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[bkaulitzz]

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info: SOFT DOM!bill x y/n, SMUT, very gentle, p in v

synopsis: after a cute date, bill and you go home and have a special night

more under cut :)

I held his neck, his grasp on my sides as we were breathless. We didn't even bother to close our room's door as we burst through. My lips were on his as he pushed me toward our bed, nearly stumbling as I fell onto it. Bill's gentle hands wandered my body, him on top of me as if I were a gentle flower blooming. My nose was filled with his sweet, husk scent.

"Bill..." I murmured into the kiss, finally opening my eyes. "Tonight?..." My breath was shaky, and I felt him pull away after a few.

"Only if you allow me, " His hands slid under my loose shirt, rubbing my sides. I bit the bottom of my lip, nodding. I reached over for our lamp, lighting the dark room as the curtains closed us off from the real world. He planted his lips back onto mine, plump and gentle as always. My hands ran into his hair, my fingers tangling with the black strands.

"I love you, " I mumbled into the kiss, feeling his hands slowly scurry up to my chest.

"I love you...too, " He whispered. Bill pulled away, his hands moving to my back to unclip my bra as he kept warm eye contact. He slowly slipped it off, gently placing it beside us. He lifted my shirt slowly as if I was a present on Christmas with wrapping so pretty that he wanted to treasure.

"You're so beautiful, Y/n. I mean it, " He said with a grin as he looked over my chest and up to my face. My cheeks grew warm, his cold touch on my chest balanced it out. He came down, placing gentle kisses around my breasts as his hands toyed with my nipples. I shivered slightly, my hands never leaving his hair. "Such a sweet girl, " He praised, his lips hovering over one of my buds. I looked down at him and he had kept his stare on me the whole time. He wrapped his lips around my nipple, and his right hand continued to tease my nipple between his pointer and middle finger. I softly moaned, closing my eyes as I pressed my lips together. He grazed his teeth gently against my nipple. I winced, arching my back and I felt his chin collide with my lower ribcage. My hands slightly tugging his raven hair. His right hand moved away from my nipple, his fingertips slowly moving down along my ribcage. My breath hitched and I slowly came back down, looking down at him.

Bill's lips parted from my nipple, placing gentle kisses around it as he began to nip the skin. I furrowed my brows, clenching my jaw. He kissed the fresh purple marks that he formed to ease them. "You're all mine, I'm so happy you trust me, " He leaned into my neck, pecking it before sitting up. His fingers looped into the start of my pants, gently slipping them off of me. I felt my face grow hot again, allowing him to undress me. He laid back down, his head between my thighs as his fingers were on the strap of my panties. He looked up at me for reassurance and I nodded. He kissed my clothed pussy as he began to slide them down my thighs. Bill pulled them to my ankle, the anticipation in me growing. He placed them beside my bra, his attention turning back to me. He placed long kisses around my pussy, his eyes closed as his hands were on my thighs, rubbing them. "My girl, " He whispered in between each kiss. Each place he touched left a tingly sensation, more butterflies grew in my stomach.

"I'll take care of you, " He continued, opening his eyes. His touch from my right thigh moved down to my pussy, his fingers gently slid against my slick folds. I let out a small yelp, feeling him slide his middle finger in. His left hand continued to rub my thigh, his pointer finger joining his middle. I gulped, and he slowly began to pump his fingers. I moaned thinly, my hands going to the white sheets as I gripped them. He curled his fingers, opening them with each motion to stretch me out. "Pretty, pretty girl, " Bill kissed my inner thigh, hearing my soft moans as he used his fingers. After a while, he removed his fingers, licking them as he kept eye contact. "So sweet, " He praised, sitting back up on his knees. He unbuckled his belt, tilting his head. "Are you sure?"

"More than sure, Bill. You're the only one I would ever want to lose it to, " I said. He smiled at me, throwing his belt aside. He undid his tight jeans, pulling them off after he slipped a condom out of his back pocket. He pulled out his already hard length, ripping the condom open. Bill placed it on his tip, rolling it down before scooting over to me. He held my waist, leaning down to my face.

"This will hurt a bit, okay? I love you, " He reassured before planting his lips on mine. I nodded against his lips, closing my eyes as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I squeaked, feeling him slowly push in. He groaned against my lips, his nails dug into my skin as he managed to bottom me out. Our breathing collided as he pulled away from the kiss, his hands moved on either side of my head. "You okay?"

"Yea, keep going, " I breathed out. He pecked my lips before slowly bucking his hips. I threw my head back, letting out heavy moans. Bill kissed my neck as he thrust, smiling against my skin.

"So good...my love, " He purred. I looked back down at him, furrowing my brows as his pace quickened. The bed creaked as he kept the steady pace, his brows knitted as he looked down at me. Our moans blended, and my heart raced as I placed with his hair. He leaned down, nipping at my neck, and kissed the marks he left. He came back up, keeping his attention down on me as he admired my facial expressions. "Pretty girl, " He repeatedly panted as he bucked his hips, throwing his head back. He looked back down, my eyes were closed as I felt warm droplets on my face. I widened my eyes, his mouth hung low as blood escaped his mouth. "Y/n?..." Bill hoarse, before falling beside me. I breathed heavily as he lay on my arm, my hand was bloody as it was inches away from where the wound was. I grit my teeth, looking over at his back. There it was, the knife that was in our bedside, now in his back. I felt his heartbeat grow slower above my arm as I struggled to pull it away. My eyes welled up with tears, I sat up once I managed to pull away. I leaned over, moving strands of his hair away from his ear and cheek, kissing his cheek.

"I'm sorry, Bill. I love you, " I whispered as my voice nearly broke down. My legs hung over the side of the bed, wood creaks were heard nearby as I kept my eyes down at my dangling feet. Bill's blood stained my thighs as my hand rested on it. A pair of shoes entered my vision, and his cold touch on my cheeks lifted my gaze. I looked up at the long brunette male as he caressed my face with his thumb, wiping Bill's blood off my face.

"My sweet girl..." Georg spoke, kissing my nose. I trembled under him, clenching my fists. "So proud...let's get you cleaned up, yea?" He hummed, kissing my nose again.

"Yea..." My voice shook and he took my hand, sliding me off the bed to lead me to the bathroom. I looked back over my shoulder, my heart sinking as I came closer to realization.

bill kaulitz, bill, kaulitz, soft smut

[tkaulitzz]

HI OK SO

I LUUUUV UR BILL ACOUNT SO MUCH theyre so well written 🙏🙏 but i was wondering if you could do a dom!tom fem!reader smut where hes like the readers german tutor n the readers like all flirty with him when she first meets him ykwim

YOU DONT HAVE TO DUH and sorry if its not specific enough but yopsdhkjsdlsjd yeah😭😭

ILY AND UR WRITING MWAH x

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭

more like this on wattpad @/b_kaulitzz ;) (ok not rn bc this my lit first tom wattpad)

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info/cw: fem x dom!tom, bj (m! recieving), praising, degrading

synposis: you’d do anything to get out of doing german homework

a/n: NOT PROOFREAD. also to requester, i changed plot up a bit, I HOPE YOU DONT MIND…i was having horrible writers block

more under cut :)

I watched as the door cracked over, my eyes meeting his brown eyes. "Hey, Tom, " I gave a small smile as he exchanged one back. He raised an eyebrow as his eyes moved lower through my body, undressing me in his mind. I bit my lip as I tugged at my skirt, keeping my eyes on his. "Tom?"

"Oh...sorry. Come in, " He looked back into my eyes, a slight pink tint washing over his face. I snickered as he took a step aside, opening the door more. "I'm helping with German, right?"

"Mhm, " I stepped in, watching as he closed the door behind me. His eyes scanned over me one more time before shuffling past me.

"Over here, " He spoke. I watched as his jeans dragged against the shiny floor. The wood floors reflected a slight yellow hue from the ceiling light. I followed behind him, my platform heels clacking against the ground. I sighed, holding onto the strap of my tote bag as I watched him pull out two chairs from his dining table. I took a seat next to him, placing my bag on the glass table.

"Tom?" I looked over at him as I reached into my bag, pulling out the German textbook. He hummed in response, taking a seat next to me. "You know, you're a sweet boy, right?"

"I am?" He raised an eyebrow. I nodded, pulling out the worksheets that were stacking up as days went by. I needed this credit, badly. But, I'm not gonna be the one to do it. I shuffled in the cushioned seat, sitting up.

"Yes, you are, " I turned to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. I could see his dilated pupils from here, he was so easy. I bit my lip as I felt the painted design of his jacket sleeve under my palm. "You know how I'm struggling for this credit right?"

"Yea?..."

"And, you know. That one time in math when I helped you, " I tilted my head, rubbing his forearm. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"You did?"

"Well...besides that..." I pressed my lips together as I looked away for a bit. Damn it, maybe he's smarter than I thought. "Could you do my work, please?"

"What?? I can help you but I'm not doing your work, " His face twisted, pulling the textbook over to his side.

"Tom, please?..." I pleaded, watching him turn to the book.

"It's not that hard, come on, " He took one of the worksheets and looked over it.

"Fine...I guess you didn't want a reward, " I sighed as I took out a pen. He kept his fingers on the worksheet before looking at me again.

"Reward?..."

"Yea...I guess it doesn't matter, " I shrugged, clicking the blue pen. I grinned to myself, watching his face twist again.

"No, tell me, " Tom placed the paper down, crossing his arms. He sat back, his legs spreading as he narrowed his eyes. I felt a lump form in my throat, looking from the chandelier above the table and to him.

"It doesn't matter, " I pulled the worksheet over to my side. Shit, I should've just let him tutor me. I shuddered, feeling his lips gently brush over my ear lobe. I could feel his grin, watching his hand enter my vision to take hold of my hand that held the pen.

"Tell me, " He spoke softly into my ear, taking the pen from my hands. My palms grew sweaty as my heart raced. He sat back again, crossing his arms with the pen in his grasp.

"It's nothing, Tom. Let's just do this lesson, " I turned back to him, reaching out for the pen. He raised his hand, holding the pen up high. I stood up, regretting packing only one pen. He leaned back slightly, this fucking idiot. I grit my teeth, placing a hand on his chest as I try to reach for the pen.

"Oh, so now you wanna do the lesson?" He snickered, continuing to hold the pen out of my reach.

"Tom, give it back, " I scoffed, leaning closer to him.

"Only if you tell me."

"Tell you what?" I groaned, taking hold of his wrist. He snickered and I widened my eyes as I felt his breath on my chest. I felt my face heat up as I fell back onto my chair. He held a proud smirk on his stupid face, spinning the pen in his hand. "Perv!"

"And you're not?"

"What are you talking about?" I looked away, folding my arms over my chest.

"What was the reward?" He leaned over, pushing the tip of the pen under the strap of my top. His eyes followed my pen as he moved it down my skin. I shuddered as I snapped my head toward him.

"Do the worksheets first, then I'll show you, " I glared at him, licking my top lip. He played with his lip ring, looking away to think. My body grew less tense as he leaned back, taking a worksheet. I sighed, watching as he filled out each question. I slowly slid off my chair, this better be worth it. I crawled between his legs, looking up at the confused expression that formed on his face through the glass. I sat up on my knees, sliding my fingers to his bulge. My fingertips went against the threading of the folds of his jeans. He smirked to himself as he felt me undo his jeans, sliding down the zipper. I looked up at him from time to time, digging my nails into the denim to pull them down.

"You're not serious are you?" He reached down, taking hold of my lower jaw. I swallowed the lump in my throat, the feeling of his rough callous thumb pressed into my cheek. He raised his eyebrows. "Oh, you're serious, " He watched as I slid my fingers under the start of his boxers. He shuddered at the cold feeling of my nails hitting his skin as I tugged at his boxers. He didn't seem to mind as he pulled away, working on the worksheet again. I pulled down his boxers, watching his cock swing out. I didn't mind either, he's the only tutor I'd do this to. I bit my lip as I wrapped my hand around his length, hearing his stuttered breaths. I slowly stroked him, feeling him harden in my hand before looking up at him. He kept his breath steady with small hicks and I leaned in, kissing his tip. I moved my free hand down between his thighs, pushing them apart as I continued to stroke him. Tom let out a small groan, tightening his grip around the pen. I spat on his tip, spreading my saliva down the base as I watched a vein protrude out of his arm. I smirked to myself, continuing to stroke him to lubricate his cock. The lewd noises between my hand and his cock only caused my heart to race more.

"Is that okay?" I asked innocently, fluttering my eyes as I leaned close. I kissed his tip again, letting saliva slide down it.

"Keep going, " He kept his eyes on the paper. I licked his slit before wrapping my lips around his tip. He grunted, feeling me hallow my cheeks. I stroked the rest of his size as I slowly moved my head down his length. I held his inner thigh, closing my eyes as I continued to move my head down. I gagged as his tip hit the back of my throat, furrowing my eyebrows. He breathily moaned, as I slowly bobbed my head. "Just like that...for the A, " He hissed, moving a hand behind my head as he answered questions with his other hand. I hummed into his cock, causing him to let out a satisfied groan. I opened my eyes, my vision blurry from the tears forming. Tom's jaw hung low as his eyebrows curved inward. "Fuck...you want an A, right? Use that mouth, right, " He strained out, placing the pen down. I gagged as he held either side of my head, moving my mouth down. My nose hit his lower stomach as I looked up at him, hallowing my cheeks still. He pulled me off, allowing me to breathe as his chest heaved up and down. His forehead formed sweat, and the angle of him from down here caused me to clench my thighs together. I panted before licking his tip again. "Yea, you want that A, don't you?"

"Mhm, " I let out a small whine as I swirled my tongue around his tip. He chuckled, taking hold of his cock to press his tip against my tongue.

"You're so pathetic, " He slowly slid his size into my mouth. My panties only became more soaked from his power over me. I hallowed my cheeks, keeping eye contact as my eyes watered again. His tip hit against my throat, causing him to let out a satisfied sigh. "Use that pretty mouth if you want your worksheets done, " He bit his lip, using my head to his pleasure. His breath caught in his throat as he continued. I whined into his cock as I moved against his steady rhythm, my eye makeup slightly ruined from the tears. "Just like that, good girl, " His chest continued to heave, pulling away once I learned the rhythm. Tom let out a guttural moan, keeping his focus on the worksheet. I looked up at him for approval as I worked my mouth on his cock, bobbing my head quicker. He moved a hand back down, caressing my forehead with his thumb as he worked. He groaned, lowering his head as he tried to write. "Fuck-- just like that, pretty girl, " He hungrily moaned. I breathed heavily through my nose, slowing down as I grasped his cock again. His tip poked into my cheek as I slowed down, barely enough for him to feel. I tasted the gloss from my lips that smeared around his cock. He looked down at me again, his harsh look sending chills down my spine. I felt my stomach turn, feeling his grip on my wrists as he began to thrust into my mouth. “I don’t think you wanna pass.”

“I do, I do, ” I muffled as I leaned back, sucking on his tip. He pulled me closer by my wrists, causing me to wince. His face was flushed, and my lips were swollen. My jaw stung as I hallowed my cheeks again.

“Yea? Then act like it, ” He bucked his hips once I parted my lips. Husky moans left his lips, each thrust matching his moans. He closed his eyes, thrusting deeper into my mouth to feel every inch as he groaned in satisfaction. I rubbed my thighs together, muffling moans around his cock from the friction. “Good girl, ” He struggled to let out as he threw his head back, continuing to thrust into my mouth. I clenched my fists, moving my head against his thrusts as I felt his cock throb. “Keep it up-- and all of your worksheets-- will be done, ” He dragged out his moans, quickening his thrusts. I gagged at each thrust to the back of my throat. Tom cursed under his breath, taking hold of the back of my head, and pushing me down as he released. His groan was followed by a hoarse moan. I slightly choked, swallowing the warm liquid around his cock. I pulled off with a pop, drool running down the corner of my lips as I leaned back in. He panted, looking down at me as I licked the cum around his base.

“Did I do good?” I breathed heavily, feeling him let go of my wrists. I held myself up from the cold tiled floor, licking the corner of my lips. He nodded in response with a smirk, looking back at the piece of paper.

“I barely did though, ” Tom puffed his cheeks, as he only answered three questions.

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"I miss my girlfrieeeeeend, " Bill burped as he cried out. He sat on the floor, people crowded as he took another sip of his tequila. I squinted my eyes as I walked in, putting a hand over my eyes as lights flashed from every direction.

"Excuse me...sorry, excuse me, " I mumbled as I pushed past the crowds of people, my eyebrows raising as I finally laid my eyes on the black-haired boy. I hurried over, sighing as I took hold of the glass of tequila. "Bill, I was worried sick. What the hell." I frowned and took his wrist. Bill frowned and shook his head as he tried to fight for the glass.

"Nooooo, I didn't finish. I miss my girlfriend, " He slurred and stood up as he leaned onto me. I sighed and wrapped an arm around his waist as I placed the glass down. He groaned as he flailed his arm, trying to grab the glass. I held his arm, pressing my lips together.

"Bill...I am your girlfriend, silly, " I said and he gasped and widened his eyes, wrapping his arms around me. He giggled as he held me right, laying his cheek on my head.

"Y/n! I missed you! Where were you?" He dramatically cried out; his eyes started to water up as I helped him out, past the crowds of people. The music could be felt in my chest as I did, everything was so overwhelming.

"At home, " I responded as we made it out, he kept a tight grip around me as he looked around at the other people as we walked out.

"Yea, this sexy girl...is mine, " He slurred out as we finally made it out. The music was muffled as I took him to the car, rolling my eyes at his slurred words.

"Okay Bill, let go, " I grunted as we stood by the passenger door, I tried to pull his arms off my waist. He whined and shook his head as he held me close.

"But, you're so...warm, " He closed his eyes and hummed, his head moving down to my chest. I sighed and ran my fingers through his black hair. He hummed, smiling against my skin as his face lay on my chest. I smiled awkwardly at the people who were leaving the party and passing by, waving to them. The only thing that lit on us was pink-orange streetlights. I held his arms and gently tried to pry him off.

"You're so cute, but we need to go home. We can't stand here all night, " I said and pursed my lips as I furrowed my brows, he tightened his grip and shook his head into my chest.

"Yes, we can!... I like it here!" He muffled and whined once more, I could feel his lashes tickling my skin. I rubbed his back and kissed his forehead.

"We can do this longer at home, in bed!" I said and he gasped, popping his head up with a wide smile.

"Really?..." He gasped out as he pulled away, his arm reaching over to the car door handle, missing. I sucked my teeth and shook my head, opening the door for him. He smiled widely as he stumbled into the seat, I leaned over and locked the seatbelt in, closing the door shut before running to the driver's side and hopping in. Bill yawned as he laid his head back on the headrest, moving a hand slowly over to my thigh. I grinned and backed out of the parallel parking, turning on my car lights. He looked over at me, blinking his eyes slowly, and his hand rubbed on my thigh. I widened my eyes and jumped a bit as I tried to keep my eyes on the road and steady hands on the wheel.

"Bill? What are you doing?" I raised an eyebrow and stopped at the red light, once we approached one. He bit his bottom lip and moved his hand into my inner thigh.

"Y/n...you just...look so sexy tonight, " His eyes were still hooded and his motions were sloppy. I laughed sarcastically and picked up his wrist, placing it on his lap which caused him to whine.

"Babe, you're drunk. We can't do that, " I gave him a small smile as he pouted. He let out a sigh, leaning back into his seat.

"Fine, when...we wake up...though?" He bit his lip as he smiled, looking over at me. I rolled my eyes and sighed before letting out a laugh.

"If the hangover isn't so bad, " I hummed and started to drive again as the lights turned green. He winked and closed his eyes, dozing off to take a small nap.

TIME SKIP

I groaned as Bill held an arm around me, leaning onto me as I pushed open our front door. "Bill, come on. Wake up, we're home." I sighed and helped him in, closing the door behind us. Every step to our room was a struggle, I had to make sure both I and Bill didn't fall. He was bound to pass out on the stairs. I breathed heavily in relief once we made it to our room, standing by our bedside. The moonlight shined in past our curtains, casting light onto our bedsheets. He let out a groan before falling onto the bed, pulling him down with me.  I let out a yelp and turned to him, feeling his arms around me again.

"5 more minutes..." He mumbled and laid his head on my chest. I pursed my lips and rubbed his back, he snored softly as he lay asleep. I cooed, tracing his back up and down with my nails gently.

"How much did you drink?" I whispered and raised another hand to play with his hair. He smiled against my skin, mumbling in response. I lay there for a few minutes, tracing his back and playing with his hair for a while. Once he was sound asleep, I cautiously pulled him off and adjusted him onto the couch to make him lay on his side. I grunted with each movement as I laid his top knee out and his top arm under his head. (Recovery Position.) I grabbed a fuzzy blanket, laying it out over him, leaning down to kiss his forehead. I ran back out of our room and down the stairs to the kitchen. I breathed heavily as I made it back with a water bottle, sitting by his legs. I sat Bill up, earning a groan. I sighed as I wrapped the blanket over him, picking up the water bottle that lay on the bed. "Drink this, please."

"I don't wanna, " He whined and leaned his head onto me, his arms were wrapped inside the blanket. I bit on my lip, opening the water bottle.

"Please? Bill? You need to, " I pleaded and he sat up, frowning as he stared at me with hooded eyes. He parted his lips and waited as I leaned the bottle to his lips. He took a few sips before closing his lips and taking his final swallow. I pecked his cheek, closing the water bottle. "Good, " I said and he gave me a small smile as his cheeks turned pink. I laid him back down on his side, placing the water bottle on the bedside. "Now, makeup." I huffed and pulled out the pack of makeup wipes, sitting on my legs as I leaned on the bed. Bill closed his eyes as I wiped his eyeshadow and eyeliner off. After a while, I placed the used wipes on the bedside. God, I am too tired to deal with that now. I yawned and cupped his cheek, caressing his cheek with my thumb.

"I love you so much, Y/n. You treat me so well, " He whispered with a smile. I leaned in and pecked his lips, smiling against his lips.

"I'm supposed to, love. Do you wanna cuddle now?" I tilted my head and continued to caress his cheek. He nodded eagerly, opening his arms. I crawled into the bed and wrapped my arms around his neck. He leaned his head into my chest, leaving soft kisses as he wrapped his arms around me. I yawned, blinking slowly before dozing off.

TIME SKIP

"Y/nnnn?" Bill called out as he made it down the stairs, frowning as he rubbed his eyes. He groaned as he covered his eyes from the sunlight, peeping through the window blinds. I hummed softly as I tasted the chicken noodle soup from the ladle, adding in more pepper. I felt his gentle grasp around my waist. He groaned and rested his chin on my shoulder, his eyes closed. "My head hurts."

"Well, you drank basically every alcohol you could taste test, dummy, " I rolled my eyes and turned off the stove, Bill pouted in response. "Here, eat first, " I said as I grabbed a bowl, his arms never leaving my waist. I ladled soup into the bowl, blowing on it as I made it toward the table. He smiled a bit, rubbing his eyes as he sat down. I placed a spoon into the bowl, pecking his cheek before going to the cabinet above the sink to grab ibuprofen.

"This is super yummy, " He mumbled as he sipped the soup, I came over and placed two pills near him on a paper towel. "I'm never fucking drinking again, " Bill groaned out, continuing to eat. I snickered and massaged his shoulders, leaning over and pecking his cheek again.

"I'll be there to monitor you next time."

[bkaulitzz]

𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰!

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info/warnings: SMUT, femxsub!bill, face riding, head!f&m receiving, p in v, unprotected sex, choking, dacryphillia

synopsis: Y/N has a surprise for Bill, but he gets impatient

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The kitchen was warm and cozy, the smell of cookies hit my face as I opened the oven door. I hummed to the holiday music, sliding on the cotton mittens before reaching in to take out the tray. I closed the oven with my hips, placing the tray on the stove to let the cookies chill. I raised an eyebrow, feeling a pair of arms around my waist as I used a spatula to slide the cookies off.

"Babe?" Bill dragged out with a pout, placing his chin on my shoulder. I hummed, reaching up to turn on the ventilation on the hood. "Can you please tell me the surprise?..." He asked I rolled my eyes as it was the millionth time he asked.

"No, Bill. I told you to wait until the party's over, " I huffed, hearing him raspily whine. "Just help with the decorations, please? Before the guests come?" I hummed, picking up a cookie and putting it over my shoulder to his lips. He took a bite with a frown.

"But, I wanna see now, " Bill rubbed my sides, leaning into my neck to plant kisses. I bit my lip, pulling away.

"Bill. Put the decorations up now, " I turned around, glaring at him as I leaned against the counter.

"Fine, " He sucked his teeth, walking back into the living room to hang ornaments.

"Good boy, " I grinned, coming back to the fridge. I pulled out the chilled cookie dough and placed it on the counter. I sighed, grabbing the flour, and sprinkling some on the counter to prep for the second batch. I threw the dough down onto the surface, picking up a rolling pin. I rubbed flour on it, beginning to roll out the dough. My breath hitched as I felt familiar arms around me again, one of his hands slowly gliding down my waist. "Bill?"

"Hm?..." Bill's voice muffled in the crook of my neck, kissing the side of my neck as his hand slid into my pajama pants. I gripped the rolling pin, his other hand moving up to my clothed breast.

"Bill. Enough, " I scoffed, trying to push his arms off. His grasp only stayed, his hand on my chest coming under my shirt. I furrowed my brows, letting go of the rolling pin. I turned to him, gripping his wrists. "I told you to wait, but you couldn't just do that?" I looked up at him through my brows and he responded with a frown.

"But...want to see now..." He whined softly. I held his wrists, backing him up into the living room.

"You're such a brat, you know that?" I pushed him onto the couch, throwing off my slippers before I straddled his lap. He gulped as he looked up at me, his wrists still in my grasp. "You want the surprise, right? Hm?" I began grinding down onto his lap, his hands jolting up.

"Yes, yes. Please, " He nodded eagerly through shaky moans, feeling a tent form under me.

"I barely even touched you, " I let go of his wrist, my hand moving up to his jaw, gripping it to force him to look at me. Bill gripped my waist, letting out small moans, trying to guide my hips. I slapped his hands off with my other hand, causing him to lean back on his elbows. I removed my grip from him, grabbing the hem of my sweater. I lifted it, pulling it off and throwing it to the side, revealing a lacey lingerie set underneath. He looked at me with widened eyes and rosy cheeks, and his hands instinctively reached for my chest. "No touching, you're gonna take it how I give you, " I snarled, swatting his hand away. He frowned, continuing to watch me undress, pulling off my pajama pants to reveal the whole set. I gripped his lower jaw again, glaring down at him. "Couldn't even wait till the party was over."

"I-I'm sorry. I can't help it, " His lip quivered as he spoke, causing me to smirk before I pecked his lips. "Please, need you now, " His attention went back down to the lace that traced my breasts. He looked back up at me with doe eyes. I bit my bottom lip, kissing his sweet lips again. The distinct taste of sugar cookies hit my tongue, his lips were eager against mine. I took to the hem of his thin tee, pulling it up. He helped, pulling the shirt off completely, his lips leaving mine for a few seconds just to be attached again. I moved a hand down to his crotch, palming him gently, receiving breathy moans from him.

"So cute, " I whispered into the kiss, moving my kisses down to his jawline. I kissed around his neck, beginning to nip around his sensitive areas. My hand still palmed him, and he let out needy moans, grinding into my hand. "You like it when I mark you, don't you? Like the filthy brat you are."

"Yes, yes. I'm all yours, Y/n, " He rasped, and I slipped my hand into his sweatpants, moving my kisses down to his collarbone and his chest.

"You're so naughty, " I looked up at him, feeling no boxers to separate my touch. He smiled shyly, looking away. I scattered kisses around his chest, wrapped my gentle hand around his cock. He arched his back to the touch, biting down on his lip. I pulled his cock out, gripping it tightly as I slowly pumped him. His tip seeped of pre cum, and was a pretty bright pink. I tilted my head, my thumb reached up rubbing his tip as the rest of my hand pumped him. His lips parted, looking down at me with knitted eyebrows, and wordless moans escaped. I looked down at his cock and back up at him, biting my lip as I felt it twitch in my hand. "Feel good?"

"So...good, " He mumbled out, watching me make it down between his legs. I looked up at him, removing my touch only to place my fingertips back on to trace his veins. He whined, gripping the couch cushions to restrain himself. "Please..." He dragged out.

"Please what?" I hummed, continuing to trace his veins.

"Please, more. I want more, " He cried out. It only caused the corner of my lip to perk up more. I wrapped my fingers around his weeping cock, kissing his tip gently. Bill looked down at me, keeping eye contact as I slowly wrapped my lips around his tip. I hallowed my cheeks, my tongue flattening underneath. He let out sweet, little moans as I slowly took him whole. I gagged slightly, feeling his tip hit the back of my throat. I bobbed my head at a medium pace, my hands on his thighs as I did. He clenched his eyes shut, and repeated pants left his pretty lips. Bill trembled under me and I pulled off with a pop for a breather. I lifted my fingers, running my tongue up the side of his cock, trailing kisses from the tip down. He placed a hand on my wrist, pulling me up. "Can I?..." He spoke quietly, looking down. I held his cheek, lifted his face, and caressed his face with my thumb. I hummed, looking down into his soft, dark eyes.

"Can you?..." I hummed, wanting him to finish his sentence. He looked away for a second, looking back into my eyes as he nibbled on his lip.

"Can I please you?" Bill whispered. I smiled, continuing to caress his cheek.

"I can't hear you speak up, my love, " I hummed, feeling his face grow warm in my hand. He leaned into my touch, placing his hands on my waist.

"Can I please you?" He let out. I nodded with a toothy grin, pecking his nose.

"Good boy, so proud of you, " I watched him lay down completely, his head resting on one of the couch pillows, knowing exactly what to do. I slowly came up, positioning my thighs on either side of his head, looking down at him. "Are you re-" I widened my eyes, gasping as Bill wrapped his hands around my thighs to pull me down completely. I held onto the armrest and the top of the couch, feeling his finger loop the fabric that hugged my pussy. He slipped it to the side, kissing my clit and immediately wrapping his lips around it. I let out a pleased hum, sitting more on his face. He laid his tongue flat against my slick folds, eagerly as he moaned to the taste. "You're so good for me, " I breathed out, feeling him slide his tongue in, curling it to reach my g-spot. I furrowed my brows, biting my lip before moving my hips down onto his face. He rubbed my thighs, allowing me as his nose collided with my clit. He continued to lick my folds, lapping them all while I grinded onto his face. "Fuck, Bill-- good boy, " I mewled, clenching my eyes shut. He moved his face along with my grinding, his tongue gliding against my pussy. I could feel my legs give out, shaking as a familiar feeling formed in my stomach. My whole body heated up, my heart raced as I froze, cumming all over his face. He licked my juices up, not allowing me to pull off until he finished. I panted, feeling him leave soft kisses behind as he finished, kissing my inner thighs. I pulled off, straddling his lap which caused him to sit up.

I raised my hands to his hair, pulling him close as I planted my lips onto his. He placed his hands on my waist, his thumbs rubbing my sides. I smirked against his lips, pressing myself against me. "You're such a pretty boy, " I cooed, his kisses becoming more hungry, his chest caving slightly. My chest leaned against his, feeling his rushed heartbeat. "You like it when I call you pretty boy, hm? So eager, " I mumbled. He ran his hands up and down my sides, pulling away from the kiss to look up at me.

"Need you now, " Bill pouted, kissing my lips again. I placed a hand on his jawline, my thumb caressing his soft face again. My other hand moved down to grab his cock, aligning him to my entrance. I sat up on my knees, teasing his tip against my slit. He groaned against my lips, his kisses becoming sloppy. "Please, Y-" His whining got cut off as I slowly took his size. He looked at me with furrowed brows, his nails digging into my waist. I let out a drawn-out moan, pushing him down as I continued to sit up on him. His breath grew heavy as he looked up at me through his lashes. My thighs met his, and my hands sat on his chest. I mewled, looking down at him, and ran my hands up and down his chest. Bill shut his eyes, his mouth agape as he felt me.

"Does it feel good?" I breathed out, beginning to grind down onto him. He opened his eyes, nodding as he began to whimper under me. I moved a hand up to his throat, my fingers wrapped around his flesh. I began to bounce up and down slowly and he let out a desperate, filthy moan. "You look so pretty, " I cooed, looking down at the pathetic sight. His hair became a mess from rubbing his head against the armrest. His moans become high-pitched from the praising. "You're my pretty boy, isn't that right?" I tilted my head. His hands were on either side of my thighs, rubbing them as he hoarsed out a response.

"Y-yes, I...I'm your- pretty boy, " He stammered between sweet cries of pleasure. I rocked my hips back and forth onto him, causing friction against my clit. I threw my head back, biting my lip.

"You're such a good boy, letting me fuck your dumb cock, " I purred, looking back down at him. His forehead grew sweaty as his eyebrows stayed furrowed. His eyes were still up at me as his mouth was agape, his nails digging into my thighs at this point.

"S...so good, you feel so good, Y/n, " He rasped. My other hand moved up to his chest, teasing his left nipple between his middle and pointer fingers. I breathed heavily, watching him arch his back to the touch. He whimpered as I continued, my pace growing faster. I felt his cock throb and my fingers on his nipple became harsher.

"Don't cum until I say so, " I snarled, slowing down. He breathed heavily, nodding.

"I'm sorry-- I'm, " His response got cut off as I continued grinding onto him. He grit his teeth, and his eyeshadow and eyeliner begin to run. From a mix of sweat and small tears. I leaned down, kissing the tears rolling down his cheek. I hummed, his moans growing silent from the pleasure.

"What's wrong? Too much? Do I have to stop?" I tilted my head. He shook his head, his lip quivering.

"I- I can take it, " He panted. I nodded with a smirk, kissing his plump lips. My grip around his throat never left. I moved my hips at my own rhythm, quickening the pace. Whiny moans from his lips merged into the kiss, merely sounding like sobs. I felt butterflies in my stomach, hearing the sweet sounds from his lips. I breathed heavily through my nose, hushed moans moving into his lips. I slid my tongue over his lips, causing him to part his lips. Bill's hands rested on my waist, never daring to guide me as he allowed me to lead. I swirled my tongue against his and he followed along, our breathing collided as I continued to move my hips up and down.

"Fuck, so close, hold it for me, okay? You're doing so good, Bill, " I leaned back, sitting up again. I took both of his hands in mine, his fingers clasping. I threw my head back, my pace grew quicker. He threw his head back as well, eyebrows knitting and his mouth hung open.

"Fuck!" He squealed, followed by a long string of high-pitched moans. His pants interrupted in between. I looked down, his neck was my only view, purple love marks scattered in a pretty pattern.

"Look at me, pretty boy, then you can cum, " I panted. He turned his head down, looking up at me. His expression was as if he was about to sob, eyes being filled with pleasure. I felt a knot forming, starting to grind down on him to ride out my high. Bill choked out strained moans and I dug my nails into his hands. My legs shook, and my walls clenched around his cock before releasing around him. He let out his last strained cry, before releasing inside of me. I breathed heavily, falling onto him, and wrapping my arms around his neck. I kissed his cheek and he looked at me, catching his breath with his makeup-stained cheeks. I bit my lip at the sight, moving a hand up to hold his cheek. "You did so well, " I pecked his chin and along his jawline, moving a piece of hair out of his face.

"T-thank you, " Bill's face grew pink, and small pants left his plump, swollen lips.

"Let's get cleaned up, yea?" I hummed and slid off of him, holding my sides as I wobbled. He nodded with a weak smile, his eyes hooded. He wrapped his arms around my thighs to pick me up, carrying me up to our restroom. He placed me down on my feet, I shivered as I came in contact with the cold marble floor. He closed the door behind him, turning to me to slip off the lingerie. I pecked his lips in between, wobbling to the bathtub behind me. I closed the plug, turning on the water. He took out bath salts from the cabinet under the sink. He threw a handful into the water, watching the bathtub fill up. After it was filled with lukewarm water, he stepped in, sitting down before helping me get in. Bill rubbed my sides as I sat in between his lap, kissing my shoulder from behind. "Thank you, love. You're so sweet to me, " I hummed, leaning my back against him. I could feel his heart thumping through his chest. He smiled against my skin, beginning to kiss into the crook of my neck.

"Anything for you. I love you so so much, " He said sweetly, feeling his lips come to my cheek. I smiled, raising a hand back to play with his hair.

"I love you more, " I hummed. "We're so fucked though, " I sighed, moving the hand down to caress his cheek. He frowned, leaning into my touch.

"I'll help this time, " He looked like a puppy with his doe eyes. A smile grew on my lips, causing me to peck his lips. "My gingerbread men are ugly though, " He pouted. I snickered, kissing his lips again.

[bkaulitzz]

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫

this is also from my wattpad, just released :)) user is @ b_kaulitzz, pls check out :(( i have more works on there

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warnings/info: fem x bill :)) death stage mention?? thats all, second pov

synopsis: nice dinner date!

Bill frowned, his hands stopping with his fork and knife in hand. "Y/n? You haven't said anything since I've placed the plate in front of you. Not hungry?" He pouted and placed his utensils down, leaning over to pick up his wine glass. He sipped a bit, staring into your eyes. You sat there, silent.

"I see, you don't like steak? You should've told me, silly." He breathed out and looked around the dining room. The yellow flame from the candles bounced off the tan walls. Blinds were closed, and nothing else mattered but you and Bill.

"How about a movie? Hm?" He hummed and picked up the TV remote that was nearby, turning to the TV to turn it on. He raised the volume a bit, turning back to you. Still, you had nothing to say and continued to look at him blankly. He furrowed his brows, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

"Babe, come on. You can't be mad at me forever, " Bill grumbled and rolled his eyes back to think. He tapped his fingers against his cheek, as he rested his chin into his hand. He raised an eyebrow and gasped, an idea coming to him.

"I know something you'll love. Remember when we had homecoming for senior year? I never forgot how beautiful you looked last night, " He spoke like honey, before getting up to the radio. He shut the TV off, placing a cassette into the stereo. 'Careless Whisper' played, he hummed along as he came back over to the table. He stared down at you with a wide smile.

"That night, it was as if you were the only girl there. Only you and I mattered, I held your waist, " Bill paused in between and held you up by your waist, "Like this, and we stayed there. For minutes. I wouldn't want it any other way, Y/n. You're the only one for me, " With every word he spoke, you could feel the smile as he did. He placed his chin on your shoulder, closing his eyes and pulling you close. He swayed you to the music, bringing you to the living room to get closer to the music.

"Do you remember that night? We were so in love..." He sighed and frowned, rubbing your back up and down. Your arms are laid by your sides, not reciprocating.

"Y/n...talk to me. Please, how did we get to this point? I miss how we were," Bill's voice began to shake, you stayed stiff not wanting to even be near him.

"I love you, Y/n. I'll never love anyone else the way I do with you, " He bit his lip as he sniffled, tears rolling down his cheek and down to your shoulder. He continued to sway you to the music. You still hadn't responded to his stupid remarks, furious. After a while, he leaned back, holding your waist and eying your features.

"Fine...Y/n be that way. But, just know, I won't give up, " Bill smirked and pulled your limp body back. Your body in rigor mortis, stiff and cold. Your eyes clouded as you were stiffened and laid on him.

"...I'm never gonna dance again, the way I danced with you...."

[bkaulitzz]

I need that but like strictly nipple play. Like whip cream and shit, stuff on his dick sounds like an infection waiting to happen😭

(using this reply to post this SMALL drabble)

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

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info/cw: sub!bill x dom!fem reader, FOOD PLAY, temperature play, handcuffs

synopsis: whipped cream request 😞😞

His hands trembled in the handcuffs, watching me with his watery eyes. I bit my lip as I shook the can, Bill’s eyes twinkled as he panted, already out of breath from before.

“Is this too much for you?” I crawled over to him, the mattress dipping under my knees.

He let out a strained whimper, feeling my cold hand press on his chest as I tilted the whipped cream to his nipple. I snickered as I watched him shiver from the cold cream, tickling his skin.

“No, ” He stammered, arching his back.

He squeaked once I leaned down, licking the cream off his nipple. The handcuffs jingled as they hit the headboard.

“Do I make you feel good?” I pinched his other nipple with my free hand, gently sucking at the one pillowed between my lips.

Bill’s chest caves, his breath hitching. It was like he wanted to look away but he just couldn’t.

“Answer me, ” I glared up at him, kissing around his nipple.

“Yes, you do, ” He said in a hushed tone.

I furrowed my eyebrows, pressing the cold can against his cock. He yelped, attempting to close his legs, only to fail as my hand pressed against his thigh to keep them open.

“Yes! Yes! You do!” He cried out.

I bit my lip with a smirk, moving the cold can up and down his dick. His pretty lips were parted as he shuddered, whining.

bill kaulitz, bill kaulitz smut, bill smut, submissive bill kaulitz

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a/n if you guys want more let me know 😞

[bkaulitzz]

𝐁𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡

more like this on my wattpad b_kaulitzz

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i dont rlly have any pics to match sigh

info/warnings: SMUT, p in v, oral, praising, FEM x SUB!BILL, no usage of y/n but it is x reader

synopsis: based on that one chai bot that asks you to wash his hair, I DONT DESCRIBE HAIR OR BLUSHING BC I TRY TO BE INCLUSIVE 🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️

more under cut :)

I hugged a pillow between my legs, running my nails over the remote buttons as the TV shined on my face. The low hum coming from the TV as the room was dark, my hip resting against the firm, leather cushion. I yawned, my eyes barely opening as the drama murmured. I raised an eyebrow, hearing the door crack open. Bill's slim figure entered my vision as he was already inside, closing the door. He sighed in relief, locking it before coming over by the feet side of the couch. "How was the show?" I sighed, looking up at him as he held wide eyes with a smile. His mascara and eyeshadow practically melted.

"It was great...I'm exhausted, " He said. I sat up, moving my legs off the couch. He came over, the cushion dipped as he took a seat next to me.

"I can see that, " I snickered as I scanned over his face and hair. His hair was slightly shiny from the mixed sweat and hairspray, the TV screen light only exposing him more. He frowned as his gaze from the TV turned to me.

"Do I look that bad?" He reached up from a piece of his hair, pouting as he looked up at the start of the spikes that surrounded his hairline.

"Yes, " I snickered more, covering my mouth as the laugh became more obnoxious. He whined, looking at me again.

"You don't have to be so mean about it, " He twirled the crunchy piece of hair that slowly unraveled from the hairspray.

"I'm just playing, Bill, " I rolled my eyes, sitting back on my hands.

"Well...can you do something about it?" He tilted his head, running his fingers through more crunchy strands.

"As in?..." I raised an eyebrow.

"Wash my hair?" He leaned in close as he asked, fluttering his eyelashes. I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

"What?? No, you can do that yourself, " I crossed my arms, sitting more on the couch as I turned back to the TV.

"Please?" He pleaded with a frown and I kept my attention on the cheesy romance drama.

"No," I repeated.

"Pleeeaaaaase, " Bill dragged out, placing his temple on my shoulder as he looked up at me. I turned my head to him as he gave me doe eyes, his hands fidgeting to take off one of his bracelets. My eyebrows relaxed as I looked down at him, giving a small smile before parting my lips.

"No, " I said sternly. He pouted, staying in the position he was in.

"Don't be like that, " He whined, groaning after. "Just this once? Please? I won't ever ask you again, " He threw off his cuff bracelets, causing them to clank against the glass coffee table. I clicked my tongue, rolling my eyes.

"I don't know why you want me to do it so bad, " I pushed him off, pressing my finger pads against his forehead. He frowned, attaching his chin to my shoulder.

"Because I'm your bestest, sweetest, nicest, and hottest friend. And, you'll do anything for me, right?" He grinned, his canine teeth showing as his eyes squinted from smiling widely.

"You're being sooo corny, are you drunk?" I snickered. He shook his head, throwing the rest of his bracelets onto the table.

"Is that a yes?" His eyes became hooded as he stared over my lips, only a few inches away. He looked back up at me with the same doe look.

"Fine, only so you shut up, " I scoffed, getting up from the couch. I reached for the remote, shutting the TV off, leaving us in the dark again. He squealed quietly, clapping his hands.

"Yay!" Bill exclaimed. I sighed, throwing the remote onto the couch before making my way to the single bathroom. I turned on the light, rubbing my eyes as I walked to the tub. I sat on the ledge, looking over at Bill as he held a grin. He closed the door behind him, coming over to sit back on my right against the tub.

"Cold or what?" I reached up for the shower head, taking it off it's place. I turned it on, feeling the temperature as he rolled his eyes back instinctively to think.

"Lukewarm, " His eyes turned to me with the same doe look. I reached for the knob, twisting it with a creak before feeling the temperature again. I sighed before turning to Bill.

"Close your eyes, " I said before he did so. I ran the water over his hair from his hairline, his spikes deflating as they soaked up the water. I ran my fingers through his scalp, causing him to shiver. I snickered, making sure to drench his whole head.

"That tickles, " He breathed out. I turned off the water, grabbing the mini shampoo, and clicked it open before splurting a quarter size into my palm.

"This is gonna tickle more, " I said and lathered the shampoo into a foam. He looked over at me, his eyes still surrounded by the shimmery eyeshadow.

"Be gentle, " He said. I leaned more over him, both of my hands moving into his hair. I bit my lip, focusing on his hair as his eyes looked up at me. I massaged the soap into his scalp with my fingertips, causing Bill to close his eyes. He hummed in delight as the lather ran through my fingers and his hair.

"Does it feel good?" I ran the shampoo through his hair strands before massaging it into his scalp again. He let out a small 'mhm,' looking up at me again with hooded eyes.

"Thank you, you're so sweet, " He purred, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. I grimaced, continuing to scrub his hair.

"Sweet?" I fake gagged, pulled away, and shook the excess shampoo off my hands.

"Yea, sweet. Is something wrong with that?" Bill huffed. I reached for the cold metal again, the knob creaking once again as I came close.

"Yea?! You never call me that, " I scoffed, leaning down to him again. My whole upper body was over him as my right hand ran up to his scalp, spraying warm water to rinse the hair out. I held my breath as he looked up at me, fluttering his eyes.

"Can't I call you sweet now?" He hummed. I raised my damp hand to his nose, pinching it and causing him to wince. I snickered as I pulled away from his now-red nose, continuing to rinse his hair out. "Why'd you do that?!" He frowned as he reached for his nose, massaging it.

"I always do that, what do you mean?" I sighed as I continued to rinse his hair off.

"Well...it was mean, " He sulked as I turned the water off and placed the shower head down.

"I was just playing, Bill, I'm sorry, " I picked up the mini conditioner, squirting an even amount into my hand. I groaned, moving my hands down to massage it to the ends of his hair.

"I accept your apology...only because you're washing my hair, " He muttered.

"What's up with you, Bill?" I grabbed the shower head again.

"Nothing...why?" He looked away as I rinsed his soft hair out of the conditioner.

"You're really soft today, " I squeezed my pointer and middle finger together, squeezing the conditioner out of each strand.

"No, I'm not!" Bill retorted.

"Yes, you are, " I nodded before turning off the water for a final time. I pulled away from him, getting up on one knee to put away the shower head.

"No, I'm not, " He crossed his arms as he laid there with his wet hair. I rolled my eyes, sliding off the ledge. My feet hit the cold brick floor as I took a few steps to the cabinet.

"You so are, " I pulled it open, leaning down to pull out a fiber towel. I walked back to Bill, leaning over as he lifted his head up a bit for me. I wrapped the towel around his head, allowing him to sit up more.

"No, I'm not, " He dragged out. I exhaled, drying his hair out for him.

"Just admit it, " I snickered, continuing to dry his hair.

"I'm not!" He huffed. I pulled the towel on his head, covering his eyes before letting go and running out of the bathroom. His groans were faint as I plopped onto the couch. I turned the TV on again, hearing his feet pitter-patter as he flipped the switch off, making his way to the couch. "You're so mean!" He groaned, plopping by my feet as I was already sprawled out.

"Boohoo, " I stuck my tongue out, focusing on the movie. He threw the towel aside, his hair still damp as he crawled down to me. I furrowed my brows, feeling him wrap his arms around my waist.

"Now you have to deal with this, " He laid his chin on my chest as he looked up at me. I tilted my head, reaching down to comb my fingers through his hair, revealing more of his face.

"You're so weird..." I sucked my teeth, turning my whole body to lay flat against the couch. He laid between my legs, his chin still resting on my chest as I played with his damp hair.

"You think so?" He looked away, closing his eyes. I continued to run my fingers through his hair one after another, slowly.

"Yea...you aren't responding like you usually do, " I hummed. He fluttered his eyes open, coming up closer as my fingers were tangled in his hair.

"I guess..." Bill locked eyes with me, being at eye level by now. I furrowed my brows as his eyes slowly went down to my lips, his heartbeat against my chest, racing faster than I could keep up.

"Bill?..." I mumbled, moving my hands down from his hair to cup his cheeks. I raised his face to look at me, my legs feeling the warmth of his jeans rubbing against my calves.

"How do I tell you?..." He looked away. I bit my lip, caressing his right cheek with my thumb as his face was painted pink.

"Tell me what?" I smirked, continuing to caress his cheek.

"I..." He whispered, slowly looking back at me. I ran my hand down his soft face, swiping my thumb over his bottom lip. He looked at me with parted lips before speaking again. "I like you..." He whispered, becoming a dark shade of red throughout his face and ears.

"You what?" I grinned, continuing to play with his bottom lip. He bit his lip, faceplanting his face in my chest. I slid my hands back into his damp hair, the beachy smell of the shampoo being so close.

"Stop it, " He whined, peeking up at me, keeping the rest of his face buried in my chest.

"I didn't hear you, " I hummed, twirling a strand of his hair in my finger. He propped his chin up again, still being the same shade of red.

"I like you, okay?..." He looked away. I pulled him in by the back of his head, being centimeters away from his face by now. He widened his eyes as he looked at me, his heartbeat only racing more against my chest. I leaned close, keeping my eyes on his lips before kissing his plump lips. He slowly closed his eyes, kissing back. The faint taste of beer faded into my lips.

"You lied, you did drink, " I mumbled against his lips, moving a hand to the side of his cheek before kissing him again.

"Only a bit..." He responded. I cupped his lower jaw, causing him to softly gasp as his lips moved against mine. "I meant every word, I swear, " He panted as I began to harshly move my lips against his. I raised an eyebrow, my eyes still closed as I trailed my hand down to the growing tent in his pants. His breath hitched into the kiss, making more room for my hand.

"Are you sure?" I pulled away from the kiss. His lips were puckered as I gently squished his face in my grasp.

"Sober, " He nodded as he spoke. I pulled away from his face, allowing him to lay his head in the crook of my neck. His gaze focused on my hand, unbuckling his belt with a few pulls. I pulled it out of his belt loops, and he lazily laid his arms around my waist. I dropped the belt to the floor, the decorations clanking against each other as my hand moved back to the start of his jeans. I unbuttoned them, zipping the fly down before moving my hand between his jeans and boxers. I bit my lip, feeling Bill hide his face in the crook of my neck. I palmed him, his soft moans tickling against my neck. I slid my hand into his boxers, pulling his hard length out. His chest heaved as he laid by my side, continuing to watch.

"So shy..." I whispered, wrapping my fingers around his cock. Bill let out a whine as he shuddered against my cold touch. I slowly pumped him and he moved his lips against my lips. He planted soft kisses, shakingly moaning against my skin as I pumped him, occasionally thumbing his tip. I bit my lip, feeling him nip at my skin as I tightened my grip more. His breath hiccuped, leaving behind small red marks scattered across my skin as I slowly yet harshly worked my hand around his cock. He slid a hand under my shirt, cupping my bare boob as I didn't wear a bra. I let out a small gasp, feeling his run my nipple in between his two fingers. He lifted my shirt above my chest with his wrist, continuing to play with my nipple. I turned my head to him, continuing to keep my grasp around his cock, hearing his sweet moans. He looked up at me with knotted brows, before pulling away to crawl on top of me. I rested my head on one of the couch pillows, my eyes following him as he placed gentle kisses around my chest. He looked up at me with a warm look, his eyes blinking slowly as his lashes accentuated him.

"This okay?..." He moved his kisses down, trailing them around my nipple. His kisses were soft, sinking into my skin as if I were quicksand.

"Keep going, " I nodded, moving my hand back into his now-dry hair. He laid his tongue flat against my hard nipple, causing me to shudder with the contact of his cold piercing. He wrapped his plump lips around my nipple, his other hand gliding down my torso to the start of my shorts. I softly moaned, running my fingers through his scalp. Bill closed his eyes, continuing to keep his lips around my nipple. He slid his hand into my shorts, his fingers already running against my wet slick as I wore no panties. I panted softly, gently grasping a handful of his hair as he circle my clit with his middle finger. His eyes were hooded as he looked at me, pulling off of my nipple.

"Am I doing good?" He gently spoke.

"You're doing so well, " I continued to play with his hair. His face was a soft pink again, moving down between my legs. He wrapped his fingers around the start of my shorts, pulling them off. I moved my legs in the opposite direction, causing Bill to sit up, and I kicked them off my ankles to help. He took hold of my ankles, peppering kisses as he slowly came back down. He kissed the flesh of my inner thighs, slowly moving them onto my pussy. He kissed my clit, his hands moving around the back of my thigh. My chest heaved as I watched him, sliding my hand down to gently take a grasp of his hair. He laid his tongue flat against my clit, eyes still hooded as they looked up at me. I panted softly, my other hand reaching back to take hold of the pillow. I arched my back slightly, feeling him lap his tongue against my clit. The metal that decorated his tongue occasionally hit my clit. The rings on his fingers slid against the flesh of my thigh as he slowly moved them to my pussy. I let out a drawn-out moan, throwing my head back as his tongue lapped, two of his fingers prodding at my slick hole. He slowly slid his fingers in, stopping at the cold metal around his fingers. I looked back down at him as he kept his menacing stare at me. I rested my ankles around his shoulders gently as I repeatedly panted, gripping his hair.

"Good boy..." I shakingly let out. He whimpered against my cunt, causing vibration against my skin. I let out a deliberate squeal, keeping eye contact with him. He slowly thrusted his fingers, wrapping his lips around my clit. He continued to moan against my skin, only causing more vibrations. I thinly moaned, feeling his fingers curl inside of me. I pushed his head down more, his lips unraveling as he pulled his fingers out. He wrapped his hand around my thigh again, his tongue moving through my folds. I breathed heavily, the static of the TV filling my head as I became lightheaded. Bill lifted my hips, licking up all of my juices before pulling away. I let out a depraved moan as he sat on his knees, reaching back for a condom. He tore it open, biting his lip as he pushed the condom down around his cock. I panted, catching my breath as he scooted over, taking hold of my calves.

"Is this alright?" He asked, looking down at me as he lifted my legs slightly. I gave him a small nod before his gaze moved down. He aligned himself, clenching my calves as he slowly entered. I threw my head back, arching my back as I heard his shaky breathing. I let out a high-pitched whine, feeling him slowly bottom me out as I dug my nails into the leather couch. He breathed heavily as he fully entered and I looked back up at him. He gave me a soft gaze, soothing me by moving a hand down on my hip to massage it. "You okay?"

"Yea...continue, " I panted. He nodded, moving both of his hands to my hips. His thumbs pressed into them as he slowly thrusted. I choked out moans, looking up at him as he furrowed his brows. He bit his lip, moving one of my legs over his shoulder. My chest caved as he leaned down, and the beachy coconut smell from his hair hit me again. The mumbling from the TV accompanied our heavy breathing as Bill stared into my eyes, reaching down for my left hand. He clasped his fingers into my hand, causing me to do the same. Our hands molded into one another as he kept his steady rhythm, bucking his hips into mine. The back of my head moved against the pillow as I dug my nails into the back of his palm, his tip kissing my cervix.

"You feel so good..." He rasped, each of his words tickling my nose and lips as he was a few inches away. I breathily moaned in response, the fly of his jeans tickling the back of my thighs.

"Fuck...you're doing so well, " I choked. He leaned down, placing his lips on mine, tasting myself on his tongue. His moans were strained as he shuddered his hips to the praise, my legs moving around his waist as he quickened his pace. He sloppily kissed my lips, barely being able to be attached as he thrusted. I furrowed my brows, pulling away as I threw my head back, feeling him hit my G-spot. "Right there, Bill, fuck, " I mewl. He kissed my chin, pulling away from my hand as he held my waist. He dug his polished nails into my flesh, leaving crescent marks as he sat up on his knees.

"So good, " Bill threw his head back, straining my name as I clenched around him. He repeatedly moaned my name, thrusting into my G-spot. I arched my back, my moans being cut off by one another. He leaned down, kissing in between my boobs as he kept a steady pace.

"You're such a good boy, " I cried out, causing him to roll his hips at a faster pace. I looked back down at him, his eyes glazed over as his eyeshadow was running more than it had before. His forehead glistened as he bit his lip. My body heated up as he muffledly groaned. He slowed down, feeling me clench around him. I groaned, lazily sitting up. I pushed him backward, causing him to fall back and lie flat against the couch. He widened his eyes as I straddled on top of him, positioning myself. "I didn't tell you to slow down."

"I'm sorry, " He stammered. I placed my hands on his torso, rolling my hips as I looked down at him. His brows were knitted as his jaw hung low. I lifted his t-shirt a bit, exposing his soft abs and the star tattoo that decorated his v-line. I bit my lip, watching as his head was thrown back. I sat on my knees, bouncing at a fast pace, causing high-pitched, filthy noises to escape his pretty pink lips. I leaned down, kissing his glistening neck as I kept my pace. He let out desperate whines, followed by grunts. I placed a hand behind his head, moving his face down to kiss his lips. I sloppily kissed him, his lips vibrating against mine as he let out broken cries of pleasure. "I'm close, " He breathed. My hips shuddered in response and he placed his hands on either side. His hips jolted as I placed my hands on his shoulders. I shrieked, feeling him thrust up into me, throwing my head back. The cold rings on his fingers accompanied the burning feeling of his hands on my hips. I felt the familiar knot in my stomach, clenching around him again. Bill groaned, cursing under my breath as I saw white, releasing all over his member. He sloppily fucking my cum into me as he came into the condom. I fluttered my eyes, turning back to him as I breathed heavily. A few strands of his hair flew to the front of his face as he looked up at me, breathing heavily as his musk filled my nose. I reached down, tucking the strands behind his ear.

"You did so well, " I panted, falling to lay on his chest. He rubbed my sides, catching his breath before answering.

"I still didn't get an answer, " He frowned as I looked up at him.

"Over?..." My eyes traced over his glistening features from the sweat. His eyes were hooded and glazed, his hair was disheveled as if I hadn't washed it before.

"Whether you like me or not..." He looked over at me. I sighed, leaning up to peck his lips, his face becoming a soft pink.

"I thought I didn't have to tell you, " I rolled my eyes, humming as I felt him trace circles into my hips.

"I just wanted to hear you say it, " Bill said and gave me a small grin.

"Fine...I like you, too, " I huffed. He pecked my lips repeatedly, giggling as he did. I snickered, cupping his cheek again. I groaned as I looked at his hair, seeing sweat at his hairline. "I just washed your hair too..."

"Shower?" He smirked.

"Again??" I grunted, pulling at his cheek.

"Just a shower, " He mumbled. I snickered, leaning in to press a long kiss on his lips.

"Fine, but I wanna stay here for a bit, " I said once I pulled away. Bill pecked my nose, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Can't wait."

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[bkaulitzz]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

from my wattpad @ b_kaulitzz

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synopsis: y/n and bill get festive, femxbill

warnings: p in v, oral male!receiving, foodplay

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I stirred the hot cocoa concoction, turning the heat down to low. I hummed along to the Christmas music coming from the living room as cinnamon filled my nose.

"Babe?!" Bill called from the fireplace.

"Yea??" I turned off the heat, lifting the saucepan to pour into the matching mugs.

"I need help...with the fire, " He spoke, I could hear the pout in his voice as lighter cracking noise could be heard. I snickered, dropping mini marshmallows into the mugs.

"Okay, in a sec, " I pulled away from the mugs, turning to the fridge. It cracked open as I leaned down to grab the whipped cream. I smirked to myself, placing it onto the tray as I closed the fridge. I placed the mugs onto the tray, carrying them into the living room. "Bill?" I placed the tray onto the coffee table; he looked up at me with a pout as one hand rested on his knee.

"Help, " He said softly, his brows furrowed. I stepped closer to him, taking the utility lighter from his hand. He watched, anticipating, I leaned the tip of the lighter down, placing my thumb on the wheel. The fire lit the room up along with the light from the tree. "Thank you, " Bill said, smiling as he leaned over, kissing my cheek. I placed a hand on his cheek, kissing his lips. He hummed, gripping my waist, and kissing back. I closed my eyes, tilting my head, pulling away.

"The hot cocoa is gonna get cold, " I looked away, chuckling a bit.

"You made us hot cocoa?!" He gasped, standing up from the spot. He rushed over to the coffee table, picking up a mug before taking a sip. He winced, feeling the hot liquid go down his throat. I sighed, coming over, and picking up the whipped cream.

"Bill, be careful, " I frowned, watching him pull away from his mug, having a hot cocoa mustache. He snickered, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

"So, " Bill began, looking over his shoulder and towards the Christmas tree, "What did you get me for Christmas?" He turned back to me. I rolled my eyes, gripping the whipped cream can with both hands.

"You'll have to see silly! Just wait till Christmas, " I said. He scowled, wrapping his arms around my waist. He looked down at me with pleading eyes, planting kisses on my forehead.

"Please?? Come on, one hint?" He tilted his head, fluttering his lashes. I bit my bottom lip in, my eyes scanning over his features.

"No, Bill, " I rolled my eyes, feeling him plant kisses on my neck. I hummed softly, tilting my head to give him more access. "Bill?..."

"Yes, love?" He mumbled into my skin, nipping at my neck. I moaned softly, feeling the hickeys being left behind. He trailed kisses down to my collarbone, rubbing my sides up and down.

"What are you trying to do?" I took a sharp intake of breath, as I felt his hand slowly glide down into my pajama pants.

"Maybe bribing you, " He purred and I could feel his smirk against my neck. Bill ran kisses back up to my lips, kissing me passionately. I moaned against his lips, feeling his finger circle my clit. He slowly pushed us toward the velvet sofa, laying me down as he got on top of me. I placed the whipped cream by the side of the couch; wrapping my arms around his neck, trembling at his touch.

"Bill..." I breathed out, watching him pull away from the kiss. His eyes fluttered open, looking down at me innocently as he rubbed my clit.

"Hmm?" His hands slid to the hem of my shirt, tugging at it. "Take this as an early Christmas gift... Let me please you." He spoke huskily, earning a nod from me. He smiled in response, pulling my ugly sweater over me. I sat up, helping him pull it off. I gasped, feeling his lips attack mine as his hands came up to my breasts. He pushed me back down, squeezing them as my nipples were between his pointer and middle finger. Heavy breaths exited my nose, tickling his upper lip. He pulled away, kissing down to my breasts. Bill's lips came down to one of my nipples, gently tracing a circle over it with his lips. He gasped softly, leaning back to look over the sofa. "I wanna try something new..." He leaned over, picking up the can of whipped cream. I widened my eyes, watching him pop the top off with his thumb.

Bill shook it for a few seconds, tilting his head down at me. He pointed the nozzle at my collarbone, spraying some. He held the cold can in his hand, leaning down to lick the cream up. I shivered, watching his eyes slowly gaze down to my breasts. He licked his lips, pointing the nozzle to my nipple. He sprayed a dab on, coming back down. He looked up at me with doe eyes; his free hand on my other breast as he slowly glided his tongue over my nipple. I let out a small squeal, arching my back and my hands ran into his straight hair. He gently nibbled on my nipple, his tongue swirling around it. My breath hitched, my whole body heated up, and he teased the other nipple between his fingers. I whimpered softly and he pulled off. "Is that okay?" He asked.

"More than okay, " I stammered and he came back up. He planted his lips onto mine and I could taste the vanilla transfer onto my tongue. I ran my fingertips through his scalp, moaning as I felt him grind against my clothed pussy. I reached for the can, pulling away from the kiss. "Can I?" I hummed, slowly sitting up and pushing him down.

"I'd love that..." Bill bit his lip, leaning back onto his elbows. I pecked his lips, placing a hand on his chest. I ran my hand down his chest, slowly coming down to his torso. I lifted his sweater, kissing from his waist down to his v-line. I palmed him, kissing his v-line as I looked up, and made eye contact. He let out small whimpers, moving a hand down to untie the knot on his pajama pants. I hummed and tugged at them, Bill helping as he pushed the pants down. I gripped his cock, tilting my head.

"No boxers?" I pumped his cock slowly, gripping it tight. His mouth went agape, his eyebrows knotting.

"Of course not, " He said with a shaky moan, feeling the cold whipped cream onto his tip. I bit my lip, kitty licking the tip and slowly taking it into my mouth. I hallowed my cheeks, receiving soft moans from him. I slowly took his size, and he repeatedly panted.

"Fuck...Y/n, " Bill rasped. I gagged slightly, feeling his tip hit my throat. I let my tongue glide against the bottom of his cock, hallowing my cheeks as I bobbed my head slowly. My free hand dropped the can and placed my hand on his thigh. He let out a long string of moans, throwing his head back. My eyes watered as I continued, massaging his balls. "You're...so good...fuck. Good girl, " He said almost breathless. I pulled off with a pop, breathing heavily. I gripped his cock again, pumping it as I kissed the tip. He looked down at me, breathing heavily as his chest caved. Bill sat up, holding my face to pull me up. He kissed my lips hungrily, moving a hand down into my pants. He rubbed my clit, rubbing his thumb on my cheek. "You're already so wet, " He smirked against my lips, hand slipping into my panties. My breath hitched, feeling his fingers glide over my folds with the slick. He inserted two fingers into my pussy, moving his other hand down to the slide of my neck.

"Bill..." I quietly mewled. He pumped his fingers slowly at first, humming.

"Let me make you feel good, " He whispered and quickened his pace, rubbing my clit with his thumb. I clenched my eyes, wrapping my arms around his neck. I squirmed under his touch, letting out needy moans into his ear. He curled his fingers, and I panted. "Here?" Bill curled his fingers into my G-spot, continuing to rub my clit. I nodded, grinding into his hand as I moaned his name almost silent. My mouth agape, and I felt butterflies in my stomach. I trembled against his touch, he slowly removed his hand. "Not yet, " He mockingly frowned, licking his fingertips. He then rubbed them over my lips. I parted my lips, licking his fingers. "Don't you taste so sweet, sweetheart?" He smirked, his other hand pulling out a condom from under the velvet cushion. I sucked on his fingers, whining as he ripped the condom open with his teeth.

"Be patient, my love, " Bill said and rolled the condom down his tip. He moved his hands onto my waist, once he was done, laying me down again. My head laid on a pillow, watching him pull off my pants and panties almost ripping them. He leaned down, kissing my lips gently, and a hand was on my side. He teased his tip against my slicked slit. I whined against his lips, quickly shutting my mouth as I felt his hard length slowly enter me. My mouth hung low and I threw my head back. He held both of my sides as he let out a groan. "Fuck..." He shuttered and entered fully. I moved my hands down to his upper back, looking back up again. "Are you okay?" He breathed out.

I nodded, feeling him slowly thrust. I furrowed my brows, cursing under my breath. His head fell into the crook of my neck, digging his black nails into my hips. The air from his nose tickled my neck, and he moaned into my skin. He slowly quickened the pace, causing me to throw my head back again. Drawn-out moans escaped my lips, Bill kissed my neck to muffle his moans.

"Fuck, Bill!" I shrieked in between high-pitched moans, feeling him pound into me. I arched my back, digging my nails into his back. He sweetly moaned into my ear, lazily raising his face to meet mine.

"Y/n, " He repeated before smashing his lips onto mine. We moaned against each other's lips, I wrapped my legs around his waist. "Fuck, you feel so good, " He grunted, pulling away to flip me over onto all fours. Bill leaned down, a hand going around my neck from behind. He continued to pound into me as I rolled my eyes back.

"Bill!" I cried out, my nails digging into the cushion as I clenched the sofa. "You...fuck..." My mouth stayed agape, nothing coming out of my mouth as it felt too good to even let out a noise.

"What is it? Tell me, my love, " Bill breathed out, gently squeezing my throat around his hand. Skin slapping noises and fire crackling filled the living room, cinnamon still filling our nostrils.

"S...so good, " I choked out, feeling his tip kiss my cervix.

"What's so good, hm?" He kissed my shoulder, still keeping the same pace.

"You!" I croaked out, feeling him pull out and slam back into me.

"Good girl..."

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I breathed heavily as I laid on my back, feeling him rub my sides. Bill's skin glistened with sweat as he gazed over me.

"You did so good, baby. I'm proud of you, " He pecked my forehead, sliding off the couch. He picked me up bridal style, taking steps towards the stairs. I held onto him, my head laid on his shoulder, and he led us up to the bathroom. He gently laid me into the tub, looking down at me with rosy-flushed cheeks across his porcelain skin. He turned on the faucet, feeling for a warm temperature. "Good?"

"Mhm, " I murmured, he pecked my forehead once more and turned back to the cabinet under the sink. He pulled out some candles, lit them, and set them around the tub. He flickered the lights off, coming back to the tub to turn the faucet off. Bill poured some bath soap in, taking a step in afterward. I sat in between his legs, laying my head on his chest. He kissed my cheek, massaging my sides.

"So...what did you get me for Christmas?" Bill wiggled his eyebrows. I slowly rolled my eyes as my eyelids were hooded.

"Do you wanna...just...open them...when we're done?" I hoarsed. He gave a toothy smile, nodding eagerly.

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[tkaulitzz]

𝐖𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 .𝟎𝟐

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info/cw: ANGST TO SMUT, fem x dom!tom, p in v, oral

synopsis: fixing things after your choice at a halloween party

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"Fuck, Tom. Just listen to me!" I closed the front door behind me as I watched him storm off, not bothering to turn on the lights. I cursed under my breath, sliding off my boots. The guilt drilled into my stomach as I felt up my fly that wasn't even fully zipped. I followed behind him as he threw the mask onto our leather couch. I groaned, bumping my hips into the armrest as I chased after him. "Tom, please."

"I don't wanna fucking hear it, " He grumbled.

His tone stabbed at me like broken glass pieces that I was stepping on. He swung open our bedroom door, peeling off his black cloak. I stayed by the door as he stood by the end of our bed, not daring to look at me.

"Tom..." I couldn't even explain myself.

He plopped onto the bed, his elbows propped up onto his knees. I bit my lip as he sat there, shirtless. It's so selfish of me, but who can blame me? Every time I saw his figure, it was like seeing him for the first time again.

"I don't wanna see your face, " He muttered, slightly shaking.

My whole body ached as if I had run a whole mile from the sight. I slowly stepped over, the soft carpet kissing my socks as if it were a runway for my bed. The mattress dipped under me as I sat next to him, gently reaching out to his shoulder. His skin was soft under my touch as his shoulder moved up and down. His heavy breathing matched my heartbeat as I leaned in.

"I love you, Tom. I really do, " My lips brushed against his knuckles.

He put his hands down, turning his face toward me. My breath hitched as I watched a tear roll off his cheek. I held his cheek, my face heating up from the sight. I could tell he wanted to give in, yet he kept his lips shut. My heart pulled at his as I wiped the tears rolling down his cheek. I leaned in, kissing the tears that I couldn't catch.

"You can't just come and try to make me forgive you, " He sniffled, turning his face away.

I kept my hand on his face, beginning to kiss his ear. I wouldn't forgive myself either.

"I'm not asking for you to forgive me, " I swiped my thumb over his cheek like I had never felt him a thousand times before.

I savored the way he felt under my touch, feeling my stomach turn. It only made me feel worse, remembering the way Bill's face felt. My thumb grazed over the beauty mark above his smile line. I swallowed hard before kissing his jawline.

"Then, what are you asking for? Are you proud of yourself?" Tom scoffed.

"What?- No-"

"Are you going to flaunt it? Did you have fun?" He turned to me with a clenched jaw.

"What?... That isn't the point-"

"Yea? Look me in the eyes and tell me that you regret it, " He grits his teeth, his tears falling into his lips.

I took a sharp inhale, shuddering. I stared into his eyes. Bill's eyes were so similar yet nothing like Tom's. He's all I ever want.

"I regret it, I didn't know, Tom. I thought it was you..." I felt my face heat up, looking away.

"What? You thought it was me?" He laughed in between, taking my wrist to throw it off of him. "You're fucking ridiculous, what kind of excuse is that?"

"Can you blame me? You guys wore the same costume, " I narrowed my eyes, turning back to him.

"Well, you didn't bother to check it was me!"

"I was angry, Tom! I wanted to take my mind off of things and I thought it was you, " I gripped the cotton bedsheets.

"Angry at what? Not fucking Bill enough? Is that what?" He threw his hands out.

"No! Listen to me!" I yelled, widening my eyes.

"To your fucking excuses?" He stood up, growling. I followed along, standing on my two feet.

"I'm telling you the truth!" I brought my hands to my head, watching him ball his hands up into a fist.

"The truth?? You really think I'll believe you after you went and fucked my brother!?" He stood across from me, his face red by now. My nostrils flared as I came close.

"You're so frustrating! All I'm asking is for you to fucking listen. You don't even have to forgive me. And don't act like you're innocent. I saw how you looked at Bill's girlfriend, " I snarled. His eyes grew wide as he let out a laugh.

"Yea? What way, huh?"

"You know what way, like the douchebag you are, " I pulled off my denim jacket, throwing it aside.

Fuck, I wish I hadn't said that. He doesn't deserve this. His cheeks were wet as he looked at me. My throat was already sore from screaming back and forth. I looked away, the guilt only settling more. Just looking at his face reminded me of Bill.

"Is that what you think of me?... A douchebag?" His voice grew quiet again.

I took a few steps closer, looking up at him as his eyes followed me. I held his face on either side, wiping his cheeks. My eyes welled up at the sight, he didn't deserve this at all. I sniffled as I stepped on my tippy toes, kissing his nose.

"No, my love. I'm sorry, I just-- I love you and I want to fix this. And, I'm just so frustrated with everything, " I kissed his chin, feeling him place his hands on my waist.

"I can't believe you... Calling me the douchebag?" He leaned down as he spoke, his breath tickling my face. I shivered, pressing my lips together. "A douchebag, right? That's all I am? Then, I'll act like one."

I furrowed my eyebrows, walking backward toward the bed as Tom pushed me.

"Now look me in the eyes and answer me, did you have fun?" He glared into my eyes as I yelped, falling back onto the bed. He climbed on top of me, his knees on either side of my hips.

"No..." I swallowed the lump in my throat as I kept eye contact.

Tom reached down for my face, swiping his thumb over my lips as he examined the messy lipstick. "Really?" He leaned down, lifting my face to give more access to my neck. His lips brushed against the purple marks that Bill left behind. "You didn't have any fun?"

"No, I didn't..." I closed my eyes, clenching my thighs together.

"Yea?" He spoke against my neck, beginning to kiss harshly at the marks. I couldn't tell whether he was more mad at me or Bill. I gasped, feeling his hands on my knees, roughly prying my legs apart. I grunted as he pulled me by the back of my thighs, my crotch hitting into his. "I know you loved it, didn't you?" He spoke down my neck, moving his harsh kisses down to my collarbone. I felt my stomach form butterflies as I kept my eyes closed.

"No, fuck... Tom, I didn't, " I whispered.

"Oh, you're quiet now. How good was he? Hm? Tell me, tell me all the places that I missed, " His voice was muffled as he spoke into my skin. I shuddered, feeling his hand slide under my shirt. "How about here?" He pulled down my bra which wasn't even clasped on properly. I arched my back to his warm touch, my breath hitching as he cupped my boob. "Yea? Like that? Does he know that you love it when you're touched like this?" He nibbled down at my collarbone, rolling my nipple between his fingers. I let out a small squeal, gasping after.

"No- no, Tom. He doesn't, " I placed a hand over his hand, my shirt separating us. He planted kisses up to my lips, harshly kissing them. I let out a whimper, feeling his wet face against mine. His piercing pressing into my lips, hard enough to create an indent at this point. He groaned softly into my lips, grinding his lips into mine. I arched my back into him, grasping his hand around my boob more. I furrowed my brows as I felt his tears flow down my face, his lips gently moving against mine.

His cologne filled my nose, it was just as intense as he was. My brows curved inward as I whimpered, Bill's smell still lingers in my nose. His smell was like a refresher, yet it was so hard to latch on to. Bill's smell clouded my head as my heart raced, remembering the way he held me. My stomach tightened, feeling Tom's hand slide down to the start of my pants. I muffled against his lips as he pressed them harder once more.

"You didn't even bother to zip your pants up, " He breathed out, sitting up on his legs. He looped his fingers between my jeans and skin, harshly tugging them down. I cringed at the way the denim peeled off of me, being sticky from my sweat. I watched Tom's hands as they worked, my heart pounding in my head. He threw my jeans over his shoulder, looking up at me. "Look at me."

I did so, pressing my knees together.

"Are you okay with this?" He licked his top lip. His eyes were slightly puffy, pulling at the string of my panties.

"Yes..." My fingers grew tingly as he kept eye contact, slowly pulling them down my legs. My chest was heavy as I watched him lean down, parting my legs again. Even when he was mad at me, he was so gentle. I didn't deserve him one bit.

"Did he kiss you here?" His fingers pressed into my flesh as he kissed my inner thighs. I shuddered as his breath tickled me, his eyes still on me. "Here?" He kissed my left inner thigh. I could suffocate with the tightness in my chest. I teared up, watching him continue to kiss around my thighs. He was so helpless. "Like this?"

"It doesn't matter, Tom. Just do what you would do, " I strained out. He shook his head as he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder.

"I don't think I'll please you, " He pressed a long kiss on my right thigh. I sniffled, my chest caving as I inhaled. It was so painful to breathe.

"You can, you can, " My vision grew blurry as a tear rolled down my cheek.

"Did he do this?" He trailed kisses to my folds, kissing over my clit. I ran a hand on his head, sniffling as I felt his bandana.

"Tom, please, " I shuddered, feeling him gently lick my clit.

"Did he?" His eyes were soft as he looked up at me from between my legs.

I shook my head as I sniffled, watching him sit up. He put a hand behind my head to pull me close. My lip quivered as he kissed my lips and I threw my arms over him. It felt so good. I wanted this. I really do. I breathed heavily through my nose as I felt his soft lips. The slight taste of beer from his lips danced across my tongue. I pulled him closer, whining softly as our lips welded. I shivered, feeling his rough calloused fingertips glide down my stomach. I let out a small sigh, feeling his fingers between my folds. He was so silent, that I didn't even notice him crying until his tears began to mix with mine.

"Right here?" He sniffled as his middle finger spread my wetness up to my clit. I let out an 'mhm,' continuing to kiss his lips. I felt Tom's lips, yet my eyes were closed. He pulled away, looking down at the sight in his hand as he slid a finger in. I laid my head over his upper arm, sniffling. I softly moaned, feeling him add another finger, parting my legs more for him. He slowly thrust his fingers, looking back at me. My lips were parted as I grinded into his touch, his skin glistened as he just stared. My brows knitted as he curled his fingers, circling his thumb on my clit. He looked so unsure, was I also unsure? I deliberately moaned, feeling his finger gently slide over my G-spot. I whined, rubbing his upper arm as he continued to miss it. "I'm only prepping you, " He hushed me, before kissing my lips again.

His kisses felt good enough. My breath grew shaky, his lips unable to keep up with mine. Was it me? Was I selfish for wanting more? I pulled away from the kiss, letting out a satisfied sigh as he stretched me.

"More, " I spoke softly. He furrowed his brows, but before he could continue, I took his wrist pulling him off. "Tom, " I looked up at him, pulling at the start of his black pants. He nodded, obeying as if he was just a toy for me. Tom slid off the bed, pulling down the black pants. I scooted to the end of the bed, tracing my fingers over the imprint of his cock through the boxers. I watched a teardrop roll down his body, growing smaller on its journey down. I applied more pressure on his cock, hearing his needy moans. I slid my hand into his boxers, pulling his cock out, and he pulled his boxers down more.

"Do you want me to do something?" He moved his hand to his tip as I wrapped my hand around his size. I shook my head, pulling his hand off. I leaned down, spitting on his tip. I moved my saliva down his cock, lubricating it as I kissed his tip. His skin grew goosebumps as he took a sharp inhale. I wrapped my already swollen lips around his tip, hallowing my cheeks as I twisted my hand. He let out a shaky moan as I slowly moved my hand down, stroking the rest of his size. I only hope that this could repay him. I gagged as his tip hit the back of my throat, slowly sliding my head back.

Focusing on the way he tasted was the only way I could distract myself from the guilt. I kept my eyes closed as I worked my mouth along his cock, listening to his satisfied groans. I pulled off with a pop, scooting back as I spread my legs. I beckoned him over, making him slowly crawl onto the bed. He positioned himself to my hips, lifting one of my legs. I took a sharp intake as he aligned himself, slowly entering. I clenched my eyes, digging my nails into the bedsheets. Tom bit back a moan as he held my thighs, slowly bottoming me out.

“Is this okay?” He looked down at me. I nodded in response, reaching out to wipe his tears. He leaned down, letting out low moans as he thrusted.

I watched his face as my jaw hung low, it was like he forgot why we were here, to begin with. That’s just how Tom is. He’s too sweet to push me over the edge. His sweet moans were accompanied by his sniffling as his head hung low. I threw my head back into the bed, keeping my hand on his face as I moaned.

“I’m sorry, Tom, ” I dragged out, beginning to tear up again. He grunted, closing his eyes as his forehead rested on my chest.

“Just be quiet, please, ” He slightly sobbed, his hips keeping a steady pace. I caressed his face, panting softly.

“I love you, ” I sniffled, soon being cut off by small moans as he rolled his hips. I grinded my hips into him, my stomach turning.

“Fuck-- do you really?” His tears staining my shirt. I felt my tears well up as I felt the warm droplets hitting my shirt occasionally.

“I do, I really do, ” I let out a high-pitched moan, gasping. My fingers moved down to his lips as I tried to keep hold of his pretty face. I repeatedly panted, feeling his thrusts quicken.

“Do you?...” His breathing became heavy as he moved his hips against mine. Each thrust matched our breathing. My face heated up as I felt him. The air was so thick with tension and our smells.

“I love you more than anything, ” I slightly wept, watching him look up. He slowly came up as he breathed heavily, my head moving against the bed as he thrusted. I closed my eyes, feeling his warm lips on mine again. His pretty face was still soaked from the salty tears that I’d caused. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he wrapped his arms under my back. My sweet boy, how could I ever do you wrong? You deserve the whole world.

“I don’t know how I’ll ever trust you again, ” He moaned into my lips. I rubbed the side of his neck as I chased after his lips.

“I know, ” I whispered in response, furrowing my eyebrows as I let out a breathy moan.

“You’re horrible, you know that?” He pressed his whole body onto me. I whined softly, arching my back, feeling his heartbeat through my shirt. He was so much more stronger than Bill.

His tears fell down my face as he continued. My heart ached at the warm feeling, reaching down to wipe my face.

“I know, ” I mewled as I sniffled. He pulled me close as he thrusted. I let out pleased moans against his lips, he was hitting me in all the right places that Bill couldn’t.

“You’re so horrible, ” A slight whimper playing on his lips.

“You deserve better, ” I breathed, throwing my head back as I felt his tip pass my G-spot. He placed kisses over the purple marks, sniffling.

“But, I only want you, ” He let out. I could feel him trembling as he tried to keep his pace. My lips parted as I let out a sob mixed with pleasure and ache.

“You deserve better, Tom, ” I moaned out, feeling him thrust into my G-spot. His gentle kisses scattered on my neck as he shakingly moaned.

“I don’t know any better, ” He laid his face on my chest again as he bucked his hips into my g-spot. I bit my lip, clenching my eyes, my hands reaching down to his shoulders. I dug my nails into his skin, squealing.

“Fuck! Right there!” I panted, pulling him closer with my legs around his waist. He moaned into my chest as he kept his pace, thrusting into the same area. I clenched around his throbbing size, feeling my stomach tighten. “Tom!” I cried out as I rolled my eyes back, seeing a flash of light. My legs shook as the knot in my stomach came undone. I let out one final moan, releasing around his size. I slowly pulled my arms away, breathing heavily as he pulled out. Tom grunted as he quickly stroked himself, releasing onto the lower part of my shirt. He fell next to me, panting as his eyes were hooded.

I turned on my side, closed my legs, and opened my arms. He looked at me, pressing his lips together before scooting over. He pressed the side of his face into my chest, wrapping his arms around my waist. My racing heartbeat echoed into his ear as I held his head. I reached down to his face, caressing it as his crying seemed to calm down.

“I’m sorry, Tom, ” I whispered, kissing the top of his head. I undid his bandana as he kept his eyes on an object around the room. He stayed quiet, almost as if he had just been sterilized. I laid the bandana to the side, running my thumb over his cornrows. Though he was physically there, the only thing that kept me company was his breathing. My eyes welled up, my hand gently rubbing his shoulders. He’s all I want.

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synopsis: y/n and bill are college students, and y/n has a secret second life?

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I chewed on my pen, looking over at the black-haired male from time to time. The lecture hall was filled with whispered chatter, bright light blaring into our eyes during this early morning. I just wanted to get out of this class, did the professor really have to make us do partner work? I looked over to his surface, watching him scribble stuff down in his notebook. "Could you at least actually write?" I grumbled. Bill looked over to me with a glare, digging his pen into his notebook.

"Well, maybe if you helped me?? You're just sitting and watching, " He scoffed. I clenched my notebook and furrowed my brows.

"I am! I wanted you to look up the definition!" I huffed and pushed the textbook in his direction. He rolled his eyes and placed his pen down.

"Then, what the hell are you doing?" He raised an eyebrow and opened the glossary. I instinctively rolled my eyes back to think, before looking back down at him.

"I'll do the poster, " I pressed my lips together and watched as he glared at me. I wanted to wipe that look off him, he always drove me insane.

"Like you'll do it this time, maybe YOU should do the definitions, " Bill scoffed and shoved his notebook over to me. I raised my arms, gritting my teeth as my supplies rolled over to the left side.

"I did do the poster last time! Can you just do the damn definitions?" I shoved his notebook back and he rolled his eyes, as I collected my pens back into place.

"Sure, anything for you sweetheart, " He gave me a mocking smirk, before writing down the definitions.

"Thanks, " I rolled my eyes, he always gave me a little pet name when he was annoyed with me. It was annoying to hear from his lips. I put my earbuds in, to ignore him while doing more research in another textbook. After 30 minutes, I finally got two whole pages down, from top to bottom. I smiled down at my notes, the side of my palm covered in blue ink. I took out my earbuds, turning to Bill. "How much did you get down?" I asked, and he pushed over his notebook again, it was also filled with needed definitions.

"Is that enough for you, little princess?" He said in a mocking tone, giving me doe eyes. I sighed, looking over it with a grin.

"Yea, actually. Good job, doggy, " I mocked back, Bill sucked his teeth and took his notebook back. The bell rang and I shoved all my supplies back into my bag. Finally. I thought, I was so glad I only had one class for the day. I put my back over my shoulder and quickly left. Bill watched with a raised eyebrow as he packed up.

***

I sat at my vanity, fixing my brunette wig, gently fixing the curls. I leaned over, fixing the spaghetti straps of my top before picking up the eyeliner to fix my makeup. The faint club music could be heard, as I sat there with the other strippers. They gossiped about their boyfriends, and I listened in and put in my input from time to time. I smacked my lips, the gloss shimmering as I sat back to look at myself. It was my favorite part of this job, dolling up for the show. It was so hard to compete with other strippers though, I've only been here for a few weeks and all the customers wanted the same girls. Who could blame them though? They were all beautiful. Candy looked over in at me with awe, holding a big grin.

"You look amazing, Chanel, " She winked, rubbing my shoulder. It was the name I chose, to hide my real life away. I turned to her with a smile, her compliments meant everything to me. She made me feel ten times hotter than I already looked.

"Thank you, I hope everything goes well tonight, " I sighed and leaned down to fix my black stilettos. She eyed me up and down with a smirk.

"You'll do amazing as always, you should go though. People are waiting, " She whispered, I widened my eyes and quickly got up after I fixed my right stiletto. She blew a kiss at me as I started inching towards the stage area. "Good luck!" She called out, my heart raced as I heard the music start.

I bit my lip, holding eye contact with some of the hungry men as I walked out. They hollered and whistled as I cat walked to the pole on the stage above them, before swaying my hips. I felt as if I was a piece of candy, surrounded by a crowd of toddlers. I danced to the music while grabbing a hold of the cold metal pole, feeling money fly around me, the music pounding in my chest. I put my whole body into the music, continuing to sway to the music and putting on a tease show for them. Flashing colored lights on me as I continued. I gulped as I smoothly went down the stage after some time, trying not to stiffen up as I walked into the crowd of men. I scoped out the place for a person to choose, my knees were bound to give up on me as I walked towards him. But, before I could even reach him, I felt a hand on my wrist pulling me over gently to their couch. I yelped and my eyes were wide, looking down at the male. They only opened more as I looked down at him, his lids were covered in black eyeshadow. I couldn't believe my eyes. Bill bit his lip up at me, tilting his head.

"Hey, sexy. I've never seen you here, are you new?" He hummed as I stood in front of him, another stripper beginning her show on stage behind us. I laughed nervously, no way. I swallowed the lump in my throat, it felt as if my throat was tightening if I kept looking down at him. "I didn't mean to scare you, sweets, what's your name at least?" He asked, I let out a breath of relief. I felt as if the weight on my shoulders lifted, so he can't tell. I bit my lip as I straddled his lap, he was so annoying in class but with him looking like this, I couldn't pass it.

"Chanel, " I spoke, hoping he couldn't recognize my voice. He held my hips as I grinded onto him, he bit his lip as he looked up at me.

"God, I want you to myself, could I rent a room with you for a few hours?" He smirked, rubbing my sides. I held his shoulders and tilted my head, continuing to grind at him.

"At what cost?" I raised an eyebrow and his breath began to go heavy. He bit his lip with a smile, leaning into my ear to whisper.

"I'll give you a night to remember, " Bill's warm breath against my ear caused me to shiver, and my heart skipped a beat. He leaned back and gave me a devious smile. I nibbled on my bottom lip and thought for a bit as I continued to grind.

"Fine, but only two hours, " I let out and slid off his lap. He stood up, still towering over me even with my stilettos on.

"I won't waste a minute, " He spoke as I took his wrist, leading him to the back and up the stairs, the music fainting behind us. I pushed an empty room door open, pulling him in and locking the door behind us. He looked around, his eyebrows raised. "Mirrors?"

"Yea, you get to see the show from every angle, " I winked and he pulled me over to the bed. There were mirrors above us, in front of us, and even a few individual mirrors leaning against a corner of the pink-salmon-painted walls. He sat down, pulling me beside him.

"Tell me what you want, " He hummed and took a lock of my wig, curling it in his finger. I gulped and squinted at him.

"What do I want? I'm used to being told what to do, " I said with a nervous laugh. He tilted his head and moved his hand over to my neck, caressing the side.

"You rather be told what to do?" He came close and caressed my cheek with his thumb. I felt my face heat up as he spoke. He always drove me nuts, yet here he was making me go tingly under his touch. He smiled down at me, his nose nearly on mine.

"Well, hm, " I looked down and thought for a few seconds, before looking back up at him. I raised a hand onto his cheek, leaning in to give him a deep kiss. He hummed and closed his eyes, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. I felt butterflies in my stomach, his lips felt like they were hugging mine. I moved a hand down to his torso, rubbing it up and down before moving it to his crotch. His breath hitched as he felt my hand palm him, smirking against my lip as he moved his hand to my neck. He pulled away, leaving kiss trails down my neck. I panted softly, feeling him kiss around before leaving love bites. I winced, closing my eyes as I let out soft moans. "B- I mean, god please I want to please you, " I grit my teeth, looking down at him. He pulled away and leaned back, a hand on my thigh as he rubbed.

"Please me? You're already pleasing me enough, " Bill gave a small smile as he squeezed my thigh.

"I know, I know. But, you are the client, " I spoke, sliding off the bed and to my knees. I sat on my legs, between his knees as he looked down at me. I slithered my hands to his belt, unbuckling it and soon undoing his pants. He nibbled on his lip as he watched.

"You look so beautiful from this angle, " He said, I felt my face heat up, looking away from his eyes to continue. He looked into the mirror in front of us, biting his lip from the view. He eyed my body from the mirror and the front, his eyes flickering between my curves and cleavage. He smirked, helping me as he pulled his pants down a bit, pulling out his hard length. I widened my eyes, looking up at him as I took it in my hand. His mouth hung low, and feeling my hand around him caused him to let out small whimpers. My free hand took out a condom from my top, the other still pumping him. "You're doing so well, " He let out as I tore the condom package with my teeth. I placed the condom in my mouth, positioning it as the rim lined up with my lips. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as I pumped him. Bill gripped the bed sheets as he watched me, my mouth in an 'o' shape as I placed it to his tip. I took him whole, the condom unraveling and wrapping around him. I gagged and looked up at him with tears in my eyes, pulling off with a pop. He gasped at the trick, and I gave him a small smile in return. "Let me please you, " He took my wrist and pulled me up onto the bed, laying me down. "Can I?" He asked as he crawled on top of me.

"I'd love to see what you can do, " I smirked at him, yet more butterflies formed in my stomach as he continued. He made me feel so weak in the knees, I felt like melted butter under his touch. Bill smiled at me, leaning down to kiss my collarbone. He trailed soft kisses down to my stomach. My breath hitched, trembling as he came down lower, a finger under my thong strap.

"Tell me if I should ever stop, " He looked up at me for reassurance, and I only nodded as he continued. I pressed my lips together as he slid my thong to my ankles. He slid off the bed and pulled me close by my thighs, kissing around my core. "You're soaking wet, all for me." He said and I felt my face heat up, I let out a sharp gasp as I felt cold metal glide against my clit. I covered my mouth, feeling his tongue flick against my clit. "Right there?" He hummed and kissed my clit, sucking on it. I clenched my eyes shut, my thighs going to close but was forced open by his hands. I let out muffled moans under my hand, arching my back. "You taste so sweet, let them know how good I make you feel, " He spoke against my core, before licking the folds. I removed my hand, whimpering.

"B- B," I managed to get out, reaching down to pull his hair. He let out a slight moan, sucking and nibbling on my clit.

"What are you saying? You dumb slut, can't control yourself?" He degraded, and I felt vibrations against my clit, arching my back more. He slid two fingers into my core, curling them for my G-spot. Once he did, I let out a loud cry of pleasure. "That's right, good girl. Tell them how good I make you feel, " Bill sucked on my clit, my thighs shaking as I gripped a handful of his hair.

"Fuck! You feel so good, fuck, " I let out, he was going to make me lose my cover. I grinded against his tongue, letting out moans.

"Look at me, " He demanded, I whimpered as I looked down at him. I pushed his head, grinding against his face as he held my thighs. Bill glided his tongue against me, causing me to only moan louder.

"Fuck- I'm-" I felt my thighs shake, clenching my eyes shut as I released all over his mouth. He licked all the liquid up as he rubbed my thighs, coming up to kiss my lips hungrily. I breathed heavily against his lips as he laid beside me. I rubbed his chest up and down, before straddling over his lap. He held my waist, my hands in his hair as our lips never left one another. I pulled away from the kiss, leaving kisses on his neck as I left trails of hickeys. I leaned back, swallowing a lump in my throat as we breathed heavily. I looked pumped his member, aligning him to my core. He let out soft moans, holding my sides.

"Are you sure?" Bill asked, I nodded before slowly sliding down onto his member. I let out a sharp moan, taking him whole. He let out a groan, looking up at me as he held my hips to help guide me down. "Fuck, you're such a good slut, taking me whole, " He breathed out, I placed my hands on his lower torso, whimpering as I felt him. I began to grind against him, slowly bouncing up and down. He looked up at the mirror above us, only getting turned on more. He threw his head back as he felt me around him, letting out loud moans.

"Fuck, Bi-...Fuck, you feel so good, " I cried out, my head hung low as my legs shook, not being able to continue. He watched, taking my waist and bucking his hips into me.

"You're doing so good, letting me fuck your pussy like this. You slut, " He breathed out, as I let out moans and cries. I clenched his shirt, leaning down as I laid my head into the crook of his neck. He flipped us, laying me on my back as he began to thrust into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, gripping the bed sheets. I cursed out as I moaned in pleasure, his nails digging into my hips. "You pretty dumb slut, can't even make out words, " Bill moaned out, a hand raising to my jaw to turn my face to him. "Look at me, I wanna see your pretty face, " He pounded into me, causing my moans to go silent as I looked up at him. My mouth was agape as he pounded into my G-spot. I felt a coil in my stomach, arching my back.

"I- I- Close, " I managed to get out, he leaned down to plant his lips onto mine.

"Together, " He said and moaned against my lips as his thrusts became sloppy. My legs shook as I released around his member, Bill releasing into his condom. We breathed heavily as he fell beside me. I turned to him, laying on my side as he stared back into my eyes.

"That...was amazing, " I breathed out, reaching out to caress his cheek. He smiled, leaning in to kiss my nose.

"You were amazing, " Bill lifted his thumb near my eyes, wiping a bit of smudged eyeliner off my face. I looked down at the hickeys on his neck, my heart sinking as I remembered the hickeys on mine. I press my lips together, I'll just worry about that later. I looked back up at him, gulping.

"I never got your name, by the way, " I hummed, he gave me a crooked smile as he raised an eyebrow.

"It's Bill, " He caressed my cheek with his thumb, pecking my lips.

"I hope to meet again, " I murmured and he wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me close. He pecked my nose and massaged my sides.

"I hope so too, sweetheart."

***

I sat in the lecture hall, clicking on my pen as I fanned myself, waiting for Bill to come. The hall was filling up as people made their way in. I looked up at Bill as he walked to his seat next to me, sighing in relief. He settled down and raised an eyebrow as he looked at me.

"Why are you wearing a turtle neck? It's 100 degrees out, " He said and I rolled my eyes as I eyed him up and down, he wore just a simple plain band shirt. My heart was pounding as his neck was still scattered with hickeys.

"I'm feeling a bit...sick, " I let out a cough, continuing to fan myself. Bill shrugged and continued to open his notebook. I hummed and opened my notebook after him. "So...what are we gonna do?"

"I'll get a posterboard by Thursday, " He turned towards me, yawning as he covered his mouth.

"Good idea, " I said and nibbled on my bottom lip, clicking the pen faster. I looked away from his eyes, keeping my eyes on my paper.

"What's wrong?" He furrowed his brows as he tried to get my attention. 

"Nothing, nothing. Just wanna get to work, " I laughed nervously and started to doodle on my paper, looking back up at him.

"Right...you're weird as always, " Bill teased as he kept eye contact.

"Weird?? Me? Have you seen yourself?" I scoffed and pulled at the turtle neck a bit, to let cool air in. He bit his lip as he looked down at my neck and back up at me.

"I'm not as weird as you, " He tilted his head, the corner of his lips curling up.

"I'm not weird! Bill, just focus on our assignment, " I growled a bit as I clenched my notebook.

"Fine, fine..." He sighed and gazed over features for a few seconds. "And by the way, " He said and held a smirk as he came close to my ear, whispering. "I enjoyed last night, Chanel, " His voice was slick like honey, and I widened my eyes looking over at him.

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info/cw: fem x dom!bill, CHEATING, choking and chocking, p in v, oral, dubcon…, mask kink in a way, you are dressed up as SIDNEY PRESCOTT

synopsis: you get a little hot and bothered from hearing some drama about tom

pt 2 at bottom!! if u cant see it, refresh

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I pulled my dark-wash, denim jacket over the purple shirt I had, feeling every thread count as it slipped over my forearms. My feet stood on the cold wooded floor of my room. I stared into the vertical mirror that leaned against the wall, fixing my natural hair. I flinched, watching a figure step behind me, slithering his arms around my waist as he stared into the mirror with his Ghost Face mask. "Tom! God. You fucking scared me, " I looked up over my shoulder at him, getting a low chuckle in response. "Take it off."

"Slow down...we didn't even party yet, " Tom muffled, reaching up for the bottom of his mask with his gloved hand, and pulling it up over his head.

"Shut up, " I rolled my eyes and snickered, fixing my eyeliner as Tom watched. He placed his chin on my shoulder, admiring me as I fixed my eyeliner. "Tom..."

"Hm?" He tilted his head, his black cloak draped over his body. It was no different from his regular wear anyway.

"I don't know...I'm kinda disappointed in this year's costume, " I sighed, leaning back into him, and moving my arms over his arms.

"How come? I think you look good, " He smirked and planted kisses in the crook of my neck. I tilted my head, giving him more access. "I mean...you look good in everything anyways."

"Thanks...but I just felt like we didn't even try, " I frowned. He clasped his fingers with mine, resting his chin on my shoulder again.

"At least, you're not like Bill. He stole my whole costume and made his girlfriend dress as Tatum, " He groaned, caressing the sides of my thumbs with his. I looked back over at him again, kissing his cheekbone.

"I guess so...you're the better Ghost Face anyway, " I smirked and he turned his head toward me. He pecked my lips, grinning against them.

"Of course I am. I'm the original, " He hummed, pulling away, keeping one hand interlocked with mine. "We should go though, it's starting soon, " He pecked my forehead, pulling me in by my waist. "I'll go start the car, " He smirked, pulling the mask down over his face. I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.

"Alright...don't run into a wall, " I said. He nodded with a thumbs up, turning around to make it to the door. I turned back to the mirror, fixing the black skinny jeans I had on. I raised an eyebrow, hearing a thud followed by a groan. I looked back, snickering and Tom held his forehead.

"Who closed the fucking door?"

***

I scowled, looking down at the potato crumbs that I had just stepped on. The smell of beer filling my nose as 'Monster Mash' could be heard from the living room. The sound of faint ping pong balls could be heard from far, doinking against a surface. I clasped my fingers into Tom's as they rested on my waist, looking around. I pursed my lips, squinting my eyes as I looked through the crowds of people. Some were on their staircase, others were just scattered around. I sighed beginning to walk into the crowd.

"You see him, yet?" Tom muffled into my ear, a little loud to be heard over the music. The fabric of his mask tickled my neck. I hummed and made my way into the living room, my black boots stepping onto what used to be white carpet that was now a beige. I cringed at the feeling of sliding past people with small 'excuse me's.' I gasped, seeing a Ghost Face nearby.

"Did you hear that...and...caught herpes?!"

"Yea, they got leaked on insta too, " I heard faintly as I pushed pass people. I felt the music pound in my chest as I was closer to the speaker. Bill stood by a leather couch, his hands on his girlfriend's hip. His head turned towards us as we stepped closer. He snickered, turning to his side before lifting his mask over his head. Revealing his black and white dreads.

"Are you still mad at me?" He smirked as he looked at Tom. I gave Bill's girlfriend a small wave and smile, feeling Tom's hands leave my waist. He stood beside me, crossing his arms in a petty way. I rolled my eyes before turning my attention back to Bill.

"Fucking obviously, you stole my costume, " Tom gripped the bottom of his mask, pulling it over his head. Bill rolled his eyes, making duck lips as he tilted his head.

"I wear it better, " Bill shrugged, bringing his hands down to clasp them, resting them on his thighs.

"No, you don't. I obviously look better, I wore it first anyway, " Tom blew raspberries as they spoke loudly over the music. I took a seat on the armrest of the black leather couch, resting my head on the wall it leaned against.

"Just because you're first, doesn't mean anything. Like how you were born first, it doesn't mean you're better, " Bill blew raspberries back, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend's waist. He turned to her with a smile, lifting her chin with a hooked pointer finger. "I'm the better Ghost Face anyways, right babe?" He grinned. She nodded, looking away shyly. Tom rolled his eyes, turning to me.

"We don't sound like that, right?" He snickered. I shook my head with a chuckle, sliding off the sticky leather. He took my hand, looking around the living room. "There's beer pong in the kitchen, wanna come with me?" He asked before turning back to me.

"What?!" I came close, furrowing my brows. He sighed, coming close to my ear.

"There's! Beer POOOONG! In the kitchen. Do you wanna come with me?" He pulled his mask back over his face. I followed to where his eyes once were, turning back to him.

"Sure, " I snickered. He slapped my ass before taking my hand to lead me to the kitchen. I sighed in relief once my boots met the wooden floors again. The music growing fainter. Tom wrapped his arm around my waist, approaching the beer pong table.

"Can we join?" Tom asked the two dudes on the other side of the table.

"I'm not playing, I'll just watch, Tom, " I said. He gave me a nod, pulling away from my waist as he picked up the ping-pong balls. The sound of the balls dinking on the gray foldable table started again. The other guys kept hitting the solo cups, missing some shots. I sighed, watching Tom down his fourth cup, making me feel thirsty. "Hey, Tom?"

"Yea?" His focus stayed on the other side of the table.

"I'm gonna get drinks, I'll be back, " I tiptoed, speaking into his ear. He nodded, turning to me to peck my cheek with his damp lips from the beer.

"Be safe, " He turned back to the game. I grinned before walking away from the beer table. The kitchen was also as crowded as everywhere else in the house. Whoever owned the house, had money, and the kitchen was huge. I walked over to the counter and saw a cooler with ice resting on the granite surface. I waited for the two girls talking in front of it to move before reaching into the blue cooler. I grabbed a buzzball, cracking it open to take a sip.

"Tom's fucking ran through, " One of the girls spoke as they were by the sink now. I raised an eyebrow, standing close as I sipped the buzzball to seem unbothered.

"Right? And he has a girlfriend, she's so oblivious, " The second girl sighed.

"Exactly. Either way, if I was honest... I wish we could've fucked..." She looked away from her friend. The second girl gasped, widening her eyes.

"Me too, to be honest, " They snickered. I furrowed my brows as my back was facing toward them, continuing to down my buzzball slowly as I eavesdropped.

"How long do you think they'll last?"

"Probably not long, " She smirked.

"Tom's easy, you'll get a chance."

"Right?" They continued to chatter as they walked off. I clenched my jaw, finishing the buzzball.

"Assholes..." I turned around, beginning to follow behind. I froze, seeing a dark red in my peripheral vision. I turned my head to the sink, gasping as it was full of jungle juice. I grabbed a solo cup from a nearby stack, dropping the empty buzzball can to the floor. I grabbed the ladle, pouring two scoops into my cup. I cringed, putting my lips to the rim of the cup, and taking a sip. I smacked my lips, furrowing my brows. I downed it, still being thirsty. I threw the empty cup into the trashbag hung on the cabinet knob, turning toward the beer-pong area. I squinted my eyes, not being able to see Tom, starting to walk back to the living room again. The music filled my chest as I looked around, blinking my eyes as it was a bit blurry. I raised my eyebrows, seeing a Ghost Face. I shoved past people, immediately throwing my arms around his neck. It felt like forever to get there but I managed. I tilted my head as it was a higher reach than normal. "Tom, fuck. Can you believe what I heard in the kitchen?? Some girls were ranting about you, " I frowned, feeling my face heat up as tears welled up. He raised his hand to my cheek, swiping off tears with his thumb.

"Y/n-"

"Then, they just...they talked about wanting to..." I gulped, starting to hear myself in my ears. "Fuck...what was in that jungle juice...anyways. They were talking about how badly they wanted to fuck you. God, they pissed me off. Isn't that unbelievable?" I tilted my head. He nodded in response. "Fuck. Tom...I just..." I bit my lip, coming closer to close the gap between us. I slid my left hand down to his chest, rubbing it up and down before grabbing the bottom of his mask.

"Wait-"

"Please, Tom...I can't wait any longer. They make me so...mad, " I growled before lifting the mask just a bit to expose his lips. I narrowed my eyes at the beauty mark under his lip, pushing it off for being tipsy as I held his face. "Please, " I whispered against his lips. He moved his hands down to my waist causing me to smirk before I kissed his lips. The taste of whatever he drank before filled my lips which was pretty sweet. I furrowed my eyebrows as the cold metal that I was so used to, hadn't tickled me. I pulled away, gazing over his lips again.

"Don't stop, " He muttered through his breath. I widened my eyes with a smirk, coming close again to place my lips on his. This time, he harshly moved against my lips, I breathed heavily as I wrapped my arms around his neck. My face heats up, feeling his fingers tickle up to my throat, pressing his fingers down gently. I let out a small whine and he took the chance to slide his tongue in, pressing his against mine. My heart skipped a beat as shivers went down my spine, pushing myself more against him. He groaned into the kiss, moving my face up more by my jawline. I shuddered, my hands slowly moving through the fabric of his mask down to dangle over his shoulders. I pulled away after a while, my lips swollen as I caught my breath. He licked his top lip, grinning with his teeth as he swiped his thumb over my bottom lip. The music continued to boom in my chest as I looked over my shoulder toward the speaker. I turned back to Tom, tilting my head.

"I can't focus..." I licked my lips, wrapping my arms around his neck again. He smirked, reaching down for the back of my thighs. I jumped and he held me by my thighs, walking toward the stairs by the front door. They creaked as he nearly tripped over the people who sat on the stairs. I laid my head on his shoulder, the music growing fainter. He dropped me on my feet by a door in the dim hallway he made it to. He wrapped his fingers around my throat, lifting my face to smash his lips against mine again. I furrowed my brows, kissing back as my heart raced again, my knees growing weak. "Tom, " I whined against his lips. He shushed me as his other hand reached down to turn to doorknob by my hips, never breaking the kiss. I stumbled backward into the room and it was already lit as if it was waiting for us. I breathed heavily against the kiss as he closed the door behind him with his foot, placing his other hand on my waist.

"You taste so sweet, " He bit his lip after he spoke, looking down at me. I gulped as I stared up at him at what seemed to be his eyes through the mask. He swiped his thumb over my bottom lip causing me to part my lips. He slowly slid his thumb in and I wrapped my swollen lips around it, keeping eye contact. "Such a whore, " He muttered as he moved his thumb down. He moved his hands to the opening of my jacket, helping me pull it off. He threw it aside, reaching down for my shirt after. Once the bra clipped off, he slowly peeled it off of me, gazing over my chest. He gasped softly, pushing me toward the bed by my waist. I shivered at his cold fingertips, stumbling before the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed. I fell back, allowing him to crawl on top of me. The smell of his cologne filled my nose as he dove down, keeping his eyes on me.

"New cologne, Tom?" I nibbled on my bottom lip, I preferred it much more than his other one.

"Yea...new cologne..." He grinned. I reached down to the bottom of his mask, trying to pull it off. He took hold of both of my wrists, holding them above my head.

"But, I wanna see you, " I frowned and he held both of my wrists in one hand as the other came down.

"Later...it'll be hotter with this on, " He trailed his fingernails down the side of my ribcage. I arched my back at the gentleness, reaching up into his touch. He bit his lip at the reaction, coming down to kiss around my nipple. His free hand came up to cup my other boob. I squirmed under him, feeling him lay his tongue flat against my nipple. He kissed around again, sucking at my flesh. He nipped, grazing his teeth around the areas. I let out a small cry and he slapped the side of my waist in response. "Patient, " He snarled. He kissed the dark purple marks he left behind before wrapping his lips around my nipple, swirling his tongue around it. My breath hitched as I looked down at him, feeling his hand slowly glide down to the start of my pants. He undid the button with one hand, slipping the black pants a bit by gripping the fabric on the side of my thighs. He slid his hand into my pants, grazing my nipple with his teeth. He pulled off with a pop, sitting up as he looked down at me. Effortlessly keeping me down while his other hand rubbed my clothed clit. I arched my back again, clenching my eyes as I trembled. "Does it feel good?" He asked and I slowly opened my eyes, being met with him staring down at me. I pursed my lips, nodding slowly with furrowed brows. He applied more pressure and I yelped in response as he harshly traced circles on my clit with his fingers. "Answer me."

"Yes, it does!" I stammered. He gave me an amused hum, feeling the wetness seep through my panties. He pulled out, placing the fingers to my lips. I parted them and obeyingly sucked on his fingers. He snickered at the sight, moving the hand around my wrists away. I sat up on my hands, my tongue sliding against his fingers as he pulled them out. He slid off the bed, reaching under the cloak to pull the matching black pants along with his boxers off. He threw them aside, coming over to the edge of the bed. He wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping it as he pointed at the area on the bed in front of him.

"Here, " He demanded and I crawled over on my knees, leaning down to reach his cock. I kissed the bottom of his cock as his hands moved up, keeping eye contact. He moved his hand away, allowing me to replace his hand with mine. I laid my tongue flat against the bottom, coming up to his tip. My hand moved the opposite way as I licked the precum off his tip, wrapping my lips around it. I smirked as I pulled out, pumping the rest as I kissed his tip. He groaned, moving a hand to the back of my head. "Don't fucking tease me, sweets, " He rasped, pushing my head down to take him whole. I choked and his mouth hung low, watching tears well up in my eyes. I breathed heavily through my nose, looking up at him as his tip hit the back of my throat.

"Aww, why are you tearing up? You deserve it for trying to tease me, " He swiped off the tears that rolled down my cheek and I moved my hands up to the sides of his thighs, which were surrounded by the cheap, black cloak. He put his hands on either side of my head, beginning to thrust into my mouth. I hallowed my cheeks, continuing to tear up each time his tip hit my throat. He let out low moans, gripping a handful of my hair to pull. He bucked his hips faster causing me to gurgle around his cock. I pulled off after a few thrusts, and a trail of saliva followed as I choked for air. He cupped my jaw as I looked up at him, my vision even more blurry with the accompanied tears. "You okay?" He frowned. I nodded slowly, catching my breath as he leaned down to kiss my nose. He kissed down to my lips as I fluttered my tears away. He reached down, hooking his fingers at the start of my pants as he leaned into me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed me hungrily, pulling my pants off for me. He let them drop off the edge of the bed, hooking his nails into the lace of my panties. He tore it open, causing me to pull away from the kiss with a gasp.

"Tom!" I looked down at his hands which were intertwined with each threading of the panties. I furrowed my brows at his black-painted nails, looking back up at him. "When did you paint your nails?"

"The other day...you didn't see. I wanted to surprise you, " He dropped the ripped panties. He leaned into the crook of my neck, planting kisses as he held my waist. I leaned back towards the bed as he pushed me down, moving my right leg over his right shoulder. He aligned himself, pumping the leftover saliva as lubrication before moving his tip to my slit. I grit my teeth, reaching behind him, under his mask for what I thought would be braids but were replaced with the feeling of dreads. I narrowed my eyes before widening them as he slowly slid in. I threw my head back, tugging at his hair which earned a groan in response. I wrapped my other leg around his waist, letting out a high-pitched moan as he stretched me. He dug his nails into my flesh, leaning his head down with groans. He bottomed me out and I breathed heavily, looking back up at him as my fingers were tangled with his dreads. "You alright?" He breathed out, sliding his hands up and down my sides to comfort me. I nodded as I bit my lip.

He moved his hands to either side of my body onto the bed, slowly bucking his hips. My eyebrows knotted and my jaw hung open as hushed moans escaped my mouth. He bit his lip at the expression on my face, keeping his rhythm.

"So...good, " I panted and he moved a hand up to my throat, pressing his fingers on either side. He looked down at the sight of me taking him, causing him to jolt his hips faster. My breath hitched, throwing my head back. "Tom, " I cried out. He clenched his jaw, moving two fingers up to my mouth. I sucked on them as the rest of his fingers choked me. He leaned down to my ear, muttering.

"You don't wanna get caught, right?" He husked out. I nodded slowly with a small whine into his fingers. "Good girl..." He removed his fingers, continuing to choke me as he sat up straight, thrusting into me. He moved a hand down to my inner left thigh, opening my legs more. "You're taking me so well, " He purred, looking down at me as I whimpered through my teeth to stay quiet. He looked down again at my pussy, letting out a desperate, filthy noise. He pulled out before flipping me onto my knees. He bent me over slightly, grabbing hold of my wrists to hold me up as he aligned himself. My whines were cut off, feeling him slam back into me. I shuddered, as he started to slowly move up into me again, hearing a plastic material hit the wood floor. I tried to turn back, only to be made to face front again by him gripping my lower jaw. He crossed my arms on my lower back with the other hand, pounding up into me. I threw my head back into his chest, letting out cries of pleasure as the sound of our skin slapping filled the room. His strained moans danced into my ear as he kept his uneven place. My moans were broken as I became lightheaded from the pleasure, clenching around his cock.

"Close, " I whined, feeling his nails dig into my arms.

"Hold it for me, " He lifted my face to look up at the ceiling, leaning into my neck. He planted kisses as he thrusted up, and his moans were hoarse against my skin. "You feel so good, " He panted. His thrusts grew more sloppy as I continued to throb around him. He pulled away from my neck, moving the hand around my neck down to my swollen clit. "Come for me, " He rubbed circles around my clit and I threw my head back, rolling my eyes back. I twitched, letting out a sharp moan before releasing all over his cock. He pulled out, letting go of my arms which allowed me to fall on my back. I repeatedly panted as he pumped himself to reach his high. He shuddered as he came, the mattress shifting as he got off.

"Fuck...I think that was...the best ever that we've done...Tom, " I slurred as I breathed heavily, my head resting on the pillow.

"That's because I'm not Tom, " His voice was clearer. I raised an eyebrow, lazily looking over to my right. I widened my eyes, seeing the mascara that ran down his face from sweat. His hair was disheveled, as sweat ran down his forehead.

"Bill! What the fuck! What if Tom finds out?!" I sat up, sitting back on my hands.

"He doesn't need to know, " He stepped over with a finger on his lips as he stared into my eyes. I pursed my lips, shooting my head to the door as I heard a knock.

"Y/n??" A deeper voice behind the door called, knocking.

"You're so fucking dead, " I mouthed aggressively. Bill smirked, tilting his head.

"Don't lie, you enjoyed it, " He muttered and I looked away shyly, feeling my face heat up.

"Are you in there?" The voice behind the door continued. "Whoever's in there, if you don't respond, I'll fucking break the door down."

"He's gonna kill you, " I whispered.

"Call me for a next time, " He winked, hurriedly sliding on his costume as the knocks became more aggressive, running into the closet. The door cracked open and I looked over with widened eyes.

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info: ANGST, fem!reader x bill, usage of Y/n, 3.1k words

synopsis: you and bill cool off at a club!

more after cut :0

your dialogue

bill’s dialogue

I gripped the bed sheets as I sniffled, the room was dark, and I could barely see him yet I knew the look that he was giving me. My chest heaved up and down, eyes were blurry as I fluttered the tears away. His hair was disheveled, eyes wide with pursed lips. "You couldn't just fucking tell me that?"

"Tell you what? That I was at fucking work?! Do I have to text you every second now?!" Bill bellowed, clenching his fists that laid by his sides.

"That's not the point, Bill, " I hoarsed through sobs. "I was worried, okay? What if you got into a car crash or something?"

"You're doing it again, no I didn't get into some fucking car crash or whatever you're worried about, " He took steps closer to the bed, looking down at me. "It's almost as if you want it to happen."

"No, I don't! I would never wish that on you, Bill, " I brokenly sobbed and he let out a heavy sigh, pacing around the room.

"That's your problem, " He stopped by our dresser, slamming his fist onto it, causing the loose screws to shake and let out a noise as they hit against the wooden holes they sat in. I flinched, watching him turn his gaze towards me over his shoulder. "You're always fucking worried, I can take care of myself. Do you know how annoying it is-"

"I just care, Bill! I just want to know that you're okay and that you'll be okay. That's all I fucking ask for, " I sniffled, the skin under my eyes burned as I wiped the tears away from my puffy eyes with the sleeve of my sweatshirt. The light from the hallway lit into our room, revealing Bill's face a bit with a beam. His mascara and eyeliner were runny from sweat or tears.

"Well, it's fucking annoying. Every second you text me to see where I am, or what I'm fucking doing-" He was cut off.

"Because I fucking care-"

"No, you're fucking insane! None of my exes have ever acted this way!-"

"Don't you dare compare me to them as if they've never done you wrong!" I snarled, pointing a finger at him as I clenched my jaw. He grit his teeth, furrowing his brows. His nostrils flared as he breathed heavily, we kept eye contact in silence for a few minutes before he parted his lips.

"I rather be with them than you, at least they knew when to leave me the fuck alone, " Bill spoke through clenched teeth. I felt my heart drop as I looked at him, my lips parted as my jaw hung low. My stomach turned as he looked at me with narrowed eyes and a frown, reaching into his back pocket. The sound of cigarettes shuffled as he pulled out the red-detailed 'Marlboro' box. "I'm gonna go smoke, I hope it lights on fire and burns the house down, " He scoffed before walking towards the bedroom door, not giving me another glance as the wood under him creaked. I bit my lip, feeling my face heat up as tears began to well up. I whimpered, falling back onto the bed, and reaching over for my phone on the bedside table. My face was lit up by the phone screen as I flipped it open.

— (these are text messages under)

AMBER (sorry if ur name is amber)

Me - 10:56 PM

"Amber answer pls."

Amber - 10:59 PM

"im here, what happened?"

Me - 10:59 PM

"he got home and the first thing we did was argue."

Amber - 11:01 PM

"again?? this is like the 7th time or somrthibg"

Me - 11:01 PM

"ik, i dont know what to do"

Amber - 11:01 PM

"well if he keeps doing this then u should dump his ass"

Me - 11:02 PM

"ik but i love him :("

Amber - 11:02 PM

"yea ik but hes toxic for u, theres sm better guys"

Me - 11:02 PM

"ig :( but hes so sweet"

Amber - 11:03 PM

"but is it worth it? for all the arguments?"

Me - 11:03 PM

"maybe its bc we r just out the honeymoon phase rn :("

Amber - 11:03 PM

"idk Y/n, ig."

Me - 11:04 PM

"we just have to see"

Amber - 11:04 PM

"okk wtv u say. also off topic but should i do pink or blue streaks?"

Me - 11:04 PM

"oh, pink, r u dying ur hair rn?"

Amber - 11:04 PM

"yea i just got it bleached. anyways, i just hope it works out"

Me - 11:05 PM

"i hope so too, im gonna go sleep now"

Amber - 11:05 PM

"sleep well, ily"

Me - 11:05 PM

"ily too"

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I closed my phone, tossing it onto the table before pulling the blanket over me. I sniffled as I snuggled into the bed, fluttering my eyes close before drifting off.

***

My feet stood against the cold tile of the kitchen floors as I diced the potatoes. The ventilation hood let out a low hum as I boiled water on the stove, making stew for one. It's been days since we spoke, I couldn't even remember his voice by now. We barely met eye-to-eye anyway since he left early and came home late. I slid the bad piece of the potato to the side of the cutting board, continuing to cut the rest. I froze, seeing the familiar painted nails and each silver ring that fitted on each finger, snake around my waist. I bit my lip, continuing to cut the potatoes as I felt his chin rest on my shoulder.

"Love..." Bill spoke softly into my ear before placing gentle kisses on my ear lobe. "I missed you, " He continued, placing more kisses on my ear as he held me close. I stayed silent, focusing as I placed the pieces into a bowl. "I'm sorry for yelling at you...and saying all those things, " He kissed down to my neck, moving his hands onto my sides. He massaged my sides, placing long opened mouth kisses on the right side of my neck. "I didn't mean it, any of it. You're the sweetest and one of a kind...nothing can excuse what I said, " He hummed, continuing to kiss my neck. I felt my face heat up, my eyes welling up as my lip quivered. "You have to speak at some point, please?" He frowned against my skin, slowly moving his hands up my shirt. I shivered at the cold touch as he held my waist from under.

"How could you say those things to my face?" I wept, a tear falling down my cheek. He clicked his tongue, turning me around. The knife fell out of my hand and into the sink. Bill frowned as he looked down at me, his focus being on the teardrop on my cheek. He lifted my face by my chin with his finger, pecking the salty tear away. He wrapped his arms around my waist again, leaning back to look at me.

"My baby...I was having a bad day and I shouldn't have taken it out on you, " He pecked my lips, and I sniffled as I allowed him.

"You were so mean, " I whimpered, looking down at the neckline of his t-shirt.

"I know, I know, " He cupped my cheek, moving my gaze back up at him. "I'm sorry. I know you were just looking out for me, I was just so stressed, " He leaned in, placing his lips on mine again yet not pulling away this time. I reciprocated after a few seconds, closing my eyes before throwing my arms around his neck. His lips were soft and plump as I remembered each line that made up his lips. He moved his hands down and under my shirt to hold my waist again. He smiled against my lips, his hands wandering my body. I let out a pleased sigh, pushing myself against him. Bill let out a grunt, our lips moving against each other. He pulled away after a while, giving me a few pecks before his lips left. "Do you wanna go out tonight?"

"Go out? Where?" I tilted my head, moving my hands down and back against the counter I was leaning against.

"The club, since I know you love to dance...and drink, " He wiggled his eyebrows, smirking. I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

"You know I love the drinks, " I hummed, standing up. "I guess we can."

"We can go...only if you forgive me, " He bit his lip with a smile.

"Fine...I forgive you, " I rolled my eyes. He grinned, pulling me back for another kiss. I let out a huff as I widened my eyes before kissing back.

"Go get ready, " He pecked my nose, reaching back to turn off the gas stove. "I want everyone to see how beautiful you are, " He hummed and massaged my sides. I nodded with a grin, pulling away to rush to our bathroom.

***

I licked the sweet taste from the corners of my lips, sitting on a stool by the bar. Bill's hand rested on my bare thigh as he sipped his glass of whiskey. DJ announcements roared into my ears as he announced the next song, scratching playing after that. Red lights hit Bill as I turned my attention to him, his eyes already on mine as he caressed my thigh with his thumb. He stayed close as people passed by dancing or dragging their feet.

"You having fun?" He asked, tilting his head as he placed his empty glass down on the counter, that was fogged with condensation.

"I guess, we haven't danced yet, " I shrugged. He hopped off his seat, taking my hand in his to pull me out of my seat. I let go of the glass in my hand, following along as he pulled me through people.

Bill grinned as he turned to me, stepping into an empty spot. There was enough room for us but people continued to hug us in. He took my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles before spinning me around. The music pounded into my chest as I pushed myself against him. He held my arm above my head, his jeans tickling the back of my thighs. I bit my lip as my feet stayed stagnant, and my ankles flowed with me as I moved my body against Bill. My body heated up as I did. He followed my rhythm, mirroring each body roll I did. He grinned, wrapping an arm around my waist as we continued. I laid my head back on his chest, continuing to roll my body with him. His hand snaked down to my thigh, caressing it as I grinded against him. People continue to dance around us. I reached back with my free hand, my fingers tangling with his hair as my hand held his nape. He grinned down at me and I looked up at him with a lazy smile. My hand slid from his nape to his cheek, pulling him in for a kiss. His lips pressed against mine and I closed my eyes, my gloss, and his chapstick mixing. I gasped softly, feeling his soft grasp move to my waist. Bill pulled away, turning me to face him.

"I'll be back, I need to go to the restroom, " He pecked my lips again.

"Stay safe, " I let out. He nodded in response, kissing my nose before pulling away. He pushed the people, making his way to the restroom. I lost sight of him, making my way back to the bar. I sighed, taking my seat again, and turning my whole body onto the counter. I laid my handbag in my lap, motioning the bartender over. "Get me something sweet, please, " I grinned, watching them get to work. I rested my hand as my elbow rested on the table. I frowned, looking around as the dark-haired male wasn't back or anywhere nearby. I looked down at my lap, popping my handbag open to pull out my flip phone.

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BILL <3

Me - 12:37 AM

"bill u ok??"

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I furrowed my brows, staring at my phone for five minutes. My palms grew slick from sweat, and I closed my phone with no response. I nibbled on my lip, watching as the drink was placed in front of me. "Thank you, " I mumbled, taking a sip as my thumb fidgeted with the fingers on my free hand. I flinched, seeing a tall figure enter my vision, but it wasn't my Bill. I kept my focus on my drink, shaking my left leg up and down against the shiny floor.

"Hey, " The low voice spoke behind me, leaning onto the counter to face me. He snapped his fingers in my face, furrowing his eyebrows. "I said hey, lady. Gosh, do girls just ignore good-looking men these days?" He scoffed. I turned my head slowly to him with an eye roll. His hair was curly, ginger. Skin pale with sharp, green eyes as they stared right into my eyes.

"What do you want?" I covered my drink with my palm. He grinned as he stared over my features, his gaze slowly going down to my cleavage. I placed my free hand over my chest, scoffing. His face was stubbled with the same hair color that sat on his head.

"What do I want? Is that how you flirt? I'm just trying to be nice here. I see a nice woman alone at the bar and I approach her, " He spoke, even though he was inches away and the air was stale, I could smell his beer breath from where I was sitting.

"No, I'm not alone. I'm here with my boyfriend, " I scoffed, sitting up straight and tightening my core.

"Well I don't see him, don't lie to me, " He snickered, a hand reaching out for my shoulder. I widened my eyes, instinctively picking up my drink and throwing it in his face. He clenched his eyes shut, covering his eyes with a hiss. "You fucking bitch!" He growled. I slammed the glass down, sliding off my seat before running to the restroom. I pushed past people, the music growing distinct as I made it to the long hallway. My heels clacking and echoing through them.

"Bill! Bill!" I called out with a cry. I froze in my steps, hearing loud kissing noises and small groans. I took a turn, the kisses only becoming louder. I felt my heart sink, seeing familiar brunette hair with pink streaks tangled into his polished fingernails. Bill's eyes were shut closed as his lips moved against Amber's. His hands on her in a way that he would never touch me the same. I covered my mouth, feeling my face heat up, my eyes blurry as my stomach turned. Her hands were on him, places where I knew he was weak. I felt my knees shake, the pain in my feet from the heels where I once felt like I floated.

"Fuck...I love you, Amber, " He breathed against her lips. She smirked against his lips, moving her kisses down to his neck. He groaned, throwing his head back, his eyebrows knitting as her hand trailed down. I bit on my lip harshly, clenching my fists as they moved down to my sides. I dug my nails into the vegan leather that made my hand bag, turning around. I breathed heavily, my chest heaving as I stormed away. My face was damp by now, and I looked down as I moved past people, making my way out. Once the cold air hit me as I made it past the bouncer, I let out sobs, my chest heavy as I wiped away my tears. I looked at my hand, it was covered by the runny mascara and foundation I had on.

"God, how could they?" My throat was sore already from breathing uneasily, taking out my phone for a taxi.

***

I couldn't eat or sleep, staying in bed all day. The makeup from three days ago was still on my face with small residue as I laid in sweats. I held my pillow, hoping that the next sound from downstairs would be Bill opening the door with flowers in hand. Yet, I was disappointed after each small creak, having nothing come in return. I sat up, the sheets shuffling against me as I leaned against the headboard. I reached for my phone, gritting my teeth as I dialed her.

"What?" The feminine voice answered.

"I thought you fucking cared about me, " My breath was going at a familiar pattern from days ago, my nostrils flaring as my nails dug into my palm.

"I mean...why did you think I was trying to get you to break up with him?" Amber yawned.

"He's gonna do the same to you, " I snarled. She sighed, rustling could be heard from the other end.

"I don't think so...I mean. Why do you think he always comes home late?" She responded. I could feel the smirk on her face and scoffed, wiping the tear that rolled down my cheek.

"I don't even know you anymore, Amber, " I sniffled.

"When did you ever?" She breathed. Small kissing noises could be heard with more rustling.

"Who's on the phone, babe?" A masculine voice groggily spoke.

"No one, Bill, go back to sleep, " She giggled softly as kisses noises followed. "Stop, babe, " She whined softly as more kisses followed.

"How can I? You're so beautiful, " He murmured. I felt my throat form a lump, my stomach turning as if I could vomit right there and then. I clenched my jaw, putting my lips to the speaker.

"Fuck you both, " I snarled through bared teeth, closing the phone shut, tossing it aside. I sniffled, wiping my eyes one last time, before heading to the shower.

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WRITTEN BY MEEE

bill, bill kaulitz, angst, sad, kaulitz

[bkaulitzz]

𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

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TW: a UNSETTLING PICTURE IS UNDER THIS, kinda ish it depends on if u find it scary, IM NOT GONNA MENTION ANY TW THO BC I DONT WANNA SPOIL BUT THIS IS A HORROR

** NOTE - I DONT CONDONE THIS AND I KNOW REAL BILL WOULD NEVER DO ANY OF THIS, THIS IS JUST FICTION

info: fem x bill, u go to visit bill for dinner

I curled the fingers of my right hand, running each finger over the knitting of the itchy sweater. His apartment door stood still as it stared back at me. Weird...he should be home. I reached back for my flip phone, flipping it open.

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BILL <3

Me - 10:43 PM

"hey babe, wya?"

BILL <3 - 10:45 PM

"im soso sorry ml ^^, i was working on the stew"

Me - 10:45 PM

"stew?"

BILL <3 - 10:46 PM

"yes, beef stew :)"

Me - 10:46 PM

"i'm only staying for a bit tho"

BILL <3 - 10:47 PM

"just eat a small bite at least"

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Before I could respond, cold air hit me as Bill swung the door open. I flipped my phone closed, looking up at him as he leaned against the doorframe. The smell of onion and spices filled my nose as I stared at him. He gave me a small smile as his eyes were hooded, coated in messy eyeshadow. I always love how much time he would spend on his looks just for me.

"Are you just gonna stand there?" He asked, the wrinkles of his formfitting t-shirt flattening out as he stood up.

"Oh- I-" I winced, feeling him grab my wrist gently. He furrowed his brows, watching me pull away to rub my wrist through the fabric.

"You okay?" He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head.

"Yea...just let me in, " I cleared my throat, looking away from my wrist and back at him. He chewed the inside of his cheek, looking down at me for a few seconds before moving aside.

"Just sit at the table, I'll bring the stew out, " He said, turning around to make his way to the kitchen. I took steps into his apartment, balancing on one foot as I closed the door, taking off one of my boots at the same time. The zipper pressed into my skin harshly as I tried to pull it down, causing me to slide down to my butt. This stupid zipper always does the same thing every time I try to put it on. I groaned, sitting against the cold, wooden door, trying to pull off the shoe. Bill looked over at me from the table with a raised eyebrow. His hands were in cute, plaid oven gloves as he set the pot down on the table. The smell of the stew was stronger from here, the light over the table giving the pot a makeshift spotlight.

"You alright, babe?" He took the gloves off, placing them on the table before stepping towards me.

"I got it, I got it, " I shook my head, my fingers burning by now as the zipper was still stuck in place. He sighed, getting down as he was close by now. The carpet molded his knee as he took one of my ankles in his other knee.

"If you ever need help, just tell me, " He said, sweetly. His gentle hands took hold of the metal zipper, easily pulling it down. He placed the boot aside, sliding off my leg to take the other. "I love you, okay? I'm here to help, don't ever feel scared to tell me, " He looked up at me through his eyebrows, sliding the zipper down. My heart raced as it skipped a beat to each word that left his lips. He slid the boot off, revealing my fuzzy socks. He grinned, looking into my eyes as he rubbed my ankle, aligning my boots together with the other hand.

"I will, don't worry, " I gave him a small smile. My eyes followed him as he stood up, reaching down to help me up afterward. I grunted as I stood up, the fabric of my socks mixing with the beige carpet. I looked up at him, his pretty lashes coated in the mascara that I knew I recommended by the way he blinked. I shivered slightly, feeling his cold touch on my cheek.

"Good, just making sure you know, " His voice was delicate, each hard sound being smoothed out. My face heated up, feeling him kiss my nose, swiping his thumb over my right cheek. "Let's eat, yea?"

"Mhm, " I mumbled as a smile stayed on my lips. He reached down for my hand, gently taking it as he leaned back. I followed along as he pulled me to the table which was only a few steps away. Bill always had casual dominance, no matter what. As much as I enjoyed it, I just hope he knows that I can be independent just as much as dependent. The chair shrieked against the tile floor as he pulled it out, the dining and kitchen area being separated from the living space. My feet hit the cold surface as I slid into the chair, watching him make it to the opposite side of the table. "Did you just pull this off the stove?" I watched the steam fog up the empty glasses nearby. The table was set nicely as if he waited for me since eternity. Each bowl's design was identical to the others, the paint strokes were seamless.

"Yea, it just got done cooking, " He hummed, picking up the ladle. He scooped out some beef pieces, pouring them into my bowl. My mouth salivated as I looked over the pieces, the cuts of meat were nothing like I'd seen before.

"Bill, what kind of beef is this?" I asked with a small chuckle, joking. He lifted his eyebrows as he looked at me, not exchanging a laugh as he scooped carrots into my bowl.

"The best kind, just for you. I know people who can get their hands on this stuff, " He filled my bowl as he spoke, filling his after. I swallowed a lump in my throat, the growing tension squeezed me up. It was silent afterward as he fixed his bowl up, pushing the pot to the side of the table. He picked up the pitcher of water, filling our glasses. His chair creaked as he finally took a seat, the lamp glowing on his porcelain skin. I bit my lip as I kept my hands on the table, keeping my stare on him as nothing else lit the area. I didn't know if he was mad or offended as he kept a straight face. The silence could suffocate me as the only other company was the light above us.

"I'm sorry if I made you mad, " I swallowed in between, shaking my knee a bit. "I just wanted to ask since I know how important cooking is to you."

"It's fine, babe, " He gave me a small smile. I nodded before picking up my spoon and taking a spoonful. Bill propped his elbows onto the table, resting his chin on his hands. I blew into the perfect bite that I had ready. It had an even amount of soup, beef, and vegetables.

"Are you gonna take a bite, Bill?" I raised an eyebrow, as I continued to cool it down.

"Mhm, I just wanna know your thoughts first, " He grinned, tilting his head slightly.

"I know it's gonna be good, " I snickered as I took the spoonful. I widened my eyes as the broth filled my mouth. The meat instantly melted as I tasted it and the vegetables perfectly blended out each chew. I moaned in delight as Bill's eyes squinted, smiling from watching me enjoy the dish. "This is the best stew and beef that I've ever had, " I gasped softly as I took another spoonful, the meat being even more tender than the last bite.

"I'm so glad you like it, " I could hear the excitement in his voice as he spoke, the tone was as close as a teen girl seeing her celebrity crush. He picked up his spoon, taking a bite after me.

"I'm gonna be so sad when I have to leave, this is so good, " I licked my lips, continuing to savor the stew.

"You don't have to go, you can stay as long as you'd like, " He let go of his spoon, taking a sip of his water. I held the spoon in my mouth, frowning a bit before placing it into the bowl.

"I know...I'm so thankful for you, Bill, but you know I have to get home early. You know how my dad is, " I shook my knee again, slowly stirring at the half-eaten bowl of stew.

"Just a bit? Come on, just this once?" He frowned as he placed his glass down.

"I can't, " I felt my heartbeat in my throat as I picked up a nice bite of meat and carrots.

"But it's Christmas, babe. Just break the rule this once, " He held his spoon, tapping his finger against it.

"Bill, he's even more strict on Christmas. I really can't, I'm sorry. If I could I would, " I spoke into the spoon, before taking it into my mouth.

"He needs to learn that you're not a little girl anymore. You should be able to be out and about, I don't understand why he thinks he should cage you up, " His other hand on the table balled up into a fist. I nodded as I slowly chewed, my brows furrowed as he spoke. I mean he was right, dad is super strict. Maybe this once I could-

"Ow!" I winced, holding my cheek as I bit into something firm yet flexible. The sharp edges of the item tickled at my gums before I spat it out onto the table.

"Are you okay?!" He exclaimed, his eyes following the piece. I widened my eyes as I looked at the ridgid fingernail that I had just spat out. I shuddered, covering my mouth as I gagged. It was as if it was freshly torn off.

"Bill. What the fuck. Is that fucking yours?" My eyes were watery from the gagging as I picked up the glass of water, taking large sips.

"Oh, shit..." He muttered, his eyes looking up towards me.

"Fuck. I think I should go, " I cleared my throat, trying not to look at the fingernail. I knew if I kept my gaze on it, I would actually just start to vomit.

"No, no, you can't. We haven't watched a movie yet, " He shakingly spoke, watching me slide out of the table. I shook my head as he stood up right after me.

"I need to go, " I said sternly as turned around, making it to the door.

"Why? Please, fuck. I know I messed up. I should've watched the stove, " He said. I turned to him, walking backward as he was already a few feet away from me with his bowl in his hands.

"My dad, the earlier the better, " I gulped as the distance from the door was longer than I remembered. My steps were no match for Bill's strides. I felt my heart race as sweat formed, clenching my fists. "Bill, please, " I bit my lip as I continued stepping back, the light slowly fading from his face.

"I can fix something else for you, please stay, " He frowned as he came close. My breath hitched as my back hit the cold door. He looked down at me as he took a few more steps, inches away from breathing the same air as me.

"Bill, I can't. My dad, " I spoke, my knees began to feel weak as I felt the ceramic bowl press into my chest.

"He's already here, babe, " He held a straight face. Bill reached for a spoonful of the stew, the bowl and the spoon jingled as they hit each other.

"What?" I stammered a bit, feeling my sweat turn cold.

"He's already here, " He hummed, bringing the spoon to my lips. I furrowed my brows as I felt my face heat up, forming tears.

"Bill, what?..." My lips parted, allowing entrance as he pushed the spoon past my teeth. He leaned closer.

"He's here, " His voice caused shivers down my spine as he spoke down my neck. He leaned back, grinning as he pulled the spoon out. I couldn't bear to swallow, looking up at him. "Swallow, babe, " He dropped the spoon into the bowl, reaching up to caress my cheek. I spat the stew into the face, receiving a groan as I turned around. I wiggled the doorknob, weeping as my stomach turned, the lock was stuck in place. I squealed, feeling Bill press his whole body against mine, gripping my wrists and putting them above my head. It only caused me to squeal even more with the pain on my right wrist.

"You're so fucked up, " I snarled as I breathed heavily, my face turned to the side as I was pressed up against the door.

"Calm down...acting out isn't good for you, " He whispered into my ear, running his thumbs over the back of my palms as he had me pinned. His gaze was calm as he was in my peripheral vision.

"You're fucking saying that? You killed someone, " I felt tears run down my face as he breathed against my cheek, leaving no room apart.

"I didn't kill your father, I would never do such a thing, " He frowned as he kissed my ear, gently. I shuddered from even the slightest contact. "I told you I knew people, didn't I?"

"Don't fucking touch me, jackass. You're crazy, " My voice was strained.

"I only did it for you. I do everything for you. I get it, you're shocked. You'll get used to it, " His voice was like hot honey; keeping a smooth voice to try and soothe me, yet all that came out of his mouth only caused a shiver down my spine.

"For me?? I didn't ask for this, " I said through bared teeth. He tilted his head, and his right hand began to tug at the fabric around my wrist. "No, fuck. No! Let go of me!" I cried as I squirmed under him, feeling my wrist grow cold as he pulled my sleeve down to my elbow. He stared up at it as it was scattered with purple and yellow bruises, holdimg down on my elbow. "My dad is a good man!" I sobbed.

"Then, tell me why you have all of these bruises. Your dad doesn't love you like I do, " His nose against my head as he spoke. I sniffled, continuing to squirm only making him press me against the door more.

"This isn't love. You're sick, " I continued to weep, my knees finally giving up on me as I slowly slid down the door. Bill kneeling along as I fell. He took a seat, awkwardly pulling me somewhat into his lap. He shushed me, caressing my cheek. I looked up at him with a clouded vision as he frowned. Even at this moment, he was more loving than any other partner I had.

"I love you, though, " He wiped the tears off my face.

"I know, " I spoke shaking, my chest heaving as it did. My flight or fight response barely worked as I felt his touch.

"Everything I do is for you. Even if you hated me, I'll still love you, " Bill continued. I sniffled, blinking slowly as his efforts to calm me down worked.

"I know, " My knees could barely work. It felt as if I was paralyzed. I don't know if it was whether I was calm or frozen in fear.

"I would never hurt you, babe, " He whispered as he came down to kiss my lips. I couldn't help but kiss back. His lips melted into mine like metal being welded. His hand slowly slid down, taking grasp of my throat. "You know I love you, " He pulled away a bit, tightening his grasp around my neck. I gasped, widening my eyes as I choked. I slapped at his hand, trying to pry him off. His hand was firm, not lifting a single finger as I struggled for my breath. "It's only for the better, " He frowned as he leaned down, kissing my lips again. My pulling and slapping slowly weakened, and everything went black.

if u want pt 2, it’s on my wattpad, same title

:3

bill, bill kaulitz, bill horror, bill kaulitz horror, bill horror

[bkaulitzz]

𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐭

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info: LASER TAG LEMON, enemies to lovers if you squint, f!reader x dom!bill

c/w: just dirty talk, choking, fondling (f receiving)

a/n: THE FIRST HALF IS FROM JULY…my writing has improved so some stuff might be wonky

more under cut :)

"Happy birthday, to Valerie. Happy birthday to you!" Everyone sang, as Valerie leaned into her cake, blowing out her candles. I smiled as I watched her, she looked so gorgeous today, all dressed up for her birthday. I sat back on the couch, in a party room of the arcade place. It was lit with neon lights, the walls were carpet material with a purple hue. I hummed as I saw a plate of cake, held in front of me, looking up at the person who handed it to me. I felt my heart flutter as I met his dark brown eyes, taking the plate.

"Thank you, Bill, " I pursed my lips as I rolled my eyes, and he only smiled back as he handed me a fork. I began to eat the slice of cake.

"We're gonna play laser tag in a few, do you wanna join?" He said as he pointed his thumb back in the direction of the laser tag arena. I raised an eyebrow and looked over his shoulder.

"There's laser tag?" I muffled through the piece of cake in my mouth. He gave me a nod, grinning as he eyed me. "I'll join, I guess."

"I'll see you then, " Bill leaned down into my ear as he spoke. I felt my face heat up as he leaned back with a smirk, and walked off to get his piece of cake. I nibbled on my lip as I watched Bill awkwardly grab a plate from Valerie, they weren't even close. I don't even know why he got an invite. It was as if he HAD to be everywhere that I was. God, he annoys me. His stupid sly talk, his stupid hair, his pretty lips. I clenched the fork as I zoned out, my eyes on him. He turned to me, feeling my eyes on his. He tilted his head, coming over to sit next to me. "You shouldn't stare at people, it's rude, " He teased as he nudged me in my side with his elbow. I widened my eyes as I turned to him, we were so close that our thighs could overlap one another.

"I wasn't staring...I just zoned out, " I furrowed my brows, finishing the piece of cake. He tilted his head as he held a piece of cake to his lips.

"Why are you avoiding it? I know you were staring." He chuckled as he ate the piece of cake.

"I wasn't! Bill, just!... I just wanna play laser tag, " I huffed as I got up, to rush out of the rented party room. I left the used paper plate on the table in front of us. Bill frowned and watched.

"Wait!" I heard him call behind me as I excused myself past the other party people. I sighed in relief as I finally got out. I needed to get away from him. I looked around the arcade, eying each game. Guitar Hero? No, already played that. Dance Dance Revolution? No, too tiring. Air hockey! I widened my eyes and ran over, watching as a male leaned against it as he talked to another friend.

"Are you guys playing right now?" I spoke as I fidgeted with the hem of my long sleeves. The tan male turned to me, looking like he came straight out of a boy band. I felt a lump in my throat as my palms sweated, he smiled and shook his head.

"No, do you wanna play?" He asked as he went to the opposite side of where I stood at the air hockey table. I nodded, taking hold of a mallet. He smiled as he placed quarters in, taking a mallet and sliding the puck towards him. He hit it toward me, starting the game. I bit the inside of my cheek, hitting it back away from my goal. I smirked as the game went on, hitting the puck into his goal. He was so dreamy, his curls laid over his face so nicely, I almost lost the game from eying him. I furrowed my brows as my eyes went back and forth between him and the puck. We were tied, in the last seconds of the game. Come on, come on. I thought as I watched the puck slide back and forth, it was to the point you couldn't even see the distinct shape of it. I clenched the mallet as I tried to focus on the game, harshly hitting the puck. I gasped, feeling a pull on my wrist; my mallet gliding away from the goal as my grip pulled off, which caused the male to win.

"Come on, laser tag is starting, " Bill grumbled into my ear as he glared at the tan male. The male raised his arms as he watched us, smirking widely.

"I won! Have fun with your boyfriend!" I heard him say from a distance, as we walked off. I huffed as I stumbled along.

"He's not my boyfriend!" I responded, feeling Bill's grip around my wrist tighten. I frowned as we made it to where the others were. "What the hell, Bill? I was about to win!" I groaned as he let go of my wrist, once we got to the gear area. Everyone else was suited up, some fixing their shirts as they suited up.

"It's fine. You can play again later. This is more fun anyways, " Bill huffed as he walked to the opposite side, to put his gear on. I frowned as I watched him, what is wrong with him? I looked over to my side, only one vest left. I placed it over myself, sighing as I tightened it. The game controller opened the door, and everyone walked in. I followed behind, holding my gun up. I regret not inviting at least one friend here, everyone seemed to have a buddy. Techno music played above us, a countdown started and everyone ran off away from one another. Their vests lit up either blue or red. I chased after someone with a red vest, it was so dark, I couldn't make up their features or hair at least. My vest blinked as came close to them, giving off a zapping noise. I shot at them, before running off to hide behind a wall.

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My palms sweated with the grip on the plastic laser gun. I backed up into a corner, behind a wall with a sigh as I wiped off the sweat on my forehead. The blue light from my vest lit my face from underneath as I took a seat on the carpet. I sighed, fanning myself. The noise and the heat were way too overwhelming. I checked my face with the back of my palm, hoping my makeup didn't melt off by now. I sighed in relief as no color transferred, standing up again with the gun. I looked at the time on the gun, listening to the computerized gunshots as people ran by. Maybe, if I stayed here, I wouldn't have to deal with anybody. I raised my eyebrows as my blue light began to flash, aiming the gun around. My back pressed up against the wall. My heart dropped as I watched a figure enter my vision, turning around the corner to face me. The dark-haired male aimed the gun at me with a smirk as the red light under him blinked, making him look more intimidating.

"Bill?! Don't scare me like that!" I scowled, aiming the gun at him to shoot with both hands. He shook his head, putting a finger over his lips as he quickly used his own gun to push mine away. The plastic harshly clashed against each other as I tried to keep my grip, my sweaty palms worked against me. I folded up a bit as I tried to pick my gun back up, only for Bill to take my wrists in either hand. He grinned, looking down at me as he pinned me. "You're cheating! Don't try to steal points off of me, " I tried to fight against his restraint. He bit his lip with a smirk as his eyes were hooded, leaning close down to my face. My heart raced, looking up at him as he glanced over my lips.

"It isn't cheating if both of us are in on this, " He leaned down to my neck, brushing his plump lips against my sensitive skin. I shivered, closing my eyes as I tilted my head away.

"I don't think laser tag is played this way, Bill, " I looked back down at him as he looked up at me through his eyebrows.

"You know..." He slowly stood up, taking both of my wrists in his left hand. He moved his free hand down to my lower jaw to lift my attention to him. My face heated up as he admired my features. "I think it's unfair how you always try to tell me what's right. Why don't I show you?"

"What?..." My stomach turned as his hand slid down to wrap around my neck. His grasp on me was firm, yet so gentle. My breath hitched as I watched him lean down to my lips, his lips parting with a grin as he looked up into my eyes.

"You're not fighting with me over something for the first time, " He whispered as he hovered his lips over mine. I slightly leaned closer, only for him to lean away.

"Bill, please..." I felt so ashamed, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He let out a mocking gasp, gently rubbing my neck with his thumb.

"This is new, I like this look on you, " He leaned back down, smirking as he hovered over my lips. Our vests were so close by now, forming a slight purple together in the middle. I clenched my jaw as I looked up at him. I leaned close, gently taking his bottom lip between my teeth. I slowly pulled back on it, watching his content expression. "You could've just said something, babe, " He finally pressed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes, letting out a small whine as his grip around my throat gently tightened. His warm and soft lips moved harshly against mine, and my head leaned back against the wall. Bill's lips chased after mine with a small chuckle as he moved his hand away from my wrists. My hands shot into his slightly sweaty hair, his hands gripping my waist as he pressed his body into mine. He groaned, the vests creating a barrier.

"You're so frustrating, " I said into the kiss, tilting my head as I pulled him closer by his head. He chuckled against my lips.

"Yea?" He hummed in response. I let out a small satisfied sigh, my legs feeling like overcooked noodles as I grew weak. My stomach turned as I felt heat grow between my legs.

"You annoy me so much, " I groaned as my lips begged for more. Each kiss feels just as addicting as the first one. He gripped my jaw, causing me to whine softly as he moved his lips against mine.

"Mhm?" Bill smirked against my lips, moving his knee between my thighs. I gasped softly, clenching my eyes as my arms slowly fell to his shoulders. I desperately moved my lips against his, my eyebrows curving inward. His free hand glided down my body, tasting my lips as his fingers dug into my thigh. I let out another sigh, allowing him to slide his tongue entrance. I slowly opened my eyes, his eyes meeting mine as he swirled his tongue against mine. I moaned softly, feeling his fingers slide against my folds through the thin leggings. He pulled away from the kiss, looking down at me as he slowly traced my clit. I arched my back, tilting my hips into his touch. "I'm so frustrating, I can't help it, " He breathed down my neck. My head went dizzy with the grip around my throat and his hand applying pressure onto my clit. I let out small moans, his face holding a proud smile as he continued. "I'm so annoying, " He dragged out, speaking into my ear. "Aren't I?" He placed a soft kiss on my ear. I let out a high-pitched moan as his finger gently flicked against my clit. I dug my nails into his shoulders, his vest protecting him as I tried to keep my moans down. "Tell me how annoying I am."

"Fuck-- you, " I managed to let out, biting my lip to fight back moans.

"Yea? Say that again, " He narrowed his eyes as he applied more pressure, circling my clit with his fingers. I trembled, letting out repeated pants. "Answer me."

"Fuck-" My voice shook as he continued to keep eye contact, sliding his fingers against my folds. He kissed my lips again, I let out a small whimper. He chuckled against my lips as his thumb pressed against my jaw. I desperately whine, curling my fingers into the sleeves of his shirt.

"I win, " Bill smirked against my lips as he stared down at me. I raised an eyebrow, my eyes following down to the dying light of my vest. He held his gun in his free hand, the audacity of him still having his hand on my throat. I clenched my fists, furrowing my eyebrows.

"No way. You're serious?" I picked up my gun, trying to shoot at him yet it was off. He slid a hand down to my vest as he kept me against the wall.

"I'm sorry...that you lost..." He mockingly frowned and pecked my jawline. My eyes were wide as I watched him leave with a smirk on his face. My nails dug into the gun, nearly breaking apart the gun at the seams. I'll get him back.

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bill kaulitz, bill, kaulitz twins, smut

[bkaulitzz]

𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐞?

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genre: horror + angst

infos: femx2009 dreads bill

synopsis: there’s been a murder in your town

a/n: i didnt proofread so there will be mistakes, this is also fast paced, ALSO i am NOT demonizing mental illnesses in any way, BILLS CHARACTER DOES NOT POTRAY PEOPLE WITH OCD ACCURATELY, this is purely for entertainment, i DO not condone what bill’s character does

more under cut :)

I zipped open my backpack as it sat on my lap, rummaging through it to look for my English notebook. Our teacher wasn't even here yet, no one was prepared. I groaned as I had every notebook but English.

"What's wrong?" Bill spoke softly amongst the other students. I frowned as I looked at him.

"I'm missing my English notebook, " I placed my pen down. He didn't respond, only making me more frustrated. I clicked my pen onto the desk, resting my head on my backpack as I groaned.

"This English notebook?" He reached over, sliding the composition book onto my desk. I raised my eyebrows, reaching down to flip through the pages.

"How'd you find it?" I looked through the pages, my chest feeling less tense as it was the notebook. He crossed his arms, laying them on the desk, and rested his chin on his arms.

"You forgot it in my room before you left yesterday, " He took my face, pinching my cheek. I winced, rubbing my cheek once he pulled away. "You need to be more careful with your stuff."

"I try-"

"Not hard enough, " Bill looked away from me, his attention going onto the teacher as she closed the door. Everyone went silent as she looked like she was in shambles. She quietly placed her items on her desk before returning to the front of the class, her heels clicking against the tiled ground.

"One of our students..." She inhaled, her face turning red as she looked down. "David Stevens...passed away. He was brutally murdered, no one knows by whom yet, " Her voice was shaky as tears began to form. My heart dropped to my stomach as I clenched my backpack, turning my head towards the only empty desk in the classroom. I felt my breath go uneasy as my heart raced. It was as if the whole world went silent from the news. I breathed heavily as the whole classroom had a collective panic. I glanced over at Bill, but nothing. Not a single wrinkle on his porcelain skin. David Stevens was an asshole to me, but him being murdered is too much. How could I not react? Bill always told me he struggled with his emotions, I never believed him until now. He slowly looked over at me with widened eyes as his lips formed a straight line, almost robotic-like.

"Are you okay, dear?" He reached out to hold my cheek. I breathed heavily, feeling my stomach turn. Even his lips looked robotic as they moved. I shuddered, clenching my eyes as I felt my face heat up. I leaned over my desk, feeling him move his hand down my back. His chair scraped against the floor as he scooted closer to rub my back. "It's okay...what's wrong? Nobody will hurt you, okay? The murderer won't get you, " He whispered into my ear as his hand traced circles on my back. My breath hiccuped as I teared up. A loud ringing filled my left ear as I slowly turned to him. I hardly even noticed that his hands were shaking.

"I don't wanna die, " My voice shook as Bill stared at me, lifelessly. He shakingly took my hand as his breath got stuck in his throat, kissing my knuckles.

"I'll protect you, " He swiped his thumb over my knuckles. The rest of the class coped in their own way as our teacher held her face. "Breathe, " His gaze softened, running his lips against my knuckles. I took a deep inhale, my stomach only turning more.

***

The hallways were full as I tried to make it to the front lobby. The sun lit the area through the glass walls. My face brightened up as Bill was already there, waiting for me. I pushed past a few people, wrapping my arms around his neck. The sounds of buses starting up came from outside as people exited. "Can you please take me home today?" I looked up at him, holding on tight. He leaned down, moving his hands on the lower of my back.

"Of course, " He slid his hands away, taking one of my hands as he led me to his car. I watched where my bus usually was, where he would always walk me. He brushed his thumb on the back of my palm, the distance from the lobby and his car being short as we made it to the black vehicle. He opened the passenger door, allowing me to slide in.

"Could you also...stay the night?" I asked as I watched him get into his seat. He raised an eyebrow as he started the car.

"Will your parents let me?" He buckled his seatbelt, waiting for the other people to get out of his way. I felt a lump form in my throat as I imagined sleeping alone.

"Just hide in my room, please?" I frowned, leaning my head against the car seat. He sighed, backing out of the parking lot.

"Okay, but if they catch me, I have to go. They already don't like me as is, " He kept his eyes on the road as he made it out of the school. I felt slightly guilty for even asking him, my parents never approved of Bill. My mom always said something was off. But, I think she's crazy. I looked out the window, feeling so stupid for asking him. But, I needed him, especially now. I was pulled out of my thoughts, feeling Bill's cold touch through the leggings of my thigh. I placed a hand over his, my heart fluttering as I admired his side profile. "Love you."

"Love you too, " I felt his hand grip my thigh gently as he took the directions to my house. I sighed in satisfaction as my eyes traced his body, watching him drive. He always looked so peaceful, I often wonder what he thinks about. His hand began to shake as he held onto my thigh, I furrowed my eyebrows as I grasped his hand. "Bill?..." I watched as his face twisted, turning into my neighborhood. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, " He shook his head as he got closer to my house, pulling away from my thigh. He pulled up to my driveway, grabbing our backpacks before opening his car door. My face twisted as I got out as well, the door opening with a pop before I closed it.

"Bill?" I frowned as I followed behind him to my front door, pulling out my keys. He hummed in response as I unlocked the front door. "Are you alright?" I twisted the warm doorknob, opening the door to let him in. It was quiet, not even the slightest creaking could be heard.

"Everything's fine, " He walked in, slipping off his shoes as he placed our bags down. I watched him carefully, slipping my shoes off as well. I closed the door behind me, and the lock clicked as I turned it.

"Are you hungry? Let me see if my mom made anything, " I walked to the kitchen, looking through the fridge. My feet were cold as they made contact with the granite tiles of the kitchen. I flinched a bit, feeling Bill's hand on my lower back, his hand still shaking. "Are you cold?" I furrowed my brows as I took his hand, closing the fridge. His hooded eyes met mine as I looked up at him. He only shook his head, coming closer. My heart fluttered as his cologne filled my nose, I reached up to his face, caressing his cheeks. "Bill?..." I tilted my head.

"Don't worry about me, " He whispered, pressing his lips against my forehead. I slid my hands down to his chest, watching him lean back.

"All I can do is worry, " I pursed my lips. His hands moved down to my shoulder and he took a deep breath, rubbing them. "Are you stressed out about the...David situation too?..." I asked. His face froze for a second as if he needed to load the information.

"Yea..." He nodded, wrapping his arms around me. He rested his head in the crook of my neck as he rubbed my upper back. His hands glided down to my waist, pulling me closer as he harshly dug his nails through my shirt. My breath hitched as I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling his heart race against my chest. I felt my heartbeat in my throat as Bill's hands inched to the curve of my back, his hands continuing to shake.

"Bill?..." I felt him squeeze me, all of the oxygen in my body, leaving. His breathing became heavy, causing me to shudder as it was hot against my neck. I felt his hand move up to my back and I clenched my eyes. "Bill-"

"Stop it, stop, stop, " He hushed me, his chest heaving against mine. I let out a small squeal, pushing my head into his shoulder. "Everything will be okay, " He whispered harshly, kissing my neck. I didn't know whether he was comforting me or himself at this point. I opened my eyes, looking out the window behind him to ease myself. The sun shone on the wooden floorboards of my dining area. It looked so peaceful out, maybe we should take a walk. I watched as the grass danced against the wind, my breathing easing. I widened my eyes, watching Bill pull back. My mouth hung low as I reached back, feeling warm thick, slimy liquid seep through my thin t-shirt. I slowly moved my hand into my view as he stepped back, the sight of my blood spreading on my fingers. I let out a shriek, followed by heavy breathing as my legs grew weak. It felt as if a thousand needles were poking into my legs.

"Bill?!" I let out as my back throbbed, slowly dropping to the ground. Every breath I took felt like another stab coming back in. I looked up at him as each breath slowly shortened.

"I didn't mean to, " His voice echoed in my head as a ringing filled my ears. His eyes were wide as he leaned down. I let out a cry of pain, reaching back for the wound again. My arms felt so numb, too weak to plug my own wound. I held onto the floor, trying to scoot back, but getting nowhere. He continued to step closer, his brows curved inward. I blinked my eyes, trying to rid of the white light in my vision. My vision was so tainted, it looked as if he had a wide smile on his face. God, his pupils...they're so huge.

"Bill?..." I felt for what seemed to be his face, dragging my blood down his cheek. "Why...why would you ever..." My breathing shortened as my vision slowly caved in.

***

I fluttered my eyes open, raising an eyebrow as I heard the heart monitor. I shuddered as I ran a finger over the needle in the back of my palm. My mouth was dry as I continued to look around, the crispy bed sheets shuffled under me. I reached around the bed, feeling for the call remote before pressing it. All I could hear were cries and moans from the other room as I waited for the nurse. After a few minutes, the door gently slid open, and a nurse came in.

"Are you feeling alright?" She asked. I gave her a small smile, looking at the TV on the wall before turning to her.

"Yea, I feel...okay..." I curled my fingers into the blanket. "Just a little thirsty and can you also change the channel, please?" I swallowed hard as all that was on was the news. She nodded in response before grabbing the remote from my bedside, making me feel stupid that I hadn't seen it. She switched it quickly before placing it down.

"I'll be back with water, " She turned around and closed the door behind her to leave. I leaned against the soft pillow, running my fingers against the cold railing. Is this real life? I shifted in the bed a bit, pulling up the thin blanket as I watched the channel that she put on. I hummed as I watched the door slide open, raising an eyebrow as the same nurse before didn't step in. A few seconds passed before I watched the dark-haired male walk in with a bottle of water. I felt chills down my spine as goosebumps formed, the realization hitting me of where I was. I gripped the sheets as I scooted close to the emergency remote, watching him close the door as he kept his eyes on me.

"You're awake, " Bill gave me an innocent smile as his face was bare, his eyes red. Why was he crying? He's not the victim. I trembled as my heart pounded, my face heating up as he stepped closer. His footsteps were so loud, that my ears began to ring as he was right by my bed. He twisted the bottle open, leaning over my bed as he brought the bottle to my lips. I breathed heavily, feeling my diaphragm expand in my stomach. "Aren't you thirsty?" He tilted his head. My hand shook as I snatched the water bottle, taking a sip.

"Where are my parents?" I felt my whole body heat up as sweat began to form. He frowned as he held onto the railing.

"They're on their way, babe, " He reached out to hold my face.

"Don't, " I glared up at him as I clenched the remote with my free hand. My eyes followed him as he walked over to the side of the remote to get closer to me.

"Please? I was worried about you, " He leaned down to me. I could nearly vomit as the smell of his cologne tainted the bleach smell of the hospital.

"Worried? Did you forget why I was in here, to begin with?" My nostrils flared as I felt tears form. I flinched as he held my face, wiping the corners of my eyes before the tears could even roll off my cheek.

"We talked about this...my mental health is getting worse, " His lip quivered as he looked at me. I snatched my face away, my thumb moving over the call button.

"You're mentally ill. You make me sick to my stomach. I want nothing to do with you anymore, Bill. Get out of here, I'm gonna give you five minutes before I press the button, " I watched as his whole world was getting ripped apart. "You're fucking delusional if you think I'd stay with you."

"Be quiet, " He sniffled as he teared up. He pressed his fingers into my face, causing me to wince. Before I could even press the button, he took my wrist, using his free hand to cover my mouth. "I don't wanna hear it, " He wept as if he was the one getting hurt. I let out a groan as he forcibly pulled my wrist off, squirming under him. But with the injury and my state, he was far too strong to fight against. I sobbed into his hand, closing my eyes as I shook my hand. "I never wanted to hurt you, " He bawled out. He was not letting go anytime soon, his face turning red. I watched as he sobbed, only making me cry more. When will I ever win? I bit at his hand, only causing him to press harder into my cheeks. I let out a moan of pain, flailing my legs. He slowly climbed onto the bed, using his whole body weight to hold me down. I widened my eyes, hyperventilating as my whole body was still under him.

"You're hurting me!" I muffled. He took his hand away from my mouth, pinning me down by my wrist. I continued to hyperventilate, letting out small sobs in between. "You're insane, " I wept, throwing my head back into the pillow. I hardly even recognized him anymore. Bill slowly climbed off of me, pulling me into his grasp. He held my head in his chest as I sobbed, shuddering as he gently rubbed my back. "You need to get serious help and I don't want nothing to do with it, " I muffled, my tears staining his band tee.

"I know, " He said. I felt his heartbeat against my forehead, the only thing that eased me only caused fear now. "I love you, just listen to me, " He stroked my nape.

"Just get out, " I leaned back and looked up at him with a tear-stained face. His grasp was still on me.

"Please, just listen to me. That's all I'm asking, " He wiped my tears. My breath hiccuped as my face was heated. I shook my head, narrowing my eyes.

"Listen to what? You're pathetic excuses? You're fucking crazy, that's what I know. I can't live like this, " I felt my head pound. He frowned, caressing my cheek. My stomach turned with each fingerprint he left on me.

"I never wanted to hurt you, " He reiterated, his chest heaving. His eyes watered up once more.

"The look on your face when I was on the ground...I thought I was gonna die and all you did was smile, " I hoarsed, it nearly came out as a growl.

"It wasn't like that, " He brokenly let out as his tears fell sideways, our head resting on the same pillow.

"Then what was it like?" I felt a warm tear roll down my face sideways, my mouth being filled with the salty taste.

"I panicked. I would never want to hurt you. I couldn't stop myself, " He sniffled as he rubbed my upper arm. "I never...want to lose you, " He leaned in, kissing my nose. I felt my heart clench as I watched him shake.

"Bill..." I gulped. He let out a small hum as tears fell, leaving a stain on the pillow. "You scare me, " I spoke softly, my chin wrinkling as I let out a small weep. His eyes clenched as he sobbed in response.

"I don't want to scare you, " He sniffled, grazing his fingers against my cheek. His rings, cold, against my skin. I reached up for his wrist, caressing the back of his palm with my pointer finger.

"When you first told me about everything, I thought, 'Yea, everything will be fine.' I thought that I could save you, " I pursed my lips, gently running my nail against the back of his palm. "But I don't know anymore...how can I save you if I can't save myself?" I grew silent as his lips stayed shut. I moved his palm to my lips, gently kissing the inside as I kept eye contact. We just stared at each other. His eyes looked so dead, it was almost like we were looking into a mirror.

"What can I do?" Bill mumbled, breaking the silence.

"I'll spend every penny I have for you to get help, " I felt a lump form in my throat as I let go of his wrist, reaching out for his face.

"Will you go to therapy with me?..." He grasped my hand, feeling me caress his cheek. I felt my heart sink as I looked away.

"Bill..."

"Please, " He pulled my hand off his cheek, kissing my knuckles. "I'll heal. I'll become better."

"I don't think I'll heal, " I looked back at him and he slowly pulled my hand down.

"What do you mean?... We'll still be together, right?" His voice was desperate. I slowly shook my head, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. "What about all the plans we made?"

"Maybe you'll find someone better-"

"No! There's no one better, " He clasped our fingers together. "You're all I want. You know, " His voice grew shaky. "I wanna spend every last breath with you. Just everything, you're my everything, " He spoke quickly.

"I can't do this, Bill. I'm so...drained. Even before, " I looked away. "I tried my best to stay strong for you and support you. Even then, I felt like I was dying. It felt like a war between me and your battles. At times, I felt like I wasn't dating Bill. I felt like I was dating OCD, " I moved my hand down to the side of his neck.

"But, it's a part of me, " His face scrunched as his tears continued to flow.

"I can't promise to be there for you, Bill, " I scooted close and kissed his nose. He took my cheek as he looked at me with bloodshot eyes.

"I love you, " He kissed my nose, down to my lips. "You were the only love that I've ever known, " He said between the kiss. I teared up as I reciprocated, closing my eyes as our lips melted. I moved my hand down to his chest, clenching the fabric as I pulled him close. "Please."

"We can't, Bill, " I breathed out, our kiss growing sloppy as our tears mixed. He sniffled as he turned his head, holding my nape.

"I can't move on, " He sniffled as he pulled away. I kissed his tears, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"It'll be the only way to save both of us."

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JADE’s MASTERLIST

smut:

FISHNET SECRETS

UNDIVIDED ATTENTION (excerpt)

THEY’LL HEAR US (link to wattpad)

HIS WISH LIST

LET IT SNOW

SWEET GIRL

BUBBLY TOUCH

“DID YOU LIKE IT?” (drabble)

“DID YOU LIKE IT?” pt. 2 (drabble)

PILLOW PRINCESS

TAG YOU’RE IT

WHO’S THE BETTER GHOST FACE .01 (pt. 2 in same post)

horror:

GARLIC BREAD

CARELESS WHISPER

fluff:

DRUNK HELPINGS

TANGLED TOGETHER (link to wattpad)

MY LOVE IS MINE ALL MINE (drabble)

angst:

TWO NEGATIVES DON’T MAKE A POSITIVE

WHO CAN I SAVE?

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