Twisted love.|| BILL KAULITZ

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.

-00:12am-
I yawned deeply, watching the show playing on the television, cuddled into the soft sheets. My eyes peered up, a notification coming through from my phone, sliding it off of the side table. I raised my eyebrow seeing a message from bill.

                                            Bill

-00:13am-
"Are you awake?"
                                                                                -00:13am-
                                                                            "yeah, why?"
-00:14am-
"Can you come up to my room,
I need your help"
                                                                                -00:14am-
                                     "Shouldn't you be asking Lauren."
-00:14am-
"She's gone, please."
                                                                                -00:15am-
                                                          "Bill it's late. I'm tired"
-00:15am-
"I need you y/n."
                                                                                -00:16am-
                                         "Fine. This better not be a joke."
                                       —————-

I rolled my eyes, throwing my phone down as I got up, grabbing a beige jumper from my drawers. I slipped on some loose shoes before heading out, cupping my arms into my chest tightly, the bitter wind blowing in from the windows. I tapped the elevator button, awaiting patiently as it came up to my stop. I rushed inside, still completely confused. He better not be joking, I bet it's Lauren's doing. However if he really needs my help then I wouldn't reject him, I still care for him.

I strolled over to his room, knocking on the hard wooden door, my lips pushed up. The door unlocked with a click, a drowsy bill staring down at me, his hand pulling me inside.

"What's wrong?" I sighed, looking around at the messy room.

"I ended it with Lauren." He whispered, following behind me.

I plopped down on the edge of the bed, staring at the broken glass on the floor.

"So why did you need me here?" I huffed.

"Because I ended it for you, I still want you." He pleaded, kneeling down.

"Bill." I muttered.

He kneeled in front of me, placing a soft kiss on my hand, his messy hair bouncing off of his shoulders.

"I know I hurt you but please give me one more chance, I promise I won't hurt you again." He pouted, pushing my hair behind my ear.

"I don't know if I can trust you anymore" I mumbled, meeting his soft gaze.

"We can work through this, I know we can" he continued, caressing my cheek.

My eyes scanned his features, his essence making me struggle. I parted my lips to speak again but bill slammed his into mine, trailing his thumb underneath my chin. The lingering taste of vodka on his tongue, my hands hesitantly holding his strong face as he pushed me backwards. He lay me flat on the bed, laying in between my thighs, his warmth colliding with mine immediately. He used his free hand to explore my clothed body, his nails scratching against the cloth. I gripped at his long hair, my other hand pressing into his warm chest, his heartbeat racing as he moved his kisses to my tender neck.

My breathing slowed down, his hot lips sinking into my skin, his hands pulling at my silk pj dress.

"bill. I don't know about this" I hummed, biting my lip.

"Trust me." He whispered, slowly removing my clothes.

I squinted my eyes shut, hating myself for wanting him, craving him so badly. He discarded my clothes onto the floor, kissing down my body until he reached my pantie line, teasingly running his finger under the fabric. I pressed my legs into his sides, my breathing hitched as he ripped the cotton, throwing the ripped panties onto the ground before kissing my clit slowly. I let out a muffled moan, digging my feet into the sheets below, his nails pressing into my hips.

He carefully pressed his tongue along my folds, the metal from his tongue piercing tickling me. I burrowed my head into the blanket, covering my mouth as he pushed his long fingers against my entrance. I could feel him smiling, his hair intertwined within my fingers. He soon pushed two fingers inside, carefully curling them as he continued to tease my clit.

I tugged at his shirt, wanting him badly. His eyes looked up at me, my weak legs laying by his side as he stood up, slowly unbuckling his belt. He stripped off completely before crawling on top of me, pinning my hands above my head, meeting my lips again. His tip pressed against my entrance, tasting myself on his tongue as it explored my wet mouth. He utilised his free hand to push himself inside, slamming his full length into me. I winced lowly, a groan escaping his parted lips. He hovered over me, keeping eye contact as he thrusted harshly, moving one hand to my throat.

He gripped at the marked skin, pushing his thumb into my sloppy mouth, tasting his cheap nail polish. He bit his lip at the sight, picking up speed, his hips bucking into mine aggressively.

———————-
I lay besides him, watching smoke leave his mouth as he sucked on a cigarette. The room filled with its scent, almost enough to make me cough. His arm wrapped around me, caressing my waist.

"Did you mean it?" I asked, gazing up at him.

"of course I did, I only want you. No more games" he assured, putting out his dead cig.

He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, my hand rubbing along his predominant collarbone.

"So where did Lauren go?" I hummed, tilting my head.

"I'll show you" he grinned, getting up.

I raised my eyebrow, using the sheet to cover my naked body as he held my hand. He led me to the bathroom, unlocking the jammed door. My eyes widened, my mouth dropping, the overwhelming smell making me gag. I stared down at my feet, drenched in thick red blood. My grip left Bill's, cupping my open mouth, Lauren's butchered body laying in the stained bathtub. Her face unrecognisable, small flies standing on her stomach.

"W-what did you do.?" I gasped, my eyes tearing up.

"I did it for you my love" he pouted, holding my face..