Seven Minutes in Heaven (IT 2017)

Bill Denbrough x Reader

...the Coke bottle slowed down to a stop and pointed at the tall brunette boy that sat to Beverly's right. He was called by most people (more specifically by the local bully, Henry Bower's, and his gang: Victor Criss, Belch Higgins, and Patrick Hockstetter), S-S-Stuttering B-B-B-Billy. Stuttering Bill.

The tall boy looked at you with a shy smile, straightening out and rubbing his neck.

"Cool, Bill!" Richie said. "You get to spend Seven Minutes in Heaven with (y/n)."

"Y-yea," Bill said with a sheepish expression. "C-c-Cool."

The two of you are led to the coat closet just off the hallway.

"Don't waste your time dirty talking in there, Bill," Richie joked with a big goofy grin. "Otherwise your seven minutes will be over."

"S-s-shut up, Richie!" Bill stuttered annoyed.

"Beep..." you were about to say the phrase that annoyed the hell out of Richie, only to be met with a slam the door.

Well, at least it got rid of him. You thought.,

The two of you are cramped in the closet, face to face. You stare at the tall brunette. You were surprised at how dark green eyes Bill's eyes were; they are darting nervously around. His dark bangs are swept over the left side of his face. His lips are thinned as he licked his lips nervously. He looked down at his shoes and started muttering something over and over. You strain your ears to hear...

"He thrusts his fists against th-thu-thu p-p-posts..." he muttered. "Shit!"

"Sorry, what?" you asked, tilting your head.

"N-nothing," Bill replied embarrassed.

"What were you saying, really?"

"J-just a little r-r-r-rhyme to help me w-w-with my st-st-stutter," Bill said.

You noticed that each time Bill got nervous, his stuttering got worse. Poor guy. It must've been hard to talk to people. There were times you had seen him in history class. He hardly talked except in a few short sentences. And even then, he stuttered. Maybe you could help him find some confidence to overcome his stuttering.

"Can you tell me it?" you asked. "The rhyme?"

"I c-can't," he said, feeling more embarrassed.

"Why not?"

"You'll l-l-l-laugh at m-me, (stuttering y/n)."

"No. I won't," you assured. "Go ahead. Say the rhyme."

The tall boy licked his lips, giving you a nod. He began to recite the rhyme, struggling.

"He th-thrusts his fists against the p-p-posts..."

You step up to Bill and give him a quick peck on the cheek. His eyes widened and he turned red from his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

"He thrusts his f-fists against the posts," he spoke the rhyme.

"Well, better," you said. "Can you say the whole line."

"H-he thrusts his fists against th-th..." You kiss him again on the cheek. "He thrusts his fists against the posts...an-and still ins-ins-insists he s-s-sees th-the g-g-ghosts."

"He thrusts his fists against the posts," you recite. "And still insists he sees the ghosts."

You pause with an idea.

"How about each time you get it right without stuttering, you get a kiss."

"O-Ok," he answered.

He recited the poem a few times with some falter. You stood closer to him, his stuttering got worse. You give Bill a light kiss on the lips. You pull away, making the tall boy gasp. He speaks.

"He thrusts his fists ag-against the posts," Bill recited. "And s-still insists he sees the ghosts."

"Good job, Bill," you said.

"T-thanks, (stuttering y/n)," Bill said, rubbing his neck.

"Looks like you...deserve a reward."

Soon you step up to Bill, placing your hands on his forearms. You give him a very soft kiss on the lips. He shrinks a bit when you kiss him. His lips are warm and wet, probably from licking them all day from nervousness. The two of you embrace, pressing into each other. Bill plays with your (hair color and length). You poke your tongue into his lips. He shrinks away a bit with a hitched breath. You part your lips to let Bill taste you. He's a bit shy...yet you poke his tongue to teasingly tell him to come over and play.

Bill begins to relax a bit as you continue to kiss. He wrapped his long arms around you as he got into the kiss.

"TIME'S UP!" Richie called.

Goddammit! You thought as you step out blushing.

The Losers cheer as you and Bill step out of the closet.

"Alrighty, Bill!" Richie said. "Did you get to second base with (y/n)?"

"Well, a minute later and he might have, Richie," you said smirking.

Then you turn to Bill, giving him a coy smile and a wink.

"Keep practicing those oral skills, Bill. You'll get better," you add before going to get a drink.

Bill became a stuttering mess as he turned bright red. Richie's mouth dropped open in shock when he heard this comment.

"Dude, no...fucking...way!" Richie exclaimed.