Bill Skarsgård • Roman Godfrey Imagines

Heat

This is severely nsfw

Probably a little (LOT) weird but thas my brand

Read at your own risk, I'm warning you

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Something is off with your boyfriend. And not just normal off. Well, normal for you at least. Having a partner who is a werewolf isn't exactly normal in the slightest, nor is it conventional or easy. He's been irritable lately, needy and whiny. You aren't quite sure why either, not until now, that is.

The tall and built daydream of a man is nuzzled up against you, your limbs drowning underneath his long and heavy ones as he rests his head on your chest; both of you lying on the couch in your quiet apartments living room. You're watching television, trying to focus, but Bill seems restless, unusually so. You can feel a light sheen of sweat on his skin through his clothing, one of your hands resting on the muscular wing of his shoulder blade.

You ignore this for a moment, figuring maybe it's just a wolf thing, him being naturally warm and it causing some perspiration here and there. But that's when his nails seem to start digging into your sides, not enough to hurt you, but enough to signal distress from him. His hips are shifting on top of you, his head nuzzling into your chest as a pained look washes over his sharp features.

"Baby, what's wrong?" You ask softly, hand swiping his forehead as your fingers card through his messy honey brown colored hair. He lets out a sound close to a whimper, shifting on top of you again. You feel something firm poking at your thigh through the fabric of his thin, loose shorts, and you feel stupid for not knowing what it is right away.

"Heat." He replies, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he whimpers again, almost sounding as if he's in pain, which prompts more concern. "What?" You ask, confused as to what he's talking about. His face finally breaks away from your neck, and it's only now you notice he's been inhaling your scent. "My Heat is here."

"Your wah-?" You trail off as he struggles to sit up, a groan passing his lips. He definitely looks opposite of himself, cheeks and lips the color of cherries. He's flushed and shaky, eyes looking down at you as if he's desperately trying to get you to understand, being far too embarrassed to say 'hey, so I'm a wolf and pretty much I'm going into heat like a fucking animal which means I'm in severe discomfort if I don't get to fuck your brains out.'

You suddenly put two and two together, and your jaw hangs slack, shock coursing through your veins like ice water down the throat of a person who's dehydrated. "H-Heat? As in-?" He cuts you off with a breathless "Yes. Exactly what you're thinking." Your poor baby looks wrecked, you've never seen him in such a state.

"I have to g-go somewhere, I can't be around you." You stop him before he can get up, your hands placed on his broad and hard chest that is so hot, even through his clothing, it nearly burns your skin. "I want to help. You don't have to go through this alone, you know that right?" You can't help but to feel a pang through your chest at the thought of him not wanting to be around you, but it's not at all the way you think it is. He's scared of himself when he's around you like this.

Being in heat for his kind is already hard enough, without a mate it can be excruciating with endless nights of lying awake in sweaty sheets with his hands pumping himself until there's nothing left in him to release. But having a mate, and smelling their scent, your scent. It's intoxicating.

"I can't a-ask you to help me when I'm like this." He replies, head turning away as he breaths through his teeth, body feeling hotter by the second just from your touch. You reach up, cupping his jaw and gently forcing him to look at you. "You don't have to ask baby. I'm here. Just tell me what to do. I'll take care of you." The light in his eyes shines so bright you could see it from miles away, the feeling of need spreading through his body like wildfire.