★彡hello I’m just a silly internet girl (boy) who loves blonde bill kaulitz.
I write when I’m bored // requests r open ^^!
( open for everything beside r@p3,tw!ncest and ag3play )
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little mess ( bill kaulitz x gender neutral reader )
before you read :
it’s been a long time since I wrote my last oneshot, so don’t be judgy it’s just for fun :3
+ english isn’t my first language
bill is just a needy little whore ^o^
You give him a light kiss on the cheek and closed the door behind you.
Now he’s alone, alone in the new apartment you guys just moved in together. There are still boxes lying around from the move that haven't been cleaned up yet, but Bill didn't care about the mess. Instead of cleaning up, he waits for you like a lost puppy.
You told him to do it, but somehow you knew that he’s not going to do anything while ur not home.
After only 2 minutes , Bill's eyes became heavier and heavier until they closed and he fell asleep. He slumbers curled up on the couch and lets out a quiet sigh. something happens, his boxers and pants are getting tight, the material is stretching out more and the tightness starts to feel uncomfortable. The black haired boy is dreaming, dreaming about you. About how you’re using him in his dreams.
oh how bad he wants this to happen in real right now. After calmly opening his eyes, hes leaning towards the pillow while lifting his head to have a better sight around.
There it is!! Your shirt you left on the table. Bill grabbed it and started Inhaling the fabric.
He loves the way you smell, it makes him needy everytime.
He removed the old pillow sheet from the couch pillow and puts your shirt on it.
The poor boy can't think clearly, the only thing he wants is you and only you. He wants to feel your hand around his bulge,and your lips pressed against his.
It kills him every time you're not home, so he sits on the pillow and starts rubbing his bulge on it.
With every push forward he lets out a quiet sound, he knew it feels more intense if he removed his boxers but he doesn’t want to ruin your shirt.
His eyes get more foggy and unfocused as his mouth falls open, and tightness his grip on the fabric of your shirt, while pushing his hips more desperate on it.
God how good it feels, but his boxers prevent him from getting the full and intense feeling.
Like a dog in heat he removes his boxers, and starts humping the pillow with his bare dick rubbing against it.
Quiet whimpers come out of his mouth as he tries to be as quiet as possible, he is paranoid that the neighbors will hear him while he is alone.
He feels the orgasm getting closer and closer, and desperately rubs his dick against the fabric with more pressure like a braindead stupid dog. He only has you and your scent in his mind.
The thought of him using you brings him closer and makes him moan your name out loud.
With a loud moan, he ruins your t-shirt with his cum and falls onto his side, out of breath.
He guiltily tries to clean your shirt with his tongue, still too much in his headspace to be logical not knowing he makes an even bigger mess like that.
You came back home after 15 minutes, yes it was only 15 minutes but for Bill it felt like forever.
you see him desperately on the couch, trying to clean your shirt.
He turns his head and stares at you with big glassy eyes.
Ashamed, he hides his head under the blanket, that lies next to him on the couch as you come closer to him.
“i know you want to be treated like a pretty doll, but how can I do such when you don’t behave like one?”
You say in a quiet, light voice as you caress his thighs.
“awhh you missed me too much? you couldn’t hold back, right?”
You smile a little and removes the blanket off Bill's head to give him intense eye contact.
“what should we do now about the mess you made?”
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