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Fic: World Behind My Wall, Tokio Hotel het, Georg/girlfriend, rated NC17
Happy New Year, everyone! :)
Title: World Behind My Wall
Genre: PWP
Pairing: Georg/girlfriend
Rating: NC17
Summary: Georg's girlfriend is waiting for him in the wings.
A/N: Set at the EMAs 2009.
The green room was unusually dim and strangely abandoned; Georg barely had time to notice anything else before she pounced. She must’ve been waiting by the door, impatiently confined to the backstage area for her own protection. Georg knew how much she disliked having to hide away like this even though she knew it came with the territory of dating a member of Tokio Hotel, and he could feel her spunkiness now in the way she clung to his back, her arms tight around his waist and her short pink nails digging into his flat stomach. His abs tightened under the light touch.
Giggling, she bit at his shoulder. “Hot show, rockstar.” Her voice hitched on the words in her urgency to breathe them across his skin. Her face rubbed against the back of his neck, and he felt the lingering heat of their fiery show and post-performance euphoria spark between them. Her soft body molded itself against his, pliant, perfect.
He laid one hand over the two that were folded across his stomach. “You liked it?”
“Hmm,” she purred. “I love watching you play.”
And he loved it when she played her game, Georg thought. Smiling, he bowed his head to look down at her pale hands in his. “Where’s our crew?”
“Out,” Janina breathed, “running errands.” Her lips were sticky on his skin with the shimmery gloss she was wearing, and tasted sweet as he turned in her embrace to haul her up against his chest.
“Convenient,” he growled before kissing her deeply, her laugh swallowed up by his demanding mouth on hers.
“Isn’t it,” she gasped out when he pulled back. Her hands were all over him, tracing the tight muscles of his chest through his thin t-shirt that was damp with sweat and clung to his skin. He tried to touch her in the same manner - fair was fair, after all - but she swatted his hands away, her fingers pulling at his shirt, pulling it up. She made a low, feral noise at the back of her throat as her fingertips slid over slick skin, circling his belly button before dipping lower along the thin line of hair that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans.
Georg groaned. Blindly, he reached behind him for the door handle and turned the key in the lock.
His girlfriend smiled at him, pleased, then, with a quick, light peck to his lips, she pulled away, out of reach, and crooked her finger at him.
“Minx,” he muttered, watching her hips sway as she moved back across the room towards one of the leather couches.
Her giggle echoed off the walls in the bare, dark room. “Come on,” she whispered. The back of her legs hit the couch and she curled up on it, folding her shapely legs underneath her. Georg watched, transfixed, as she reached up to shake out her long brown hair, drawn to her as if by an invisible magnet.
He stood before the couch, looking down at her perched on her knees before him. She was wearing some sort of shimmery, translucent little dress that felt slippery between his fingers as Georg leaned down to tug at the straps, tug it over her head. It slithered from his hand, forgotten, to pool on the floor by his feet, and when she shifted just so the sparse light gleamed on the satiny material of her bra and panties, dripped golden off her bare skin.
She was so fucking beautiful.
“You’re--” he began hoarsely, but then her fingers were curling around his belt buckle one by one, dipping into his jeans and he bit his lip to contain a helpless moan.
“Shh,” she made, tugging him forward, towards her, to make quick work of his belt and the buttons on his jeans. Cool air curled around his legs as she yanked them down his thighs and he groaned blissfully. His erection bulged his thin, tight shorts; even those felt confining, hot and bothersome against oversensitized skin as she rubbed her palm up and down the length of him, let it slide down to cup his balls.
“You were amazing tonight,” Janina whispered, her touch becoming firmer, more urgent, with each word that fell from her glossy lips.
“I haven’t even done anything yet,” Georg rasped, and she looked up to smile at him.
She licked her lips. “You’re always amazing,” she murmured, her lashes fluttering shyly against pale skin for a moment. A warm pink spot was spreading across each of her cheeks; Georg reached out to rub his thumb over it tenderly, and she cast her gaze up at him again, warm brown eyes meeting his. “That’s why I love you,” she said, and then she leaned in, yanked down his boxers in one swift, startling move that sent him stumbling forward, against her, and fit her hot lips perfectly around his hard cock.
All air left Georg’s lungs all at once in a high, undignified gasp. His hands fisted in her wavy hair, holding her steady for fear of coming right down her throat, right now, if she so much as moved an inch. He’d been half hard from the moment he’d stepped off stage, riding high on the excitement of the crowd and the still-foreign thrill of their new music, and knowing that Janina was waiting for him backstage had done the rest.
She wasn’t a fan, had never been a fan, but as it turned out, she was quite the groupie for Georg when he performed. He grinned down at her, breathless. He wanted to take her on tour with him; take her to see his world if he couldn’t quite live in hers anymore. He’d gotten lucky, he thought with a wild, hot rush of satisfaction, and then Janina swallowed around the tip of his cock and his mind was wiped blank of all coherent thought.
“Fuck,” he ground out, his hips thrusting forward as of their own accord.
“Mmm,” she made and swallowed again, enveloping him completely, and Georg watched his cock disappear inside her mouth as she bobbed her head. Her lips had left a pink circle of gloss around the base. He rubbed at it, finding it warm and sticky against his fingers, and caught her chin in his hand on another long downward stroke, tipping her head back further for the perfect angle.
She smiled around him, allowing a few more deep thrusts before pulling off him with a wet smack of her lips. Her hands replaced her mouth on his slippery flesh, sliding up and down at a rapid pace that Georg was sure he couldn’t stand for long.
It was his turn to bat away her hands playfully. Janina pouted up at him but he was above her in an instant, pushing her back into the cushions of the couch, his arms coming around her to find the clasp of her bra. He fumbled with it, swaying unsteadily on one foot that was still trapped inside his jeans, the other leg wedged up high between her thighs where he could feel the wetness seeping through her satin panties. Feeling how hot she was for him made him more clumsy, if that was possible, and Georg bit out a curse and simply yanked down the cups of her bra to expose her small, pert breasts.
Having a steady girlfriend was brilliant, he thought: she knew him, his quirks, and they only made her giggle fondly, didn’t kill the mood. One of her high heels clattered on the floor; she curled her foot into his jeans and pushed them down, off his legs, and Georg climbed on top of her on the couch, stopping only to tug down her panties that were still in the way. His fingers came away wet. Gently, he cupped the back of one knee in his large bassist’s palm and slid his hand up along the inside of her smooth thigh, raising goosebumps along the way. She was ticklish there, and he enjoyed her squirming breathlessly beneath him for a few moments before hooking his other hand underneath her leg and angling it over the back of the couch, spreading her open for a nice view.
“Oh,” she made, her head lolling back against the cushions as his fingers crept up along her slit and found the tight nub where she was most sensitive. He circled her clit with his thumb and watched her writhe on the couch, her hips bucking up against his hold when he slipped two fingers inside her, curling them to find her sweet spot. “Oh, oh, oh!”
It was too much. He wanted, he needed to be inside her. Never stopping the motion of his hand, Georg felt around the floor for his jeans which held his wallet which held a condom, but when he finally got a hold of the damn pants, he remembered they were his stage clothes and his wallet was god-knows-where. “Dammit.”
She looked up at him from shuttered eyes, lids heavy with smudged eyeliner and the daze of her arousal. “What is it?”
“Don’t have a condom,” he told her, scowling.
Janina smiled. Her legs wound around his hips, heels digging into his ass, nudging him forward. “It’s okay,” she panted softly. “I trust you. Go ahead, do it.”
Georg stared at her. They’d been together for almost a year, longer than he’d ever thought any woman would want to share his crazy life, but this was a first. He’d always been careful, he’d learned to be, with girls lining up at his hotel room door, but over the last few months, it’d had less to do with caution than respect for her. Now she was allowing him this, and he felt his chest expand with joyful giddiness.
He leaned down to take her in his arms, kissing her once, twice, softly, gently, and with one smooth stroke slid deeply inside her. His long hair fell over his shoulders, tickling her skin, and she arched her back to bring herself closer to him, her legs squeezing his hips on each thrust. Georg ground into her, rubbing up against her on each hard upward stroke to make her quiver and clench around him, greedy for more. Her hips rose up to meet his and he slammed into her again and again, his movements becoming rougher, more erratic, spurred on by her moans of pleasure.
He’d never been so close to anyone before, never allowed himself the near-overwhelming pleasure of it, and the feel of her around him, slick and hot and ready for him, finally put him over the edge. He shoved his hips forward one last time, feeling her convulse rhythmically around him, and came inside her in hot spurts, white lights flickering behind his eyelids.
He fell forward and burrowed his face in the crook of her neck. Her body was soft and warm beneath him, and her hands came up to gently caress his back as she hummed in his ear, her breath chasing shivers across his skin.
It took him a few minutes to gather his wits; Janina was humming the song they had performed that night, World Behind My Wall. She looked up at him in amusement when he lifted himself off her at last so as not to crush her. “Good?”
“You know it,” he grinned, leaning down to press a sloppy kiss to her lips. “Let’s go back to the hotel and I’ll make it good for you.”
“It was,” she smiled, but she didn’t seem opposed to the idea. “What about the after party?”
Georg shrugged. “They can’t keep me longer than five minutes. I’ll give you a head start.” He breathed another kiss against her chin, one to her neck, and another to her breastbone. “I got us the suite with the hot tub.”
“Good thinking,” she giggled, back arching as he sucked lazily on one of her nipples. “Oh, fuck, you’re hot.”
“You’re hotter,” he smirked, nudging her nipple once more with the tip of his tongue. “Thank you,” he breathed across her skin. Her heart thudded gently under his ear as he laid his cheek against her breast for a moment.
“For what?” she asked softly, stroking back his hair from his damp brow.
His heart was too full; he could spend a lifetime trying to tell her how he felt, and he would, gladly. “Everything,” he said. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she murmured. She laid her hand on his bare chest, over his heart. “Thank you. For letting me in.”
Georg wiggled his hips a little. “Oh, likewise,” he quipped and she laughed, her head thrown back against the cushions, the long line of her throat exposed, just begging to be kissed. He traced her fluttering pulse up to her jaw with his tongue, savoring the taste of her.
He couldn’t imagine that he’d ever get enough of this.
“Okay now, rockstar,” she gasped, pushing him off her with her knees before he could get too into it again. “Go to your party, I’ll wait for you at the hotel.”
Georg didn’t particularly feel like partying, not when he could be with a beautiful woman and especially not when he knew Tom would doubtlessly fit a good ribbing into the five minutes that Georg was obligated to stay for the mandatory pictures and autographs. “I’ll make it quick,” he promised.
“Not too quick, you’ll fall and break your neck,” she teased, picking up her dress off the floor and shaking it out before pulling it over her head. She looked nicely disheveled now, Georg thought, smirking. He couldn’t wait to strip that dress off her again.
Before he got carried away again by the thought, Georg quickly pulled up his jeans. “Half an hour. Unless you want to come?”
“Not tonight. Someday, okay?” With a kiss and a smile, Janina slipped out of his grasp. “I’ll be waiting.”
It was a promise to cherish; and whatever else was meant to be would happen in its own time, Georg was sure. For now, life was good.
Title: World Behind My Wall
Genre: PWP
Pairing: Georg/girlfriend
Rating: NC17
Summary: Georg's girlfriend is waiting for him in the wings.
A/N: Set at the EMAs 2009.
The green room was unusually dim and strangely abandoned; Georg barely had time to notice anything else before she pounced. She must’ve been waiting by the door, impatiently confined to the backstage area for her own protection. Georg knew how much she disliked having to hide away like this even though she knew it came with the territory of dating a member of Tokio Hotel, and he could feel her spunkiness now in the way she clung to his back, her arms tight around his waist and her short pink nails digging into his flat stomach. His abs tightened under the light touch.
Giggling, she bit at his shoulder. “Hot show, rockstar.” Her voice hitched on the words in her urgency to breathe them across his skin. Her face rubbed against the back of his neck, and he felt the lingering heat of their fiery show and post-performance euphoria spark between them. Her soft body molded itself against his, pliant, perfect.
He laid one hand over the two that were folded across his stomach. “You liked it?”
“Hmm,” she purred. “I love watching you play.”
And he loved it when she played her game, Georg thought. Smiling, he bowed his head to look down at her pale hands in his. “Where’s our crew?”
“Out,” Janina breathed, “running errands.” Her lips were sticky on his skin with the shimmery gloss she was wearing, and tasted sweet as he turned in her embrace to haul her up against his chest.
“Convenient,” he growled before kissing her deeply, her laugh swallowed up by his demanding mouth on hers.
“Isn’t it,” she gasped out when he pulled back. Her hands were all over him, tracing the tight muscles of his chest through his thin t-shirt that was damp with sweat and clung to his skin. He tried to touch her in the same manner - fair was fair, after all - but she swatted his hands away, her fingers pulling at his shirt, pulling it up. She made a low, feral noise at the back of her throat as her fingertips slid over slick skin, circling his belly button before dipping lower along the thin line of hair that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans.
Georg groaned. Blindly, he reached behind him for the door handle and turned the key in the lock.
His girlfriend smiled at him, pleased, then, with a quick, light peck to his lips, she pulled away, out of reach, and crooked her finger at him.
“Minx,” he muttered, watching her hips sway as she moved back across the room towards one of the leather couches.
Her giggle echoed off the walls in the bare, dark room. “Come on,” she whispered. The back of her legs hit the couch and she curled up on it, folding her shapely legs underneath her. Georg watched, transfixed, as she reached up to shake out her long brown hair, drawn to her as if by an invisible magnet.
He stood before the couch, looking down at her perched on her knees before him. She was wearing some sort of shimmery, translucent little dress that felt slippery between his fingers as Georg leaned down to tug at the straps, tug it over her head. It slithered from his hand, forgotten, to pool on the floor by his feet, and when she shifted just so the sparse light gleamed on the satiny material of her bra and panties, dripped golden off her bare skin.
She was so fucking beautiful.
“You’re--” he began hoarsely, but then her fingers were curling around his belt buckle one by one, dipping into his jeans and he bit his lip to contain a helpless moan.
“Shh,” she made, tugging him forward, towards her, to make quick work of his belt and the buttons on his jeans. Cool air curled around his legs as she yanked them down his thighs and he groaned blissfully. His erection bulged his thin, tight shorts; even those felt confining, hot and bothersome against oversensitized skin as she rubbed her palm up and down the length of him, let it slide down to cup his balls.
“You were amazing tonight,” Janina whispered, her touch becoming firmer, more urgent, with each word that fell from her glossy lips.
“I haven’t even done anything yet,” Georg rasped, and she looked up to smile at him.
She licked her lips. “You’re always amazing,” she murmured, her lashes fluttering shyly against pale skin for a moment. A warm pink spot was spreading across each of her cheeks; Georg reached out to rub his thumb over it tenderly, and she cast her gaze up at him again, warm brown eyes meeting his. “That’s why I love you,” she said, and then she leaned in, yanked down his boxers in one swift, startling move that sent him stumbling forward, against her, and fit her hot lips perfectly around his hard cock.
All air left Georg’s lungs all at once in a high, undignified gasp. His hands fisted in her wavy hair, holding her steady for fear of coming right down her throat, right now, if she so much as moved an inch. He’d been half hard from the moment he’d stepped off stage, riding high on the excitement of the crowd and the still-foreign thrill of their new music, and knowing that Janina was waiting for him backstage had done the rest.
She wasn’t a fan, had never been a fan, but as it turned out, she was quite the groupie for Georg when he performed. He grinned down at her, breathless. He wanted to take her on tour with him; take her to see his world if he couldn’t quite live in hers anymore. He’d gotten lucky, he thought with a wild, hot rush of satisfaction, and then Janina swallowed around the tip of his cock and his mind was wiped blank of all coherent thought.
“Fuck,” he ground out, his hips thrusting forward as of their own accord.
“Mmm,” she made and swallowed again, enveloping him completely, and Georg watched his cock disappear inside her mouth as she bobbed her head. Her lips had left a pink circle of gloss around the base. He rubbed at it, finding it warm and sticky against his fingers, and caught her chin in his hand on another long downward stroke, tipping her head back further for the perfect angle.
She smiled around him, allowing a few more deep thrusts before pulling off him with a wet smack of her lips. Her hands replaced her mouth on his slippery flesh, sliding up and down at a rapid pace that Georg was sure he couldn’t stand for long.
It was his turn to bat away her hands playfully. Janina pouted up at him but he was above her in an instant, pushing her back into the cushions of the couch, his arms coming around her to find the clasp of her bra. He fumbled with it, swaying unsteadily on one foot that was still trapped inside his jeans, the other leg wedged up high between her thighs where he could feel the wetness seeping through her satin panties. Feeling how hot she was for him made him more clumsy, if that was possible, and Georg bit out a curse and simply yanked down the cups of her bra to expose her small, pert breasts.
Having a steady girlfriend was brilliant, he thought: she knew him, his quirks, and they only made her giggle fondly, didn’t kill the mood. One of her high heels clattered on the floor; she curled her foot into his jeans and pushed them down, off his legs, and Georg climbed on top of her on the couch, stopping only to tug down her panties that were still in the way. His fingers came away wet. Gently, he cupped the back of one knee in his large bassist’s palm and slid his hand up along the inside of her smooth thigh, raising goosebumps along the way. She was ticklish there, and he enjoyed her squirming breathlessly beneath him for a few moments before hooking his other hand underneath her leg and angling it over the back of the couch, spreading her open for a nice view.
“Oh,” she made, her head lolling back against the cushions as his fingers crept up along her slit and found the tight nub where she was most sensitive. He circled her clit with his thumb and watched her writhe on the couch, her hips bucking up against his hold when he slipped two fingers inside her, curling them to find her sweet spot. “Oh, oh, oh!”
It was too much. He wanted, he needed to be inside her. Never stopping the motion of his hand, Georg felt around the floor for his jeans which held his wallet which held a condom, but when he finally got a hold of the damn pants, he remembered they were his stage clothes and his wallet was god-knows-where. “Dammit.”
She looked up at him from shuttered eyes, lids heavy with smudged eyeliner and the daze of her arousal. “What is it?”
“Don’t have a condom,” he told her, scowling.
Janina smiled. Her legs wound around his hips, heels digging into his ass, nudging him forward. “It’s okay,” she panted softly. “I trust you. Go ahead, do it.”
Georg stared at her. They’d been together for almost a year, longer than he’d ever thought any woman would want to share his crazy life, but this was a first. He’d always been careful, he’d learned to be, with girls lining up at his hotel room door, but over the last few months, it’d had less to do with caution than respect for her. Now she was allowing him this, and he felt his chest expand with joyful giddiness.
He leaned down to take her in his arms, kissing her once, twice, softly, gently, and with one smooth stroke slid deeply inside her. His long hair fell over his shoulders, tickling her skin, and she arched her back to bring herself closer to him, her legs squeezing his hips on each thrust. Georg ground into her, rubbing up against her on each hard upward stroke to make her quiver and clench around him, greedy for more. Her hips rose up to meet his and he slammed into her again and again, his movements becoming rougher, more erratic, spurred on by her moans of pleasure.
He’d never been so close to anyone before, never allowed himself the near-overwhelming pleasure of it, and the feel of her around him, slick and hot and ready for him, finally put him over the edge. He shoved his hips forward one last time, feeling her convulse rhythmically around him, and came inside her in hot spurts, white lights flickering behind his eyelids.
He fell forward and burrowed his face in the crook of her neck. Her body was soft and warm beneath him, and her hands came up to gently caress his back as she hummed in his ear, her breath chasing shivers across his skin.
It took him a few minutes to gather his wits; Janina was humming the song they had performed that night, World Behind My Wall. She looked up at him in amusement when he lifted himself off her at last so as not to crush her. “Good?”
“You know it,” he grinned, leaning down to press a sloppy kiss to her lips. “Let’s go back to the hotel and I’ll make it good for you.”
“It was,” she smiled, but she didn’t seem opposed to the idea. “What about the after party?”
Georg shrugged. “They can’t keep me longer than five minutes. I’ll give you a head start.” He breathed another kiss against her chin, one to her neck, and another to her breastbone. “I got us the suite with the hot tub.”
“Good thinking,” she giggled, back arching as he sucked lazily on one of her nipples. “Oh, fuck, you’re hot.”
“You’re hotter,” he smirked, nudging her nipple once more with the tip of his tongue. “Thank you,” he breathed across her skin. Her heart thudded gently under his ear as he laid his cheek against her breast for a moment.
“For what?” she asked softly, stroking back his hair from his damp brow.
His heart was too full; he could spend a lifetime trying to tell her how he felt, and he would, gladly. “Everything,” he said. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she murmured. She laid her hand on his bare chest, over his heart. “Thank you. For letting me in.”
Georg wiggled his hips a little. “Oh, likewise,” he quipped and she laughed, her head thrown back against the cushions, the long line of her throat exposed, just begging to be kissed. He traced her fluttering pulse up to her jaw with his tongue, savoring the taste of her.
He couldn’t imagine that he’d ever get enough of this.
“Okay now, rockstar,” she gasped, pushing him off her with her knees before he could get too into it again. “Go to your party, I’ll wait for you at the hotel.”
Georg didn’t particularly feel like partying, not when he could be with a beautiful woman and especially not when he knew Tom would doubtlessly fit a good ribbing into the five minutes that Georg was obligated to stay for the mandatory pictures and autographs. “I’ll make it quick,” he promised.
“Not too quick, you’ll fall and break your neck,” she teased, picking up her dress off the floor and shaking it out before pulling it over her head. She looked nicely disheveled now, Georg thought, smirking. He couldn’t wait to strip that dress off her again.
Before he got carried away again by the thought, Georg quickly pulled up his jeans. “Half an hour. Unless you want to come?”
“Not tonight. Someday, okay?” With a kiss and a smile, Janina slipped out of his grasp. “I’ll be waiting.”
It was a promise to cherish; and whatever else was meant to be would happen in its own time, Georg was sure. For now, life was good.