Bill Skarsgård • Roman Godfrey Imagines

Bratty- a prompt sorta?

Bill being a teasing dom who thinks it's funny to get u worked up 😔✊

Should this whole concept be made into a full length version?

Nsfw, duh

"It's just-ugh, you never listen,"

You're practically pulling at your roots as you kick off your shoes upon entering your apartment, your boyfriend trailing behind, no doubt rolling his eyes at your outburst.

"Do you not respect my opinion, Bill? Is that it?"

You're being dramatic, you both know it, but even so he still closes the door behind him gently, careful not to slam it.

His shoes scuff against the hardwood floor as he approaches you, his warmth behind you within a few seconds.

"You're being really bratty, don't you think?"

You shiver as the ghost of his breath puffs against the shell of your ear, and he takes notice of the way your nipples seem to harden underneath your shirt.

You cross your arms, out of defiance, and to hide the hard nipples. He's already seen them, of course, but you're prideful.

Upon recieving no response, your boyfriend wraps his long, steady arms around your torso, bending slightly as to make it easier considering your difference in stature.

"Not gonna talk? Hmm..."

You can practically hear the smirk in his voice as a pillowy pair of lips kiss the side of your throat, a sound close to a moan escaping your mouth.

You squirm, scoffing as you push him off and stomp somewhere away from him.

It's really frustrating being in a relationship with someone that looks like sex on legs, mostly because you can't even be angry with the man without wanting him to rearrange your guts.

"You're annoying!"

You yell out to him when you reach the halfway mark to your room, mentally deciding whether or not you're gonna take a hot bath to melt away your stress, or if a cold shower might be better.

"That's not what you were saying last night."

You freeze, a slew of emotions rendering you speechless for about five seconds as you turn around to face him, being met with an expression that you know all too well.

He knows he's got you, knows that now you're definitely thinking about how he fucked you to sleep last night. He knows that you don't even know that you're looking him up and down.

When you meet his eyes, something clicks, and suddenly an atmosphere falls between you two like light rain.

You know the feeling, right?

Your heart skips a beat but then picks up times ten, and now he's walking towards you and everything starts to tingle. Your toes, between your thighs, like you're on vibrate all of a sudden and he is the one controlling it.

"You remember what you said, huh baby?"

He asks you as if he expects you to answer, which he doesn't, so when you reply it takes him by surprise, but in a good way.

"I say alot of words and none of them make sense."

He chuckles with fondness, and you watch with rapt attention as he traces a line above your collar, before allowing one hand to gently grip the back of your neck, while the other cups your cheek.

"Seemed like it made enough sense, considering the fact that you were begging."

His mouth is so close to yours you can almost taste it, your hands fisting the front of his shirt as your figure rests against him.

"You said something like...please, make me cum daddy."

He feels you tremble in his arms, your hips moving forward only slightly, but enough to where you  can press yourself against him, tauntingly.

"Yeah well, you had no problem fulfilling my request."

Now your hands have slipped underneath his shirt, against the warm softness of his hips, up to the taut expanse of his abdomen. You feel every little twitch and flex as he moves, and the need to have him take you right here and right now is becoming overwhelming.

"I never said I did, sweetheart." He replies, giving back what you've given as he begins to slowly grind himself against you, creating friction between the both of you.

You accidentally let a moan slip, but does it really matter now?

I mean, you're practically getting off by him rubbing you through your clothes, in the middle of your hallway on a Monday afternoon.

"Then why are we fighting, Bill?" You ask, breathless and needy and hungry. For dick.

"Hmm, dunno. You want me to fuck the attitude out of you, sweets?"

He's nipping at your throat now and all inhibitions are lost, panties already sodden with wetness, making you impatient with the need to release.

"Yes yes please, fuck me."

He's got you scooped up in his arms now, the bed only a few feet away.

Maybe being bratty isn't so bad after all.

When yall don't tell me abt spelling errors and let me look dumb ,,, 😔