So Fucking Good

So fucking good 🤌🏽

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𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒.. “shit- baby what if someone catches us”

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Bill Kaulitz x black fem reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut, p in v sex, blowjob, doggy style in the changing room, reader being literal feral for him, cock hungry , you guys could get caught, not proof read 🤧

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1188 words

𝐀/𝐍: A Bill Kaulitz smut 👏🏾 bye bill is such a cutie, managed to come up with this on the spot and write it in a day proud of myself 🫡

It was safe to say you had never been this turned on in your life.

Yes you had watched bill’s concerts with the band before but this particular concert had you wanting to be on your hands and knees and milking him completely dry.

He was wearing all black as usual but something just stood out to you, the way he sang like his life depended on it.. the copious amounts of sweat dripping down his forehead, the fact he had quickly flashed the crowd, showing his tone body to the audience something he had never done before.

It had you going completely feral.

When the band said their final goodbyes, he made his way back to his changing room, you were already there waiting for him.

“Oh shit- you scared me, how did you get here so fast” he says, putting a hand to his chest to indicate that you had really given him a jump.

“Oh nothing I just wanted to congratulate my boyfriend before he got back” you say, stalking your way towards him and wrapping your arms around his waist. He notices this and looks up into the mirror to see your eyes had darken from the usual colour as if you were being controlled by something.

“I know that look.. you know we can’t do it here” he says rubbing your hands before gently removing them from his waist. you look at him innocently, through the mirror and turn him around so that he was facing you and gently press soft kisses on his neck making sure to create reddish bruise’s all around.

“I don’t know what your talking about bill I’m just congratulating you on today’s performance” his breath jerks, eyeing you suspiciously as he rubs the sides of your waist.

“You’ve never congratulated me like this before, it’s just like any other concert what’s so special about this one”

You let out a sultry laugh as if he had asked a stupid question, “what’s so special…is that you looked so fucking sexy up on stage baby, I barley could contain myself” you say tracing the outline of his chest with your finger.

His eyes widen, watching you get on your knees and he begin’s to panick trying to push you off as you unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants along with his boxers. “Shit- baby what if someone catches us… you know how loud I get”

“Then you’ll just have to learn to shut up”

His cock hits the bottom of his abdomen, the tip leaking precum. you licked your lips in excitement going straight to work, swirling your tongue around the mushroom shaped tip before engulfing the entire length into your mouth.

He lets out a muffled moan as he brings his hands to his mouth, watching the door fearfully as your head bobs up and down his cock. You look up at him and grin, moaning as the oscillation’s went to his dick. “s-shit baby I didn’t know I turned you on this m-much” he whimpers, his eyes watering.

You were giving him the most toe curling head he had ever received and he was enjoying every last second of it. you were drooling all over his length as it dripped down your chin and onto the floor.

Bill was moaning so loud, that he could be heard from outside, that’s how you knew he was close. You bobbed your head at a faster rate and moaned briskly,

“shit..shit..shit”

bill let’s out a groan and comes down your throat. You don’t think he had cum this hard before, heedless amounts of cum going down your throat and you continued to suck him, until he was milked dry.

“fuckkkkkk” he wailed, falling onto the desk behind, you stood back up, licking the cum that was on your lips and fingers like ice cream.

You kiss him once more, letting him taste the saltiness of his cum that surrounded your mouth and showing your needyness and deprivation for him before pulling away the string of saliva connecting your lips, breaking.

“I want you right now bill please” you whine, giving him more kisses on his neck. He couldn’t resist you, especially if you were this needy and desperate for him.

“We have to be quick I have to meet up with the others in 10” he says, pulling you toward him and bending you over the desk. “How wet are you for me…hmm?”

“So wet for you bill” you say, grabbing his fingers and laying them against your wet cunt. His breath hitched, feeling the wetness coat his fingers and noticing that you were not wearing any panties, underneath the short plaited skirt.

“Just want it in me… please” you whine, putting your fingers to your clit and rubbing slowly.

He was so hard for you that he could feel the overwhelming pulses in his cock intensify, watching you play with yourself. “So fucking sexy”

He grabs your love handles and positions you, teasing your folds with his cock-head, tapping it ever so gently before easing himself into you. He heave’s, the tightness of your inviting warmth nearly making him spill into you, “Jesus- your so tight”

You moan, resting your head on the desk as he begins rocking his hips into you, the wetness of your pussy being so much that it felt like a strong vice tugging on his length, “oh-ssshit” you slur, feeling already cock drunk.

He began pounding into you, making your toes curl as it hit your g-spot every time. You’d moan ‘yes’s’ and ‘more’, the feeling of an orgasm trickling up, your hands gripping the table like your life depended on it, the vanity’s desk banging and shaking against the wall.

“Look at me baby…look how fucking beautiful you look”

Dazed, you look up and make eye contact with bill in the mirror, watching yourself get fucked like a common whore, in a dressing room knowing that anyone could come in and catch you both in the act.

He grabbed your throat and kissed up your ear, whispering praises and sweet nothings. Your walls tighten around his length and bill knew you were close,

“Come for me”

“nghhhh- coming” you wheeze, your vision going crossed eyed as you cum on his dick, slumping on the desk with a whimper. “Where do you want my cum baby…shit….tell me”

“In me… cum in me” he listens to you, shortly after coming inside of you with a loud moan, his load filling you up as most of it spilled out of your warmth, letting it drip down your thighs.

You felt bad for the person who was going to have to clean the room after your little escapade as they were going to be met with the displeasant surprise.

He takes short breaths, the high coming down as he pulled out and carried you over to the couch. You were far too gone to even react or say anything just resting your head on his chest, letting him play with your hair.

“I love you so fucking much” he confesses kissing your forehead,

“I love you too”

Btw I really love taehyung, D.O Kyungsoo, Chanyeol, and honestly a lot of other K-pop artists/idols. So there will be some of that content on my page as welll!!!

Hi Ash, I saw this on pinterest and thought of the new Nijiro story you're working on.

😍😍😍😍 you’re an angel 😭 I mean look at him and how perfect this isssssss. This picture alone just gave me soooo many ideas for the story

Submissive Nijiro M. x dominant reader(male or female. Picture whatever you prefer, it's your brain :p)REQUESTED⭐️

Genre: Smut, fluff

Summary: You’re leaving the mall with Nijiro when you just so happen to run into a coworker… Let’s just say Nijiro becomes a little jealous watching the questionably invasive and overly-touchy encounter.

“You like those?” you ask, a delighted smile on your face. “Grab em’. I’ll get them for you.”

Nijiro turns to you, raising his eyebrows in a way that questions whether you’re serious or not. You love his sweet little face to bits and pieces. “You mean it?”

You caress his cheek, smirking at his tiny shiver. “I wouldn’t say so if I didn't.”

It's a simple pair of jeans that he's eyeing (a $300 pair to be exact), but you don't mind it. The two of you each have your own money to buy whatever you'd like, but you love spoiling one another anyway, you more so than him. It brings you a great deal of satisfaction to spoil him rotten. When and if he's deserving of it, that is.

He kisses your lips, eyes beaming with appreciation. “Thanks, babe.”

Finishing up in the store, the two of you head for the exit doors of the mall, discussing the day you’ve shared.

“I love spending quality time like this with you,” he confesses, holding his hand in yours.

You inhale a clean breath of fresh air and nudge him fondly with your shoulder. “I love you, hun.”

He looks down at his feet, smiling shyly. His smile disappears instantly when your name is yelled, a tall and lanky male approaches you.

“I figured that was you,” he says, the pitch of his voice a little too excited for Nijiro’s comfort. He takes you into a tight embrace, hand easing despicably close to your lower back. “You look amazing, per usual.”

“Thank you, Lawrence,” you reply, showing credit for his compliment. “You as well. Nice seeing you outside of work.”

“Ah, yes. Same to you,” he reciprocates, awkwardly shoving a hand into his pocket. “How rude of me. Who might this be?”

“This is my other half, Nijiro,” you respond. “Nijiro meet Lawrence, my outstanding colleague.”

You can tell right away that Nijiro isn't very interested, but you know he isn't a rude person. “Nice meeting you, Lawrence,” he forces, his jaw tightening.

“You too, man,” he says, appearing to pick up on the tense atmosphere. “I’ll see you Monday, y/n.”

You nod with a closed-mouth smile, watching as he walks away through the mall doors.

“Come on, baby. Let's go,” you tell Nijiro, taking his hand back into yours.

He shimmies his hand from yours, stuffing them into the pockets of his hoodie. “My hands are kinda sweaty right now.”

You know his hands never get sweaty, but you pretend the gesture doesn't hurt your feelings, allowing him to have his space. “Okay, sweetheart.”

* * * * * *

Upon arrival at your gorgeous home, you and Nijiro take your shoes off at the door, placing them in their respective slots in the organizer.

“Are you okay, baby?” you ask him, watching as he pulls his hoodie over his head and hangs it up on the coat rack. “You seem a little upset.”

He shakes his head, sliding his feet into his slippers. “I’m alright, just a little sleepy.” His voice is dull and empty, hinting at more of an annoyed and dismissive attitude over a sleepy and crabby one.

“Oh okay. I’m going upstairs to take a shower,” you relay, eyes following his body as he bounces down onto the couch. “You can join me if you'd like. And then maybe afterward we can take a nap together?”

He turns the tv on, keeping his head facing forward. “I think I’ll just stay down here for now. I'll shower later on.”

Already hurt by the cold and curt behavior he's exhibiting, you start to become somewhat defensive. His outright meanness leaves a bad taste in your mouth. And you don't find that appropriate for your sweet boy; it isn't like him. You decide that if he continues, this cannot go unpunished.

“I love you,” you say from behind him, arms crossed over your chest as you wait for him to say it back.

“You too,” he replies, still refusing to face you when he speaks. He's determined to keep his focus on the tv show, prolonging his petty episode.

You cut your eyes at the back of his head, getting a full grasp on how far he's willing to take his disrespect and blunt insolence. He must be in the mood to be begging for forgiveness because, at the rate he's going, he's going to be down on his knees and at your feet in remorse.

“Hey,” you warn, wrapping your hand around his chin to pull his head back to face you. “I said that I love you. Don't take that lightly. Now say it right.”

He examines your face, discerning the features that make it up. He knows that you're not playing around with him now. “I'm sorry. I love you, too.”

You let his chin go after a few seconds, giving him the death-stare to make sure he understands.

He stands up from the sofa, coming over to stand in front of you. “I’m sorry,” he repeats. “I really am.” He opens his arms out in an attempt to hug you, but you take a neglectful step back. You keep your arms at your sides firmly, trying with all your might not to cave into his sad face.

“Aht-aht,” you reject, holding your stance. “And what is it that you’re sorry for, Nijiro?” You continue. Nijiro knows it isn’t that easy to redeem himself; not when he’s taken it this far.

He fiddles with his fingers, his face burning with embarrassment. “I was wrong. I was bratty and mean to you earlier, and I apologize. I was just jealous. I know it's silly, but I was.”

Your cheeks start to burn from how hard you're smiling. You can't help it, watching his shy mannerisms as he speaks. Nijiro can be obnoxious at times, but he isn't a bad person. Not in any sense of the word. You adore him crazily. It's impossible to stay upset at him.

You bring your hand up to his cheek, thumb skimming it with love. “Oh honey,” you exasperate. “You have nothing to be jealous of. No one can take me away from you. I'm yours and you're mine. Okay, my love?”

His eyes stay fixed on his feet. “Okay.”

Ducking your head down, you try to catch a glimpse of his face, but fail miserably. “Do you feel better, now?”

He raises suddenly, startling you. “Can I make a request?”

Your eyebrows crease curiously. “What is it, sweetheart?”

“No one hugs you like that,” he says, undertones of envy and disgust in his words. “No one but me. I didn’t appreciate him hugging you like that in front of me, behind me, across from me. Just don't let him do that to you.”

You bring a knuckle between your teeth, hiding your laugh. Ironically, you find him most adorable when he's upset. “Whatever you want, hun,” you reply, agreeing to his proposal. You ruffle his soft hair, sliding your hand down his back to pull him in for a hug.

“Forget a shower,” you start, patting his back tenderly. “I'm in the mood for a nice, warm bath, yeah?”

* * * * * *

In the bedroom, you undress Nijiro from head to toe. When finished, you throw his clothes into the hamper. You then remove your clothes and poke his cute butt as you both enter the bathroom.

You bend down into the porcelain tub, turning on more hot water than cold. A familiar feeling scratches your brain; an intuition. Nijiro is staring at your bare body from behind.

Just as soon as you turn around, your gaze is drawn to between his thighs. His dick is saying hello to you.

He blinks at you innocently, the nerves in his penis causing it to jerk up and down. “I couldn't help it.”

Using the pads of your fingers, you touch his shaft lightly. “It's alright, sweet boy. Let's get in the bath.”

You step in first, sliding your body down. You moan in relief as the steamy water covers you. “Come on.”

Nijiro steps in carefully, using the edges of the tub to squat down between your legs. He stretches out his skinny legs and leans his back against your chest.

When the water arrives at an amount you like, you squeeze Nijiro’s thigh to get his attention. “Turn the water off for me, hun.”

He nods, leaning forward to turn both knobs off. He returns to his comfortable position on you, his face content and relaxed.

You wrap your arms around his torso, tugging him against your chest. “Sweetheart?”

“Hm?” He purrs sleepily.

“You know that if there's anything you want, you can just ask me, right?” You mention, sensing that your sweet boy is in need of something.

“Yes, I know,” he answers.

You smile beside his ear, teeth grazing it. “Is there anything that you want from me now? Anything at all?”

He starts and stops a couple of times nervously. It isn't until you enclose his twiddling hands into yours securely that he refocuses and finds his voice.

“Can you touch me?” He finally asks.

A devilish smirk spreads across your lips. You put your hand out in front of him, suggesting he use it as a guide. “Show me where you'd like to be touched, my baby.”

His hand eases out the water to grab your wrist softly. He pushes it through the water, between his thighs. “Here, y/n.”

You palm his erect penis, feeling his body tense up. “And what do you say when you want someone to do something for you?”

He whimpers, lulling his head on your shoulder. “Please. Please touch me.”

Snaking your free hand around his throat, you use your occupied hand to rub him up and down passionately. You allow him to feel every gesture your hand makes, always leaving him fully satisfied.

You kiss his temple as you work him into your hand. He continues to moan and cry as if this is just what he needs.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?” You ask him, tightening your hold around his neck. You begin to stroke him more aggressively, using his noises as a signal to pick up speed. “Good boys deserve to cum. Are you a good boy? Have you been good to me?”

His hips thrust involuntarily, forcing you to go even faster. Your hand slams against his pelvis, subtly bruising the skin there.

“I’m a good boy, I promise,” he whines, eyes rolling up to flutter at you.

You audibly chuckle, slowing down the pace you're using. “Is that so? But you were bad today, right? You weren't properly punished for that, right?”

He struggles to hold himself together, his bottom lip quivering. “I know... I was a bad boy. But it was only because you're mine and no one else’s.”

Your strokes become lazy, snatching his release straight away from him. “Is that an excuse I hear? Shall I stop?”

“No! Don't! Please,” he says frantically, on the verge of tears. “It's not an excuse. I swear it's just the truth. Please.”

“Okay, baby,” you whisper soothingly. You decide you've tortured him enough, knowing prolonging it takes a toll on you. “I know you're a good boy.”

His uptight body melts back into you when you resume, picking back up right where you left off.

Nijiro is so close to coming that he starts speaking a slew of unintelligible words, mimicking gibberish.

“Don’t stop - oh my God.” He holds his mouth open without a sound, squeezing his eyes shut. When he releases, the heavy breathing, gasps, and whimpers return.

You watch him ejaculate into the water, spilling himself into it like a mini explosion. His dick twitches out remnants of cum.

You kiss him on the jaw, softly rubbing his tired head. “You must be sleepy, sweetheart. Let's hurry outta here so we can take that nap now.”

I don't even know what to say y'all. Submissive Nijiro is a treasury. Thank you sooo much for requesting this idea. This is pure gold. Alsoooo, I was going to include a choker/chain/collar kinda deal, like in the pic above, but I ended up getting a little carried away 😩 I’ll do something like that in the near future though.- Ash <3

I love that I’ve found someone who takes request for nijiro. Could you pretty please do a long time best friend nijiro falling in love and confessing to reader. Just some cute shy boy niji for the soul 🙏

Finally finished this! I’m so sorry if I made you wait long. I hope that it ends up being worth the wait, my love.

Nijiro Murakami x Reader

Summary: You invite Nijiro to your housewarming party when he asks you to step outside with him to talk.

“Nijiro,” you say, looking him up and down in the doorway. You sling an arm over his shoulders and pull him in for a heartfelt hug. “I’ve missed you.”

He brings his arms around you, exhaling himself into the hug. “I’ve missed you, too.”

You release from the embrace and shut the door, locking it. You turn to him smiling. “Um, grab a drink, have some food—do whatever you want. My home is your home. You know that.”

He nods frigidly, scanning the living room in front of him. You currenly have about a dozen people over; just a chill housewarming party. Buying your first home at such a young age is a big deal.

Nijiro walks over into the kitchen and grabs a beer, striking up a conversation with people already in there. Hm. That’s new. Nijiro, to your knowledge, doesn’t drink. And you know that man better than he knows himself. You watch him for a second in amazement. You’re overjoyed to see him like this after almost a year. Everything feels complete to you now.

His eyes glance over to your focused stare and your eyes widen a bit before smiling. He caught you being a little creep.

He shifts in his stance, leaning against the counter. You nod to yourself, leaving him to finish his conversation.

“Y/n, your house is gorgeous,” one of your college mates compliments. “If you need a landscaper in the near future, hit me up, okay?”

You ruffle their hair playfully. “Of course. Who else would I ask?”

While trying to steal another look at Nijiro, you realize how much of a negligent host you are.

“Fuck,” you curse, palming your forehead. You make your way through the clutter of bodies in your living room and enter the kitchen.

“Niji,” you call, grabbing his wrist lightly. “Let me formally introduce you to everyone.”

He looks from the people he was talking to and back to you. He whispers timidly, “You don’t have to do that.”

You dismiss him altogether and clear your throat powerfully. “Attention, please.”

The room goes quiet and everybody turns to you. Some of them make jokes or silly noises.

“This is my best friend since fourth grade. My heart, my soul, Nijiro Murakami,” you announce, kissing his cheek.

The room fills with applause and a few hoots here and there. You squeeze Nijiro’s hand and smile

He blushes and snickers, peering down at his feet like they’re the most interesting thing ever. “Thank you, everyone. Nice meeting you all.”

“Aw. He’s shy,” one of them says. “We don’t bite, Nijiro. It’s Y/n you gotta watch out for, shit.”

They laugh and you glare at them “Yeah, y’all would know, huh?”

Nijiro looks at you as you reply; a look of adoration. Still chuckling, you turn to face him. Your hand is still intertwined with his.

His palm gets a little damp and he pulls away, scratching the back of his neck. “Can I talk to you outside, y/n?”

Your smile drops, slightly worried. “Sure, Niji.”

You shut the door behind the two of you, stepping out onto the front porch. You must admit though, the anxiety dancing around in your stomach is making you queasy.

“What's going on, Niji?” you ask, your frantic mind already assuming the worst.

He fiddles around with his fingers, tugging on the sleeves of his sweater. You recognize this gesture all too well. He's nervous as fuck right now.

“Just promise me you won't freak out, okay?” he half asks half warns. Your stomach and chest tighten apprehensively. Is this why he was drinking? Is he this petrified about telling you whatever it is he's about to tell you?

“Niji. Stop it. You're scaring me,” you answer, shoving his shoulder. “Just say it. You know how much I hate it when people beat around the bush.”

He sighs and begins to rub his elbow, finding it hard to keep still.

“You know how you asked me a few weeks ago if I was seeing anyone yet?” he begins, recalling a previous conversation.

You nod once. “Yeah?”

“Well, I lied about my reason,” he resumes, locking eyes with you. “It's not because I haven't found a good person yet. I have. I'm just worried they won't like me back.”

You chuckle making a sad face. “Oh, babe. What's not to like? You're a sweetheart. A true gentleman, Niji.”

You inch closer to him and rub his arm soothingly. “Shoot your shot, love. I'm sure they're gonna be so happy that you did.”

He looks at you in a way you've never seen before. The look gives you a sensation he's never given you before. You take a step back. Shit, shit, shit. I’m so fucking dumb, you shout in your mind.

“Nijiro,” you say in a tone so hushed, it's barely audible.

He stares at you apologetically, the soft sun highlighting the side of his face. The glow from the sun paired with the heat of the moment is making your limbs weak.

“I'm sorry,” he apologizes, fumbling around with his fingers even more. “I can't help it. I don't see myself with anyone else, y/n. I love-”

“Wait,” you cut him off, holding onto the wooden handrail on your porch. “Hold on a minute. Ten minutes ago you were just my childhood best friend. So, my bad for needing a second.”

He looks away, eyes guilty and full of hurt. “I should have stayed quiet.”

You shut your eyes tight, relishing in the short but refreshing breeze that tickles your skin. The sound of the trees in the wind brings you back to the present.

“Niji,” you say, trying to gather yourself. “I'm not mad at you, okay? I just-”

His face is beet red from embarrassment as he looks anywhere but at you.

“I'm confused, taken aback, happy, and flattered right now,” you confess shaking your head as you speak. “Because... I feel the same way about you, Niji.”

His sad eyes widen at your words. “Y/n...”

You nod, standing just inches from his face now. “I've been scared of my feelings toward you for a while now. Especially since I haven't seen you in so long. I've been scared of all of it: you liking me back, you not liking me back...terrified of you not liking me at all anymore. All of it.”

His eyes get watery as he smiles. “You're beautiful, so damn beautiful.” his hand presses against your cheek, shaky and unsteady. He kisses you softly and you melt into the action. The kiss is the best one you've ever had. Not because of the technique or the depth of the kiss, etc. But because there's a mutual transaction of deep love and connection already established between you two.

You share an emotional hug and talk a bit more. The sun is starting to set.

“Hey,” you say, tapping under Nijiros chin. “How about I kick these idiots out and me and you just chill and eat the rest of that junk food in there?”

He smirks and nods in excitement. “That honestly sounds like heaven right about now.”

🥁 I'm baaaaaccckkk. - Ash <3

Kento is so sexy and sultry. Look at his hair bitch he looks so good