Bill Skarsgård Imagines { Ongoing }

𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝*

summary: in which; you disobey some orders and have to be reminded who the boss is.

trigger warnings: mature themes.

word count: 2.4k

includes: oral (female receiving), use of toys, teasing, edging, sex.

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BILL was pissed. No, he was beyond pissed.

You can't do one goddamn thing he asks. He asks you to stay in the car while he handles his business, you don't listen; follows right behind him. He asks you to make a call for him, you don't do it; and then he has to deal with his unexcused absence. The things he wouldn't ask you to do, like; bake him cookies, cook his favorite dinner, buy those scented candles that he loves so much, you would do. In a heartbeat.

You love to bake, and you love to make sure every little thing you do is for Bill's happiness. But you've never been good at following directions—and it only deepened when you met Bill a few years ago. You remember it like it was yesterday. You were at the club with your friends, dancing, having a good time; and then you laid your eyes on him. Standing there in the corner with his dark eyes, bringing his glass up to his lips. He watched you, through the night. Making sure no one got too handsy with you. He wanted to be the one to touch your skin, to leave you feeling his presence for days to come. And he got that. He got everything he wanted and more.

That brings them to where they are now—four years later and going as strong as ever. Going through thick and thin together, and they couldn't be more happy. But what's a relationship without a little bit of annoyance? A little bit of disobedience? Bill stared at you from across the kitchen table, your smooth skin glistening in the kitchen light. Your head was bowed, your fingers playing with the strings on your shorts. Bill can be intimidating, but most of the time he's the softest man anyone could meet. "So what was that today, huh?" It was the first he spoke since they got home, his voice laced with annoyance.

You didn't look up, instead, you put your hands flat on your thighs and closed your eyes, inhaling a breath. "I don't know," your voice was soft, your hair cascading down your back as you lifted your head to him. He was staring at you intensely, and you pressed your thighs together seeing him like that; so annoyed. His brows were furrowed, a little indention on his forehead. His lips brought into a frown. He was disappointed, but mostly he was annoyed. You're usually his good little girl, doing things that you know keeps him happy. At home, enjoys following his rules, doing as he says. But when they're out, that's when your disobedience takes over.

        "I asked you to stay in the car, and you didn't listen." He stood up from his chair, the chair scraping against the hardwood floor. He walked over to you, his strides short and quick. His finger touched your chin, your head lifting up to him. As soon as he looked into your bright, innocent eyes, he wanted to give in. To wrap you up in his arms and just hold you for the rest of the night. But he couldn't; because you would keep doing this. Getting on his nerves, knowing that he would break and give in to you. "Do you know what happens to little girls who don't follow the rules?"

You shook your head, your eyes closing for a moment; only to look up and see his intense emerald eyes staring back into yours. He looked extremely hot, and you could feel yourself getting tingly between your legs. You want him to touch you, to make you quiver and shake until you couldn't take it anymore. You, so badly, wanted him to take you; to have his way with you. But you knew that you had to be patient. You were bratty today, and brats don't get rewarded.