PAIRING: bill kaulitz x fem!reader.
WARNINGS|TAGS: no use of y/n, smut, dominant!bill, sexual thoughts, oral (f!receiving), fingering, p in v unprotected sex, degrading, dirty talk, spanking, slapping, light choking, overstimulation, light masturbation, titty sucking, nipple play, praising, biting, possessive behavior, rough sex, squirting.
SONG INSPIRATION: human connect to human by tokio hotel.
WORD COUNT: 3.7k - give or take. <33
NOTES: thank you so much for reading! another request by the lovely @kei-kaulitz. still open for requests, whatever anyone might prefer! i do not judge, so feel free to ask whatever! i hope you guys like this! dom!bill isn’t always my thing but i had fun with this and i am sweating ngl lolol
April 11th, 2010. Rome, Italy.
The PalaLottomatica. 9PM.
She was at the arena, backstage. She was sweating slightly, dressed in a black latex long sleeve one piece, her hair down, dark makeup on, her eyeliner slightly smudged from the heat and nerves. She had been hired as a dancer for the Welcome to Humanoid City tour. Needing the money, she took the job quickly, not minding whatever it entailed. She had been dancing for years, the only passion she truly had - dancing. When she got under those lights, it didn’t matter who she was, it didn’t matter about the people who thought she wasn’t enough, how she’d never make it. She would take one step under those lights, and feel at home.
She watched as Tokio Hotel began preparing themselves to go on stage. Her eyes drifted across each one of them. Georg. Gustav. Tom. Bill. Bill was unlike the rest. She never let personal feelings interfere with her professional environment. But fuck, she could not stop looking at Bill. The way he walked, the way she thought about him fucking her until she was screaming his name like his name was the only thing her mind can comprehend. “I need him. Fucking hell, I need him.” Her mind was racing. She didn’t give a fuck about the stage at this moment. All she wanted was Bill Kaulitz. Him and his fucking eyeliner. His hands. His throat. God, he was everything. She couldn’t stand it.
The stage manager snapped his fingers in her face. “Hello? You need to be on stage.” Her face flushed, she blinked herself back to reality, apologizing profusely, rushing onto stage with the members of Tokio Hotel, positioning herself. Bill flashes her a tentative smile, giving her a thumbs up, though his eyes held more, a hunger in them that was almost inevitable. He had been watching her for weeks. The way she’d dance around the stage, the way her body would press against his. He wanted to fuck her until her legs gave out. To treat her like his little slut and make her come over and over. He loved the way her hips moved. “Pretty girl. How do you look when you’re coming apart?” He’d whisper to himself.
The lights flickered on. The spotlight began. Fans in the crowd screamed. Signs were held up across the arena. Bill began singing, sweat dripping down his face. She danced around him, her hands tracing his waist as her body pressed against his. She leaned close to him as he sang, her breath mingling with his- before she moved, dancing around Georg, her nails scraping Georg’s neck as she danced, her breath hot on him. Georg’s mouth quirked as she moved, his body matching her movement.
Bill’s eyes followed her every move, him singing the lyrics, but his thoughts waged a different war inside his mind. Human connect to Human began. She kept her eyes on Bill as she moved to dance around Tom, her lips brushing his shoulder as she moved around him, bending over, brushing against his front as her hair flipped over, she stood up, moving towards Gustav, her breathing even. But Bill’s? His breathing was shallow, watching her. Needing her. He kept his eyes all over her body, panting, the feeling of want stirring in his gut. Bill watched her make her way around Gustav, before she slowly approached him again.
She does her spin around Bill, her hands running up and down his body, his breathing was ragged as he sang the lyrics, him trying to ground himself. But the way her fingers melted against his body, the way his skin was flushed, he couldn’t stand it. He didn’t want her touching anyone but him. He didn’t want her hands on anyone else. She was his, whether she knew it yet or not. He was going to have her, no matter what it took. He rocked his hips against hers as she danced. She guided his pace, dancing around him.
The fans watched mesmerized in the crowd, but Bill was far past seeing them, his eyes bore into hers, primal instincts fluttering alive in his body. His arousal churned, her continuous movements driving him fucking insane. He whisper was barely audible to her. “You know what you’re doing to me.” She flashed him a smile, a devilish grin that made him want to fuck her against this stage, not caring who seen. He wanted everyone to hear her scream his name as he fucked her like the slut she is. Dancing around this stage, teasing him. He knew she knew what she was doing to him. And he couldn’t wait for this damn concert to end so he could show her who she belonged to. Because if she was going to act like a whore that needed to learn her place? He’d show her.
12 AM. The St. Regis Rome.
She stood in the shower of her hotel room, her hair falling down her lower back, hair plastered to her face. She leaned against the wall, thinking about Bill. The way his hands traveled over his own body when he was performing. She thought about his hands all over her. She brought her hands to her breasts, circling her fingers over her nipples, she let out a low moan, her head falling back against the shower wall. “Bill..” her voice was breathless as she worked around the peaks of her breasts. The door to the bathroom clicked open soundlessly. She did not hear it, indulging in her own fantasy in her mind, her hand traced a path down her stomach, wanting to touch herself, please herself. The idea of squirting all over his face flooded her mind, she moaned at the mere thought. Her fingers made their way toward her clit, but before she could begin, a man cleared his throat, slightly hesitant, but firm. “Your door was unlocked.” Bill. Fucking Bill.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” She thought to herself, her mind racing. “Oh God,” she repeated silently. “Oh God.” She slid open the door only slightly, looking at him, water dripping down her body onto the bath mat right out from the glass door, looking at him bewildered. “What, Bill?” Her voice was sharp. Not that she minded him being in here. Not that she wasn’t standing there thinking about him getting in the shower with her, pounding into her and stuffing her full with his cum. Of course she wasn’t thinking anything like that.
He scoffed, watching her. He walked closer, looking her up and down, his head cocked to the side. “What, Bill?” He mocked her. He knew what she wanted. He knew how much she wanted him to get in that shower with him and fuck her pathetic pussy until she was crying and screaming his name. He could tell by the way her pupils were blown, the barely audible sound of her breathing that fastened with each step he took closer to her. “Are you going to be good and tell me what you want, or do I need to fuck it out of you?” He whispered low, gently. His voice was sweet. But the way his eyes roamed the very small peek of her body he could get with the door cracked open, was anything but. He wanted to ruin her. And she had every intention on letting him.
He took off his clothes slowly, making her watch him remove each piece. Anytime she’d try and look away, he’d grab her by her jaw and force her to look, not wanting her to miss a second. His arousal was visible, the way his cock sprung to his stomach the moment he removed his boxers. She sucked in a breath, her eyes wide, captivated. She couldn’t look away anymore. Not that he’d let her. He stepped in the shower with her, sliding the door closed behind him, she touched his hips lightly, hesitant. He laughed low, humming, guiding her back against the wall.
He leaned over her, his cock pressing against her stomach. She arched her back involuntarily, looking up at him, wanting him- needing him. He nudged her legs farther apart with his knee, guiding his knee to stay between her thighs, brushing against her pussy, she whimpered, her forehead dropping to his shoulder. “Mmm. No. Look at me. You’ve been begging for it for weeks. Do you think you can look away, now? Your eyes have been fucking me every time you seen me, and right when I’m about to make you come all over my face, you want to look away?” He laughed humorlessly, kissing her lightly, his tongue entering her mouth. She didn’t give any resistance. She wrapped her arms around his neck, sighing into his mouth, kissing him, her tongue circling his. “Shhh. That’s more like it, liebe.”
He guides his hands down her hips, running his hands up and down her body, his hands finding her breasts, him squeezing them, before he dropped his mouth to her breast, his tongue swiping across her nipple, before he took it in his mouth, her teeth grazing, he sucked. The sounds of his mouth intertwined with the way she mewed his name, her hands lacing her fingers together in his hair, she bucked against him, he groaned, slapping her face lightly. “Not yet. Not until I taste every bit of you.” He murmured around her breast. He dropped to his knees, the water spraying against his back, he licked a stripe up her folds, she cried out, her nails gripping his shoulders for balance, opening her legs up more. He gripped her hips, holding her steady, his tongue lapping, tasting every bit of her. He licked up and down her folds several times, letting her feel his tongue against her, before he began circling his tongue around her clit, sucking and lapping. He lifted her leg up, giving him better access, her throwing one leg over his shoulder. He guided two fingers into her, moving them in rhythm with his tongue. “Oh, Bill! Bill!” She cried out, her hands gripping his hair as tight as she could, her starting to grind against his face. Her legs were shaking and she was breathless, her breathing out of control. He didn’t relent. If she wanted him? He’d make sure she’d never forget what it’s like to be with him.
He redoubled his efforts, his fingers making faster thrusts into her, his mouth sucking her clit. He was covered in her, his chin dripping. She finished around his tongue. He didn’t stop. She trembled, her legs and hands shaking violently. “Bill…” she barely could get out. “Bill… please.. I can’t handle it.” He didn’t listen to her. She came again, crying out. She was breathing heavy now, her crying real tears. “Bill! I can’t! I-” waves of sensation flashed- hitting her hard. Pleasure coiling in her warmer than she’s ever felt before. She whined his name loudly, crying out- her voice hoarse. “Bill! God! Bill!” She bucked against his mouth fast, sobbing, squirting all over his face. He didn’t stop until the last tremor in her body subsided.
He stood up, kissing up her thighs, her stomach, her breasts, her neck, and then her mouth, cupping her face, his voice a whisper. “Turn around, baby. Go on.” She obeyed without hesitation, pressing her hands against the shower wall for balance, arching her back, bowing her head between her shoulders. He positioned himself behind her, his left hand guiding himself into her entrance, his right hand splaying across her stomach, holding her up. He leaned over her, pressing his chest to her back. “You can take it, can’t you? You’ve been so good for me. You’ll let me fill you up won’t you?” He purred in her ear. He didn’t have to ask. He knew she’d take every last drip of cum he could stuff into her. He pushed in slowly, groaning low, muttering. “Fuck… fuck.” He stretched her out, not rushing, feeling the way she clenched around him. Her breathing was shallow, holding steady on the wall. He bottomed out inside of her, dropping his forehead to her shoulder, bringing his other hand around to her throat- holding, not hurting, keeping her where she wants her. He began to thrust slowly, deeply, her head falling back against his shoulder, his other hand moving up to pinch her nipples, flicking them. “That’s right.. take it. Take it. Fuck, you feel so good.” His breathing began to match hers, his thrusts getting faster, less controlled. She reached a hand back to grip his thigh, bucking back against him, moving her hips with his. “Please… Bill.. harder.” She begged, her voice a stubborn whine. He bit her shoulder, driving into her deeper, her making a choked sound, moaning loudly. “Yes… fuck.. yes. Bill! Bill!” She screamed, his name a prayer on her lips. She was throbbing, him fucking her like he was the only person allowed to be inside of her, his hand holding onto her throat, his other hand leaving her breast to trail down her stomach, his thumb circling her clit. Her legs buckled, without him holding onto her, she would’ve fallen right there. She wouldn’t have cared. She would’ve let him fuck her on the floor without a second thought. And he would fuck her anywhere, anytime. He didn’t care where it was. The shower, the floor, as long as he was in her, feeling the way she takes him so well, he didn’t care.
He started breathing faster, his thrusts becoming less rhythmic, more desperate. Her name became a continuous cry on his mouth, pounding into her as hard and as fast as he could, until he couldn’t take it anymore, spilling into her, pumping every last drop of his cum that he could fit into her pretty pussy. He didn’t relent on her clit, his thumb circling continuously, until she cried out again, finishing with him, her knees giving out, him guiding her to kneel, him staying intimately connected to her, him kneeling with her. He turned her to face him as he sat, her legs wrapping around his waist. She kissed him softly, him holding her face, his thumbs stroking her cheeks gently. He pressed her forehead to hers, breathing her in, not wanting to part for a second. He’d let the water run cold. She didn’t care. Nor did he. Fuck the shower. The only thing that mattered was him and her sitting together, her filled up with him and him covered in her. He had ruined her. And she would thank him for it every single fucking day.
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