Tom Kaulitz X Reader - Blog Posts

Tokio hotel with a punk S/O

Pronouns: gender neutral

Warnings:none

Requested: yes

Bill:

Bill loves your style so much

He always asks you questions about your hair clothes etc

When it comes to your hair Bill is so excited to see how you do it

If you enjoy your hair in spikes or Mohawks Bill will ask you to do his hair the same because he admires your hair so much

With fashion a lot of punk clothes and accessories are diy

This being said Bill is all for diy clothes and accessories

You guys will have date nights where you make your own patches and pins

In the end Bill loves who you are and your style because he knows it makes you happy

Tom

Tom is kinda different from Bill

He doesn’t fully grasp the concept of the punk scene

However he does understand a little more after a while

“ so you express your beliefs and messages through your style?”

“ yeah pretty much”

If you are someone that is for protests and helping with different social causes he will support you

He will even go with you to events to make sure you’re safe

He once made you a battle vest with pins and patches he and Bill made you

Georg

Surprisingly Georg is really fascinated by the punk scene

He will jam out to your favorite bands with you

After being around you for so long he started to get pins and patches to eventually make his own battle vest

He’s gone with you to protests before because he believes that your opinion’s need to be heard

He has taken you to many different concerts

Some his favorite bands to listen to with you are the Sex Pistols misfits and even the Ramones

He let you put his hair into spikes one time and showed it off to the band

Gustav

This poor boy is even more clueless than Tom

He tries so hard to understand the punk scene for you

“So you protest for good causes?”

“Yeah we do and it’s also peaceful protesting”

After many explanations he starts to understand a lot better

One time when you had your hair in a Mohawk he kept wanting to touch it so bad

He thought it was the coolest thing ever

You guys will jam out to many of your favorite bands

When him and the band go on tour he will stop into second hand stores to find you some pins and patches

You always appreciate them

Author speaks: hey everyone I hope this was enjoyable. I tried to do as much research as possible so I could make sure things were close to accurate. This idea was inspired by @adissonsss. I chose to go with the punk s/o because I felt like there wasn’t many head canons of punk s/o

Just to let everyone know I am now writing for tokio hotel

tom kaulitz headcannons

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sfw

Loves being big spoon

Will spoil u no matter what

Loves hanging out with you all the time

GIANT baby, like whenever he’s sick all he does is whine and want you to hold him

whenever he’s overstimulated by too much going on he starts holding your hand and tracing the outline of your hand

he’s so smitten with you. he’d literally do anything to make you happy

whenever yall are in public he’s all over you, hand on your waist or in his hand

when your sad all he will do is hold you and make you feel seen and heard

hes a fucking weirdo

like after he showers he’ll just stand in there in the mirror 🚁🚁🚁🚁🚁

will in fact stick his leg out and try to trip you randomly

overall just a big golden retriever baby

nsfw bc

dirty dirty boy

like i’ve stated before he loves eating you out

he will sit there, your legs over his shoulders for hours & hours with no complaints

he loves when you mark him, scratch him, anything

and he loveeeees marking you

hickeys, bite marks, handprints, you name it.

he loves fucking you till the point you are on the verge of passing out

he’s lwk kevin gates

MUSIC DURING SEX. HOLLYYYYY BRO

he loves having some type of music in the background

like i lowkey feel like he’d play something by the weeknd

backshots while your laying on your stomach

he makes sure he can hear your moans

theres times where he’ll have some lovey dovey nickname like “pretty girl,” or “baby”

but there’s also times where there’s “stupid slut,” or “whore”

but not all the time. he’s very caring during sex

will force you to ride him till you actually can’t anymore

he loves grabbing your waist or neck while yall are fucking

he has a choking kink 100%

he’s literally a slut for you

will do anything you sw and respond with yes ma’am. esp while he’s getting pussy and he’s a whining mess

again, vocal as hell

does not care who hears him as long as long they know it’s you

he js a freak

will tie you up. like i’ve never seen anyone mention this like ik he loves to tie his girl up

okay bye guys ik this is doodie i made it at 6:33 am but anyways ily boomshakalaka

MY INTRODUCTION DELETED

MY FUCKING TILTOK AND CAPCUT IS GONEE😔💔🖤🔫🥀😕☹️

Happy new years stinky butts🌚🌝😛

do you have a wattpad? if u don’t u should totally make one!! ur writing is the absolute best!

I doo!! I’ve just been in a really bad slump lately. thank you love, I might give it out soon!!

GUYS ITS MY BIRTHDAYYYY😛😛😛

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Tom kaulitz hcs

fluff

will spend so much on you, he don’t care he wants his girl happy

will randomly kiss you on your cheek/forehead

hugss!! he loves hugs, will tackle you for a hug

when he’s sick he will beg you to hold him, clingy ahh

will hide your clothes just so you could wear his but laughs when they go down to your ankles

big ass teddy bear

literally so comfortable, sit on his lap and lay your head on his shoulder your going to sleep

lays on your boobs and will bite

snuggler

sleeps shirtless so when you roll over your hit with his chest smut

such a high libido

loves teasing you, biting, licking, you name it

his favorite positions are def missionary and reverse cowgirl

an ass man HE LOVES ASS

he ain’t afraid to express how he feels

loud ahh moans

ride him he will melt immediately, whimpering and begging you

loves when you pull his hair

when he gives you back shots best believe your gonna have red marks on your ass

pussy gobbler 69 at this point, will sit between your legs for HOURS.

after care KING.

hey sigmas I’ve been trying to work really hard on the projects im supposed to be putting out, but unfortunately my family was impacted by hurricane Helene. I’m trying my hardest to put stuff out for you guys but I can’t, my grandparents house was flooded and two gigantic trees fell on top of the house, my aunts house is flooded and has a tree on top as well, I was serverly lucky to survive and im focusing on my family at the moment, I’m sorry I haven’t been posting much but you guys please understand that im not in a state to do so. I’m really sorry, and trying. I might post later on tonight but it won’t be long or a big post, I’m really sorry.

omg so imagine like just laying in bed with 2014-2019 Tom, but your laying between his legs as his big hands play with your pretty breasts,

making you moan and whimper when he finally pulls off your pretty panties and starts to play with your puffy and needy clit. All while he’s just planting little kisses in your ear and whispering how much of a good girl you are.

overstimulating you so much that you squirt all over his big, rough calloused fingers, and he still didn’t stop. switching positions so that he’s getting every little taste of your pretty overstimulated pussy.

😁

@t0msvi4gra

hey sigmas you guys really need to send reqs!!!! please n thank uuu😇😇

POOKKIES SEND ME REQUESTS PLEASE 🙏

y’all I’m so sorry my old phone broke and I haven’t been able to work on the series I’m so so sorry

Yo I'm lowkey rlly getting annoyed by all of the drama in the Tokio hotel Fandom. Especially when people that have no part in the drama get pulled in. It's Fucking tiring. And people don't like it. So on behalf of EVERYONE in the TH Fandom. Stop the fucking drama. Because nobody likes drama n getting pulled in. Please stop.

Lil sum while I work on the series

LOOOKIEEW AWWWEEW1

Yall if I do part 2 of our baby do you guys want it to become a series??,

@tomkaulitzloverr

Our baby

I stared wide-eyed at the test as tears brimmed in my eyes 'Positive'.

thousand thoughts running through my  mind. How will tom react? We're only 17. I held the test close to my chest as quiet sobs left my mouth as I fell to the ground.

I walked out of the bathroom, shoving the test into my pocket knowing tom would be home soon, not knowing how to tell him. Instead going downstairs and turning on the TV, but not focusing on what was playing, my mind in a different place.

Not noticing Tom walking in, I stayed zoned out. "Baby?" He said softly knocking me out of my trance. "Hi tom" I said silently, knowing if I talked too much I would start crying.

"What's wrong leibe?" He said walking over to me. I stood up "please don't be mad" I said softly, he nodded as I hand him the test. The bright smile fading from his face as he saw it.

"I-I" was all he managed to spit out before I started bawling my eyes out."I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" I said before he pulled me into his chest hugging me tightly. "Sorry for what Schatz?" He mumbled into my head as I pulled away.

"Your not mad?" I said softly as he smiled and cupped my face softly. "What? No of course not leibe, I've always wanted this, I was just to afraid to ask" He said as tears brimmed his eyes and I smiled.

He picked me up spinning me around as he kissed me sweetly before putting me down. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck as he pressed his forehead against mine.

love you" he said softly kissing me.

"I love you too tom" I said kissing him back

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LMAO WHAT IS THIS

( I spent so much time on this;(

Yall ima start writing send reqs!

why does nb talk about this😭 js imagine getting high w them

( I need a imagines about being high w Tom n being his girlfriend)

can you do like a tom x reader fic where theyre arguing and reader drops the line "pull up your goddamn pants you loser!" from that one sound LMAOO EVERYTIME I HEAR THAT SOUND I THINK OF TOM😭😭😭

(Hello! I love this idea sm and I couldn't help it s here ya go! Enjoy!)

Pull Up Your Pants

"Fuck you!"

"Oh, Fuck me?! Fuck you!"

"Woah!" Bill opened the door, freezing in the door frame with his hands in the air as he walked into what resembled a war zone.

"What's going on…?" Gustav asked, looking around the room to see thrown chairs, you and Tom screaming at each other and clothes thrown around.

"He's a fucking problem! A horn ass dog!" You yelled as an answer, not even looking at Gustav before you threw a shoe at Tom.

"I'm a horn ass dog?!" Tom yelled back, eyes wide in defense as he deflected the shoe, cursing as it hit his finger.

"Yeah! Eye-fucker!" You yelled back, almost laughing when you finally hit your target as Bill, Gustav and Georg walked through the door finally and stepped over thrown articles.

"At least I haven't fallen like an ass on stage!" Tom bickered back, getting a middle finger and throwing another back.

You and Tom didn't even remember how this started, you commented on his flirting with fans and it all spiraled.

Now, like the children you are, you refused to stop.

"What does that have to do with anything?" You yelled back, scoffing at Tom as he turned heel and went towards the door, still looking at you.

"I don't know!"

"Where are you even going?" Bill asked as Tom stormed past him.

"That I also don't know!"

"Don't come crying to me when your 'big dreams' fall apart!" You yelled at his retreating back, it was his usual habit to storm out then storm back into your hotel room.

"Don't fucking hold your breathe!" Tom spit over his shoulder at you, grabbing the door handle and swinging open the door.

It looked oddly weird with how Tom almost ran with his oversized pants, almost weighing him down as you took your chance before he left.

"Pull up your goddamn pants, you loser!" You yelled, completely stopping Tom in his tracks as he slowly turned to you, more offended than ever.

Tom then decided to pull up his pants by both hands, practically jumping, looking like he almost gave himself a wedgie as Gustav had to look away not to laugh and make the argument worse.

"At least I have a fatter ass than you, hoe!" Tom yelled his final insult, and even if it hurt to admit, he did.

The hoe comment was normal, as you guys were best friends before dating so comments were normal, but the ass comment got a beer can thrown at him from the table.

The beer can hit the wall, busting open just as he slammed the door closed with a loud thud, almost shaking the walls.

You all stared at the door for a moment, Gustav, Georg and Bill sharing looks as you plunked yourself onto the couch, breathing heavily.

"Wow…" Bill trailed off, getting a glare from you as he held his arm, slighting and bobbing his head.

"He really does have a fat ass." Georg let out his final thought into the room, getting a look from Bill as Gustav couldn't help but let out his laugh finally.

"Really?" You scoffed, Georg shrugged as you flipped him off.

"The pants hide it." Gustav finally agreed, Georg shot him a look, getting another one back by the Schäfer boy before they slowly turned to you.

All eyes then slowly turned to Bill, who started to collect the chairs and threw around articles.

He finally noticed the silence, turning around to see Gustav and Georg staring at him from where he could see.

Bill looked at them confused for a moment, looking down to see where their eyes were before it clicked.

"Are you guys- are you looking at my ass?!" Bill exclaimed, giving the two looks as they quickly turned away, rubbing their necks or whistling and looking at anything other than Bill.

"Oh my god?!" Bill continued on, giving the two weird looks before he turned to see you leaning back on the couch, a weird look on your face mimicking Georg's an Gustavs.

"(Name)!" Bill yelled, watching as you jumped and turned back right on the couch.

"Why?! What's is- what is wrong with you, assholes?!" Bill yelled, watching you and the two other boys exchange looks.

"I mean…you are identical twins…"

"...I hate you all.

I THOUGHT IT COULDN'T GET ANY BETTER, BUT THIS IS CLEAR PROOF OF THE OPPOSITE.. DID I REALLY LOSE MY WAY, ONLY TO ACCIDENTALLY FIND THE WAY TO HEAVEN? FINE, I'LL EAT BILL, IF NO ONE OBJECTS

Hii ! Could you make Bill x Female reader, I don’t know how to word this properly but it would start with Bill and the reader just hanging in his room cuddling or wtv and it turns into a make-out session which then leads to gentle sex ? AND could you also add like size kink to this sorry if that’s a lot , thank you !! 🤍

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★ Bill 2009.

★ Female reader.

★ Sub!Reader, Dom!Bill.

Summary: < You and Bill are spending the afternoon at his apartment; you two are watching a movie till he decides he should pay some attention to you instead. >

—Tenderly yours.

You were sitting in Bill's room, right on his large bed. You came over that afternoon to spend the night at his place, since you two couldn't see each other all the time.—You were waiting for him to come back with some snacks as he promised; your hands holding yourself up as they laid across the soft dark sheets, your gaze averting from the tv in front of you towards the door as soon as he appeared back inside with a few small bags of candy in his hands, you immediately smiled at the sight.

'Missed me?' He talked playfully, raising both eyebrows as he set it down on the mattress, not before giving you a chaste kiss on the lips. 'Oh you don't know how much.' You retorted dramatically, bringing a hand up to your chest with a wide grin on your face.

━╋

Bill immediately rolled his eyes, and you picked up some of the candy he brought; he knew your exact taste, and that just made it even more sweet. 'Hmm sour worms.' You let out happily, popping one of them into your mouth and closing your eyes tight for an instant, savoring the taste immediately. 'But don't keep 'em all to yourself.' He hummed, and as soon as he spoke up, you turned your head at him and placed one of them into his mouth, motioning for him to open up for you.

Bill gave you a wide smile at the same time he chewed on his candy, his eyes squinting, which made you wrap an arm around his torso, pressing yourself up onto him. He was so cute when he wanted to be. 'Alright, what was this movie even about?' He suddenly muttered, his eyes looking back at the tv in front of them as if he wasn't even pay attention all this time.—you just shook your head in disbelief, flicking him on the arm before scooting closer, sitting up right next to each other, as close as you two could; one of your legs above his much bigger ones, your arm wrapped around his, and head falling on his shoulder. 'Pay attention.. then you'll know.' You whispered eventually, bringing another piece of candy to your mouth while he only huffed at your words.

━╋

For a while, he just sat still and watched the movie with you, which he didn't care in the slightest about. But soon, his hand that laid around your shoulders started to softly drag its fingertips around, watching you instead for a moment. Of course, you noticed.. you knew he was up to something, so you just decided to give in and look back up at him, giving him a curious look.

But there was nothing curious about the way he leaned in to kiss you, just like that. You let him do so anyways, your hand going to cup the side of his face, holding onto him so dearly.. you've missed him so much—and it was clear he had too, so you knew this would come at some point of the night, not like you'd complain.

Bill put just slight intensity into the kiss, just barely, wanting to savor your moment together. He wasn't known for being exactly rough, since the first time, he's always been really gentle with you, something you've always loved about him. He never rushed you, or pushed you too far.. he was just perfect.—The perfect one for you.

━╋

His delicate touch moved down to your chin, holding onto you just so you'd tilt your head up some more, giving himself a better access to your already plump lips. Then, from one moment to another, in a slow and deliberate motion; He pushed you down, hovering over you completely, his eyes opening to roam around and take a look at your petite complexion under his body.

'Hello there.' He said, putting up a smug expression, which you always thought was stupid; your eyes also opening to give him a smile, arms wrapping around his neck as soon as you got the opportunity, reaching up to nuzzle your nose agaisnt his in a tender way. 'Hm, hi dummy.' You said in return, chuckling at the way his hands were already making themselves a part of you, running them up and down your torso, sneaking under your shirt even, his thumbs soothing the skin in circular motions as his lips pressed on your face a few times—down to your jawline, your neck..

━╋

Your hands played with the hairs on the back of his neck at the same time, which made him shiver to say the least, your touch light as a feather as always; your lips parting once more, but this time to leave a few heavy breaths. He always knew how to make you feel completely cherished—the world outside seemed to fade, leaving only the two of you.

You felt how he slid off your shirt, and you helped him by lifting up your arms for him. He couldn't help but smile at the sight before him, your skin radiant, glowing softly in the light of the only thing on in the room. 'If only I had you like this whenever I wanted..' He told you in a quiet, reverent tone. But the only thing you could do was to respond with another kiss, this time, letting him enter his tongue in your honeyed mouth—you also tried to work to get his top off, clutching agaisnt the fabric as he pushed himself closer against you for a moment, making you want more.

Once he finally let you take off the piece of clothing, your hands instantly went to gently sway along his chest, up and down, your touch a soft melody for him. 'I could kiss you for hours, never get tired of you.' He cooed right on your ear, before his hands glided gracefully towards your hips, making them buck upwards for him to pull down the thin pajama pants you decided to wear earlier for comfort. At his words, of course you had to look away—he always got to make your face flush up after any interaction, as small as it was. And you secretly loved it.

Once you were laying there, on your panties, he grabbed ahold of you effortlessly, melting into a hug as a hand caressed the side of your leg. 'How small, hm? you fit so perfectly in my arms.. exactly where you're supposed to be.' Bill said lowly—The way his voice reached you, so tender and calm, made you feel so safe.

━╋

You closed your eyes once you felt his hips shoving together into yours, having to bite back a moan; your hands betraying yourself, shakily moving them down towards his waist, pulling at the waistband of his sweats, letting him know that's what you wanted, along a nod of your head.

Your hearts beat in harmony for a moment, his eyes searching for yours again for any sort of confirmation again, but you just pressed yourself on his erection once more, making him sigh. 'I want it.' You said, just so there wouldn't be any more questioning, and as soon as those words slip out of your mouth, he also gave you a nod—getting off you for a moment before he actually ended up in his briefs in front of you.

He looked so sweet even like that, you smiled. Your fingers reaching for him again to keep him on top of you once more, just so this time you'd feel his clothed dick riding up and down your heat. Your eyes fluttered shut, he always took his time to make sure you were all ready for him, even though you didn't need it half of the time.. The desire within you two was incredible at this point, it could be felt all over the room and you bet anyone walking around outside that night did too.

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He was growing crazier each time by the way you felt against him, even if it was some simple friction, he felt like it drove him right to the edge. He moved a hand down to the elastic of your panties, toying with it till he just decided to pull them off carefully, setting them away.. you opened your legs for him some more, so shamelessly, showing him exactly what he was about to dive into. 'Oh god..' He breathed, his mind all fuzzy already as he reached for you; rubbing his fingertips all over your slit, lubricating them with your already wet folds.

You also managed to reach down onto him, sneaking your hand under his underwear to grab ahold of his cock, not making much effort to pull it out, bouncing up towards his low abdomen.—You licked your lips, starting to move from his shaft to the tip, squeezing at it gently, just to get a drop of his precum, watching intently with an open mouth.. the same expression that he had on his face, amazed by the way your hand worked to make him feel good as he slid a finger inside of you, that's when you couldn't help but moan out, your head sinking down onto the pillows. 'Yeah? like this, baby?' He asked you, just to get your approval, to know if you needed any more preparation. Your grip just got tighter around him, humming in anticipation. 'Yes, yes.. make love to me.' You purred to him, lifting your head up just so you could search for his mouth again, iterwining in another kiss—your answer being enough for him to readjust himself better in between your legs, placing one of them around his waist as he pushed himself into your tight entrance, your foreheads pressing together along a loud sound coming from you two, making it hard to keep going with the kiss.

━╋

'You feel so good.. so soft.' Bill whispered to you, as his inches dragged along into your tender walls slowly, taking his time, feeling you so close to him. Your hands laid across his back, your nails gently tracing and leaving a trail of warmth on his skin, which seemed to shiver beneath your touch. He moved one of his hands to your face, wanting to look at it while he pounded into you, wanting to admire the way your face lit up as he made you feel so good as well—his fingers brushing through your hair for a moment, each touch feeling like a promise; The promise of his heart never falling out of love for you.

━╋

You were completely breathless at this point, the frenetic moves of his interlocked with yours, your hips moving in circles as he set a pace on you, fucking you slowly but with each thrust, he just went deeper, and harder; just how you liked. Bill was already dissolving into pleasure by the way you moved under him—trying to clench around him as much as you could.

'You're doing so beautifully.' He praised, almost in a stutter, quietly—which made you throw your head back. The sound of his voice, almost whiny when he was at the edge had you in a trance, wanting to feel him even more, much more.

'I think I'm gonna—' You tried to speak, but he was already attaching his thumb to your clit, applying some pressure to his kneading just to make it more intense for you, much more.

Bill pound his hips into yours, losing the rhythm of before as his own climax approached, giving you an encouraging smirk. 'Don't worry baby, let go.. I've got you.' He whispered, which lead to a much louder sound coming from his lips, when he shoot his massive load into you, your legs immediately going up to your chest—your eyes rolling back at the immense dissolve of pleasure, leaving trails of fire under your chest.

━╋

And you smiled lazily, feeling the gentleness of his presence soon beside you on the bed again, the warmth coming from his body like a quiet embrace, your connection between the both was smooth,—His hands were now more steady, reaching to have you close to his chest, his body enveloping yours along a kiss on the forehead. 'I adore you.' He told you, before you two set off in a deep sleep shortly after.

HOLY FUCK. I CANNOT DESCRIBE THE ENTIRE SPECTRUM OF EMOTIONS I EXPERIENCED WHILE READING THIS, BUT EVERYTHING IS SO BLURRY IN MY EYES NOW, AS IF I'M DREAMING IT ALL, AND MY HEART IS POUNDING SO HARD THAT IT WOULD JUST BREAK MY RIBS AND BREAK OUT. I KNOW FOR SURE THAT I WILL GIVE MY JUMPING HEART TO THE AUTHOR OF THIS INDESCRIBABLE AND ENJOYABLE MASTERPIECE. OH MY GOD WHY CAN'T BILL JUST SMOTHER ME WITH A PILLOW AND THEN I'D BE THE MOST OBEDIENT GIRL EVER. IT JUST MADE MY PANTIES AND THE REST OF MY CLOTHES FLY OFF. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GIVE US MORE MASTERPIECES PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GIVE US MORE MASTERPIECES PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GIVE US MORE MASTERPIECES. I DIED

i have an idea for ur next fic, could u do a billxfem reader smut where her parents are soooo strict and protective but they FINALLY let bill stay the night but the down side is she has to keep her door open and stuff and her parents room is unfortunately right across from hers, they also have their door cracked open and everything bc they want to make sure they're not doing anything but bill wants to get freaky, she’s obviously scared to get caught

i just think the idea of him having to keep the reader quiet would be so hot 🫣

༺ Tw: NSFW

★ Bill 2008.

★ Female reader

★ Sub!Reader, Dom!Bill

Summary: < You have strict parents, they don't like the fact that you've got a boyfriend now but you'd do anything for them to let him spend the night. You end up convincing them, but as the night comes, the passion takes over. >

—Quiet desire.

You've always been a good girl, never giving your parents any problems since you've always been under their watchful eyes all your life—but since you turned eighteen, their grip seemed to tighten rather than loosen.

They were also starting to understand that you were a teenager after all and that you had other things on your mind now, other things you entertained yourself with, you weren't a little girl anymore. So when you walked in one day and told them that you had a boyfriend, their mouths fell open. They tried to pull you away from those thoughts, to tell you that you were "too young" to have a boyfriend.

But you didn't listen and even tried to get him to meet your parents a few times—which didn't go exactly as planned because in your parents' eyes he was 'different,' a 'bad influence' that was going to lead their precious daughter to the worst path possible. Even so, you never gave up, you put your mind onto letting them know they had nothing to fear. It's not like he was the antichrist after all; he was just a guy that liked to express himself through his appearance, even if it was a bit too eccentric at times... But the idea was that they'd put their trust in her, for once in her life.

So one night, after pleading to your parents for weeks, you manage to convince them to let him spend the night, your first night together. Of course, it had to be at home; there was no way in hell they would let you be unsupervised at his place—because, yeah, he already lived on his own. So after a long conversation with them, they finally decided to let him stay under one condition, one simple rule: no closed doors. Of course, you completely agreed, you thought that was better than nothing after all, right?

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Once he arrived at your home that afternoon, it couldn't be worse. Your parents followed you two around basically all the time, sitting in between you two on the couch, eating dinner with uncomfortable expressions on your faces due to the invasive questions your parents threw over at your boyfriend again and again—and even making sure you weren't sneaking away from them for too long... They were definitely embarrassing you, and oh, you were mad.

But once your parents finally got into their room at the end of the night, of course, leaving their door slightly open—just to make sure you two weren't doing anything you'd regret later…

You made your way into your bedroom while holding onto Bill's fingers in yours, a sigh escaping your lips as you thought of closing the door, but you knew you couldn't, reminding yourself of that stupid rule. 'What's wrong, baby? You're quiet today.' Bill uttered to you, while he went to sit down by your bed, looking up at you with both eyebrows raised, studying you—he already figured out why you were acting this way; all he wanted was to see you well, though; it was your first night sleeping together, after all, a big deal. He had put into his head he had to make it special for you somehow.

You looked down for a moment, also making your way towards your small bed to sit right by his side. It had been killing you all night that you couldn't be so close to him. 'I just wish we could be alone, ugh.' You told him with a half pout of your lip you didn't even seem to recall you had it on. On the other hand, Bill let out a chuckle at your simple response, shaking his head like he knew it was impossible. 'Oh, I know, you think I don't want to devour you right now?' He purred suddenly, closer up to you. He was just being playful, but it wasn't funny at all to you— At his words, your ears perked up, but so did your knowledge that the door was still open, so you nudged him on the side with your elbow, eyebrows furrowing. 'Don't even do that again… my parents could hear you; you're crazy.' You spat out, crossing your arms up to your chest.

But this time, he seemed a bit more serious about it—his fingers, impatient, running up and down your forearm with insistence. Then, he spoke again, but this time a bit more quietly, just so he wouldn't have to hear you scold him for a second time. 'Yeah, I'm definitely crazy… to touch you. It's been so long.' He pointed out, with that sweet look on his face whenever he wanted something, whenever he wanted to get you to say yes to him. But you shook your head again, constantly shifting your body so you could look out the door. That nervous feeling at the pit of your stomach you've had all day… it was becoming worse. 'No, Bill.. stop it—' But before you could keep talking, he was already all over you, spreading kisses down your jaw, onto the skin of your neck, exactly where he knew you liked. 'What If they see… no, we can't, we can't…' But your breath was already ragged, and of course, your resolve was weakening against the hot breeze coming from his mouth every time he placed another peck, and another, and another... You wanted to shake your head and tell him no, tell him that they couldn't be doing this, not there—where your parents might watch at any time now. But everything that came out of your mouth were incoherent babbles, your head falling back onto his shoulder as he worked his mouth down, further onto your collarbone.

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And that's when he pushed you down, seeing you weren't putting up any resistance anymore. It's not like you could anyways; he was always so convincing. It was almost crazy how you'd just give yourself up to him without even questioning yourself. When Bill had you right where he wanted, he hovered over you, kissing your lips delicately as he kept you pressed against the small bed, his feet almost hanging off it—his hands working to sneak under your loose shirt with ease. 'Are you going to let me have you, hm?' He asked you with a hint of desire in his eyes, a desire he quite couldn't get over till he had you right then and there. He didn't give a fuck about your parents or the opinion they had about him—but he did care about you and the fact that he'd been longing to touch you for weeks, to have you under him again. Nothing else mattered.

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You nodded your head with an eager expression on your face, which you swore looked pathetic, but that didn't stop you from wrapping your arms around him, having him all for you for that one night. Bill just watched you as he started to move down onto you, making sure to actually not fall down off your bed as he did so. He looked more like a giant lying there—his teeth gently nipping at your t-shirt as he kissed you on your covered belly, pushing the fabric up with his large hands, your hips bucking up for a moment, your eyes searching for his, your lips parting to let out a tiny gasp at your uncovered stomach, and the way his lips brushed against it. You squirmed at his hands grabbing the waistband of your pants, not knowing surely what was coming next, but you let him continue. Even though a few thoughts in your head that popped out occasionally told you that you were being completely reckless and bad for even thinking of having a good time with your parents in the next room, you just couldn't help it. At this point, it wasn't a want but a need.

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Bill pushed down your clothes without hesitation; you tried to cover yourself with your hands, your gaze averting once more towards the door almost anxiously, biting down on your lip—but one second to another, you felt something hot, wet, dampening your panties, which made you moan immediately, completely forgetting about everything else again. Bill's tongue teased you once more, flattening against the fabric covering your pussy before he moved up a hand towards your face, holding onto you. 'If you keep making noise… you're the one who's going to get us caught.' He murmured against her, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he pushed your panties to the side, taking a good look at you, wetting his lips with his tongue before he spoke up one last time. 'Can you stay quiet for me?' He whispered, trying to look into your eyes to see any kind of impediment from you—but all he got was a quiet nod.

After that, he immediately dove in, sinking his tongue onto your delicate folds, licking straight from the entrance to your clitoris, making you shiver at the contact of his piercing against such a sensitive spot. You tried so hard to be quiet, so hard to comply and stick to what you said you'd do, but it was tough when he was licking you so deliciously, flicking his tongue perfectly.

You threatened to let out another moan, but his hand quickly went up towards your mouth, shutting you up by covering it with his large hand, at which you could only let out muffled sounds, ones that were making him feel even more desperate for you, his own dick jumping in his boxers with excitement at the way your fluids spread in a thin layer on his chin. Bill moved back up, leaving you wanting more… but he had another plan for both of you now. 'Do you think you'd be as quiet if I fucked you right now?' Bill purred against your ear, making you tremble in pure lust at his words—as he tucked a few hairs away from your face.

He looked calmly into your eyes, but your knees were buckling, and you knew that look was just a facade for what he really had in mind to do to you, for what he really was hiding behind them: an animalistic desire for you. 'I don't know if I can do it—' You muttered quietly in return, if it was already hard for you to stay quiet, you couldn't imagine what it would take for you to do so when he decided to pound into you… You were still horrified that your parents found out, and he could see that in your eyes.

He moved down to kiss you on the lips again in a soothing motion, making you taste yourself along with a sigh—as his hands untied his belt right at the same time, pulling it off. 'Yes, you can.' He finally answered you, in a quiet exhale, nuzzling his nose on the side of your face before he pushed down his jeans, just enough to pull out his cock from those boxers. He had to be careful in case your parents decided to get out of their room and saw you two in action, he'd be quick enough at looking decent again, he thought.

He got on his knees, right in between your legs, and with a quick move, he turned you around on the bed, grabbing your hips so he'd readjust you right where he wanted you to be. 'Ready?' He cooed, with a raised eyebrow. And even before you could answer, he was already forcing himself inside of your hole—he had to hold in a groan, his head throwing back automatically. The thrill of thinking you two could get caught at any time was only fueling the need to fuck you all night, to make it even more risky. 'Oh my—fuck...' You cried out as quietly as you could, your head hanging low as your back arched, again trying with your whole being not to moan and get yourself in big trouble.

Your legs shook, but that didn't mean he'd stop himself. Bill started to set a pace to his thrusting, his fingers digging deeply into your hips as he closed his eyes. He was also doing his absolute best to not ramble over and over again about how good it felt, as he'd usually do when you two were together. He gave you an encouraging stroke on your back, suddenly laying a hand over it to press you down some more, to have you completely at his mercy. You held onto the pillow with both hands as he slammed his thickness into you repeatedly, without any second thoughts. All that could be heard were the slight sounds of the wood creaking under you and his balls hitting your clit with each movement he made. — His hand kept you in place till his slightly curved cock hit that one particular spot… That's when you couldn't hold back your whimpers anymore.

But as soon as you did so, his hand went quickly to shut you up again, this time by pushing your head down roughly against your pillow, leaning down just a bit to murmur a simple. 'Shut up.'

Of course, you couldn't do anything else but obey; he was forcing you down onto the pillow, barely letting you space to breathe. How would you even moan now? Even so, his length was filling you up so good you couldn't even think about anything else anyways. — It's not like you wanted. 'That's it, baby, taking it so good… just how you like it.' He praised, knowing he wouldn't last much longer if he kept seeing you trying so hard to move under his grip, struggling to breathe. You tried to speak up, to make a sound, anything… but he was handling you so roughly, you didn't even know where he got that strength from.

Even so, you were so close now to your release, and he knew it, because he could feel your legs shake under him, aching to let your orgasm take over. His loose hand went to splay itself onto your ass, squeezing and kneading tight onto it, eyeing your cunt one last time and the way he pushed himself in and out of you before he felt your walls clenching tight around him. That's when he pulled out and came all over your back, almost spilling over your shirt that was hanging down closely to it.

Both of you were breathing uncontrollably, his hands roaming all over your weak body before he closed his fingers around a few of your hairs, lifting your head back up so you'd sit up on your knees, your back against his chest. 'Do you think I can make you cum again before your parents notice?'

A/N: Thank y'all for voting! I'll still do the other two requests, so don't worry.

I'm very sad at the thought of going to hell for reading this, but while I was passionate about reading, I was in heaven, so everything is deserved

༺ Tw: NSFW

★ Bill 2011.

★ Female reader.

★ Sub!Reader, Dom!Bill.

★ Teasing, orgasm denial.

| Under request.

Summary: < Bill has been on tour for months, you miss him so much one night you can't take it anymore and you begin to pleasure yourself; But he comes back right at that moment and decides he needs to show you that you can't do it without his help. >

—Lost in you.

It's been a long day, you're laying on the big bed of your shared apartment with your boyfriend after having taken a shower moments before. Your naked body agaisnt the cold sheets, your hands splaying over the soft them.. Suddenly, Bill came to your mind.

<What could he be doing right now?> You thought to yourself. You knew he was coming back home from tour soon, but you didn't know how soon was that exactly. The only thing you knew was that you missed him so bad, and opening his chat to see the pictures he sent you in between concerts or reminiscing your last time together wasn't helping at all.

You felt needy, totally tormented; you had to have him soon in your arms in order to feel complete again.. your hand started to wander down your chest, your nails raking at the soft skin of your tits, immediately dazed by the way you remembered him touching you. Your eyes closed immediately, your hand reaching between your legs without hesitation. There, your middle finger glided along your slit shamelessly, feeling the wetness of yourself, spreading it all over your cunt before you started working yourself up, immediately sparking in pleasure. You couldn't believe you were doing this after so long, you usually wouldn't need to pleasure yourself because there he was to soothe your fire everytime.. but this time it was different.

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Before you started to feel completely breathless, you suddenly heard the door creaking open.. and there he was, staring down at you with an expression that made you tense up immediately. So you quickly let yourself go, sitting up on the bed as if he's never seen your naked body before. 'W-What are you doing here? I thought you were still on tour..' You managed to let out after putting yourself together, blinking your eyes rapidly as your legs pressed agaisnt each other, trying to deny the undeniable. 'Still on tour? no.' He spoke up after what seemed minutes, shaking his head slowly. You cleared your throat and started to shift on the bed to stand back up and give him a proper welcome, but he had another plan. He was already pushing you back down onto the mattress, letting go of his leather jacket which he'd throw somewhere in the room. 'Now, why don't you better tell me what you were doing.. hm?' Bill whispered to you, letting his breath tickle your ear, while his hand went to cup your cheek. You were so desperate you couldn't help but let out a ragged breath at such possessive words, your hands instinctively going to his shoulders, his body pinning yours down.

'I missed you so much.. I couldn't wait, come on.' You tried to convince him, already knowing what would happen next just by seeing the way he licked his lips in such a lustful way; which made you hold back a moan, you wanted that tongue on yours so bad, anywhere on your body. He let out a breathy laugh at your occurrence, but he didn't seem to give a damn. 'You didn't actually cum, did you?' He asked this time, as if it was the only thing that mattered to him.. Somehow, it didn't work out in his mind that you could make yourself come without his help—so you shook your head repeteadly at his question, opening up your legs for him just to let him see the mess that you were for him, your cunt already dripping by just hearing his voice. 'But you were trying to, huh. That's enough to not let you get through with it now.' You shivered at what he said, whining out when he grabbed you by the hips, readjusting your body so his knee would start pressing agaisnt your core - Goosebumps running all over you as he finally leaned down to take you in a crushing kiss; your tongue swirling and massaging agaisnt his, almost fucking your mouth with it, but you just parted your lips further, giving him full access of yourself.

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His lips paused agaisnt yours for a moment, breathing in each other's air before he started to push his knee further, immediately making you gasp, wanting more, so much more than just some friction agaisnt his leg. 'I'm so swollen already.. ugh, please.' You managed to let out in between hot breaths, your tongue picking his drool on the corners of your mouth as you looked up at him, giving him such a lewd scene to look at. But Bill pushed his knee back, which made you buck your hips—at the same time that he was already getting rid of his clothes, just to tease you more. 'You're gonna get just what you deserve, engelchen. Don't worry.' His dark eyes interlocked with yours, knowing already that it was gonna be a long night.. not that you didn't prefer it; your stomach filling with an unusual excitement and anticipation.

While Bill tossed away his clothes, you took a moment to appreciate just how handsome he was, the way the black eyeshadow decorated his deep brown eyes, his veiny hands moving everywhere.. you've missed his body so much it was almost unbearable to look and not touch him at all; but once you were about to reach to him with both hands, he grabbed your wrists in a sudden move, catching them together above your head just with one of his large hands, fingers tightening when you tried to move. 'There you go, I thought I said I'd give you what you deserve, not what you want.' He emphasized with a smug smile on his lips once he saw you couldn't move under his grip.

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With his loose hand, he reached for his hardness, pulling it out his briefs so he could pump it for a few times, making you look hungrier than you were before, almost whimpering at the sight of it. You needed it so bad, his touch, his cock rearranging your insides.. but all you could do was to watch. Your mouth soon ran dry, your legs wrapping themselves around his waist just to pull him closer—because it was everything you could do right now. 'Please, touch me.. I swear I'll do better, I know you want to, please.' You tried to persuade him once more, digging your fingernails into the own palm of your hands, your hips moving in circles till he finally dragged a hand down to your pussy; his fingers running across your folds so deliciously, barely touching exactly where you most wanted.. your mouth opened up again to let out a sonorous whimper, arching your back, your clit aching to be touched. He kept rubbing from his shaft to the tip slowly the entire time, deviously, feeling hazy because he knew just how much he was making you suffer right now, how desperate you looked, and he loved it.

He let out a cruel chuckle when your eyes started to fill with tears, pleading for something more. 'You can't take it anymore, you need me to fill you up so bad huh.. Am I wrong?' He blurted out, setting himself closer in between your legs, forcing them open as he bent down to make his cock touch your entrance; and just when you thought he was gonna push it inside, catching yourself already nodding eagerly for it—He just started gliding it along your pussy lips, up and down.. feeling how his tip flicked up on your clit everytime he moved his hips forward, and you threw your head back, moaning and letting out incohorent words.

You were so sure you could just come by the friction, but as soon as you were gonna tell him that you were gonna do so, he immediately backed away, 'No, no no.' You sobbed out, legs kicking, and you saw him shaking his head 'no' as he hovered over you once more to start pressing kisses down your neck. 'Please, I was close.. I need you inside of me, I-' You begged over and over again, his hand laying on the side of your face just to soothe you, before he purred; 'You want me that bad, aw baby..' he knew damn well he couldn't take his own teasing any longer, not when he's been months away from you, craving your touch as much as you've craved his all this time.

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So after leaving a few more wet kisses around your neck, taking his time to savor your already salty skin due to the sweat, dipping his tongue into your collarbone—He finally pushed himself into your tender flesh, his cock completely disappearing into you as you tried to hold onto him after the incredible jolt of pleasure you felt right at that same moment.

Your hands gripped at his shoulders tightly, trying to adjust to his size as you arched your back up to meet with his chest, both of you enjoying how you were responding to each other's touch as you two moaned in unison. Bill couldn't hold onto his self control any longer, thrusting deep into you at an almost brutal pace, the headboard smashing agaisnt the wall as loud sounds filled the entire room.

His hands moved frantically across your body, squeezing tight on your hardened peaks occasionally and going to hold on your hips to keep you in place as he fucked you in that same desperate tempo. 'Hm! I'm gonna.. oh god,' You felt yourself losing composure, the heat spreading under your skin as you tried to hold back your moans, but it was almost impossible when he was pounding into you with no impediment.

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Bill could feel you spasming under him, acknowledging you were at your absolute edge, no turning back now—He moved his fingers under your chin, just so you'd look into each other's face when you did so. And after a few more aching thrusts both of you ended up orgasming, his seed pushed deep inside of you as your fingers went to tangle into his hair, your breath hitching at the ecstatic feeling of his dick pulsing inside of you, something you've forgotten while he was gone. 'Fuck.. I never thought I could live without this for so long.' He grunted, and then he swallowed hard—his body going limp agaisnt yours, closing his eyes as your arms wrapped around him, keeping him in place on top of you.

A/N: Might be kind of short, but I'm trying to improve the quality of my writing. :)

Does anyone have the right to torture our poor boy? I'm willing to do anything for him

omg omg please write smut for sub bill i begggg i need more. i have no plot ideas but like mabye smt like hes begging for u to touch him and stuff omdsa IM SO DOWN FOR SUB BILL

mabye like 2007 era orrr smttt idk what eras youll do

-lulu

༺ Tw: NSFW

★ Bill 2007.

★ Female reader.

★ Sub!Bill, Dom!reader.

| Second request, I loved writing this one. I live to think about Bill being a bottom :) I can do any era btw.

—At your mercy.

The lights of the apartment were dimly lit, the only light coming from the bedroom, where you were sitting. Bill walked in after a long day, he had been away from you for what felt years—and he never really gets used to it, he's always whining about it and telling you how much he wishes you could just be with him the whole time. It's like he needed your approval for everything, so it was hard when he didn't have you there with him to guide him. He would occasionally call you for every little thing, wether that was for you to choose which clothes he had to wear or to tell you just how much he misses you.

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The thing is, he'd just do whatever you tell him to do, because he was just like that. For him, you were his anchor, the only one who could ground him when it was needed. He lives for your praise, and dreads your disappointment, Bill would always remain devoted to you, no matter what.

And tonight, it wasn't any different. Once he walked into the room and saw you laying there on the bed, with his favorite black nightgown on—as if you were waiting for him, he felt as if his whole world crumbled and all that existed was you. 'I'm back.' He said, kicking off his shoes to the side, giving you one eager smile.. till you spoke up, shifting around the bed so you could look at him from there. 'You took a little too long, don't you think?' You lightly tapped the bed with your fingers, just to let him know that he could come closer to you. And he didn't even hesitate to sit down next to you, his fingers fidgeting with the silky sheets for a moment, already anticipating what would happen next.

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'Yeah, uh.. no, I came as soon as I could, the rehearsal was longer than we expected.' He tried to excuse himself, fluttering his eyelashes for a moment while his gaze averted down to your legs, taking in the shape of you wearing that one piece.. And then you spoke up, taking his chin between your fingers so he could look into your eyes. 'Oh yeah? I guess you didn't miss me that much then.' You talked, you couldn't help the little smile creeping over your face as soon as you saw his reaction; Bill shook his head frantically, moving himself way closer and placing his head on top of your knees, nuzzling the side of his face agaisnt them, letting you know just how much he had really missed you. 'But I did.. It was hell without you. I swear I'll leave faster next time.' He assured you, his lips pressing gentle kisses on the inside of your knee, spreading them upwards as you looked down at him, moving a hand down to the top of his head, gently stroking a few of his hairs, messing them up.

'Come here.' And as soon as you said those words, he sat back up close to you, his arms still down to his sides, he never touched you unless you allowed him to, he knew better than that. You leaned in to kiss him on the lips, the gloss he was wearing immediately stuck on you as he opened his mouth just to give you good access to it. Your hands moved freely to place themselves agaisnt the hem of his shirt, sneaking her hands under to just lightly touch up the skin on his torso, always so soft. 'Always such a good boy for me, aren't you?' You whispered agaisnt his open mouth, pressing a gentle kiss on his cheek before you heard him gasp, when you started rubbing your thumb against his already hard nipples—'Yes, yes I am. Just for you-' He mumbled in return, his breath already ragged, his desperation growing at your light touches and the way you watched at him with that smug look on your face. 'Hmm, let's see just how much, shall we?' You grinned, and he nodded his head, willing to prove himself all over again, that he was deserving of you, of your touch.

He let his hands grip on the sheets as he leaned back just a bit, holding himself up while he watched your hands slid off his shirt, throwing it away, and immediately going to sit yourself on him, giving him a better view he could ever ask for.. you weren't wearing any kind of underwear so when you sat down, straddling him completely, your pussy brushed against the visible bulge under his tight jeans. 'Oh please.. can I touch you?' He murmured under his breath, his eyebrows furrowing as he watched with a drooling mouth the way your cunt throbbed on him, aching for his touch. You thought about it for a second or two, humming at his pleading words, your hands laying on his chest as you started rocking your hips back and forth, grinding on his erection—your lips immediately parting to let out a moan. 'You wanna touch me baby, hm?' You asked, his head nodding quickly without a second thought, his hand fidgeting with his left nipple for a moment before you caught it in yours, grabbing ahold of two of his fingers to redirect them to his mouth. 'Suck, make 'em wet for me.' After your command, he opened his mouth just as quickly, his tongue out to take his own fingers in, your hand on his wrist pushing and sticking them down with a smirk—making him cough. But he didn't care in the slightest, sucking thoroughly till you let him go, and he reached his hand down to your pussy, licking his own lips to catch the drool on them before he started to dab his wet fingers on your clit, searching for approval with his eyes. 'Like this? am I doing good?' He would ask you everytime he was touching you near your sex, just to hear you say just how good he was, fueling his need to please you.

His touch sent a shiver down your spine, your back arching just enough to give him more acces, your ass rubbing agaisnt his bulge this time around, being more consistent on hearing him moan—his sounds were everything to you. 'Uh mhm, keep going..' You demanded, his fingers moving uncontrollably agaisnt your pussy, searching for your entrance with them, just rubbing along till you suddenly moved your hips up, sitting down straight on his fingers, which made both of you audibly gasp at the same time.

Bill blinked his eyes, biting on his lip at the incredible sight of his drool and some of your juices streaming down your pussy and onto his pants. 'Fuck me with those fingers, c'mon.' And there was nothing else to say, he started moving his fingers inside of you, feeling the way your walls sucked onto them completely, he wanted to feel it so bad on him.. he felt like he couldn't wait any longer, the pleasure already building inside of him just by thinking about it. Meanwhile, your face said it all, his slender fingers hit the spot perfectly as he curled them up, and you kept letting out such lewd sounds, it was making him whimper, his cock pulsing under you. 'Please.. please fuck me, I can't keep going.' He told you, shaking his head no at the simple thought of you not actually sitting on his dick instead.—He needed it so bad.

But you didn't listen, you just kept rolling your hips everytime he moved his fingers in and out of you repeteadly, closing your eyes and grabbing onto the end of your nightgown, also taking it off with a quick move, leaning down to place both hands onto his chest, just so you could whisper closely in his ear. 'Do you think you deserve it, hm? do you think you deserve me letting you cum by fucking my pussy?' Your lips moved down to kiss on his neck, just teasingly dragging your tongue up and down his sensitive skin, his legs already shaking under you.. he whimpered once again right onto your ear, knowing damn well how weak you were for his sounds. 'Please, let me.. I wanna feel you- baby, please. Take them off..' He begged in between whispers, over and over again, his eyes closing as he felt your pussy clenching against his fingers.. he couldn't take it anymore, his precum continuously wetting his boxers.

So you let out a quiet groan, your knees steading yourself up onto the bed just so his fingers would slid out of you, along a soft sound. Then, your hands worked instantly on unbottoning his jeans, his hips also bucking up to help you slid them down along his underwear, his cock immediately bouncing up towards his low abdomen, all hard for you, deliciously looking with precum once again falling off the tip. 'Oh god, how desperate you are for me..' You whispered, your hand going to gently wrap around him, sliding your fingers up and down just gently, spreading his own wetness all over. He was already looking like he was going to cum, with the way he opened his mouth and moaned as you just slightly pumped his dick with your hand. 'Are you sure you can handle me, huh.' You asked, even though you already knew what his answer would be, he was so desperate he didn't care about a single thing—'Yeah.. I promise I- I won't cum yet.' He assured you, already knowing what you meant by your words. His head nodded quickly, his hair falling to his face as he breathed heavily, waiting for your next move.

So as soon as you heard his words, you placed both hands onto his shoulders to steady yourself, and you sat down on him again, this time making his cock push deep inside of you, feeling completely filled by him. Both of you threw your heads backwards, you knew just how much he liked to feel himself inside of you, it always sent him in some kind of trance—you couldn't help but bite you lip at the sight of him trying to compose himself and not cum before you did, because he knew well that he couldn't do so if you didn't give him any sort of permission, and that could lead to you not letting him cum again in days, and even worse, weeks. So he had to hold it in for his own good.

'Feels so good.. so good.' He let out in between loud moans, your skin hitting his everytime you bounced on his dick, leaving him trailing his hands up and down your sides, adoring every inch of skin, every mole, every curve. You set yourself down onto him, instead moving your hips back and forth this time, and he had to hold tight onto you, moving his torso up to meet your upper body, pressing himself agaisnt you. 'I'm gonna cum, please slow down or I'm gonna cum-' He begged once more, looking up at you with half lidded eyes, his black eyeshadow already running down the corner of his eyes. You always managed to make him feel so good, it was like he forgot about everything else, he was useless, completely at your mercy—like everytime you fucked yourself on his dick.

'Aw, you wanna cum so bad.. should I let you?' You started to deliberate, slowly moving yourself back and forth on him, but he looked up at you with those glistening eyes, tears starting to fall from the corner of his eyes all over again, his resolve weakening as he gripped onto your hips, desperate for his release, desperate for you to let him cum. 'Yes! please let me.. I swear I'll be good, I'll be good- oh please.' He mumbled, his eyes rolling back, he couldn't keep it in no more, and as soon as you reached your orgasm first.. your walls clenching this time around his cock, you nodded in approval, digging your nails onto the skin on his chest. 'Cum for me then, c'mon.' You encouraged him, bouncing deeply on him a few times more till he shoot his cum up into you, letting out a needy whimper agaisnt the crook of her neck, where he hid his face.

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He let out a few sniffles, pressing kisses onto your neck weakly, his arms going to wrap around your torso lovingly. 'Thank you, thank you..' Bill whispered, all vulnerable—as you moved up once again to slid yourself off his cock, both of your fluids mixing all together and dripping down to his stomach. 'Such a good boy.' You mumbled against the side of his head, pressing a few kisses onto it, soothing him after your little time together, your fingers running through his hair as both of you fell back down onto the bed, with him on top of you, head on your chest. And he just smiled up at you, looking at you through his lashes like you were everything—your thumb gently wiping away the mess that was his face after you were done with him.

I could bite off my own legs to look up at Bill from floor to ceiling

Hey so idk if you’ve done anything like this already but could you do 2008 era Bill and he has a gf who’s a lot smaller than him (she’s like 5’0) and he has the biggest size kink? Like he loves to dominate her and pin her down, take advantage of how small she is

༺ Tw: NSFW

★ Bill 2008

★ Fem reader

★ Size kink

| First request, hope you like it :)

—Held in his hands.

Bill has always been obsessed with how short you are, for some reason. Since you two started dating he'd always try to tease you and say he could do whatever he pleased with you, since you were so small you wouldn't even be able to fight agaisnt him. Standing at 5'0, people had always been commenting about your height.. but he doesn't just find it cute, he revels in it.

Of course, you'd try to prove him wrong, 'Don't be dramatic, I'm not even that small.' But your resolve weakened everytime you couldn't reach up for something, and he had to help, secretly losing his mind over it. Or even comparing his hands to yours sometimes as well. In the end, it all resulted in him pinning you down every chance he had or scooping you up like a sack of potatoes, as he used to call it. 'You said what?'

In the bedroom, it was worse, that's when you realize just how deep it runs. Soon, his obsession turned into a hunger.

Sunday, 11:34 pm;

Bill pushed you down onto the bed effortlessly, and with the blink of an eye he was already getting rid of your shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room before starting to work on untying your bra with his expert fingers, the sudden change of temperature making you gasp—your tiny hands reaching for his back, grasping onto the fabric that hugged his skin before he spoke up. 'Look at you, little one. Now I got you right where I want you.' He was so hungry for you, he always was, it almost felt like a predator hunting it's prey.

He leaned down to kiss you on your open mouth, his body completely trapping yours agaisnt the mattress but you didn't put up a fight, you knew it was useless.. you just went with the kiss immediately after, letting out a slight moan when his tongue started to interwine agaisnt yours. One of his large hands managed to sneak itself under your pants, your hips bucking up against the cold touch. His fingers quickly finding their way to your crotch, gently running up and down your already wet panties, which of course made him grin. 'So ready to take me, hm?' He let out, even though they both knew that was just one big lie. You would always struggle to take his cock, no matter how much he'd fuck your brains out, you'd just never get used to his size—And god only knows how much that turned him on.

With a bite of his lip, he pushed down the rest of your clothes, immediately leaving you all naked agaisnt the bed, as his hands worked to free himself from his pants, your fingers slid off his shirt at the same time, touching up his slightly worked torso—softly tracing agaisnt the star on his pelvis. 'Someone's eager..'

And he hovered over you again, you loved to feel him all over you, getting lost under his embrace. His fingers teasingly creeped down between your legs, his hand basically covering your whole cunt. You gasped out at the simple touch of his fingertips just grazing agaisnt your clit. 'Please.' You managed to let out, looking up at him with those big eyes he really liked, those you knew he wouldn't be able to deny.

'Yeah? you want my cock, huh baby. Is that it?' He talked softly, he just wanted to look at you asking for it, to hear you; His hand squeezing your small tit with his fingers, toying with your nipple. You just nodded your head quickly, your arms going to wrap around his neck—your fingers tangling themselves into his hair. 'Hm, yeah I want it.. please.' You responded confidently, wrong idea. You bucked up your hips once more to rub yourself agaisnt his clothed dick, just to tease him back.

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He couldn't help but let out a groan, pulsing agaisnt his boxers before he pushed them down to his thighs, not wanting to waste much time. So he grabbed onto his length, redirecting it towards your small entrance and once he started pushing inside; just below the tip, 'Fuck, no, I can't take it-' — That's what he thought. You cried out immediately, shaking your head no but his hand went to lay over your stomach, pressing you down agaisnt the bed so you couldn't possibly move away.

Then, he leaned down to talk softly agaisnt your ear. 'I'll be fast baby, don't cry.' He assured you quietly, closing his eyes as he pressed a few kisses agaisnt your cheek. And then he forced himself inside you, but you only managed to let out a choked out moan, closing your eyes tight at the feeling of his hard rock cock stretching your insides so good. You couldn't even talk by now, a few tears falling down your eyes but his fingers caught them gently, then he closed them agaisnt your jaw, your small face almost disappearing on his grip. 'You wanted this, and now you say you can't take it, mhm? Oh of course you will, sweet thing. So shut up, and stay still.' He told her, leaving no room for discuss as he kept pushing himself further and further, but it only made you grab onto him tighter on his shoulders, even if you wanted to move, you couldn't—your breath hitching everytime you felt his cock throbbing deep into your walls.

Bill moved his slender fingers back down towards your clit, rubbing in circles with his thumb just to ease you up a bit more; as he watched almost mesmerized how your pussy looked trying to take his cock so well.. he couldn't help but let out a hiss at the sight, his brows furrowing. 'Hmm, look at that aching little pussy.' He let out along a guttural moan, his dick sliding in and out of you till he pushed out slowly right just before his tip, you whined as soon as you felt empty, rolling your hips for a moment as your lips parted—you wanted to feel him again, it's like you needed it, you were starting to get used to him. 'Please, please.' You begged to him again this time along heavy breaths, and of course, he gave you just what you wanted. Pushing inside of you again just as slowly so you could feel his every inch dragging agaisnt your walls, before suddenly slamming the rest deep inside. You let out one high pitched moan, you were so damn tight around him it made his head throw back.

'Aw, you can't handle being empty for even a second? what a dirty little girl you are.' He whispered with a downturned smirk on his lips, his hips moving back and forth tortuously slow as he looked down at the expression on your face the whole time. Of course, you couldn't help the flustered look on your cheeks as he admired the way your tits bounced up and down, his hands moving towards your legs to push them up, making them curl agaisnt your chest, it made you look even smaller than you already were, his own breath hitching at the thought.

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After a few whiny moans, you tried to say something, anything, just to let him know that you were close to the edge—but you didn't have to, he already knew once he saw you rolling your eyes back, your toes curling and your back trying to arch.. but he wouldn't let you, since his hand was still pressing down on your stomach, watching how it showed the bulge of his cock everytime he moved inside of you, picking up some pace.

'You're gonna cum for me already, huh? you wanna cum all over my cock baby.. Then go ahead.' He talked to you once more, encouraging you to do so; And all you could do was let out a weak 'Uh huh', nodding your head a few times. His fingers kept rubbing around your clit, making you moan endlessly and he leaned down to kiss you on the neck with such possession, he owned you and he wanted you to know that. After a few more thrusts, you couldn't take it anymore, you couldn't hold it in any longer so after a loud whimper you finally came all over his cock.. your juices covering him while his fingers went back up to your hips, holding you still as you clenched around him after your orgasm took over, which drove him right to the edge.

'Oh fuck- that pussy is gonna drive me crazy.' He let out before he came inside you with the same intensity as you did, with a last thrust he shoot all of his cum right into you, till the last drop. Your body went completely numb under his, his cock pushing back out of you slowly, both of you letting out a deep breath at the same time.

Then you moved both arms up shakily to wrap them around his torso, searching to soothe yourself after he had successfully rearranged your guts again—And Bill laid right beside you on the bed, his eyes narrowing at the sight of you, so vulnerable agaisnt his touch.. his arms wrapping themselves around you, holding you close before he quietly let out, 'All mine, you're all mine.'

I had to change my clothes after that, I'm not kidding

༺ Tw: NSFW

★ Bill 2010 x reader.

★ Gender neutral.

★ Breeding kink.

★ Sex in public spaces.

—I want you so bad.

Bill is always asking for your body, no matter the time, no matter the place. He always wants a piece of you, and even though you'll tease him and tell him how dirty he is for always wanting to touch you, to feel you; He doesn't care, he knows he's gross, he knows he's an addict for you, but he won't hide it, as a matter of fact, he doesn't give a damn. He'll grope you no matter what and tell you to be quiet when you try to 'resist' him, even though you don't really put up a fight. 'Don't play dumb, sweetheart. You know you like to take me.' He tells you, already out of breath at the sight of you looking up at him with those eyes, those eyes that he swore drove him right to the edge.

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But In his head though, it's entirely your fault, the way you sway your hips when you walk, the way your clothes hug onto your body. You're the one who's setting him up all the time, making him the way he is, a rabid dog for you, desperate, you can't get that off his head. So whenever you two are alone, no matter how short that moment is, wether that means backstage before a concert, or a reunion with friends.. He'll push you up onto anything close to both of you and beg you over and over to use you. Because he knows how much you like him to beg you, even though he knows you'll give in everytime. 'Come on.. just this once, we won't make any noise, please.' He promises, even though you already know that's not true.

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So of course, you'll end up letting him. Bill would unbuckle himself immediately, pushing down his pants along his boxers, barely to his thighs, they were already messed up with his precum. You couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight. 'Look at what you do to me.' His cock is always hard and throbbing for you, ready to stick it in you whenever he likes; just enough to having to slide your panties to the side and push himself into you immediately after.

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He would throw his head back everytime, no matter how much he got to fuck you, it always sent him in a trance. 'So tight.' Bill loved to feel how he was filling you up, it was most probably one of the best things in the world [according to him] He'd curse under his breath whenever his thick cum dripped out of your hole, he just watched it, as if he was almost mesmerized—mouth wide open, trying to make the less sound as possible, even covering your mouth at the same time, wanting to pound into you over and over again just to see how much of his cum you could hold inside of you. 'God, look at the mess you made'. He snickered, everytime he saw you squirm around his cock as he kept it inside; still pulsating, aching to feel you all over again. 'Wanna make me cum again, hm?.' He'd tell you once you were a shaking mess under him, but he wasn't done with you yet.

Not at all. ୧ ⊹︶︶

It turned me on like hell, but I never thought that other works by this gorgeous author would make me commit suicide

༺ Tw: NSFW

★ Bill 2008 x reader.

★ Gender neutral.

★ Oral fetish.

░͟ ₊˚Imagine he's eating you out,

I know that mouth works wonders. I bet he loves giving head and watch you squirming around everytime you feel the touch of his piercing's cold bead on your sweet spot, just to make you taste yourself after you finish on his tongue everytime. 'You're so sweet' he tells you after he licks his own lips, savoring the taste of you once more; completely ecstatic about the way your legs wrap themselves around his head almost automatically whenever he makes you cum, over and over again. He's like a dog, insatiable, desperate for you; He'll even beg and cry for it, he works his tongue like it's gonna be his last meal.

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He likes when you pull on his hair, definitely; searching for your eyes just so he knows it feels just as good, and readjusting his head right where you want him to be. He gets so worked up by just pleasuring you, he can't help himself but to try and grind agaisnt the mattress at the same time, just so you'd end up telling him to wait.

He whines, but he listens because he secretly likes when you handle him. In the end, he'll end up cumming on his pants, letting out a 'Fuck'. under his breath. Completely overwhelmed by your expressions and the way you sound while he's sucking you dumb. ୧ ⊹︶︶

Do you write about Tom? I love ur writing and need one about him 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Don't piss me off

PAIRINGS: Tom 2014 x female reader

GENRE: smut

SYNOPSIS: Quarrel – reconciliation – the closed door of the dressing room.

WARNINGS: rough sex, drunk sex, sex in public places, p in v

A/N: english is not my native language! I hope I was able to do what anon asked me to do. By the way, you can also leave your requests!!

You've always hated fan meetings before concerts. A terrifying crowd of maddened girls, pressing worse than a tank and screaming louder than all sirens, once again strove to break through the fence, behind which those that everyone dreams of, those who are unattainable, those who live in some unearthly space and smile at those same girls only from posters on top of torn wallpaper above the bed in frozen, so inanimate poses were about to appear. The girls excitedly waved their cameras, drawings, and albums, looking at a large stand full of images of the album, against which the "Kings of Suburbia" autograph session was about to begin.

Even from afar, it was sickening for you to watch, because such events definitely did not give you joy. Firstly, these fans know no boundaries and can sometimes afford too much. Secondly, the pressure and tension scratching from within does not let go, holding him in a tight prickly embrace – your lover is not at all shy to flirt in response. Of course, of all the famous four, it was he who happened to become an honorary "womanizer." They're just fans who can't even dream of being in your shoes. Their only pleasure is to get an autograph of their favorite idol and take a photo as much as possible so that "all the friends will definitely get jealous." That's how you always calmed yourself down in order to extinguish the growing flames of jealousy inside. The pretense of arrogance at the sight of all these young screaming girls was rapidly transformed into a mixture of suffocation and a kind of despair – oh, how you wanted to come up and just take Tom away from here from prying eyes. From their eyes. And if Bill, Gustav and Georg behave more restrained at the autograph sessions, limiting themselves to just a smile and a short nod of the head, then the elder Kaulitz will definitely throw something out. He will sign with a marker on bare chest, without hesitation, omit a vulgar compliment or wink, deliberately touching lip piercing with tongue and thereby bringing beloved fans to ecstasy. It flattered his ego and elevated his already inflated self-esteem to the skies.

You watched in confusion as the fans came almost right up to the table, where the band members were already sitting, ready to sign CDs, photos, albums, breasts, damn it. It's funny, but there are such fans at every session. And you know everyone's reaction at the same time – Bill will blush amusingly and will put on an awkward smile, Georg will just laugh, Gustav will pretend that he is indifferent to everything as always, but Tom.. He definitely won't refuse such a request to the distraught fans. And it was incredibly annoying.

“Do you have a girlfriend, Tom?”

“I have a lot of girls.”

“Which one of you has the most fans?”

“I have it! And interestingly, they are all girls..”

“I've had sex all over the world. I would have made a great video if I could have chosen the actresses.. But then it'll probably be like porn.”

“Hey, Georg, I can give you some girl numbers so you don't get bored..”

You grinned through your teeth, ignoring the resentment rising in your throat, burning harder than the red-hot lava in the Vesuvius Gorge. Bitch, he'll never admit to reporters or fans. You desperately wanted to believe that he would admit it to himself. Always, absolutely always, Tom's conversations in all interviews were always about girls, which made it impossible to shake your personal balance from the inside. Your balance with him. You knew that all this was just a clever production move to keep the band on top of the ratings for as long as possible. God forbid that the interest of those same girls, who made up the entire fanbase, should fade away. After all, the news that the main seducer of the group had already acquired his faithful would break millions of hearts around the world. Neither Jost nor the label was an attractive prospect, and therefore you were strictly forbidden to go out with Tom together, so as not to fall into the traps of paparazzi cameras and not become a cause for gossip in the tabloid press. Everything was supposed to be kept a top secret, namely Tom's relationship with you, which has been going on for two years. The choice is harsh enough, but you were satisfied with such sacrifices. Although sometimes it seemed to you that Tom would have made a great actor – he coped too well with the role assigned to him.

During your visit to Tokyo and his, he brazenly stared at Japanese schoolgirls and, right in front of the camera, gave out his signature: “Cool short skirts!” With a funny German accent. And yet, sometimes he would show up at his hotel room with you drunk and wearing someone else's feminine perfume on his T-shirt, after which he would fall asleep almost in the hallway, content with the fate of a world-famous musician. And it was at such moments that you tried to make sure that no one could hear your sobs from the bathroom door, which was closed. You batted your eyelashes to blink the sad bitterness out of your eyes and just try to pull yourself together and not go to the younger Kaulitz's room to complain about his brother's drunken antics. Or for sincere conversations with Georg, with whom you have always had friendly harmony and mutual understanding, even in these frenzied tours, studio chores and other worries of musicians. But no, you tried to stand it all by yourself, watching from afar as your drunken body got tangled in your own T-shirt. You held on.

The edge of your worried gaze catches on a couple of girls who came up to the table and dressed quite frankly, as you noted for yourself. Bill signed the album they brought first, smiling with a marker pen, and then pushed it to Tom. The trembling hands of one of these people held the camera uncertainly, while the other whispered something in Tom's ear, which immediately made him smile. A couple photo with an idol? A kiss on the cheek and a click. Irritated by all the threads of your already wound–up nerves, you pursed your lips and watched the reaction of the elder Kaulitz – of course, to wink and sign on the cleavage area, which was specially prepared with a short top - as if to spit. It was hard for you to hold back. Yes, you and Tom were in a relationship, but this was not a reason to declare to the whole world your ownership rights to Tom. This cannot be done. This is prohibited. Now he is a star for whom the stage image is above all. But is it an image?

It went on like this with almost all the fans, even the most obviously scary ones, which made you even laugh nervously. Flirtatious glances, winks, similar insolence in the form of kisses, and most importantly, Tom's disposition and calmness towards all this fueled a raging mess of irritation and jealousy in you. Sometimes it even came to thoughts of breaking off the relationship, because seeing your boyfriend so often in the company of such insolent girls was beyond your strength. Similarly, it was beyond your strength to watch Tom briefly go somewhere with those same girls, and then come back as if nothing had happened, joining the rest of the band to pose for a photo shoot. And these two were whispering about something insanely vulgar, passing by an unsuspecting you.

“I can indulge in sex with a fan.”

The tension grew from the inside, and staff bustled about, ushering out the curious girls, who were still shouting various words of love and delight, most of them addressed, of course, to Tom. And you had a brilliant idea, in your opinion. Well, now you had to retreat faster and make your way to the balcony, from which the stage will be visible in the palm of your hand and you can watch the performance that has already amazed the whole world, so that you definitely do not lose sight of Tom, follow every movement of his strong hands caressing the guitar, and of course look at the blonde soloist in royal robes.

The guys, still under the power of emotions that did not let go after the performance, smile broadly as they walk down the corridor towards the dressing room. You knew how to sneak into the backstage area, bypassing all the guards, and you were already there shortly before the four appeared. Bill and Gustav were the first to appear in your field of vision, waving their hands in a polite and friendly manner, after which they disappeared through the door, followed by Georg.

“Well, Tom, get ready, my revenge will be sweet.” It flashed through your mind.

“Wow, what kind of people.” The bassist stretched out his vowels affably when he saw his best friend's girlfriend.

“Great, he'll play along with me!” You cunningly realized and ran up to the short-haired brown-haired man with emotions, bumping into him with hugs.

“Georg!” You tenderly extend the bass player's nickname, which is already boring to everyone, expressing sincere, genuine delight: “You were just on top! As always, the whole hall sang along with you.. You are simply the best! I am sure that all the MTV awards will be yours this year.” You babbled so fast and enthusiastically, being sure that Tom would definitely notice it.

“My princess, actually, in this group, who is the best and most talented is me.” And here you heard a familiar timbre from behind. He noticed. Wow, his ego and arrogance are right there.

“And the most humble, of course.” You squeezed out through your teeth, casually glancing at Tom, who was coming up from behind. But still pretending that you don't care about him at all, still continuing to smile, looking at Georg.

“Let him suffer.” You were being sarcastic inside yourself.

“Huh, don't tell me, he's Mr. Modesty himself.” The bassist picked up, not missing the opportunity to make fun of the elder Kaulitz.

The unhealthy twinkle in his eyes went through your whole being, causing you to feel an unpleasant chill from the inside. You were still clutching onto the T-shirt on Listing's shoulders, completely ignoring the whole world. The world Tom was in was so close that his gaze created a tremulous excitement. In the huge pockets of his jeans, Kaulitz hid his palms, which had already turned into fists, exacerbating the already tense atmosphere hovering around him.

“She's standing there, bitch, smiling, and Georg is just happy.” Tom thought to himself. “He's too polite to push his bandmate's girlfriend away from him, covering it all up with a strong friendship.”

The soloist's voice came from the dressing room, saying that he couldn't find the damn bottle of champagne anywhere.

Tom got out of the shower later than the others, tumbling out into the dressing room, where his bandmates and you were sitting on low sofas and sipping your favorite stress-relieving champagne. And Kaulitz Sr. even regretted it, entering the room last and finding a rather interesting picture – if his brother and the drummer were sitting close to each other, engaged in some kind of conversation, then you and Georg are together. You were almost snuggled up to the bass player, crossing your legs, thereby lifting the dress slightly above the knees and revealing the graceful legs that he wanted to instantly pick up and spread. He was looking at the charming curves of your figure, which you deliberately tormented with your exaggerated, horribly nauseating acting, inventing involvement in Bill's conversation about awards, nominations, producers and other show business routine for world stars. He absorbed the way your lips pressed against the glass, sipped the sparkling liquid, and then stretched into a smile for all the band members, but especially for Georg. The elder Kaulitz's interior was burning with deadly heat, comparable in temperature to the sun's core, and it could only be cooled with an entire bottle of champagne stored in the minibar. That's it, drink it in one gulp, but you can't get away from the burning sensation from the inside.

“Tom, what are you doing up there?” The voice of his younger brother brought him back to reality, and the guy stupidly blinked in order to tear his eyes away from the idyll involving his girlfriend. “I've already poured it for you.”

“Thanks, Bill, I don't want to.” A rude voice spread in the dressing room. Tom fell down next to his brother on a low sofa, wedging himself between him and Gustav. He already regretted that he had refused a cold sparkling drink, so at least he could get some relaxation. But no, Kaulitz chose to exhaust his self–control by leaning on the back of the sofa and spreading his legs wide in his trademark manner.

“Do you remember how we got drunk after a concert a couple of years ago, so that we didn't even wake up in our hotel?” You sounded cheerful. “Only Georg was sane at that time, and he also brought everyone to their senses..” You turned to the bass player, not letting go of your almost empty glass.

“Oh yeah, how can you forget that,” Bill popped an apple slice into his mouth for a snack. “Only I even woke up with a new tattoo after that incident.” And as a reaction to this, everyone laughed, even Gustav. Tom only managed a nervous, angry smile. Georg. The cloying, unpleasant sound of your cheerful voice, gargling in Tom's ears.

Georg and you were on pretty strong friendly terms, as well as with Bill and Gustav, too. Unless, at the moment, the bass player had no idea that he was the target of your little devious game against Tom. But he couldn't object openly either, because in any relationship with girls he remained calm, sane, as well as good manners and politeness.

“Do you want another drink?” Listing responded sympathetically, seeing the empty glass of his friend, you. You obediently put your glass under a new dose of alcohol, as the bottle immediately ran out.

“Thanks. You are the best friend on earth!” You smiled broadly and, not expecting such impudence bordering on excitement, you gave Georg a short kiss on the cheek. Maybe he blushed funny after that, but you didn't see it, trying to sneak a peek at Tom's reaction. Tom feigns extreme calm, trying not to fill the space with alarmed and angry sighs.

“And what does that mean? Do you want to laugh at me? To make fun of?” It was inside Tom. Kaulitz is twisted from the inside out from fucking impotence and a desire to take revenge on the girlfriend for this unspoken game on his nerves, but between these conversations about "anything" in their group and in a similar situation, it's at least indecent to sort things out. First of all, in front of my brother and colleagues. Fortunately, a good reason came up – you got up, straightening your dress and followed to the mini-bar for a new bottle, while your friends were engaged in conversations about music. And Tom gets up after you, jerking off the couch and heading towards you. Every action, every word directed against him, is hammered into the coffin of his self-love and pride. How he hates it when he is so blatantly tricked like an ignorant fool. Especially if his beloved girlfriend does it, especially in front of others. An unpleasant pressure settles in the head and prompts sharpness and impatience to rise from their inner graves. It turned out to be very ironic in relation to the guitarist. But he's not amused.

“Honey, can I have a word with you?”

Tom's alarmed and angry voice pierced into your back like a spear, while you crouched next to the minibar, taking out a bottle. You clearly felt that the elder Kaulitz was right behind you, waiting for an answer that he was interested in himself. However, he gives himself a grace period only for the first three minutes, and after that he just gets bored. Your nature silently rejoices at such a simple observation- “Oh, he's finally hurt by this. Now he's not just looking at his teenage fans.”

“Tom, wait, I need to open a bottle.” As if you were casually disavowing, continuing to ignore the already pretty angry guy. But you're happy anyway, because you've caused an emotional flurry inside him, which is definitely detonating with frenzied power right now.

”You can wait.” Kaulitz thundered, roughly snatching the bottle from your fragile hands and putting it back on the table. “You better not piss me off.”

You didn't have time to understand anything and even cast a helpless glance at the guys, who were still talking enthusiastically about something, as Tom almost jerked you out of the room and led you towards the second dressing room – the one where the band was preparing for the concert. Without even being able to react, you just followed under the pressure of a tall, strong body that instantly pushed you into an empty dressing room.

“Tom, what are you doing..” Desperately seeking understanding, but such a doomed tone of your voice spreads through the room with a barely trembling vibration. You involuntarily cringed when the guitarist's fingers pressed down on the door latch, and then you leaned your whole body against the wall and were about to move when he abruptly approached you again. It even hurt when Tom grabbed you by both hands and literally pushed you into the white surface of the wall.

“What the fuck was that just now?” Tom's steely voice sounds literally in your ears, but your vigilance is already too blunted by the effects of alcohol on an empty stomach.

“What do you mean?” You're innocently batting your eyelashes to deliberately piss Kaulitz off. You have flaming crimson cheeks, a naive smile and boundless calmness on your face. Tom's grip became stronger, and it felt like your wrists were going to crack under the pressure. You felt uncomfortable that Tom's arms had completely immobilized you. Below your waist, you start to feel a pleasant, but unbearable stretch at the mere realization of what those nimble hands can do. At concerts, all the audience as one look at the immaculate guitar solo played by those strong fingers. But none of these girls under the stage have any idea what else these fingers are capable of besides plucking strings.

“Don't pretend. Since when are you hanging around my best friend's neck? And you kiss him on the cheek? The best friend on earth, then?!” Kaulitz is already literally hissing with genuine annoyance, and you literally regret that he's completely sober.

“Mmm, don't be such a jealous bitch, Tom..” Your index finger traces his cheek, under which the muscles were tense as never before. The sinister gaze seemed to stop, incinerating the negligent girl's nature, but you really enjoyed making Kaulitz lose his temper, as if it gave you extreme pleasure.

“Yes? Are you sure you want to see what else I can be? Or.. Are you really looking at Georg already? Am I missing something?”

“No, Tom, I...”

“What?! Maybe you could have sat on his lap and rubbed your ass? Great, my girlfriend is acting like a whore!”

“Aren't you acting like a whore? So you can pick up female fans all over the world, but what do you suggest to me – just look at it and be happy? By the way, they're hanging around your neck in whole squads, and you're just glad, you damn womanizer!” You were screaming with genuine resentment and awakened seriousness.

“It's part of my image. And you got so fucked up about it that you decided to use my best friend? Eh?! Answer me!” He was openly mocking me, masking it under anger and burning irritation, which literally hurt my ribs. You listened to every word, but you didn't stop smiling, pretending to be interested and even a little afraid. My legs were shaking slightly, losing their footing, but not from exertion, but from something else.

“Well, at least that's how you noticed that I'm not an empty place for you.. But Georg is like that.. Attentive, caring, humble..” The remnants of withered superiority breed audacity, and for this audacity you have to pay a serious price.

“You've pissed me off, my doll.” He grins wryly, pressing your wrists against the wall itself, literally pouncing on you, showing that the victim, cornered by him, cannot escape. You're frozen and waiting, as if the time has disappeared, and everything around you is so inaccessible and so inanimate, and only a couple of coffee pools are intently scanning, twisting the shutter speed of both. Tom forcefully bites into your lips, now holding you tightly by both forearms and showing all the strength that is many times greater than your fragile body, does not even allow you to take an unnecessary protesting sigh, possessively crushing your pliant lips and tasting the still undissolved taste of champagne. How selfishly Tom rejoiced, feeling the subtle mumbling right on his lips and the way you brazenly bit his piercing, asking for even more, and just as furiously responded to him as much as the opportunity and the growing pressure of the guy allowed.

Tom's hands reach lower, stopping at your waist, and then dangerously close to the literally red border. The urge to get rid of it and finish what he started was already overwhelming and so oppressive, even in his loose pants, and you could feel it. Lips with a vulgar smack come off your scarlet-swollen lips, continuing their torment already lower. No matter how many of them there were, it was always not enough, his body was already shaking in feverish heat from mind-blowing desire generated by anger and possessiveness. You cried out at his peculiar kiss on the neck, finally going limp in his grip and holding onto the T-shirt on your shoulders with your nails. This cry of yours, mixed with anxiety and still hovering tension, generates a whole chain of discordant beats of the organ in your chest, which you completely owned. What Tom voluntarily gave you as a tribute, he made the biggest sacrifice of his life. But now he's still unhappy, biting your pale skin and decorating your body with pink and scarlet markings to know exactly who his girl belongs to. You were genuinely surprised that he had so much strength even after the concert, so much so that your legs were crossed at a firm waist, and under your knees it was like a stone. You could have gone limp in his grip and not even been afraid to fall, so tightly Kaulitz picked you up like a piece of fluff.

“Tom..” Your pleading whisper is lost somewhere in his man bun hair, while the guy confidently carries you towards the dressing table and in one hand literally in a second wipes away everything that was on it – plastic cups, napkins, brushes. A stinging roar instantly rang in his ears, but then again, who cared now? As soon as he saw your parted lips and tangled hair, charmingly covering one side of your chiseled, delicate face, Tom again felt how all the blood from his heart instantly rushes to the plexus under his fly, almost to painful urges.

“So you just didn't have enough of my attention, did you?” With a jerk, Kaulitz got rid of his T-shirt and kept his eyes on you, who was sitting on the dressing table by the mirror.

“Was it already impossible for me to chat with your friends and brother?” The equanimity in your feminine voice is indestructible, which burns a fine line on Tom's nerves.

“Bitch, you're looking for trouble.. Big trouble!” Tom's hands are on either side of you.

“So what are you going to do, Tom?” The sweetly drawn-out name in your voice and the subtle excitement in your body are transmitted by micro-impulses to the male nature, concentrating in the bottom of his stomach, so shamelessly cramping the space under his fly even more.

“You're making me angry on purpose, aren't you?” Tom's hand descends on your neck, gently squeezing. “Better not. Otherwise, you'll regret it, I promise.” Now a real, sticky fear rolled down your spine and froze in your throat. Still, it was scary to feel his tense breathing from above and literally not imagine what Kaulitz was capable of in a fit of uncontrollable anger.

”Tom, please..” Your pleading pronunciation is driving him crazy and twisting his steel self-control. Between you and Tom there is a tense impulse of fucking madness because of the dress that cannot be unbuttoned in any way on your back, and Tom angrily gets rid of the unnecessary fabric by simply pulling the zipper and taking off the dress that he himself bought for you in Milan, over your head and throwing it somewhere over his shoulder. You squirm, unable to move, choking out a hoarse “Tom”, surrendering to his ruthless pressure, and feeling the closeness and the urgent need to feel each other more quickly in every sense. You feel so good when Kaulitz presses down on you, forcing you to lie down on the table, and he comfortably settles between your spread legs. He's breathing heavily himself, as if he's played another concert and all the air has been forcibly drained from his concrete lungs. With a superior, mocking grin, he looks down at you, getting rid of the last interfering element, putting all the desire and impatience into these movements.

“I'll fuck you in every corner of this damn dressing room.. To make you realize that you belong to me.” The logical stress on the last word bites into your thin neck with a fairly noticeable bite. You answer him again with a ragged half-scream, even wincing at the pain of the sensations, as Kaulitz abruptly bit into your neck like a vampire, and then he touched your fresh wound with his heated tongue, without apologizing and adding to the already stuffy atmosphere even more degree. The penetration of Tom's first strong finger into an already insanely wet, heated womb paralyzes you like a discharge of twenty thousand volts, makes you sparkle like a bare wire at a power plant. For Kaulitz, your mumbling becomes the second music pleasant to his ears after the songs of his own band. It's the way you pitifully and strangled repeat his name, impaling yourself on his second finger, begging him to move more sharply, but Tom deliberately delays, plunging into your wet and narrow captivity.

“Beg me louder.” Kaulitz has the upper hand now. Tom himself understands that this is just a postponement to the most cherished, and that he himself will not last long, feeling tight under his fly. You lift your head up, wriggling like a snake, and Tom seems to take pity on you, massaging sensitive points and moving two trained fingers more actively and curling his lips in a half-sneer. He lifts your fragile back with his other hand, prompting you to change the angle, and better allow yourself to hear your precious moans, which are such a sweet balm to his ears and the pride you swatted away. You squeeze tighter, squeezing the man's strong back with your nails for support, tasting the full range of sensations in colors, as his fingers move more nimbly and actively inside you, bringing you to a peak moment. And even now it excites you to think that these fingers are meant just for you. An intense desire wakes up in you to speed up the pace, lean against his wet chest more tightly, scratch his entire back and hear a personal dose of irritated growls and half-moans in your ear.

“Please..” Clutching his shoulders, you get lost in the sensations of the inappropriately slowed pace of Tom's strong fingers from the inside, ready to whine in despair. Tom takes advantage of this and gently bites you in the neck again, planting a new hickey and licking the wounds he had already left on you. And briefly glancing at the mirror behind you, he almost shamelessly cums from the view that opened up to him – your petite back, legs spread apart, loose hair falling to your waist. “It's like she was made for porn.” He thinks cunningly and plunges his phalanges inside you again. He is excited by the thought that now his beloved will not be able to cover his own marks in such a prominent place while it is the height of summer outside. Therefore, it consolidates its success by going down to the collarbones. With a low moan, you slashed your nails across the swarthy glossy skin, causing him to whimper softly. Tom is unhappy. Tom is unhappy because you might cum right now, judging by the ragged pleading whine, and there's absolutely no need for that. In retaliation for this, you want to bite him back, but he doesn't give in, cunningly turning his head, and you have to feel the ticklish touch of his hair strands escaping from man bun on your inflamed skin.

You almost moan into his lips, which dig into the trembling centimeters of pale, moist skin with a new force from the explosive mixture of fear and pleasure. Tom quickly removes his hand and plunges both phalanges into your mouth to make you feel your own sweetness. With his other hand, he hastily pulls down his pants along with his boxers, releasing the cause of his painful urges, already hard, tight and stony, which is unbearable to endure any longer.

“Mine.” With one thrust, he plunges into you abruptly and unceremoniously, grabbing your hips tightly and holding you firmly at the right angle. “Mine..” Then he gently slaps your pale thigh, begging for a moan. You don't have time to adjust to the pace, you get lost in sensations bordering on pain and pleasure again, as from the very first seconds Tom began to intensify his thrusts, penetrating his stone penis literally to your brain cells, to the rainbow scattering in your eyes. Being in a comfortable position under a man's body and crossing your legs at his waist, you cling to his back more tightly than before as the last support, furiously catching his lips, expressing a desire to become one with him, feeling every red-hot cell of his body, every breath, every moment. Kaulitz pushes back roughly, crushing your hips hard, until it hurts, while you cling to his slippery skin, moving on to the scattering of his hair on the back of his head. Tom's strong hand grabs your already wounded neck and turns it to the side so that you don't miss the chance to look at yourself from the outside, even out of the corner of your eye, for a moment your breath even caught, and Tom, sensing this, loosened his grip on you, clinging to this place on your neck with parted wet lips.

“Look carefully!” A hoarse exhale wounds the silence with Tom's characteristic commanding tone. You squirm, accepting all his rudeness, watching as his guitar-worn hands land on your hips with a soft slap, and how exactly your and Tom's doppelgangers in the makeup mirror repeat all these movements. Your wet strands of hair are tangled between his tense fingers, and, trying to get rid of the madness that has come over him again, Tom makes a new forward movement and grabs the ends of your hair tightly, pulling. The fucking necessary power required right now blows his mind and encourages him to cling to your sweet neck, collarbones, breasts to prove who's in charge here. He doesn't even look at the range of emotions on your face, just wanting to restore his superiority and irreplaceability. He may be a stupid little boy, afraid of losing you, but that's exactly what he is, the real one. He breathes raggedly almost into your lips, moving higher again, tracing invisible patterns on your body, and once again pushing inside the seductive warmth with his aching, thirsty cock. And you're pleased to see him, so naked, even helpless, but always strong, domineering, loved, damn it, with two contradictory personalities living inside. You take these emotions and feigned frenzy for granted, completely adapting to his insatiable, thirsty rhythm and listening to his sighs, becoming one with him.

The undulating bodies moving on top of each other, glittering in the light of the lamps, completely repeat the movements from the mirror surface. And as soon as Tom catches sight of it, a desire awakens inside him to continue, but more sharply, like the surf hitting the rocks with a loud noise, so much so as to make you freeze with pleasure from each of his movements, already increasing in amplitude and frequency, like a starved beast gutting its victim writhing on the dressing table, pitiful squeaks, taking millimeter by millimeter of burning skin into its power, biting your neck, scorching your collarbones with his breath and holding your graceful legs tightly crossed on his strong male belt under your knees.

You pressed yourself into his neck, leaving a small retaliatory hickey as Kaulitz temporarily let his guard down. You beg, plead with him to move faster, to really make your eyes bloom with bright rainbow colors. You loved having sex with Tom in places like this, because the extremes, his own pressure, and peculiar risk aroused you better than various foreplay. You're still whispering his name next to his ear, exhaling painfully into his wet, scratched shoulder. His sighs form into full-fledged moans in response, and you realize that he is already close. Because that's how Tom moans, only when discharge is already close and approaching by leaps and bounds. But he's still pressing into you, also holding you under the small of your back for the best angle, breathing hotly into your collarbone and barely audibly sobbing from touching your nails to the fresh scratches covered with perspiration. He thrusts greedily, exploding under the onslaught of his own hot nature, still not losing his goal to break so deep that the whole corridor can hear your deafening, longed-for scream. And he doesn't care what his brother, bandmates, or the rest of the staff say later. He doesn't care about that. With a loud growl, Tom comes, holding your unresisting body more tightly under him, not moving himself for a while, but still pulsating inside the coveted, warm tightness that is designed specifically for him, exploding with another chain of micro-explosions, like bright fireworks on a dark night, flowing between your thighs with a whitish viscosity. And you and Tom were still motionless, both of you, catching your frantically ragged breath. And now he gives you the opportunity to look into his eyes clouded with flaming sweetness and hug him by the neck, touching his hair in an already disheveled man bun, pull him closer to you and give him a warm, now truly tender kiss.

“Tom..” You emit directly into his lips, tracing the contour of his face with your finger, tickling your own skin with his beard, tracing all the perfections and non-existent imperfections, admiring the perspiration on his forehead, long fluffy eyelashes that are still trembling anxiously, admiring how he is now, exclusively for you alone, not at all for those girls who flirt in vain at concerts and they'll never get a thousandth of the kind of heaven that's reserved for you, and you're thrilled about it.

“Do you understand now that it's better not to anger me?” Tom's smiling exhale and his fingers on your chin, encouraging you to look directly at him.

“Mm, I'll think about it..” You're flirting jokingly, tilting your head to the side. “If you don't piss me off anymore first.”

“You're shameless..” Kaulitz's quiet voice stirs you up from the inside to little goosebumps on your skin, turning into a long kiss on the shoulder. “And I really love you like this.”

“Which one is it?”

“When you're ready to show how much you love me, you come up with something like that, my princess..”

You want to memorize every relaxed emotion of Tom, touch his face with your fingers again. And he means by his whole appearance that he likes this kind of game. And you want to admire forever how his eyes burn even brighter than all the heavenly stars in almost black pools and share their endless warmth that will cover even in the most dank cold.

“But it doesn't have to be done at all. I am only yours..” He whispered affectionately, plastering his cheek against your palm like a kitten, tickling you with his beard again. Tom leans over you, watching the humility and then complete acceptance flounder in the palette of your gaze, carefully stroking the skin of your cheeks, delicately running his thumb, removing the interfering dark strands behind your ear and simply admiring you.

“The sly one!” A kiss on his lips and now complete calmness. “Then.. I'll try to make you more angry next time..”