liz

Your boyfriend, Tom, had always had the reigns in bed when it came to you. He liked the feeling of being in control, and he was super possessive towards you. You had always been so obedient and good for him, always feeding into his fantasies and letting him use you whenever he needed. You let him have complete control over you and your body in bed because you knew it made him feel good.

But lately you had been having fantasies of your own, imagining what it would be like if the roles were reversed. You were afraid to admit you were turned on by the image of him under you, begging with tears streaming down his face, just as he does to you. You were sure that he would immediately turn down the idea, but you wanted to test your luck either way. You were prepared to do whatever it took to see how pretty your boyfriend would look underneath you.

"No." Before you had even finished your sentence, you were met with your answer. "But please!" you looked at him with pleading eyes, doing your best to make him crumble with your puppy dog eyes. "I said no, you aren't gonna make me your little slut." He said, his gaze stern and trained onto your eyes. You huffed with defeat, but still your spirits were not entirely crushed. You came into this having more than one idea, of course.

For the entire week when you two had sex, you had tried to sneakily find your way on top of him, doing anything in your power to land a spot on top. But Tom was unrelenting. It always ended with him harshly slapping your ass, calling you a 'slut' and roughly fucking you into overstimulation. But you still hadn't given in. I mean, even if your attempts were in vain, he had been fucking you so good this week. It was fun to rile him up.

One day you came up to him with a bashful look, already making him put his guard up, having gotten used to your antics by now. "Please, lemme ride you Tom.." You looked up at him, your arms behind your back. You knew he was always weak to your gaze, and this seemed innocent enough, right? He stared at you for a few seconds, contemplating. You had been trying to pull shit on him throughout this entire week, so he had to be careful. Your offer did sound very appealing, though. Watching your tits bounce up and down as your struggled to ride him, tears streaming down your face, ruining your makeup did sound hot as fuck.

So he caved.

But what he was not expecting was how you were putting your whole heart and soul into taking his cock, not faltering or giving him time to catch his breath. He knew you knew the role you were meant to play, and you knew that he knew you were purposefully not doing just that. He had fallen into your trap, all because he wanted himself a good ride. He had failed to take into account just how well you could take his dick in reality, like you were made for him.

So here you were, tits bouncing in his face, your hands carding through his hair, and dirty words falling from your mouth. You felt and looked heavenly, and he was struggling to keep his mind in tact. He was trying to resist the pleasure, to maintain his dominance over you.

He should've known that the moment you sat on his aching cock was the moment he had succumbed to you, and honestly with the way your pussy was gripping him, the angles he was hitting in this position, he considered why he hadn't let you do this before.

He was trying his hardest to contain his moans and whimpers, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of knowing that you were making him feel so good, especially when you were the one in charge. He didn't want to show you that you had proved him right, that sometimes it felt good to let go and let you do all the work for once.

He scowled at you "I-is that all you got? Huh?" You just laughed at him a little bit, looking at him with a lustful gaze. You could tell by his stutter that you were so close to winning. So, you leaned in and took the shell of his ear with your teeth, making him shiver by such a subtle touch. "Wanna say that again?" you whispered in a tone full of want, almost daring him to. Right after you said that, you completely lifted yourself off his cock, both of you wincing at the loss of contact before slamming your hips back down onto him. This finally got him as he moaned out a borderline pornographic moan. He looked so pretty like this, you thought.

After this moment you had total control over him, and you definitely used this to your advantage. You rode his dick like you would never feel him again, whines slipping from his lips as you clenched around him. It took a lot to hold yourself back as every once in a while his tip would hit a certain spot inside you, making your legs tremble and almost give out. You were determined to make him cum inside of you while you were the one in charge, and you also wanted to see how much you could get away with.

His hands found their way up to your tits, and you swatted him away, making him whine out a "Please- wanna touch you..." you gave him a look of faux sympathy "Hm? Do you really think you've been good enough for that? Do you think you've been a good boy?" You felt his cock twitch inside of you at the pet name, making your heart beat faster at the effect you had on him. It was then he truly let you treat him how he treats you, responding the way you would have. "No... P-please, wanna be a good boy for you. Show you how much of a g-good boy I can be.." You blushed hard at his words, and you could practically feel the hearts in your eyes as your stared at your boyfriend and listened to his words.

Feeling satisfied at his words, you picked up your pace, rocking your hips against his faster. He started to move from moans to straight up whimpers and whines, having lost all control. It felt so good to let you be in control. He moved his hands up to toy with your nipples, rubbing and pinching at them and making your head tip back as you rode him. "Ah!" he moaned loudly, and you could tell by his body language and how his cock twitched against your walls that he was nearing release.

But you wanted to play with him a little more, still feeling mildly unsatisfied. You lifted your hips off of him again, making him whine out. He looked up at you, confused. "Beg for it." His eyes widened a little bit, his face reddening. "W-what?" He didn't believing that you were asking him to beg. "Beg for my pussy. You really want it? Beg." He was so close to release, and he felt like if he didn't cum inside of you right that instant he was going to die. So he gave in. "Please! Wanna feel you around me, wanna cum inside your perfect pussy. Please, please, please..." Hearing him chant your name and pleas towards you made you heat up, God he was so fucking sexy. You decided not to prolong his torture, because you too wanted to cum.

You lined up with him again, slamming onto him. That time your legs seriously almost gave out, and the pleasure was starting to catch up with you. Your vision started to go blurry, but you were determined to finish the job.

You moved your mouth to his neck as you bit and sucked at the spot, painting it shades of purple and red. He groaned at your touch, his orgasm finally washing over him. His abdomen clenched as he came inside you, releasing a large load into your walls. His body shook with pleasure as probably the most intense orgasm he had ever had zapped through his body. His hand came up to card through your hair as your hips slowed, your mouth still latched to his neck, determined to mark him as yours.

After his orgasm washed through him his mind slowly drifted back down to reality as he realized what you had so mischievously gotten him to do. His hand came down to your chin, tugging you away from his neck. You looked at him with a sly smile "Soo...?" you were waiting for him to admit you had been right, that it did feel good to submit. Instead, he lifted your hips off of him and flipped you onto your back.

"Now you're really gonna fuckin' get it."

Okay, so vampires are definitely real. And this one is definitely fuckin' hot. Well how could you not think he was hot? He currently had you bare and splayed out for him on his dark red sheets, the black walls of the room blocking out all light except the light radiating off his pale face. He was hovering over you, his black locks loose over his face. He was delicately running his open mouth over your skin, inhaling your sweet scent.

It all started when you entered his castle, his territory. As soon as you stepped foot in this place you also became his territory. Having been caged up in this place for decades, his body was overcome with an insatiable hunger as soon as his primal eyes met yours. You were swiftly brought up to his bedroom, leaving little time to chat. It was then you decided your next hours alive (or maybe not) were going to spent getting your brains fucked out by this vampire.

Your legs were folded back at the knees, your legs spread as he huffed in your scent. He trailed down your abdomen, stopping once he reached your clothed pussy. He inhaled with a sultry groan, shivering as he did so. It was then he looked up at you, locking eyes with you once more. "You want this, don't you? Stepping inside my territory like a little whore, you must want to slut yourself out for me, no?" You had in fact been pretty well covered when you stepped in, but you assumed his touch starved self didn't have the brain power to comprehend that. "Y-yes..." you whined. This felt so out of character for you, almost as if you had been put under some sort of hypnotic spell by his eyes. They felt like a portal to another dimension, one where only lust for him existed. He barely let you finished your stuttered word before he ripped your panties off, leaving your bare pussy exposed to his hungry eyes. You shivered at how he looked at your cunt like it was a meal, one he was getting ready to ravished.

And he did. Before you knew it, you were at the mercy of his relentless tongue, prodding into you and lapping at your clit. His fangs ever so often brushed against your sensitive folds, and you were reminded that at any moment he might actually take a bite out of you. This fact only seemed to make you leak even more, getting wetter by the second. He drank up your juices like they were the last drops of water he would ever receive. As you looked down at him you could see his heavily dilated pupils, staring into your eyes like he was a wolf devouring prey.

You tried to contain your moans, instead opting to whine and make choked out sounds ever once in a while. In the back of your almost-thoughtless head you were afraid that if you moaned for him, shamelessly letting your voice echo, he would mark you as his. And you weren't all sure what that would entail.

You could feel your orgasm impending by the way his nose would ever so often nudge onto your clit. As he used his tongue to reach deeper and deeper inside of your cunt, it was then you released his tongue piercing. The cold metal contrasting against the warmth of his tongue made you shudder, making it impossibly hard to contain your noises. His moans vibrated into your cunt, making your back arch off the sheets like a black cat, blending perfectly into the decor of his black & red room.

Right as you were about to cum all over his tongue, he swiftly pulled away. The loss of stimulation left you a whining mess. It was then you made the dire mistake of biting deeper into your lip to contain your noises, breaking the skin and letting small drops of blood flood down your chin. He had no self control to hold back as he leapt for your chin, licking up the blood that left your lip with only the tip of his tongue before sucking onto your bottom lip. You could feel his length grow against your stomach, and you blushed madly at feeling him get turned on at the sight of your blood.

He let out a small breathy chuckle "Did you honestly think I would let you cum? After you contained your noises? The noises that belong to me?" You finally let out a moan at his words "Please!" You weren't exactly sure what you were begging for, but all of your senses were being overwhelmed. It truly felt as if you were in a trance as you stared up at the glittering ceiling of the bedroom. "Please what? You want more?" He mocked as he ran his tongue down your jaw, laughing slightly at your desperation. You nodded your head frantically, wanting to feel more of him. "If that's what you want, say my name. Let everyone know who's making you feel good." You looked at him with blown eyes, awaiting him to reveal his name to you. "Bill," You didn't hesitate to scream out his name as he dove back into your pussy.

Your cunt was aching, your thighs begging to close in around his head at the merciless pleasure you were receiving. The room was filled with your mewls bouncing off the walls, echoing into Bill's ears and fueling his lust. Your noises drove him to work your poor pussy harder, adding fingers into your hole as he toying with your clit using his tongue. Your hands reached down to his scalp to pull at his hair.

"M-ah!" The pleasure you were receiving was almost unbearable, his long fingers pressing just the right spots within you. You were once more teetering towards the edge of bliss, you pussy clenching around his fingers. It's only taken him the time since you entered his castle to learn you like the back of his hand, memorizing the inside of your cunt with his fingers and the sounds of your moans with his ears. Your cunt was puffy and pulsing with desire, and you let out a moan of his name. "Bill! Gonna cum-!"

Right as those words left your mouth he pulled away again, leaving you a sobbing mess. He payed no mind to you, merely admiring his work of your glistening folds. He inhaled your scent as you wept at the loss of another orgasm, tears streaming down your cheeks. He ran his nose against your thigh, inhaling your scent once again.

His cock was hard, impossibly hard. It was aching at your scent, and your sweet noises weren't helping his situation. He decided to indulge in a little pleasure for himself, smelling of your inner thighs until he picked up on a scent he desired. He blocked out your cries and pleas as he sunk his fangs down into the plush of your thigh, drawing blood to the air before sucking it back in with his mouth. You screamed with pleasure filled pain as he moaned against your thigh. He sucked at your thigh some more before rubbing the flat part of his tongue against it, moaning out once more before releasing his load onto the sheets. Your mind was too hazy and under a hypnotic-like state to register much of another besides the feeling of his tongue, the pleasure it brought, and the pain.

You chanted out his name "Bill, Bill, Bill," anything at all to try and get him to give more attention to your aching core. Once Bill had finished releasing and pleasuring himself, he decided you had been good enough and deserved some pleasure of your own. Most women he had tried this with had screamed with agony, doing anything at all to get away from him. His sharp teeth just weren't for them.

"Good fucking girl" He spoke out in a low, groggy tone. He focused his eyes onto your cunt again, before attacking it with his mouth again. He slurped up your juices before bringing his fingers up to pump in and our of you at a brutal pace, his mouth latching onto your clit and sucking on it. You screamed out his name, egging him on. You used your hands to claw at his sheets, the pleasure being brought by his tongue completely encompassing you. He made sure you felt completely owned by him, totally below him. He had decided that if cumming around his tongue is what you wanted, you would get just that and more. Who was he to leave you unsatisfied when you had been so good for him?

Your legs were trembling, completely at his mercy as you felt your orgasm building up yet another time. This time it felt much faster, the heat in your core heating up your entire body. His fingers were hitting ever spot in you just right, and your entire body was succumbing to pleasurable pain as you sprayed all over his face, your back arching impossibly higher. Your back ached and your entire body shook with the intensity of your delayed orgasm.

You were moaning choked out screams as Bill didn't lessen his brutal, inhumane pace into your cunt. It was almost as if your noises and squirt only made him want to go faster. No human would be able to move their fingers in and out of you at the pace he was. Your eyes looked up at the ceiling, dots invading your vision. You felt like at any moment you might pass out as you released against him once more. He hungrily lapped up all you had to offer, groans bouncing off against your folds. His hands came up to press against your waist as you continued to moan, and he only continued to get faster. "T-too much! Slower!" You were barely able to form those simple words, your mind turned to mush as the lines blurred between your orgasms, slowly being unable to tell when one started and one ended. The bliss and pain you were receiving were unbearable.

It seems he didn't take into account the fragile nature of the human mind and body, as you passed out. Collapsing from the overstimulation, your body fell against the plush comforter of his bed. He looked up at you to study your face, his lower face covered in blood from your thigh and slick from your spent pussy.

He crawled over you, hovering over your body taking in the scent of your sleeping form. He reached your face, huffing in your scent like it was a drug. He moved his nose down to your neck before latching onto it, a zap of electricity being sent down his spine as he did so. He left the signature dots against your neck, his eyes closing as he inhaled the smell of your blood, marking his territory.

"Mine."

"Ugghh" You heard your boyfriend enter the your shared apartment with a very exasperated groan. You giggled to yourself as you sat comfortably on your coach, waiting for him to make his way toward you. At this point it was like a ritual, you waited for him at home after his oh so "hard" days and you made sure he felt loved. Today had obviously been quite tough. "Heyy.." Rutger said, the end of his word leading off into a sigh."Hey baby, have you had a super wonderful day today?" You said with obvious ssrcasm. He gave you a particularly harsh side eye before planting himself on the couch next to you, making a starfish stance with his limbs and effectively invading your personal space. Not that you minded. "What's wrong? Something happen?" you inquire, genuine concern lacing your tone. "Nahh, nothing real specific. Just sore is all." You reached your hand out to trace your fingers down his arm. "I can help you with that, baby. But first you should probably get up, you're all up in my space!" Your giggles filled the room as he purposefully shuffled his body closer and closer to you until he moved the wrong way and went splat against the carpet. "Oh my God! Are you okay?" You spoke, still slightly giggling. "All good," Your boyfriend half-groaned, lifting a thumbs up to further ensure you. Right as he began to pull his hand down, he grabbed your leg and pulled you on top of him in a swift motion. I mean, he IS pretty strong. "What the hell!?" You yelped with faux anger. Rutger took this as a chance to poke a little fun at you "What the hell!?" He squeaked in a dramatically high pitched voice, intending to playfully mock you. You swatted at his chest for his cruelty. "Do you want me to help you with those sore muscles or not?" His eyed widened at your words "Wait, wait! I'm sorry. You're the best partner ever." He said, putting emphasis on those last three words. He laughed at his own words before standing up and helping you up from the floor as well. "Okay now sit your ass down on the couch." "Okay, okay." He said before plopping down on the couch, pivoting himself to the side. At this point you knew what he was telling you, he always had problems with his back being sore so he was going ahead and silently telling you what he wanted. You sat yourself so you were facing his back, and you lifted his shirt up over his head to have better access to his back. He lifted his arms up to make it easier for you. Throwing his cotton shirt over to the side, you began pressing your fingers up against the upper part of his back, trying to find where he was sore. He thought it was funny to make you guess where to massage him instead of directly telling you. You were under the impression it was just some silly joke, truthfully he liked melting into your touch. Your soft fingers finally pressed up against a point on the middle part of his back, making him let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. You pressed against the point a bit harder, massaging it with three of your fingers. You stretched the skin around there under it started to turn red, basking in his satisfied sighs of letting the stress of his day be taken away by you. Before you moved onto his lower back you got up, "One minute baby." Rutger let out an exaggerated groan, before falling forward and letting the side of his head rest on the arm of the sofa. You came back after a moment with a washcloth you had ran under hot water. "Here, this'll help." He decided not to get up from his comfortable laying position, already feeling a bit drowsy. You placed the washcloth on his upper back before sitting back down again. He hummed, satisfied "Thanks, baby." You let out an "Mhm" before shifting your attention to the lower part of his back. You knew Rutger like the back of your hand, and you knew typically all of his lower back was sore. So, you focused on massaging all of his lower back, rubbing circles around his skin trying to ease the knots in it. Rutger looked so peaceful in your presence, and every once in a while he would let out a small sigh of relief.

He honestly didn't know how he got so lucky with you. It took a certain type of person to put up with his antics and pamper him like this. You had spent a solid 20 minutes massaging his back, about to ask him if he was sore anywhere else. That's when you noticed his peacefully sleeping body and subtle snores. You smiled to yourself before gently lifting his legs up to rest on the couch and took the washcloth from off his neck, not wanting it to get colder over time snd make him sick. You grabbed the plush blanket thrown over the back of your couch to lay over him. You chose to sit with him as he slept, watching his soundly sleeping form before you fell into a sleep of your own.

"What the hell do you mean there's not enough rooms?! I paid for two!" your patience was wearing thin with the poor desk attendant who claimed there was a "room shortage for the holidays". Bullshit. "Ma'am, I've already explained this to you. We overbook expecting some cancelations. It's better for business this way." The woman at the desk was making sure to keep her distance from you. Your stance looked like you were about to leap over the desk and pounce on her at any second now. "Good for business-!?" You were cut short by none other than Tom Kaulitz, your cheating ex-boyfriend, lightly grasping your arm, afraid that if he put too much pressure you might seriously swing at him. You gave him the nastiest glare, he swore it pierced his soul. "Hey, there's no use in yelling at this poor lady. Let's just go to our room. It'll only be a night. I can sleep on the floor." He spoke in a gentle tone, this managed to ease your nerves a bit. You removed your sprawled hands from the desk, giving the desk attendant one final glare. You were also not too thrilled that he took her side. You grabbed your key and made your way to the elevator, Tom trailing behind.

You and Tom hadn't spoken a word since getting to your room. It truly was a small, one bed hotel room. Right when you set your bag down on the (quite hard) couch, you flopped down onto it with a exaggerated groan. "Okay I think you need to calm down. I get it, you would rather not be doing this. But can't you take a day to-" You quickly cut him off, still angry with him. You were angry he had the nerve to tell you of all to "calm down". This made your anger bubble back up. "Calm down? Calm down?! How am I supposed to calm down when you're here? How am I supposes to calm down after what you did to me!? I don't want to fucking hear it from you. Go back downstairs and sleep with the little hotel girl from earlier since you like to take her side so much. Not that you ever took my side." Okay, admittedly you were being pretty petty, but you didn't care. Not when the events that transpired were so recent. About 1 month ago you caught Tom at a bar giggling with another girl because apparently he hadn't realized that's the bar you were having your girls night at. You screamed at him, threw a drink at his face, and hadn't spoken to him since. Tom stared at you for a second, he was trying to let you be angry at him. Because truthfully, he shouldn't have been so sneaky when he honestly wasn't doing anything wrong. He was at that bar to catch up with his brothers wife, but mentioning that fact would probably make you begin to spiral even more. He really didn't want another drink in his face. So, for now he decided to let you scream and yell at him all you wanted, even if the words you spoke couldn't be farther from the truth.

It had been about 5 minutes of you yelling, and you were now laying on the bed quite literally sobbing your little heart out. You couldn't take it, all of your pent up emotions were bursting out and making an ugly mess of you. You thought about how this was probably the reason why he decided to cheat on you. Tom just sat on the edge of the bed, lightly stroking your thigh. You apparently hadn't noticed, but your body was subconsciously leaning into his touch. Once your rapid breathing had slowed and your tears dried up leaving dried makeup streaks on your face, he finally spoke. "I didn't cheat on you." You almost laughed, "What?" He drew in a large breath before he continued, still treading lightly. "You never gave me a chance to talk. But trust me, I don't blame you. Please hear me out on this." Once he had gotten your silent sign of approval, he slowly continued, "That woman? That was my Bills wife. She was just in the area, and I wanted the chance to catch up with her. Ask her how things were going. All I talked about was you, every single question she had, the answer was always you. She even recorded a video on my phone for you of her saying hi. Please, believe me. I know I shouldn't have been so secretive, I know that's my fault. But just please. Here's the video." Tom pulled out his phone to show you the video of who you now noticed was Bill's wife in that same exact bar saying hi to you, and explaining how she hoped all was well with you.

Right after the video ended, your heart dropped so low as you looked up at him it almost fell out of your ass. I mean, you had met Bill's wife before, but you hadn't gotten a good glimpse of her at the bar. Only of the back of her head. You knew she was a nice woman, and you were starting to realize that you probably should've let Tom explain himself instead of throwing a drink in his face. But when he pulled the "Baby, it's not what it looks like" line, you almost lunged at him.

This whole thing just added more on top of the emotions you were already feeling, and you began to cry again. "Tom," you shook out as you pulled him into an embrace, finally being able to feel him again "I'm sorry." You swear you had never held onto anything so tight in your life, and he was seriously about to crush you as well. But it didn't really matter. All that mattered was, yeah, you both fucked up but at least you still had each other. That night was a long night of exchanging explanations, and setting up boundaries as to how to deal with situations like this again. As well as how to work on managing your emotions...

It was getting pretty late, and you had just came out of the shower to find Tom laying down on the small couch. "Are you serious? You don't have to do that... Come sleep with me." Tom turned over to look at you, a bit surprised you could forgive so quickly. That had never been apart of your personality. But he was exempt from this, he assumed. "You sure? If you don't-" You stopped him, "I'm sure." and gave him a sweet smile. The both of you crawled into bed, and got into the position you normally get into. He placed the side of his face on your breasts and you used one of your hands to play with his hair, feeling him relax into you. He whispered out a small "I love you" that you almost didn't catch. To let him know you heard him, you craned your neck down and pulled him into a sweet kiss. Well, the kiss started sweet.

Tom had been left to just his hand, lotion, and some shitty magazines for way too long now. He missed you. A lot. What was supposed to be a simple sweet kiss now had your back to him and him aggressively thrusting his cock into you. You let out a string of moans, trying to stabilize yourself by putting your hands on his thighs. His chest was flush with your back, and his thrusts were relentless. "Tom!" He knew you loved this angle, it allowed you to feel every inch of him buried deep inside you. "Yeah? That feel good, y/n?" One of his hands came down to rub at your clit. "Think I've given you enough time to throw your little tantrum, gotta put whores like you back in their place." His minstrations had you a moaning mess, and you could already feel your orgasm flatly approaching. "Ah-! P-please!" Your pussy clenched tightly around him, a sign he knew you were about to cum. Right when your soft walls began to flutter he completely stopped all motion. "W-what?" You were confused, and you whined at the loss of stimulation. "You forget? Brats like you have to ask nicely to cum. Then I'll consider." He landed a harsh slap on both cheeks of your ass, causing you to his. "Im sorry! Please! Please make me cum!" He rubbed over both red marks, attempting to slightly soothe them before beginning his pace again. This time, he was impatient. He flipped you over onto your back, sprawling you out onto the bed before he pushed in and out of you at a fast pace. You could feel every vein on his cock at this angle, and his tip was practically brushing up against your cervix. The painful pleasure was almost too much, and you just barely remembered to ask to cum. "P-please, can I cum? Please, please please..." You were just babbling nonsense at this point, which made him laugh at the leverage he had over you. He leaned down, nipping the shell of your ear before he said "Cum for me, baby" and that was all the clearance you needed before you gushed all over his cock with a high pitched moan. All of your limbs twitched as he helped you ride out your high, your mind melting back down to earth. Your brain was still fuzzy, and you didn't catch how Tom leaned over to open the beside drawer, pulling out a small bullet vibrator. Once he waved it over top of you, your eyes widened. You obviously could think enough to understand what you were about to be subjected to, but not enough to question why it was in that drawer.

"Please" You mewled put, not sure if you were begging for him to use it on you or begging him not to. Either way, he turned it on, using it on the lowest setting as he rubbed it over your nipples. "Mh!" You let out a satisfied grunt at the stimulation being pressed to your nipples. Tom always worshipped every part of your body, and tonight he had neglected your nipples. The attention they were now receiving left you wanting more. You relaxed, parting your legs and letting the spread across the roughness of the hotel sheets. Tom trailed the small vibrator down the valley of your stomach, towards your already swollen clit. "Yeah, take it like the good slut you are. Just my cumdump, aren't you?" You nodded your head in agreement, making the best "Mhm" sound you could with how fried your brain was. You both knew this wasn't true. If you both were being completely honest, he was at your mercy. Tom pressed the vibrator up against your clit, and immediately started thrusting back into you. "Ah! Wait! T-Tom! Too much!" He laughed at you almost mockingly "You can do it. My sweet baby can do it." The way his tone could change at the drop of a hat only turned you on even more, and his sugar coated words coaxed you on to obeying him. "Ok... ok, just for -fuck- you." "Yeah, thats what I fucking thought." It didn't take too much longer for you to reach your high, and by the way you were squeezing him he knew, too. Tom decided you'd been through enough tonight and let you off easy this time. "My baby gonna cum on my cock? Come on, make a mess on me. Cum with me." Those words immediately flipped the switch inside of you, letting your pussy twitch around him and gush everywhere, making a mess all over his abdomen. Tom thrusted into you as deep as he could possibly go before cumming inside you. "Yeah, gonna take all the cum I give you." And you did, you took every last drop, squeezing him to milk him for everything he was worth.

The night ended with an exchange of soft kisses, giggles, whispers of sweet nothings, and a hot bath to ease your poor muscles. You might need a wheelchair for tomorrow.

Before you two left, Tom left a note on the bed thanking the hotel room attendant for bluffing for him, and left her some extra cash. He also apologized for the mess.

Bill Kaulitz with a daddy kink would... Tease you relentlessly when he first finds out, halting his motions to the words that had slipped out of your mouth. He would tease you nonstop, not moving another inch until you said it again. He claimed he didn't hear you, but the way he was twitching inside you told another story.

"C'mon, speak up. I'm not movin' again until you told me what you said, darling."

Bill Kaulitz with a daddy kink would... Refuse to respond to any other name during sex, even punishing you when you slipped. He could be so mean! Once you had accidentally moaned out his real name, and he ate you out for so long you nearly passed out. You couldn't complain, though. His tongue is heavenly.

"Hm? What was that? It's Daddy to you, slut. Since you have such a hard time remembering things, I'm gonna fuck you so hard with my tongue you won't be able to remember anything at all."

Bill Kaulitz with a daddy kink would... Use it to his advantage, obviously. When you've been especially bad he'll use it to humiliate you, insisting you call him daddy in public spaces where others might hear. If you don't, he'll give you the best backshots of your life in the nearest public restroom. So mean!

"Aw, does my princess not want everyone to know what a slut she is? That it? Well that's just too bad, because I'm gonna make sure everyone hears your sweet noises."

Bill Kaulitz with a daddy kink would... Always make sure to pleasure you in any way you want, making sure you never forget how much he needs you. How much he worships you. He'll always be there to take care of you, as long as you're his good girl.

"Yeah that's -fuck- it, just like that. You're such a good girl. Daddy's good girl."

Bill Kaulitz with a daddy kink would... Buy a mug that says "Best Dad Ever" even when he has no kids.

Beep Beep Beep

Three beeps, indicating the call was over. (Or moreover that he had hung up on you) You tapped your phone again to check the time.

4:26 A.M.

You were still trying to wrap your mind around everything that had just happened. I mean, Bill is supposed to be your best friend. You didn't think 'best friends' were supposed to be on the phone at night making each other cum. You remembered the words he'd said right before he hung up "...why don't you come over and see how well you can take my cock?"

Those words rung through your head, making your heart rate speed up and the ache in your core return. Your hand began to slide down your stomach subconsciously, the aching outweighing the sensitivity of your prior orgasm. Right before your hand reached your pulsing cunt, you decided to consider his offer again. I mean, what was the worst that could happen? He was obviously into you, and taking into account how you just drenched your perfectly good bedsheets to the sound of him was probably an indicator that you were into him too.

And honestly, if he could make you squirt just by his voice, the thought of what he could do with his cock had you rubbing your thighs together all over again.

Against your better judgement, you slid your silk nightgown down (which had remained unscathed surprisingly?) and slid a pair of panties on before grabbing your keys and heading out.

It took you a surprisingly short amount of time to reach his place. Maybe due to the fact that you were practically flooring it in anticipation. Being faced with his front door, you quickly thought about the consequences of what you were about to do again. About to take a second to contemplate, the universe apparently decided for you because the door swung open.

"Hey, sweetheart. Decide to take me up on my offer, huh?"

Your heart thrummed in your chest as you took in the sight before you. His hair was slightly dishelved, but still absolutely fucking gorgeous, and his face was dusted with the prettiest shade of pink. He was wearing a black shirt, and apparently decided against pants as he was leaving little to the imagination with how his obvious boner was poking through his boxers.

Feeling vulnerable with how his eyes were practically stripping you and fucking you right there, you mumbled a small "Y- yeah.." and chose to avert his gaze. "Aw, c'mon princess, you don't have to be like that. You think I can't see how your thighs are clenching? I can tell how bad you want this. Now come inside so I can fuck you so hard you won't be able to overthink, or even think at all." He shuffled a little to the side allowing you space to walk in. You drew in a large sum of air, trying to clear your mind. You looked up at him and he gave you a comforting smile, which was all you needed to pick your feet up and walk through the door.

Knocking the air out of your lungs, he spun you around with one arm, keeping it on your lower back so you wouldn't get hurt, and pushed you up against the door. With his other he basically slammed the door shut. You didn't have any time to think about what was going on before he was viciously attacking any skin on your neck and chest. You made a mental note to buy some concealer for tomorrow after you left.

Working his way up your jawline, peppering kisses and biting your skin, he let out subtle groans. The noises he made made you impossibly more wet, and you honestly didn't think you could take the teasing after the show he gave you about an hour ago. You let out a little whimper when you felt his hard cock press against your leg "Please... t- take me." You swore you could feel him twitch beneath you. "Yeah? That's what you want princess? You sure?" You blushed at his consideration for consent, as if you had practically forgot who you were about to get fucked by. "Yes! Please! Just fuck me!" He scoffed at your impatience, as if his cock wasn't twitching at your words. "Patience, darling. I've barely gotten started with you." With that, he picked you up bridal style and walked with you towards his bedroom.

Closing the bedroom door with one foot, he almost threw you onto his bed. You noticed how is bedsheets were clean, which was honestly a bit surprising. He made his way to the foot of the bed, before climbing towards you and hovering over you. He brushed his cool fingers against your cheekbone, making you blush. "Hey pretty girl" He whispered into the shell of your ear. The name made you let out a soft whimper, and you could hear him try to contain a groan in the back of his throat. "Fuck, do you know what you do to me? What you've always done to me?" The last part came out just above a whisper, and all you could do was lie there, awaiting what he had planned for you. Bill quickly lifted his shirt off his head, clearly having waited long enough. In no more than a couple seconds he was completely naked, vulnerable for your eyes to completely take him in. To devour him, just like he was about to do with you. He stroked his completely erect cock three times, letting out a subtle moan with each one. Then, he focused his attention completely on you. And thank God he did, because his actions had you practically panting with want.

Bill took more time with you, wanting to be gentle. It was almost as if he didn't want to break you. He slowly lifted your nightgown up, exposing your bare breasts to him. His hands came up to massage them, twisting and rubbing your peaked nipples. You were beginning to become frustrated with how much time he was taking. You didn't want him to be gentle. You wanted him to fuck your brains out. "Bill... P-please just fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard!" He looked a little taken aback by your words. "Hm, such filthy words from such a pretty mouth. But how could I say no to you? You've been so good to me." It didn't take him long to basically rip your (quite nice) panties off. He took a second to admire your cunt and the way it gushed for him, running a finger through your folds making you gasp. But he wanted to follow your instructions, wanted to please you.

Because you were so wet from your little phone call with him not too long ago, Bill decided you were prepped enough. He flipped you onto your side and laid down on his side behind you. He traced his fingers down your hips before slotting his cock between your legs and abruptly pistoning himself into you, making you cry out. "Ah!" Bill chuckled a little bit at how your body reacted to him. "Fuck, you have such a perfect pussy. I know you've been thinking about this for a while now, thinking about me." He didn't give you much time to adjust to his large length before fucking into you at a brutal pace, trying to find that spot in you that would have you a crying mess. You became suddenly a bit self conscious about how much noise you were making, and how he wasn't making nearly as much noise. You covered your mouth with your hand in an attempt to muffle your sounds. This was to no avail, as Bill immediately caught on. "Ah ah, princess. Needa let me hear your sweet sounds. Needa hear just how much of a whore you are for me." The sudden transition from his sweet petnames to him calling you his whore had you clenching around his cock. "Yeah? You like that? Like when I call you my little slut? Is that what you want? To be my little -Fuck- cumdump?" You whimpered out a meek "Yes!" And he suddenly found the strength to push his cock into you even harder, finding that spot in you that had you crying out his name every time he hit it. Feeling the way your pussy spasmed around him, he reached down in between your legs to rub figure 8's around your clit. He took his other hand to play with the flesh of your breasts, not wanting any part of your body to be untouched by him. "Gonna -shit- cum for me? Go on, cum around my cock like the slut you are." It didn't take too long with how he was touching you and his filthy words to making you cum on his cock with a scream of his name. Your visions was blurry around the edges, and you were practically drooling with the intensity of your orgasm. Bill flipped you over onto your back and began fucking you at an ungodly pace that no human should be able to move at. "Bill! Wait- Ah! I'm sensitive!" This didn't stop him "Don't give me that. I know t-that you can fucking take it. Be a good whore for me." The overstimulation was driving you mad, and you could already feel another orgasm building up in between your legs. You couldn't form coherent thoughts let alone words as Bill shot his cum deep inside you with a large thrust. Soon after you also came with a loud cry, not bothering to stop the tears rolling down your pink dusted cheeks.

"You did so good for me. So fucking good for me." You cringed as he pulled out, hating the feeling of being suddenly empty. He began to walk away to get some water and some pain medication that you would probably find useful for your soreness. "Wait- don't leave." He grinned at you before pulling himself up, "Don't worry, I'll be right back." and he walked out the door.

It felt like an eternity before he was back, but he did return as he promised with some ice cold water and some over the counter pain meds. "Here you go, beautiful. You doin' alright? Did you enjoy that?" He spoke gently as he laid back down beside you. "Enjoy it? Bill, you just fucked my brains out. Don't think I'll be walking for a couple days." He smiled at you while he trailed his fingers down your stomach.

"Guess that means I have you to myself for a couple days then too, huh?"

You heave in a large amount of air, your body shooting up from its once peaceful resting spot. Your eyes frantically survey your room, and you clutch the silky smoothness of your nightgown as you attempt to collect your thoughts. Just a dream, it was just a dream you repeat in your head as you feel the cool air of your fan, the sweat on your forehead slowly dissipating. The attempt to calm yourself seemed to be working for your mind, but not so much your body. Your heart was still beating at a fast pace, and your ears still had a subtle ring. Deciding that trying to get some sleep on your own would be futile, you slowly reached for your phone.

3:38 A.M.

You weren't sure if your best friend, Bill, would pick up his phone but decided that it was more likely he would. He would do almost anything for you and you knew that. You found comfort in his presence, from his subtle sweet touches to his kind words. He was always there for you. You searched through the sea of your contacts before finding his number, giving it one final thought before pressing the Call button.

Ring, ring. Two full rings before he picks up.

"Hello?"

His voice sounded husky, like you had just awoken him from what might've been the best sleep of his life. Feeling guilty about this quite obvious realization you muster up a meek "Hi," and you begin to question if this was actually a good idea. I mean, it isn't like you've never been vulnerable with him before, but this time seemed so much different.

You couldn't tell what it was that was off, but something about it made you feel a little embarrassed, shameful even. Almost as if you'd walked in on him doing something he wouldn't want you to see. And honestly, you were enjoying it. "I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" You whisper, still feeling a certain amount of guilt. "No, no, not at all. I barely sleep." Liar, you thought to yourself. "Is there something you needed? Did something happen?" His voice had a slight sense of urgency to it, which you found quite endearing. "No... well, sort of," you begin quietly "I had a nightmare..." Your voice left your mouth in almost a whine, and you could almost catch the way his breath hitched over the poor phone quality. "I'm sorry, darling" That name he had never referred to you by. Strange. "Tell me... tell me what happened." Some shuffling on his end. You began telling him about the great atrocities of your nightmare, all of the chasing and adrenaline. The monsters you would see around every corner, or maybe your lost loved ones. He would acknowledge you every so often with a short "Hm," or "I'm sorry" to let you know he was still listening. Or at least to keep you under the impression that he was. He truly did care about you and your wellbeing, its just in all honesty you were perfectly fine. Your voice sounded so perfect to his ears, and the subtle whines and borderline moans you would serve him as you described your nightmare had him in a shameful position. One you had yet to pick up on, and this was annoying him. He decided he was going to test the waters. "Nggh-" Silence. "Are.. are you okay? You sound hurt." There was a level of surprise and concern in your voice, still trying to interpret the noise that just left his mouth. "I'm fine, don't worry about me darling. Just keep running your pretty mouth." You had no reason to question him or his honesty, so you continued. Your story of your nightmare turned into more stories of previous nightmares, some even worse than the one you had experienced tonight. But you trusted him with all this information, and it felt good to finally get it off your chest. Eventually, the recollection of all these horrible visions brought tears to the corners of your eyes. Your voice began to quiver as the tears fell down your face and rolled onto your plush comforter, leaving tiny damp spots. Not even 30 seconds into your crying session, and you heard a loud moan from his end, along with an undeniable squelching noise. This left you speechless, before you said "Are you?..." His breath hitched once more "Fuck princess, so you finally caught on. So sorry... You have no idea how crazy you make me. When you called me whining 'n moaning I just couldn't help myself." You felt your heart skip about two beats at his words, your face heating up and painting your cheeks a rosy pink. He would probably tease you if he could see you. "I- I had no idea you, um, that of me like.. that." You heard a sarcastic sounding laugh before he spoke again "You're telling me you had no idea? Come on princess, I know you aren't that stupid. Plus, I know you feel it too." His voice was still coated with the same huskiness as he spoke. "Bill, I have no idea what you're talking about. You aren't making any sense!" You whisper yelled. "Really? Don't play dumb with me. You don't think I see the way you look at me? The way you clench your thighs every time I so much as brush your arm? The way you stutter any time I compliment you? You can't do all that and leave me hangin', princess." You took a moment to think before noticing how hard your thighs were pressed together, and how your core was aching. Aching for him. You never wanted to acknowledge this part of yourself, the part that wanted him so badly. But as he's on the other end of the phone fisting his cock to the mere sound of your voice, you come to the conclusion that you're passed the point of return.

So, with shame you let out a strained whisper "Please," and you hear him groan on the other side of the line. You can tell he's been waiting for this. "Please what, princess? Use your words, I know you can." Your ears pick up some subtle sqeulching sounds again, so you swallow your pride and try your best to stabilize your voice "Please help me cum, I need you. Need you so bad." This apparently satisfies him. "That's my girl. Why don't you take off those pretty panties for me? I know you're wearing those pretty pink ones that you wear so much. Just for me, huh?" You choose to ignore the implications of his words, too focused on the increasing noises he's making and the fire in the pit of your stomach. Doing as your told you remove your pink panties and throw them onto the floor, bunching up the buttery silk of your nightgown to give you better access to your soaking cunt. "Now what?" you groan, feeling your neediness increase. "Mm, Fuck. Bet you're so wet. I bet you can already take two fingers. Do that for me. Fuck your fingers, I know you can." You whine at his words, feeling your arousal pool onto your comforter. But you do as your told, trailing your cool fingers down your abdomen and towards your aching pussy. "Nuh-uh, pretty girl. Need you to put the phone next to your sweet cunt. Need to hear the way your fingers go in 'n out." Your face heats up with embarrassment at his words, but you comply as your move the phone to rest in between your thighs. You continue your previous minstrations, using two fingers to prod at your wet hole. You swirl your fingers, gathering your juices before plunging your fingers into your pussy. "Ha-!" You let out a high-pitched moan as your fingers travel deeper and deeper, slowly alleviating the aching in your stomach. "Oh, fuck. Just like that, princess." You hear Bill moan, followed by increased noises of him sliding his hand up and down his impressive length. The fact that he was getting off to just the noises you made egged you on even further, using your fingers to try and navigate towards your g-spot. "Say my- shit- name, baby." Not wanting to dissapoint, you loudly mewl "Bill!" as your fingers find there way to your sweet spot, repeatedly brushing up against it. Bills moans gain in ther frequency and pitch, which you find hot. "Are you close? I bet you are. Come with me, princess." His words make you loudly moan, your second hand coming down to rub fast circles on your clit. You hear Bill let out a final grunt as he comes, "Oh fuck, Y/n!" Him moaning your name as he orgasms has your back arching off your bed, your fingers pinching at your clit. You fuck yourself onto your fingers hitting your g-spot, and your abdomen tensing before your juices spray onto your bedsheets. You're left a twitching mess as you chant his name like it's the only word you've ever been taught. You pull your hand away from your clit and your fingers out of your pussy, allowing your back to find a resting place on your bed again.

"You did so well for me, princess. Now that you're all nice and wet for me, why don't you come over and see how well you can take my cock?"