Shane Kaulitz

You and Bill were always good friends who talked about everything and sometimes got drunk together. You thought you two would go separate ways when his fame increased, but even though you were away for a long time, whenever you met again everything was the same, you still had things in common and each other's company was never strange.

You were sitting on the couch in his living room while he excitedly explained the songs the band will release and the new concerts. You were listening attentively until he brought the products that would be sold to show you.

And you really wanted to pay attention to what he was saying and showing you, but your attention kept falling back to his arms and hands. You had never really stopped to watch them. But now that they were on display, in front of you, you couldn't look away.

You liked the way the subtle muscles in his arms tensed with the movements and his veins stood out.

You agreed with everything he said as you looked down at his hands. So beautiful and big. You bit your lip as you watched the slender fingers. You sighed trying to shake off all the sinful thoughts you were having. He's your friend and you shouldn't be thinking about these things.

You looked at him and he was already looking at you. You felt your cheeks heat up and you knew you were blushing.

"So, did you like?" He asked excitedly, seeming oblivious to the way you were looking at him seconds ago.

“Yes, I loved it.” You responded quickly, smiling at him as you tried to act natural.

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After that day, every time you met Bill felt like a test of your sanity. Did he always move his fingers like that? Have his rings always looked this sexy? You kept looking down at his hands involuntarily.

Imagining all the things he could do with his pretty hand, how they would feel around your neck, how he could leave the impression of his fingers on your hip if he squeezed enough, how his fingers would feel sliding into your pussy.

You sighed, biting your bottom lip hard to see if the pain would distract you and drive away those thoughts. You had been watching them rehearse for the concert for a few hours and there wasn't much you could do to distract you from the fact that you wanted to jump on your friend and beg him to fuck you.

You wanted to make up some excuse and stay away from Bill for a few days to get rid of these feelings, but you knew he would find it strange and question you about it, since whenever you two have the opportunity to spend time together you always take advantage of it.

The fact that Bill was so affectionate didn't help you either, he was always hugging you randomly. Before it was just a normal thing that you were used to, but now every time he put his hands on you it just wasn't enough. You squirmed in frustration every time his fingers gently touched your waist before he pulled away.

“You should blink every now and then.” You turned around and Tom was next to you with an amused look on his face. You watched as he grabbed a bottle of water and drank some. You hadn't noticed him approaching and apparently you hadn't noticed that the rehearsal was already over.

"What?" You asked with feigned innocence. Tom was always very smart and direct, of course he would notice something and speak up.

“You’re eating him with your eyes, it’s not hard to notice.”

You looked away and began to watch the other boys arranging their instruments calmly, oblivious to the two of you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He just looked you up and down with a small smile, as if saying he didn't believe in your act.

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You watched the entire concert from behind the scenes, it was the first time seeing it from this angle and it was really fun, mainly because you could see part of the audience and the reaction people had to each interaction with one of the boys.

As soon as the concert ended, Bill ran towards you and wrapped you in a hug, taking you off the ground, the adrenaline still running through his veins made him hold you tightly against his body.

You felt his sticky sweat against you neck, his natural scent invaded your sense and made you shiver.

“Bill, you’re suffocating me.” You whispered, hoping that he would let you go.

He placed you back on the ground after whispering a “sorry” but didn’t move away. You could still feel the heat his body emanated.

Tom asked suddenly. “You’re going to celebrate with us, right?” it sounded more like a summons than a question and you wanted to punch him in the face.

You were waiting for the right moment to walk away without being noticed and now you would have to come up with some excuse not to tag along to wherever they are going.

“I think I'll go home, I'm a little tired.” You said awkwardly. The disappointment on Bill's face didn't go unnoticed.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he looked at you with doe eyes. You had never stopped spending time with him because of tiredness, so it was to be expected that he would think it suspicious or be worried.

You were panicking not knowing what to say, he knows you well enough to know if you try to blatantly lie to him. You opened your mouth a few times thinking about what to say and heard Tom let out a loud laugh.

Bill looked at his brother and the two stared at each other for a few seconds as if they were communicating without saying anything. Soon after, Tom left.

Before Bill could ask anything else you started walking towards the dressing rooms, hoping to sneak out while he was changing.

Bill followed behind you, getting close to you up quickly, as your short legs didn't walk as fast as his.

"What is happening?" Now you could hear the worry in his voice. You were sure that if you looked at him you would quickly give in to his puppy eyes.

“Nothing is happening.” You said softly, but continued walking without looking at him.

Bill furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He overtook you and stopped in front of you, forcing you to stop and face him.

You sighed, preparing yourself for the argument knowing that you wouldn't get out of this situation so easily. He was always stubborn when he decided on something. Damn it.

“You’re acting strange.”

"I'm just tired." The answer didn't seem to convince him at all. "I promise."

Bill wasn't entirely convinced, but he seemed to accept it. You saw him approaching you, those hands ready to touch you again and you automatically moved away. Knowing the dangers of your thoughts, you were still recovering from the hug from a few minutes ago.

“What the fuck?” He shouted angry and hurt. Not only because you walked away from him, but because now it was clear that there was something wrong and you weren't telling him.

Not wanting to argue in the middle of the hallway where anyone could see, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the dressing room.

The boys who were finishing packing their things left as quickly as possible, not wanting to get in the middle of the argument.

The two of you stared at each other for a while without saying anything. Bill was still holding you like he was afraid you would run away.

When you looked away from him, he sighed trying to calm himself and let go of your wrist. “You’ve been acting strange all week, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know what to tell you, I swear there’s nothing going on.” You whispered feeling guilty for worrying him. Bill had an are-you-kidding-me look.

You let out a surprised gasp when you felt him pull you down, forcing you to sit on his lap. You swallowed hard when you noticed his brown eyes so close watching you intently.

You moved back, trying to get off his lap, which only made your body move on top of him, Bill wrapped his arms around your waist and held you in place. “I’m not letting you leave until you tell me what’s going on.”

“Bill.” You whispered in warning, trying to push his body away, but it didn't even bother him.

You had to get out of this situation as quickly as possible. Having his body so close to yours was making your thoughts run wild and you could already feel your body heating up with excitement.

Bill watched you trying to decipher what was going on. You looked away, hoping that would make him stop looking at you. But the act did not have the desired effect. He was looking at you wondering if he was crossing the line, but his mind replied no. After all, you didn't really seem upset with him.

When you didn't say anything else he asked. “Was it something I did?”

"No!" You responded automatically. You never wanted him to feel guilty about your strange behavior.

Bill grunted, throwing his head back and you felt his hand squeeze your waist. He was clearly frustrated.

You had to bite your lip to keep from moaning loudly at the feeling of his hand squeezing you.

“I won’t be mad, just tell me…” He placed his forehead against yours, you could feel his warm breath against your face. His hands traveled over your body, making a caress that at any other time could be described as calming, but the effect it had on you now was completely opposite.

“Bill, please…” You sighed, not even knowing what you were asking. No matter how much you wanted to leave and pretend nothing happened and keep your friendship as it always was, everything had already changed.

Bill was looking at you carefully, now seeming less oblivious to the whole situation. “Tell me, what do you want?”

“Your fingers…” Your mouth… Your cock… You didn’t dare admit the last two, even though you really wanted to right now. “Inside me…” You spoke the words as your legs shook as you spread them as wide as you could in your position.

Contrary to what you imagined, Bill didn't seem shocked. Then he smiled, watching your neck exposed to him. Bill lowered his head, pressing a wet kiss to your skin. Your body slowly relaxed as his lips softened and warmed the skin of your neck, leaving sensual kisses and bites. You closed your eyes enjoying the affection.

Bill smiled against your skin, with smug excitement. Taking it as consent, he moved his hand from your waist to the inside of your dress. He took advantage of your parted lips to slide his tongue into your mouth. You let out a muffled moan when you felt his hand move and squeeze your breasts tightly.

You responded to Bill's kiss, almost breathless, unable to keep up with his desperate pace. He seemed to be able to do everything at once without you realizing what was happening, until he started something else.

Bill's fingers ran up your thigh, purposely scratching your skin, brushed your entrance, just the tip of his index finger pushing in slowly before pulling back in teasing.

“How do good girls ask?” He asked, satisfied with your frustration. This was what you deserved for making him so worried.

“Shit – hmm – Bill…” You swore between moans, grinding your teeth and frowning. Bill laughed and you really should have seen this coming. He was a damn provocative son of a bitch.

“Trying to insult me doesn’t seem as effective when you’re moaning with my fingers inside you.” He whispered before rubbing his palm over your clit as his fingertips teased your entrance.

You bite your lip and throw your head back against Bill's body. That particular move was good, you wanted to pull your own hair out. Or his. But it wasn't enough.

"Please." You breathed breathlessly through your moans.

"What was that?" He pushed in a finger, but immediately pulled out, leaving the hole open and empty.

“Please, Bill! Please just-” He interrupted you by entering you with his index and middle fingers. You let out a loud, lewd moan as his fingers filled you. He rubbed inside you, curling his fingers over that perfect, swollen spot that made your knees buckle and your mouth open in pleasure. You could feel his rings scratching the skin of your thigh every time you tried to bring your legs together.

You were pulsing around him, the sounds coming from his fingers moving in and out of you were completely obscene. But somehow it made you more excited.

“Faster…” you said and Bill swallowed hard, his breathing rising rapidly as if he had just run a mile. You were so beautiful to look at. He obeyed, his hand speeding up, pumping his fingers in and out of you faster and faster. He could cum just from your moans and the movement of your ass rubbing against him. You were completely ecstatic now. It was exactly where nothing else mattered except the orgasm being built. And you were so close.

You moved your head towards him, smelling his hair. Bill looked down, watching you with your mouth slightly open and your eyebrows furrowed. Your cheeks were flushed and your hair stuck to your face.

“Oh, Bill…” You closed your eyes as if you were looking too much. You moaned, not knowing you were doing it directly in his ear and Bill's fingers twitched inside you.

"Are you going to cum on my fingers, liebe?" The way he said it with the nickname only made it seem even sweeter. Even though deep down you knew he wasn't.

One of your hands was twisting his shirt into little fist and the other was on top of him, guiding his fingers in and out of you, as if you were scared he would stop. He pressed his mouth to your neck, and you imagined his mouth the same way on your pussy. Your orgasm came stronger than you had ever had in your life.

You squeezed your thighs tightly, wanting to keep him inside you for as long as possible. The tremors of your orgasm still ran through your body like a wave. You didn't say anything for a while after that.

You felt your face turn red with embarrassment as you had to spread your thighs so Bill could remove his fingers from you. You let out a small noise, knowing it would be sore for a while.

Bill's hand gently brushed the hair out of your face before whispering in your ear. “Was it so hard to tell the truth?”

You wanted to respond to his provocation, but the sound of someone knocking on the door made you divert your attention.

He loved to think about him teaching you his favorite kinks, and showing you how he liked it, drilling into your head his most liked things during sex first so no other partner could.

It drove him insane, thinking about your soft body underneath his, making you his perfect little sex doll to do his bidding.

You were sitting on his lap, watching a movie as his hands toyed with the waistband of your shorts, seemingly having no ill-intent behind them as he pulled you further onto his chest, kissing the side of your face.

Your face immediately flushed, burying your head into the side of his neck as he laughed, bringing his hand up from your shorts and stroking your hair gently.

"is my baby shy?"

you giggled, shaking your head as he kissed it, a smile spreading across his elegant features.

"mm, i think she is, might need to change that"

you lifted your head up in confusion, wondering what he meant. Your clean, pure mind was genuinely wondering what he meant with this statement.

He grinned, and turned your head so your eyes were rested on his crotch as you blushed profusely in embarrassment. were girlfriends supposed to look at their boyfriend's privates?

you thought it was wrong, so you turned away, but his hand gripped your chin harshly, making you gaze at it once more, his free hand flying to your left hand, lowering it to his clothed cock as you squirmed.

"billy n-no" you protested, your conscious getting the better of you, telling you this was not what should be happening right now.

"don't you want to please your boyfriend? this is how all the good girls do it" he proclaimed, guiding your hand up and down his length.

you frowned, his member was hard and tough as your hand stroked it. you felt shameful, and you took your palm away as he opened his eyes, sighing angrily.

"c'mon baby, it's not so bad" he attempted to convince you, but you shook your head once more as he groaned.

he knew he couldn't force you to do anything, that would be mean, and he wasn't mean, that wasn't his personality nor his character, so he pleaded with his eyes, begging. "please?"

you looked at him, seeing his desperate eyes as your walls crumbled, and you gave in.

"atta girl, c'mon bunny, let's go to my room" he was acting extra giddy now, excited to finally get his hands on your sweet little pussy.

he laid you down on the bed, slowly stripping off your clothes as you turned your head to the side, too embarrassed to look.

seeing you like this, all flustered was making him so hard. so so hard, even harder then before as he tugged your shorts down, eyes gazing to your panties, a little wet spot residing there as he grinned.

"aw bunny, look at that, you're already wet for me" he ran his finger over your clothed folds, your hips jerking up and head shifting to see what he was talking about.

"i haven't even started yet, that's so cute!" he kissed your neck slowly, hands slipping your underwear down as he did so.

his lips wrapped around your skin, creating a mark as bit down, hearing you hiss in pleasure filled pain. his tongue laid down on the love bite, soothing you.

he saw the bite, and wanted you to have more, more reminders of him, so everyone would know this sweet little innocent girl was his, his to claim, his to use, his to pleasure.

he loved that thought.

he lowered his head, a small trail of kisses guiding to your abdomen like a trail of fire as he kissed just above your pussy.

he stood up, undoing his pants and shedding his boxers quickly, eager to feel you for the first time. his hands held yours above your head, guiding himself into you.

your walls grasped and squeezed him harshly, you were so tight, but it felt oh so good.

he was officially obsessed with your pussy, molding it to fit his shape. you cried out in pain as he gazed up, eyes leaving your hole momentarily to see your tear-stained eyes.

"oh bunny, i know, i'm sorry, but it only hurts for a second, i promise" he kissed your cheeks sweetly as you whispered out a broken "ok"

he was losing his goddamn mind, trying to keep you calm as your pussy felt so warm, so good around him as you whimpered in pleasure.

his cock wasn't even fully in and you were looking as blissed out as possible. he slowly guided more of him into your tight, wet heat, his head lowering down onto yours, capturing every cry, every noise with his lips.

he bottomed out soon enough, and began to create a soft pace, knowing you were to bleed, since you were again, a virgin.

you yelped, his cock creating a new pleasure yet pain as your eyes watered, feeling the pleasure encompass you, his thickness stretching your walls.

"oh-oh billy t-too much!" you sobbed out, raking your nails down his back in a desperate motion, your legs wrapping around his waist as he thrust deeper, finding a new angle.

"fuck bunny, s'tight, you feel so good" he moaned, his head resting in the curve of your neck.

you whined, your boobs bouncing as he fucked you harder, ruining your innocence as you bled onto the sheets, the stain of your virginity showing, and that it was now gone, all thanks to bill's cock.

he picked up his pace, his balls slapping against your ass as you groaned, fisting the sheets harshly as you felt a strange sensation take over your body, one that made your legs shake in pleasure.

"g-god!" your walls tightened around his cock, and he knew you were about to cum. "do it bunny, c'mon, be a good girl for me"

you let out a semi-scream, back arching as you came on his dick for the first time, and he was happy.

now you were his little toy.

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