angela

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you moan loudly, hands gripping your bathroom counter, not caring about your poor neighbours who were probably awake and going to file a noise complaint in the morning. georg thrusts into you as if you were the thing keeping him alive, grunting softly as his teeth catch your shoulder, suckling a harsh hickey onto your skin. “georg..!” you whine, back arching. “i’ve got you.” he mumbles, eyes making contact with yours in the bathroom mirror.. “m’gonna- fuck..!” your nails grasp his shoulders, digging into his shirt. “come on baby- you can do it.” his fingers dip down, rubbing at your clit. your thighs shake as you let your weight collapse against the counter, legs going slightly limp. georg’s hands support your hips, thumb rubbing soft circles over your skin as his right hand stimulates your clit.

“georg..!” you whine, cumming hard around his cock; the slickness dripping onto your bathroom floor. you’ve lost count of how many orgasms you and your boyfriend have had, your cunt is stuffed with his cum, it’s running down your thighs. georg doesn’t let up, his cock barely softens between rounds. your boyfriend grunts harshly, fingers digging into your hip as he cums inside you. “georg, please- i cant cum anymore.” you sob, fingers scratching against your counter. “yes you can, you’ve been such a good girl for me. you deserve a nice reward for being so good all night.” he responds, voice unwavering as he fucks into you. turning you over, georg let’s you wrap your arms around his shoulders to support yourself, hands spreading your thighs as he slips his cock back into your cunt. you whimper, eyes screwing shut as your brows knit together.

“georg-“ you whimper, squeezing around him. “i’ve got you. such a good girl.” he purrs, catching your lips in a brief kiss. you cum again, back arching, your bare tits pressing to his clothed chest. georg’s eyes are glued to your chest, watching your tits bounce with each thrust. “you’re so fucking pretty.” he whispers, voice sultry. “i cant..!” you cry out, back arching as you cum again- then again, sobbing with overstimulation. “red, georg i can’t..!” you sob. georg immediately pulls out of you, hands carefully cradling your head as he kisses your forehead. “alright baby, you did so well for me. you deserve a rest, my good girl.” he coos, letting you slump your weight against his chest.

slowly, you open the door to bill’s bedroom, peering inside. his back is facing you as he rearranges everything in his closet, removing some of your clothes. your heart sinks at the possible reason, yet you push it aside. “schätzchen…” (baby) you mutter softly, closing the door. bill ignores you, hanging up one of his jackets. you walk closer, letting your arms carefully hug your boyfriend, your head resting against his shoulder as your chest presses to his back. “es tut mir leid.” (i’m sorry) you mumble, refraining from squeezing him in case he was still upset. bill exhales through his nose, it’s heavy. “sag etwas..? bitte?” (say something..? please?) you can’t help but beg, this time letting your arms hug him more firmly.

“thanks for apologising.” he shrugs a little, hanging up more of his clothes. your heart squeezes at his cold response- your breath catching a little. you can’t find anymore words, so you cling to bill tightly, hiding your face in his shoulder. bill doesn’t remove you, so you take it that he’s not entirely mad with you. “where should this go..?” he mutters, you raise your head. it’s one of you favourite shirts, he’s running his hand over it to get rid of creases. “uh- i don’t mind…” you mumble, watching as he hangs it up. you sit and think for a moment, your thumb idly stroking bill’s hip as you do so. bill’s sudden movement catches you off guard as he turns around, hugging you tightly. you squeeze him, letting him bury his face into your neck. “i’m sorry too… i shouldn’t of said some of those things.” he whines, arms squeezing you desperately. “it’s okay- i’m sorry too.” you respond, your heart fluttering with relief. you pull away slowly, looking at the pile of clothes on the bed. “want some help?” you ask sheepishly, watching him nod. now he was facing you, you could see how badly his makeup was smudged- he had been crying…

you cup his face carefully, wiping under his eyes before giving him a soft kiss. bill melts a little, hands grabbing your sides. a small knock interrupts your moment, and you turn to see tom. “i take it you two have made up?” he asks, a cheeky smile on his lips. “yes, tom- we’re fine… what’s up?” you respond, letting bill cling onto you tightly, his head resting on your shoulder. “i’m ordering pizza, what do you guys want?” he asks, watching you shrug. “just get us the usual, please.” you request, he nods. “okay. i’ll be downstairs if you need me.” he closes the door behind him, and so you turn your attention back to bill. his lips are on yours once more, it’s needy and hard. “let’s get these clothes put away, yeah?” you suggest as he pulls away. “okay.” bill smiles, turning back to the pile of clothes.

after roughly five minutes of you both putting stuff back, bill flops down onto his bed, raising his arms to you. you smile at his lazy grabby hands, getting onto his bed with him as you lean down, lips pressing to his. bill’s hands grab at your waist, guiding you on top of him. you immediately know what he’s hinting at, grinding a little as he moans into your mouth. you let your hands push his shirt up, tracing over your boyfriend’s soft skin. “let me take care of you tonight, okay?” you whisper, watching him nod with excitement. “good boy.” you add on, kissing him again. bill’s back arches into your gentle touches, whimpering against your lips as your finger tips trail down his abdomen. “hurry up..!” he whines, sensitive muscles twitching against your feathery touch. you chuckle, kissing along his jaw gently. “do we still have lube?” you ask, voice hushed as you seal your lips over a spot on his neck, leaving a dark hickey behind as you help him out of his pants. “yeah- in the drawer.” bill squirms under the feeling of your teeth, grabbing the lube for you.

you smile, pouring a generous amount on your hand. the cold sensation against his cock makes him gasp, his back arching. “mmh- fuck..!” his mouth has fallen agape as his head leans back against his pillow, soft pants leaving his lips as you stroke along his shaft. you smile, leaning down to kiss him; feeling him whimper and moan into your mouth. you shimmy out of your shorts, throwing them away as you lean down to kiss him once more. your boyfriend’s hips buck against you as you line him up, letting him push his tip inside of you. bill whines loudly, you silence him with gentle kisses, whispering soft praises between each one. bill’s chest pushes against yours as he whines, grabbing your hips tightly to help you move. it’s slow, sensual and loving, which is uncharacteristic for the two of you.

bill moans, it’s slightly choked as his hips buck up against yours. tangling your fingers between his, you steady yourself, speeding up your pace. “you feel so good..!” bill groans, eyes closed. you moan, hips grinding down against his, squeezing his hands a little. bill squeezes back, his hips stuttering upwards. “guter junge, du fickst mich so gut.” (good boy, you fuck me so good.) you praise between breathy moans. bill’s cock twitches at your words, his chest heaving with each heavy pant, his moans growing louder. you hush him, helping him sit up. bill’s face buries into your shoulder, hiding his whimpers and moans. “guter junge.” (good boy.) you whisper to him, hips rolling down against his as he chokes out a groan. “mph-! fuck, i’m gonna..-“ you let bill lay down again, letting him squeeze your hands tightly as he whimpers under you. “go ahead, my sweet boy.” you coo, your own orgasm growing closer.

bill’s moans are stutter-y and soft, his brows knitted together as he grows closer and closer; hips bucking up to meet your short thrusts. “good boy, fuck- you’re so precious.” you whisper to him, watching his cheeks tint red. he whimpers, back arching as he cums inside you. the sensation has you cumming around him, slowly riding out both your highs. “that’s my good boy. well done.” you tell him watching bill’s soft moans crumble into sobs instead- your eyes widen. “fuck, baby are you okay? i’m sorry..!” you panic, moving off of him. “no- i’m okay..!” he whimpers, letting you hug him tightly. “are you sure..?” you frown, kissing away his tears. “mhm. i’m okay…” he smiles, hugging you tightly. “i didn’t mean to make you cry.” you whine, cradling his head to your shoulder. “it’s not that- i just… i love you so much..!” he replies, tears still falling down his face. “awh, baby…!” you can’t help the gentle laugh that falls from your lips. “i mean it..! you’re so special to me! i love everything about you.” bill responds, kissing your lips gently.

“bill, you had me so worried for a second.” you giggle, kissing him back. “sorry..!” he responds, arms clinging to your torso as he curls closer. “i love you too, sweetheart.” you respond after a few seconds. bill sniffles. “i know..!” he croaks. “oh my god, babe…” you laugh, leaning down to kiss his wet cheeks. “sorry- i just love you so much..!” he whines, you laugh. “i know you do, just take a deep breath for me.” you grin, kissing his lips softly before letting him breathe. bill inhales slowly, letting out a rather shaky exhale before breaking into a smile. “i’m so lucky to have you.” he mumbles, kissing you again. “i think i’m the lucky one.” you respond. “no- you have no idea how blessed i feel whenever i wake up next to you- whether it’s on tour or here or in a hotel- i love you so much. you brighten every single one of my days, i would be lost without you.” he gushes, hugging you again.

“bill- if you don’t stop then i’ll cry..!” you half joke, squeezing him tightly. “sorry, sorry. but it’s true! i love you so much.” he responds, pulling away to kiss you. “i love you too.” you purr, moving away to dress yourself. bill does the same, his glossy eyes slowly drying as he does so. “let’s get cleaned up.” you take his hand, leading him to the bathroom. bill hums gently, letting you pamper him a little, adding sweet kisses in between each action. you can’t help the way you smile as his adoring brown eyes meet yours just before he kisses you again and again. you wipe the smudged makeup from his face, fluttering kisses along his skin afterwards. “pizza’s here!” tom calls from downstairs, you pull away. “come on then, baby. we can watch a movie.” you respond, grasping his hand and giving it a gentle, loving squeeze. bill laughs softly, following you out the door and downstairs.

tom raises his brows at the sight of you both, the hickey on his brother’s neck not going unnoticed. “i didn’t think you’d hear me.” he half jokes, putting the pizza boxes on the counter of the kitchen. “we heard you.” you roll your eyes playfully, poking tom’s side as you pass him to get yourself a drink. “alright, alright.” he mutters, smiling a little. “you two doing better?” he asks, taking a slice from his own pizza. “much better.” bill smiles at you, leaning his head on his palm as he gazed at you shamelessly. tom fakes a gag. “ring the fucking wedding bells.” he jokes, taking his pizza and moving to the living room. “maybe we will!” you shout back, listening to him fake a gag. bill’s eyes soften. “y’mean that?” he asks, stealing a slice of pizza. “maybe in the future, it’s something to consider…” you mumble, shrugging a little as you give him a glass of coke. “we still have a lot of time to think it over…”

your hands tug his shirt up, palms roaming over his skin as he shivers. bill whines softly, back arching as he leans into your hands, craving your touch. “been wanting you for ages.” you mumble between kisses, one hand trailing down to his pants. you undo the button to his jeans, fingers adept in doing so with only one hand. “mama, please…” he whines, clinging to you tightly. “be patient.” you mumble, pushing his pants and boxers down. bill whimpers softly as you sink to your knees, wrapping your lips around his tip. “fuck-“ he chokes out, cock twitching as you bob your head a little. you hum a little, letting the vibrations tease him. bill’s hips buck forward, his mouth agape as he leans his head back against the wall. “mama, go faster- please..!” he whines. glancing up at him, you rest your hands upon his thighs to prevent him from fucking into your mouth. your tongue drags over the underside of his cock, listening to your boyfriend moan.

“mama, please..!” he begs, knees buckling a little. you pull away, helping him sit down. you crawl into his lap, kissing him passionately as you grind. the feeling of the panties under your skirt grinding against his bare cock is driving him insane, his hips pushing up against you as he whimpers into your mouth. “please fuck me, mama- i need you..!” he begs, fingers pulling off your shirt. you chuckle softly, pushing your panties aside and letting his saliva-covered cock lube up your already wet folds. bill moans, hiding his face in your shoulder, biting down hard to silence himself. you wince as his teeth nip your skin, carefully guiding him into your cunt.

bill moans loudly, it’s muffled in your shoulder. you choke out a swear as you sink down on his cock, feeling how he whimpers against you. you let yourself adjust, sighing softly, as you close your eyes. bill’s fingers dig into your back, he’s panting against your shoulder, the sensation tickling you a little. finally, you begin to move, grinding your hips slowly. bill’s head falls back, hitting the wall as he whimpers. “be quiet, baby. you don’t want to get caught, do you?” you purr softly, kissing his needy lips. bill nods a little, his hands grabbing at your hips to speed up your movements. you oblige happily, bouncing on his twitching cock.

footsteps grow near, and you clasp a hand over bill’s mouth- stopping your thrusts. your boyfriend whines against your palm, hips fucking up into you with desire. “bill, baby- stop for a second. someone’s coming.” you whisper, listening as people walk past. you can hear tom loudly asking where the two of you had gone as he passes the door. bill breathes slowly through his nose, waiting for you as you listen to the band pass. finally, it goes quiet, so you continue your movements, letting your hand fall from bill’s mouth. he whimpers and whines, back arching as he thrusts up into you.

you smile, letting out a breathy laugh as he leans in to kiss you. he mewls, cock twitching. you bring one of his hands to your clit, moaning as his fingers make quick work of rubbing soft circles over your bud. that heated pool grows in your stomach as you grow closer to your orgasm, watching your boyfriend who’s coming undone under you. “ich bin nach..!” (i’m close) he whimpers, back arching. “dann komm schon, baby. mach mich zur mutter.” (come on then, baby. make me a mother.) you encourage, forehead resting against his. bill groans as he cums, hard, the feeling of him feeling you up making you moan. “good boy, well done.” you purr, running your fingers through his hair. bill’s fingers don’t slow, toppling you over the edge as you cum around his cock.

“it’s just a stupid dream… it’s not real.” you respond, kissing his neck. “please, baby? i won’t go to sleep until you do.” he jokes, trying to make you laugh a little. “it’s just… it was about us.” you sigh, running a hand over your face. tom wakes up a little, humming. “what happened?” he asks, fingers brushing against your cheek. “there was an argument, a big one- and…” you cut yourself off with a sour laugh. “it’s stupid.” your words make tom frown. “it’s not stupid. tell me what happened.” he mumbles, hand gently rubbing your arm. you let out a shaky sigh, pressing your face against tom’s neck.

“you- we were fighting- and you said you hated me, and we… ended up breaking up.” you frown, hating how your voice wavers. “oh, mein süßes mädchen… i could never hate you.” (my sweet girl) tom sighs, kissing your forehead firmly. “i know- i told you it’s stupid.” you sigh, sniffling a little. “it’s not stupid, baby.” tom sighs. he was very aware of your insecurities, whether it was due to past relationships or other anxieties, he knew of them all; he just didn’t realise how badly they were affecting you. “m’sorry- i didn’t mean to upset you-“ you start after mulling over his silence. “no- no, schatz, i’m not upset.” (honey) tom sighs, hugging you closer. you hum, it’s low and somber. “i love you, baby. i could never; ever, ever hate you, at all. you’re so precious to me.” tom tells you, kissing your forehead again. “tom..-“ you mumble, growing more and more flustered. “no, you have to hear this. i love you, i love you so much. not anyone else, just you.” tom rolls over a little, his weight pressing you to the bed. “tom..!” you whine, sighing a little.

the door opens, and your boyfriend peeks in slowly. he’s silent, just watching you for a moment before entering the bedroom. eventually, tom pushes his way into your arms, almost disrupting your perfect game. “hi, tommy.” you mumble as he sprawls on top of you. he hums gently, burying his face into your neck. finally finishing your game, you put his gameboy down, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “wanna talk about it?” you ask, hand rubbing soothing circles between his shoulder blades. “no, not really…” he sighs, letting himself relax. “alright, baby. but you know you can talk to me right?” you ask, as deep down you were very worried. “i know.” tom mumbles, closing his eyes as he relaxes.

you sit in silence, rubbing your boyfriend’s back as you think of ideas to have him open up to you- yet it wasn’t that simple, tom could be very stubborn and you didn’t want to cause an argument. exhaling slowly through your nose, you decide on waiting. tom seems much calmer than he was when he first came home, his eyes are closed as his head rests upon your chest. his breathing is deep and slow, you almost think he’s asleep. silently, you decide on a plan to quicken him opening up. “tom, baby.” you gently shake his shoulder. he hums, not opening his eyes. “c’mon, my legs are going numb.” they weren’t, but you wanted a newer position. tom sighs, rolling off of you and cuddling beside you instead.

“are you still upset?” you ask softly. tom sits in silence for a moment before responding; “yeah…” he mutters. you hum a little. “sit up, baby.” you purr, sitting up suddenly. tom opens his eyes, blinking at you before slowly sitting up; back resting against the headboard. you straddle his thighs, sitting comfortably in his lap. “talk to me.” you coo, pressing sweet kisses around his face as your hands cradle his cheeks. “it’s nothing.” tom sighs, yet he doesn’t push you away as his hands grab your hips to move you closer. “you’re upset, baby. talk to me..!” you insist, lips brushing over his, tom immediately deepens it into a kiss. tom stays silent, letting you press soft kisses around his face for a while longer. “fine…” he crumbles, hands squeezing your hips a little. you pull away, smiling innocently. “you win.” tom huffs, leaning in and stealing a final kiss before slumping back.

“what’s wrong?” you ask him, hands playing with his shirt. “practice. it sucked.” tom sighs, head pressing against his headboard. “why, did something happen?” you frown- the boys didn’t argue often, yet you can’t help but worry sometimes. “no- nothing… the guys are all fine, it’s just- i was messing up so badly!” tom exasperates, you finally realise he’s clearly upset with himself. “oh, sweetie…” you sigh, kissing his cheeks before planting one on his lips. “i couldn’t get my notes right, i was out of time- i just… i sucked!” he complains, sighing afterwards. “you don’t suck baby- it was just a bad day.” you say, voice soft as you hold him. tom’s head falls to your shoulder as he squeezes you tight. “you weren’t there- it was horrible- georg was confused and kept looking at me funny and bill was clearly worried-! after our final song gustav said we should take a break, so i stormed out before they could speak to me.” he vents, hands curling into your shirt.

“it’s okay, tom. you’re being too hard on yourself. practice is there for practice..!” you sigh, kissing his shoulder. “you don’t understand! i’m normally on beat, i don’t mess up my chords- but all of a sudden i’m playing like shit!” tom pulls away, slumping back against his headboard once more. “oh, tommy. i’m sure that by tomorrow you’ll be fine again.” you sigh, hands running over his chest to try and soothe him. “it’s not about that! you don’t get it-!” he snaps, cutting himself off before he yelled at you. you sit silently, watching him sulk- you hated it. “tom, look at me.” you mumble, hands grabbing his to give them a soft squeeze. his shameful eyes meet yours, he’s hesitant and filled with anxiety. “you’re not a bad player. think of all the times you absolutely aced your concerts, your playing is amazing!” you gush. tom stays quiet, looking away again. “i mean it tom! you’re absolutely amazing. don’t let one bad day ruin you..! i’m sure that you can do it, because i know that you are an astonishing guitarist. you shouldn’t beat yourself up over it.” you finish, kissing his forehead softly. “yeah- you’re right… i just- i want everything to be perfect. we’ve worked so hard for this.”

“i know baby. however, sometimes you will have perfect days; sometimes you won’t. i’m sorry, but that’s just how it is.” you tell him, kissing his lips gently. “you’re right…” tom exhales, squeezing your hands. “of course i’m right, i’m your girlfriend.” you tease, kissing him again. you feel him chuckle against your lips. “okay, okay.” he smiles. you smile back, happy to see him doing a bit better. “feel better?” you ask softly, tom hums. “a little.” he shrugs, brown eyes no longer worried as he looks at you. an idea pops into your head as you slink off his lap. “babe-?” his brows furrow; yet you cut him off. “lie down, baby. i’ve got an idea.” you smile, watching him do so. “roll over.” you add on, watching his brows furrow once more in confusion, yet he does so. you straddle his lower back, watching as he laughs a little. “what’re you doing?” he asks, voice full of laughter as his head turns to watch you out of the corner of his eye. “helping you relax.” you reply innocently, hands pushing his shirt up.

you knew tom was feeling a bit insecure in your new relationship. he was used to week-length hookups and quick fucks, you understood that; yet he was trying his hardest to make your weekly ‘relationship’ turn into a deeper one. “you don’t have to try and impress me, tom.” you tell him, yawning a little. “i don’t know what you’re talking about…” he mutters. “you’re trying to impress me with sex, right?” you reply, smiling kindly. “no- of course not…” he mutters, staring at you in the dark lighting. “tommy, it’s okay to admit it.” you coo, lips brushing against his. tom takes a soft breath, letting silence marinate your words for a moment. “okay- yeah… i just- im nervous.” he finally admits. you smile at the fact he was finally opening up after four weeks of dating.

“i’m scared i’m gonna fuck it up- i know sex, i can do it, i can make a girl cum… but the more intimate shit… i don’t know.” tom sighs a little, you hum- kissing his lips more firmly. “it’s okay to feel scared. you’re doing amazing, baby. everything you do is perfect.” you respond, he kisses you again. “i know- i just really don’t wanna mess this up.” he mumbles, hugging you tightly. “you’re not gonna mess this up. i trust you, and i know that this is hard- that this is going to take time. i’m willing to wait for you tom.” you reply, hand running down his jaw, neck and all the way down his arm until you tangled your fingers with his. tom hesitates for a second, but eventually mutters a soft request. it’s so quiet you didn’t quite hear it. “what was that?” you ask softly, watching tom fluster in the dark room, listening to him clear his throat anxiously. “could you show me..? like, how you want to be held- how you like to be touched?”

you smile brightly, kissing tom sweetly. “of course. just follow my lead, okay?” you mumble, pulling his arm more firmly around you. tom let’s you mould his body against yours, tangling your legs, his hands find places on your body naturally. you hum softly, hand rubbing tom’s side gently. tom slowly relaxes as minutes pass by, squeezing you a bit firmer as he buries his face into your hair. you smile, snuggling closer, fluttering kisses against his slightly exposed collarbone. “ich liebe dich.” (i love you.) tom tells you- you freeze, so does tom. he swallows, going to pull away. “i’m sorry- i shouldn’t of-“ you cut him off with a firm kiss, cradling his jaw with both hands. tom slowly calms down, returning to the embrace. you break away, pecking his lips a few more times. he can feel your smile every time you kiss him, it makes him smile too. “i love you too, tom.” you reply, hugging him tightly.