IMAGINES // {bill skarsgård}

good time (nsfw)

warnings: sexual content, daddy kink, oral (female on male), cursing (very loosely based off the scene in hemlock grove)

You had just topped off your second drink when you noticed a tall figure in the corner of your eye. Smirking, you turned your body away from it, knowing exactly what you were doing.

You placed a hand on the shoulder of the man you were with, some guy you had met the other day. You had a habit of dating around.

"How about we go back to my place?" he slurred drunkenly into your ear. You pulled away slightly, not wanting to go anywhere with him, but you needed to get that sexy figure in the corner's attention.

"How about we stay right here?" you smirked and kissed him deeply, his tongue delving deep into your mouth and almost making you feel sick. He was a looker, but definitely not the best kisser.

You pulled away again, feeling someone's presence behind you. You heard a man cough, and you turned around, and the gaze of the man you were with followed you.

"Is this guy showing you a good time?" he asked, voice smooth and sweet as liqueur. This man, Bill, was practically glowing in the dim light of the club, and it made bubbles of excitement grow in your abdomen. You felt the man behind you grow irate before you saw it, and gave the man in front of you a smug look.

"I don't know, do you think you could show me a better one?" your eyes flickered up to his, flirtatiously so, just the sight of you looking up at him with those big eyes making him stiffen in his pants. It had been a while since he'd seen you like that, and was eager for it to happen again.

"Hey, man, go find another chick to bother," warned your date, standing up. Bill chuckled, clearly amused by his attempt at intimidation.

"I think I like bothering this one right here," Bill stated, and the man pushed him. Bill immediately sent a punch straight for his face, knocking him out. You sat there, stunned at how fast that all went down, before Bill brought you back from your thoughts. "Let's get out of here," he said, offering you his hand. You gladly took it, stepping over your old date's unconscious body and following your new one out of the bar before the cops came.

"So, what kind of good time were you thinking of showing me?" Before you could even register where he was taking you, he pinned you up against the brick building and held your hands high above your head.

"The kind of good time where you're left screaming and begging me for more," he whispered, sucking on your earlobe. It sent shivers down your spine, your core already becoming wet. This man was talented when it came to dirty talk.

"Bill," you said, already unable to make sentences. He smirked at your attempt, and kissed you lightly.

"What do you call me, sweet girl?" he teased you, knowing your kinks better than you did.

"D-daddy," you breathed out, the name making his heart skip a beat. He may have known your kinks better than you, but that was mostly because he shared them with you.

"Good girl, come here," he said, guiding you to the alley behind the bar. You followed obediently, heart racing in your chest and panties growing wetter by the second, until he stopped in front of a wall about 10 feet into the alley. "Get on your knees," his voice seemed loud in the silence of the night, and made you jump a little. Once you called down, you did so, wanting to be a good girl for him. "Open that pretty little mouth," he began unbuckling his pants, the sound exciting the primal instinct deep with you. You let your mouth fall open, waiting for him to shove his huge member down your throat as he usually did.

Except this time, the familiar feeling of choking never came, instead he just held his cock in front of your face, staring down at you with an expression you couldn't read.

Finally, the words "beg for it" left that perfect mouth of his.

You took in a breath, not expecting to be put on the spot like this. You were used to the things you said in the bedroom, or on the street in this case, being rehearsed, and you were thrown completely for a loop.

"I'm waiting, pretty girl," he began tugging his cock, growing impatient.

You gulped, and finally spoke. "Please let me have your cock, Daddy, I need it," you whined, meaning every single word. He smiled down at you, a smile full of lust, and you knew he was satisfied. Finally, he took your chin in his hand and opened your mouth up, shoving his cock into it. You gagged, the feeling of his whole cock in your mouth both pleasureful and painful, and he let out a loud groan.

You began working on his cock, your hand moving to   the base of it and rubbing everything you couldn't fit into your mouth. He, however, had different plans, and pushed your hands away. He grabbed the back of your head and began fucking your face, making your eyes water and your throat hurt.

"Oh, God, just like that babygirl," he praised, and you felt like the prettiest girl in the world. "Touch yourself for Daddy, I want my princess to cum," he said, and you knew it wasn't a suggestion. You reached your now free hands down and began rubbing your swollen clit through your panties, your dress hiked up onto your hips. You moaned onto his cock at the friction, the vibrations sending chills down his spine and making his eyes roll back into his head.

He took his cock out, letting you take a breath, and began pumping it so he could cum faster.

"Suck on Daddy's balls," he ordered, taking your head and pushing it into his crotch. You obliged, taking one in your mouth and rubbing his shaft with your free hand. You looked him in the eyes as you did this, the eroticism of it all finally hitting you. You began to inch closer to the edge, your cries becoming more and more desperate and he knew it.

"D-daddy," you whined, feeling yourself coming to the end, but you just couldn't quite get there.

"Stand up," he said, pulling you up toward him. He turned you both around so you were against the wall and pushed you up against it, forcing you to look him in the eye. Giving himself a couple pumps, he lifted your leg up and pulled your panties to the side, pushing himself into your tight snatch. You cried out at the feeling of him filling you up, and he let out a loud and chesty groan.

"Bill, oh God," you couldn't help the sounds escaping your mouth at that point, but you weren't quite there still. Bill, growing frustrated and needing to cum, took the hand that wasn't holding your leg up and wrapped it around your throat, sending a whole new wave of pleasure through your body.

"Fucking cum for me right now, little girl," he growled, the need to cum putting him in his most primal state. With the eye contact, the choking, and how well he filled you up, it all quickly became too much. You came with a howl, euphoria taking over your entire body. At the sight of you coming, Bill finally let go, a high pitched moan escaping him. He pulled out of you, his cum seeping out of you and down your legs. He watched with pride, reaching down to wipe some up and put in your mouth. You licked it up gratefully, loving the taste of him.

"We should go," you said finally, after a long silence accompanied with staring into each other's eyes. He nodded, now acting like the gentleman he usually was, not the crazy sex-fiend he was a minute ago.

"Sorry I took you away from your date," he said, awkwardly putting his hands in his pockets, "and knocked him out."

You giggled, "I'm glad you did. You definitely showed me a good time."