Bill Skarsgård • Roman Godfrey Imagines

Your wet dream

Hi! I said I'd do a part two to "His wet dream." And I got a few requests to do so, so here I am! Buckle up its graphic and smutty, you know the drill ⚠️

You and Bill lay in the warm bed, a soft white comforter draped over you both. You were cuddled up to his side, your face resting on his bare skin.

He was half asleep, still feeling your soft breaths on his arm and the feeling of your lips partially on him. Your hand was gripping the same arm your face rested on, something you did often while you slept, he thought it was the cutest fucking thing ever.

He opened his eyes slightly when he heard a noise, as first he thought you were talking, so he turned to you "Hmm?" He asked sleepily.

You didn't respond. His eyes furrowed as you made the noise again, still asleep. You brought your bottom lip between your teeth slightly.

His eyes widened as he realized the noise was a moan, and he began to feel your hips move against his side a bit, the feeling of your core against him making him stiffen in his boxers.

He considered waking you up, or maybe letting you ride it out, literally. "Bill." You moaned out softly, your grip on him getting harder, your hips beginning to press against him with more pressure.

He couldn't handle you being like this, and not being able to touch you, and when you moaned "Fuck, please." He definitely couldn't handle not making your legs shake with pleasure.

He softly pulled you off of him, a whimper coming from your lips at the loss of contact. He softly stroked your cheek, whispering "Y/n, wake up baby." You eyes moved, but you didn't wake up.

"Princess, wake up." He said louder, causing your eyelashes to flutter open, confusion on your features. "Hmm?" You groggily asked, rubbing your eyes.

"The wet mark on my side tells me you were dreaming of something hm?" He asked teasingly, his voice low and smooth. Your cheeks immediately heated up, as you remembered the incredible dream you were having moments before.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you." You said, worried he was annoyed at your movements. He let out a chuckle, leaning down and kissing your lips softly, his own pair warm and plump.

"Don't be sorry baby, I wanna take care of you." He said between kisses, his voice laced with desire. You felt heat fly to your core, your heart beginning to beat faster at his words.

His lips tediously and slowly made their way down your neck, sucking your sweet spots, little wet marks being created as he let his tongue graze the newly sensitive area.

"Mm." You hummed, as his rough and nimble fingertips ran along your waist, until he arrived at your thighs. He slipped his t shirt that hung off of your body up a bit, revealing your black panties.

His dick got painfully hard already, and he couldn't wait to devour you. He licked his lips, moving his warm palms under your thighs and propping them on his broad, hot shoulders.

Your breath hitched as you felt his soft lips kiss your thighs, starting in the middle and soon reaching right in between them, licking the soft skin slightly.

His mouth then kissed the top of your clothed heat, making his way down the middle and over your folds. You could feel him so well through your panties, and it made you even wetter with anticipation.

His long fingers came up, looping underneath your underwear and pulling them off of you, and down your thighs before throwing them to the floor.

His hands reached up under your shirt, massaging your hips lightly before trailing up, swiftly slipping the shirt off of your body.