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Wide-eyed, you entered the spacious and stylishly furnished club the Skarsgårds had rented in celebration of Alexander’s award-winning performance in his latest movie role. A big party was in order and everyone was invited – all the Skarsgård siblings, all the partners and spouses, relatives, close friends and colleagues.

Being a very close friend of Valter and on really good terms with the family for years, you were invited as well. In fact, you were so close with them that the Skarsgård parents had kindly paid for your flight and accommodation, as you couldn’t quite afford traveling to LA with what little savings you had. Needless to say, you were entirely overwhelmed by so much generosity and had tried to turn down the offer for all one is worth until Stellan forbade you to ever talk about it again, otherwise he would buy you expensive new clothes as well. That worked wonders and you silently accepted the gift while at least paying for the dress you’d be wearing tonight with your own money.

Now that you were here, you felt decently confident with your choice of clothing and makeup but a palpable weight of anxiety lay on your chest. Not only were there actual Hollywood celebrities within arm’s reach, but you also weren’t exactly the partying kind and didn’t feel overly comfortable in large crowds. The biggest anxiety-inducing factor however was that Bill, your long-term-crush, would be here and was guaranteed to look too gorgeous for his own good.

With a quiet sigh, you allowed your friends to pull you deeper into the club where hugs and congratulations for Alexander were in order before your group moved over to the bar, chitchatting and giggling all the while. Just when your little clique was about to place their order, a familiar voice sounded from behind.

“Aha! Found you all finally.”

It was Bill, greeted by laughter and many ‘hellos’, and he looked absolutely magnificent, dressed in a dark blue suit that fit his tall frame like a glove. The dress shirt underneath was unbuttoned just enough to make you start fantasizing, and his brunette hair was neatly combed back except for one unruly strand in front of his forehead that made him look effortlessly irresistible. Like always, you made an effort to avoid his emerald green gaze and pretended to be immersed in the drink menu.

“Mind if I join my brothers for a drink?” Bill asked mirthfully and took a seat at the bar.

“We were actually trying to hide from you, but now that you’re unfortunately here, we can hardly send you away,” Valter replied teasingly, making everyone laugh.

Man, you were nervous. You really liked Bill and you’ve had a severe crush on him for years – basically ever since you first saw him and he gave you a warm smile with those plush lips and looked at you with an intense gaze from his magnificent, green eyes. But except for some stolen glances and the involuntary blush on your cheeks, you had never tried to act on this crush.

It seemed deeply inappropriate to make a move. If he rejected you, it would only result in things becoming extremely awkward, especially in your position as a family friend. Therefore, you tried to treat him like a celebrity crush – someone you desperately wanted but knew you couldn’t have.

The fact that you knew Bill privately and knew he was not only a smoking hot actor but also a genuinely lovely person only made things worse. So far, you have contented yourself with drooling over him from a safe distance and engaging in one or two daydreams from time to time. Some nights you allowed your mind to wander off to more sinful scenarios, which in turn only made the tint on your cheeks deeper every next time you saw Bill.

“And what will you drink?” Someone addressed you. Being so immersed in thoughts, you hadn’t realized everyone was placing orders already.

Being near Bill always made you extremely jittery and there was no way you could act remotely normal if he was going to join you and his siblings tonight. You didn’t particularly like drinking alcohol, but maybe it would actually be beneficial to be a little tipsy just for one night to help you loosen up and actually enjoy the party without being permanently tense. So, you ordered a cocktail that would hopefully taste good enough.

-

Several hours later, one drink had somehow turned into many and you were a giggling and cackling mess. You were still enough in your senses to be surprised at how much fun you were having and with how much ease you suddenly spun on the dance floor without a worry on your heart. Your new upfront and bold, drunk self even had the audacity to bluntly flirt with Bill a couple of times, although his reactions remained an unreadable mystery to you.

The clock struck way past midnight when the club slowly started emptying. A part of you desperately wanted to go to bed while the other was having too much fun to leave, especially since it promised more chances to hit on your long-term crush.

Another two hours later, the Skarsgård siblings and you were pretty much the only ones left and you finally waved the empty club goodbye. In your defense, you weren’t the only one hammered.

As you stumbled out the doors, you were arm in arm with Gustaf, wearing some person’s wig, and Eija who had somehow lost her shoes in the course of the evening. Valter, Sam and Alexander followed closely, singing sea shanties. The only one who wasn't completely plastered was Bill.

Half amused, half worried, he ushered the whole lot inside an Uber to take you back to the hotel. Inside, it was pretty crammed, as the vehicle wasn’t exactly built to transport seven people, let alone six tall and lanky Skarsgårds who all happened to have exceptionally long legs.

However, you had absolutely no reason to be bothered by it, taking it as a free invite to brush your leg against Bill's. Your dress was halfway ridden up your thigh and you didn’t bother pulling it back down. It stoked the lively images of Bill's large hand being wrapped around your bare thigh, squeezing it, then sliding further up beneath the hem.

The thought alone made you flustered and you decided to wind the car window down for the LA night air could cool off your hot cheeks and distract you from the throbbing ache between your legs. It helped a little but not enough.

As you were staring out the window at the city’s nocturnal skyline rolling by, you failed to notice how Bill’s longing gaze actually rested on your exposed leg for but a moment.

-

Still chuckling and drunk-babbling, the Skarsgårds spilled into the hotel lobby, ignoring the receptionist’s slightly exasperated expression. With a bit of an effort, every last one of you crammed into one elevator cabin, leaving you trapped between a sweaty Skarsgård-sandwich. One by one, the siblings dispersed onto the individual floors and soon you were left with only Bill and Valter. When the elevator came to a halt on Valter’s floor, he poked Bill’s chest and hiccupped:

“Jus’ make sure sh-she gets to bed safely. She’snt used to drink’ng so much.”

Then he slapped your shoulder goodnight and tottered into the empty hallway. Just as the doors were about to close you saw him tripping comically over a fold in the carpet. The cursed “shit” on his lips was cut off as the doors shut and the elevator continued its ride upwards.

Now it was just the two of you and you couldn’t help a silly and unnecessary giggle that seemed unnaturally loud inside the almost-empty cabin. Straining your last functioning brain cells to think of something witty to keep up the cheerful mood brought forth nothing, as your mind was swept empty like the Sahara desert.

Bill seemed tense now that you were the only company left but before you had the chance to be sad about it, the elevator came to its final halt with a loud ‘bing’.

“Alright, let’s go” Bill softly said as he stepped out of the cabin.

“O-oh you don’t actually have to bring me to bed, ” you replied with surprise. “Valter was jus’ tryin’ to be nice.”

It didn't even take you five steps in your heels on the bloody carpet before you rolled your ankle and nearly fell flat on your face, if not for Bill who quickly jumped to your aid and saved you from a graceless descent, holding you by your waist and arms.

“Aw, shit!” You cursed, feeling dizzy. “I’m sorry.”

“Come on, let me help you, please.” Bill gently dragged you forwards. “My room is on this floor too anyway. And I'd hate for you to sprain an ankle at the last minute.”

“Oh, thank you. ” Genuine delight stirred your belly. “That’s s-so sweet of you!”

You really liked the way his hands felt on your waist. Long fingers pressed into the soft flesh of your side, gently but firmly. It was easier than ever to imagine what his hold would feel like on other parts of your body… In other situations. You allowed your head to fall sideways, resting against Bill’s broad chest and his scent was nothing short of intoxicating – a mix of perfume, sweat and his natural body odor.

Shit. You wanted more.

Deliberately, you acted a little more helpless than you actually were, tripping on purpose just so he had to tighten his grip on your waist. God, you loved the way that felt. You yearned for  him to dig his fingers into your flesh and touch you so much harder.

Peeking up, you once again noticed how much taller than you he was. If he wanted, nothing could stop him from easily pinning you in place and doing whatever he pleased with you.

Even your deliberately slow pace to prolong the time in  Bill’s arms, couldn't prevent the arrival at your door. It took you a while until you managed to clumsily  fetch the key card from your purse. Bill quickly snatched it from your hand and unlocked the door for you.

“There you go” he said softly as he held it open for you to enter.

‘Please come inside’ you begged internally. When you staggered and had to support yourself against the wall, it was only half on purpose but it was all it took for Bill to get a hold of your arms once again to keep you from falling.

“Careful now” he commented and seemed slightly more nervous than before. Carefully, he guided you to the edge of your bed to take a seat. With a relieved grown you kicked your heels off.

“Fucking ouch” you whined. “These hurt like a motherfucker.”

“I can only imagine” Bill replied with a sincere smile and you couldn’t help but stare at the perfect curve of his lips that looked so unfathomably kissable. He seemed a little indecisive, eyes darting all over the room, across your luggage that was only partly stowed away, back to you. Was he nervous? Was he excited to be in your room?

‘Yes, yes, yes!’ you cheered mentally.

“Sooo, uhm” Bill finally cleared his throat. “Do you want me to stay until you’ve taken your makeup off and changed?”

Well, that certainly wasn’t what you had expected. When you stared up at him with big eyes he hastily elaborated.

“Well, I’ve heard you’re always supposed to take your makeup off before going to bed, or else you’ll wake up with nasty skin.” The faint tint of pink on his cheeks looked absolutely adorable. Wasn’t he just the cutest?

“I just don’t want you to fall and hit your head or anything.” Bill shook his head a little as if he thought he was being silly and added: “But I’ll leave you be, if you think you’re fine.” He carefully took a step backwards.

“N-n-no you’re right!” Longingly, you reached one hand out for him. “Don’t leave yet. I need you!” What was supposed to be a silent thought came out loudly.

Bill stopped dead in his tracks and stared, flabbergasted. “P-Pardon me?” He thought he must have misheard.

Terrified, you froze in your seat and returned his intense gaze with dilated pupils. With a racing heart, you eyed the divine-looking, tall man up and down. His chestnut-brown hair was messy from the long night and you would sell a kidney to rake your fingers through it and make it even messier. Preferably while the two of you were making a fucking mess of your bedsheets. You wanted nothing more than to strip every piece of clothing off his ethereal body, drink up the sight of him and kiss and bite every inch you could reach.

“I need you…r help” you sluggishly corrected after what felt like an inappropriately long time. The throbbing sensation between your legs tormented you like a second heartbeat, so you inconspicuously squeezed your thighs together while nervously twisting the hem of your dress with clammy fingers.

“Very well, I'm happy to help” Bill responded and had to clear his throat once more. “What do you, erm, need me to do?”

Now wasn’t that the perfect setup? Something smart was surely somewhere in the back of your mind, but alas, you were bloody drunk and you wanted him in your bed!

“I need you to… Oh FUCK it! I need you to kiss me! I want you to fuck me right now!” You jumped to your feet with astonishing swiftness and wrapped your arms around Bill’s neck faster than he could blink.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa there!” Bill gasped, trying to push you off with gentle force.

Due to the height difference, you couldn’t quite reach the lips that you wanted to taste so badly, so you settled for the little bit of chest that lay bare in front of you behind his unbuttoned collar. The taste of his skin alone was enough to cause a rush of heat into your core. Even standing on your tippy-toes, Bill’s lips remained far out of your reach.

“Please, Bill” you pouted as he firmly grabbed you by the upper arms, trying to keep you at a safe distance. His breath went fast and the deep-red hues tinted his cheeks.

“Please fuck me, Bill” you shamelessly begged. “I want you so fucking badly!”

“I'm flattered, I promise, but I can’t just -, we can’t just…“ he stammered, helplessly trying to keep you at bay without touching you too much. His attempts felt not exactly convincing.

“Can’t just what? Huh?” You smirked coyly (or at least thought you did) and were suddenly struck by a flash of genius. Eagerly,  you slumped down on your knees and reached for Bill’s belt.

“Oh my god, no!” the man exclaimed panicky and caught your wrists in his hands, holding them firmly. “You’re completely drunk!”

Well, he was bloody damn right about that. As you were kneeling down there, the world seemed to spin at disturbingly high speed, making you not so sure if you’d be able to get up again.

“Yeah and so what?” you whined, staring up at him with doe eyes. “You look so beautiful and I’m in love with you” you declared nonchalantly and didn’t struggle anymore because you liked the way Bill's hands were wrapped around your wrists, making them look so small in his grasp.

“Wha-, why are you saying this?” Bill softly gasped. “You’re not thinking straight right now.”

“NO, it’s true!” you cried and forcefully tugged on Bill’s hands, letting yourself fall onto your back which sent him staggering forwards. So as not to crush you, he had to release your wrists and catch himself with the flats of his hands, involuntarily caging you under his body. Your loins commented on the sight of him on top of you with a needy throb. Immediately, you seized the moment, catching Bill in a prison of arms and legs around his narrow waist.

“I swear, it’s true. I swear, I swear, I swear. I’ve been in love with you ever since I first saw you.”

Bill placed his hands on your hips in an attempt to push you off but didn't stand a chance against your surprisingly vise-like grip. You didn’t even think of letting go now that you had him where you needed him. The tussle had pushed your dress all the way up over your hips and the sensation of his hands on your bare skin made your core ache. A needy moan escaped your mouth. Seeing an opportunity, your teeth found his earlobe and your drenched core ground up against his pelvis. You swore there was distinct hardness behind his trousers.

“Fuck,” Bill breathed through gritted teeth and tensed in your grasp. For just a moment, his hips involuntarily bucked into yours and his hold tightened, fingers digging into your flesh.

“Yes, oh my god, yes! Please!” you pleaded, placing an abundance of kisses all over the man’s neck and jaw bones. “I’ve been dreaming about you every night,” you admitted needily. “I’ve been dreaming of you on top of me, just like this. I need you deep inside me and to fuck me until the morning, please!” Begging, you stared up with teary eyes. The heat between your thighs was unbearable and you were so incredibly sensitive, you might just cum from the faintest of touch from a finger or tongue.

“Stop…” Bill was begging as well, but his voice was weak and you clearly felt his bulge between your legs, rubbing against the most tender part of your body.

“But I don’t want to stop. I want you,” you declared pleadingly and suckled on his neck, brushing your teeth against his Adam’s Apple.

“Aw, shit!” He cursed under his breath and all of a sudden you found yourself being yanked in the air with Bill's hands securely wrapped around the undersides of your thighs. Being not entirely sober himself, he stumbled a little and bumped into the wall with you. You were so in heat that you failed to care. All you knew was that you wanted his cock inside you. When you realized he was carrying you to bed, you nearly screamed out with delight and when he gently placed you on the edge of it, you couldn’t help it any longer and pressed your lips on his.

With your arms still tightly locked around his neck, his  meek attempts of resistance were hardly noticeable. After not even a few seconds, his mouth virtually melted into yours. Shamelessly, you moaned into his mouth and felt so happy, you could cry. One of Bill’s hands moved to the back of your head, pushing into your hair, pulling you even deeper into this heavenly kiss that made the wetness pool between your thighs. He exhaled a breathy moan when you teasingly nibbled on his lower lip and immediately took vengeance on you by biting and sucking on your lip in return, making it puffy and plump. He tasted even better than you had ever imagined and you desperately needed his tongue on other parts of your body.

The arousal became simply unbearable so you scooted backwards on the mattress to make room for Bill who was still standing in front of the bed, awkwardly bending down to kiss you. You fully expected him to follow you and finally sink down between your thighs to fulfill your hottest dreams, but then all of a sudden his lips were gone and he determinedly freed himself from your clingy grasp.

So, he was many times stronger than you after all and could have easily freed himself at any point, had he really wanted to…

Just when your lips parted for a complaint, he spoke up.

-

“I’ll be right back.” Bill panted, breathless from the sinful, heated kiss.

You stared at him with big eyes and pink cheeks, obviously unsure of what he meant.

“I-, I’ll just go to the bathroom real quick. You wait for me here, okay?”

God, there was a beautiful woman sitting right in front of him, wearing a dress that hugged her gorgeous body in all the right places and she was all worked up, looking at him with teary doe-eyes, practically begging him to fuck her. And yet he wasn’t drunk enough to give in. He was still enough in his senses to remember that a gentleman wouldn’t take advantage of someone in such a fragile and hazy state of mind.

It did take all his power of will to resist you. The intoxicating taste of your sweet lips was almost too tempting and the feeling of your teeth nibbling on his neck drove him wild. He’d give anything to bury his cock deep inside your cunt and fuck you into the mattress until dusk and make you scream his name, just like you had asked. If only you were sober, he wouldn’t have hesitated for a second.

“Aww, okay” you replied, sounding a little taken aback, but obviously didn’t want to keep him from going to the bathroom. “Promise you’ll be back soon?”

“Promise! Just lie down and get comfortable. I won’t be long.” Bill gulped down heavily, hoping that this meek plan would work. Carefully, he moved backwards.

“Alright.” You smiled coyly and suddenly yanked your dress over your head, rendering yourself entirely bare except for the drenched pair of panties. The way your breasts sprang free nearly made Bill’s eyes fall out of his head and he had to clench his fists hard in order to keep himself from jumping right back and pouncing on you.

“I’ll be waiting for you just like this” you purred and spread your legs a little, revealing just how wet you were for him.

Fuck, fuck, shit, crap.

It took every last bit of Bill’s power of will to not eat you out and make you cum three times in a row right here and now.

“Y-yes. Perfect” he managed to rasp before quickly retreating to the bathroom, locking the door behind himself.

Heavily, he braced himself against the sink, trying to get his breathing under control while  observing his reflection in the mirror. He looked absolutely wasted, his hair a mess, his shirt halfway torn open, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. Hastily, he splashed cold water on his face.

“Fuck” he muttered under his breath. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

What was he doing here, hiding from you in the bathroom? He was painfully aware that he was missing out on some damn good sex, but what was way more important was that he didn’t want to hurt you. You seemed like such a kind and sweet soul and he had always genuinely enjoyed your presence, even though you had never been conversing with him all too much. Bill had always assumed you were simply a very reserved person, but now that he was thinking about it, he had noticed a few stolen glances and shy smiles directed at him over the years.

Maybe you were actually telling the truth and you did have a crush on him? That would be simply too good to be true. Bill really liked you and he didn’t want to screw up by taking advantage of you in a situation like this. Especially since he knew you typically weren’t so prone to alcohol. How could he make out with you with a clear conscience? You would probably wake up feeling terrible, hating him for even allowing that kiss to happen. So much for being a gentleman.

Bill was angry at himself for almost giving into his primal instincts so easily, when you were in a most vulnerable state.

With a quiet groan he took a seat on the closed toilet lid and buried his forehead in his hands. His head hurt terribly and he already knew he would get to enjoy one hell of a headache tomorrow. Vigilantly he listened for any sounds from the bedroom but everything seemed quiet. A quick glance at his phone told him that it was almost 5am. After a few more minutes for good measure, he unlocked the door in slow motion and warily peeked around the corner.

There you were, passed out on the bed and soundly asleep, just like he had hoped. Careful not to make a sound, he stalked over to you and gingerly pulled the duvet over you, cautious not to look at your exposed body. Only when he was sure that you were completely covered, he cast another glance at you, wearing a relieved smile on his lips.

“Sleep tight” he whispered before sneaking out of your room, carefully closing the door behind himself.

As soon as he was out in the hallway, he exhaled loudly. Bill picked up the pace and hurried to his own room. There still was a blaring problem in his pants to be taken care of…

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You woke up feeling like a sack of shit. Your head hurt like a bitch and even the slightest sound rang in your ears like a siren. On top of that, your circulation was fucked and as soon as you tried to get up, the world started spinning like a carousel. Not a moment too soon, you managed to stumble to the bathroom where you threw up in the sink until every last bit of your stomach contents had come to the light of day.

Looking and feeling like a corpse, you fell onto your bum on the bathroom tiles and buried your head in your hands, groaning with pain. How many painkillers would you need to ever get over this headache?

It took you a few moments to form another clear thought. The tiles felt pretty cold against the bare skin of your back and you wondered why. Why were you in your panties? A second later the events of last night came crashing back into your memory with might and main.

‘Oh my god. What have I done?’ 

What in all heavens had you done? You broke out in tears, sobbing gut-wrenchingly but not for long because every sob felt like a hammer blow to the inside of your skull. You managed to crawl into the shower on all fourth, sitting motionlessly under the hot stream of water that nearly boiled your skin. It was a pleasant sensation because it partially distracted you from the disgrace you were. 

How could you ever look Bill in the eyes again? You’d have to carry that shame with you for the rest of your life. Cutting all ties and secretly flying back home seemed like a tempting option. Bill had simply tried to be a gentleman and help your disgusting, drunk ass get into bed and what had you done in return? You had assaulted him, sexually harassed him. The only thing that had kept you from getting your way was the fact that Bill was physically stronger than you. 

Just imagining the situation the other way around made you sick to your stomach. Having a physically stronger, drunk man forcing himself upon you without consent had to be every woman’s worst nightmare.  You didn’t remember every detail from last night but you remembered enough to loathe your whole existence. Bill literally had to hide from you in the bathroom to get away from your horny ass. 

You remained in the shower for at least an hour until your skin was red and wrinkly and every last bit of last night’s sweat and make up was washed down the drain. It was the insistent sound of knocking on the door that finally lured you out of the shower cabin. The thumping unpleasantly resounded in your sensitive skull, so you quickly wrapped yourself in a clean towel and yanked the door open, wearing your nastiest  grumpy face.

“WOW, you look absolutely miserable!” Valter greeted you, although he wasn’t looking his best himself.

You kept your arms crossed in front of your chest and glared at him, remaining silent.

“Pretty hammered last night, weren't you, eh?” he teased and pushed past you, carelessly slumping down on your ruffled bed. 

The irate expression on your face was overshadowed with worry at the sound of Valter’s remark. Was he referring to the party or… something else? Had Bill told him anything? You’d have to leave the country if he had.

“I never knew you could do pirouettes! I thought ‘daaaamn, who is this?!’” your friend laughed.

“Great, I love not being myself,” you snarked.

“Wow, you’re really pissed today,” Valter remarked, sounding a little sad. “Sorry, I was just trying to be funny.”

“Ugh, no, I’m sorry” you back-paddled, feeling guilty. “It’s just… I have a terrible headache. I puked in the sink and tried to drown myself in the shower. So… yeah.”

“Ah. I see.” Valter nodded, knowingly. “Hangover is a bitch.” After a moment he added: “Wanna come down for dinner though?”

“What? For dinner? What time is it even?!” you asked, shocked.

“It’s almost 8pm, my dear,” Valter grinned. That means you must have slept for more than 12 hours. 12 hours of sleep and you still felt like a walking corpse. 

The last thing you wanted right now was to see the others for dinner. Especially one person you didn’t want to see at all, couldn’t see! You’d probably burst into tears right away.

After a little more bribery, you managed to convince Valter to get you a snack from a nearby food truck because you could impossibly leave the room because of your severe hangover. The truth was, you were simply too scared of running into any other Skarsgårds. Ultimately, you ended up hardly touching the food at all. Shame and self-loath spoiled your appetite and you spent restless, long hours in your room before sleep finally overtook you again.

-

The next day, you woke up finally feeling like yourself again – physically, at least. Mentally, you were still at rock-bottom and couldn’t imagine how you could ever feel alright again. A quick peek outside the window told you that it was high-noon already and a beautiful, sunny day that screamed to be spent outside by the beach, in the city or at the hotel pool. With a deep sigh you pulled the curtains shut, pondering on how to get something to eat without having to leave the room. Yesterday’s snack from the food truck had significantly changed its color and consistency so you opted for putting it in the trash rather than in your belly.

Remaining hungry for now, you decided to take another shower and spend some hours on your phone, trying to distract yourself somehow. Unenthusiastically you scrolled through Instagram, Twitter, Pinterest and any other platform you could think of but nothing truly sparked your interest or managed to take your mind off your misery.

Eventually you decided to pluck up your courage and text Valter.

You: “Hey. I know this is gonna sound weird. But can you bring me some food again?”

Valter: “??? Why’s that? Are you still in your room?”

You: “Yup. I’m kinda still not feeling well.”

Valter: “🤨”

Valter: “And I’m kinda not believing you”

You: “Could these eyes be lying? 🥺”

Valter: “LMAO, just come down here and get food yourself”

You: “-.-“

Valter: “I know you’re just embarrassed because we saw you drunk. It’s ok! No one cares, just fyi!”

Valter: “You’re only making it weird by hiding in your room like that 😂“

You: “Shut up”

‘Alright, then don’t bring me some food.’ Offended, you put your phone away. Valter literally had no idea. Thank God he didn’t, but he wasn’t exactly making it easier for you either. You couldn’t just go out there and pretend like nothing happened, could you? Pacing back and forth, you pondered your options until your phone suddenly buzzed again. It was the “Skarsgårds & friends” WhatsApp group chat that fittingly went by the name “LA idiots”. It was Gustaf, keeping up the running gag of the past days.

Gustaf: “IDIOTS, STATUS REPORT!”

It didn’t take long until the group chat was spammed with photos. When a status report was requested, everyone was obliged to immediately take a picture of themselves, regardless of whether they were taking a walk or sitting on the toilet. 

Apparently, Sam and his wife were down by the Santa Monica piers, whilst Alexander was hitting the gym and Valter was shoving an entire scoop of ice cream into his mouth whilst showing his middle finger to the camera. Your heart made a terrible leap when Bill’s name popped up on the screen. 

It seemed like he was alone by the pool, relaxing on a lounge chair in the shade of the palm trees. The photo was only showing his shins, feet and the view of the pool but that innocent sight alone was enough to make your heart ache horribly. A part of you whispered, that you could’ve been down there with Bill, casually hanging out with him, if you hadn’t screwed it all up last night. A bit of alcohol had turned you into a sex offender and now you had to pay the price for it.

Gustaf: “HEY, YOU, STATUS REPORT!”

Jesus, how quick were these people? Did they always have their phone on hand, even on vacation? Hardly 10 minutes had passed and you were the only person who hadn’t contributed a picture yet.

Valter: “She’s still sulking on her room because we saw her drunk :C”

Gustaf: “For real? STATUS REPORT!!”

Valter sent a picture of himself with a pouting face and some badly sketched-on smudged make-up, that was apparently supposed to represent your status report.

Valter: “This seems about right”

You texted him privately: “I literally hate you. I hope you know that.” To which he replied with a plain: “<3”.

-

It was 7pm when Valter forced you out of your room by vigorously hammering on the door for minutes straight. He had told you to stop being an “offended, overacting toddler” after you had called him an “insufferable, pesky nuisance” which resulted in you sullenly caving in and changing from your pajamas into some actual wearable street-clothes.

The Skarsgårds and friends were gathering in front of the hotel in order to head over to a nice restaurant for dinner together. As you were waiting for everyone to arrive, you tried to maintain a low profile, not making eye contact with anyone. Hopefully the redness on your cheeks and the excessive sweating would pass as a result of the LA heat and not from your anxiety.

When Bill finally walked out, you nearly died on the spot and frantically stared at your phone so that no one, and especially not Bill, could even assume that you were remotely interested in his presence. Only when the group finally got moving, you allowed yourself to cast a longer glance at Bill and of course he looked effortlessly gorgeous, as always. Wearing a dark pair of jeans and a V-neck shirt that accentuated his shoulders beautifully, he was walking in front of you like a tall, perfect, breathtaking angel who was miles out of your reach. You felt like crying.

Luckily, the restaurant wasn’t far from the hotel and it was nice and cool inside. Since there were so many of you, you were given a huge table and you managed to snatch a seat that was almost as far from Bill’s as possible, between some people who you knew weren’t super interested in chit-chatting with you anyway. Even though you were practically starving, you still had a hard time eating more than half of the delicious dish you ordered.

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Bill unobtrusively glanced your way several times in the course of the evening and his heart sank deeply at the sight of you. The expression on your beautiful face was as miserable as sin and you looked like a ghost while half-heartedly poking around in your food. He had been desperately searching for an opportunity to talk to you but he hadn’t caught a single glimpse of you yesterday. When Valter texted in the group chat today, Bill knew why and he felt terrible. 

It was obvious that this wasn’t about the others seeing you drunk, but about what had happened between him and you after the party. Bill had been standing in front of your door this afternoon, hand raised and ready to knock but had changed his mind at the last moment and hurried back to his own room, fearing it might be inappropriate to have a talk inside the very room where it had almost happened. Now that you were finally in a neutral environment, there were too many ears around, not to mention the fact that you had practically fled from him in order to snag a seat at the other end of the table.

Bill’s heart painfully stung in his chest. He wanted to apologize so desperately and tell you that he never meant to hurt you, that he respected and really liked you. He didn’t dare to dream about it but maybe, just maybe, you would give him another chance sometime. 

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After what felt like hours every last glass had finally been emptied and the conversations all across the table had died down. Everyone was ready to leave and you couldn’t be happier about it. Albeit the mood wasn’t unpleasant, you hadn’t participated in the conversations a lot, except for a sprinkled laugher or an occasional nod. Luckily no one had pestered you for being so quiet, which was one of the perks of being in such a large group of people – There were enough extroverts around to make up for your silence.

When you finally stepped out of the restaurant, the air had noticeably cooled off and the last colors of a beautiful sunset decorated the deep blue sky. You loved this time of day. It brought you a peace of mind which was more than welcomed today. Listening with half an ear, you overheard the others discussing where to go next. Most of them wanted to head down to a beach bar to enjoy a couple more drinks. Some others wanted to go on an after-dinner walk and make full use of the beautiful weather. The latter actually sounded pretty nice and some other day you probably would have joined in, but for today you felt like you had socialized enough. 

With a quiet “See you guys” you dismissed yourself, receiving a stern look from Valter and Gustaf, but thankfully they left you be. Avoiding all glances, you set off to the hotel. Perhaps you could enjoy the rest of the evening up on your balcony with a nice book, or simply admiring the view.

Your stomach dropped with terror when you heard a familiar voice behind you in the distance.

“I’ll be heading back as well, I think. I’m a little tired. Have a great night you all, see you tomorrow!”

‘Oh no.’

You tried to speed-walk for all one is worth without looking conspicuous, already knowing it would be in vain. With his impossibly long legs, Bill would catch up to you in no time. For a second you seriously contemplated breaking into a jog but quickly thought better of it. There was no need to make a fool of yourself more than you already had. In a knee-jerk reaction, you snatched your phone from your purse so you had something to fidget with, staring at it like you had something incredibly important to read and couldn’t care less about Bill’s looming presence behind you. 

‘Please walk past me!’

“Hi!” Bill greeted you, sounding strangely out of breath, although it couldn’t have been very exhausting for him to catch up with you.

“Oh. Hello.” You tried to act surprised, but ended up sounding rather pitiful. With squinted eyes you continued to stare at your phone like it was your saving grace.

 “Um, I… I really hope you don’t find it inappropriate, but I’ve been looking for a moment to talk to you.”

You inhaled sharply. Bill was walking right next to you, being tall, handsome and all you had ever wanted. You could feel his gaze on the crown of your head. The scent of his cologne somehow found its way to your nostrils. He was right there and he wanted to talk to you. 

“Oh? About what?” Maybe you could get away with playing dumb. You had been pretty drunk after all. There was a realistic chance you couldn’t remember anything about that night.

“About what happened after the party. Between you and me.” 

“Ah…” He wasn’t going to let you off the hook so easily. In contrast to him, you were a terrible actress and you were pretty sure you wouldn’t be able to play the dummy very convincingly. Your palms grew clammier as you scrambled for the right words - any words.

“Listen, I just wanted to tell you I’m very sorry.” Bill suddenly spoke up, sounding genuinely rueful and somehow nervous.

“Oh?” for the first time you looked up from your phone, flabbergasted at Bill’s revelation. You met his intense, worried gaze from those big, beautiful, green eyes and immediately felt your cheeks burn up.

“Yes. I… I tried to be a Gentleman and help you, but I shouldn’t have gotten carried away like that, especially given how drunk you were. I never meant to take advantage of you. Please accept my apology, will you?” Bill politely held out a large, pale hand to you, hoping for you to seize it in agreement.   

For a moment you stared at the presented hand in disbelief before your internal dam broke and a shower of words came tumbling out of your mouth.

“What? E-excuse me, but what? Are we remembering the same things? Are we talking about the same night? Because I’m pretty sure we aren’t. Last time I checked, I threw myself at you. I was the one who forced myself on you without consent! Jesus Christ, I literally molested you. I’m so fucking sorry and this is so fucking embarrassing. I hate myself.” When you concluded your rant, your voice quivered terribly and you were on the verge of crying. Fuck, you actually were crying. Quickly you tried to wipe away the tears, which didn’t go by unnoticed.

“Oh, dear. Please don’t cry, there’s no need to.” Bill regarded you with disbelief, rummaging around the pockets of his jeans in search of a tissue to offer you, but he didn’t have any on him. He decided to wrap an arm around your hunched shoulders instead and pulled you closer, forcing you to come to a halt as he pulled you into a tight embrace. You couldn’t bring yourself to wrap your arms around him, even though you desperately wanted to. Engulfed in his scent and held by his arms, pressed against his firm torso, you had never felt safer in an embrace. If only the circumstances weren’t so humiliating. Why wasn’t he disgusted by you? Why was he comforting you?

Bill rubbed his hand up and down your back in soothing, slow circles which eventually resulted in your tears drying up and left you with burning cheeks instead. His touch sent tingles through your whole body and you didn’t want him to stop. Just when you thought you were starting to get a serious problem between your thighs, Bill bent down to your ear and made it even worse.

“I didn’t feel molested by you at all, by the way.” Your heart sped up as his breath tickled the shell of your ear. There was a faint, cocky undertone in Bill’s voice that sent butterflies right into your abdomen. “Actually… I was quite flattered.” You practically felt him smirk against your skin and for a second, he squeezed you a little harder than necessary.

“W-what? Why is that?” With a jerk you freed yourself from his grasp and stared up at him with big, disbelieving eyes. A cheeky grin was splayed across Bill’s gorgeous face, which he didn’t even try to hide as he met your gaze. One of his hands was still casually placed on your back and he gestured for you to resume walking.

“Well… you did say some pretty flattering things to me” Bill went on and from the corner of your eye, you noticed he was still grinning.

“Oh yeah? Such as?” You hesitantly inquired, not sure if you even wanted to know. The only thing you vividly remembered was that you had practically screamed at him to fuck you.

“Hmm, for example, you said you find me beautiful,” Bill cooed.

‘Oh.’ Well, that was harmless compared to what you had in mind. “Who doesn’t think you’re beautiful?!” you spat out, sounding a little more frustrated than you meant to. “I mean look at you.” With burning cheeks, you kept your gaze lowered and your arms crossed. ‘Oh god, did I really just say that?’

“Well, if you say so…” Bill smirked and lazily rubbed his hand across your tensed back once more, leaving invisible, burning traces in his wake. “You also said you’re in love with me.”

“WHAT?!” you nearly choked on your own spit and tore yourself away from his hands, in the mood to die on the spot. What in all heavens had you done? “Oh god…” you sighed on the verge of tears again, averting your head. So, drunk-you had decided to reveal your best-kept secret to the very person you had successfully kept it secret from for years. Today was undoubtedly the worst day of your life.

“O-oh, I’m sorry!” Bill back-paddled and the triumphant undertone was quickly drained from his voice. “I-is it not true?” Now he actually sounded a little panicky.

“Erm, I mean, well…“ you stuttered helplessly. God, you were deeply and madly in love with him. “I- I mean, I’m sure many people have a crush on you,” was the only thing you managed to force out as you started fumbling and fidgeting with your phone again.

“Yeah, but do you?” Bill asked eagerly and bent down a little, as if he didn’t want to miss the slightest sound passing your lips.

The night air wasn’t cool enough for you anymore. With scorching cheeks, you scrambled for words, dubstruck with nervousness but also arousal. Your poor heart stuttered in your chest when suddenly, Bill’s hand was back on your back, dropping slightly lower than before. You dearly hoped he wouldn’t notice how hot and sweaty you were. “I… I really like you” you finally managed to conclude.

“Do you like me? Or are you in love with me?” Bill probed and let his large hand drop even lower. It was now resting on the small of your back. ‘Oh god.’

“I… am… In love with you” you confessed while the butterflies inside your stomach went absolutely berserk. ‘Oh no, oh no, oh no, take it back. You’ll ruin everything!’ Horrified, you kept your gaze transfixed on the pavement. The hotel was only one more block away. If you broke into a sprint right now, perhaps you could take him by surprise.

“Mmmmh” Bill hummed in approval and caressed your spine with his large thumb. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” You huffed, coming across meaner than you intended to. “I don’t handle rejection very well.”

“But who says I would’ve rejected you?” Bill’s hand inched further outwards towards your waist.

“Uhm…” Nervously, you gnawed on your bottom lip. “I mean, you’re a famous actor. I’m sure you receive tons of… propositions from women who are a lot more interesting and prettier than me. I guess I just thought it would be… inappropriate… to make a move.”

“First of all - Bullshit. I think you are very interesting and pretty.” Bill smirked and finally wrapped his hand tightly around your waist, pulling you close. You bumped into his side as your stomach dropped at the sound of this unbelievable compliment coming from the lips of the man of your dreams. This had to be a dream and you would surely wake up in your rumpled bed any minute, suffering from another hangover.

“Second of all – You don’t like me ‘cause I’m famous, do you?”

“Of course not!” You replied, affronted, and finally dared to look up at him, only to see that the cocky grin was back on his face.

“Yeah, I know” Bill smirked and casually added: “You said another thing to me that was pretty flattering.”

If it was possible to be any more embarrassed, it happened to you now. Feeling hot and cold at the same time, you could only focus on Bill’s long-fingered hand on your waist that effortlessly kept you in place next to him. The hotel lobby was only a stone’s throw away from you now. 

“O-oh yeah? Did I?” you stammered helplessly and tried to dry your sweaty palms on your clothing somehow.

Bill stopped walking and so did you. With a daring grin he bent down, bringing his mouth close to your ear. As he did so, his nose brushed against your hair, sending a pleasant tingle all the way down your spine and straight into your aching core. “You asked me to fuck you” Bill revealed and teasingly squeezed the soft flesh on your waist harder, making your breath hitch. The slightest of mewl left your lips, which didn’t go unnoticed by Bill who grinned widely against your ear and nuzzled his nose against its shell. “Still want me to?” 

With a heartbeat like a machine gun, you felt lightheaded. He could impossibly be serious. Tongue-tied you turned your head to face him, returning his gaze with heavily dilated pupils and cherry-red cheeks. Bill’s face was still impossibly close to yours and you saw him eying you up and down until his gaze came to a rest on your slightly parted lips.

Before you had the chance to form another thought or word, Bill’s lips came crashing into yours. Instinctively, you melted into his touch and finally resumed control of your hands that had been clenched into fists until now. Your phone was stuffed into your pocket and you shyly roamed your hands over Bill’s arms and broad chest and let your fingertips graze his collarbones before wrapping your arms around his neck. Immediately, Bill pulled you flush against him, one of his hands still securely wrapped around your waist whilst the other curled around the back of your head. 

Deepening the kiss, Bill nudged his tongue against your lips, demanding entrance. Involuntarily, you moaned into his mouth. He seized the moment to slip his tongue inside all the while firmly holding your head in place with long fingers splaying all the way down to the nape of your neck. Just the thought of him wrapping those fingers fully around your neck made your pussy ache and you pushed yourself up against him harder, wanting more, which Bill gladly gave you.

Bringing his large hand slightly forwards, he cradled your face, stroking his thumb over your cheek where it came to a rest close to the corner of your mouth. A whiny mewl left your mouth when you imagined his thumb in your mouth.

God, your panties were drenched.

Loud chattering and babbling from a group of passersby eventually broke your chain of thoughts and Bill’s too. Ignoring your disappointed sigh, he interrupted the kiss and withdrew his lips from your reach. 

“Let’s go somewhere more private. Come…” He winked at you and grabbed your hand. Eagerly, you intertwined your smaller fingers with his and let him drag you along. A part of you still clung to the idea that this had to be a fever dream. Bill Skarsgård was eagerly dragging you through the hotel lobby at this very moment, taking such huge steps that you had to jog to keep up. The mere sight of his tall frame and the way he moved, effortlessly graceful, was enough to make your pussy clench in anticipation. 

Bill pushed the button to call the elevator, which quickly arrived. As soon as the doors rolled open and revealed the empty cabin, Bill impatiently pushed you inside and against the wall. Not that you minded at all, but you couldn’t help a startled gasp, followed by a needy throb of your core. 

“B-bill” you rasped but were cut off when Bill wrapped his hands around your thighs and yanked you up in the air. A second later you found your back being pressed against the cool metal wall and Bill’s slender hips firmly slotted between your trembling thighs. Eagerly, he resumed kissing you as you raked your hands through the soft strands of his hair, messing it up just like you had dreamed of.

“Th-that’s not exactly what Gentlemen do in the elevator, though” you breathlessly chuckled between two kisses. You were rewarded with Bill burying his face in your neck, slightly nibbling on your tender skin as he teasingly whispered: 

“Do you want me to be a gentleman, though?” 

A gush of heat coursed through your system when Bill ended the question with a thrust of his hips against your burning crotch. His cock was straining his pants and you helplessly stammered, trying to form a coherent sentence despite the cloud of arousal that wiped your mind blank.

“N-n-no, I d-don’t want you to,” you mewled as Bill clamped down on your neck with his teeth, catching the sensitive skin.

“That’s right, you don’t!” He growled triumphantly and gave you another demonstrative thrust of his hips before he set you down just in time before the elevator doors slid open and revealed a small group of people waiting for a ride. Burning with shame, you avoided eye contact and hurried after Bill who held you by your hand and led you towards his own room, for the sole reason that his was closer to the elevator than yours. 

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The door flew open and Bill swiftly pushed you inside, following after you and slamming the door shut. For a moment, the both of you remained silent, simply eying each other up and down. Bill towered between you and the door and even if you wanted to get out, you had a feeling he wouldn’t let you.

Bill’s chest heaved as his lustful gaze wandered all over your body. Impatiently you took a step forward, fully intentioned to rip his clothes off his body right here and now, but Bill stopped you. With his hands firmly wrapped around your upper arms, he walked you back until you bumped into the edge of the bed, having no choice but to sit down. A playful smile curled the corners of Bill’s lips when he took a step backwards, leaving you high and wanting for more.

“Not so fast” he commented on the needy sound that escaped your mouth. “I want to take my time with you.”

That little… You didn’t want to call the man of your dreams an asshole.

Bill seemed to bask in your sour, blushing-red face. “What would you like me to do to you?”

“Wh-what?” Wasn’t that perfectly clear?

“Two days ago, you mentioned that you’ve been dreaming about me every night,” Bill teased you with a shit-eating grin. “It’d be only fair if I knew what you’ve been dreaming about. So, tell me.” A wicked smile played on his lips as he casually leaned against the wall, somehow looking both graceful and predatory at once.

“Do I have to?” you stammered shame-facedly. The short burst of confidence you had had in the elevator disappeared into thin air.

“I’d love you to” Bill cooed.

“I’d rather not though.” You smiled miserably.

“You were a little more talkative the other night” Bill snickered and slowly moved towards you, making you have to tilt your head back to look him in the eyes.

“Well, believe it or not, but you are making me a little nervous” you tried laughing it off but Bill didn’t let up.  

“But I’m dying to know” he teased further, smirking widely and bent down, bringing his face closer to yours.

It was a meek distraction tactic, but you shyly reached out for Bill’s face, trying to pull him in for another kiss but he quickly swatted your hand away with a soft tap. Something about that made you leak into your underwear like a bloody broken tap.

“Don’t be so impatient, love,” he cooed. “You’ll get everything you want from me. Everything. All you have to do is ask for it.”

“I-, I-, I can’t.” Mother of God, you were shy, but you weren’t usually that shy. What was this angel of a man doing to you? And did he just call you ‘love’?

“Well, I have plenty of time,” Bill replied leisurely, pretending to look at an invisible wrist watch.

“You know you’re being quite the tormentor, don’t you?” Nervously, you went digging for the last bits of your confidence.

“Possibly,” Bill smirked. “But something tells me you kinda enjoy that.”

‘Oh god’. Bill must have noticed how your facial features slipped for a second at the sound of that, because a triumphant smile blossomed on his face. A moment later, he was right in front of you, bending down to brush your hair away from your ears. Teasingly he brought his mouth close to your ear and whispered: “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

“I-, can you-“ You forced air into your lungs to stop the pathetic stammering. “Can you touch me?” 

“Where?” Bill calmly asked, gently carding his fingers through your hair. With all your might you managed to suppress a strangled moan in your throat.

“B-between my legs.”

“Mmmmh” with an approving hum Bill brought his free hand to your lap. He started by your knee, wrapping his hand around your thigh right above it. Agonizingly slowly he made his way up, squeezing and rubbing. His touch set your nerve ends on fire and involuntarily, your legs parted as Bill’s hand came inching closer and closer to your center. Just before he reached the spot where you craved him fiercely, he stopped and gave your inner thigh a teasing squeeze. 

“M-more” you whined pleadingly, trying to shift your hips against Bill’s hand.

“More what? You asked me to touch you between your legs and that’s what I’m doing,” Bill stated with a wicked grin that couldn’t drive you any wilder.

“You know what I meant!” Hissing, you grabbed Bill’s wrist but he quickly withdrew himself from your reach.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to say it.”

“Oh, fine,” you pouted, flustered and red-faced, but it was finally time to shut off the voices of doubt in your head. “Please touch my pussy! God damn it-”

“U-huh, whatever you say, love” Bill hummed, pleased, and finally grazed his fingers against your clothed center. This faint touch alone was enough to make you jolt with pleasure. Your head rolled back as you exhaled a desperate moan. “Underneath my clothes, please, I need you!” You whined, squirming with anticipation.

“Now that sounds more like the other night” Bill smirked approvingly and swiftly pulled your pants and panties down your legs, leaving your lower body bare in front of him. Without further ado he sank down on his knees on the floor, firmly grabbing both of your thighs and spreading them apart. With a relieved moan, you let your head roll back, sinking down on your elbows and lower arms. 

Every kiss Bill left on your inner thighs on his way to your core made you mewl louder and louder until you could barely take it anymore. The moment he finally delved between your folds, licking a line up from your slit to your clit, your entire body jolted violently and you cried out in pleasure. Bill had to hold you down firmly to keep you from thrashing. 

Your soul was tied to your poor body by only a string when he locked eyes with you and expertly licked and suckled on the small bundle of nerves. It didn’t even take one minute of his ministrations for the pleasure to build up to a point of no return where one more flick of his tongue would be enough to send you over the edge, but that final flick never came. Letting out a frustrated moan, you were on the verge of tears.  Just when you were about to complain, the tips of Bill’s fingers nudged your entrance.

“So fucking wet for me,” he hummed, but you weren’t sure if he was talking to you or mumbling to himself. You didn’t get the chance to find out, as your mind was wiped clean when Bill easily pushed two long fingers up your dripping cunt. Despite the wetness, the way his fingers stretched you sent a pleasant sting through your core and you cried out with delight. 

“OH GOD, YES!”

“You’ve got such a tight and tasty little pussy,” Bill praised while rhythmically pumping his fingers in and out of your throbbing center.

“O-oh, Bill, please!” You cried, desperately arching your back and grinding your hips into his touch.

“Bill, what?” He asked innocently, curling his fingers inside of you, almost making you see stars.

“I wanna cum” you whined breathlessly.

“Then beg” Bill demanded and gave your clit a feather-light lick.

Being as worked up as you were, it took no more convincing to make you start shamelessly begging for your release. “Bill, please, I want to cum for you! Please let me, please make me!”

“Think I’m gonna let you cum this easily?” Bill taunted and picked up the pace of his fingers which made a string of curses fall from your lips.

“F-fuck! Oh! I-, I-, I’ll do anything you want, just, please! I need to cum. I can’t-, I want-“

You didn’t get to finish your sentence as Bill suddenly resumed his attack on your clit without warning. The way his tongue precisely flicked over the aching bundle of nerves while his fingers pumped into you relentlessly made your mouth fall open for a strangled, slutty moan. The tension built up quickly and each lick made you arch your back more and more. Whining shamelessly, you clawed at the sheets, feeling the coil within your abdomen becoming tighter and tighter and tighter until you were right on the edge, ready to fall apart at the seams.

“O-oh-ooohhh, don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop!” You begged heart-wrenchingly.

Thank heavens, Bill mercifully listened to your pleas and continued licking and fingering you with the exact same pace, which finally sent you tumbling over the edge of your orgasm. As your body went ablaze and your core rhythmically pulsed in time with the flicks of Bill’s tongue, your mouth hung open for a silent scream which quickly turned into Bill’s name and a string of babbled nonsense. 

Only when the aftershocks of your release started shaking your body, you fully found your voice again, moaning pitifully as Bill kept on assaulting your now-overstimulated clit. His tongue felt torturous on your center, but all attempts to scoot away from him turned out to be in vain as he tightly locked his arms around your thighs until he had lapped up every last drop of your essence. Only then he finally let you go and met your gaze with a wicked grin and wet, glistening lips.

“That-, that was-, thank you!” You exclaimed, still completely out of breath.

“Oh, you’re very welcome. Thank you for the treat” he replied, giving you his signature wink that would make any woman’s heart drop straight into her panties. “And you even screamed my name, as you should,” Bill stated, pleased, and licked your leftover wetness from his lips, making you blush furiously.

God, how you had meant it when you said you’d do anything for him.

Feeling self-conscious all of a sudden, you closed your legs to hide your still-throbbing, swollen center from Bill’s hungry gaze and scooted backwards on the mattress, sitting up halfway. Unlike the other night, Bill quickly followed after you, not letting you get any further away from him. 

“You didn’t think we were done yet, did you?” he asked, to which you violently shook your head in response. 

“Yeah we definitely aren’t. It’s da-, it’s my turn now.”

‘What?’ What was he going to say? Your heart picked up the pace at the mere thought of it.

“Y-yes, of course” you stammered eagerly, looking up at his towering frame above you with lust-burning gaze.

With one swift movement, Bill yanked his shirt over his head, revealing his bare, well-toned chest. You practically felt your pupils dilate as you stared at the divine sight he was, drinking up the shape of every tempting muscle, bone and tendon. A subtle happy trail led the way from his navel to the waistband of his trousers. Entranced, you reached your smaller hand out for his sternum but stopped yourself mid-way.

“Can I touch you, please?” you asked, flustered.

“Oh, you’re a quick learner, too.” Bill sounded very pleasantly surprised. “I like that. Go on, darling.”

With a deep-red blush on your cheeks, you shyly splayed your fingers across his chest, relishing his soft skin under your palms and his firm muscles beneath the skin. Gently, you dragged your nails over his chest and shoulders which earned you a content growl that was pure fucking music to your ears.

“Enough teasing,” he purred and gently but firmly grabbed you by the wrists and placed your hands on each side of your body.  “Let’s get rid of this” he then murmured and grabbed the hem of your shirt, deftly pulling it over your head. Your bra followed quickly and before you knew it, you were completely naked in front of him, feeling like a little bird about to be slain and devoured by a wildcat.

“Gorgeous,” Bill muttered under his breath while swiftly unbuckling his belt and discarding his own pants and underwear. Something about the clanking, metallic sound of his belt buckle made an involuntary whine escape your lips and you couldn’t help but wonder, what you would have to get up to for Bill to whip your ass with his belt. Before you had time to elaborate on that though, his cock sprang free from the restraint of his boxers, making your eyes widen in awe and your pussy clench in anticipation.

“B-Bill” you stammered and a second later he was on top of you, effortlessly shifting you into a more comfortable position, so your head was resting on the pillow. His firm grip on the soft flesh of your thighs gave you no choice but to spread them wide for him. Mentally, you were already preparing for him to shove his full, thick length inside of you but Bill didn’t want to make it this easy for you.

“You still haven’t answered my question by the way” he snickered, looming above you with both of his hands placed on each side of your body.

“Which question?” You whined impatiently, arching your back.

“Whether you still want me to fuck you, like you did two nights ago” Bill exclaimed blatantly, making your core ache with his wording.

“Yes, I do!!! I do!” You practically screamed at him and clawed at his broad shoulders.

“I think you’ll have to do better than this for me to actually do it,” he teased you with a wide smirk. God, he was really enjoying this, wasn’t he? That dominant tone of voice made you putty in his hands. Suddenly, you felt the tip of his dick probe at your sopping entrance which quickly coated him with your slick. With a slutty moan, you arched your back even further, trying to push yourself up against him, wanting him deep inside you more than anything. Quickly, Bill got a firm hold of your hips and pushed you into the mattress, subduing your struggles.

“Beg for it,” he demanded and smacked your clit with his cock, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through your body. Your muscles twitched in his unrelenting grasp. 

“O-Oh, Bill, please! Come on, I’m f-fucking begging you already!” Every single nerve inside your poor body yearned for his touch and for him to split you open and fuck you as hard and as long as he wanted. “Please fuck me” you moaned, frustrated, throwing your head back against the pillow where you buried your face in your hands to hide your needy expression.

“Don’t hide your face!” Bill commanded sternly. “Look me in the eyes and beg again. I want to see you.”

How could you say no to that tone of voice? Fully and willingly succumbing to his orders, you removed your hands and met his gaze, perceiving a carnal type of hunger in them that sent a shiver of arousal down the length of your spine. 

“Please, oh god, please fuck me” you started begging pitifully. “I need you so badly. Please give it to me! I need your cock in me, I’ll do whatever you want, please! J-Just please, I-, I’ve been waiting for years, I can’t wait any longer!” Tears started pricking at the corners of your eyes from how desperately you wanted him.

“Good girl. That’s my good girl” Bill praised you, seemingly satisfied with your wording. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

After giving your clit another smack with his cock that made your toes curl, he finally slid between your slick folds. The amount of wetness between your legs indicated that you were more than just ready for him and you almost screamed out with anticipation.

“So fucking nice and wet for me, yeah, I like that” Bill muttered under his breath and eased you open, pushing the head of his dick inside you, giving you a taste of how full you would feel once you had his entire length inside you. You needed him deeper.

“You want my cock?” Bill asked, his voice sounding icy.

“Y-yes! More than anything!” You screamed desperately.

“Fine, then have it, darling,” Bill growled and shoved his whole length inside of your aching, yearning center. Nothing could have prepared you for the ferocity of his movements. Unrelentingly, he forced your walls apart, sliding in until the head of his cock nudged your cervix. You howled with pleasure-pain and relief all at once, trying to cope with the unfathomable fullness. Giving you little time to adjust, Bill picked a steady pace that sent you reeling in no time. Turned on and as you were, your pussy was needily gripping at his thick cock with every thrust, making it hard for him to keep his composure.

Soon, he was growling and hissing at you like a feral animal.

“Fffuck, you’re not making it easy for me, sweetheart,” Bill snarled at you. “Just like… that other night,” he panted. “You were pretty fucking mean to me. Made it reeeal hard for me. Took every last bit of my power of will not to give in. I might not have so much self-control this time!” Bill accentuated his words with a merciless, hard thrust that made your mouth fly open for a stifled scream as stars danced behind your closed eyelids.

“Oh no, I definitely won’t have as much self-control this time,” Bill hissed through gritted teeth and grabbed a fistful of your hair to keep your head pinned to the pillow.

“Y-yes, fuck yes, please!” you gasped, helplessly turned on by being at his mercy like this.

“Yeah, you like it when I take control, don’t you?” He growled triumphantly, picking up the pace.

“Y-yes, dadd-, I mean, yes, please fuck me more!” Panicky you tore your eyes wide open, horrified by what had almost slipped your tongue. Bill stared down on you and your shocked expression with a glint of realization in lust-blown, green eyes. 

Predatorily, he bent down further, fully caging you in his arms as he softly probed: “What was that, babygirl?”

“Wh-what do you mean? Nothing!” Still, you were a terrible actress and the redness of your cheeks easily exposed you as a liar. 

“I heard that, princess. I heard it loud and clear.” You couldn’t help but moan loudly at the sound of that pet name. The coil in your abdomen was tight like you hadn’t cum a few minutes ago. “And I want to hear it again. Say my name, princess.”

“Bill!” you cried, wanting to feel his lips on your mouth but he still kept your head pressed to the pillow with that fistful of hair. 

“Not that name” he corrected you, amused. You were incredibly hot from all the embarrassment, desperately longing for a waft of cold air to cool off your sweaty body. But you knew Bill wouldn’t budge one inch – Not until you said what he wanted to hear.

“D-daddy” you whispered, barely audible.

“What did you say? Sorry, I can’t hear you.”

“Daddy!” You exclaimed, louder this time, trying to ignore the scorching heat in your cheeks.

“Oh yes, that’s damn right, babygirl. Now what were you saying earlier?!”

“Please, daddy, fuck me some more,” you whined shamefacedly. 

“Whatever you ask, sweetheart” he cooed with a devilish grin, picking up the pace even more, thrusting into you mercilessly. The sounds produced from the wetness of your cunt and skin smacking against skin were obscene, echoing off the walls of the hotel room for probably the whole floor to hear..

“So, is this what you’ve been dreaming of?” Bill panted. “Dreaming about daddy giving it to you nice and hard?”

“Y-yes!” You fiercely moaned and daringly added: “Of this a-and more.”

“More?” Bill sounded alarmed. “Tell me. Tell daddy exactly what you’ve been dreaming of!” He was all ears now, eyes alight with intensity.

Coming to the realization that nothing mattered anymore, you reached for his hand and moved it to your neck, closing his thumb and fingers around your throat.

“Choke me, daddy?”

“Aahh, fuck-” Bill’s cock twitched against your walls and his rhythm momentarily stuttered. Innocently, you added pressure around his hand on your throat until he snapped back into character, tapping your hand away with his free one. “See how easy it is to ask for the things you want?” He cooed, flexing his fingers around your neck. Air became sparse, your mouth snapped open and your head felt deliciously warm. The weight of Bill’s body pressed down on your pelvis with each quick, hard thrust.

“Want daddy to take care of you? To fuck all the thoughts and worries out of your pretty little head, don’t you?” His thumb pressed down on your pulsepoint, feeling the hectic beat in your throat, quickquickquick because of the lack of oxygen. 

“Mmm-hmm!” You raspily cried out, tears gathering in lust-dazed eyes. Your body considered itself in danger, but your mind knew you weren’t. Your nails left half-moons on Bill’s arms but he didn’t budge. If anything, he squeezed your throat harder, canting his hips at an angle that made your toes curl and cramp.

“So innocent on the outside, yet she cries for daddy’s cock and hand.”

Sweat dribbled down your chest, the sheets crumpled under Bill’s frenzied rhythm. Your walls fluttered around him as each thrust brought his pelvis against your throbbing clit.

“You c-could have had this for years, fuck-” Bill gasped, grinding his teeth together to keep his composure. Chestnuthair clung to his forehead in sweaty strands and his muscles twitched under taut skin as he fucked you like you both had dreamed of. God, if only you had known. You wouldn’t have had to throw yourself at him drunk and half out of your mind.

Your spine arched against Bill’s torso and pitiful gasps clawed their way out of your restricted throat, rising in pitch until your eyes fluttered almost-shut and you danced on the edge of release, trembling around the punishing pace of his cock. Bill didn’t falter. 

Through the blurry haze in front of your eyes, you saw his expression. So possessive and rapt like you were his greatest treasure that he wouldn’t let out of his grasp now that he had you. Finally, your mind and body surrendered. For the second time tonight, you climaxed with Bill’s name on your lips, only this time your walls twitched around his thick cock that continuously bumped against a spongy spot deep within. A string of drool trickled from the corner of your mouth when your eyes regained focus and your legs went slack. Blissed-out, you lay squished between the mattress and the man who seemed near-feral because you had come so fucking nicely on his cock.

“Are you on birth control?”

Frantically, you nodded, cheeks dark red, head dizzy, raising your pelvis to meet his thrusts.

“Good girl. Where do you want it?!” Momentarily, the pressure around your throat relented a smidge so you could gulp down a deep breath.

“I w-want it inside, please!”

“Y-Yes, fuck yes, daddy’s gonna cum deep i-inside, hah-” Tremors passed through Bill’s muscles as he let go of every last restraint and found his release inside you with stuttering hips and breathless groans. The way his head rolled back and his brows twisted heavenwards was the most angelic sight that had ever graced your eyes and you welcomed every spurt of cum against your core. Eagerly, you rolled your hips and wrapped your legs around his slender waist, trapping him against your center as his tempo slowed and a deep, rumbling sigh escaped his lungs.

His body went slack and his arms could no longer support his weight. He wanted to roll to the side so as not to crush you with his weight, but you refused to let him go. Sighing, he lay down on top of you, resting his forehead on the pillow right beside your head. One hand was still on your hip, softly rubbing the flesh he had squeezed so roughly. For a moment, there was naught to be heard but two lungs that panted heavily as the sweat dried on your exhausted bodies.

“I can’t believe we’ve-, God…”

“Can’t believe you’ve been fucked by the one you’ve been dreaming of every night, hm?” He teased softly and his  lips tickled the shell of your ear “Sorry. Was I too rough?”

“Absolutely not,” you reassured him, turning your head so your chin rested on his head. Your arms were slung around his broad shoulders.

“I really couldn’t control myself,” he admitted, nuzzling his face against your neck.

“I like it when you can’t control yourself,” you daringly chuckled, very aware of the throbbing in your throat where his hand had squeezed you and the sticky heat that dribbled from your puffy entrance, past his softening cock that was still buried in you.

“Give me thirty minutes and I’ll be ready to lose control again and make you regret saying that,” Bill mumbled threateningly against your neck and your core betrayed you, squeezing around him involuntarily. “Naughty girl,” he hummed but his tone of voice was soft and a warm kiss was pressed to your throat.

Eventually, he rolled the both of you to the side and pulled you in his arms. Bill sat half upright, leaning against the headboard with crumpled pillows in his back, holding you safely against his chest where your head rested on top of the comforting beat of his heart. Shyly, you placed your hand on his sternum, tracing the subtle indents of his pecs, abs and ribs. A flurry of butterflies made itself at home in your stomach while realization reached even the very last corners of your brain.

You were in Bill Skarsgård’s bed, half laying on his naked body and he was making no move to throw you out! L.A. really was the city of angels, and perhaps miracles.

In this moment, your phones buzzed - both of them simultaneously. Alarmed, you raised your eyes at Bill who was already reaching for his phone that lay somewhere on the floor in the pocket of his jeans. This could only be a-

“Status report!” Bill read aloud, beaming all over his face with a mischievous smirk as he shuffled back to your side, already dragging the blanket over the both of you.

“Oh, no no no!” You tried your best to dissuade him. “I’m gonna die from embarrassment, I’m already half-deceased, please! Everyone already thinks I'm an idiot after the past two days!”

“We’re all idiots,” Bill cooed and his arm slithered back around you like a snake, trapping you against his bare chest. “And you know the rules. Status report means it doesn’t matter what you’re doing.” His thumb hovered over the camera app and you acknowledged defeat.

Groaning, you pulled the blanket over your breasts and didn’t resist when Bill’s large hand cupped your face, nuzzling you against his collar bone. You had never looked more disheveled than you did in this photo, though perhaps never happier either. Bill’s large green eyes winked at the camera lens as he held you like a treasure against his chest. 

“They all know you’re mine now,” he declared proudly and not even a few seconds after the picture was sent, an onslaught of messages lit up your displays.