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This was rlly good I love Eddie 🤍

Resensitized | Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You need a place to move in, and your new friend has a spare room. Turns out, he's a porn star, and now you can't stop thinking about him. What ever will you do?

Part 2 here and part 3 here :)

Word Count: 7.6K

Warnings: MINORS DNI PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING, smut, Pornstar!Eddie x fem reader (no defining characteristics or use of y/n), modern day, friends to lovers...kind of? Fingering, oral (fem receiving), protected p in v, the knee thing™️, Eddie is a soft dom but also a simp, reader is his exception, and they were roommates(!)

A/N: I'm baaaaack! I was randomly inspired by this concept and couldn't stop thinking about it until it was done. Please know I wrote this with as much respect to sex work as I could, but there might be some inaccuracies just because I'm not too familiar with the industry nowadays. Until next time! xx

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You met Eddie at a party. He was a friend of a friend’s plus one, so he didn’t really know anybody, and you noticed nobody was talking to him, so you went over there and struck up a conversation.

Eddie was sweet. Eddie was goofy. Eddie was a little rough around the edges, but ultimately gave you good vibes. You ended up talking to him for quite a while, and when the night came to an end, you realized you didn’t want to stop talking to him.

It wasn’t, like, a crush thing - although, he was handsome and definitely crush material - it was more that it was hard making friends as an adult, and you liked being around him. So many times, you’d met people and left them just as fast, and you didn’t want that to happen with Eddie.

You gave him your Instagram, which he followed, and then you requested to follow him back, which he accepted.

You didn’t talk much for a month or two. He didn’t really post anything, but would comment or react to your posts and stories. Most often, you complained about your living situation - your landlord and your roommates were awful, and eventually your lease came to an end. You jokingly posted - “who’s gonna help me find a new apartment?”

Eddie replied - I don’t know if you’d be interested, but I might be able to help.

It turned out that Eddie had a room vacant in his two-bedroom apartment. The idea seemed kind of out there at first, but you realized it wasn’t much different than searching for roommates online. Besides, this was safer, since you knew Eddie already, and you couldn’t afford an apartment by yourself, so…

You went over to look at his place, and holy shit. It was incredible there. Clean, although slightly cluttered with his various belongings - movie posters, music, video games, and the like. Also, the rent he was asking for was absurdly low. It felt like a no-brainer.

“Eddie, this is - I mean, this is perfect,” you told him. He grinned.

“Okay,” he said with a nod. “Uhh, there’s just one thing I feel like I should tell you before you move in.”

“What is it?” you asked. Suddenly, you saw Eddie get nervous, and you couldn’t possibly predict what would warrant that reaction. He took a deep breath.

“Maybe you already know, but it feels like you don’t know? So I just - ugh. If you don’t know, I think I gotta tell you.” You stared at him, confused.

“Eddie, I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.”

He smirked slightly, then sighed as his hands fell to his sides.

“I…do…porn?” he said at last. You stared at him blankly as you processed this.

“I’m gonna need you to elaborate,” you replied. “Like OnlyFans?”

“Sometimes,” he answered. “Look, I - I’ve done it for a few years, and I guess I’m kinda popular. It’s why a lot of the time, people stay away from me, because it puts them off. Or, they’re embarrassed about recognizing me, which I guess I understand. But anyway, that’s why I was surprised you never said anything or asked me about it. Judging by your reaction, I’m guessing you had no idea.”

Huh.

“I…really didn’t.”

It wasn’t that you were judging him - not at all - but living with someone who did that sort of thing brought up all kinds of questions. Eddie’s anxiety returned.

“Ah, shit. That ruined everything, didn’t it?” He ran his hands through his hair. “I just - It’s how I make money, but it’s not my whole life or anything. But I felt like you should at least know about it if you were gonna live with me.”

“Do you do any of it here?” you asked. Eddie shrugged.

“Sometimes.”

You nodded slowly.

“Like, in the living room or just your room?” His eyes narrowed as he tried to assess how you felt through your line of questioning.

“Uhh - my room. I mean, I guess there was one time on the couch, but for the record I’ve gotten a new couch since then. Oh, and if you move in and don’t want me filming anything here, I won’t. Not even solo stuff. Shit. Sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, I just have a pretty casual view on sex and I kind of forget that not everybody -”

“I think I’m okay with this,” you decided.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” You looked around the beautiful apartment that would save you a crap ton of money, and you realized you couldn't pass this up. Besides, you weren’t a prude. “My last roommates had loud sex all the time, and our walls were so thin it felt like I was intruding, somehow.” Eddie laughed, his anxiety easing slightly. “Plus, I don’t care what you do. I bet it’s good money. As long as I’m not in any of the videos, we’re good to go.”

“Wow,” he responded, stunned. “I honestly didn’t expect you to be so cool about it.” You shrugged.

“Just don’t eat my food and we should be fine,” you concluded.

“Deal,” he replied. You shook his hand, and thus began your time as Eddie Munson’s roommate.

Ohhhh, this was a mistake.

Living with Eddie was a total breeze for the first two months. He was respectful and didn’t talk about work at all unless you asked him about it, which you didn’t. You both were pretty busy people so you didn’t even see each other that often.

But then, two months in, you got curious and watched one of his videos.

Holy. Shit.

First of all, you couldn’t believe you’d never stumbled across him before in your searches, because he was, like, really popular. He’d undersold himself, for sure. Although, you didn’t watch porn that often (you preferred reading it or listening to it), because usually there was something off about it. Like, the women felt like they were acting, or they weren’t even trying to hide that they were acting and were really bad at it, or the dirty talk was weird, etc etc.

Eddie’s videos were not like that.

(Yeah, after the first one you watched a few more).

Look, the man knew what he was doing. He had chemistry with everyone, and something about it was captivating. It’s not like you were getting off to them - that would have been weird - but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you the fuck on.

He hadn’t been lying either about the locations. None of the videos you’d watched were recorded at the apartment.

You weren’t sure if you would have cared if they had been, though. Like, as long as any shared furniture was cleaned after, it wasn’t a huge deal, right? Pretty much every couch anywhere you go has been used for sex at some point. So, this wasn’t much different.

Anyway, watching Eddie’s videos had been a mistake, because now when you saw him in the morning, pouring himself a cup of coffee in his robe, you knew what he looked like naked.

Fuck.

“Morning,” he said casually. “Want some?” You nodded, and then he took another mug from the cupboard and poured coffee into it for you. When you went to the kitchen counter to grab it from him, his knuckles brushed yours, and you jumped a little at the touch. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice. You went to the fridge and took the creamer from the shelf, then topped off your coffee with it.

“How’d you sleep?” you asked.

“Good,” he replied. “Oh, so I’m going to the grocery store in a bit. You need anything?” You took a sip of your coffee before answering.

“Uhhh, yeah, but I was actually planning on going myself,” you said.

“We could go together,” he suggested.

You took another sip of coffee as a way to stall, even though it was too hot. You had no reason from his perspective to say no - the two of you had gone on errands together a few times, and it had been fine. Besides, you legitimately had to go to the grocery store, so if you said no and went later it would just look suspicious.

”Sounds good,” you agreed with a smile. He smiled back, then nodded.

“Great, just let me know when you’re ready.”

You finished your coffee in your room, because being around him was making you nervous. It was so dumb, feeling this way. Nothing had changed. You were the same people you’d been yesterday. Watching that video was an incredibly poor choice, but at the same time, how were you supposed to refrain? You lived with a guy who was famous for getting women off. You wondered how you hadn’t known any of this when you’d first met him, but then pieces came together. The reason he was alone at the party. Why his Instagram was private. Why he didn’t have a roommate.

When you agreed to move in, you promised yourself you wouldn’t be weird about it, and now here you were, hiding in your room because you were too awkward to maintain small talk with your roommate.

Eventually, you got dressed and psyched yourself up for what was to come. You just had to get those videos out of your mind, that’s all.

Easy enough, right?

Wrong!

“Did you listen to the song I sent you yesterday?” he asked as you walked to the car.

“Uh, no, not yet,” you replied. He clutched his heart as if you had broken it, then laughed.

“Okay, well then I guess I know what we’re listening to on the way.”

Once again, all of this should have been easy like it always was. But you couldn’t stop staring at his hands on the steering wheel, the rings on his fingers, and - God forbid - his lips. And his eyes? Forget it.

“Good song,” you said, staring straight ahead at the road.

“Of course it is, I picked it out,” he teased. You saw him glance at you in your peripheral vision. “Everything okay? You’re quiet today.”

“Everything’s fine,” you blurted out, maybe too quickly to be convincing.

“Ooookay,” he responded. “Well, I don’t believe you, but you can keep your secrets.”

You remained slightly awkward and flustered around him, particularly any time he touched you. He’d tap you on the shoulder to get your attention, or reach across you to grab a bunch of bananas that you were standing in front of, and it came to a point where you told him you had to go off on your own to grab something just because you knew you were totally giving yourself away. But after a few more minutes to yourself in the chips aisle, you felt relatively normal again.

Disaster only really struck on the way home.

“So, this tattoo place on the right,” he said. “That’s where I usually go. The guy who works there is incredible. His designs are sick as hell.”

“How many do you have?” you asked. He scrunched his eyebrows as he thought about it.

“I guess it depends on what you’d count as one,” he replied. “Like, I have almost a half-sleeve on my right arm, but I didn’t get it all done at once.”

“Count them however you’d like.” He thought about it some more, then shrugged.

“I have a lot of them, and I always want more.”

“I’ve heard it’s addictive,” you replied. “So, what would you get next?”

“I’m thinking about adding to the one on my thigh,” he answered.

“The witch?” you asked. He raised his eyebrows. The tattoo on his thigh was pretty iconic, actually. It was a woman on a broomstick with her tits out. Not something you would ever personally get, but Eddie pulled it off. “Are you going to give her a friend? Or a bra?”

Eddie snorted laughing, then covered his mouth in an attempt to stifle it. It didn’t work, and he burst into laughter again.

“Come on, my joke wasn’t that funny,” you said, rolling your eyes. Eddie’s laughter finally faded enough for him to explain.

“I never told you what the tattoo was,” he informed you. Your eyes widened as you realized your mistake.

“I - um -”

“That’s what’s going on! You looked me up!” he exclaimed. Despite your absolute humiliation, he seemed to only find it amusing. “Don’t get all shy about it. It’s fine. I’m honestly impressed you held out this long.”

“Can we not talk about it?” you asked, trying to awkwardly laugh with him but mostly wishing you were six feet underground.

“Whatever you want, roomie,” he replied with a grin. “I’m just glad I didn’t do anything wrong.” You bit your lip, then released it.

“No, you did pretty much everything exactly right,” you responded, deciding to lean into the awkward situation. Eddie licked his lips and smirked.

“Good to hear,” he said, smug. He pulled into your apartment complex, parked the car, and took the keys from the ignition. You felt like you couldn’t breathe in there, so you rushed out of the car and made a beeline for your front door as soon as you were able. He caught up as you worked the lock open, and you could feel his eyes on your shaking hands. “You know, you’re cute when you blush,” he said.

The door unlocked and you pushed it open, but it’s not like the apartment you shared with him was going to be any less charged. You tried to continue acting less nervous than you were.

“Oh, you’re flirting with me now?” you teased, leaving your keys on the counter. His voice continued behind you.

“I flirt with everyone,” he said. “Sorry, I’ll reel it in. Just, we were talking about -”

“No, I know,” you interrupted. You turned around, deciding to face this situation head on, since you were already knee-deep in it anyway. “Okay, let’s talk about it.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“About what I do?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Alright. What do you wanna know?”

You took a deep breath and asked something that you’d been wondering for the last two months.

“Is it weird, knowing that most people you know have seen you naked?”

Eddie didn’t seem fazed by the question in the slightest - not that you expected him to be. He shrugged.

“I like the way I look,” he replied. “It actually doesn’t bother me at all.” You clicked your tongue to your teeth and asked another question.

“Does anything about it bother you?” To your surprise, he took the question seriously, taking his time as he came up with a response.

“It definitely feels like I live in a different world a lot of the time,” he answered. “Like, I go to work, I meet the person I’m supposed to fuck, and then I do whatever I gotta do to get them off. That’s all it is, really. After a while, it just feels like going through the motions. The excitement isn’t really there anymore. On the other hand, I make a shit ton of money to have sex with beautiful people, so…”

You tried to ignore the way the heat rose to your cheeks as he talked about work. From what you’d seen, it was clear that not one person had faked their enjoyment for him. Of course, it made you a little curious what it would be like, but not curious enough to do anything about it.

At least, not yet.

“You’ve never, like, caught feelings?” you asked. “Or maybe gotten coffee with one of them? Wait, do you ever have sex off camera?”

“Wooow, you’ve really been thinking about this, huh?” he teased, jumping up to sit on the counter beside you. Being next to him was starting to feel comfortable again, now that you were speaking freely. “Uhh, well for starters, I don’t have sex off-camera very often, honestly. My job doesn’t make it that easy to date. And yeah, I’ve met up with partners after if I feel like we’d get along, but I don’t know. It always feels more like friendship than anything else.” You cocked your head curiously.

“But you had sex with them,” you pointed out, confused.

“You’ve never fucked one of your friends before?” he asked. You shook your head. “Oh. Well, like I said, my perception of this kind of thing is a little skewed.”

You nodded slowly, then realized those were all of your main questions. Talking about it actually did make things a whole lot better.

“Thank you for being so open about it,” you told him.

“Thank you for sticking around,” he replied. “And seriously, you can ask me anything. Or, we can never talk about it again. Up to you.”

“Thanks,” you said with a smile. “I’ll let you know.”

He went off to do his thing and you did yours, and that was that. Things went back to normal again, more or less - at least for another week.

The problem was, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. When you were trying to sleep at night, your curiosity coursed through you to search his name again, and it became increasingly difficult not to succumb to it. You didn’t want to cross that line, though. It felt like a necessary boundary to have.

Instead, you did what you usually did. You read, you listened, you pictured things in your head.

Your mind always wandered to your roommate anyway.

One night, Eddie had left, and he was supposed to be gone until morning. You used it as an opportunity to walk around naked, watch romantic comedies on the couch, and listen to music he’d hate as loudly as you wanted. It was glorious.

You were in your room dancing in a t-shirt and underwear, and it was turning out to be an excellent night. Eventually, your friend called, so you chatted with her for a bit on speaker phone as you put away your laundry. Naturally, Eddie came up.

“Okay,” she said. “There’s a really simple solution here, and it’s to fuck your hot Sex-God of a roommate.” You rolled your eyes.

“That’s not simple, and it’s not a solution,” you replied. “And our relationship isn’t like that. I can’t believe you looked him up.”

“Of course I looked him up! One of us had to!” your friend shouted back. “And, can I just say - damn.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” you responded with a sigh. “I’m just trying to be…respectful.”

“It sounds like he doesn’t care at all,” your friend noted. “But I get it, I guess. You’re a lot stronger than I’ll ever be.” You laughed.

“Thank you, I think I deserve a medal for going through this while also not having had sex in six months.”

“Absolutely,” your friend agreed. “Alright, girlie, I’m headed to bed. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

You hung up the phone and hung a few sweaters up in your closet, then walked into the kitchen to grab yourself a drink. The problem was, when you got there, you realized that Eddie had beat you to it.

“Want something?” he asked, bent over into the fridge.

“Fuck!” you yelled, jumping back. “What are you -? Why are you - ? When did you -?” Eddie laughed and grabbed two beers from the fridge, then closed the door and handed you one.

“Relax,” he said. “My plans fell through so I came home early. I like your pants, by the way.” You looked down at yourself to realize you weren’t wearing any. You chuckled, then pushed him away from you.

“Dick,” you said, cracking the can open. He did the same, and then you clinked your beers together before each taking a sip. “Thank god I’m wearing some clothes. I wasn’t a few hours ago.”

“That’s hot,” he teased.

“Shut up.” You turned to go back to your room so you could put real pajamas on, and were confused when he followed you in.

“Your friend has a point by the way,” Eddie said. You froze in your tracks, then pivoted to face him.

“What?” you asked, your stomach dropping to the floor. “Wait, how much of that conversation did you hear?”

“Uhhh, well I definitely heard that whole last part about me,” he replied. “Six months, by the way? I agree, you do deserve an award for that.”

Jesus Christ.

“Oh my God I have to move out,” you said. Eddie laughed, then pulled you closer to him by the wrist. You felt your breath hitch at being so close to him. Your eyes met his, and you immediately felt hypnotized.

“Listen,” he said, his grip on your wrist burning into your skin. “Feel free to tell me to fuck off, but six months is a long time, and I could help out if you wanted.”

“Eddie, are you seriously suggesting…?” The corner of his lip twitched up slightly.

“It wouldn’t mean anything, obviously. I just know you’re curious, and since you’re going through a dry spell or whatever I could be of service. And then it would be out of the way, and you could move on.”

You stared at him, having a million thoughts at once.

Yes, you wanted that very much. The thought of it alone was already making your core ache and throb for him. You knew he would blow your mind, and it had been so long…

Then again, you also knew it was a horrible idea. You both lived together, and having sex would complicate things. Most of all, you knew that - despite what he was saying - it would mean something, and you wouldn’t move on. He could, but you couldn’t. That’s not how it worked for you.

“I can’t,” you said. He nodded and dropped your hand.

“Alright,” he replied casually. “Then you should go fuck someone else so you stop thinking about me.”

“I’m not thinking about -”

“Good night,” he smirked.

He left your room, and you heard him walk to his own room and shut the door.

He was probably right. You needed to break your dry spell. So, you did what any sensible person would do and re-downloaded Tinder. By the following night, you’d found a suitable guy to hook up with.

You invited him to your apartment instead of going to his, because it felt safer. And Eddie unshockingly had no problems with it, so that wasn’t an issue. He said he was going to stay in his room and listen to music, and to just text him when you were done.

So…you did that.

The sex was bad. Like, remarkably bad. The man clearly had relied on his good looks and big dick and felt like that was enough. The worst part was that he thought he was nailing it the whole time. He was only over for about 45 minutes total, after which you told him you had to get to bed. He seemed disappointed, but also he’d just had sex so he wasn’t too bummed about it.

You texted Eddie, and within a few minutes you heard his door open and his footsteps approaching your room from down the hall.

“Damn, he’s gone already?” he teased, staring out the window to see your Tinder hook-up driving away. “That’s a shame. I wanted to meet the man that caused you to do the worst fake orgasm sounds I’ve ever heard.”

“Eddie!” you yelled, wrapping your robe tighter around yourself. “You said you wouldn’t listen!”

“I got curious! Sue me!” he shouted back. “Now we’re even. Curiosity got the best of both of us.”

You stared at him for a moment, then realized he was right. You sighed.

“Fine,” you said. “Thanks for recommending I do that, by the way. Now my body count is higher and my dignity is shattered.” Eddie laughed.

“Body counts are bullshit anyway,” he replied. “Sorry he couldn’t get you there.”

“Guys usually can’t,” you told him. Which was true - you mainly could only come using toys, and most guys seemed intimidated at the idea of using them. Like it was emasculating or something.

“I bet I could,” Eddie said with a smirk.

“I bet you could, too,” you agreed. “I’m gonna go shower.”

“Have fun,” he teased. You rolled your eyes and made your way to the bathroom.

Showering did clear your mind a bit, but made you no less sexually frustrated. You tried to touch yourself, but weren’t getting anywhere, so you just got yourself clean instead. You put a fresh pair of underwear on and wrapped your robe around yourself, then headed back to your room.

Eddie was right beside your door - leaning against the wall, arms crossed. He eyed you up and down, then took a step towards you.

“I have a question,” he said.

“Um, okay.”

“Have you ever gotten off to my videos?”

He asked it so casually, you needed a minute to even comprehend what he was saying, and even longer to realize he wasn’t kidding.

“Eddie, what the hell?” you replied. You tried to maintain your composure, but your attempts were futile. Especially when he looked at you like that.

“I’ve just been wondering,” he continued. “Curiosity, that’s all.” You swallowed.

“Not to any of your videos,” you answered.

“To the thought of me?”

Yes. Not intentionally, but yes.

Your breathing became shaky, his words enough to get you worked up again.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice soft.

“I’m helping you out,” he responded. “Salvaging your night.” He hooked his finger into the tie around your waist, then tugged you even closer to him. “I mean, if you want me to. The offer is there.”

Fuck it. You were tired of fighting your attraction to him. You nodded.

“Okay,” you said. “Let’s just get it over with.” He smiled. “How do we start? Should I lie down? Is there anything off limits? What do I-”

“Don’t think about it,” he said, answering your line of questioning by silencing you. “Get on the bed.” He let go of you so you could walk into your room and follow his orders. You watched him rub his hands together and crack his knuckles as if he was getting ready to go to work - which made sense, all things considered. Then, he followed your footsteps to your bed and made his way towards you until he was settled beside you.

His hand trailed up your body until it settled in your hair. He gripped it tightly so he could angle your head to the side, then leaned over and pressed light kisses to your neck that sent shivers down your spine.

“Do you like things on the gentle side or more rough?” he asked against your skin.

“Healthy mix of both,” you answered. He hummed in approval, then licked a stripe up your neck until his lips were to your ear.

“Talk to me during, okay?” he said. “Tell me what you want.”

Okay, this was officially worth it no matter the consequences.

“I like what you’re doing,” you responded. You felt his mouth return to where it had been before, except this time he found a sensitive spot and sucked on it. You gasped, so he did it again, harder.

“Hickies?” he asked.

“I’d rather not have them, but also please don’t stop,” you muttered. Your eyes fluttered closed as you enjoyed the sensations. His lips were soft but firm, and every point of contact with him felt like it was on fire.

“I can work with that.”

While he continued kissing and nipping at your neck, his hand left your hair to snake down and pull the tie on your robe until it was undone.

You expected him to take your robe off like he was unwrapping a gift - quickly and without precision - but instead he took his time with you. He was slow and deliberate with every action, opening you beneath him little by little and addressing each new exposed part of you before moving on and continuing. He groped at one of your breasts while kissing you, then kissed down your neck and to your other breast. His lips settled on your left nipple while his fingers worked the right one - pinching, sucking, biting, driving you absolutely crazy.

“Fuck,” you moaned. “N-need more.” He released your nipple from his mouth with a pop.

“More what?”

“Everything,” you whined. You would have been embarrassed by how into this you were, but you were too busy enjoying to feel anything other than pleasure. “More. Harder.”

“Mmm,” he said. He adjusted his technique, now grasping at you more intensely. He grabbed the soft skin at your waist and squeezed, then curled around to cradle your lower back. His lips returned to your neck, and this time he bit and sucked so hard you let out a yelp.

“Too much?” he asked, leaning back to gauge the look on your face.

“No,” you responded. “I love it.” He nodded and got back to it, continuing to suck at your pulse point while his knee dipped between your thighs to push them apart. He bent his leg to slowly drag his knee up until it reached your center. It rubbed against you, hard, causing you to let out a gasp.

“Oh, shit,” you said, your voice desperate. “Do that again.” So he did, and then you found yourself grinding against his knee at your own pace. You were definitely going to leave a wet spot on his jeans, but he didn’t seem to care. Your breathing picked up, and you clutched at his hand so you could lead it to the band of your panties. He slid his fingers beneath the fabric and down your slit, spreading you open and exploring the parts of you most slick with desire. He circled your clit while he kissed your collarbone, slipped one finger inside you as he bit at your breast, then added a second finger and rolled them inside you until they found the soft, spongy spot that caused your eyes to roll back in your head. His mouth latched onto your nipple, tongue circling it in time with his thumb down below. You rocked your hips against his hand, needing more pressure. You needed him to fuck you, actually, but he seemed to be in no rush of doing so.

Your stomach tightened as you felt yourself rising for him. He was going to make you come already, when he hadn’t even been touching you for that long.

Suddenly, you were cresting over the edge. It happened so fast you didn’t have time to prepare or warn Eddie, although he seemed to know it was happening before you did.

You gasped and moaned and cried out his name, your vision completely blacked out. Your hips continued to buck and your legs started shaking. Eventually, the waves crashed and you were centered in your body again.

“Okay, wow,” you said breathlessly.

“That was too easy,” he responded. You scoffed.

“Yeah, yeah, you win,” you replied. “You’re just as amazing in bed as you look like you would be-”

“No,” he continued. “I mean - that was too easy, and I like a challenge, so I’m gonna see how many times I can make you do that.”

Within seconds, he was making his way down your body, pulling your underwear off of you, grabbing your ankles, and tugging your body towards him. He laid your legs on either side of his shoulders and dove his head between your thighs, kissing the spot that was still extremely sensitive. It was overstimulating, but felt so good you wouldn’t dare ask him to stop. He ate you out like he was poisoned and you were the antidote. He plunged his tongue into your hole as his hands spread you apart as far as you’d go. He kissed back up to your clit and settled there, teeth latching around it gently. Then, his fingers slid back inside you, and he continued to suck on you, and somehow you were already going to come again. One of your hands found purchase in his hair, and you pulled his head against you even more. The other hand clutched the sheets beside you desperately, crumpling them into a fist as you unraveled against his mouth.

You hadn’t even realized how tightly your thighs were clenching around his head until you released him, but he didn’t move from where he’d been. He continued finger-fucking you and flicking his tongue side to side against your clit all the way through your orgasm and beyond. There was no recovery period or moment of relaxation. It hurt to have him there, a little bit, but not in a bad way. He bit at the fleshy part of your thigh so he had a second to catch his breath, but kept kissing you everywhere he had access and treating your body like it was his most precious belonging.

Because in that moment, you did belong to him.

Your third orgasm immediately followed the second. It was like he was destroying you - breaking down every wall you’d ever put up leaving you an absolute mess underneath him. His motions slowed, ever in tune with your body. It was like he could read your mind.

“Holy shit,” you whispered. He sat up straight and removed his fingers from you, immediately putting them in his mouth to suck them clean. “You’re really good at that.” He grinned, his mouth and chin shining.

“It’s my favorite part,” he replied. “Are you tapping out?”

“No, I -” Your head was spinning, but you absolutely did not want this to stop. “I just need a minute.” He chuckled, wiped his mouth, then pressed a quick kiss to your ankle. He moved your legs off him and back onto the bed, and then he laid down beside you and joined you in staring at the ceiling.

“So,” he said, his hands clasped on his stomach. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” you replied. Your gaze traveled down his stomach to the very noticeable bulge in his jeans. “So, oral really does it for you, huh?” Eddie turned to see your eyes fixed on his crotch. He exhaled sharply - the start of a laugh - then nodded.

“Yeah. I’m good at it and I like it. But, I don’t know whether I’m good at it because I like it or if I like it because I’m good at it.”

“A real chicken versus egg kind of thing,” you said. He laughed.

“Exactly.”

“What else do you like?” you asked.

“Hmm?” He seemed genuinely confused by the question.

“I mean, what else do you like? Not considering your partner’s pleasure, just your own.” He narrowed his eyes.

“Why do you ask?”

“Because we’re about to have sex,” you replied.

“Are we?” he teased. You rolled your eyes.

“Answer me,” you told him. “I want it to be good for you, too.”

“But that wasn’t the deal,” he countered, sitting up. “I’m doing this for you, not me.”

“Why can’t it be both?” He still looked at you as if you weren’t making any sense at all. “Eddie, come on. Just tell me what you like. You’ve never been shy about sex stuff in the past, clearly -”

“I like being bit,” he answered quickly. “Especially on the neck and lips. And, like, the crook of my elbow for some reason?” You nodded, urging him to continue. He sighed, then laid back down beside you. “I like the idea of someone using me just to get off - degradation, treating me like I’m nothing, all that jazz.”

“The idea of it?” you repeated, turning on your side to face him. “You’ve never tried it?”

“Not really,” he responded. “I’m kinda known for the soft-dom thing I have going on, so that’s usually what I end up doing.”

“Hmm.” You thought about his answer in the silence that followed, until he spoke again.

“You know what’s weird?”

“What?”

“Nobody’s really asked me that before.”

You looked at him, completely baffled at the situation. This poor man had only focused on his partners this whole time. No wonder he’d grown jaded to it.

“It’s been a minute,” you said. “I think I’m ready to keep going.”

“Yeah, okay.”

You could visibly see him shift back into work-mode. His eyes lit up and focused in on you again, and his hands went to his belt buckle to unfasten it. You sat up and kneeled on the bed, then helped him take his pants and boxers off and tossed them to the floor. You shimmied your robe off your shoulders and let that fall to the floor as well. He sat up in the bed with his back to the headboard so he could take his shirt off, and now you were both completely naked.

Woah.

You stared at his body, mesmerized by all the ink in his skin. You traced a finger delicately over the tattoos on his chest, shoulders, and forearms. He watched you appreciatively, a soft smile on his face, his expression peaceful. You reached over to your bedside table drawer and grabbed a condom from the box you kept there.

Then, you straddled him.

“Hey, wait -” he said. “Look, I know what you wanna do for me, but it’s probably not gonna happen. Like, I don’t usually come from sex unless I help myself out.”

You kind of saw that in one of the videos. He’d been going with this one woman for like a half hour straight and nothing.

“I want to try,” you told him. He still didn’t look convinced. “Come on, you think only porn stars are good in bed?”

“I just don’t want you to feel bad if -”

You leaned in and kissed him, hungrily, your hands tangling in his hair. Yeah, he’d taken care of you, but you were far from satiated. You wanted him badly, and you wanted to make him feel just as good as he’d made you feel.

You could still taste yourself on his swollen lips, and that’s when you realized the two of you had never actually kissed before. You broke from him, concerned that you’d crossed a line.

“Sorry, I should have asked if kissing is okay first -”

He was kissing you again before you could even get your sentence out. His arms went around your waist, hugging you tightly until your chest was against his. You tugged on his hair, hard, and felt him smirk against your lips.

He was growing impossibly hard beneath you, which only encouraged you to keep going.

You clawed against his back and his mouth opened up for you. You used this as an opportunity to suck his bottom lip into your mouth before biting it.

He whimpered, which was just about the hottest sound you’d ever heard.

Your mouth traveled down his jaw and to his neck, where you gave him the same treatment he’d given you.

“Careful,” he managed to say (though his voice was weak). “I can’t be marked up for work.” You nodded, then grazed your teeth across his skin. He gasped, the grip of his hands tightening on your waist. You kissed him and bit him and sucked him on both sides of his neck, leaving no spot behind and making sure you didn’t stay in one place for too long. Eventually, you felt yourself craving him again - this time, you wanted all of him.

Your hips rocked against his erection, and you knew it was game over the moment his bare cock slid up your folds. You moaned, then reached for the condom beside you so he could put it on. You shifted yourself a bit further down on his lap as he rolled it down his length, and then your eyes caught the tattoo on his thigh that started this whole thing - the witch, in all her glory.

“She’s looking right at it,” you said, your eyes fixed to the design. Eddie huffed out a breathy laugh.

“Yeah, uhh -” he began, flustered. “It’s her - shit, okay - it’s supposed to be a joke where she’s looking at my dick because my dick is a magic wand, but that’s dorky as shit so usually when people ask I just joke that it’s because she’s a voyeur.” You smiled, then shook your head.

“So, why tell me the truth then?” you asked. “What makes me different?” You looked at his blown out pupils, deep brown and infinite, and wondered why you’d spent so much time trying not to look into them. Maybe because now that you’d done it, you weren’t sure you could ever stop.

“I don’t know,” Eddie answered. “I don’t know why you’re different.”

You maintained eye contact as you lifted yourself up and lined his cock with your entrance, and then you slowly let him sink into you.

Oh.

The immediate stretch was incredible. Eddie was well-endowed and thick, and it was going to take a little work to fit him completely inside you. You started slowly, lifting yourself up and down - all the while, your eyes stayed fixed to his.

His hand snaked between you to rub your clit slowly, getting you wetter and allowing you to accommodate his size better. You moaned loudly, unable to stop yourself, then began bouncing at a faster pace.

You kissed his forehead, the sweat on his brow leaving your lips slightly salty. Then, you kissed the spot right next to his eyes, his cheek, his jaw, before finally reaching his lips again.

Hungry. That was the best word to describe it. It felt like the two of you had each never wanted anything more in your lives as much as you wanted each other. He bottomed out inside you, and you began to lift yourself up and crash back down, slowly, but with force.

“Faster,” he muttered. “Please, faster.” His voice was breathy and weak. A part of you wanted to tease him more - you wanted to drive him crazy and then watch him explode, just as he’d done to you. But the other part of you wanted exactly what he wanted, so you obliged.

You started to ride him faster, rolling your hips in such a way where he was hitting the spot inside you that made you scream his name and pull his hair without abandon. He continued to work your clit until - somehow - you felt yourself building up to yet another orgasm.

“Fuck,” you whined, continuing to fuck him exactly as you’d been doing. “I’m gonna come again.”

He whimpered your name, and then his words became incomprehensible. But you wouldn’t have been able to hear them anyway, because pretty soon you were coming so hard you were transported through space and time. Seriously, the feeling was unlike anything you’d ever experienced before. He was taking up all the space in your body and your mind.

“You’re so good, Eddie,” you said. Your words were muffled against his mouth, but you knew he understood them. “So fucking good.”

Your motions slowed down, and you started to make your way back to the room. He was staring at you, his eyes no longer piercing. They were soft and vulnerable instead.

“I’m sorry I didn’t -”

“That one was for me,” you interrupted. “This next one's for you.”

“What-?”

Your lips crashed into his again. You’d gotten your fill - more than your fill, actually - and now you just had one goal.

Make Eddie Munson come.

Easy enough, you figured. He’d given you more than enough clues to tell you how. With his dick still deep inside you, you kissed down his neck to his shoulder, then lifted his arm so you could make your way to the crook of his elbow. You sucked at the tender, sensitive skin. His eyes widened.

“Oh, fuck,” he said. You smirked, then dropped his arm and promptly fucked him as fast and rough as you possibly could.

Eddie threw his head back in ecstasy, groaning and grunting and continuing to talk under his breath - only this time you were able to understand some of it.

“Holy fucking shit…Jesus Christ…Just like that…”

Most of it was curse words.

His fingers dug into your ass as he guided your hips exactly the way he needed them to go, and then all of a sudden he was twitching beneath you, his hands flexing, his jaw dropped. He desperately pressed open-mouthed kisses against your collarbone and breasts, holding you flush to him as you milked him for all he was worth.

His breathing slowed, his face still buried in your tits. Finally, he leaned back so he could look up at you. You smiled and waited for him to say something, but he didn’t. He just kissed you instead - this time lightly and without urgency behind it.

You let him slip out of you, then collapsed beside him, completely blissed out. He stayed seated and upright, although he did take the condom off and dropped it in the trash next to the bed. His eyes had turned pensive, his eyebrows furrowed with worry.

“Everything okay?” you asked.

“No,” he replied, staring straight ahead.

“What’s wrong?” He shrugged.

“I can’t tell you how long it’s been since I felt like that.” You cocked your head in confusion.

“And that’s a problem?” you wondered. You maybe would have freaked out had you not just had four orgasms - Instead, you were just concerned.

“I don’t know.”

His head turned until you could see his expression fully, and you noticed there was a hint of a smile on his face.

“Um, is there anything I can do to help?” you asked.

“Yeah.” He grabbed your hand and took a deep breath. “You wanna go on a date with me?”

(Part 2)

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dilflover-4ever · 9 months

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“Just help me forget...” t.k

Summary: When something happens and all you need is your bestfriend to help you forget about it, even if it’s just for one night.

Content: lil bit of angst, smut (17+), comfort/fluff, sweet Tom, upset reader, slight sa/mentions of sa

"SCHREEEIIIIIIII" is all I heard before the crowd around me erupted into cheers and screams. I jumped up and down clapping my hands from the front row, the amazing spot gifted from my friends a.k.a the band. "GO BILL" I yelled out, knowing how hard that last scream was to hold. After a second of looking into the crowd and catching his breath, Bill started his thank you's and goodbye's, with the rest of Tokio Hotel waving from their spots. Tom found me in the crowd and waved me back, knowing this was my sign to meet them backstage I started heading there.

It was always "tradition" for me to meet them backstage. I guess you could call me somewhat of an assistant manager because truthfully I did help plan and organize some things but the only reason I toured with them was because I was their closest friend. I was definitely closest with the twins but all four of them are my most trusted and reliable friends.

Finally getting past the screaming fans I made it to the back door. The security guards gave me a look and before I started explaining why I was back there, the door flew open and Tom came out, arms opened wide. I ran and jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his torso. I felt his arms wrap around me almost immediately, shoving his face into my shoulder. "Tom that was so good! Y'all performed so well!" I told him pulling his face out of my shoulder and kissing his forehead. I slid off of him as he placed my feet back on the ground. "Thank you! I saw you singing in the crowd, you were so into it," He said while laughing. He was looking at me? I thought to myself. "Come on I know the others want to see you." He says dragging me through the door.

As soon as Bill saw me he ran up and hugged me, squeezing so hard I had to take a minute after he set me down, to breathe. "Oh my God you look stunning tonight! I love your outfit!" Bill says, I look down at my black mini skirt and short black, rhinestone tank top, literally my most basic outfit ever. "Aw Bill says you" I say and point to his hair and makeup, I lean up and kiss his forehead. I leave Bill and walk over to Georg and Gustav who are sitting on one of the couches, conversing with one another. I kiss each of their foreheads and pat Georg on the back, then give Gustav a shoulder hug. I sit next to Georg and start talking to them about the night, unknowing of the conversation behind me.

"Bill what the hell was that, 'You look stunning'? what were you trying to do? You know how I feel about her!" Tom whisper-shouted to his brother. Bill scoffed with an eye roll and shoved his brother. "Tom come on you know I don't think about her like that! I was just complimenting her outfit for christs sake!" Bill sighed after saying that. "Didn't seem like it!" Tom quipped back.

I turn away from Gustav, Georg, and I's conversation, hearing hushed conversation behind us. Tom looked mad with Bill just annoyed. "Will you guys stop arguing and come over here so we can figure out what we're going to do tonight!" I yelled over to them. The twins' conversation stopped as they both looked over, Tom leaning back to whisper something into Bill's ear before walking over. Tom sat next to me, pretty close at that, our bodies basically pressed to each others, his arm on the back of the couch behind me. Bill followed behind him, sitting next to Gustav.

"Guys, it's our last night in town, we HAVE to do something." Bill exclaimed. I quickly agreed with him but what I didn't expect were the groans of disagreement from the rest of the group. "Come on Bill we've gone out every night in this city." Georg said, scrunching up his face. "Yeah and we have a long day of traveling tomorrow." Tom added on, which was followed by 'yeahs' from the other two. Bill looked forward, trying to think of something they could do. An idea popped into my head, "What if we just hung out here for the evening, maybe have a few drinks." I said pointing to the mini fridge with a suggestive smirk. "Sure! We can do that." Bill said clapping his hands together and standing up. The other boys agreed and Bill came back with some shots for all of us.

We all held our tiny glasses into the air and toasted, "TO THE START OF A NEW TOUR!" we all said together, cheering then quickly drinking the liquid.

We did that quite a few more times, more than a few actually because now Gustav and Bill were up on the coffee table dancing. On the side me and Georg were tossing a bra, tossed on stage by a fan, back and forth to each other. I felt a warm hand on my thigh, I looked down and saw Tom's hand resting up near my knee, I looked back up at him and gave him a warm smile. He returned a lazy smile back, he was being awfully calm tonight, maybe he's just tired.

Another two hours of us jacking around passed, Bill, Georg, and me almost painfully drunk, with Gustav and Tom just being tipsy. Georg headed out murmuring something about wanting to call his girlfriend, I shook my head knowing she would not want a drunk call in the middle of the night. I looked down at my small cell phone, seeing the time I realized we have to be back at the hotel soon otherwise tomorrow would be hell. "Guys we ha-" I was cut off by the sound of somebody throwing up, looking into the left corner of the room I saw Bill, two feet away from the trash can. "Oh god Bill!" Tom yelled plugging his nose.

That sobered everyone up as we realised we needed to get him back to the hotel. "Hey you guys take him back I will be right behind y'all, I need to clean this mess up." I gestured to the trashy room. Thankfully the hotel was only a block away so Tom and Gustav had Bill supported on their shoulders, helping him walk out. Tom turned back towards me, "Are you sure you don't want me to stay? It's late and I don't know what kind of people are wandering about." He asks. I give him a reassuring smile and say, "Yes I promise I will be fine, the hotel is right there, you don't have to worry about me. Plus I will be two minutes behind you guys." Tom mumbles ok and starts off with Bill and Gustav again.

Ugh Bill that was so disgusting, I thought, throwing away the final paper towels and putting the cleaning spray back into the small maintenance closet. After sanitizing my hands I checked my phone to see it had actually been 35 minutes and not just 2. I knew the boys were already back in their rooms. Probably asleep by now, I figured they were tired from their show.

I grabbed my bag and headed towards the street, shivering from the breeze. Unknown to me as I walked, Tom was on the verge of falling asleep in his hotel room, phone in hand waiting for a call from me. "God where is she, she should be back by now." He spoke to himself. I was walking for a few minutes about to turn the corner, onto the street the hotel was on. Before I could turn I felt a hand harshly grab my upper arm. I dropped my phone onto the pavement. "Why are you walking around the city alone sweetheart?" I heard a gruff voice grunt into my ear, the smell of booze and cigarettes filling my nose. My eyes shooting wide and looking frantically around as i'm being pulled into a small closed off alley. Finding the eyes of the perpetrator I saw a dirty looking man. I couldn't speak, I couldn't yell, my throat closed off as harsh breaths heaved my chest. My lungs expanding so much, yet I couldn't pull in any air.

No, no, no, no, no, I can't let this happen again. Images of my ex best friend, a guy who I once would've given up my life for, a man who I trusted with everything in me. Images of him, forcing himself onto me in my own bedroom, a place of comfort, a place of my own, now ruined. Him gripping my throat and holding my mouth closed to cover my screams. Then images of him, minutes later, shrugging his pants back on and threatening me to not tell anyone then walking out of the door.

I snapped back to reality when I felt another hand on my waist, a bruising grip trying to hike my skirt up. I screwed my eyes shut and started thrashing around even more. Until I felt his hands leave my body and a voice yelled out behind us. "Hey what's going on over there?! Man get your hands off of her!" The guy ran around the corner leaving the scene before anything could happen, yet his scent still lingered.

I heard the voice again, "Ma'am are you ok? Do I need to get the cops?" I stumbled back, eyes blurry with tears as I shoved past the man, grabbing my phone and started lightly jogging down the street desperate to get back to the hotel, back to my room, no that's not where I wanted to go. Entering the elevator I hit the button to our floor, wiping my eyes and trying to stop my shaking hands.

Mindlessly walking down the hallway I stood in front of the door. The door of Toms room. I need him right now, I need his touch, his comfort, even just for tonight. He can forget about it in the morning for all I care but right here right now I'm pushing my feelings for him forward. I need him right now, so badly. I lifted my hand to the door and knocked, checking my surroundings while I waited for an answer.

"Hel- Woah what happened!? Are you ok? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" All of Tom's questions flooded my ears as he guided me back into his room. Once the door shut he pulled me into a tight hug. "Tom, this man he-he grabbed me and started touching m-me." I got out, shuddering from sobs. I looked up at Tom through now tear filled eyes. He didn't look into my eyes, he exhaled harshly and leaned down to kiss my forehead. He turned towards the door and picked up his shoes. My eyes widened. "I'm going to find that motherfu-" "No Tom! please just stay with me," I pulled him into me, pulling his face down close to mine our breaths mixing, "Just help me forget..."

His eyes held a concerned look, "look- are you sure this is what you want? I can just lay with you if that's what you need." He said in such a soft gentle voice. "Tom this is what I want, I want you to help me forget, I need you to take away the memory. Tom I need you." I think the desperation in my voice proved that this was truly what I wanted because soon enough his lips were on mine. A gentle, very soft, loving kiss. No rush, no forcefulness, just straight tenderness.

He laid me back onto the bed then leaned down to take off my shoes, peppering soft kisses down my legs. On his way back up his hands raked up my legs until they reached my skirt. "Are you 100%?" He asked again. "Yes Tom, it's you of course i'm 100%" I reassured him. His hands tugged down my skirt. I did the trouble of taking off my tank top, both items being discarded to the side. Tom kissed his way up my body, maintaining eye contact. "I'm gonna take care of you tonight baby, don't worry, i'm here for you." His sweet words made my eyes water, my emotions already being all over the place from the night.

His face came back up to mine, our lips meeting, less gentle than the first, yet still loving and sweet. He took off his shirt setting it to the side, on the floor. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down onto me, in a hug. I felt his warm arms slide under my body as he picked me up, turning us around so I'm sat on his lap. My legs came around his back, his body now locked onto mine. We kissed for what felt like hours. The kisses speaking so many words and thoughts. I could feel love through how he kissed me, I tried to reciprocate that back to him with my returning kisses.

Soon enough our kisses became more heated and sloppy. His hands were no longer around my back but now placed on my waist, grinding me down onto his lap. Soft moans leaving my mouth, his low groans meeting with mine in the kiss. His hands delicately reached around behind me, unclipping my bra, dropping it from my shoulders. I unwrapped my arms from him to slide it off. His soft eyes held contact with mine. "You ready?" He questioned. I nodded my head. He flipped us over softly setting me down and moving to get his jeans off.

My chest heaving softly with my breaths as I admired him. I really do love him, not just as a friend, I am in love with Tom. I don't know if he loves me romantically, like I know he does as a friend because we say it all of the time but i'm unsure if he loves me the way I love him. Before I knew it his hands were back on me, so were his lips, trailing down my neck softly sucking once he got to the base. He slid my underwear down my legs, them dropping to the floor. My hands held the back of his head as it trailed farther down my body, his warm lips capturing my nipple while his hand squeezed the other. "Mm Tom" I whispered. He looked up at me, still working my nipples. My feet found the waistband of him boxers, trying to slide them down. His mouth detached from my tit and he smiled up at me. "Babe give me a second I was gonna get there soon." "I need you now Tom, I want you in me" I whined.

His stood and stripped himself of his boxers. His cock hard and red as he slowly grabbed it leaning back down over me. "Tell me if it gets too much baby" He said before seizing my lips with his. I felt his tip at my entrance, he dragged it up and down a few times collecting my wetness. I felt the pressure at my entrance again, then him sliding into me. Our kiss breaks as both of us groan, his head dropping onto my shoulder.

He starts rocking himself slowly, allowing me to adjust. He starts moving faster, lifting himself up onto his hands. My hands thread into his dreads, resting on the base of his neck. I start feeling the build up in my lower abdomen. His thrusts are now faster and harder. He leans back on his heels, pulling my legs up over his shoulders. My eyes are shut but they open when I feel his hands reach mine that are resting by my side. He lifts them with his, locking our fingers together.

That gesture makes me melt, tears brimming my eyes. Tom leans down to kiss my cheek when one slips down out of my eye. My orgasm is coming soon, I can feel it. "H-Harder Tom." I plead, my body rocking with his. He starts thrusting harder hitting me deep, I moan out his name squeezing his hand. "Fuck Tom im so close" I tell him. "Me too hon, me too", Right as he says that I snap, moaning loudly and my pussy clenching around his dick. I know that this brings him closer because now his thrusts are so much sloppier and his shaky voice is straining out grunts and groans.

He quickly pulls out and cums all over my stomach, leaning down and kissing me hard, like really hard. Once our breaths calm down he collapses on top of me. I wrap my arms around his head smoothing his hair.

We sit in silence before he surprises me with his words. "I love you, I love you so much and I have loved you for so long you don't even know." a light laugh leaves his lips at the last few words. "Tom I-" he cuts me off. "No listen, I love you so so much, and I promise I will protect you from everything bad, I will keep you safe forever and ever, nobody with harm you ever again, I want you to be with me, will you?"

Overjoyed I whisper to him, "Yes Tom of course I will be with you, I love you so much and you are always there for me when I need you." I close off my statement with a kiss to his lips. He lets out a content sigh and closes his eyes, laying on my chest. We fall asleep like that, not worried about tomorrow, or the next days, just tied up with each other.

note: This was a difficult and sensitive one to write but I hope ya'll enjoyed it!

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel band #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz smut #tokio hotel smut #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel 2000s

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dilflover-4ever · 9 months

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"Do you want to kiss as badly as I do right now?" b.k.

Summary: When a late night with bill sparks tension and reveals feelings

-"y/n" not used

-based with 2006-07 Bill but you can imagine whatever😙

Tried my best🫶🤞

Rolling over I check the time on the hotel's alarm clock. "Ugh" I groaned out as it read '1:37am'. I couldn't sleep, I kept thinking and stressing. We have all been so stressed with the start of this new tour, it seemed like there was something wrong with every show. The first show my mic just decided to not work and for the first two songs I had to share with Bill, which was so difficult. The second show, Tom's guitar was left at the other hotel, luckily he had a spare for the show. These weren't show-ruining problems but it just seemed as if we had bad luck. With the next show in two days, I couldn't seem to fall asleep. I sat up in bed and decided I needed to relax so I headed towards the hotel room balcony for a smoke.

I like having my own hotel rooms on tour because, even though I love my bandmates I need time to myself, it did get lonely sometimes, especially on nights like these when I couldn't stop my mind from wandering. This hotel was super nice and fancy. Even though my room was a single, I had plenty of space (for the three nights we were here). We also each had our own rooms, me being in between Georg and Bill with Tom on the other side of Bill and Gustav across the hall. On the balcony I pulled out my lighter and lit my cigarette, crossing my arms over my tank top. Damn it, I should've packed a sweater. I leaned over the railing looking down on the very alive city. I wondered if these people ever slept, it seemed like nobody in this city does.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw smoke coming from the balcony to my right. Bill! I thought, putting out my cigarette and turning on my heel to walk back into my room. Slipping on my shoes I grabbed my lighter and room key, walking out the door. I knocked on Bill's door lightly, looking down the hall. After a minute I knocked again, guessing he couldn't hear. After just a second, the door swung open to reveal Bill, no make up and no shirt. He just stood there for a second, almost lost in thought so I cocked my head and asked, "So can I come in?" He snapped back to reality and smiled with a small breathy laugh saying, "Oh yeah of course, sorry" while stepping back, giving me room to walk in. I heard the door shut behind me and turned around to see Bill with a confused look on his face. Aw he looks so cute- I did not just think that, uh ok anyways. "What are you doing still awake? You need to be getting rest." He asked, the same concerned look etched on his face. "I couldn't sleep, I've been thinking so much about anything that could go wrong at our next show, so I went to the balcony to smoke real quick. Then I saw that you were awake and came over here." I summed up, letting out a breath after that mouthful.

He nodded his head walking towards his small couch, looking back at me over his shoulder, motioning for me to follow him. He sat down in the corner with one leg up, resting his chin on his knee. I sat down across from him, on the other side, taking my shoes off and pulling both of my knees up under my chin. "Also, you can't be telling me I need rest when you're still awake too!" I add, with a small smile on my face. I expect him to at least let out a little laugh but he just kept his face down, drumming his fingers on his other hand. Maybe I upset him? Or intruded by coming over unannounced, it won't hurt to ask.

"Hey Bill I'm sorry, did I upset you?" I ask with real concern lacing my words. His head shoots up as he repeatedly denies my assumption. "No, no, no, no, no, trust me you didn't upset me. I was just thinking about how I haven't been able to sleep either. Not just because of the tour but i've also just had some other things on my mind." He says, eyes finally meet mine when he says that last part. I get up and go sit next to him, leaning over him on my knees, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. I feel his arms wrap around my torso pulling me tight to his front. "Aw Bill I'm sorry I know how hard that is. Do you wanna talk about what's been on your mind?" I say into his shoulder, letting go and sitting back, but still close to him. He almost chokes? when I ask that, eyes going wide as he covers it up with a cough. Weird, I thought.

"Um well I don't really know yet. I'd have to gather my thoughts first." He gives me a small reassuring smile while nodding his head. "Yeah I know what you mean." I say trying to mask my confusion. "But we can talk about other stuff!" He exclaims. I laugh and nod my head, smiling at him.

We talk about the most random stuff for at least an hour, laughing at old memories and cringing on old embarrassing moments. It was really great, Bill has always been super easy to talk to. I am closest with him in the band, for so many reasons, he is my best friend and I love him so much! As a friend only.......I think. Throughout our conversation tonight something in the air is different, whether it's Bill looking into my eyes while I talk about anything, or just the tension. It's thicker and has meaning, unknown to either of us. I know that he feels it too because he's been getting me closer this whole time. At first he just held my hands and played with my fingers while we talked, now i'm full on pressed up against his side, his arm around my body that is curled into him, my head on his chest. Our conversation has shifted now instead of goofy talking, we've been getting more serious, opening up about things that we hadn't even told each other.

I want him to know I fully trust him, i'm gonna bring up "Did you know my dad never really loved me?" I asked Bill, "I don't know if i've told you about it before, but he said it to my face all the time when I was little, before he left." I added. I felt him shake his head above me. "No you;ve never brought it up, that's awful." He said with a soft voice. "I just wanted you to know, it was a big part of my life. Also you're the only one that knows about it so please don't bring it up to the others." I told him. "Thank you for trusting me and of course I'll keep my mouth shut about it." He gave me a reassuring squeeze. "I really do trust you, you're my favorite person, besides Tom of course." Bill says to me. I was stunned, I felt something new and burning inside of me, I knew what it was. I loved Bill. I looked up at his face. He looked down at mine and we looked at each other. After a minute or two, it's like our faces naturally gravitated towards one another because pretty soon we were basically inhaling each others breaths.

"Do you want to kiss as badly as I do right now?" Bill questioned, speaking at a low whisper. I nodded my head and threaded my fingers through his hair, leaning up to finally meet his lips. The kiss was long and slow. Months of pent up, hidden feelings going into our kiss. That kiss proved a point, the point being me and Bill loved each other. Once we pulled apart I looked into Bill's eyes. It was a second until he spoke up, "I haven't been sleeping because i've spent so many nights thinking about you." That literally made me melt, my lip pouted out a little before i smiled and said the words i've been thinking, "I love you so much Bill", "I love you too" He repeated.

Finally me and Bill got a good night's rest, laying with each other, a new found love surrounding us.

Edit: hey y’all also this is literally my second time writing anything sooooo hope y’all didn’t expect author level writing

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel #love #kiss #tokio hotel band

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dilflover-4ever · 10 months

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Georg Listing friends with benefits hcs

Not proofread BTW

At first he keeps it a secret since you and him are in the band and wouldn't want to start something

In the beginning he also just fucks to fuck, doing things like doggy and not kissing you so it wasn’t like intimate fucking, it was, as labeled, JUST friends with benefits

Georg is very chill and in the beginning doesn’t feel the need to take it further with you, and you felt the same so neither of you brought it, y’all just fucked and left

Y’all would meet up in recording rooms or backstage closets (and sometimes in hotel rooms) for quickies which would raise suspicion from the other boys

Eventually you found out Georg had told the other members when they were drinking in one of their hotel rooms, while you were in bed early from exhaustion

The conversation started with Bill asking about you and where you were

Of course Georg knew where you since half an hour ago he had your bare chest up against the wall, while he forced your back to arch to meet his thrusts from behind, one hand on your shoulder pressing you to the wall, the other sitting right above your ass

So when he told them you had gone to bed early, Tom sat up and asked Georg how he knew

Georg scoffed and blew it off by saying “I was just over there for a bit to see if she was coming tonight” which would have been believable if the boys didn’t know better

So Bill then comes in with the, “We aren’t stupid Georg, we noticed the way y’all sneak about and return with messed up hair and flustered faces” He finished the statement with a look that said ‘are you dumb’

Georg looks at the other boys and looks down at his lap, thinks a bit, then looks up to meet the awaiting looks from his band members then grunts and says, “fine we just fuck sometimes, but that’s IT, we are only friends with benefits” he made sure to specify that friends with benefits is all that it was

The boys started laughing at his irritated tone and assured him they didn’t care and that they just wanted him to admit it

Georg just rolled his eyes and opened another beer, while regular conversation continued for the rest of the night

The next day when you met the boys on the tour bus they all looked at you and smirked in a knowing way, ‘surely this isn’t about Georg ew that’s so awkw-’ your thoughts were cutoff as Georg pulled you to the side while the others were loading the bus,

“Oh yea by the way, the guys found out last night, they said they didn’t care though but that’s what the looks were for” he says close to your ear, breathing for a second before pulling away and shrugging

You gave him a narrow look then got on the bus

The concert that night was good, the fans went crazy as usual, so you guys went to a huge afterparty to celebrate one of y’alls best concerts yet

At the party you were pretty drunk and so your dancing pulled a lot of wasted guys’ attention, only one of them was bold enough to come up to you though

“Hey sexy, how you doin’’ tonight? You wanna dance?” He says, you give him a smile and nod your head, he pulls you to where everyone was dancing

He stood behind you with his hands on your waist, grinding your bodies together, your eyes closed and mind fogged

What you didn’t know was that a certain someone was watching, Georg stood across the room, arms crossed and an annoyed look on his face

He couldn’t watch anymore and surprised himself when he walked towards you after finishing off the drink in his hand

You, caught up in dancing, didn’t notice his presence until his hand firmly grabbed your elbow and tugged you towards him, he said it’s time to go and nodded at the guy, pulling you away even through your confused protests

“What the fuck!” you exclaim shaking his hand off of you, you crossed your arms and stopped walking, waiting for him to turn around

He exhales and turns around with his eyes closed but right as he opens them and his mouth, beginning to speak, Bill walks up with gustav holding tom up behind him

“Hey guys ready to g-, woah, what’s going on here why are y’all so tense?” Bill says, noticing the thick tension, and your aggravated face. You aggressively shrug your shoulders and purse your lips, “idk Georg is there a problem?” you say in a tone laced with confused anger

“Ugh whatever, let’s go” Georg grunts walking past you and towards the door while Bill and them follow behind

You let out an exasperated sigh and drop your hands following them out to the bus

On the bus Tom was asleep, his head on Gustav’s lap and his feet on Bills, Georg was already sitting and since Tom left you about no room to sit, Bill just recommended you to sit on Georg

You looked over at him and he readjusted his sitting position almost welcoming you

You scoffed and walked over to him, sitting on the edge of his knees, he grunted and grabbed your hips, pulling you back all the onto his lap, not moving his hands once you were where he wanted you to be

You just accepted it and leaned back, listening to Bill and Georg’s conversation about tomorrow's plans when your own thoughts started to wander, ‘why was Georg being like this? He’s never this touchy or affectionate (if you could even call it that) in public, he was always very nonchalant about your “relationship/friendship” whatever the fuck was going on.’

You got so lost in your thoughts you didn’t even realize y’all were back to the hotel until Gustav stood up to get Tom up and head inside

Once inside everyone went up to their rooms and as you turned to shut yours it was stopped, by Georg’s hand?

“What are you doing?” you asked but barely had time to get it out before Georg came in and grabbed your face in between his hands. He looked at your eyes for a moment before leaning in and connecting your lips with his harshly. You and him NEVER kiss like this (rarely on the lips even) so you were tense at first but loosened up and threaded your fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots and pulling him closer

His hands left the side of your face and slid down your body to the hem of your shirt lifting in a little to get his hands under, sliding them up to your boobs holding his hands there

The kiss broke because you both had to breathe (obviously) but your eye contact remained. You two just sat there breathing heavily until you leaned in again, much softer this time and captured his lips almost in a gentle manner. You moved your head back and forth and leaned back, breaking the kiss, you looked up at him and ran your hands down his arms until you reached where his hands met your skin, under your lifted shirt, he looked down at your hands

Then his eyes flicked back up to yours when you started to slowly lift up your shirt. He watched you move slowly, you sensed something in the air, there was something different about this time, there was a stronger sense of intimacy, you knew he felt it too because his movements also became slow and gentle.

Once your shirt was off, the silence was broken by your moan when Georg slipped his hands into your bra, his hard warm hands gave you chills. Georg leaned down to kiss you then dragged his lips to your jaw kissing down it, all the way to your neck. The kisses distracted you while his hand was on your back undoing your bra with gentleness.

The cool air hitting your bare nipples made you groan, which was cut off as yours and Georg’s lips met together again. While kneading your boobs, Georg walked you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed. He held your back as he lowered you onto the bed. Once you were laying, he dragged his hands from your tits to your waistband and started undoing your jeans, pulling them down and off of your body

He then moved to his own pants working on the buttons and zipper, you couldn’t help but stare as he does so, watching his hand movements, his hair falling in front of his face, and his facial expression once he finally got them off along with his shirt, now being left in his boxers

He walked back over to you, and you sat up impatiently grabbing onto his shoulders, and wrapping your hands around his neck as you connected your lips in a deep, hard but gentle, almost…….loving, kiss. You felt the kiss throughout your whole body, down your back, in your core, even…. In your heart. That’s when it hit you, you loved Georg, not just his sex, not just his body but all of him. With this new realization you kissed him harder, faster, pulling him almost impossibly close, “Woah, Woah, slow down” Georg said in a confused tone, voice raspy from not talking.

You looked him in the eyes and said to him in a tone so low it could have been a whisper, “I need you Geo” you paused and thought, “All of you.” That statement added onto the end made him realize, you didn’t see this time as just a fuck, this was real, with deep feelings behind it, which made him snap because now he knew you reciprocated his feelings. He suddenly, almost harshly, lowered you back down onto your back, joining your lips together again, this time using his tongue to run across your lower lip asking for you to comply and let his tongue enter your mouth, while y’all were making out his hands drifted to your underwear.’

You felt his fingertips grab the hem and pull them down past your knees, breaking the kiss to get them all the way off, he held eye contact with you, over your heaving chest, he got on his knees in front of your legs and used his two fingers to spread open your pussy, using his other hand to drag a finger through your slit stopping when he gets to your clit, flattening out his finger pressing onto it, causing a loud, breathy moan to leave your lips. Georg groans and says “You’re so wet for me, you’re so slick I can easily slide my finger through”, He finishes off the sentence by sliding two fingers into your entrance. You jolt, reaching down to grip his wrist. You moan following with, “Fuck, God just- just wait a second”, “Of course baby” He replies, leaving soft kisses on the insides of your thighs. You wait a few minutes then grind into his hand, signaling him that he can move.

He starts thrusting his fingers in and out of you. “God you're just dripping for me” He says as he leans down to lick a stripe up your slit. He turns his fingers to the side, now scissoring them to open you up even more. Moans fall uncontrollably from your lips. He works you up even more adding, “Ugh you’re so wet I can’t wait to stuff you with my cock.” That statement makes you clench around his fingers. He threw his head back with a groan. “You feel so good baby, keep going just a little more.” His words egged you on, bringing you closer to your orgasm. He thrusts them into you a few more times, adding his other hand to your clit, rubbing it in fast circles, sending you over the edge. “That’s it right there babe, you did so good.” He leaned down and captured your lips in a lazy kiss.

Once you recovered you rolled both of you over, sitting him up on the edge of the bed and dropping on your knees to the floor below, pulling his boxers down off of his ankles, releasing his cock from its confines. You wrap one hand on the base and softly lick his pink tip. He groans and grabs your hair forcing you down on his cock, not all of the way but still enough to satisfy him. He obviously proved what he wanted so you start bobbing your head up and down on his cock. His head thrown back, his body being supported by one arm as the other holds your hair back. Your head moves faster, he’s close already because unknown to you, he was stroking himself through his boxers while his fingers were in your pussy, only stopping when he had to finish you off, using both hands.

You continued bobbing your head now hollowing out your cheeks and adding your other hand jerking him off when you lifted your head. “Fuck that feels so good, keep going baby” He says with closed eyes and his mouth hung open, breathy grunts leaving his mouth. You feel him getting close and increase your speed, almost pushing him over, that is until he grabs your head in between his hands and lifts you off of his dick. He pulls you up to his face, hooking your lips together. “C'mon babe.” He says picking you up, you wrap your arms and legs around him.

He brings you over to the head of the bed, he lines himself up with your entrance, until he suddenly stops, realizing something. “Shit. condom.” He gets up off of the bed heading towards his jeans, knowing he has one in the pocket. “Geo wait” You say, causing him to halt his actions and look up at you. “I want to feel you. For real, not through some latex.” You say which makes him immediately drop his jeans, belt hitting the floor, as he climbs back on top of you, grabbing your chin and connecting your lips in another gentle kiss. He pulls back, lining you up with his dick and sliding himself in. Having to pause for a moment to let you adjust, but it’s taking everything in him to not ruin you right now.

“O-Ok you can move now” you say letting out a breath. He slowly pulls out of you, making eye contact with you as he re-enters, faster, harder. He continues building up speed, hands gripping onto your waist for dear life. One hand leaves your waist and pulls your hand up above your head, interlacing your fingers together while bringing his face down to yours, resting his cheek on yours. He stays there feeling your cheeks rub against one another, just listening to each other breathe out and moan. “That feels so good Georg, don’t stop, keep going, don’t stop.” You say in a breathy tone, so cockdrunk you aren’t even sure what you’re saying. “Oh I'm not gonna stop baby, not when I have you underneath me.” He responds, throwing your knee over his shoulder now thrusting at a new angle. He knows you’re close, now swirling his finger around your clit. You finally orgasm tensing up and moaning Georg’s name so loud he’s sure the rest of the band could hear it.

“Just a little longer babe i'm so close, you’re so good for me, you’re so perfect.” He tells you trying to reach his high, you're overstimulated pussy pulsing as he continuously pounds into you. Sobs wreck your body and Georg wipes the few tears that fall down your cheeks. His hips stutter and he pulls out, cumming on your stomach, the hot liquid spurting all the way up to your boobs. He sits back on his thighs, both of you breathing extremely heavy. He leans over you and you pull his face down for your lips to meet in a long, slow, soft, kiss. Georg pulls back, climbing off the bed to get you a wet washcloth to clean you up. He comes back from the bathroom with the cloth and his underwear back on. He wipes your tender body gently, not wanting to hurt you.

He drops the rag on the floor, grabbing his shirt for you to wear. Once you have it on he climbs onto the bed getting under the covers with you. Once your breathing returned back to normal you got the courage to ask him what you’d been wondering through the sex. “Georg” you said in a low tone, “yes?” he responds, feeling the need to also speak lowly. “I love you” you whisper, he barely caught it but when it processed his smile lifted and he grabbed your hand under the covers and whispered back, “I love you too”, he then leaned forward to kiss your forehead, then cheek, then nose, then peck your lips.

When he pulled back you cuddled into him and you guys fell asleep in each other's arms.

#georg listing #tokio hotel #georg listing x reader #georg listing smut #german band

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dilflover-4ever · 10 months

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🫨🫨🫨

𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘪'𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 - g.listing x reader

Summary: You and Georg have been “you and georg” for a while now - definitely more than friends but still less than a couple. Your arrangement seemed to be working fine until Georg spots a mystery bouquet of flowers at your place and his behavior starts to shift in unexpected ways.

warnings : Friends with benefits i guess. Light Angst. Cunnilingus. Vaginal Fingering. Spanking. Cum Play. Protected sex. Feelings realization. Female bodied reader

a/n: this was supposed to be a very short and very small oneshot but turned into a whole ass fic 😭😭 i love feeding my fellow georg fangirlies

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“If you’re not ready in 15 minutes, I’m going without you,” Georg declares.

“Cool but it’s my friends we’re having dinner with, so that might be controversial,” you point out, nudging his elbows off your vanity so you can open the drawer in front of where he’s sitting.

“Oh, they like me better than you, it won’t be a problem,” he teases, handing you the beauty blender you were looking for.

You snatch it from his hand. “Hey, you literally weren’t even invited, you just asked if I was busy and said ‘oh that could be fun’ when I told you what I had planned.”

“I feel like my presence was assumed when they asked you,” he shrugs.

You toss the sponge at him and he laughs as you shoo him out of the room so you can finish putting yourself together.

You and Georg have been together for a few months, although neither of you have ever tried to discuss what “together” actually means. Your relationship seemed to be an endless string of implications. When you met, it was implied you liked each other. When you made out at a party a few weeks later, it was implied it was as friends. When you started sleeping together, it was implied it was casual. In your mind, you were something more than “friends with benefits” but still something less than a full-on relationship.

He puts a record on and has just crossed into the kitchen to help himself to a bottled water from your fridge when he notices a vase of flowers on the counter that he definitely didn’t send you.

“Fancy flowers,” he comments. “Who sent them?” He asks, despite immediately checking the card and seeing the message alongside what seems to be a masculine name:

“Thanks for last weekend, let’s do it again sometime ;)”

You’re rooting around in your closet, trying to find the top you had planned on wearing while your mind is focused on your mental checklist of everything you still have left to do before you leave; it takes a good 15 seconds for it to register that Georg has even said anything and another 10 before you distractedly call out “a friend” in response.

Georg sits on your couch and while his hands are turning the pages of some random magazine he found on your coffee table, his eyes are fixed on the bouquet he can still see sitting on the kitchen counter. You’ve never discussed exclusivity, he would have no right to be jealous. But he can’t deny the panic that ran through his body when he saw that card and he can’t keep his mind from racing now.

He thinks he’d almost feel better if he’d found evidence you were fucking someone else; he hates the thought of someone else touching you but he’s also confident that they couldn’t possibly make you feel the way he does in bed. He’s not worried about the sex. But flowers? That implies romance, implies thoughtfulness and intimacy, which are things he wouldn’t blame you for seeking elsewhere. He knows he hasn’t been offering that to you in the ways he could, in the ways you probably deserve.

He tortures himself with these thoughts a bit longer and then props himself in the doorway of your bedroom to check on your progress.

“Oh you’re still here? You were so quiet out there I figured you made good on your threat and you were already at the restaurant ordering without me,” you tease, pulling on your boots.

Georg gives a half-hearted chuckle in response. “You look nice,” he compliments you quietly.

You flash him a pleasant but puzzled smile; something’s off with him, you don’t think he’s ever said you look “nice” as long as you’ve known him and he never passes up a chance to banter with you.

He makes small talk but you notice the way his fingers are fiddling with the label of his water bottle and how his eyes hesitate to look for yours. By the time you’re ready, he’s nonchalantly mentioned the flowers three times and asked you to a party next weekend, when he usually never plans that far in advance.

You pause gathering your things as you realize what’s happening. He’s fucking jealous, you amusedly think to yourself. Part of you wants to tease him about it but there’s an underlying sense of nervousness to it that’s almost sweet. How could something as innocuous as a vase of flowers shake this man’s seemingly endless confidence?

“I wasn’t trying to be vague before,” you tell him. “I helped someone move last weekend; only a couple people showed up to help, it was pretty intense. That’s what the flowers are for.”

“Let’s do it again sometime, winky face?” He raises his eyebrows, casually drinking from his water bottle to show how unbothered he is.

You make a face. “I should’ve figured you’d read the card,” you tease. “I joked that the move was so brutal I’d sooner buy him the apartment than help again when the lease is up.” To punctuate your story, you walk over, peck him on the lips and affectionately straighten his shirt collar. “I don’t know what you’re thinking but I can tell you you’re probably overthinking it.”

Georg tightens his jaw and runs his tongue over his lips as he listens to you. “Didn’t even know you liked flowers,” he shrugs as you smile softly at him.

When he doesn’t immediately follow you out of the bedroom, you know his wheels must still be turning. You get your keys out of the dish and text your friends that you’re leaving now. He finally appears and just as you’re about to tell him you really need to get going, he grabs you and gives you the most over the top, absurdly intense kiss of your life. One hand twisted in your hair, one hand pressing you against him, tongue claiming your mouth as his. He’s clearly trying to prove a point - what and to who, you’re not quite sure - but he certainly proves it.

He pulls away, fire in his eyes and casually says, “You lock up, I’ll get the car started?” as if nothing happened.

You stand there, stunned for a moment, quickly attempt to repair your smudged lipstick and lock the door to meet him outside.

The car ride is mostly silent, save for the radio. Georg plants his hand on your thigh the second you get in the car and it doesn’t budge the entire time. When you grab drinks with your friends at the bar, his hand never leaves your back. During dinner, his arm snakes around your waist the second you slide in the booth next to him. To the outsider this would seem possessive and you’re guessing it partly is but you think you’re pretty good at reading Georg at this point and to you, it feels more complex than that.

He’s still his engaging and charming self, chatting endlessly with everyone about everything but you can tell he’s in his head and you’re not entirely sure why. You recall how unnerved he seemed back at your apartment. You think about the number of times he’s leaned in to whisper a joke or comment in your ear tonight. You feel the gentle way his fingers brush over your hip while you wait for the check and you start connecting the dots.

It may have started with jealousy but this goes deeper than some basic macho territorial bullshit. You’re fascinated as you consider this development. He never seemed to feel angry or betrayed at the thought of someone else holding your attention; he just seemed troubled. Sad. And now it feels like he’s constantly reassuring himself of your presence, like as long as he keeps touching you, keeps engaging you, you’re undeniably there with him.

Your head swims as you consider the implications of this. You never doubted you both cared for each other but is it more serious than that to him? To you? You focus on him talking with your friends and you don’t realize you’re staring until you feel his eyes on you. He looks at you with amused expectancy; you just shake your head and smile fondly.

Your friends say their goodbyes and you start down the street back to the car park. Georg reaches for your hand and it kind of breaks your heart so when you stop to wait for the crosswalk, you place his arm around you and snuggle into him. He looks at you quizzically, as if he’s surprised by your affection. He truly has no idea how transparent he is sometimes, you think to yourself as you mumble something about being cold.

As you make your way down the block, he starts chattering away about the night’s events and with each comment you burrow further into his embrace, appreciating the cool night air and the sound of his voice.

By time you’ve reached the parking structure, you’ve got your arms wrapped around him, inside his jacket. He sways with you as you wait for the elevator, “Am I dropping you back home?”

Your answer comes out muffled as you’ve decided to take this opportunity to bury your face in his chest. “Your place.”

He kisses the top of your head and clarifies, “Thought you had work tomorrow?”

As the elevator doors open, you say, “But your place is closer now” with a glimmer in your eye and you pull him, first into the elevator and then into you. You give him a kiss reminiscent of his over the top, absurdly intense one from earlier but yours has no underlying point to prove. You’ve decided you need him, only him and you want to be sure he knows that.

The car ride is once again silent but this time there is a different tension in the air. His hand finds its way onto your thigh again, though this time it’s definitely a few inches higher. You can’t help but study him, as breathtaking as ever, lit only by the glow of evening traffic. You’re now almost as lost in your thoughts as you know he was earlier. He was so perturbed by those goddamn flowers, why? If you had found a gift from someone you didn’t know at his place, would you be feeling the same way? You’re pretty sure you would.

He catches your gaze at a stop light or two but he doesn’t say anything, just gives your thigh a reassuring squeeze and turns back to the road. As soon as he shuts the engine off, you’re practically lunging across the car to get your lips back on his again. He indulges you for a minute and then breezily laughs, “let’s get you inside then” as he pries you off of him.

Once inside, it’s a dizzying clash of teeth, tongues, lips and limbs as you stumble up the stairs into the bedroom. You’re not sure exactly when it happened but suddenly he’s in his underwear and has you naked and spread in front of him.

He runs his fingers through your folds as he looks at you with a predatory glint in his eyes, asking, “Wet already, huh? This all for me?”

That’s apparently the extent of his teasing mood as he dives right in and starts eating you out before you even think to answer. You gasp and immediately tangle your fingers in his hair as he ruthlessly attacks your clit, first swirling it with the tip of his tongue and then sucking it in between his lips. The way he alternates broad strokes of his wide tongue with deliberate rapid fire flicks has you whimpering faster than you thought possible.

“Been wanting to taste you all evening, beautiful, thought we’d never get away,” he murmurs as he teasingly presses light kisses into your thighs.

“Georg…” you start, still attempting to catch your breath. “What is going on with you tonight…”

He chuckles and replies, “Says the woman who practically jumped me in the parking lot after dinner?” He pushes himself up your body to kiss you deeply, both of you groaning as you taste yourself on his tongue.

He pulls away just enough to continue, “Says the woman who could barely wait for me to put the car in park before she pounced again?” He kisses you even harder, distracting you enough that you don’t notice his hands have begun to wander until you feel two fingers slowly dragging against your pussy.

You break the kiss with a moan and Georg seamlessly moves his mouth to your neck, giving several teasing bites and nips before he raises his head to look directly at you and say, “Says the woman who I suspect has been dripping for me since the kiss I gave her before we left for dinner?”

He pushes his fingers into you with ease and expertly starts working them. “Maybe even before? Has my girl been wanting me this badly all night?”

You feel your skin flush as you hear the words “my girl” come out of his mouth; this is new. That’s as far as your thought process gets because then he’s curling his fingers and all you can focus on is the way your walls are beginning to twitch and tighten around them, “Georg… please…” is the best response you can manage.

His hand that’s not buried inside you traces down your throat and over your breasts. “Please what, baby? Think you know you’re gonna have to do better than that,” he teases.

“… Want to cum… please…” you breathlessly pant out, rocking your hips against his fingers which have slowed to an agonizingly slow pace, keeping you just on the edge of orgasm.

“Oh don’t worry, pretty girl, you’ll cum alright,” he teases with his bottom lip fixed in a mock pout. “Gotta make it up to you, I obviously should’ve filled you the second I walked through your door tonight,” he speeds his fingers back up and adds his thumb into the mix, rubbing it against your clit, causing your legs to shake.

You grip his arm that’s working you over, digging your nails into his bicep as your entire body tenses and you pulse around his fingers. “That’s my girl, that was a good one, wasn’t it?” he coos as he pumps his fingers into you a few more times for good measure.

You can only breathe heavily in response; your mind and body are both reeling. There it is again: my girl. That kiss by your door, his hands on you all evening, now my girl. You’re not sure if it’s intentional or if his subconscious is giving him away, but he’s claiming you. You’re much more comfortable with that idea than you thought you’d be.

The second it seems like you’ve started to catch your breath,Georg withdraws his fingers from your body and sucks them clean, exaggeratedly groaning his approval. You reach out for him, hoping for a kiss but before you even realize what’s happening, he’s back between your legs lapping away at your center again. “Georg, what the fuck,” you cry out, legs involuntarily closing around him.

Unfazed, he easily spreads your legs back how he wants them and looks up at you, face obscenely wet and glistening from his task. “You tasted so good on my fingers, I wanted more straight from the source,” he shrugs and immediately returns to his mission.

You involuntarily let out a tiny moan at his remark before tugging on his hair to get his attention. “Too much” is all you manage to get out before he licks at your clit in just the right way to make you jolt and let out a guttural groan.

He pulls back and snickers against your thigh. “That’s what I thought, do I know my girl or do I know my girl? Know when you’re ready for another one before you even do, know how to leave you speechless with just a couple flicks of my tongue,” he sneers, rapidly fluttering over your clit in demonstration. “Know this pussy even better than you do, bet you’ve never had anyone else who can say that, have you?”

You grab onto his shoulder and moan as soon as you hear that magic phrase, my girl, again. Georg’s dirty talk has always been a huge turn on for you but tonight the language is as telling as it is arousing: you are his. You decide that you like it, you want that and you like that he wants that.

You sigh deeply, disappointed but not surprised, when he pulls away just as you feel your climax begin to build. He kisses up your stomach until he reaches your tits, spreading sloppy kisses over one while he squeezes the other, rolling over the nipple with his thumb. You’re not quite sure why tenderness is your instinctual response but you go with it, softly running one hand through his hair and stroking his face with the other.

He looks up at you and his eyes are as breathtaking as always, glowing with both a familiar fire and also a softness you’ve only seen on occasion. You can’t help but smile as you tell him, “You’re unbelievable.”

“Is that a complaint or a compliment?” He asks with a smirk as he turns his attention to your other breast, repeating his actions.

“Not sure… both maybe…” you reply, in a dreamy haze of fondness, amusement and desire.

“I’ll take it,” he mutters against your skin. Satisfied with his work on your chest, you see him start to move back down between your legs.

“Geo… no, need more,” you object, attempting to pull him back up to you.

“That’s what I’m tryna to give you here, baby,” he chuckles, allowing you to pull him up to your lips.

You frantically kiss him and grabble between your bodies until your hand finds his erection still confined in his boxers and you give it a squeeze. “God, Georg, honestly I just want your cock more than anything right now,” you hate how pitiful you sound but you also hope it’s enough that he’ll give you what you want.

Instead he looks you directly in the eye, grins and taunts, “But when don’t you want my cock more than anything?”

He impishly pecks your nose and confidently states, “First you cum on my tongue. Then you can cum on my cock.” And with that, he’s suddenly peppering quick kisses all the way back down your body, musing almost to himself, “No one else can make you feel this way, can they? Know how to get you off like this? Gets you this needy?”

He dives back in with a renewed sense of purpose and has you cumming within moments; you swear at a certain point you can feel him grin against your sensitive core, clearly reveling in the nonsensical murmurs you don’t even realize you’re letting out until you hear them yourself.

“Good girl, sound so pretty when you cum for me, taste even better,” he praises, pressing a final kiss to the inside of each of your thighs before he’s on his feet, finally stripping off his underwear and retrieving a condom from the bedside table.

You’re tired from his teasing but the anticipation of finally having him inside you fuels your decision to snatch the package from him and begin tugging at his cock as soon as he’s within arms reach. You roll the condom on him as he tucks your hair behind your ear and says, “Been so good tonight, baby, you decide how you want it.”

You purse your lips in amusement because while his offer appears generous, based on the tone of the evening and the charged mood you’re both in, there’s no way he doesn’t already know you’re about to choose his preferred position.

You reach up and kiss him lustfully one more time before you dramatically turn over and raise yourself up on all fours, looking over your shoulder at him with an expectant look. He raises an eyebrow at you and you playfully roll your eyes at him, “Are you going to pretend like you’re surprised or are you gonna fuck me?”

He grips your ass cheeks, kneading them in each hand, fondly clicking his tongue, “Cum twice already and still so impatient.”

You expect him to tease you; he always does and after the evening you’ve had, you assume you’re in for another tortuous display of dominance so it takes you by surprise when he’s suddenly sliding in to you. You hear his breathing become noticeably more pronounced as he buries himself and his fingers lightly trace down your spine, his actions pausing for just a beat longer than you’d like.

Without even giving it a second thought, you start eagerly moving against him. “Need me that badly you can’t even wait one second for me to catch my breath?” He taunts in a voice that’s both amused and aroused. He wraps his hand in your hair and yanks hard. “So desperate for me to wreck you, gotta fuck yourself on my cock?” He punctuates his question with a swift smack to your ass.

You attempt to scoff at his teasing but a simple, strained “fuck” leaves your lips instead as you steadily rock yourself back against him. He doesn’t seem to mind your initiative, responding to your movements with approving groans and keeping his large hands occupied by covering your ass, first with sharp slaps followed by firm yet tender rubbing to soothe your reddening skin.

You hear yourself chanting “More. Please. More.” in a rhythm matching the way you’re throwing your body back on him. He complies with your request, hand coming down on your backside multiple times in rapid succession and you cry out in satisfaction. You love the sting but you think you love the fact that you’ll be wearing his marks for days even more.

A particularly strong blow has your arms giving out, dropping your upper body down to the bed with a moan. He takes this as you handing over the reins and quickly moves his hands from your ass to your hips, grip digging into your skin as he takes over and starts pounding into you.

“Goddamn you wrap around me so good, it’s like you were made to take my cock weren’t you, beautiful?” His praise has both your mind and body humming; it’s been a long evening and although you’ve already had two orgasms, you find yourself overwhelmed by the undeniable need to cum with him inside you.

He pushes down on the small of your back to pop your ass and fuck you at a better angle but the way his fingers firmly but gently fall on your skin reminds you of how he touched you earlier in the evening. In the restaurant. On the street. In the car. Always wanting to feel you, always confirming your presence, always reassuring the both of you that your rightful place was with him.

An unexpected wave of affection washes over you and suddenly you’re needing him in a much different way. You manage to feebly say, “Geo? Babe?” as you muster the strength to raise yourself back on one arm while you fling the other behind you, blindly searching for him.

You almost never call him pet names so it immediately jumps out at him; he notices the shifted tone in your voice and halts his actions. You turn your head to meet his gaze as he pants, “You alright? What’s happening?”

Your hand finally finds his resting on your hip and you give it a squeeze, “Changed my mind. Need more of you on me.”

The confusion and concern that were clouding his features softens into something familiar yet somehow undefinable as he gingerly pulls out and leans forward to give you the softest kiss you’ve received all evening. “Well, let’s do that then.”

You spin around to face him and sit back on your knees, pulling him into another soft, slow kiss, brushing his hair off his forehead. He basks in your tender attention for a moment before he’s guiding you back down onto the bed, situating himself to fully lay on top of you, between your legs, careful not to break your kiss until you’re ready.

He slips back inside you and before he even gets the chance to ask, a breathy “Yessss” is all the confirmation he needs to know that this is what you were craving. You wrap your legs around him and run your hands across his broad back, “Just wanted to feel more,” you explain.

Your eyes are closed, relishing the feel of his weight on you and the stretch of him inside you, so you don’t notice the way he silently studies you for a moment before he lifts himself up and starts thrusting into you again.

For all the filth that’s come out of your mouths this evening, this round finds you both unusually quiet, letting your joined symphony of moans, groans, “yeahs and “fucks say everything that needs to be expressed.

You feel him reach for your hand and move it to rest above you on the pillow, interlacing his fingers with yours; you respond with a squeeze and then one up him by turning your head to nip at his skin, simply because you can. He’s left his signature up and down your body tonight, it’s only fair you get to leave a small token of your appreciation on his.

He hisses at the feel of your teeth lightly grazing his skin. “Come on, baby, play nice.”

“Since when do we do that?” You breathlessly reply and then bask in the glow of the grin you receive in response.

Still smiling, Georg shakes his head. “If you’re able to make smartass remarks like that, clearly I’m not doing my job here.”

He takes one of your legs from around his waist and lifts your thigh back towards your chest; your mouth opens to moan but nothing happens as he pulls almost entirely out and then fucks into you so much slower and deeper than before. He chuckles, “That’s more like it.”

You consider rolling your eyes at his teasing or panting out another sassy quip at him but the way he’s moving in you feels so otherworldly you honestly don’t care about anything else. You grab on to his forearm and dig your nails in.

“Feeling good, beautiful?” He reaches between you and mercilessly rubs your clit. “Who’s making you feel this good?”

The sound emanating from your throat might be his name but mainly sounds like a series of whimpers.

He rubs harder and thrusts deeper. “Didn’t hear you, speak up. Whose cock makes you feel like this?” You continue crying out nonsensically as you feel yourself on the verge of your third orgasm.

You need him close so you pull him down to you for a kiss. He sloppily licks into your mouth, panting against your lips. He’s almost as gone as you are. You bite at his bottom lip and say, with a bit more desperation than you anticipated, “Gonna cum for you, Geo.” He nods understandingly and pecks your lips once more.

His lips move to your neck as his thrusts speed up again; he’s determined now and you’re moaning in earnest. You feel that familiar burning in your core and your eyes instinctively flutter shut, savoring the fall into bliss.

“Uh-uh, eyes open, baby. Want you to look at me. Need to be sure you know whose cock it is you’re cumming on,” Georg commands.

You force yourself to focus on him as you start to unravel, your entire body on fire, tensing deliciously; your mind is screaming his name but only indecipherable whines fall from your lips. Georg is relentless as he fucks you through it, his thrusts never slow; no matter how impossibly tight your pussy squeezes around his cock, he never stops driving into you even rougher and deeper than before.

His eyes remain locked on yours, making the entire experience feel unbelievably more intimate. You swear you can feel every pent up emotion from the evening - the jealousy, the worry, the possessiveness, the passion, the… love? - in his gaze and you’ve never had a more intense orgasm, physically or emotionally.

As you come down from your high, you hear him praising you, “Yes, baby… love making you cum… you always give so much… always such a good girl for me.” His words alone would’ve earned a reaction from you but he sounds as wrecked as you feel, causing you to emit a deep and breathy moan at this realization. He’s panting so heavily you know his release won’t be far behind.

You feel like you’re mad with desire at this point; you’re beyond satisfied and you know you couldn’t possibly cum again but you still feel like you’re wanting something, you still need more of him. Feeling emboldened by watching Georg lose control and the euphoria still pulsing through your body, you find yourself digging your nails into his arms and muttering, “Want your cum, Georg.”

He lets out a grunt as his hips slam into yours. “Oh, you’re definitely about to get it,” he smirks.

You sigh partly out of exasperation and partly out of arousal for what you’re about to request. “No, Georg, I want it,” you pant. “Want you to cum on me, make me yours.”

His hips slow as he processes your words. “Fuck” is all he can manage to growl under his breath in response. He pulls out and you whimper at both the absence of him and the anticipation of what’s going to happen.

Georg peels off the condom and you can’t take your eyes off him as he wraps his long fingers around his cock and begins to stroke himself. It only takes a few tugs before he’s gasping and murmuring your name and you have to moan along with him when you feel his warm cum spurting onto your stomach and chest. He maintains a firm grip as the rhythm of his hand varies, making sure he squeezes out every last drop for you.

He hangs his head in exhaustion for a beat and then takes in the sight of you: fucked out, chest heaving, painted in his release. You catch him staring and offer him a tired yet mischievous smile; he seems to pick up on your wavelength and smirks as he runs a finger through the substance on your breasts and brings it up to your lips for you to suck off.

“Jesus, baby,” he groans, shaking his head almost as if he can’t believe his eyes. “Don’t move.” He affectionately rubs your thigh a few times before he moves off the bed and ducks into the bathroom, returning seconds later with a wet washcloth. He climbs back next to you on the bed and presses a passionate kiss to your lips before he starts gently cleaning you up; it’s quiet for a few moments and the intimacy is not lost on either of you. You reach up and brush his hair from his eyes.

“Hey,” you start, fondly. He smiles much softer than he has all night. “Hey yourself,” he giggles. You pause and feel a bit of leftover boldness coursing through you, so you comment, “You seem like you’ve got something on your mind. ” Georg bites his lip and exhales deeply, clearly considering how to answer. He looks down, avoiding your eyes, and fusses over a mark on your hip that’s sure to form into a gnarly bruise by morning.

“Sorry if I got a little crazy tonight, I know I‘m usually better at checking in with you,” he muses. You sit up and squeeze his shoulder. You feel the urge to reassure him but you can tell he’s on the verge of opening up and you don’t want to derail him.

You’re trying to find the courage to prompt him further when he surprises you by admitting, “It just really fuckin’ got to me when I thought… “ he trails off, looking away again. “I got weirded out about those flowers and I shouldn’t have. And I’m sorry.” He tosses the washcloth onto the nightstand in exasperation. You give him a faint smile. “Geo, I told you —”“I know and I believe you but I just started thinking… and then I couldn’t stop,” he confesses quietly.

He stands up and pulls on a pair of shorts before busying himself by starting to tidy the bed. You excuse yourself to the bathroom. You figure he could use some time to process whatever it is he’s still trying to work out so you wash your face, brush your teeth and slip on a t-shirt of his you find discarded on the counter. You venture back into the bedroom and find him tossing the pillows back onto the bed after having changed the sheets. He still looks lost inside his thoughts and you yearn to ease his mind. You walk over and hug him from behind, burying your face into his back; he gives your arms an affectionate squeeze.

“I know we don’t really talk about this kind of thing but I feel like you should know I haven’t seen anybody else since we started talking,” you offer, your confession muffled with your face still pressed against his skin. “It hasn’t even been a conscious thing, I just… haven’t been interested, I guess.” Georg pulls you to his side and kisses the top of your head. “Thank you for telling me that,” he murmurs, rubbing your back.

You quickly come around and kneel on the bed in front of him so that you’re at his eye level and you wrap your arms around his neck. “And I liked everything that happened tonight; you know I would have told you otherwise,” you assert. He nods in acknowledgement so you continue, “I like hearing you tell me I’m your girl, I like when you make me feel like I’m yours… ”

You feel tempted to look away, to fidget with the necklace he’s wearing but you resist.

You look straight into his eyes, full of warmth and attentiveness, and state, “You know, I could be yours, if that’s something you decide you want.”

Georg only lets your words hang in the air for a split second before he wraps his arms around you tightly and kisses you slowly; it’s intense and passionate but not in the same over the top, cocky way that he kissed you back at your apartment.

This kiss is also trying to prove something but it’s a message meant only for you and he’s taking his time to make his point clear.

When your mouths finally separate, you take a deep breath and steady yourself on his arms. You open your eyes at him and grin.

“Was that your way of asking?”

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