Bill Skarsgård • Roman Godfrey Imagines

Sugar-part 2

Warning-this will contain graphic smut and sexual themes you may not be comfortable with, read at your own risk. Thanks.💕

It took a couple of moments to put the red set on, considering it had a few pieces. You secured the bra strap and turned, looking into the large mirror in front of you.

You were a bit shocked yourself, and your cheeks got red since you'd never seen yourself like this. You took a deep breath to calm the butterflies in your stomach, and walked towards the bathroom door.

He sat patiently on the bed, large hands intertwined in his lap, blood pumping and pants already stiffening just at the thought of seeing you. The click of the doorknob made him perk his head up.

The door opened and you walked into the room cautiously, a shy smile on your face. "Do I look silly?" You asked, coming into full view. You thought maybe you looked bad since he wasn't saying anything, but it was the complete opposite.

He was at a loss for words, so he just stared at you, blinking, taking in the breathtaking sight in front of him. His body felt like it was on fire, and he was more determined than ever to treat you how you deserved to be treated.

He stood up, his tall figure sauntering over to you. "No-you look stunning. Absolutely perfect." He said, licking his plump bottom lip with his pink tongue. You let out a sigh of relief, your smile growing brighter.

His two large hands cupped your cheeks, and he leaned down, pressing his lip to yours. The feeling noticeably sent a feeling through you, and so you gripped at his broad shoulders to steady yourself.

He pulled you closer, and you could feel the warmth of his toned body, making you hum into the kiss. "So fucking beautiful." He muttered through the kiss, making you smile like an idiot.

You both softly broke apart and you looked up at him through batted lashes. "I need you." Was all you said, and you saw something flicker in his eyes. It was lust and desire, inhibitions going out the window as he looked down at you, dressed in red.

"Well you have me princess." He said with a smirk, swiftly bending down and picking you up. He wrapped your thighs around his long torso and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck.

He brought you to the bed and softy sat you down, before standing up straight. He got this look on his face, it was this look that let you know the soft man that you knew earlier, was gone until further notice, and it lit a sweet fire inside of you.

You watched, as his long fingers unhooked his belt loop, and as the belt whipped out and he threw it to the floor. You reached forward, wanting to touch him.

You ran your hands along his chest and abdomen, un doing his buttons in the process. A look of joy spread across your face as his skin was revealed and as he took the shirt off for you.

You marveled at the sight of his bare upper half, the muscles and the way they would flex as he moved. "Lay down kitten." He instructed, and you looked up at him with a smirk, doing as he asked.

He crawled on top of you, arms on either side of you to keep himself from crushing you under his weight. Your breath hitched as his soft lips found your neck, and he sucked just harshly enough to elicit a reaction.

His soft and warm tongue then danced over the newly sensitive skin, making you whimper slightly. He continued kissing down your body, especially over the tops of your exposed breasts that weren't covered by the red bustier top.

"I'm gonna fuck you with this on." He stated, giving you a devilish look as he made his way down. You weren't sure what he was about to do, but you let out a surprised gasp as the crotch part of your ensemble came undone.