hihiiii eeekkkk it’s been like a year since I requested something but 2010 Tom x f!reader, like him fucking the shit Outta her sooo baddd to the point where she can’t even speak and she’s so fucked out!
Too much. ♡
2010 Tom Kaulitz x f!reader
Summary: the req:3
Warnings: Smut, like I mean it, sough rex, dumbification, hard-dom tom, sub reader, porn without plot, squirting, subspace? dacryphillia, probably etc.
A/N: ANON THIS REQ IS SO GUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
edit: god looking at this fic nearly a year later makes me cry of nostalgia uhh anyways how r u guys
You don’t even remember how you got into this situation. Well, at this point. What is being implied is that you were basically being fucked absolutely dumb by your boyfriend, to the point where you couldn’t even think straight, hell, you couldn’t even remember your own name, the only thing that was on your mind was Tom and how his dick deliciously pounded your oversensitive puss.
“Tell me, schatzi..” He spoke in the middle of dicking you the fuck down, grabbing your legs and raising them up in the air in order to hit deeper, obsessed with you your pussy felt squeezing his big dick so tight.
“Who do you belong to?” He asked, though he knew the answer damn well. His cocky ass just wanted to hear you say it.
“I belong to- I- uh- I-” you tried so hard to think, wanting to be good for him.
“Come one baby, you can do it. I don’t need to punish you, do I?” He cooed.
“I-I belong to y-you..” you attempted to answer, he smirked down at you. He absolutely loved it when you were like this. He sometimes feels guilty about how much he loves it, but he just can’t help it when you looked so cute under him, shaking, overstimulated, all dumb, probably sent into subspace, he just absolutely adored it.
You were close, but this orgasm felt different. Very different from your previous ones in fact. You just couldn’t describe it.
“I-I-” “are y’gonna cum, baby?” he asked sweetly, though again, he was absolutely dicking you the fuck down. But yes, yes you were going to cum.
“T-Tommy-” “It’s okay baby, cum for me.” he interrupted, you were trying to tell him that this orgasm wasn’t going to be like the others. And soon enough, you came with a loud cry. And as you suspected the orgasm didn’t feel right, you were correct. Instead of there being a white ring around his base, you had squirted all over his crotch area. His eyes widened as he saw this happen, and you thought you did something wrong. Little did silly little you know he found that so hot.
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°❀.ೃ࿔* tom starting to date you would go like this:
◞ Tom had been known to have flings with multiple different women, but that soon quickly dropped the moment he laid eyes on you.
◞ my lord, was he completely whipped when you started talking to him
◞ Bill immediately noticed and nudged Tom's side, smirking as he saw his usually cocky brother actually blush when you complimented his dreads.
◞ you took no notice of Bill's subtle teasing and continued chatting away as you mindlessly twiddled one of Tom's dreads in your hand.
◞ Tom took notice of only you, not even noticing the loud smooching noises the rest of the band were making behind him
◞ eventually, he somehow managed to get your number and tried acting cool and nonchalant about this. but as soon as he got home, he excitedly told Bill, Georg and Gustav, smiling like a smitten fool (he was).
◞ he was nervous about calling you, but it was too late to chicken out when he pressed your contact and clicked call.
◞ you answered almost immediately and chirped a friendly "hey Tommy!"
◞ yeah, Tom basically went into a daze when he heard your voice and that nickname you already gave him. it was only when you said, "you there?" did he snap out of his little world of you
◞ he answered with a "oh, uh- yea-yeah i'm here." his voice awkwardly cracking at the end. he cringed internally, his face flushing pink with embarrassment
◞ it was only when you giggled did his nerves mostly go away
◞ soon, you two were engaged in a smooth conversation and thankfully for Tom, no more voice cracks
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◞ after a while of you two taking and meeting up as friends, Tom finally asked you out, when you two took a trip to the park, confessing his feeling to you. you were driving him insane, he just had to make a move before someone else did.
◞ at first, you were a little confused ─you thought Tom was being friendly, that the flowers he bought you once every week were just a kind gesture and that his lingering touches were just a way of expressing friendly affection to friends.
◞ well, they weren't. you didn't know that Tom would talk his head off about how you were the most amazing, beautiful brilliant girl he had ever met to his bandmates. you didn't notice how his gaze would linger on you way longer than necessary.
◞ buuut, it all clicked after Tom gave you a little time to think, nervous at what you'd say. rejection would hurt like a bitch.
◞ when you finally processed what he said, you flung your arms around his neck and said a very enthusiastic, "yes!!"
◞ Tom, could hardly believe his ears. the girl of his dreams basically said yes to being his girlfriend. grinning, he wrapped his arms around your waist and spun you 'round
◞ after dropping you off at your house, he rushed over to his own house and explained everything that happened to the others who were equally as happy. "sie hat ja gesagt, leute! lch bin so glücklich, ich könnte echt umkippen!" ("she said yes, guys! i'm so happy i could pass out!")
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◞ now you two were together for a few months now, and during that period, Tom made sure to mention you in basically every interview. he wasn't shy about it at all, telling everyone you were the bestest person on earth. Bill pretended to be offended, but a smile played on his face, happy for his twin brother
◞ he did not give two flying fucks about what his jealous fans had to say or think because he gave two flying fucks for you.
◞ it could be anything, but as long as it was sweet and loving, he uses nicknames like, shatzi/shatz, liebling or prinzessin
◞ Tom spirits were high most of the time because of you, especially if you were around.
◞ he also wanted to have physical contact all the time too, whether it was just hands holding, or your legs brushing against his, he needed it. it was even better if you were on his lap
◞ he always treated you like a gentleman and he knew what you needed without you saying a word
◞ and you were aways there for him when he needed you, if it was a bad day or if something went wrong at a concert
◞ boy, he loved you so much it hurt.
◞ when he went on tour, he'd miss you so bad and would call you every damn chance he had
◞ and when you were together, nothing separated you guys. Tom insists on you sleeping over at his house, falling asleep your limbs tangled together
NSFW (i was so excited to write this part)
◞ you knew that Tom was such a hornball, but what he didn't know was that you were too
◞ he discovered that when multiple times, he heard you touching yourself, shamelessly moaning his name out.
◞ you felt guilty for touching yourself like this, thinking about Tom, but he didn't mind (not that you knew he knew) at all. he was in fact delighted by it and boy, did it turn him on that he was making you feel this
◞ remembering how you sounded as you came and as you pleasured yourself, he jerked off, picturing himself making you feel good
◞ he cummed hard and fast and soon, he was jacking off to you too.
◞ eventually, you two ended up fucking, going at it like bunnies.
◞ it was so easy to get riled up. when you felt more affectionate than usual, you'd pepper kisses on his face and neck, occasionally nipping at the skin there.
◞ Tom would groan in pleasure, his hands possessively sliding up and down your sides before resting on your hips or thighs.
◞ then of course, you two would start to kiss feverishly. you'd try to take control but end up with Tom dominating
◞ he love, love, LOVES to fuck you, make love to you whatever it is. you were too addicting and he needed more as it felt never ever enough.
◞ he'd fuck you in missionary, then face down ass up. Tom would greedily move in and out of you, entranced by the way your ass would jiggle with every movement. he enjoyed the way you sounded, the little whines and moans coming out of your mouth.
◞ "you sound so pretty like this, engel," he'd say while brutally pounding into your sopping pussy. "always so fucking good for me and taking everything, hmm?"
◞ your nails would dig into his muscular back, the sting a little painful, but also pleasurable.
◞ yes, Tom was very good at this, due to the amount of experience he had. but that was fine, since he always made sure that you were his and he was yours. that resulted in you having an orgasm fast, crashing down on you like a tsunami
◞ Tom tries to make you finish first before he follows soon after. or if possible, to make you two come at the same time, your fluids mixing with each other and making a mess
◞ it was also very easy to have multiple rounds in a day. with your tight pussy, Tom's big dick, praise and filthy words, you both probably could have a world record.
◞ after finishing around the fourth round of an average, he'd clean you both up and dress you in your clothes as you'd be to tired and spent to move.
◞ the others often complain that you two were loud and very obvious, a traumatized Gustav walking out once after witnessing the dirty acts you and Tom were making
◞ Tom would just wink at you and you'd smile innocently back
◞ yeah, you two were going for more rounds tonight
that pretty sums it up, Tom loved you and you loved him. you always made his day and he made yours. thank God he laid eyes on you and asked for your number.
Author's note: thank you for reading this! i'm so sorry that it was awful, it's my first time writing this kinda thing. but anywaysss, thank you againn!
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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.
c/w: p in v, shower sex, fingering, slight biting, conflicted relationship
synopsis: you and bill are gym trainers. you envy him but you’re forced to work with him
decided to post here bc yea, more under cut
The clock reads 5 pm, you're sweating and watching from the mat, leaned up against the mirror. Your eyes were locked onto the person you envied most. His stance was fierce, yet with purpose. He was never the one to aimlessly punch without thinking.
"Bill, you were so much help today. Thanks so much, " One of the other girls at the gym approached him.
It was thirty minutes after training ended, the gym was humid and everybody was packing up and leaving.
Finally, the sound of the punching bag being pounded and slammed into quieted down.
"Of course, anything for cuties like you, " Bill wiped the sweat off his forehead with his wristband and turned to her.
He placed his hands on his hips, eyeing her up and down. His eyes traced the curves of her chest.
"Are you coming in tomorrow?" She grinned.
"Yea, I'm always here, " He gleamed down at her.
She nodded with a chuckle, fist bumping him before exiting. The last member of the gym followed behind her.
The door shut behind them; silence following behind it, reminding you your only company left. The buzz from the fluorescent lights above only mocked you.
Bill squeezed his water bottle, catching sips. He threw it back onto the mat with a thud. Sweat dripping from his eyebrow, down to his white tank top.
"What are you staring at?" He looked over at you, holding onto the towel around his neck.
"You. You're such a pervert. You were practically drooling over one glance of cleavage, " You slid up from the mirror, your shirt riding up a bit.
"Jealous? Is that how you want me to look at you?" He held a smug look on his face.
You narrowed your eyes at him. Anybody that didn't fawn over him could wipe that expression off his face.
"Maybe you should focus on training more than flirting, " Your feet peeled off the mat with each step; meeting the cold wood floor.
"I can do both, they don't mind either, " Bill's eyes followed you as you walked to your locker.
"What are you even training them for? How to perform in your bed?" You twist the locker knob, pulling the door open.
"Like you need to know. I'm sure you need that, " He smirked and watched you.
"I can perform well without your help if that's what you need to know, " You took out electrolytes.
"Why are you even thinking about that? Did you wanna join them in my bed?" He snickered, he was closer than before but he was still on the mat.
"Of course, not. Anyone can guess your motives from the stretches you help them do." You turn to him.
"Like what stretches? Tell me? Because I'm really curious onto why you're assuming this shit about me," Bill narrowed his eyes and came closer as he spoke.
He closed you in into your locker, looking down at you. The heat from his body radiating onto yours. You could almost mix body sweat from how close he was. His jaw was clenched, almost chewing on his own tongue.
"It's not assumptions when it's true, " You leaned up and spoke into his face.
He smirked a bit and slowly leaned down into your ear.
"I'll show you the difference between assumptions and truths, since you wanna make shit up, " His voice was husky in your ear.
You shuddered but stood your ground. The smell of his sweat and cologne filled your nose, almost like poison. You could taste it in your mouth.
"Don't act smug, I know you've slept with a handful, Bill, " You whispered into his ear.
"If I wanted to, I would've ages ago, " He spoke into your ear once more, his breath hitting your ear after each word.
Bill leaned back away from you and took your electrolytes from your hand. He took a huge sip as he kept eye contact. A droplet hung from his lips as he pulled away from the bottle.
"Mind your business, " He licked his lips and handed you the bottle.
You could only glare at him as you watched him go off into the showers.
"Asshole, " You muttered once the door closed behind him.
You were stuck as the only other trainer with Bill, being left alone to the rest of the tasks before closing. You placed on your headphones and put on a song of choice.
You wiped down the windows, pulling down the blinds. It shut out the nice orange hue that filled the gym. You restocked items for guests and returning members. It was small tasks to keep the place nice and tidy. Boring but it was nice with the music on.
You took out another spray and kneeled down onto the blue mat. It sunk under you as you began wiping from one corner. You hear a faint door close again, but ignore it.
"You look good from up here."
You could hear that irritating voice but you focus on your task.
The mat sunk in under behind you. You could feel wet, cold droplets hit your calves. You look over your shoulder and raised an eyebrow.
Bill was drying his ears, his hair dripping wet from the shower. You watched a water droplet run down his chest, tracing his toned body.
"What the fuck? Go put on clothes, " Your eyes moved down to the towel around his waist.
"What's wrong? Am I getting your mat wet?" He smirked.
You could see his eyes moving down your body, narrowing your eyes.
"Seriously, asshole?"
"What, babe? Does my presence really bother you that much? Am I getting the mat soaked?" Bill leaned over, his hair dripping water onto your back slightly.
"Dude. Don't call me that. Seriously stop playing around and put on clothes." You got up, leaving the rag and spray bottle on the floor.
He looked down at you, his mischievous smile only growing.
"What are you gonna do about it?" He tilted his head.
"I'm serious, Bill."
He reached down to the start of the towel around his waist. You widened your eyes.
"Do something about it, " He chuckled.
You reached out and grabbed his wrists.
"Dude get off my mat and put on some clothes, " You try to push him towards the locker rooms, but he persists and pushes back.
"Come on, I know you're stronger than that, " He leaned down and spoke into your ear.
You grunt and shoved him back a bit. He pulled you along with him as you guys tussled.
"Enough, Bill, " You rolled your eyes as you guys were off the mat by now.
"I like it when you fight with me, " He yanked you into the showers with him.
You let out an exhale and continue trying to shove him. Bill turned you around, shoving himself against the door, not letting you out. The tile underneath you was cold and wet. You glared up at him and grit your teeth.
"Enough, Bill. I'm done."
"I'm not, I think you need a shower, " He leaned down and sniffed you, mocking you.
You groaned and he pushed you towards the direction of one. You tried to fight against it, but his towel was slipping. His v-line was slowly showing more, distracting you.
His soft lips pecked your neck as he moved to grab your wrists, pinning you against the cold, gross blue tile of a shower cubicle.
You closed your eyes, tilting your head slightly.
"Give in to me, " Bill whispered into your ear and nibbled your ear lobe.
"What's your issue, huh? Don't you have other girls to do this to?" You lean away.
"They aren't fun like you, " He stood up straight, sliding his hands down to your waist.
You clenched your fists and twisted the water on. It sprayed on him, running down his hair and body.
"Admit it, you're jealous of them, " Bill leaned down again and whispered into your ear.
The water filled the void of your answers. It was cold, yet it didn't help with how heated up you felt inside. Your shirt was getting drenched, becoming see through. He glanced down and back up at you.
"Don't I frustrate you? Your blood boils when you see me everyday, doesn't it? Having to work twelve hours with me, stuck in this gross gym, " He kissed every few words into your neck.
"Who wouldn't be? I can't stand you, " You looked down at him.
"How do you think I feel?" Bill kissed up your ear.
You clenched his shoulders, your wet shirt weighing you down slightly.
"You think I wanna be stuck in this gym with you? I'd rather do anything else, " He held the hem of your shirt, pulling it off and throwing it aside.
You looked up at him, his eyes were already there to meet yours. His eyes were hungry, and by his grip on your waist you could tell he wanted more.
"Make up your mind, Bill. Stop being weird."
"Don't rush me, " He narrowed his eyes.
Bill slid his hands back up and pulled the straps off your shoulders. He slipped your bra down, exposing your bare chest.
You reached up, covering yourself with your arms.
"I'll make your assumptions true if you let me, " He held your wrist gently, leaning down to you. He prompt himself up with one of his wrists above your head against the wall.
"So you admit it. You'll fuck anyone you see."
Bill tilted his head and pretended to look away with his eyes to think.
"Maybe I do. What's so wrong with that?" He pushed your wrists down gently.
He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours. He slid a hand down to your boob, gently fondling it as he rolled your nipple between his pointer and middle finger.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, falling for his temptations.
"Make this quick, " You muttered into the kiss.
"What's the rush for?" Bill spun you around by your waist.
He kissed behind your ear and down the side of your neck, pressing his hard on against your ass.
Your hands and chest pressed up against the tile. The water continuously soaking the both of you as he continued kissing your neck, moving his hands to the start of your shorts.
"The gym needs to be closed on time, " You tilt your neck to give him more access.
"Strict, aren't you? Why do that when you can be with me?" He grinned against your skin as he nipped at it, leaving small red marks.
"Stop talking, " You closed your eyes in content, letting out small moans.
Bill pushed down your shorts as he pulled off his towel. You pushed off the wall a bit to position yourself for him. He slid his fingers down your slit, spreading your juices over your folds and clit. You shuddered to his warm touch, his fingers calloused probably from all of that training.
He dipped one of his fingers into you, gently pumping it in and out.
"Is this okay?" He whispered against your ear.
You nod in response, feeling him dip another finger inside of you. He curled his fingers, chuckling softly.
"What's so funny?" You let out, looking down at the ground to distract yourself from embarrassment.
"I think it's sweet that you're taking me so well. I thought you hated me, babe, " He sucked on your neck and nipped, leaving behind darker marks.
"I do," You mewled, feeling his other hand meet your boob again. His wet fingers slid up to your clit, circling it softly.
"Yea? Doesn't sound like it, " He removed his fingers from your pussy, keeping the other on your boob.
You let out a small whine from the lost of warmth.
Bill positioned his size, teasing your entrance before slowly entering. You let out a small gasp, angling yourself to help. He reached up to your jaw after fully entering you, turning your face to his.
He stared into your eyes like it meant more, leaning down to kiss your lips. You closed your eyes as he bent over you slightly, moving his hips slowly. Your stomach turned from pleasure as you moaned softly into your lips.
He slid his hand from your jaw down to your neck, gently grasping it. You held onto the wall to keep balance as you bit his lip.
He grunted, the taste of blood melting into the kiss.
He slapped your side, growling slightly before kissing you harsher. You breathed heavily, moving your lips along with him.
Your legs shake slightly, feeling the pleasure in your stomach. He moved his hand from your boob down to your waist as he moved his hips quicker. You moved a hand from the wall, clasping your fingers into his. The water washed off your sweat as he continued, the fresh smell of his products flooding your nose.
Your feet slightly slip from the wet surface. He held you tightly as he moved his lips into yours. You parted your lips, gasping slightly from the pleasure. He held your throat, sliding his tongue in as you let out small squeals into the kiss.
"Where's that attitude from before?" He pulled away from the kiss after a bit.
"Be quiet and finish up, " You threw your head back, your head leaning against his shoulder.
Bill reached over your hip and rubbed your clit as he moved slower. He pounded into you, causing you to roll your eyes back, clenching his hand on your waist harshly.
He panted into your head, kissing your nape.
"You're so frustrating, " He moaned huskily.
"I wish we never met, " You squirmed, letting out a high pitched noise, trying to hold back.
He bit your shoulder, almost hard enough to draw blood, earning a wince from you. He chuckled behind you as he moved his hips faster, letting out low moans.
"Don't say things you don't mean, fuck. I'm close, " He bucked his hips.
You squealed, clenching your eyes as your thighs shook. You let out a content sigh as he pulled out quickly, releasing onto your back. You pant softly, holding onto the shower rail, not once looking at him.
Bill glanced at you from behind, admiring his work and your curves. He was quiet for a bit but he reached out, holding your hips. He licked the bite mark he left on your shoulder, gently.
"What, Bill?"
"What's with that tone?" He hummed, kissing the bite mark.
You don't respond, feeling the water run down your back. He held you against his chest. He massaged your sides, placing his chin on your head.
You placed your hands on his wrist, conflicted.
"So, now what? Are you still gonna go around and sleep with those girls?" You mumble the last part.
"What did you say to me?" He held your jaw and turned your face to him.
"Are you gonna go sleep with those girls?" You narrowed your eyes.
"I can't believe you think that lowly of me, " He sucked his teeth and looked down at you as he pressed his thumb into your cheek.
"Tell me, Bill."
"What's there to tell you?" He slid a finger into your lips, forcing you to suck it.
He watched with no emotion on his face, you couldn't read how he felt.
"Believe what you want, " He whispered into your ear.
He pulled away, turning away to grab a towel to dry off.
"Just answer me, Bill, " You clenched your fists, turning away from the wall to look at him.
He pulled a shirt over his head, it clung to his body from the dampness.
"You can continue to be curious or just let me fuck you every now and then. How does that sound?" Bill pulled on his sweatpants.
"Are you kidding me?" You crossed your arms.
"Why would I be?" He grabbed his bag.
"Answer me, stop being vague!" You raised your voice a bit.
He shrugged and walked to the door to leave.
"Believe what you want, " The door shut behind him before you could continue.
