bill kaulitz x afab reader !
| context : smut 18+, oral fem receiving, teasing, dirty dialogues, mentions of sex
not because you aren’t tired or able to – you would be asleep right now if not for your boyfriend, who keeps tossing and turning in bed without cease, and that’s the reason why you’re currently glaring at the ceiling as though it’s offended you in some way.
bill seems oblivious to your predicament; he shifts under the sheets, tugging the blanket off your body, and heaves a deep sigh when he still can’t get comfortable.
“babe,” you call out at last, finally fed up with his incessant movements after what feels like three hours (it was probably only three minutes realistically, but the details aren’t important). bill whips towards you. through the darkness, you catch the way his dark long hair shifts to fall over his face.
you reach out and brush the loose strands out of the way pushing it behind his ear, his eyebrow piercing now fully visible, unable to hold back the soft smile that creeps onto your lips.
he catches your hand in his. lips dance over your fingertips, and you press your fingers further against his mouth, engrossed in the warmth he provides.
“what’s up?” he asks after kissing your fingers several times. you exhale a laugh through your nose.
“that’s what I was going to ask you. you’ve been tossing and turning for what feels like hours. you good?”
even in the shadows, you can make out the bright blush that speeds up bill’s neck and cheeks.
“y-yeah, just woke up from a dream and can’t fall back asleep.”
“was it a nightmare?” you inquire, reaching out to brush your hand over bill’s flushed cheek. your thumb drags over his warm skin. he quickly shakes his head in response then presses his lips to the palm of your hand.
“a good dream. a really really good dream.” You don’t need to ask what he means by that, because he shifts to you, and as he moves, his crotch brushes against your thigh. the prominent imprint of his erection prods your skin, and you nearly huff a laugh out. of course, he’d wake up from a sex dream and not be able to fall asleep. “can I… can I show you what happened in it?”
you’re exhausted to the point of nearly falling asleep as bill talks to you, but there’s no way you’re going to turn down this offer.
“i’m tired,” you whine only to give him a hard time. bill puffs his cheeks full of air.
“you get to just sit back and let me take care of you, I promise.”
pursing your lips slightly, you give him a hesitant nod, but both of you know that you weren’t going to deny him in the first place.
bill pushes himself up, large hands accompanied by his beautifully black painted nails coming to rest on your waist, and you let him gently move you onto your back. a soft sigh slips past your lips. he eases you back further, then his hands work a path down your waist and hips, tugging the band of your underwear down without any hesitation.
“bill…” you exhale when his lips touch the inside of your thigh. he knows how sensitive you are there, the immediate arousal that courses through you at the slightest touch of his lips, and how goosebumps rise across your skin when he grazes over the flesh with his teeth. you nearly clench your thighs around his head when his teeth sink into your skin. making you let out a somewhat muffled moan.
bill bites down a bit harder on the supple skin of your thigh.
“do you wanna know what I dreamt of, baby? or do you just want to let me show you?” bill questions against your skin, hot breath ghosting over you and causes goosebumps to rise.
“tell me,” you whisper to the darkness above you. “I want to hear you say it.” bill hums. the vibrations ripple through you just as his teeth draw the supple flesh of your thigh into his mouth. he sucks gently, hard enough to cause a dark mark to blossom over your skin, then pulls off with a wet pop.
“you were underneath me,” he exhales over the spot he marked. “just like this.” another kiss, a swift brush of his lips against you. “my fingers pressing into your thighs.” he pauses to suck another mark into your skin before speaking again, “tongue deep into your pretty little pussy, fucking into you.” a kiss, then the drag of his tongue over your slightly sweaty skin. “leaving mark–” bill presses a soft peck to the juncture between your thigh and core “–after mark–” and nips the skin there lightly “–after mark.”
“and?” You inquire, a slight breathiness to your tone. bill laughs against your crotch, and the heat of his breath dances over your clit. you shiver at the sensation. his tongue darts out again to flick through your folds, collecting the threads of arousal there and bringing them between his lips. your thighs twitch as you watch him, the heady gleam in his eyes hitting you square in the chest.
“so needy. be patient, y/n. or I won’t give you anything.” bill leans over the thigh he hasn’t touched yet, lips caressing the skin with the slick of your arousal. he snags your thigh between his teeth again and lets his teeth just sit there for several moments until the imprint of his bite lingers on your skin.
“god, you’re so pretty with my marks all over you. I want to cover every inch of skin on your body with marks now.”
you hum at his words, head falling back against the pillow and eyes falling shut. he takes your lack of verbal response as a sign to continue, so he does. bill draws closer to your folds again, and when he drags his tongue over your core this time, he slows down. the pace is almost torturous – wet muscle twitching and pulsing against your clit as he lavishes your sopping cunt – and he even goes so far as to flick the tip of his tongue over your sensitive bud. His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs as he pushes his face further against your folds. the way bill’s tongue works is nearly greedy in its hunger and lust, and you grip the sheets to brace yourself for the overwhelming sensation of his tongue breaching your entrance.
“bi…bill,” you whine as he barely pushes into you. long fingers trail their way up your thigh until they reach your folds and tease your pulsing hole. “d-don’t be mean.”
“mean? darling, you haven’t seen the half of it. I could sit here and edge you for hours. tease you over and over again. bring you to the brink of an orgasm, then tear it away from you in an instant. is that what you want?”
“no,” you exhale swiftly. “no, no, no. please.”
knowing that somewhere in your sick mind you wouldn’t care, as long as it was bill you’d be ready to take anything he’d give you.
“that’s right. so obedient for me.” bill tilts his head to the side, lips drawing over the skin under your hip, then he sucks the flesh between his plump lips to leave another dark bruise there. you try to whine at the lack of attention on your clit, but he cuts you off before you have the chance. those long fingers push into your tight hole without warning, two filling you up in an instant, and your complaints dissolve into a loud moan of pleasure instead. bill hums against your hip. “my pretty little baby. so loud as I fuck her needy little cunt. and this is only with my fingers? Tsk tsk, baby. are you that desperate?”
“sto… stop teasing,” you beg, hips bucking up against bill’s face.
“I don’t think I will, y/n.” he smiles, bill’s long fingers curl deep in you. the sensation has you seeing stars as he pulls the pads of those same fingers over your sweet spot. “because I don’t think you truly want me to.”
he’s not wrong, but you refuse to give him the pleasure of admitting it aloud. instead, you push your hips forward again in attempts to fuck yourself on his fingers. bill clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, pulling his lips off another dark spot near the inside of your thigh.
“that didn’t answer my question, darling.”
“you – you didn’t ask a question,” you whisper, unable to lift your voice any higher thanks to the way bill’s fingers are twisting inside you.
“do you want me to stop teasing?” bill cocks his head to the side. his eyes glint in the darkness, and you can barely catch the way the moonlight hits the white of his eyes and flashes lust in his blown-out pupils.
“such a shame we can’t all have what we want.”bill flicks a loose strand of hair back, teasing you with a single arched brow. you bite back the urge to kick him in the shoulder, and frankly, he’s lucky that you’re enjoying the touch of his fingers so much because otherwise, you would most certainly have kicked him away by now. he must sense your apprehensions because he curls his fingers hard in you. “now, do you want me to stop teasing?”
“no,” you admit, voice barely above a whisper. bill hums at your confirmation before letting his chin dip back towards your folds. He pushes them apart with ease, tongue prodding at the place where his fingers meet your body twice before he brings the skilled muscle up to flick over your clit.
“then cum for me first, love,” bill commands as a small hum slips past his lips and reverberates against your clit. It’s all the permission you need to fall apart under his touch, thighs trembling and quaking as the power of your orgasm crashes over you. you can’t see anything beyond the haze of white that fills your vision, and bill’s fingers massage your g-spot through the entirety of your high. It’s a beautiful bliss that he sends you into, but one that is over far too soon for your liking.
you heave deep breaths, chest working up and down with the effort of gasping air into your lungs. bill wiggles his fingers a little bit deeper. a low chuckle slips past his lips.
“now, about you wanting to be fucked…”
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