sub bill x fem reader smut.... 🙊🧸
warnings :: top!fem reader, sloppy grinding, sub!bill kaulitz, overstimulation, reader on top of Bill, mentions of male gentalia & female genitalia with different wording
A/N :: thank you for requesting this, lovely!! I really enjoyed writing this. I hope you like it <33
Bill Kaulitz, your sub, perfect boyfriend. Theres rumours on the internet that he’s obviously the top in the relationship, but of course..He’s not, he goes weak in the knees and almost buckles at the thought of you dominating him. Jerking him off, blowing him, perhaps even riding him til his dick is sore, til he cant think or move a muscle then cuddle with him tenderly afterwards.
He’s sat on the couch backstage in the bands hotel room, chatting happily with Gustav or Georg while having occasional sibling banter with Tom. You spot him as you walk in, everyone looks at you, their gazes roaming over your facial expression to gauge what happened while you were out there. But one specific gaze roams over your body, as always, thats Bills.
He stands, walking over to you, his hands going to your cheeks to cup your face. “Are you okay, liebe?” He murmurs, as if he hadn’t just checked out your body after you walked in. You just stare up at him, your eyes wanting something deeper, more intimate. And he knows it.
With a soft sigh, he nods, knowing he cant back out from those beautiful eyes he loves looking into. You make him feel secure and safe, what can he say?
You noticed him ogling you like a slab of meat. Now you’ve got him six rounds in, whimpering, eyes glossy and half-lidded, lips trembling with every whimper or moan he releases from his pretty face, hands desperately trying to grab at any part of your body to steady you. But you just keep grinding your wet heat against his cock, showing no mercy to him or his sensitive member, all he can do is cry out whines of ‘p-please!~ ‘ha-d enuf!~’ and what do you do? Keep moving your hips, because you’re such a caring and loving girlfriend. You wouldn’t want your poor boy to be neglected of sex, right?
“Jus’ one more f’me, baby,” you murmur, gently rubbing a hand over the overstimulated mans cheek, he just stares up at you with glassy eyes, eyelids fluttering, threatening to close from the pleasure. You keep grinding your soaked slit on his limp, red and creamy tip. “li-iebe- cant!- no moree!-” even with his pleading, you kept going until his hips sputtered, indicating his last release he can give you.
And with that, his hips lifted off the mattress, trembling with overstimulation and pleasure, he soon goes limp under your body, soft pants coming from his mouth. You smile a little, leaning over him to grab a towel off the nightstand, cleaning him and yourself up, careful not to cause anymore stimulation to Bill’s cock as you do so. Then you two just end up cuddling, limp Bill beneath you and a satisfied you.
