Bill Skarsgård Imagines and One Shots

"Come Take A Seat." (Mature Roman)

You have been working for a new company in the Godfrey Industries for the past two months and you find yourself to be the personal assistant to Mr. Roman Godfrey himself. You haven't gotten to speak more than a handful of words to him but you could tell why everyone considered him the 'Prince of the town'. He was very good looking and... extremely persuasive.

Sitting at your desk, you are typing up everything you found waiting for you. You hear the sound of the small intercom device Mr. Godfrey had put at your desk to make things easier on himself.

"Y/n, could you get in here and make me a drink?" He barked through the small speaker.

"Right away Mr. Godfrey." You roll your eyes.

This is all he regularly did, yell at you to make him a drink and once you did he never thanked you or anything, but the checks were enough for you to not care how rude we was to you.

You walk down the short hall from your desk into his sleek all white office to see him sitting in the small love seat, smoking a cigar. Quickly walking to the large range of alcohol he had at his own personal bar.

"What'll it be Mr. Godfrey?" You questioned quietly.

"The usual." He replied.

Pulling the dainty glass from shelf you pour the thick maroon colored liquid into it and quickly shuffled over to sit it next to him on the small table. You take a moment to really look at him and admire his beauty.

"Is that all sir?" You ask your boss politely.

All he did was grunt and wave you off, not even looking at you. You flatten out your skirt and make your way towards the door.

"Y/n, wait." He softly muttered

To your surprise you turn around and he is staring at you. His eyes rake up and down your body and then fixate back on your eyes.

"Come take a seat." He says with a sly smirk.

You look baffled and once you realise he wasnt joking you nervously walk towards him and and are about to sit on the couch next to him when he stops you.

"No." He states rather harshly.

He rubs his hands on his jeans and re-adjusts his sitting. You look at him completely baffled by what you think he means.

"Sir I'm not quite sure wher-" You start to say before you are interrupted.

"I want you to sit here." He pats his lap.

You are unsure if you should or not. Sure he is very handsome and you've thought of things like this before but he is you boss and that is just morally wrong. Before you can think it over anymore you find yourself taking a few steps over and you begin stradling his lap, hiking up your skirt in the process making sure not to rip the fine material.

"Was that so hard?" He asked you giving you a very suggestive look.

He wasn't shy to rest his hands exactly where he wanted them. The thin barrier of your underwear between your heat and his was thrilling to say the least.

"I've thought of this for a bit, Y/n. Seeing you today I couldn't help myself." He smiled cheekily and gripped your ass.

"Mr. Godfrey I-"

"God, do you feel what is does to me when you call me that?" He interrupts holding you down firmly while grinding you two together.

You gasp at the forming bulge in his pants and nervously you find yourself heated by the remark. The grinding continues.

"Mr. Godfrey. Please" You say your voice shaking because of the friction.