summary: y/n calls bill for some help when she can't sleep
pairing: bill skarsgÄrd x female reader
warnings: NSFW, smut, masturbation (male and female), phone sex, dirty talk, sort of dom!bill (it's mostly him telling y/n what to do)
word count: 2433 words
a/n: this took me so long to write that the met gala feels like a distant memory
There is nothing worse than an itch that canât be scratched. Especially when that itch could only be scratched in a particular way.
Or by a particular person.
Y/N had lain awake for hours, her hand between her thighs as she scrolled through past text conversations with Bill and listened to the filthiest voice notes he'd sent her before. But nothing seemed to help her. Her fingers weren't enough, and her vibrator had decided to die completely, leaving her wet, hot, and frustrated.
Naturally, Bill was away, this time in New York for the Met Gala. And although he said he would have his phone with him and would answer any messages as soon as he was off the red carpet, she didn't want to disrupt his night with her nonsense.
But when the photos and videos of him started to make their way onlineâŠ
Everything about him just drove her wild: the way the suit was perfectly tailored to his body, that one lock of hair that she wanted to twirl around her finger and push out of his face, his large hands, and the way his legs went on for days as he strode along the red carpet, giving smiles and winks where he could. The way her body reacted to photos of him made her think that it was a good thing the Gala was an invite-only event; there was no way she would have been able to keep her hands off of him for the whole night.
She thought that being able to look at him would do the trick, but unfortunately, she found the flashing lights and yelling from photographers in the background too distracting and just frustrated her even more. There was only one solution to her problem, but it was a little risky.
Y/N quickly looked at what the time was in New York before sending Bill a quick message, writing and rewriting it over and over to not make her sound desperate.
 She thought long and hard about what to text back, writing and rewriting the message over and over again. She could just be honest with him and say that she was unbearably aroused; they'd been together long enough for her to be so forward with him. But she couldn't spring that on him when he'd just got back from one of the biggest social events in the world.
Y/N was just about to send another text when the phone started to ring, her favourite photo of her and Bill filling the screen before she tapped on the green circle to accept the call, her dominant hand still between her legs, fingertips swirling through her folds to keep herself occupied.
"Hey, sweetheart," she heard Bill say down the speaker, the sound of an elevator door closing somewhere in the background. His voice was warm, soft, as if he wasn't trying to wake any of the other hotel guests, and it made her clit swell and her walls clench.
"Hi," Y/N breathed, trying to keep a moan to herself. "How was the gala?"
"A lot more fun than I was expecting it to be," he said, his voice closer to the speaker as she heard him unlock the door to his room. "But the after party's always where the real fun is."
As she listened to him ramble about the night, her fingers started to dance over her clit again. Her body warmed up and relaxed as she listened to him regale the night: how heavy his coat was, who he talked to, how many people were there, and so on. His words barely registered in her mind; just the sound of his voice was enough to help her soak her fingers, her bottom lip firmly between her teeth to muffle her sighs and moans.
"Okay," Bill said finally, snapping her out of her lust-filled stupor. "Enough about me, how's your night been? You don't normally call me this late."
"I told you," Y/N said, her tongue thick as she forced herself to speak. "I couldn't sleep."
"Oh? How come? Is something wrong?"
"I just really miss you," she said, hoping the words didn't sound too sappy. "Like, a lot."
"I miss you too, baby. I always miss you when we're apart."
"No, Bill, I mean, I really miss you. I need you."
There was a long pause on the other end of the line, long enough to make Y/N think that he'd hung up on her.
"You can't sleep because you're wet?" he purred down the line, lighting the spark in her again. "Is that why you wanted to talk?"
Y/N whined, words no longer necessary as she dipped her fingers into her entrance and spread her ocean of arousal around her folds and clit.
"You in your pyjamas? The button-up ones I got you for your birthday?" She hummed in affirmation, keeping her movements slow. "Take the bottoms off and undo the buttons for me."
As soon as he'd finished speaking, she set the phone down on the pillow beside her and hurriedly pushed her bottoms down before opening up the top. She shivered when the cool night air kissed her warm skin
"Don't touch your pussy yet." His voice was muffled by her pillow until she turned it on speaker. In the background, fabric whooshed and fluttered as he started removing his suit, not caring where in the room he put it.
Her cunt clenched and gushed again when she heard him pull the zipper of his slacks down, begging to be touched and filled, but there was no way he was going to let her do anything without him joining her on the other end of the line. A whine escaped her mouth as her fingers and toes twitched in anticipation, and she listened to him pull his cock out of his underwear and spit in his hand.
"I want you to warm yourself up for me," he purred through a sigh as she heard him start to stroke himself. "Run your fingers over your tits; feel how smooth your skin is, and then I want you to squeeze them."
Y/N did as he instructed, using the very tips of her fingers to run over the soft swells of her breasts, sending shivers down her spine as she circled her nipples, her memory letting her mimic how Bill would touch her. A soft gasp escaped her mouth when she pinched them between her fingers, taking the soft flesh in her hands and squeezing softly.
"Feel nice, don't they?" Bill said, drawing her attention back to him. "I wish it were my hands on you. I wish it were your hand on my cock."
Her pussy fluttered at hearing him purr and sigh down the line, the sound tinny but just clear enough for her to hear him stroke himself, taking languid strokes. This was what she needed; she'd spent so much time rubbing herself raw like she was scrubbing a dirty dish when she just needed to slow down and play with her body the way he would.
"Alright, slide your hands down her body, and play with your clit."
As soon as her fingers touched her swollen clit, she gasped in pleasure, and her hips bucked into her hand as if they were begging her for more. Her free hand stayed on one of her breasts, still caressing and pinching at her nipple as she circled her clit with her wet fingertips. She heard a groan of pleasure from Bill down the line, the delicious tone spurring her on and making her dip her fingers into her sopping cunt to spread more of her arousal around.
"Y'know, I didn't tell you about the room here," he purred, his voice breathy from stoking himself. "It's nice, you'd like it. Especially the bed; it's too big for just me, but there's more than enough room for me to fuck you in it."
Y/N whined, louder than she'd intented to, and rubbed her clit faster, applying more pressure as her mind drifted to images of them together in his fancy hotel room, legs tangled in the sheets as he rolled his hips into hers. Her fingers drifted back to her entrance, dipping inside again as she imagined the feeling of his hard cock sliding in and out of her, her fingers aching to mimic the motions.
"Do you like the sound of that, baby?" he chuckled, biting back a moan of his own. "You want me to fuck you slow in this nice, soft bed?"
"Yes," she breathed, and slid a finger inside her pussy. "I want you so badly."
"Hmm, I want you too. But I guess we'll have to wait until I'm home for the real thing. I'll just have to listen to you fuck yourself with your fingers until then. You already got one in?"
"Uh-huh," Y/N moaned, words no longer needed.
"Good girl, slide another one in for me."
She sighed in relief as her fingers spread her open, nowhere near as much as his would have, but the slight stretch was good enough. Immediately, she rocked them in and out, getting herself used to the feeling of something inside her before finding her sweet spot and curling her fingers into it, a creaking moan crawling out of her throat. Her movements were clumsy, she'd always had a harder time making herself cum this way than Bill did, but it still felt good nontheless.
"I guess I don't need to ask you if it feels good," he breathed out a laugh, his voice dipping lower as she listened to him continue to stroke himself.
"Not as - fuck - as good as your fingers," she managed to say as her fingers curled harder and her eyes rolled back in her head.
He hummed in agreement. "My hand's nowhere near as good as yours feels around my cock. I love how soft yours are, just like the rest of you."
"I love how much longer your fingers are than mine. Thicker, too."
Just the thought of his beautiful hands on her made her clench around her fingers and drench them even more. Those long, strong fingers inside her always managed to make her scream in ways that she could never do on her own.
"You always had a thing for my hands, didn't you?"
"I spent so much time looking through all the photos from the Gala," she said, her tongue thick as her body shimmered with pleasure. "And my eyes kept going back to your hands, how much I want them on me.
Had she not had her fingers buried in her soaking cunt, she would have cringed a little at the words coming out of her mouth. But judging by the delicious moan she heard down the speaker, she knew that Bill didn't find her words cringeworthy at all.
"I did the same when you went to that premiere without me a while back." He swallowed thickly, his voice catching on a curse in his throat. "You wore that dress with the deep neckline and the slit up the side. All I could think about was kissing your neck and down your body until I could bury my face into your sweet little pussy."
Y/N cried in pleasure as her walls pulsed around her fingers, pushing her sweet spot into them as she curled her fingers harder and faster. The pressure built up in the pit of her stomach as she wound herself higher and higher to her peak, gasping and moaning as she climbed.
"You gonna cum?" she faintly heard Bill ask her, her head too busy swimming for her to do anything but whine in response. "Me too, baby."
Time felt like it stopped as she brought her free hand down to clumsily toy with her clit and her fingers curled inside her, the muscles in her pelvis contracting tighter with each curl. Her wrist ached and her fingers wanted her to stop, but she needed to feel herself tip over that edge, to cry out into the night and hear Bill's own pleasured sounds as he spilled into his hand.
Just as she thought her fingers were about to give up on her, the knot in her stomach snapped and her cunt clamped down on them, pleasure igniting in her loins and spreading throughout her body as a series of gasping moans escaped her lungs and her hips jolted, bucking wildly as she rode out her climax. Somewhere down the phone line, she heard the telltale sound of Bill's own orgasm arriving, which only spurred her on more, not slowing her movements down until she was sure she was finished.
Her body spent and tired, she gently pulled her fingers out of her oozing pussy and wiped them on the bedsheets beside her, not caring if her cum stained at all. She focused on getting her breathing back in order, when she heard Bill's voice through the speaker, a little muffled since her phone had fallen off her pillow.
"You feeling okay there, honey?" he crooned down the line, his own breathing still laboured.
"Yeah, I'm good," she said with a soft laugh before buttoning up her pyjamas and pulling the bottoms back up. "I think I really needed that."
"Glad to be of assistance, even I can't help in person."
They both fell silent for a beat, the quiet of their shared bedroom suddenly discomforting without him there.
"I wish I could touch you; I'm starting to regret not coming with you now," Y/N said quietly as she turned onto her side, her phone still in her hand.
"I'll be home in a couple of days, and then you can touch me as much as you want to, okay?" Bill's warm voice soothed her as she heard him get up from his bed miles away and head into - what she presumed was - the bathroom to clean himself off before bed.
"As much as I want? You promise?" she asked as the water was turned on down the line.
"As much as you want. That's a promise."
A smile broke out on her face at the thought of having him all to herself until he went off for work again. Almost enough for her to flood her pyjama pants again.
"I'll hold you to it. You just have fun before you come back here."
"Oh, I will. Just know that I'll be counting down the hours until I can play with you in person again."
summary: y/n calls bill for some help when she can't sleep
pairing: bill skarsgÄrd x female reader
warnings: NSFW, smut, masturbation (male and female), phone sex, dirty talk, sort of dom!bill (it's mostly him telling y/n what to do)
word count: 2433 words
a/n: this took me so long to write that the met gala feels like a distant memory
There is nothing worse than an itch that canât be scratched. Especially when that itch could only be scratched in a particular way.
Or by a particular person.
Y/N had lain awake for hours, her hand between her thighs as she scrolled through past text conversations with Bill and listened to the filthiest voice notes he'd sent her before. But nothing seemed to help her. Her fingers weren't enough, and her vibrator had decided to die completely, leaving her wet, hot, and frustrated.
Naturally, Bill was away, this time in New York for the Met Gala. And although he said he would have his phone with him and would answer any messages as soon as he was off the red carpet, she didn't want to disrupt his night with her nonsense.
But when the photos and videos of him started to make their way onlineâŠ
Everything about him just drove her wild: the way the suit was perfectly tailored to his body, that one lock of hair that she wanted to twirl around her finger and push out of his face, his large hands, and the way his legs went on for days as he strode along the red carpet, giving smiles and winks where he could. The way her body reacted to photos of him made her think that it was a good thing the Gala was an invite-only event; there was no way she would have been able to keep her hands off of him for the whole night.
She thought that being able to look at him would do the trick, but unfortunately, she found the flashing lights and yelling from photographers in the background too distracting and just frustrated her even more. There was only one solution to her problem, but it was a little risky.
Y/N quickly looked at what the time was in New York before sending Bill a quick message, writing and rewriting it over and over to not make her sound desperate.
 She thought long and hard about what to text back, writing and rewriting the message over and over again. She could just be honest with him and say that she was unbearably aroused; they'd been together long enough for her to be so forward with him. But she couldn't spring that on him when he'd just got back from one of the biggest social events in the world.
Y/N was just about to send another text when the phone started to ring, her favourite photo of her and Bill filling the screen before she tapped on the green circle to accept the call, her dominant hand still between her legs, fingertips swirling through her folds to keep herself occupied.
"Hey, sweetheart," she heard Bill say down the speaker, the sound of an elevator door closing somewhere in the background. His voice was warm, soft, as if he wasn't trying to wake any of the other hotel guests, and it made her clit swell and her walls clench.
"Hi," Y/N breathed, trying to keep a moan to herself. "How was the gala?"
"A lot more fun than I was expecting it to be," he said, his voice closer to the speaker as she heard him unlock the door to his room. "But the after party's always where the real fun is."
As she listened to him ramble about the night, her fingers started to dance over her clit again. Her body warmed up and relaxed as she listened to him regale the night: how heavy his coat was, who he talked to, how many people were there, and so on. His words barely registered in her mind; just the sound of his voice was enough to help her soak her fingers, her bottom lip firmly between her teeth to muffle her sighs and moans.
"Okay," Bill said finally, snapping her out of her lust-filled stupor. "Enough about me, how's your night been? You don't normally call me this late."
"I told you," Y/N said, her tongue thick as she forced herself to speak. "I couldn't sleep."
"Oh? How come? Is something wrong?"
"I just really miss you," she said, hoping the words didn't sound too sappy. "Like, a lot."
"I miss you too, baby. I always miss you when we're apart."
"No, Bill, I mean, I really miss you. I need you."
There was a long pause on the other end of the line, long enough to make Y/N think that he'd hung up on her.
"You can't sleep because you're wet?" he purred down the line, lighting the spark in her again. "Is that why you wanted to talk?"
Y/N whined, words no longer necessary as she dipped her fingers into her entrance and spread her ocean of arousal around her folds and clit.
"You in your pyjamas? The button-up ones I got you for your birthday?" She hummed in affirmation, keeping her movements slow. "Take the bottoms off and undo the buttons for me."
As soon as he'd finished speaking, she set the phone down on the pillow beside her and hurriedly pushed her bottoms down before opening up the top. She shivered when the cool night air kissed her warm skin
"Don't touch your pussy yet." His voice was muffled by her pillow until she turned it on speaker. In the background, fabric whooshed and fluttered as he started removing his suit, not caring where in the room he put it.
Her cunt clenched and gushed again when she heard him pull the zipper of his slacks down, begging to be touched and filled, but there was no way he was going to let her do anything without him joining her on the other end of the line. A whine escaped her mouth as her fingers and toes twitched in anticipation, and she listened to him pull his cock out of his underwear and spit in his hand.
"I want you to warm yourself up for me," he purred through a sigh as she heard him start to stroke himself. "Run your fingers over your tits; feel how smooth your skin is, and then I want you to squeeze them."
Y/N did as he instructed, using the very tips of her fingers to run over the soft swells of her breasts, sending shivers down her spine as she circled her nipples, her memory letting her mimic how Bill would touch her. A soft gasp escaped her mouth when she pinched them between her fingers, taking the soft flesh in her hands and squeezing softly.
"Feel nice, don't they?" Bill said, drawing her attention back to him. "I wish it were my hands on you. I wish it were your hand on my cock."
Her pussy fluttered at hearing him purr and sigh down the line, the sound tinny but just clear enough for her to hear him stroke himself, taking languid strokes. This was what she needed; she'd spent so much time rubbing herself raw like she was scrubbing a dirty dish when she just needed to slow down and play with her body the way he would.
"Alright, slide your hands down her body, and play with your clit."
As soon as her fingers touched her swollen clit, she gasped in pleasure, and her hips bucked into her hand as if they were begging her for more. Her free hand stayed on one of her breasts, still caressing and pinching at her nipple as she circled her clit with her wet fingertips. She heard a groan of pleasure from Bill down the line, the delicious tone spurring her on and making her dip her fingers into her sopping cunt to spread more of her arousal around.
"Y'know, I didn't tell you about the room here," he purred, his voice breathy from stoking himself. "It's nice, you'd like it. Especially the bed; it's too big for just me, but there's more than enough room for me to fuck you in it."
Y/N whined, louder than she'd intented to, and rubbed her clit faster, applying more pressure as her mind drifted to images of them together in his fancy hotel room, legs tangled in the sheets as he rolled his hips into hers. Her fingers drifted back to her entrance, dipping inside again as she imagined the feeling of his hard cock sliding in and out of her, her fingers aching to mimic the motions.
"Do you like the sound of that, baby?" he chuckled, biting back a moan of his own. "You want me to fuck you slow in this nice, soft bed?"
"Yes," she breathed, and slid a finger inside her pussy. "I want you so badly."
"Hmm, I want you too. But I guess we'll have to wait until I'm home for the real thing. I'll just have to listen to you fuck yourself with your fingers until then. You already got one in?"
"Uh-huh," Y/N moaned, words no longer needed.
"Good girl, slide another one in for me."
She sighed in relief as her fingers spread her open, nowhere near as much as his would have, but the slight stretch was good enough. Immediately, she rocked them in and out, getting herself used to the feeling of something inside her before finding her sweet spot and curling her fingers into it, a creaking moan crawling out of her throat. Her movements were clumsy, she'd always had a harder time making herself cum this way than Bill did, but it still felt good nontheless.
"I guess I don't need to ask you if it feels good," he breathed out a laugh, his voice dipping lower as she listened to him continue to stroke himself.
"Not as - fuck - as good as your fingers," she managed to say as her fingers curled harder and her eyes rolled back in her head.
He hummed in agreement. "My hand's nowhere near as good as yours feels around my cock. I love how soft yours are, just like the rest of you."
"I love how much longer your fingers are than mine. Thicker, too."
Just the thought of his beautiful hands on her made her clench around her fingers and drench them even more. Those long, strong fingers inside her always managed to make her scream in ways that she could never do on her own.
"You always had a thing for my hands, didn't you?"
"I spent so much time looking through all the photos from the Gala," she said, her tongue thick as her body shimmered with pleasure. "And my eyes kept going back to your hands, how much I want them on me.
Had she not had her fingers buried in her soaking cunt, she would have cringed a little at the words coming out of her mouth. But judging by the delicious moan she heard down the speaker, she knew that Bill didn't find her words cringeworthy at all.
"I did the same when you went to that premiere without me a while back." He swallowed thickly, his voice catching on a curse in his throat. "You wore that dress with the deep neckline and the slit up the side. All I could think about was kissing your neck and down your body until I could bury my face into your sweet little pussy."
Y/N cried in pleasure as her walls pulsed around her fingers, pushing her sweet spot into them as she curled her fingers harder and faster. The pressure built up in the pit of her stomach as she wound herself higher and higher to her peak, gasping and moaning as she climbed.
"You gonna cum?" she faintly heard Bill ask her, her head too busy swimming for her to do anything but whine in response. "Me too, baby."
Time felt like it stopped as she brought her free hand down to clumsily toy with her clit and her fingers curled inside her, the muscles in her pelvis contracting tighter with each curl. Her wrist ached and her fingers wanted her to stop, but she needed to feel herself tip over that edge, to cry out into the night and hear Bill's own pleasured sounds as he spilled into his hand.
Just as she thought her fingers were about to give up on her, the knot in her stomach snapped and her cunt clamped down on them, pleasure igniting in her loins and spreading throughout her body as a series of gasping moans escaped her lungs and her hips jolted, bucking wildly as she rode out her climax. Somewhere down the phone line, she heard the telltale sound of Bill's own orgasm arriving, which only spurred her on more, not slowing her movements down until she was sure she was finished.
Her body spent and tired, she gently pulled her fingers out of her oozing pussy and wiped them on the bedsheets beside her, not caring if her cum stained at all. She focused on getting her breathing back in order, when she heard Bill's voice through the speaker, a little muffled since her phone had fallen off her pillow.
"You feeling okay there, honey?" he crooned down the line, his own breathing still laboured.
"Yeah, I'm good," she said with a soft laugh before buttoning up her pyjamas and pulling the bottoms back up. "I think I really needed that."
"Glad to be of assistance, even I can't help in person."
They both fell silent for a beat, the quiet of their shared bedroom suddenly discomforting without him there.
"I wish I could touch you; I'm starting to regret not coming with you now," Y/N said quietly as she turned onto her side, her phone still in her hand.
"I'll be home in a couple of days, and then you can touch me as much as you want to, okay?" Bill's warm voice soothed her as she heard him get up from his bed miles away and head into - what she presumed was - the bathroom to clean himself off before bed.
"As much as I want? You promise?" she asked as the water was turned on down the line.
"As much as you want. That's a promise."
A smile broke out on her face at the thought of having him all to herself until he went off for work again. Almost enough for her to flood her pyjama pants again.
"I'll hold you to it. You just have fun before you come back here."
"Oh, I will. Just know that I'll be counting down the hours until I can play with you in person again."
Bill SkarsgÄrd for Esquire Magazine in 2017. His trademark style was starting to be defined around this time: Dark clothing, simple lines, serious expression, and feline elegance.
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