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[the-fiction-witch]

Dad!

Media - It Chapter One Character - Bill Denbrough (Aged Up) Couple - Bill X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 17+ (Breif handsiness) Word Count - 1745

At first, Bill barely noticed Y/n, perhaps it was everything going on. Or perhaps it was simply him thinking of her as just… one of his friends, barely even realising she was a girl.

But that summer, she had truly blossomed, even if he was still stuck as a tall, skinny nerd.

They had flirted a little with one another and had a few visits that certainly weren’t dates but… weren’t not dates either. And as they snuck a few notes back and forth in classes and ended up with the infamous.

‘Tick if you like me’,

Which actually ended up returning a yes.

So Bill had Y/n over today, just to hang out on this spring Saturday. Both nervously sitting on the edge of his bed.

Y/n wore a small sundress, a denim jacket and her thigh-high socks.

Bill wore his usual long-sleeve t-shirt and jeans. Bill is nervous as anything, with his hands in his lap, bouncing his knee up and down. He cleared his throat awkwardly before he spoke. "So…h-how have you been?"

"Good, I guess." She nodded. "Stuff's been nice, We visited my grandparents over her holidays." She shrugged, not having much to say, as not much really happened in Derry.

"That sounds nice." He smiled warmly. "H-how's your family?" He didn't really know what to say, but he had no idea what else to say.

"They’re okay," she nodded, "Dad's been working hard, Mom's… Mom. Luke's okay, struggling alot with school," she explained. "And of course, Poppet misses seeing you." She laughed,

Bill chuckled back, "I miss Poppet too. I'll have to stop over your h-house sometime."

"I'd like that." She agreed, "How, uhh how's your parents doing?"

He shrugged a bit. "Good, you know my mom, just as busy as always. Dad's just… dad." While he was speaking, he decided just to let his mouth run, not wanting to stop the conversation again without getting out what he wanted to ask, "Are you s-seeing anyone, like…romantically?"

Y/n laughed,

"S-sorry, you don't have to a-answer that if you d-don't want to."

"Well, I… I kinda assumed I was?" she smiled, “Looking… kinda right at him?”

Bill's eyes lit up, and he went a little red in the cheeks. He shuffled on the bed a bit, feeling his heart start to beat faster. "So…that makes you my… uh?"

Y/n shrugged, "Girlfriend, I guess? Girl, you're seeing?”

"Girlfriend… I uhh I like that,” he smiled, "Though maybe… I c-could give uhh give you one of those cheesy nicknames?"

"Oh?" Y/n asked,

"You know… baby, princess, darling, sweetie. those kinds of things. Do you like any of them?"

"I uhh I don't mind, darling, and sweetie is kinda cute… I'm not sure, I don't know if I should choose; surely you're supposed to pick?"

"Oh? You want me to pick?" He shuffled closer a bit, gently putting an arm around her. "Well, how do you feel about… honey, love, angel?"

"I like honey."

"Honey?" he smiled before putting an arm around her, pulling her close. "That's what I'll c-call you then, honey."

Y/n giggled again and softly rested her head on his shoulder.

"So…are you going to c-call me one of those as well?"

"Mhm…" Y/n nodded. "What about… Sugar?"

"Sugar?" he smirked a little, "You gonna sweeten my life, honey?"

She laughed. "Well, because without sugar, I wouldn't be honey."

He laughed with her, gently squeezing her as he did so. “I like that… I like that alot.” He nodded. "Y/n?”

“Yes, Bill?”

“I think I need to test something," he smiled, gathering all the courage he had.

"Oh? What?"

"Just this." He mumbled before gently pressing his lips to hers. He softly kissed her, just a small kiss, but enough to make his heart race. He pulled back after a few seconds before looking her in the eyes.

Y/n gasped slightly, her eyes going wide for a second.

"I'm.. s-sorry, if that was too s-sudden. I just had to know what it would be like. I know, I s-should have asked first or something but-"

"T-that's okay…" She blushed, "You just surprised me, is all…"

“I s-should have uhh s-should have asked-” He began.

But Y/n leant up and kissed him again.

He smiled, a bit more confident. This time, he kept it longer. Still gentle, still light, but long enough that his mind went a bit fuzzy. He could feel sparks throughout his skin as he kissed her softly. He gently pulled back as he broke the kiss, a smile on his lips as he looked into her eyes and held her close. His heart was still beating quickly, and his mind was still spinning. "So… what do you think?" He asked, his thumb gently brushing over her cheek.

"I like kisses."

"Yeah? You do?"

“Mhm.”

"I think I like them too. At least, when I kiss you."

Y/n giggled,

"So…can I kiss you again? Is that okay?"

Y/n nodded. "Yes, you may, Bill."

He gently cupped her face in his hands before pulling her close and kissing her again. His heart was pounding again, he felt as nervous as he did with the first kiss. Just something about having his lips on hers made his mind spin, and he hoped he could make her feel the same. This kiss deepened a little more, both of them slowly learning with each slow move of their lips. They figured out more and more what they were supposed to do. Truly learning how to kiss with one another.

But over time, they got the hang of it. And soon looked like the perfect picture of lovers sitting on Bill's bed, arms wrapped around one another as they made out.

He gently moves as they kiss, shifting slightly on the bed and pulling her onto his lap.

Her hands settle on his shirt just above his pecks as they continue their kiss,

As they kissed, Bill gently squeezed her waist; he began to get a little braver, moving a hand down onto her thigh.

Y/n nodded softly in their kiss, giving him the permission.

He gently ran his hand over her thigh, just barely under her skirt, his hand running up over her thigh and gripping it gently.

She gasped slightly into their kiss and blushed as they kissed her hips, softly squirming. Her squirm was innocent, but given she was sitting on his lap, it had … unintended consequences for Bill.

Suddenly, something inside of him changed. He pulled her as close as he could against him and kissed her deeply. He moved against her, not really meaning to. His body moved from reflex.

Y/n gasped, parting her lips in surprise when she felt the effect she had on him. She innocently squeezed his hips with her knees. She gasped softly and almost choked back a moan as the other of Bill's hands slid from her face down her neck and softly across her chest.

He didn't mean to move it there, didn't mean to cup her there through her sundress, but he found himself doing it anyway.

She softly moaned into his mouth and arched her back, giving him more space to cup.

He let out a long, heavy sigh as she did, his hand gently squeezing her as he kept kissing her. His breathing felt heavy and laboured as he tried to get enough air in between kisses at her moans and movements. His body felt like it was on fire, his brain getting fuzzy, his hand gently squeezing her soft chest, his other hand still gripping her thigh.

And just as things were about to get more intimate, Bill's dad opened Bill's bedroom door without even knocking. "Bill?"

Immediately, Bill snapped his hands away from Y/n.

Y/n quickly pushed herself off Bill's lap to sit on the bed again, tugging her dress hem down her thigh a little and adjusting the strap that had fallen.

Bill quickly moved his hands to his lap, fixing his hair a little so he wasn't… dishevelled. He looked up at his dad, his face going red as he cleared his throat. "Dad! Uh… what do you need?"

"Your mom and I are going out tonight," his dad chuckled, clearly not fooled by Bill and Y/n's hasty cover-up. "How does twenty bucks sound for you and Y/n to get some pizza tonight?"

Bill cleared his throat again but managed to stammer out an answer. "R-right, yeah! Yeah, that's fine. Thanks, Dad."

His dad came over and slowly counted the cash from his wallet, looking the two over and slightly inspecting them. Making a point to glance suspiciously at Bill's jeans.

Bill shifted uncomfortably, trying his best to hide the… obvious effect she had had on him.

"You two have a fun evening." His dad smirked, handing Bill the twenty dollars in four five-dollar notes wrapped around something else. "Nice to see you, Y/n."

"Nice to see you too, Mr Denbrough." Y/n smiled.

His dad made a quick exit, shutting Bill's bedroom door behind him.

Bill let out a deep sigh, he was about to tuck the money into his pocket, then glanced down at the thing his dad had put the notes around. He pulled it away and realised it was a condom.

Y/n saw the bright red wrapper of the condom and immediately began to laugh. So hysterically, she fell down, laying her back on the bed,

He let out another long sigh before gently shaking his head. "It's not that funny, you know. I'm going to be teased by my parents for months now." He didn't sound that upset, though, in fact he couldn't stop himself from laughing, too. And at least he had a condom now,

"Well, atleast they want you to be safe." She smiled. "Atleast they're not yelling at us and forcing us to sit with a balloon between us."

He laughed again, gently putting the condom away in his bedside table for now. He lay back on the bed, too, hands behind his head as he looked up at the ceiling. "True, I can't complain about that. I guess I should be glad they're at least somewhat cool with it." He rolled his head to the side to look at her, laying next to him on the bed.

"Mhm." She nodded, playing with his hair a little.

He smiled and took one hand out from behind his head so he could hold her hand, gently interlocking his fingers with hers.

"So? Pizza tonight?" She giggled

He chuckled, squeezing her hand gently. "Yeah, pizza sounds great, honey."

"And… Anything else?" She asked with a wicked smile.

"Well… I wouldn't mind having some more of what we were doing before my dad so rudely interrupted," he smirked, “After all, might as well use what we were given.”

She nodded and happily pulled him into a kiss,

[reinerismwrld]

The Devil That I Know

PAIRING: Bill Denbrough x Reader x Stanley Uris (Poly Relationship)

SUMMARY: Unfortunately, the return of Pennywise brought the loss of one of the loves of your life.

GENRE: Mostly Angst, fluff (if you squint)

WARNINGS: Suicide, death, mentions of blood and vomit.

WORD COUNT: 2.1k words

“Mr. Denbrough?” Bill didn’t notice who was calling. He was able to hear the faint commotion coming from his phone. It wasn’t you or Stan.

“Yes, it’s me.” He was a little bit irritated since he had been interrupted. He had a deadline, and as he looked at his computer screen, he noticed that nothing had been done in the past hour. He sighed.

“We’re reaching out to you regarding your wife-”

“Is she ok? What happened? Where is she?” Bill went instantly into panic mode.

“Mr. Denbrough, please calm down. She’s okay. We just want to notify you that she, well, at your house, there has been—” Bill didn’t even let the person on the other side finish when he quickly stood up, grabbed his jacket, and left his office. 

He’s been having this unsettling feeling in the bottom of his stomach all day long. At first, he tried to brush it off, knowing you and Stan were fine, both of you saying your goodbyes as always, but now… And don’t even get him started with Mike’s call in the evening. Do you know? Maybe something happened when you heard the news of It’s comeback.

As Bill approached your shared home, he could see the ambulances and police cars outside your residence. Feeling his heart race, he really didn’t know what to expect from what was unfolding in front of him. Did you get injured? Did something happen to Stan? No, no time for overthinking, he thought. Priorities.

When Bill stepped onto your lawn, he could see you sitting down on your porch steps. He quickly passed the officers who were there. As he came closer to you, he was able to see your hands and clothes, all covered in blood. 

“Holy shit, angel, what happened? Are you ok?” Bill knelt right in front of you, but you were unresponsive. Your eyes weren’t even looking at Bill. They seemed lost, without any spark whatsoever.

Bill started to shake your body in order to get a reaction from you, but nothing came of it. As he continued to shake you, he was able to notice that the blood that was on your body wasn’t yours at all. You didn’t seem to be hurt. “What happened? Please, Y/n, where’s Stan?”

For the first time during that evening, for the first time since the police and ambulance arrived, you reacted. You turned your head to Bill, and that’s when reality hit you like a punch right in the face. Stan, your Stan was gone.

“He… He is… I cannot believe it happened like I was right here. I should’ve known better, I-” As you started to ramble, Bill was able to see far away in an ambulance what appeared to be a bag that’s used to transport bodies. His heart fell to the bottom of his stomach.

“He never locks the door. I should’ve known something was up,” you kept saying. However, no emotion was seen on your face. It was like you were in auto-pilot mode as if you were just repeating something that had been going through your mind.

A lump was forming on Bill’s throat. First, he has to get you to react. Hell, he would even appreciate it if you shouted and broke everything in your sight.

“Hey, Y/n, please, look at me. Just look at me.” Bill grabbed your cheeks with both of his hands, trying to make you look only at him. For a moment, you stayed in silence, and your phone rang.

You didn’t even dare move. Bill took your phone from the back pocket of your jeans. His heart stopped after he saw the area code and phone number—the same phone number that called him that same evening.

“Hi Mike.”

“Bill?” Mike’s voice sounded a little bit surprised—just a little bit. “I thought this was Y/n’s phone number,” Bill sighed.

“It is. She’s not here right now.” Bill really couldn’t explain your state to Mike through the phone.

“Well, you already know why I’m calling. We will be waiting for you two then.” After confirming with Mike that the two of you were going to return to Derry, Bill hung up, and still, there was no reaction from you.

“Mr. Denbrough?” a police officer came closer to him. 

“Yes, that’s me. Do you know what happened?” In the corner of his eye, Bill tried to see if you finally reacted, but nothing.

“By any chance, do you know Stanley Uris?” Bill nodded. If his brain wasn’t wrong, and if he isn’t that dumb, he may know what happened, but he really wishes he was wrong. “You wife, ahm, is he a friend?” Bill tried his best to remain calm. He just wanted to know if his suspicion was correct or not. He didn’t have time to explain how the relationship between the three of you worked.

“It’s hard to explain if I’m honest, but yes, Stan… Stanley, he’s close to us.” the officer only nodded, trying to not be nosy and trying his best to give the news to Bill.

“Well, we received a call from your wife. Mr. Uris locked himself in the bathroom, and your wife, when she was able to enter the room, saw him in the bathtub. He… He committed suicide. Your wife found him.” tears started to fall down Bill’s cheeks. He tried his best to maintain his composure. Bill tried to answer the officer, but nothing came out. It was as if when he tried to speak, a brutal scream would come out. His best friend since childhood, a fundamental part of this special thing they had with you, was gone. He could only nod.

The officer tried to give his condolences, but he just left. 

Bill stayed there, standing in front of you. He started playing with your hair, trying his best to keep you at least calm. He wasn’t even sure if you could feel his touch; it was as if you had frozen in time. But he tried his best to feel you, to make sure you knew he was there with you, that you weren’t alone anymore. He understood your state now. Finding Stan must have been horrible and brutal.

As the minutes passed, people started leaving the area. The officers, the doctors on site, the nosy neighbors, and the passers-by. The two of you remained in that same spot, not really moving, trying to escape the reality you were living.

When the last police car left your house, Bill tried his best to get you to react, but you still seemed so lost. He wanted to get inside. However, a big part would be missing if you entered the house.

“Do you want to get in?” Bill asked, and you only nodded. Even if Stan wasn’t going to be there anymore, it was the last place he was with you.

Bill picked you up in bridal style. He knew it was the best way to get inside quickly. He didn’t need to open the door since it was left open by the last officer who was at your house. He sat you on your living room couch and returned to close the front door. The silence was unsettling. This house has never been this silent. It was always filled with the faint sound of music that you loved to leave in the background as Stan was cooking or as the two of you were reading books. There was also the sound of Bill typing on his computer while you and Stan talked about your day, wanting to include Bill in whatever you could. The laughs you would let out whenever Bill and Stan wanted to get your attention with their silly jokes and remarks. And the list could go on and on. But now, it was dead silent.

Bill sat at the coffee table in front of you. And that’s when he could finally see you cry. Not that Bill liked the view of your crying, but you were now reacting, something that at least made him feel that you came back to this reality.

“I’m so sorry, Bill,” you whispered. Bill’s heart shattered into a million pieces.

“No, hey, listen to me, Y/n.” Bill quickly grabbed your cheek with one hand while the other grabbed your left arm. “Why are you apologizing, angel?”

“He… He told me he was going to take a bath. He was acting weird. I really didn’t want to bother him. I thought that maybe if I let him and gave him space, he would later tell us what happened. But as the minutes passed, I got more anxious.” You let out a cry. Both of Bill’s hands were now cleaning all the tears that were rolling down. Bill also started crying, but he was trying his best to be silent so you could continue explaining what happened.

“I should’ve known better. He sounded weird… His voice was haunted Bill. I cannot explain it. But Stan, it was like he saw a ghost.” Bill gulped. He knew what made Stan do what he did. And to be honest? He couldn’t really blame him. He remembered how Pennywise scared Stan the most. Even if all of the losers made it out alive, Stan was never really the same.

It was like all the memories were coming back at him like flashes one by one. He couldn’t really understand how he forgot all those memories of that summer. It was as if his brain was playing tricks.

How can someone live with the two people who also experienced such an important and a little bit traumatic event when the three of you were 13 years old and then just forget about everything? Bill knew it wasn’t the best moment to bring this up, but you need to know all the context. At least you will then understand what happened.

“I received a call today, too. I believe it was from the same person that called Stan, and that same person also called you.”

“What?” Bill knew there was no good way to tell you the news.

“Do you remember our childhood? Specifically when we were thirteen?” you frowned. What does this have to do with Stan?

“I…” When you actually tried to recall that year, you couldn’t, as if all those memories were wiped out from your brain. “I don’t…”

“Mike called. Mike Hanlon. It’s back.” Fuck.

Bill saw your face slowly turn into horror. You quickly stood up and made your way to the kitchen sink, holding what you felt was what you had eaten that day. You finally understood. It was as if your body needed a way to get out all the fear, anxiety, and sadness you had experienced for the last hours. As you cleaned the corners of your mouth with water, you felt Bill coming closer, and he gave you a towel to dry yourself.

“Please tell me this is a sick joke, Bill.” Bill shook his head. That fucking clown. “But I don’t get it. When did Mike call me?” Bill handed you your phone. You didn’t even notice when he took it, but you couldn’t care less. It took something from you, It took something from Bill again. It’s not fair. “I don’t want to go back, Bill. I can’t.” your whole body plumbed to the kitchen floor. He sat next to you.

“We…” Bill knew the following words coming out of his mouth weren’t the best for you to hear right now, not after losing Stan. “We made a promise. We have to.” You were covering your face with your hands after hearing Bill. Tears continue falling down your face. You knew he was right. You knew that, maybe, you were the only people in the entire world who could stop Pennywise for good. But how could you actually do it? You barely made it out alive 27 years ago. What made you think this time would be different? You haven’t even returned to Derry, and you’ve already lost one of you. 

“I know Bill, but-” 

“We have to stop him. If we don’t do it, more people are going to keep disappearing, more people are going to live what we have gone through.”

“Bill, to be honest, I couldn’t care less. He took Stan, he took Georgie, what if he takes one of our friends, or worse, you?” you were starting to get anxious. You cannot lose Bill, too.

“That’s why we must return to Derry, Y/n.” Bill hugged you, and you rested your head on his shoulder. “For Stan, and for… Georgie.” Bill felt a knot in his throat. He wouldn’t lie, he was shitting bricks. He was scared, but his anger and thirst for justice - more like vengeance, were more significant. 

“You cannot die, Bill. I can’t lose you. I don’t think I could handle another loss.” Bill sighed. 

“I promise I won’t die. I won’t leave you, my angel.”

“Then I guess we will be going to Derry.”

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[spidizzlemizzle]

Sister?

Pairing: Bill Debrough x Reader

Word Count: 1,698

Warnings: Swearing, a lot of time skips and some poor writing,

A/N: Not my best work but I decided someone out there would find it somewhat okay so here ya go xx

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[Y/N] P.O.V

I made my way up to the front door and took in a deep breath, knuckles rapping against the oak wood. I looked at my shoes and wiped my sweaty palms against my shorts. Hearing the door unlock and swing open, I looked up to be faced with the unaged face of Eddie.

“[Y/N]? What are you doing here?”

“Mum didn’t tell you I was coming home?”

“Well yeah, she mentioned it, but I thought she was joking” he let out a subtle laugh and a grin spread across his face, as did one on mine. He opened the door wider and led me to the living room, hesitantly greeting my seated and uninterested mother; Eddie was always the golden child. I followed Eddie to the - prior to my return home – guest room. I placed my heavy grey backpack on the neatly made bed, zipping it open and taking out my possessions.

“Do you need anything?”

“Nah I’ll be fine” I simply waved him off before having a thought come to me.

“Actually now that I think about it, I definitely need a tour of the town I haven’t seen in countless years once I’m unpacked” I looked over my shoulder and saw him smile, obviously excited to show me around the town.

Half an hour had passed and I was finally ready to look around. We entered the garage and my eyes lit up at the sight of my old bike, although it was covered in dust and cobwebs, I instantly recognised the vehicle.

We went on the adventure I had been waiting for ever since I planned to return to Derry. We went everywhere you could think of, the library, and the barrens, the streets lined with stores and, even stopped in my favourite ice cream shop.

“We should head to the quarry next; I remember that place being absolutely incredible.” I faced Eddie with an expectant look but his eyes went a little wider than normal.

“Uh, nah let’s not do that, we should just go home.” His sentence was rushed and laced with nervousness. I narrowed my eyes at him, tilting my head on the slightest angle to try to comprehend his behaviour.

“Whatever you say.”

~One Week Later~

Eddie P.O.V

I was seated out the front of the most popular ice creamery in town with the rest of the losers. The conversation flowed between our group as I saw Richie slap Stan’s chest and point to someone walking in our direction.

“Who the fuck is that?” he said, making me turn my head to see who he was talking about. [Y/N] approached the ice cream store with a small grin, hands neatly tucked in her pockets. She pushed open the door and entered, ready to order her usual I’m guessing. I turned back to the group not saying a word as they continued to speculate who she was.

I faced Bill who had an admiring look in his eyes, this could be bad.

~Three days later~

The loser’s club and I headed towards the quarry on our bikes, with a simple chatter of what our plans for the remaining few days of summer would be.

I was about to mention my plan to Bill when a girl about our age rushed past me along with a gust of wind. I recovered from my state of shock to recognise the [H/C] hair and navy bike. [Y/N]. She sped down the main road, wind brushing her hair like a comb. I looked back at Bill to see him almost entranced by her presence; a smile graced his lips as she looked towards the sky and opened her arms to allow the embrace of the warm summer air.

“Did anyone actually find out who that is?” Everyone shook their heads in response to his question as I continued on our path to the quarry.

~One Week Later~

School began two days ago and so far, there has been no interaction between [Y/N] and the members of the losers club. I approached her at the end of the day in the hallway as she put her books back in her locker and bag.

“You ready to go home, the losers want me to go to the quarry with the-”

“The losers? Who’s that?” Her question took me back a bit as I realised I never told her about them.

“Uh they’re my friends. Doesn’t matter, anyw-”

“Can I meet them? I don’t really like anyone at this school; they’re all rude and bitchy.” I let out a small chuckle at her analysation of Derry middle school.

“You couldn’t have given a better description of our school.” She looked at me with expectation and hope.

“You wanna meet them that bad?” she nodded and smiled at me.

“Maybe another day, let’s just get going” My answer was obviously good enough as she began walking in the direction of the escape from the hellhole we call school. I let her go ahead as the losers approached me.

“You know her?” Stan’s words got my full attention and I nodded.

“And you didn’t care to mention who she is when we asked on multiple occasions?” Bills question had more of a bite to them then Stan’s did as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“It’s not a big deal.” I didn’t feel like explaining myself to them at that moment.

“Well how do you know her? If it’s not a big deal.” I knew Bill wouldn’t give up. I sighed and faced the group completely.

“She’s my twin sister.” That was all I said as I grabbed my bike from the stand. I looked at them once more and saw their shocked and confused expressions.

“Will we get a proper introduction?” Beverly piped up from the back of the group, clearly excited to possibly have another girl to hang out with.

“Quarry, tomorrow after school.” And with that, I left.

[Y/N] P.O.V

“Where are we going?” I was trailing behind Eddie on my bike.

“The quarry, my friends wanna meet you.”

“Really?” thoughts began running through my head as worry and nerves sunk in.

“Yup.”

“Do you think they’ll like me?” I caught up to my brother and looked his way.

“I think so; pretty sure you’ll fit right in.”

“You calling me a loser?” nudging his shoulder, I joked with my brother for a little longer before reaching our destination.

Introductions were quick and the conversation began flowing easily. I felt in place with these kids, as if I belonged with them. They were so easy to get along with, making me grateful to Eddie for letting me meet them.

There was one loser I got along with best though.

Bill Denbrough.

He knew just how to get me to laugh until I was in tears and his stutter made me slightly swoon.

~One Month Later~

We were all hanging out at the quarry like usual, jumping off the cliff and playing countless games to pass the time.

“Crap! I have to get home or mums gonna kill me, I’ll see you guys later.” Eddies sudden outburst made all our heads snap in his direction. We all waved him goodbye as he gathered his belongings and ran to his bike.

“Y-Yo-You’re not going wi-with him?” I brought my attention back to the stuttering boy seated next to me on the rock.

I simply shook my head and shrugged, saying, “I may have just come home a month ago, but Eddies always been the golden child, the favourite. I swear she wraps him up in cotton wool when he goes to bed,” letting out a slightly exhausted chuckle, finding the ground much more interesting than any of the conversations around me.

Less than an hour later there was only Bill and I remaining at the quarry, everyone finding reasons to head home.

“D-Do you wa-w-wanna come over to m-my house? I wanna sh-sho-show you something.”

“I’d love to Bill.” We stood from the rock, collected our towels, put our clothing back on over our bathers, and began on the trek to Bills house. The journey was silent at times but had occasional banter and simple chatter.

We approached the large house and silence fell around us. I looked at Bill as I heard thunder rumble in the distance and saw him start to fiddle with him fingers and bite his lip.

“Everything okay Billy?” I tried to joke with the boy but he wouldn’t budge. I approached him and gently placed my hand on his shoulder, bringing it down to his upper arm.

“Bill, is there something you wanna say?” Something about his change in attitude made me think he did. I looked him in the eyes for a split second before he turned away and looked at his home over my shoulder.

“I’ve liked you ever since I first saw you ride past us on our way to the quarry, you looked so carefree and full of life and when Eddie introduced you to us I was so happy I was going to get to know you and I completely understand if you don’t feel the same because wh-” Not a single stutter fell from his lips as I registered his words in a split second.

“You like me?”

“Yeah I do, a lot.” His words and small chuckle made me let out a wide grin and look at him with the largest amount of admiration possible.

I reached my hands up to the back of his neck and went onto my tiptoes. I pulled him down into a sweet kiss. It was short but showed the reciprocated feelings I have for him. I pulled away as I heard him mother tell us to come inside. Only now noticing the rain falling around us, I looked back at him, frozen with a look of shock on his face. I backed away as I giggled and turned to walk into the Denbrough household.

Unbeknownst to me at the time, as I greeted his mother indoors, a smile graced his lips and made him bubble up with glee.

I am so glad I returned home.

[the-fiction-witch]

Miss Bowers

Showing - IT 2017 Staring - Bill Denborough (Age Up) X Reader (Henry Bower's Lil Sis) Rating - 18+ (Swearing / Knives / make outs/ grinding / HJ/ CTasting/ hickeys/ 'Owning' / Dom&Sub) Reading Time - 19 min 48 sec (2572)

Bill was down by the kissing bridge feeling lonely and angry as usual, Richie was off at the arcade, Bev was off with Ben, Stanley had some Hebrew school class and even Eddie was at some long-winded doctor’s appointment. So he went down to the kissing bridge, looking at all the carved names and initials, pulling out his small knife to carve 'FUCK' onto it.

A chuckle made him jump. "Well, well. Hey there, Denborough."

He flipped around and couldn't have pissed himself, as there stood Y/n, Henry Bowser's little sister, as vile and cruel as her big brother. She'd been bullying Bill and the losers since kindergarten, and she'd given him way too many beatings already. She wore boots, a short pleated skirt, a band tee cut up to fit her, and a plaid over shirt. Bill stared at her and felt his heart drop. He’d never had to actually deal with one of the Bowers by himself, but he had to hold his ground. “Oh g-g-great.” he muttered. “What are you doing here?”

"I could ask you the same question." She smirked, coming closer. "Would think you boys too scared to walk the bridge, you know my big brother has a toll here. And I remember your chubby friend Ben got his guts cut out for trying to skip it."

“Y-y-y-yeah, I remember that.” Bill nodded, “Well, I’m not here to pass the bridge. I’m just l-leaving something here for a certain fucker. You don’t mind, do you?” he said sarcastically, knowing damn well she and her brother ruled this part of town.

"Oh? And what fucker is that?" She asked.

Bill turned back and started to carve ‘HENRY BOWER’S A WANKER’ into the kissing bridge.

Y/n laughed but grabbed Bill by his shirt and dragged him to the other side of the bridge. "Awww, you're cute. But the only one who gets to insult my big brother is me."

Bill tried to rip himself free of her grip, but was far too weak and short to get her to let go. “Oh yeah?” he said, with a slight waver in his voice. “And w-what’s his little sister g-g-gonna do to me?”

Y/n pried the knife Bill had used to carve on the wooden bridge from his hand, taking it in her own. "Hummm, cute, and little. Just like the rest of you, Bill." She smirked, tossing it into the water. And pulling out a switchblade, "This is a knife, honey." She cooed, resting it against his cheek.

Bill gulped. “Yeah, t-th-hanks.” he nodded. His voice was growing more nervous by the second. He swallowed hard, “You’re not g-g-gonna cut me, are you? Can’t you just let me go?”

She chuckled. "Hummm… Maybe," she smirked, "maybe I should take your pants down and cut your little cock off, I bet my big brother would be real proud of me."

That took Bill’s fear to a whole new level. His eyes widened and his face lost some colour as a very strong shiver ran down his whole body. “Y-y-y-y-y-you w-w-w-w-wouldn’t.” he croaked out,

"Wouldn't I?" She smirked.

“Please. I uh… You won’t.”

"Hummm… Maybe we can make a deal."

Bill nodded quickly. “Yeah uh… yeah okay. Deal. What’s the deal?”

"I'll let you off the bridge toll, and I won't tell my big brother it was you who carved that into the bridge." She smirked. "All you gotta do, is keep that mouth shut, not a single sound out of it until I tell you. You think you can handle that?"

Bill let out a shaky sigh of relief, feeling, “I uh… yeah okay.” he nodded. “I won’t- I can keep my m-m-mouth shut. Not make a sound or anything… Easy, easy deal. Yeah.”

She smirked. "Good boy, now not a sound until I say okay?"

Bill swallowed, still feeling pretty freaked out. “Okay,” he agreed.

“No sounds,” Y/n smirked and, without even moving the knife, she kissed him.

Bill was not expecting that, not in the slightest. It took a few seconds before he even started to kiss back, just standing there, shocked for a second. But once he did a little more, he felt slightly less nervous, only when he began to kiss back, she took his bottom lip between her teeth and bit down. “Mmmph!” Bill let out a small gasp against her mouth.

Y/n pulled back. "Not a sound, Bill."

Bill nodded. “Sorry s- sorry,” he mumbled.

She huffed and went back to their kiss,

He kissed her back, feeling less nervous now. He put a hand nervously on her waist, and let out a small gasp when she nibbled at his lower lip again.

She hummed into the kiss, moving her body against his, licking across his bottom lip to ask for entrance.

He moaned slightly when she pressed against him like that. He moaned quietly again and happily parted his lips to let her in.

She slipped her tongue past his teeth and turned their kiss into a make-out. Her hand with the blade moved away, flicking the knife away and stuffing it in her pocket to wrap her arms around Bill's neck

Bill moaned again. Her tongue against his felt… Weird and strange. But not bad, weird and strange. It honestly felt really good, and Bill moaned into her, pulling her ever so slightly closer.

Y/n pulled back but just enough to kiss down Bill's jaw and neck, finding his sweet spot and biting a hickey into his skin.

Bill moaned loudly, tilting his head back so she had full access to his neck. He let out a string of soft moans when she marked him up. His hands gripped a little tighter on her waist as he pressed against her more. “Mmmm!”

"No noises." She reminds him, giving him more hickeys.

He tried to keep quiet, but was finding it difficult. The feeling of her sucking a mark into his neck was making him feel very needy. He couldn’t help it. And let out a high-pitched moan again. “Nnnngh… It’s hard,” he huffed.

"Humm don't make me turn you over and give you a spanking, Denborough." She growled,

Bill felt a shiver go down his spine at that, going quiet again. He swallowed thickly. “Sorry…”

She smirked, nibbling on the hickeys she just made. "You know what these mean, don't you?"

Bill was trying really hard to keep his mouth shut, trying to remember the deal they made, but it got very very, very difficult when she kept marking up his neck. “Mmm… No…” he mumbled. “What… What do they mean?”

"They mean… I own you, honey."

Bill moaned again at that, his hips twitching lightly. “Y-you…You o-w-wwn me…”

"mhm… You're all mine." She smirked.

When she said that, he moaned again, slightly louder again. “Y-yours. All yours,” he murmured. “Oh f-fuck…”

"Say it, Denborough."

Bill moaned again, feeling needy and already forgetting about the deal from the pleasure. “I’m yours… Yours, all yours…” he moaned.

"Good boy." She cooed. "And when they start to fade… You'll come find me and let me freshen them up nice and dark, won't you?" She smirked, biting down right above his collar, where he couldn't hide it.

Bill moaned loudly at that, tilting his head back to give her more space. “Y-yeah… I’ll come find you… F-for you to… To make ‘em all dark n’ fresh again and… Yeah…” he moaned,

"mhm… Who's a good boy?" Y/n cooed,

“Me…” he whimpered. He moaned again when she left another bite mark on him. “Oh f-fuck…”

Y/n pulled back, finally leaning on the other side of the bridge's railing, licking her lips at the state she'd left him, looking over the work she'd done to Bill.

He was a complete wreck. His neck was marked up with hickeys and bite marks. His legs are slightly shakey, and he looked desperately needy. He whined and looked at her with flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes. “Please… Please…” he murmured.

Y/n smirked, pulling out a cigarette from her pocket and lighting it up "Oh? I don't remember telling you to speak." She growled. "What do you want, Denborough? What's my baby begging for?"

Bill moaned again at that, feeling himself shiver as she called him that. He whined and looked at her, eyes wide and pleading. “Please…” he repeated. “Please just touch me or something!” he whined.

"awww, you miss me that much already?" She smirked,

Bill moaned quietly, feeling like he was being teased. He nodded and whined. “Mmm yeah… y-yeah I do… Please…”

Y/n laughed and came over cigarette in hand. She cupped his cheeks and kissed him again, immediately going into a make-out. The heat of her cigarette beside his ear.

Bill moaned against her mouth, his hands going almost immediately to her hips. He gripped her tightly, pulling her slightly closer so she was pressed up more against him. His mouth sloppily met hers, letting her in every time she went for him, feeling completely needy and desperate for her touch. He was getting overwhelmed and desperately trying to get some friction. He pressed himself more against her, rolling his hips against hers in a needy attempt for some kind of pressure.

Y/n smirked and pulled back, whispering against his lips. "Humm, calm down… You can fuck me later, Denborough."

Bill moaned desperately and whined when she pulled away, chasing her lips with his own. “Later?” he asked, breathless. “Don’t wanna… Wanna wait…” he murmured,

"Yeah? You don't wanna wait, baby? You're too hard? Too excited? You'll cum in your pants if I don't let you fuck me?" She cooed, pinching his cheek with the same hand that held her cigarette,

Bill moaned again at her words, squeezing her waist and pressing himself more up against her, his hips twitching and still trying to get friction like that. “Y-yes…” he murmured against her lips. “P-please, I don’t want to wait…” he pleaded.

"Say it." She growled, "Admit to everything."

Bill swallowed hard, feeling small when underneath the glare of her eyes. “I’m… I’m h-hard…” he admitted, avoiding her eyes. “A-and desperate for you…”

"Yeah? So hard and desperate for me? You'll end up jerking off tonight just to the thought of my kisses if I don't let you fuck me?" She cooed,

He moaned again. He felt so dirty and small, with her towering above him and telling him things like that, but he loved it. “Y-yeah…” he nodded. “I’m m-more than likely g-going to… if you’re not going to take care of m-me…”

Y/n chuckled. "Beg puppy."

He whined, shifting nervously. “Please!” he moaned, sounding desperate, needy. His arms were still wrapped around her waist, holding her close. “Please touch me… A-anything…”

Y/n laughed, "You are so cute…" She put out her cigarette on the railing of the bridge and began to rub him through his jeans. "Yeah? That's what you want, baby?"

Bill moaned loudly, head tilting back against the bridge. He moaned quietly between moans, leaning into the touch from his hands on her waist, and pushing up slightly into her hands. “Ffuckk… Y-yes…” he murmured. “Yes, yes m-more…”

"shhh shh you get what you're given." She growled, slipping her hand into his jeans. "Humm, who owns you, Bill?"

He moaned again at her hand on him, feeling himself start to leak a little bit of precum already. “You…” he murmured, voice slightly higher-pitched than usual. “You own me…”

"Good boy," she growled, taking his cock fully in her hand, rubbing his leaked precum with her thumb and starting to jerk him off. "Who owns this cute cock?”

Bill moaned, his grip on her waist tightening as she worked him. His head stayed slightly tilted back against the bridge, eyes screwed shut in pleasure as she moved her hand over him. “You do…” he moaned. “Y-you own it..”

"Good boy," she cooed, kissing his neck, "and who is it you're going to think about every time you cum from now on?"

Bill’s breath hitched, “Y-you…” he murmured back, “N-no one else… Just you… only you… Ahhh…”

"Good boy." She growled. "Next time you get hard… What are you going to do?"

“I’ll… I’ll t-try to find you…”

"You come find me so I can take care of you." She smirked,

Bill moaned again, feeling close now. He was writhing and gasping, and desperately trying to focus on her talking, but only really half hearing her. “Mmm! Yes… Yes…” he moaned. “Yes, I’ll f-find you…”

"awww, you close Bill?"

“Mmm… m-mhm!” he tried to speak, but it came out as a moan instead. “C-close… S-so close…”

Y/n laughed. "You can cum so long as you tell me you love me."

Bill moaned, feeling himself twitching in her hand. His brain felt fuzzy, and he’d have said whatever she wanted in that moment, so he moaned a desperation. “I love you! I l-love you…” He moaned, trying to lean more into her.

"Good boy." She kissed his cheek, speeding up her hand.

He tried to hold off for a moment, but as her hand sped up and gripped him just the right way, he tipped over the edge. He felt so good as he moaned loudly. His nails dug into her waist, and his whole body tensed as he came in her hand. He moaned and moaned, feeling the pleasure take over and make his eyes screw shut with pleasure. He moaned her name, gasping for air.

"That's it, that's my good little Bill." She cooed, pulling her hand away and licking his semen from her hand. "What a good boy,"

Bill was panting, body still twitching from the high and feeling spent. He looked at her with a glassy look in his eyes, completely lost in his bliss and pleasure. “I’s your good boy…” he murmured without thinking.

Y/n laughed. "Awww, is you good, boy?" She teased,

“Mhmm…” he murmured out, still sounding completely gone and high on pleasure.

Y/n laughed, giving Bill a long, passionate kiss, dipping her tongue deep into his mouth.

Bill moaned into the kiss, feeling too overwhelmed to do anything but accept whatever she did to him. She eventually pulled back, leaving Bill still lost in a daze. He still had a glassy look in his eyes and was panting, and he moaned when she pulled away. “Oh fuckk…” he murmured, still trying to regain himself.

Y/n scoffed, fixing his hair, "What are those magic words I like to hear?"

Bill blushed, remembering her making him say that. He still felt embarrassed with the state she’d left him in and having to repeat that, but he obliged. “I… I l-love you…” He murmured blushing hard.

"Good boy," she cooed, giving him one more kiss. "I'll be seeing you, Denborough," she smirked, walking across the bridge.

Bill, still a bit gone, just watched her walk away. He was in a bit of a daze, both physically and mentally. He slumped back against the railing, attempting to catch his breath and regain himself even more. “Yeah… see ya…” he murmured, a bit dazed still.

"Don't make me wait too long, Bill." She yelled as she walked away,

Bill felt himself shiver at her words as he watched her leave. He still had this feeling of desperation, like he wanted her to stay, but he knew what she wanted and knew she expected to meet again. He knew by the tone of her last words, and he felt himself shiver again. The words she put in his mind still played in his head, and he felt his cheeks redden with embarrassment all over again. He could barely believe it was real, and he knew none of the losers would ever believe him. He just made out and got jerked off by Y/n Bowers! And… he’d loved it! He could only hope his hickeys faded fast, so she might come and do it all over again.

[the-fiction-witch]

We Can't Compete

Showing - IT Staring - Bill Denbrough X Reader Rating - 17 Reading Time - 6 min 12 sec (804) Requested - Anonymous asked: More bill from it IM ON MY KNEES

Richie, Eddie, and Stanley stood on the worn doorstep of the Denbrough house, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows that danced around them.

Eddie was overwhelmed and had finally succumbed to hopelessness. He slumped onto the weathered wooden steps as he buried his face in his hands.

Stanley leaned against the wooden porch railing, his posture slumped in resignation. His fingers absentmindedly picked at the chipped white paint. When he accidentally peeled away a large chunk, a rush of panic crossed his face, and he quickly set the flake back in place as if to erase the evidence.

And then there was Richie. He stood before the door, his body tense and restless as he kicked at it. Each blow was fueled by his pent-up fury, his fists pounding against the wood as if it were Pennywise himself. “Ughhhhhhhhh!” He yelled, shaking the door handle vigorously,

“We’re gonna miss the movie.” Stan reminds,

“I know!” Richie yelled, “Where is he?! Bill! Bill! Billiam Denbutt! You coming to the movie or not!”

“Maybe he’s already at the theatre?” Eddie pitched,

“He said to meet at his place.” Richie complained, as he took a brief break to rub his hands now tired from all his door attacking, “I don’t get it! What could be more important than hanging out with us?”

Stanley didn’t speak, but he made a face which both Richie and Eddie clocked,

“What are you smiling about, stan?” Eddie glared,

“I have a guess where he is.”

“Ohhh then enlighten us, Staniel.” Richie scoffed,

“Have we considered he might be at the Y/l/n house?”

“Why would he be there?” Eddie asked,

“Really? Why would Bill be at Y/n’s?” Stan laughed,

“Yeah, why would he wanna hang out with some girl instead of us?” Richie asked,

“You guys are dumb.” He rolled his eyes,

Riche groaned and began to kick the door again, “Bill!! Billy!! BILL!” He screamed,

“WHAT!” Bill’s voice came from above,

The three immediately ran out from the porch and looked up to see Bill poking his head out of his bedroom window.

“There you are!” Eddie laughed,

“I told you he was here,” Richie smirked as he slapped Stanley on the shoulder, “Dude! We’ve been down here all morning!”

“It was like ten minutes.” Stan mumbled,

“You coming to the movies or not?!” Richie yelled up,

“Ohh… shit! Was t-that today?” Bill asked,

“Yes!” Eddie complained,

“Ughhh… you guys can uhhh can go w-without me,” Bill answered,

“What? But you’ve been talking all week about seeing it?!” Richie reminds,

“I know, but uhh maybe some other t-time.”

“Where’s your mom anyway?” Eddie asked suspiciously,

“Out shopping.”

“And your dad?” Stanley asked,

“At work.”

“So you’re home alone right now?” Eddie asked,

“Ohh for fuck- Bill! Quit wankin’ and get down here!” Richie ordered,

“Lower your fucking voice, rich!” Bill yelled,

“I will when you stop wakin’ and get down here!”

“I… for your information.” Bill answered a little more hushed, “I'm not home alone.”

The three fell silent, and Richie glared up at Bill, “How… are you not… who’s up there with you!?”

“None of your business!”

But the answer came instantly, as Y/n poked her head out of the window too. “Hi guys!” She waved,

Instantly, it clicked,

“Ohh come on!” Richie complained,

“Told you.” Stanley laughed,

“You said he was at Y/n’s, not that Y/n was here with him.” Eddie corrected,

“Don’t be a dick, Ed,” Stan snapped,

“So that’s why you wouldn’t answer!” Richie glared, “What the hell were you two doing up there?”

“N-n-nothing.” Bill stuttered,

“I think it’s pretty obvious what they were doing, Rich,” Stan laughed as he placed a hand on Richie’s head and angled his head to he too could notice that Y/n’s blouse was unbuttoned,

“Ooohhh…” Richie gulped as he noticed, “Hi Y/n,” He smirked, moving a little to try and peek down her shirt,

But Bill noticed and instantly put his hand over her chest to conceal her cleavage, “Hey! Back up, Richie!”

“So I take it you're busy?” Eddie asked,

“Well… I mean… yeah…” Bill blushed,

“He’s very busy,” Y/n smirked, kissing Bill’s cheek,

“Awww, adorable,” Stanley laughed,

“Can we at least come in and hang out?” Richie asked,

“No. Fuck off, Rich.” Bill glared,

“Come on, Billy…” she cooed, disappearing back inside,

Of course, Bill’s eyes followed her, and he bit his lip in excitement, “I uhh…. I g-gottta …. I gotta go.” Bill stuttered, “Bye, guys!” He yelped before he scampered back inside,

“Ohh for - Bill! Come on!” Richie yelled,

“Dude, just give it up. Come on, we can still make the movie if we cut across town.” Eddie suggested going for his bike,

“I think Ed's right, we can’t compete with boobs.” Stanley shrugged,

“God damn boobs…” Richie cursed, “I swear to got if I had boobs everyone would wanna hang out with me!”

Stan just glared,

“Yeah, I heard it as soon as I said it, too.” Richie sighed, “Let's just go to the movie… Leave Denbrough with his honeybun.”

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We Can't Compete P2

Showing - IT Staring - Bill Denbrough (AGE UP) X Reader Rating - 17 (Groping / touching / feeling up / make outs) Reading Time - 8 min 9 sec (1059) Requested - Anonymous asked: can you plz make a suggestive bill denbrough fic Anonymous asked: We Can't Compete part 2?? YOUR MY FAVORITE BILL X READER WRITER BTW i love your work!! I hope you have a good day/night Anonymous asked: Bill denbrough smut or fluff just anything with bill denbrough im beggingggggg

Bill stood fixing his hair and getting ready for his date; he’d been prepping ever since his mom went out shopping. He fixed his red plaid shirt just as he heard the front door, so he bolted down without a moment’s thought and opened the door to see Y/n in her little white blouse and red skirt.

“Hey,” she smiled,

“Hey s-sugar…” he smirked, leaning on the doorframe, trying to look sexy for her.

“She gone?”

“S-she’s gone, come on.” Bill grabbed Y/n’s hand and tugged her inside, the two running upstairs to Bill’s room. He instantly shut the door behind him and smirked at her, watching as she put on a tape, the music playing loudly but comfortably and sat on his bed. He didn’t speak, just closing the gap and sitting down beside her. “So?”

“So…” She smiled,

“Are uhh… are w-we gonna…” he asked,

She rolled her eyes playfully and pulled his collar to press their lips together,

Bill instantly melted and kissed her back, his hands settling on her waist, fighting back his urge to moan into her mouth immediately,

Y/n settled her hands on his shoulders and deepened their kiss,

He leaned his head to the side and pulled her closer, their bodies almost flush with one another. He brushed his tongue gently over her bottom lip, asking to deepen the kiss further,

She allowed him, parting her lips and allowing their tongues to meet, her hands slid down slowly as they made out, undoing a few buttons on his plaid shirt, slipping her hands in to slide over his warm bare skin,

Bill softly moaned and moved his own hands up to unbutton her blouse just enough to see her cleavage. When he peered down at her, he whimpered to ask for permission as his hands hovered over her blouse.

Y/n nodded and slid her own hands a little lower as their make-out deepened further,

He happily clamped his hands on her breasts, moaning into her mouth the moment he gave her chest a slow grope,

She panted a little, her hands tugging softly on his belt,

He nodded quickly, giving her chest a harder squeeze,

She moaned as she undid his belt and began to slide her hand under his jeans,

But a loud bang caught their attention, loud enough they heard it over their music,

“What was that?” Y/n asked as she broke their kiss,

“N-nothing… come on S-sugar,” Bill panted, trying to reconnect their lips, giving her breasts a firm squeeze to bring her attention back to him,

“What if your mom’s home?”

“S-she won’t be back for hours… come on S-sugar, I’m already getting h-hard…”

“Alright,” She giggled reutrning to their deep, lusty make-out, her hands finding his boxers and starting to rub over his erection,

“Ummmm!” he moaned, his hands slithering under her blouse,

But after a while more of kissing, they heard more banging,

“What the hell!” Bill gasped as he frustratedly broke the kiss and shut off their music,

“Bill!! Billy!! BILL!” Richie’s voice came through from beyond the window,

Bill sighed, giving Y/n a kiss on the forehead before he got up and shoved his head out the window, “WHAT!” He looked down and saw Richie, Eddie and Stanley all stood infront of his house,

“There you are!” Eddie laughed,

“I told you he was here!” Richie smirked as he slapped Stanley on the shoulder, “Dude! We’ve been down here all morning!”

“Who is it?” Y/n asked as she came over, but Bill pushed her back from the window,

“T-the guys,” He sighed, “Just sit down, I’ll get them to go.”

“You coming to the movies or not?!” Richie yelled,

Bill instantly panicked, “Ohh… shit! Was T-that today?”

“Yes!” Eddie complained,

“Uhhh…” Bill pondered, looking back at Y/n and trembling with how hard he already was, “You guys can Uhhh can go w-without me.”

“What? But you’ve been talking all week about seeing it?” Richie reminds,

“I know…” Bill nodded, unable to fully rip his eyes off Y/n, “But uhh maybe some other t-time,”

“Where’s your mom anyway?” Eddie asked,

“Out Shopping.”

“And your dad?” Stanley asked,

“At work.”

“So you're home alone right now?” Eddie asked,

“Ohh for fuck- Bill! Quit wankin’ and get down here!” Richie yelled,

“Lower your fucking voice, Rich!” Bill yelled,

Y/n giggled, unable to help herself,

“Quiet, you,” Bill whispered,

“I will when you stop wakin’ and get down here!” Richie yelled again,

“I…” Bill began debating if he should tell them, but he knew it would be a nightmare if they knew, “For your information, I am not home alone,” he said quietly,

The three gave him a strange look, but of course it was Richie who glared, “How… are you now… who’s up there with you?”

“None of your business!” Bill yelled,

But Y/n smiled and poked her head out the window too, “Hi guys!” she waved,

“Sugar…”

“Ohh come on!” Richie yelled,

“Told you.” Stanley laughed,

“You said he was at Y/n’s, not that Y/n was here with him.” Eddie corrected,

“Don’t be a dick, Ed,” Stan snapped,

“So that’s why you wouldn’t answer!” Richie glared, “What the hell were you two doing up there?”

Bill glanced at Y/n, but didn’t want to admit what they were up to, so he just gulped, “N-n-nothing.”

“I think it’s pretty obvious what they were doing, Rich,” Stan laughed as he placed a hand on Richie’s head and angled his head so that he too could notice that Y/n’s blouse was unbuttoned,

“Ooohhh…” Richie gulped as he noticed, “Hi Y/n,” He smirked, moving a little to try and peek down her shirt,

But Bill immediately noticed and instantly put his hand over her chest to conceal her cleavage, “Hey! Back up, Richie!”

“So I take it you're busy?” Eddie asked,

“Well… I mean… yeah…” Bill blushed as he put his arm around Y/n,

“He’s very busy,” Y/n smirked, kissing Bill’s cheek, and allowing her hand to slip back down his jeans, fondling his erection,

“Awww, adorable,” Stanley laughed,

“Can we at least come in and hang out?” Richie asked,

“No. Fuck off, Rich.” Bill glared,

“Come on, Billy…” she cooed, as she went fully back into the room, sitting on Bill’s bed,

Of course, Bill’s eyes followed her, watching as she pulled her legs apart and tugged off her panties for him. He bit his lip in excitement, “I uhh…. I g-gottta …. I gotta go.” Bill stuttered, “Bye, guys!” He yelped before he went back in and slammed his window shut, hearing Richie yell for him as he did, “Come here S-sugar.” He growled before he jumped on her,

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Miss Bowers P2

Showing - IT 2017 Staring - Bill Denborough (Age Up) X Reader (Henry Bower's Lil Sis) Rating - 18+ (Make outs/ Bj/ CinM/ hickeys/ mummy K8nk/ car s8x/ mama / breast feeding / n9pple s8cking) Reading Time - 17 min 13 sec (2238)

Later that night, Bill laid in bed, unable to remove the memory of that day. Y/n had tormented him his whole life, from crushing his kindergarten juice boxes all the way to literally almost running him over in her brother's car. But… She'd made him feel so good, made him swear to be hers, to come to her with his sexual desire. Her hickeys almost burned into his skin. His skin was starting to feel cold, even though it was hot and sticky tonight in Derry. But he had goosebumps all over himself. He sat up, giving up on getting to sleep any time soon, and sat up in bed, holding his pillow. His hand absentmindedly moved up to where a few of the hickeys were on his neck, and traced his fingers around the bruising.

He let out a sigh, feeling the ghost of her hands and mouth all over him. His mind was so fixated on her and what he’d say to her next, and his heart fluttered when he thought about meeting her again. Something he never thought he’d say about Y/n Bowers, of all people. He blushed when he remembered all the things she’d made him say, and how she’d made him melt apart in her hands.

His thoughts wandered to her, how she’d make him feel the next time, and where he’d get to kiss her. What she’d do to him and make him want so badly. He was so close to just jumping out of bed and riding his bike to the Bowers farm and seeing if she’d take care of him. But he knew he couldn’t risk getting spotted by her brother. So he sighed and laid back down, forcing himself to sleep.

That morning, he had a long shower and got dressed nicely. He went out on his bike, circling his usual path, hoping to see Y/n. He was being a little dangerous, going places he knew were the bowers' territory, almost trying to coax her to come out and play with him again.

As he looped around again and again, he started to feel a little discouraged. Nothing was happening, and he started to lose hope. He stopped, pulling over on his bike to lean back on a stop sign.

“Oh, c’mon… where is she?” He huffed, glancing around.

"Mhm, there's my little lost puppy, come home to mama," Y/n smirked as she pulled up in her brother's car.

Bill’s head snapped in her direction when he heard her voice, eyes widening. He felt his heart skip a beat, stomach fluttering as she spoke to him.

He swallowed hard, “H-hey…” he spoke, getting off his bike.

"Hmmm, miss me?" Y/n smirked,

Bill blushed, embarrassed by both the question and the fact that she could definitely see it on his face. He swallowed hard and nodded. “Y-yeah…” he murmured. ”You make it kinda, uh, hard to not miss you…”

She laughed. "How about I meet you at the barrens?"

Bill nodded immediately at that. “Sure, yeah. The barrens are good.”

"See ya there then Denborough." She smirked, driving off down the road.

Bill paused for a brief moment as he observed her driving away. He exhaled slowly. Then, he quickly hopped back onto his bike and headed towards the barrens to meet her. He leaned his bike against a tree and began searching for her. He noticed the car parked by the water, with Y/n seated inside. Bill inhaled deeply to steady his nerves before walking over. He anxiously shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he approached the vehicle, taking a moment to gaze at her.

Y/n noticed him and cheerfully patted the seat beside her.

Bill nervously walked up to the car, opened the passenger door, and settled into the seat next to her. He closed the door and faced her, still feeling a bit unsettled.

“Hey..” he murmured, eyes flickering all over her face.

"Hmmm, hello Denborough." She smirked, grabbing his neck. "Where's that pretty mark I left on you yesterday?"

Bill blushed, feeling his knees go a little weak when she grabbed him. He lifted his hand to the side of his neck where the hickey was, and moved the fabric of his shirt down more so it was visible. “O-oh, uh here…” he murmured,

"Good, I was worried you were trying to hide it." She smirked, kissing the hickey.

Bill shivered at the feeling of her lips on his neck again, and had to try really hard to hold back any reactions or sounds. He swallowed hard, feeling his insides start to flutter with nerves. “A-as if I would…” he murmured.

"Mhm, tell me, what did my baby get up to last night?" She smirked,

“Uhh… just lay in bed… couldn’t really sleep…” he mumbled, nervously.

"awww, why'd my poor baby not sleep?"

Bill’s blush deepened, “I-I uhm…” he murmured. “I was kinda thinking… about you…”

Y/n chuckled, "You're so cute." She chuckled, kissing his jaw. "You should have come see me, I'd have helped my baby get to sleep…"

“O-oh yeah?” he murmured. “How would you have… helped me go to sleep…?” He asked, feeling a bit needy.

"Well, I'd have tucked you into bed, maybe rocked you to sleep, maybe let you suck my breasts until you got nice and sleepy." She cooed between kisses.

Bill moaned quietly, the feeling of her lips on his skin already starting to make him lose focus. “Mmf.. that sounds nice…” he murmured, his hands moving from his lap to rest on her thighs, and he absent-mindedly started to squeeze a little.

Y/n chuckled. "Humm? Yeah? You wanna touch me that bad, Bill?"

He shivered again as she spoke lowly into his ear. He was already starting to sink into that needy and desperate state she reduced him to yesterday. “Y-yeah… Yeah I do…” he murmured, fingers squeezing her thigh a little tighter.

"Yeah? You want me to touch you?"

Bill moaned desperately. “Yes…” he murmured. “Please touch me…”

Y/n chuckled, "What's the magic words?" She whispered into his ear.

Bill moaned helplessly at her words. “P-please…” he murmured. “Please touch me…”

"Come on, you know the magic words, you said them so well yesterday, Bill."

“I-I…” he stuttered, then took a breath and tried again. “I… l-love you…” he murmured, getting all stuttery and shy saying the words again.

"Good boy." She smirked, undoing his jeans and pulling out his hard cock.

Bill moaned softly again when she touched him, closing his eyes and resting his head back against the seat. “T-thank you…” He murmured.

"awww, you're so polite when you're getting what you need so badly," she smirked,

“P-please… Please make me feel good…” he murmured.

"Well, you want kisses, or kitty?" She cooed in his ear as she bit down on another hickey in his neck,

Bill moaned again, “I-I…” he murmured. “I… P-please…” he started to beg, mind going fuzzy when she was already beginning to affect him. “K-kiss…” he murmured. “Y-your kisses… They feel so good…”

Y/n smirked and gave Bill one long kiss before she moved down to kiss his cock,

He groaned against her mouth when she kissed him, but she wasn’t down there long. When she pulled away, he looked at her with desperate, needy eyes. “Oh god please…” he whined.

"Mmmm so needed Denborough. So desperate for your mama. You're so sensitive… You weren't a naughty boy touching yourself last night, were you?"

Bill moaned and shook his head. “No m-mama…” he murmured. “Wasn’t a naughty boy…” he said, almost in a whine.

"Good boy," she cooed, leaning down to take his cock in her mouth, gently sucking

He moaned out loudly, hands moving to her hair and tightening on her head, His head dropped back and his mouth dropped open as he panted, eyes closed. “Oh f-fuck… mama please…” he moaned, still sounding needy. He had given up on trying to keep still and was starting to squirm and move against her mouth. “Oh god… oh f-fuck…” he moaned, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

Y/n chuckled, "awww babies so desperate, so needy,"

“Oh god… f-fuck… gonna…” he moaned, trying to give her some sort of warning.

"awww, already." She smirked. "My poor baby is so desperate. Go on, you can cum in mama's mouth if you say the magic words." She cooed,

“Oh please m-mama… Gonna… I-“ he moaned before he managed to get the words out, almost like he was struggling hard. “Oh god… love you…” he managed to gasp out.

"Good boy." She growled deep deep-throating his cock,

Bill’s back arched as he moaned again, “Oh god… Gonna…” He moaned but moaned again, louder, and grabbed onto her hair. “Gonna… Please… mama… please please…” he babbled. His grip on her hair got tighter as he moaned loudly, writhing and squirming in his seat. His legs felt like they’d give out, and his vision was starting to get fuzzy. He was so close it was starting to hurt. “Mama… mama pl-…” he moaned again, trying to beg her but was too desperate to even get the words out. “Please…! Please… I-I can’t…!” he managed to stammer. “G-gonna… gonna…!” He moaned out loudly and almost screamed when it finally hit, and began to spill into her mouth. “Mama! Mama…! Oh god… Oh god oh god… oh god…” He moaned as he shivered through his orgasm. His head fell back and he felt his body tense again when he felt her swallow every drop.

Y/n chuckled as she sat back up and wiped her mouth "My, my, my baby Bill was so desperate."

Bill looked completely debauched, still trying to catch his breath as he blinked at her. His head felt fuzzy and heavy as his chest rose and fell while he tried to slow his breathing. He could only manage a breathless nod. “Mmm… yes… Yeah…” He murmured.

"awww my poor baby," she cooed.

He whined softly when he saw her sitting up away from him and leaned up towards her. “Mama… Don’t go…” he murmured.

Y/n laughed, leaning back in her seat. "Awww, come here Bill baby," she cooed, opening her arms

Bill immediately leaned out of his seat and into her arms, snuggling against her and practically curling into her lap. He rested his head against her chest and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding on like he didn’t want to ever let go. He still felt completely dazed but was happy to just rest against her and feel her arms around him. “Mama…” he murmured, holding on tighter.

"awww, there was go, there's my Bill baby." She cooed, cuddling him, pulling his head onto her chest to use her breasts as a pillow.

Bill snuggled into her chest, closing his eyes as he let out a contented sigh. He relaxed feeling her arms around him and snuggled into her, getting comfortable and feeling safe in her arms. “Mama… I love you…” He murmured, voice muffled by her chest.

"awwww!" Y/n cooed, kissing his forehead, "Mama loves you too, Bill baby"

He snuggled more into her chest at the kiss. He pressed himself closer against her as possible, feeling small and content. He let out a quiet hum as he felt her fingers still in his hair, and let his eyes flutter shut. His hands gripped her waist a bit tighter and he sighed. “Love you so much…” he murmured again, feeling sleepy and exhausted and still a bit fuzzy.

Y/n chuckled, enjoying Bill so sleepy and cosy, "humm you wanna go to bed, baby?"

Bill nodded but kept his head buried in her chest. He was completely unwilling to leave her arms. “Don’t wanna move…” he murmured, sounding whiny in his exhaustion.

"You don't have to move, baby, you can stay here with mama and sleep." She cooed, "Hummm… How about this, my little baby can suck on mama's breast to fall asleep?"

Bill moaned softly at her suggestion, feeling himself harden again. But he also felt far too comfortable and content being cradled in her arms. He nodded into her chest. “Yes, please, mama…” he murmured. “Please… Want that…” he grumbled, barely able to make words,

"Go on then." She cooed, pulling her shirt up and her bra down, exposing one of her breasts for him,

Bill eagerly latched his mouth onto one of her nipples, and moaned again. It was comforting and familiar, and he moaned again immediately, closing his eyes as he immediately went limp against her. There was, of course, no milk, but just the act of sucking was so comforting to him, like a pacifier almost. His mouth suckled at her nipple, and he felt himself growing tired already. He wanted nothing more in the moment than to hold on to her like this, her hands running through his hair, his mouth on her breast, feeling completely warm and safe in her arms. He couldn’t even think, just hold on to her and suckle. He could feel himself drifting off, letting out little whines every time her nipple slipped from the suction of his mouth. “Mama…” he murmured.

"Yes baby?" She cooed

“Mmm.. love mama…” he murmured,

"mhm love baby too," she cooed, kissing his forehead,

Bill mewled softly in the back of his throat at her response. He was far too tired and relaxed to give her a proper response, so he just continued to suckle on her nipple, the feeling of her chest rising and falling with her breath lulling him to sleep. All he could focus on in the moment was her. Her hands in his hair, her body against his, her scent, her taste, her presence. It was so comforting, and it wasn’t long before he slowly drifted off to sleep.