It Imagines

·warning: smut
^my gifs aren't loading and I'm getting pissed tbh

•so I notice you all are freaking out over the last Patrick smut but wait till y'all see the next one 💀👀you'll have to read the Bible•

y/n

I hear the front door close but I don't move from my spot. I'm way too tired and I already know it's Bill because the door was locked and he's the only other person with a key.

His heavy foot steps echo throughout the empty hall and I can already imagine his warm body cuddling with mine. For some reason though, I hear a small jingle every time he walks.

"How was production today?" I ask quietly.

"Good" He says in the Pennywise voice.

"Bill, talk normal."

"What you don't want me to come over there and fuck you with this voice?" He says again.

"No... Oh my God, I swear if you're still in your Pennywise makeup or costume, you're not getting it for two weeks. One week cause I said so, and another cause I have my period right after."

"Trust me, doll. I'll be getting IT whenever I want."

"Bet."

"Bet."

He flops on the bed with a loud jingle and I go to run but he grabs me and pulls me into his chest. I feel his big fluffy costume and I kick around because I'm lowkey terrified.

He soflty kisses the back of my neck and I shudder and curl up slightly.

"You don't want me to fuck you with these white gloves?"

"No! Get out of your makeup and then maybe." I yell. He laughs and I scream. "Bill, quit!"

"Okay, okay. I'm done." He let's me go and I roll onto the floor and look at him. He's not in makeup but he is in costume.

"You bitch!" I yell, whipping a pillow at him. He catches it and smirks.

"What? I'm not good enough for you?" He says, using the voice again.

"Quit!" I yell, crawling back on the bed and hiding under the covers.

"Aw... My poor baby. I'm sorry." He cooes, kissing my cheek repeatedly until I giggle.

"Bubba! Quit!"

"bUBba! qUIt!" He mocks me. I kick my leg back and hit his crotch.

"Oh, fucking hell..." He whines, his voice cracking.

I turn around and grab his fluffy collar. "Come here."

I smash my lips on his and he pulls me on top of him so I'm straddling his thigh. He bounces it slightly and I whimper.

"Stop. I can't cum on your costume."

"Why not? I'm gonna be the only one wearing it." He smirks in the kiss.

"Fuck, I guess." He sits up and moves his legs off the bed, keeping me on his lap. I wiggle a little on his crotch when he smacks my butt harshly.

"Don't move." I swallow and nod and he sets me on his thigh. His hands grip my hips and he grinds me back and forth.

"How's this treating you, baby doll?" My lip trembles and I can only nod.

"Good, yeah?" I nod again and suck hickeys all over his neck.

"Mm. You're so good at giving me hickeys, baby girl. Let everybody know who I belong to." He groans. I reach my hand down and palm him softly.

"Move." He tosses me on the bed and gets into his boxers. He hovers over me and kisses me on the lips. He grinds his hips into me and I moan and push down his boxers.

"Wait, baby. I need a condom." He says, going to reach into the drawer.

"I don't even care. I just need you right now."

"Okay, okay." He breathes. He slides into me and I whimper as he gives me a minute to adjust to his size.

"B-B-Bill..." I stutter as he slowly begins to thrust into me.

I scratch and claw at his back as I feel my high nearing from being so built up.

"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum."

"Me too..." He groans, his fingers dig into my thighs and he holds them around his waist. His thrusts become sloppy and quick and I feel him cum inside me, my own orgasm following right after.

He rolls beside me and I set my hand on my stomach. "We're probably gonna regret that later."

He turns and looks at me, his green eyes bright and beautiful. "I never regret anything with you."

"Come here." I smile, pulling his head onto my naked chest. He giggles quietly and wraps his arm around me, sliding in between my legs and resting on me.

"I love you, baby."

"I love you too."