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Love Me - T.K

BACKGROUND ~ Tom and Y/N have been together for multiple years, although Tom had a playboy persona, he was truthfully very loyal and loving to his partners. Y/N never doubted Tom’s loyalty, not even once. Until one day while he was on tour, her trust shattered.

a/n ~ this is not my usual story, but trust ima cook don’t even WORRY. unfortunately im a slut for some angst to smut 💔💔 (NOT PROOFREAD)

CONTENT & WARNINGS ~ smut, fluff, angst, p in v (missionary), cheating, rumors

“Rumor has it: Tom Kaulitz has a new fling, petite blonde woman, Chantelle Paige.” The news article reads, my eyes scanning desperately over the computer screen in hopes it’s a joke. My heart is pounding in my throat, my vision blurring until I can’t see. ‘I’m being pranked’ I repeat in my mind over and over to convince myself this isn’t true.

My hand shakily reaches for my smartphone, dialing Tom’s number as a choked sob escapes from my trembling lips. A beep, and immediately straight to voicemail. I dial again, telling myself his phone’s just off. Once again, his voice rings in my ear telling me to leave a message. Nothing tells me he isn’t cheating, nothing to defend his actions.

The photos of them in the car laughing replay in my mind, and I shut the laptop anxiously. I fall back on my bed, finally letting the tears spill freely down my cheeks and silk pillows. The place that used to feel like home, feels unusually foreign to my tense body. The one thing to comfort and calm me, not only across the world, but talking to other women like there’s no issue.

I need to sleep. To sleep away this miserable gut-wrenching feeling that feels inevitable. I stand up and get rid of any light that threatens to disturb my already overly sensitive retinas. I slip off my shorts, replacing them with my silk Victoria’s Secret pajama shorts to match my pajama top. I put my hair into two loose braids on either side of my head, a comfortable hairstyle for hopeful relaxation.

My room is now pitch black, the one that was recently shared with the love of my life. I fall into my plush bed, my eyes fluttering shut in exhaustion. Although my body is uncomfortably stiff, I still find comfort in my bed. I finally fall asleep, the pain intertwined between each of my heartstrings resting with the rest of my body.

~ TIME SKIP 4 HOURS ~

As I sleep the pain away, I’m blissfully unaware of the fact that the band came back early. Tom isn’t supposed to come home for another week or so, but their concert got canceled so he wanted to surprise me. He quietly walks in the front door, noticing the dark atmosphere of the whole building. He stays silent, setting his suitcases down and taking his shoes off.

Usually, he would call out for me and shower me with attention. But since it’s obvious I’m asleep and he’s home early, he decides to stay quiet and look for me. A small smile stays faint on his full lips as he navigates the dark house, searching each corner for me. He reaches the bedroom door and knocks as softly as possible, not wanting to disturb me if I was busy or asleep.

I stay deep in slumber, my limbs and facial features twitching in the pitch black of the night. After only silence meets Tom’s ears, he decides to open the door; his sleepy gaze meeting my sleeping form. I seem rather peaceful to the outside view, but the pain in my chest intensifies. He walks over to the bed, sitting down on the edge to avoid waking me. He reaches out and rubs my shoulder ever so slightly, his eyes feeling impossible to tear away from my body.

Being a light sleeper, I awaken from his touch in a startled motion, pulling away. I blink slowly, trying to adjust my eyes in the dark to see the strange shadow sat right beside me. “Hi beautiful…” The voice whispers, it sounds similar but my brain can’t seem to figure out who it belongs to. After leaning in some more to see better, I finally realize Tom is here. My heart wants to reach out and latch onto him, to cry and beg for answers to why he cheated; but my brain and body refuse. I stay still, staring at his face, the familiar blur in my eyes coming back.

“Why?” Is all I manage to croak out, my voice hoarse and weak, something neither of us expect. He doesn’t reply, and in those 5 seconds of silence my brain is convinced he wants to separate and never see me again. He turns and flicks on the soft bedside light, looking into my eyes once more. “What? What’s wrong baby? Please talk to me…” He says, reaching out and gently pulling me to his chest in which I immediately break into broken sobs which I shamefully can’t stop from escaping.

“Why did you cheat… I never- never expected you to do this to me a-after everything.” I continue to cry uncontrollably, my fist softly hitting his arm. I want to hit him harder, to show him how much this hurts me, but my heart constricts me from any strength. “What?..” He simply replies, utterly lost and confused. “I would never cheat on you, where did you hear that?” He asks, pulling back to look into my eyes. Something suddenly clicks in his features and his eyes shift to less emotion than I’ve ever seen.

“Fuck… listen to me, baby. That meant absolutely nothing. I was drunk, she told me you came to visit and we were surprising you. I didn’t lay a finger on her, she tried to kiss me but I pushed away and I guess that was taken out of context.” He begins to ramble, his hands gripping mine and rubbing the knuckles with his thumbs. He kisses my cheeks and eyes, trying his best to calm me without accidentally making himself look guilty. “I would never in a million years cheat on you. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more, I couldn’t imagine throwing that away for some random bimbo for a night.” He whispers against my skin, kissing me in between every few words as if he’s sealing them into each of my pores.

He always knew how to make me feel better, even when I was sure I wouldn’t budge. But this time, his words and actions feel like clouds against my burning skin. His love soothing my frayed nerves almost instantly. “Please, let me make it up to you…” He begs, moving his head down to my neck and leaving soft kissed and gentle love bites down the curve from my ear to my collarbone.

I don’t reply, unable to get any real response out; so I nod softly, hoping he notices. He smiles against my neck, his hands moving to my hips to lift me onto his lap. His motions and slow pace show he isn’t doing this with lustful intent, but to show his love for me in every way possible. While his lips and tongue continue to caress my skin, his hands slide off my pajama top and shorts. I’m now in a pair of light pink underwear, otherwise completely bare on top of his fully clothed body.

“You’re beautiful…” He mumbles, pulling back to look at me. His eyes roam over my face and my body, the intensity feels like he’s looking into my soul. Before I get the chance to respond, he leans in again to kiss my lips, his eyes fluttering shut once more. His tongue slides between my lips, caressing mine with intensity. As I sit on his lap, my knees on either side of his hips, he begins to move my hips back and forth in a grinding motion. He moans into my mouth, his hips bucking up slightly before he stops himself.

He lifts me up, laying me on my back and getting up from the bed to take his own clothes off. Once he’s in just his boxers, a large bulge is prominent in the front of them looking right at me. He smiles softly at me, pulling them down without breaking eye contact. Although his eyes never leave my face, mine slowly pan down his tan body. Without words, he looks down at my panties and basically tells me without words to take them off.

I quickly slide them down my legs, kicking them off somewhere on the floor by the bed. He approaches the bed again, crawling on top of me. His lips immediately latch onto my neck, kissing and sucking as his erect cock brushes against my lower belly as his body moves. His body slowly moves down mine, lips never leaving my skin for even a moment. Kisses are placed everywhere: my lips, cheeks, neck, breasts, stomach, hips, thighs.

Once covering each inch of my body with kisses, he comes back up to my face with a small grin. He leans in and kisses my lips, slowly sliding inside of me with as much care and affection as possible. It’s a bit difficult to adjust to his size, but with his slow pace and deep thrusts, it’s easier than usual. “You’re so beautiful.” He declares against my lips in a soft moan as his hips slowly move back and forth.

Tom has never been a very vocal person during intimacy, so him moaning turns me on more than I would’ve anticipated. My hands law awkwardly by my sides, softly gripping the comforting beneath our conjoined bodies. Although this act is already intimate enough, it feels like I could be closer to him; physically and emotionally. My hands hesitate as they move up, wrapping around his neck as our lips meet again in the softest kiss imaginable.

After a few more thrusts, his movements falter and he slows down tremendously. “F-fuck…” He whimpers against my neck, slowly pushing forward until his cock is fully emerged inside me. He pulls his head up for a moment, and just the view alone arouses me even further. His eyes are closed, his mouth propped open, sweat dripping from his forehead. He never shows the true pleasure he feels during sex, so finally getting to see this side of him feels rewarding.

“I’m gonna- cum.” He slurs his words, eyes forcing themselves open to look me in the eye. “Cum with me, beautiful.” He groans, thrusting again, “Please…” He whispers in a pleading tone. His cock begins twitching rapidly, matching the pulse that surrounds it. The second I feel his cum spirt up inside of me, it triggers my orgasm immediately. My hips jerk forward as the pleasure courses through my veins, taking his semi-hard erection even deeper into me. His head falls limp into the crook of my neck as he presses soft, sloppy kisses on the skin.

He presses a kiss on my lips before emerging from the bed, going to the bathroom and returning with a damp washcloth. “Open your legs.” He says softly, and I quickly oblige. He crawls between my thighs and slowly presses the warmth against my skin, cleaning up our mixed sweat and other liquids. “I’m sorry…” He begins, still keeping his touch light as he wiped away the remnants of our coupling. “For not reaching out as much as either of us wanted,” He continues in the softest voice I’ve ever heard from him, “…for not stopping the rumors sooner. You know I love you more than anything, right?”

“I love you too, I’m sorry for overreacting.” I reply shamefully, my eyes looking anywhere but at him. His large hand takes my chin and turns my head back to him, “Don’t apologize, you did nothing wrong.” He says finally, before sealing his words with a kiss.

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Just Rest - T.K

BACKGROUND ~ Tom and Y/N are high school sweethearts, she comes with the whole band for every tour and vacation because Tom is so madly in love with her and has horrible separation anxiety. Before their first concert of the tour, Tom gets a fever. He’s stubborn, but Y/N desperately wants him to rest.

a/n ~ this is my first fluff story, it’s definitely not my best work.. if anyone has recs on how i can improve PLS lmk!! sorry this is so short i dont really know what else i can add without it getting boring😭😭

CONTENT ~ fluff, cuddling, kissing, taking pills, vomiting, thats all i think?

“Tom, what’s wrong?” I ask Tom softly, sitting down next to him on the plush couch against the wall in their dressing room. His eyelids are hooded, breathing labored, and his cheeks are flushed a soft pink. When he doesn’t respond, I press the back of my hand against his forehead, extreme warmth meeting my skin.

“You’re burning up…” I mumble, my hand moving down his soft skin to cup his cheek. I look up at Bill who’s fixing his hair and pep talking himself in the mirror. I catch his eyes in the reflection, my eyebrows furrowed in worry. “What’s up?” He asks me, turning fully to look at me in the eyes. “Tom’s sick.” I reply with a frown, my thumb still rubbing his cheek subconsciously.

Bill’s eyes flicker to Tom’s face in the mirror before he turns around and approaches the couch. “Scheiße..” He whispers, eyes frantically searching Tom’s face. Nervous silence settles in the large room, and Bill walks off to grab medicine so hopefully Tom can feel better before they go on stage.

He comes back with a handful of colorful pills, as-well as a glass of water. Tom takes it with a shaky hand, gulping down the pills. His lips are shining with the liquid, his tongue flicking out to collect the small drop on his lower lip. Bill takes the glass and walks off, leaving Tom and me alone once again. “I really don’t think you should be performing while you’re so sick…” I say in a pleading tone, my hand rubbing his knee.

“No, it’s- it’s fine…” He finally replies, my chest tightening at the weakness in his voice. As I open my mouth to speak again, the band’s manager comes in, letting Tom know he has 5 minutes until the show starts. He silently stands up, grabbing his guitar and putting the strap over his shoulder. I stand up shortly after, and he does something I don’t expect. He turns to face me and engulfs me in a warm loving hug. His arms are wrapped tightly around my waist, his face buried desperately in the crook of my neck as if afraid I would disappear.

My arms wrap around him and he presses soft kisses on my collarbone, although his lips feel overly warm. After what only feels like less than a second, it’s time for him to go on stage. I frown, following quickly behind him as he navigates the backstage to find the rest of the band. The crowd chants ‘We want Tokio Hotel’ as they get their earpieces put in properly as well as Tom and Georg’s instruments corrected.

~ TIME SKIP AFTER SHOW ~

I stay watching the show from the side-stage, my eyes never leaving Tom’s figure. Once their final song finishes and they do their bows, they leave the stage. Tom is the last person to return backstage; his eyes more hooded than before the concert, and his cheeks burning like fresh fire. Everyone settles down in their dressing room, Tom laying on the couch weakly. I quietly walk over to the couch, sitting down beside him with a sympathetic frown.

When he notices the person beside him is me, he sits up and immediately cuddles my side. “Can we please go to sleep…” He begs me softly, his eyes barely open at this point. Bill booked a hotel prior this morning, which Tom and I shared a room. I nod, looking up at Bill, Gustav, and Georg who are having casual conversation. “Hey guys? Can we go back to the hotel? Tom needs to rest.” I ask them, and they all nod and get ready to leave. We say our farewells to their managers and assistants, leaving the building to find their large car parked in a secluded area.

I sit in Tom’s lap, kissing all over him nonstop. I feel extremely overprotective and like I need to give him as much of my attention as possible. I kiss the tip of his nose, his cheek, forehead, eyebrow, lips, jawline, chin, anywhere I can reach. He whimpers softly, his breathing soft and his eyes fluttering shut.

After a 20 minute drive, we arrive at the luxurious hotel. Everyone gets out and talks together as we walk to the hotel entrance, checking in. Once given our room numbers, me and Tom go to the elevator which goes to our floor. He remains silent the whole way there, his miserable state being unfortunately obvious. Although he’s tired and weak, he still opens the door for me and lets me in the room first. He stumbles to the large hotel bed, peeling his baggy t-shirt off of his sweaty abdomen as well as his baggy jeans. He sits on the edge of the bed, suddenly out of breath. He pants and leans forward, his face and lips going pale. “Fuck…” He mumbles, wiping the sweat off of his forehead.

I notice the sudden change in his demeanor, and it’s painfully obvious that the contents in his stomach are about to come back up. I rush over to the bed, kissing his cheek before going into the bathroom, grabbing the small trashcan and bringing it to his trembling form. He clutches it desperately, his body jerks and shakes as he vomits in the metal bucket, my hand rubbing his back slowly. Once done, I help him into bed beside me. His exhaustion is evident, and all I want to do is hold him and protect him from the rest of the world.

“Lay down please.” I beg him, letting him curl up on my side. His head falls on my breast, using one of them as a pillow. His arms are wrapped snugly around my waist, our bodies wrapped in the warm embrace of the heavy white comforter. He shivers and I kiss the top of his head, letting the side of my cheek rest upon his hair. “I love you so much, meine schatz.” He whispers sleepily, pressing consistent kisses on my upper breast. “I’m sorry I’ve been so sick, I wish we could’ve hung out more…” He apologizes with a disappointed tone, not at me, but at himself and his weak immune system.

“But thank you…” He whispers, and I look down at his face. “For what?” I reply, his eyes now closed and his breath slowly evening out. “For helping me, and being the best girlfriend ever.” He finally says after a long moment of silence, his arms tightening around me. With a final declaration of his love for me, he finally falls asleep in my arms.

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