My Interest Is Fascinated By The Fact That In Space, In This Universe, There's So Much That Is Unknown,

'Billy is not ok' album;

I haven't heard the fandom talk about it once in the two years I've been listening to Tokio Hotel, I fear it's terribly underrated.

☆ It's such a good one though, all the songs are amazing, specially 'Odds are agaisnt us'. They all have such a summer/going through a heartbreak vibe to it. It's clear Bill put so much love into this project back then.

☆ I heard there was an official website before, where it sold a vinyl with 'Love don't break' as long as I know of, and a beautiful artbook. (here are some pics) But I don't know if there has been an actual release of the album, I can't find it anywhere.

| ͜ᩘ❀༘ࣧ Do y'all know anything about it?

I don't like the typical beauty standards this society forces us into, instead I search for something unique and unusual like you☆

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.

|Bill & Tom's BTK app ━╋

Y'all get into my community or I'll be real upset!

And add things too, whatever it is! a picture, unpopular opinion, a silly thought.. be unhinged, I give y'all permission :)

- Tom fic coming soon btw...

︶︶⊹ ୨ Stars in his eyes ᦏ🌟᪔

SO REAL OMG

I WANT TO EAT BILL ALONG WITH THE BONES

꧁ I'd swallow Poison —If it Tasted like You. 🐈‍⬛

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.