Bill Skarsgård One Shots

The Kid: Touch

BASED ON THIS REQUEST: "I'd like to request Castle Rock smut of The Kid x Reader where he observes her masturbating and becomes curious. ❤ Inspired by the most recent episode"

My hair was matted to the back of my neck, strands drenched with sweat as I opened my eyes and stared at the moon. Despite the fact that the sun was set, it was still boiling in Castle Rock.

I was only here for the summer; staying with my auntie Marina for the holidays. Her house was huge- It had enough room for several more people to stay; this is why she opened the doors to a tall yet silent stranger, named 'The Kid' who had just been released from prison.

Auntie Marina informed me of 'The Kid's' story and was kind enough to let him stay with us during the holidays. I didn't see him much as I was too busy within the days, but I thought about him often.

He was so quiet; he never said a word. I wasn't even sure if he could speak. I was intrigued by his mystery though; I wanted to know more about him, but at the same time, he seemed so scared of the world that I didn't want to bombard him.

I moved my hand against the bed, feeling the spot next to me, realising my auntie's cat, Swiggy, had left my room. I always kept the door ajar for him, but I was too lazy to go up and close it now that he was gone.

I kicked the blankets off in frustration, silently cursing my auntie for not having a fan in the room. My silver night dress did not help either. It was way too hot in the room and I knew I was not going to get any sleep.

I rubbed my face with my hands, stretching slightly on the bed. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and scrolled through various apps, trying to do something with my time. My eyes widened when a sexual gif came up on one of my news feeds. It was an image of a girl lying down on a bed, a man holding her tight while he entered inside of her. The male had a striking resemblance to the Kid that was living with us. I instantly closed my phone shut and pushed it aside, breathing heavily at the image embedded into my mind.

I pushed back the hair that was stuck to my forehead, trying to ignore the warmth that was begging to rest between my legs. I inched my fingers over my ribs and drew light patterns on the skin of my stomach. I peeked at the door, making sure that no one could see in, thankful that it was only ajar, and began to move my fingers under my dress, reaching up to my chest and lightly kneading the skin with my hands.

I closed my eyes tightly and hummed when I circled my nipples, legs twisting shut as the heels of my feet pushed against the mattress. I sat up slightly and pulled the dress over my head, leaving me with nothing but my underwear on. I pushed my hair to one side as I made myself comfortable on the bed again, flicking my nipples with my forefinger and thumb, sighing at the sensation.

Racy images of being held tight by a man flew through my mind. I kept tracing lines on my stomach, conjuring up a scenario. Green eyes and brown hair flashed through my mind; it was then I realised that I was fantasying about the man living underneath our roof. I almost felt ashamed, he seemed too innocent for my naughty mind, but I could not deny the fact that I was attracted to him.

One hand still tweaked my nipple as the other one glided down my belly to the band of my underwear. I slowly sunk my fingers underneath the fabric and felt the wetness gathered between my thighs. I slowly circled my finger around the moisture and brought it between my folds, touching the spot that made me arch my back.

I moved in slow circles; my finger putting more pressure on my nub as I groped my breast harshly with my hand, imagining it was the hand of someone else. I rolled my head to the side and closed my eyes as I continued my movements, small whimpers leaving my mouth as I brought my knees up.