Bill Skarsgård • Roman Godfrey Imagines

Morning suprise

Y'all sorry for all the smut I'm in a MOOD

All events written in this story are canonically consensual

Have fun

The sun is bright and warm, shining through the half closed beige curtains and warming the bed you and Bill share. His long, heavy figure creates a slight tilt to the beds weight, a feeling that always gives you comfort. You are both on your own separate sides, but still close enough to feel the other.

You turn your head, hair rustling against the plush pillow behind you as your eyes land on the beautiful man beside you. He is half clothed, upper body exposed while his lower half, adorned in just a pair of navy blue briefs, is hidden under the covers.

His hair almost looks like a dark blonde from the sunlight illuminating the now messy locks, due to tossing and turning all night in his sleep, with its golden rays. His skin looks warm and flushed at the apples of his high cheeks, and his plush pair of lips look nearly the same shade of pale pink.

You always thought, but never said aloud due to you feeling like people would give you an odd look, that if you had to create the perfect color palette, it would be in the different shades of his features. A jade green for his eyes, peach for his lips, satin beige for his skin. You love every inch of him.

His long arms are resting at his side, large hands creating a dip in the blanket, palms turned upwards. You don't know this, but he always sleeps with his hands like that out of habit, because he always wants you to have the chance to intertwine your fingers with his much longer ones, because he knows it's one of your favorite things to do and it makes you feel safe. Even when he's asleep he wants you to feel as if he's protecting you.

You watch the steady, rhythmic rise and fall of his smooth chest as he breaths through his nose, lips pursed in a line. The sunlight allows you to see every ridge and curve of his upper body. The outline of his abs, the muscles on his side that expand and reveal the faint sight of ribs. Your eyes scan over his prominent collarbones and smooth neck, and then down to his biceps. There is a slight noticeable bulge even when he isn't flexed, and your eyes travel down further to graze over the veins that run down his forearm like blue streams of water.

You begin to look down further, and your eyebrows furrow a bit as you try to register what you're seeing. Just below and right beside the area where you can see the indention of V lines on his right hip, is a dark tint, noticeable under the charcoal colored covers because of the light coming through the window.

Your mind suddenly brings you back to a conversation you and Bill had around a month ago. You had both finished a dinner that he prepared, smiles on your faces as you find yourselves in the midst of a sexual discussion.

"I'm serious, if I'm ever asleep and you are in the mood to do...things, just do it, I don't mind one bit, I don't mind at all actually." Bill says, a smirk on his upturned lips as he cocks his head to the side, giving you a familiar, sexually mischievous look.

You giggle, looking down and back up as you push a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'll take that into consideration handsome, also, I'm not doing the dishes." You say, leaning over and struggling a bit to peck his pink lips before hopping down from the bar stool at the counter, wanting to leave a little excitement and curiosity coursing through him by not giving him a clear answer.

A smirk grows on your face, as you softly bite down on your lower lip. You gently snake under the covers, bringing your right arm over on the other side of his body, before swinging your leg around as well. You're hovering on top of him, carefully maneuvering yourself further downwards.