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JUST LOOK AT THIS COLOR!! OH MY GOD.. My blood pressure drops exactly like this gradient when I see her amazing posts..

Hey! I want moots that are into Tokio Hotel and/or interested in fanfiction, which I'll write often, so keep 'em coming! I'd also like to make friends with my same age range if possible. :)

♡ Dm's always open if any of you wanna talk ♡

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• My community.

| Masterlist at the end of the post. |

I also like other bands such as Bôa, Hole, Jack off Jill, Mazzy star, The Sundays, Cinema Bizarre, Panik, Extremoduro, HIM & She wants revenge! & artists such as Lana del rey, Antonio Orozco, Jeff Buckley, Lady Gaga, Fiona apple, Marina n Shakira.

- About me;

She/Her.

Bill girl, obviously!

I'm nineteen.

Don't interact if anything related nsfw bothers you.

I'm from Spain, so of course that's my first language.

Currently trying to collect all of tokio hotel's discography.

My favorite song rn is Elysa, even though that changes all the time.

Into makeup, 2000s stuff, esoterism n journaling.

My favorite movies are Coraline, Logan & Leon the professional.

I will write sometimes, so feel free to drop your request.

I can write mostly about anything, as long as you give me a detailed plot.

I'll write about all the members, no matter the era as long as they're not underage.

What I won't write about: Twincest or hardcore topics such as; eating disorders, rape, mafia, violence etc..

Masterlist;

Bill Fics:

✧ Bill eats you out ✧ I want you so bad

✧ Held in his hands ✧ At your mercy

✧ Lost in you ✧ Quiet desire

✧ Tenderly yours

— Love don't break me:

✧ 1st chapter

DAMN REAL, BILL + LADY GAGA = MY DEATH

— Bill is so G.U.Y coded.

I'm gonna say the word

And own you

You'll be my G.I.R.L

Guy, I'm romancin' love's to hold you

Know you'll wear my make-up well

I'm gonna wear the tie,

want the power to leave you

I'm aiming for full control of this love.

—Bill with spikes & black fur, my favorites

IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO SHOUT LOUDER THAN I ALREADY DO, BUT I'LL MAKE SOME NOISE FOR HIM

ཊ₊̣̇.Bill kaulitz, 2010₊̣̇.

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 ⊹︶︶

Art of Loving

PAIRINGS: Bill 2009 x female reader

GENRE: fluff & smut

SYNOPSIS: “Your mom hates me..” She'll definitely yell at him if she sees all those hickeys you gave him. Bill laughs with you, snuggling closer to himself. “Don't worry,” he starts, playing with your hair. “My mom hates me too..”

WARNINGS: sex, p in v, poor relationship with mother, eating disorder, self-esteem issues

A/N: english is not my native language! I'll say in advance that there is a time discrepancy here, since Bill's piercing described in the story was done later.

A strong wind and heavy rain were running through the streets of Magdeburg. Thunder roared in the thick clouds, and lightning frolicked somewhere nearby. The streets of Magdeburg are damp and fresh. People are gloomily walking about their business, busily holding colored umbrellas over their heads. But you and Bill are in your warm, cozy apartment, drinking raspberry tea and sitting on the balcony, watching people and dogs jumping merrily through shallow puddles.

“Hey, Schatz?” Bill's hoarse voice distracted from the dampness of the city.

You flinch and look at him. “Yes, Bill?” There's a cigarette smoldering in your hands. You and Bill.. Old friends.

His pale honey-colored eyes are directed into yours, and he asks with full seriousness, frowning: “Would you love me if I were a worm?”

You laugh out loud, hiding your face in your hands. Bill is still serious. Through your laughter, you say, “Listen, have you been taking anything?” You put out your cigarette on the iron railing of the balcony.

The brunette mutters indignantly, “I'm just curious! Well, answer me seriously!” He frowns and purses his lips resentfully.

“Okay, okay. Yes Bill, I will.” You smile and kiss Bill's broken knuckles, his wounds contrasting strongly against his pale skin. You're frowning. “Where did you get your knuckles hurt like that?”

The grin on his pale face began to play. “I hit the wall, Schatz. Because I'm an angry teenager.”

You let out a small laugh and stroke his hands. “An angry teenager who is 19 years old? Very interesting.” Bill rolls his eyes and clucks.

“And why did you hit the wall? She didn't do anything to you.” You mock him, you smile.

The brunette shakes his head, leaning his hands on the railing, rubbing his painted eyes. “She called me a jerk. What an idiot. Can you believe it?” He looks at you hopefully. You shake your head, laughing, and pull him by the back of his head, gently kissing his mole under his lower lip.

Kaulitz lifts the corners of his lips. “I don't deserve you, Schatz. You're amazing.. I'm just a piece of trash.”

“Stop it, Bill. Your depression shouldn't affect my attitude towards you in any way. You're wonderful.” You easily lift his black sweater, run your fingers over his protruding ribs.

Bill is painfully thin.. He smiles, wincing slightly at the tickle. “Okay, okay, but I still don't understand how you can love me after all that I've done. You're crazy, Schatz. You're an alien.”

“You've revealed my secret!” You laugh softly and kiss his thin, pale neck, removing his dark dreadlocks so as not to interfere.

Kaulitz lifts you up in his arms, holding you by the buttocks. “Come on! I've been waiting for this for so long! Give me your sweet lips..”

You shake your head and frown. “Bill, I'm fat, don't lift me up.” You kiss his neat nose. You can't kiss, it'll cloud your minds, blow your mind off. You feel like he's putting you on the balcony railing. Dangerous. Nice.

Bill presses his weathered, rough lips to yours, the taste of nicotine and berries in his mouth, the wind blows harder, hugs your shoulders, plays with the hem of your shirt, under which only underwear is. “You and I are such good friends, aren't we?” You're smiling, mocking me again.

You feel Bill kissing your neck, gently but biting. See how his hands are shaking. Just a second ago, you were just standing there and having a heart-to-heart conversation. He kisses you wetly and buries his long fingers in your hair. The night sky is covered with stars, like rhinestones on a black velvet fabric.

You wrap your long legs around his pelvis, wrap your frozen fingers around his neck. He holds you tightly by the waist, preventing you from falling from the tenth floor. Your short hair is blowing in the wind, his eyes are completely black, the pupil overlaps his bright amber iris. Tears are streaming from your eyes, you don't understand why.

He whispers, breathing heavily, “I.. Love you..” Lips are joining, rain and wind are hitting in the face, teeth are trembling from the cold. Your bodies are hot despite the cold outside. The skin touches, burning each other. You can feel him biting your tongue and lips. Heartbeat is pounding in temples, and ears are throbbing. Bill's hands creep under your thin shirt, stroke your delicate skin, he does not leave your lips, kisses are more and more ragged, dirty, wet.

Your chest is heaving. Both of them have wet hair from the rain. Bill looks into your eyes, and.. Smiling. You smile back and hold him close, massage his scalp, catch a sigh from his lips. You drop your head on his shoulder, breathing heavily.. You laugh and kiss his bare collarbone: “Your mom hates me..” She'll definitely yell at him if she sees all those hickeys you gave him.

Bill laughs with you, snuggling closer to himself. “Don't worry,” he starts, playing with your hair. “My mom hates me too. She always hated all my girlfriends. She still wants me to be with that empty-headed blonde from my school, her friend's daughter. But I don't give a fuck.. I'm not doing this for her, but for you.” He hugs you tighter and kisses you on the forehead.

You smile and kiss his plump, bitten lips. “Stop biting them, seriously.”

“I can't, Schatz.” He gently kisses your neck, the touch of his lips makes goosebumps run through your body. His hair tickles your body. Some gloomy passerby shouts at you, calling your actions disgusting and depraved, and that you shouldn't do it, because people see them.

Bill pulls away from your lips, looks at you coldly and gives him his middle finger. He looks back at you and kisses you on the forehead. “Do you want more, Schatz?”

“Pervert.” You kiss his nose. Bill has tongue piercings, eyebrows, septum, and snake bites lips. You gently run your thumb over his lip piercing. “Your mom scolded you for the punctures, didn't she?” You're smiling slyly. Bill gently kisses your finger.

“She tried to stop me, but I'm 19, and I do whatever I want with my body. With her screams, she even gives more reason to disobey.” He lets out a chuckle. Bill's mother thinks you're spoiling him. You have a lot of piercings yourself. He lifts his hands under your shirt and runs his icy fingers over your hot skin.

“By the way.. How's your math score? Does your mom already know?” You stroke his face, kiss his forehead, and remove the strands of hair that get in his way.

“She doesn't know yet. The mother will scream, again. She's always screaming about everything.” He kisses you behind the ear, and softly whispers, “Let's skip school tomorrow? Let's say you're sick. We'll be alone in my room all night. Just you and me..”

“I'd love to, but this will be your fifth absenteeism in a month. You'll be expelled, and your mother will hate me even more.” You smile and laugh briefly, even though it's not really funny at all.

He kisses your whole face. “I don't care. I absolutely don't give a fuck about my mother and my studies, I'm so tired of this shit. The only thing I care about is you. You and my desires. Will you stay with me tomorrow, or are we going to continue our argument all night?”

“I love you.” You're kissing his own plump lips. “But, let's take all the exams for five first, okay? I'll help you fix the deuce. Especially considering that you've already passed 4 exams perfectly! Now pass the math and that's it!” You stroke his hair. “What are you going to do after school?”

He strokes your face and kisses your ear, whispers in a hoarse voice: “I haven't decided yet, I have at least a month ahead of me. But first, I'm going to do some wonderful things with you tonight..”

You smile and slap him on the forehead. “You're good at drawing. Why don't you go to an art academy? Like me.”

He kisses you and squeezes you like you're a toy. Finally he pulls away. “Well, I'll think about it. But I don't know. Maybe I'll accept your offer.”

Three weeks have passed since that day. Bill's mother kicked him out of the house when he told her that he was going to art academy, and not to study medicine, as she wanted. Actually, it was expected, so now he lives with you, in your apartment.

Today is an important day - Bill's graduation. You stand and stare at him when he comes on stage to collect his red diploma for his patience and hard work. You're very proud of him.

He was dressed in a classic black suit, and a dark red tie stood out against his snow-white shirt. Yours, by the way. A short jacket was draped over his shoulders, loose trousers were put on, and he tied his dreadlocks into a low ponytail, not wanting to annoy the director with his appearance even more. He was so incredibly handsome and terribly uninterested in the praise of the director and the many teachers who came out to say their last words to him. Most of the students in the junior, middle and senior grades were crying from the realization that they would not see him again.

His father is standing next to you, and on the other side is Tom, who has already collected his diploma. The mother of the twins did not attend the ceremony, being offended, because besides her, everyone supported your relationship with Bill. His family is very proud of him, looking at him with smiles on their faces.

Bill catches your eye and winks, waving his hand at you. He fascinated you with his appearance. You smile and wave back at him, playfully blowing him a kiss. Bill is embarrassed when he finally picks up his "cherished" diploma, he comes down to you, and you meet him with a large bouquet of white daffodils. He takes your hand, smiling happily, and takes a step back, pulling you in so that you don't interfere with the other graduates and their parents. You rise on tiptoe, you feel his happy, loving gaze on you. He kisses you on the cheek, blushing, and you can hear his sweet laugh for a couple of moments, as if the world ceases to exist around you, as if you are alone in the whole boundless universe. You hear loud screams and applause. The boys from the twelfth grade released a pair of white pigeons into the sky.

“Congratulations, my graduate!” You're smiling.

Bill's father and Tom come up to Bill and hug him tightly, patting him on the shoulder, congratulating him on graduating from high school with excellent grades. Bill smiles sheepishly. Many of his friends and acquaintances also congratulated and said goodbye to him. But his eyes were only on me.

“I did it only because of you, Schatz. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have graduated with good grades.” He kisses your cheekbone with his rough lips, and then you can feel them on your lips.

“I'm proud of you!” You kiss him on the forehead, hugging him tightly.

Time has passed, Bill is already in his second year of fashion design, and you are in your third year of architecture. You're sitting together on the bedroom floor in your cozy little apartment. Bill makes sketches for his new collection of clothes, and you build accurate building plans. Kaulitz leans towards you, keeping his hand on your hip. You see that he uses you as a reference, like a living mannequin.

You stare at him and blush when he looks up at you with his piercing brown eyes. “What are you drawing, Bill?”

“I'm painting you, Schatz. You look like a model.”

You bend over to him and kiss his temple, seeing his satisfied smile. He wraps his long fingers around your face and lowers himself down, kissing your neck, whispering in your ear: “You don't even know how often I draw you.. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. And this beauty exists only for me. You're like a rare diamond that I'm hiding in my hands..”

He kisses your neck again, going down to the hollows of your collarbones, his hands slide up and down your thighs, gently scratching them with his black nails and squeezing, leaving barely visible traces. You smile and kiss his cheeks, stroking them with your thumbs.

“We should not be distracted from our work. The session is coming up, which means that the teachers won't be very happy if they see that we haven't drawn anything yet.” You touch your lips to the mole under his lower lip.

He clicks. “We can't, you're right, but I can't concentrate when you're next to me, honey. Your presence is already making me forget everything. You are my universe.” You can feel his hot lips on your neck, again. He whispers, scorching your thin skin with his hot breath: “My dear..” He kisses you on the line of your lower jaw. “My love.” His lips slide sideways, onto your adam's apple, biting weakly. “My diamond.” He's grabbing your artery with his teeth. “My everything.” He runs a wet path with his tongue. “I love you, Schatz.”

His lips are right next to your ear, his tongue is playing with the auricle, and his lobe with several metal rings is being playfully bitten. A wave of goosebumps envelops your body. You pull him by the back of his head and kiss his sweet, plump lips. You feel him sitting you on his lap, running your fingers over his chest through his black T-shirt, gently massaging his tense, tired shoulders. Bill either sighs or moans, throws his head back, wraps his arms around your waist, running his fingers along your back. His tongue slides between your lips, moistening you better than any lipstick, he lays you back on the cold floor, strewn with your sketchy works. Some of them stay under you, but it's not that fucking important. The only thing that matters to you right now is him. And the works can be redrawn.

Your bodies are pressed against each other, his lips don't leave yours, and you can feel him breathing heavily. He pulls away from you, but he's still holding you tight. He takes off his T-shirt, and you look at his big tattoo on his left side. Beautiful. Your legs were wrapped around his pelvis, your body trembled with anticipation in his arms. He smiles at you tenderly, picks you up in his arms and gently lays you on the bed, taking out a lubricant and condoms from the bedside table. He's kissing you again.

“What would you like to do today, honey? Standard or..” His lips stretch into a twisted grin.

“Pervert..” You lightly pinch his forearm and feel how he roughly turns you over on your stomach, lifting you up, forcing you to arch your back. Bill carefully places several pillows under you, adjusting the height that is comfortable for both of you.

“That's what I'm talking about, Schatz.” He presses his chest against your naked body, biting and kissing the back of your neck. He kisses your ear, bites your earlobe. You can feel the young man descending lower, showering your entire back with kisses and hickeys, leaving traces of his teeth in some places. His belt buckle is cold, metallic, pressed against your belt. Kaulitz sinks lower, you can feel his hot breath below.

Bill bites his buttock, kisses it, and massages the other with his strong hand. His lips slide down the inside of your thighs, to your bent knees and calves. He rises higher again, his lips touching you below. You're trembling with pleasure. He savors it, running his tongue between your labia and collecting moisture, smacking his lips, stroking your thighs and buttocks. His cold tongue piercing touches your clitoris, and with a loud groan, you jump up in bed as if you've been electrocuted. You can hear him chuckle.

Bill kisses slowly, wetly, sucks each crease in turn, and you feel his piercing ball gently sink into the hole, making you sob. Bill slides his hot and damn long tongue into your vagina, making you moan. His tongue slides over the wet walls, draws patterns, rubs the barbell in his tongue. You bury your face in the pillow, sobbing loudly and moving your hips towards it. Bill penetrates you with his fingers, without removing his tongue, and leaves a slap on your buttock as you lean forward, slipping away from him. His fingers spread inside in the manner of scissors, stroking the walls, moving like a wave, while he kisses your back, whispering reassuringly in your ear. You can't make out anything anymore.

“Princess..” His fingers work faster and rougher, penetrating deeper, scratching the walls. You sob loudly and move your hips towards him. You're close to the peak, and Bill knows it. He smiles slyly and slows down terribly much. His lips travel down your spine, leaving wet trails. Soon his fingers leave you altogether, with an indecent squish. Impatiently, you hear his belt buckle rattle and his jeans rustle as he throws them away.

You can feel him opening the lubricant and gently sliding his cold, greased fingers into you. A groan escapes from chest. Bill puts his cock in, sliding slowly and carefully deeper and deeper, making you moan. His hands gently stroke your hips, and he begins his movement. His thrusts are smooth, sensual. Bill carefully pulls your short hair into a ponytail and kisses your neck. You swallowed hard, your adam's apple twitched, and Kaulitz ran his long fingers curiously over it. He squeezed your throat experimentally, and you sob, throwing your head back in pleasure, closing your eyes. You want it to never end.

His thrusts gradually accelerate, the bed starts to creak softly, and Bill thrusts into you more fiercely. With each strong thrust, his hand tightens more noticeably on your neck, pulling more and more moans out of you. His rhythm is frenzied, the skin of his thighs collides with his buttocks, creating indecent slaps, natural lubricant and purchased oil mix and squish. Bill breathes raggedly, occasionally does not hold back and moans, driving his cock deeper, sharper, whispers compliments, kissing and biting hard on your shoulders, his voice occasionally breaks. He slows down abruptly, trying to catch his breath, teasing, barely swinging his hips. Holds you firmly in place, not giving you the opportunity to move back.

“Ask me, honey.. Ask for it, Schatz..” He's breathing heavily, his hands are shaking, squeezing your hips.

“Bill.. Bill, please.. please..”

He smiles contentedly and starts thrusting roughly, squeezing your ass and thighs painfully, moaning. The moment of climax overtakes you at the same time, he abruptly enters you as deeply as possible, and through a thin condom you feel his hot sperm. You're breathing heavily. You feel Bill pick you up in his arms and carry you to the bathroom..

You're both tired but happy, you're lying on Bill's chest, tickling him with your wet hair. His black T-shirt absorbs moisture. You're slowly falling asleep. Your drawings were still lying on the floor.

“Thank you for this wonderful evening, Schatz.” He kisses you on the forehead, smiling like a fool. You kiss the corner of his mouth and bite the guy's lower lip, gently pulling back his piercing and releasing it, fully kissing his plump lips.

“I love you.”

“And I love you more, baby.” He takes your hand and gently kisses your fingers. His lips slide to your wrists, nibbling lightly on the thin skin. You bury your fingers in his damp hair, and you feel yourself finally falling asleep.

The only thing you hear is this.. “Good night, Schatz. You deserve it. I hope you'll see me in your dreams.” He lifts the corners of his lips and you pass out.

Still, it's a good story.

Just about the two of you.

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. :)

I fear I have something inappropriate to say.

Tom's expression.. dilf dilf dilf. And Bill's black short hair, yum. I love this era so bad. Safe to say it's one of my favorite ones!

Perfection, if you ask me

Picture on the left says it all.

He would look much better sitting on my bed

꧁ Love when he s͟i͟t͟s on stage ♥️