Bill Skarsgård • Roman Godfrey Imagines

Neighbor-part 2

-sexually explicit content ahead
-like really explicit
-this is basically porn with a plot
-praise kink! Uwu
-dry humping
-size kink!
-read at your own discretion

*Gif is not a description of what you have to look like

"Have you seen Bill? I've been looking for him everywhere."  You'd run into the only friend of Bills that didn't fit in with him and the rest of his jock friends.

With his shaggy dark hair and clothes with the same, matching description, you'd been surprised when you first found out Landon was one of Bills closest friends.

"N-no, havent seen him anywhere." It was a blatant lie, but you couldn't bring yourself to tell him about the situation you'd just witnessed. Hell, you didn't even have the strength to express your distaste for the man he's looking for.

He quirked a dark brow at you, ring clad fingers clasped around a red solo cup, hands swishing the booze inside of it around as he chewed on the inside of his lip.

"I know you're lying, it's fine. I know you don't like him. It's a shame, though, cause he likes you more than he would ever admit."

Nothing in the world would have ever confirmed Landon's words, or made you believe that what he said was true.

Nothing except this, the taste of Bills tongue, his palms flat against the curve of your ass and your knees digging into the mattress on either side of his thighs as he drinks you in.

Once you'd granted him consent, which was pretty damn obvious before hand but he needed to hear it verbally as to risk any misunderstanding, it was an immediate reaction.

A hungry mouth, greedy hands, fire coursing through both of your veins and creating a deep yearning within the pit of your chests.

His mouth is so plush, tongue so soft and body so firm underneath you. You've never felt these sensations before, the riveting adrenaline and pure desire that nearly causes you to rip his clothes off right here and now.

Hes obviously feeling the same way, or so you presume, if the firm bulge pressing at your crotch through the thin material of his sweats says anything.

"Wanted to do this forever." He mumbles, his mouths movements becoming messy and sloppy as they move over your chin and down to the length of your jaw.

You mewl out for him, fingernails digging into the material of his tee shirt that is covering his broad shoulders.

"Me too." You breathe out, letting your head lull back as to give his lips better access to your neck and clavicle that he so vehemently presses open mouthed kisses to.