Runway walk
Pairing: 2010!Bill Kaulitz x Victoria Secret model!Reader
Story: reader was walking with a skimpy pink lace set and it got Bill riled up, and your walk wasn’t helping.
Warnings!!: Smut, a little bit of manhandling, pet names, p in v, unprotected s, masochist Bill, reader being fucked dumb, Simp!Bill, dom!Bill x sub!reader, overstimulating, and breeding kink.
It was a normal evening in the Tokio Hotel rooms. The hotel rooms TV finally got cable after Gustav had to fix the TV’s antennas four times. Then Bill had to change it to the VS runway show that was in Milan because that sucker missed his girlfriend. Tom was nagging Georg about what eat and the room was a mess. All that Bill was thinking about was his girlfriend. Gosh he was such a simp.
When it was finally your turn to walk down he thought you were gonna walk in something stupid like last time, it was a lingerie piece that had hand prints on them and Bill didn’t like them one bit. But this piece was different. It was lace. A soft shade of pink, and it hugged you in ALL the right ways. It wasn’t the only thing that was tight that evening. His pants were too.
The tent grew more and more as you walked down and how much more could he take before wanting to jump through a TV screen. The red pigment crawled up his face like a desire and he grew more anxious just like his pants. His knee was bouncing so much he started to hallucinate that it was you on his—let’s not let his mind wander too much.
He covered it with a pillow but gosh was it hurting so badly. He needed you. It’s times like this he wished you didn’t leave. The night before you came back he was ready. The apartment you two shared was cleaned, no more of that faint smell of burgers and pizza grease, and no more of Tom, Georg, or Gustav.
Once you got back home you dropped your bags expecting to be greeted by your boyfriend but instead you hear music. Sensual music. In fact it was the song you guys first had sex to. So now you knew Bill’s plan but you never expected it to end the way it did.
You left your bags at the door and then you saw it. Bill laying on the bed half naked and waiting for you on your guys’ bed. You felt the urge to laugh but something in you made you stop. He looked pissed off. So much so that even you got a little intimidated by his new attitude.
He looked up at you and you felt the room go cold. The type of cold that made your neck hairs stand up with renewed intensity. “Bill?” You managed to croak out. It came more as a little chirp than a question. His chocolate brown eyes met yours and suddenly your knees felt weak. He lifted himself up to the headboard of the bed and his hands signaled you to come further. His eyes followed your hips as his erected member was taunting you.
“Come closer, Liebe. I don’t bite.” His words bit your ears like a bitch. But even then you came closer to him and he harshly grabbed you. With a yelp he grabbed your hand and placed it against his hard-on. “This was all from you. Now you have to help me.” His words rained off of his lips like a cloud filled with water. It drew you in more than you could’ve hoped.
“Bill…what are you doing?”
His signature smirk and eyebrow raised with the sentence. “You walked in the small little piece of clothing and think you won’t get punished? You really thought wrong baby.” He didn’t even have to say anything til your shorts were somewhere thrown somewhere in the room along with your panties that was ripped off and your shirt that was half on.
You were holding on to life itself. Bill wasn’t soft. You could barely hear the song that was playing on Bill’s iPhone 7 but you could hear his strong grunts with a mix with your moans with the sound of skin on skin was filling the cramped room. He then roughly grabbed you and threw you on top of his chest only to shove you down on his cock. Your thighs were burning from the hardness of Bill’s hand making you grind on him and honestly Bill was also overstimulating himself. It hurt but nothing made him harder than getting hurt during sex.
The squeal of your tired cunt everytime Bill rammed into it felt like euphoria running through your skin. Going as hard as he could, he kept ramming into you until he came inside. You squirmed in his arms while he pumped your walls white with his children. Your legs were shaking while they were still held up by Bill’s shoulders, littered with bites and hickeys as he fingered you full again.
You don’t even remember all the positions he had you in, but what you did know is that you were wrecked. His eyes were clouded with tiredness as he kept rocking his hips in and out of your squelching cunt, overstimulating both of you.
His words were thick with love, tiredness, and his German accent while saying things like, “you did so well for me”, “your cunt is so warm”, and “I can’t wait for you to get pregnant”, now that one was a reach, but you were too foggy you argue.