Bitter | Bill Kaulitz

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"Why? You scared everyone is gonna see us?" Bill smiles down at me.

"I mean if you wanna flash your friends with my boobs at least let me do it..." I laugh and he just stares at me.

Silence.

"Oh stop don't be a baby I was just joking!" I push his shoulder as he stares at me like I had punched him, I should've.

"You wanna show them?" Bill pushes his tongue to the side of his mouth and points to Georg and Gustav at the pool.

"What— no, I was joking." I laugh since I was still drunk off my ass.

Bill picks me up, putting me over his shoulder and walks out to the pool.

My head is spinning, and me being upside down doesn't help at all.

"Billllll put me down please." I drag out the L in his name.

One second I'm over his shoulder and the next I'm wet.

Cold.

Water.

A fucking pool.

I slowly get myself above the water and look at Bill with my eyes squinted at him, angrily.

I see Bill slowly analyze me up and down then stop at my chest.

Since I wasn't wearing a bra and the pool was cold, you could definitely tell I wasn't wearing a bra.

I laugh a little out of embarrassment and cover my chest with my hands, the other two are just giggling to each other— obvious that they're also just as drunk as Bill.

"Oh no! What a shame you're all wet... guess I gotta help you get out of that." Bill pretends to have pity with me then walks me upstairs to his room.

I grabbed the last vodka bottle on my way up the stairs and Bill took it out of my hands, drinking it.

He gave me the bottle than I drank some.

We got to his bedroom and I'm soaked.

He raises his eyebrow at me and slowly helps me get the wet shirt off.

I was still nervous getting naked around him.

Always, just from how he makes me feel.

He looked me up and down before getting on his knees and removing my shorts along with my underwear.

He can't help but have a smug look on his face as I look down at him, he quickly stands up towering over me.

I purposefully back myself into a wall with him just so he can close the space between us.

My back hits the wall and one of his hands travel to the back of my head, lightly gripping my hair and pulling our faces together.

Kissing.

His warm lips and the taste of vodka going thru each others mouths had to be more intoxicating than drinking the actual thing.

He holds me with one hand as my back is still against the wall, in between kisses it gets hotter.

He moves from on the wall, to the ground.

Firmly putting my back onto the ground and biting my neck, kissing down my chest and stomach, kissing down my thighs—than biting them.

Bound to leave marks.

I hold my teeth together to endure the pleasuring pain his bites brought me, I hear him get quiet for a second then quickly inserting his length into me, making me scream out of pleasure and hurt.