sharper, more overwhelming. Each deep stroke sent a wave of pleasure crashing through her, intensified by the weight of his palm pressing down.

Y/N moaned into his mouth, unable to stop herself, the sensation so deep it bordered on unbearable. His name broke from her lips in a soft, desperate gasp, and he swallowed it whole, kissing her like he never wanted to let her go.

His hand then slid lower until his fingers found her clit, slick and swollen. He circled it lightly at first, as if savoring every twitch of her body beneath his, then with more pressure and more intent. 

The added sensation sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through her, her hips jerking involuntarily as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. Her breath hitched against his lips, her moan caught somewhere between a sob and a plea, and still, he didn’t stop, working her expertly, drawing her closer and closer to the edge with every stroke of his cock and every swirl of his fingers.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered into his mouth. “Please, Bill, just like that…”

“I won’t, baby” he promised, voice shaking as he felt her walls clenching around him. “I’m not stopping until I feel you cum on my cock. Until I know you’re mine… full of me.”

She bit back a moan, hands gripping the back of his neck as her body began to tremble beneath him. “God… I’m so close…”

“I know, honey, I know. I’ve got you.” He purred against her ear.

His hips snapped a little harder now and he couldn’t stop staring down at her all flushed, open, perfect, every bit of her his.

“Cum with me,” he growled, his thumb circling faster now. “I want you to cum when I do.”

Her back arched, a broken gasp leaving her lips as she tightened around him. “Yes, yes… Bill, I’m,”

“Now, sweetheart,” he groaned, burying himself to the hilt and looking deep into her eyes. “Let go for me.”

And she did, crying out his name in a choked whisper as her orgasm crashed over her, body trembling with every shockwave of it. Bill followed with a deep moan, hips grinding as he spilled inside her, riding their highs and holding her tight as if he could anchor them both to the moment.

They stayed like that, locked together, breathing hard, their hearts thudding in sync. He brushed a damp strand of hair from her forehead and kissed her softly.

“Merry Christmas,” she whispered with a dazed smile.

He chuckled, still inside her, eyes warm. “Best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

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)

Third time in a week dreaming about Bill… When I thought my obsession couldn’t get worse, here we are…