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Meant to Be - Tom Kaulitz (angst+fluff)

Contents/tw: Fighting, yelling, breakup, swearing, nicknames (baby),

Word count!: 1.07k

      Life has been pushing you and your boyfriend Tom in very split directions. It has been 2 years of an almost perfect relationship that is falling apart. It could be due to the fact you are both bored, that there isn’t enough romance going on between you guys anymore and you just.. Pulled away from each other like the same sides of a magnet being forced together. It didn’t help that you both had a mutual friend group- Georg, Gustav, and Tom's twin brother, Bill. At first the rest of the band just saw you as one of Tom's temporary toys but eventually they started to gravitate towards you and genuinely befriend you. 

      The real breaking point of the relationship was when Tom came backstage after one of the concerts. Tom felt as if he performed badly, storming off the stage and walking right by you without a word. You tried to catch up, to comfort him, give him a little extra love but he just snapped completely. Which is how you got into the fight you're having inside his dressing room.

       “You never give me any space! You’re so fucking clingy I just want you off my back!” He barks, fists clenched.

      “What the actual fuck Tom?! You don’t need to take your anger out on me just because you thought you did a shitty job on stage! All I was trying to do was comfort you and help you cool it but instead your fucking yelling in my face!” You yell, beginning to get a bit emotional.

       “Just shut it! You are so needy, always wanting to be around me” He says, throwing his hat on the ground in anger.

      “Well maybe I'm needy because you're a shitty boyfriend!” You hear yourself exclaim before you can catch yourself.

“I’m a shitty boyfriend?! What the fuck!” He says exasperated, gesturing to himself in disbelief and anger as he tries to prove his point. “I have done nothing but love you, care for you, and I’m the shitty partner. Nothing is ever enough for you!”

      “God forbid I'm unsatisfied with this relationship because of the lack of love you show me!! This is so one-sided! I'm always the one putting in all the effort and all you do is get annoyed and yell at me! I just want you to love me like you used to! I feel so fucking neglected!” You yell in desperation, tears welling in your eyes- desperately not trying to break the salty waters surface tension.

       “Well you won’t have to feel unsatisfied with this relationship because there will no longer BE a relationship! I’m fucking done- I don’t need this shit!” He scoffs as he heads for the door in rage.

      “Please Tom!- Wait!-” You grab his bicep gently but he yanks it away, aggressively opening the door and walking out. The sound of the door slamming is deafening, the world around you is glossy and blurry as the tears begin to stream down your face in bursts. You’re left in his dressing room, heartbroken and sobbing. You also storm out of the room- not wanting to be where you don’t belong. You make a break for the exit of the building where the back parking lot is, where your solitude lies in one of the spots. You quickly get into your car and sob in the seat. You turn on your car, the bluetooth connects to your spotify and you drown out all possible penetrating thoughts with your music. 

      It has been 3 weeks since that fight. Things have been awkward between you and your mutual friends. Luckily you had your own personal friends to hang out with and talk to. Their comfort was nice and helpful but you couldn’t help but feel empty without Tom. The pit in your stomach grew whenever you thought of him. It seems since he left your head has been fuzzy and flooded with thoughts. You haven’t blocked him on anything but you did unfollow him on all socials. You still had Bill, Georg and Gustav followed though. They occasionally texted you to check up on you but ultimately, Tom was their day 1. Not you. 

      It wasn’t until the 24th night after the breakup when you had a little hope sparked back in your heart. Why? Simply because Tom had wound up on your doorstep early in the night with flowers, eyes red. He looked tired, horrible.

      “Hey.. can we talk?” He said, soft, kind of scared. The most vulnerable you have seen him in a long time.

      “Yeah, come on in.” I softly respond, moving out of the doorframe to let him in. I try to keep my poker face on, my expressions and tone neutral in order to not give my feelings away. Who knows what this conversation could unravel into. I needed the emotional advantage. The art of composure was in my hands.

      “I’m sorry for coming uninvited but.. I miss you. I'm sorry for how I treated you, I’m sorry for how I behaved.” He says, a tremor in his voice as he tries to keep himself together. He is looking at his feet.

      Fuck what you said a few minutes ago.

      You begin to feel the tears rolling down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry too, I shouldn’t have called you shitty and I should have told you how I felt before we fell apart so we could have solved it. I miss you too..” You sniffle, rubbing your eyes. You hear a sigh of relief as strong arms solidly wrap around your waist, pulling you into his chest.

      “Shhhh, I’m here baby. I shouldn’t have walked out on you like that. I love you dearly.” He warmly whispers as you sob into his chest, clinging on tight and hugging him for dear life.

      “I love you too!” You sob in between sniffles, muttering and mumbling apologies as he hushes and comforts you. He picks you up gently and carries you into your bedroom, setting you down and holding you. He wraps your favorite blanket around the both of you and holds you to sleep as your sobbing calms. You bask in each other's tender embrace after being deprived of it for a grueling period of time that felt longer than it was. Laying together in silence as you both think about the future ahead of you for this relationship. As for the arguing?

      Never again.

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First time tasting- Bill Kaulitz! (18+)

Tw/contents: Making out, oral (r! receiving), cuddling at end, nicknames (baby). Word count!: 823

      Late night Thursday, what was meant to be a cute little movie night turned into a sloppy makeout session on your couch- the movie disregarded in the background. Swallowing his moans as you gently suck his tongue in a french kiss. His hands are on your waist, seemingly hesitant. You pause in thought and pull away. 

      “Baby, what's wrong? Did I do something?” Bill asks softly, a bit worried and traces of anxiety in his eyes.

      “Everything is fine.. I was just wondering.. Is this your first time being intimate?” You ask as sweetly and as understandingly as you can. He flushes in embarrassment and pulls away a bit.

      “Yeah… is it that obvious? Was I that bad?” He mutters, pulling back even more as to which you grab his waist and pull him back onto you.

      “No no baby you weren’t.. I could just tell by your hesitance.. Have you ever done anything intimate at all before?” You ask gently.. As to which he responds by opening up a little bit more but still ultimately a bit flustered by the whole ordeal. 

      “No.. but I wanted to try.. for you..” He gently flushes as to which you coo. You cup his face in your hands and tenderly kiss his forehead.

      “Well I know a good intimate place that we could start.. If that sounds good to you?” You propose gently, a bit of coaxing since you were feeling needy and knew what you wanted. Might as well propose the idea to teach him. He almost immediately nods, willing to hear.

      “Yeah.. that sounds good.. What were you thinking?” You softly smirk and teasingly place his hand over your silt.

      “You could start by eating me out.. That's a pretty easy thing to do.. It's not too hard for a beginner. Plus it feels good” You tease, gently guiding his hand up and down your core, watching him blush and lean into it. He's so pink in the face, softly whimpering.. Adorable.

      “Yeah that.. Sounds good. .. May I?” He says, gesturing to your clothes. You give him the go ahead and he gently peels your pj pants and panties off of your body. He blushes, looking at your already turned on and slick pussy.

      “Make sure to focus on the pink bud.. The clit.. It's the most pleasurable part.” You softly guide.

       “And I.. just suck it? And lick it?..” He asks shyly. 

       “Mhm.. suck it, lick it, kiss it, roll it between your fingers, slip a few fingers in my hole as well if you're feeling extra. Usually you warm it up with long, slow licks and then you use the tip of the tongue for stimulation and such.” Bill, the blushing mess he is, softly swallows his nerves and nods his head. He dips down, hesitantly putting your thighs on his shoulders so he can get a good angle, shakily pressing his lips to your clit for a soft kiss. He begins to lick up your folds in long, warm stripes. You softly shiver, a very soft mewl of appreciation escapes your throat and his ears perk up accordingly. He loves that sound, it went straight into his core.  

      He softly sucks at your clit, fondling it between his lips to see what sound you make when he does. The action pulls out a soft whine from you, causing you to slightly move your hips. 

Fuck he craved to hear that sound again. He starts to pick up the pace, leaving hot stripes of saliva up and down your folds, tasking the little bits of her cum that are starting to form. The taste of you on his tongue is making his head spin, he starts to whimper and mewl, his nails digging into your thighs to create clear crescent indents. Your little moans and whines as Bill keeps pleasuring you make him so incredibly whiney. His breathing labours as your pussy gets wetter, your noises only making the length between his legs stronger. You yourself can feel a knot forming in your stomach, knowing release is near- but before you can say anything, one particular lick makes you moan loudly- causing him to moan and absolutely lose it. Bill cums in his boxers, getting off from how vocal you are and how delicious you taste. Bill is already whiney and flustered, lips still attached to your clit as you finally let go and cum on his tongue. You're mewling and moaning, as he licks up your cum like a madman. He's so entirely aroused and lost in the after glow of his erection. 

      “Mhmm baby, you did so good..” You whine, out of breath and flushed.

      “That was so good.. You taste so good..” He says, softly nuzzling his face in your lower stomach. Worn out but very happy. You gently run your fingers through his hair, cuddling and embracing each other's warmth until you both drift off to sleep.

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Tom Kaulitz post workout smut.

Tw/contents: P in V sex, mating press, making out, nicknames (baby, good girl, darling), praising (r! receiving)

Word count!: 993

  Even if you did it on occasion, you loved working out. Whether that was Pilates, Yoga, or some random workout youtube video that you could easily do at home. It made you feel good, kept you in shape and most importantly, it kept you flexible. Tom loved that aspect. Tom also liked working out but his favorite workout? It was fucking you senseless until he could feel the burn in his hamstrings.

       That being said, he couldn’t keep his hands off you whenever he saw you in your shared living room doing yoga. The sweat glistened off your skin and onto the ground as you held your stretch on the matt. You hear a small whistle behind you, and to nobody's surprise it's Tom leaning against the doorway ogling your figure.

       “Damn baby, you look awful good in that position.” He teases, voice warm and aroused as he creeps up behind you to rub your ass and hold your hips. You fall from your downward dog position and fall onto your knees with him behind you on the matt. His warm breath drifts across your neck as he wraps his arms around your middle.

      “Well I DID look good in that position until you decided to ruin my focus.” You playfully swat his hand away that's creeping further and further up your ribs. Softy reprimanding him for interrupting your workout session.

      “Why would you waste your time doing that.. when I know a better stretch you could do.” He coaxes as he slides the rejected hand down to your upper thigh. His other hand has decided to try again at making its way up to fondle your breast.. Which ultimately he succeeds since you got distracted by him kissing your shoulder and pressing you closer to him. Back to chest. Ass to his hips.

     “And what would that stretch be, hm?” You ask, your voice less stern then before as you begin to get wrapped up in the way he feels.

      “The mating press.. Hmm? That's one way to work out your hamstrings baby.. I can talk you through it if you let me?” He whispers in your ear as his hand on your inner thigh moves its way to your middle and gently caresses it over the fabric. You softly gasp, clenching your legs a bit. 

      “Please, baby? I wanna show this pretty thing a bit of pleasure. Doesn’t that sound good?” He groans into your neck and gently kisses the sensitive spot behind your ear. Your brain is going fuzzy and all you can think of is his hand that is currently coaxing your pussy to turn on. 

With a whiney sigh you finally cave in, nodding. “Yeah… please do.”

        Almost within a blink of an eye he flips you over on the mat so you're on your back. He begins to kiss you with fervor, slipping his tongue between your lips to meet yours. Swallowing up your little whines and moans as he slips your shorts and panties off.

       “Fuck, I need to see your beautiful body.” He grunts as he takes off your sports bra, along with his sweatpants and compression shirt. He had so much defined muscle on his torso and arms that it made your mouth water. 

      “Does my darling like what she sees?” He asks as he cups one of your breasts and rubs his thumb over the peaked nipple. 

      “Mhm.. so sexy,” You breathlessly comment, which arouses him even more. He latches his lips onto your breast, worshipping them with kisses and nibbles as he uses his hands to move your legs up into your chest so he can slip in his warm tip, oozing with precum.

       “Fuck! ahhngh….Tom!” You sharply gasp as your hands grip his shoulders. He gives you time to adjust to the mating press as he sharply sucks on your nipple.You moan again, your breathing evening out again which signals to him you're adjusted, which is why he pushes the rest of his cock into your throbbing hole. Immediately the gummy walls clench around Tom’s length. Your moaning and panting, gently rocking your hips as Tom finally removes his lips off your now swollen breast, and moves them up your neck to your jaw. You both slowly grind and rock your hips in a warm rhythm as he gently mutters sweet nothings against your jaw.

       “That's it baby, mhmm you're so good.” He groans against your hot skin. You're moaning and whining with each thrust of his hips, effectively hitting your G-spot every time. You begin to feel the tight knot in your lower stomach, the rush flashing through your body.

      “Fuck! I'm about to cum! Please Tom!-” You moan out. His hands slide down to your waist, and he begins to pick up pace.

      “Shhh, it’s alright baby, be a good girl and cum for me..” He coaxes as one hand remains on your waist to support you, and the other glides down to play with your clit. Sooner rather than later, your eyes begin to roll and warm cum floods Tom's length, followed soon by Tom cumming hot ropes of white that fill you up until it leaks out of you. Your panting hard as Tom keeps a gentle grind to help you ride out the high.

      “You did so good for me baby.. Such a perfect darling for me” He praises as he gently massages your hips, simultaneously pulling out in the process. You softly whine, your pussy missing the warmth of his cock and clenching around nothing. He gently coos and picks you up by your waist, wrapping your legs around his torso. He peppers your face with a few kisses before taking you up to the bathroom. He sits you on the toilet as he runs you a warm bath, getting you fresh clothes for after and some new, warm towels.

 Huh. Maybe you should work out more often if this is the result.

Yayyy my first smut fic finally done!! What did y'all think? Any suggestions or constructive feedback?

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Contents: Fluff, cuddling, comfort (recieving & giving)

Word count: (641)

Tw: nothing!

Background: You and Tom Kaulitz are best friends, but you had a fight which caused some distance.

You adored the rain more than anything, it was thunder that was the problem. The calming noise that it made provided comfort, especially after the fight you had with Tom. It was dumb, really. All you did was feed into some flirting when you guys were at a party together and he got pissed. You guys aren’t even together! You went as friends- he had no right to be so cross with you for flirting! Well, that fight was 3 days ago, and you haven’t talked to each other since. It’s been weighing your mind since, are you really in the wrong? Is he being dramatic? Did I do something else to make him upset prior? Who knows, Tom isn’t really the type to communicate about his feelings. But it's nights like these where your thoughts consume your brain until it's chalked down to nothing but mush. The clock reads 11pm, Monday night, curled up in your fuzzy blanket on your living room couch, wondering if you should text Tom. God, what would you even say?

“Hey, can we talk?”

…. Fuck no.

Tossing your phone on the other end of the couch in frustration, you groan and drag your hands down your face. That's when the thunder starts. You almost immediately stiffen, a pause of horror as you hide beneath your blanket. You have always been horrified by thunder since you were a child. Tom, knowing that fact, would always spend the night or hang out with you whenever it was forecasted to happen.. But, with the argument, you're going to have to thug this one out by yourself.

The thunder roars and bears its teeth aggressively and consistently for a good half hour until you hear a knock on the door.

Knock. Knock.

You peek out of your blanket to look at the door, waiting to see if they knock again.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Whoever is on the other end seems very persistent so naturally, you frightfully run to the door and open it- so you can go back under your blanket and curl up in fear quicker.. But.. its Tom?

“Am I still welcome inside?..” He asks gently, seemingly nervous. His voice is gruff, his clothes are wet from standing in the rain at the doorstep.

“Yeah.. please come in…” You say softly but also a bit puzzled as to why he suddenly showed up without any warning or having no contact for the past three days.

“You still have my extra pair of clothes here?” He asks flatly as he takes his muddy shoes off, shutting and locking the door behind him.

“Yeah.. uhm.. Why-” and you get cut off by him leaving to go change into the clothes. You're left to stand there in thought, until your bubble is broken by thunder- as to which you immediately go back on the couch with the blanket, coiled tightly in fright.

After a few minutes you feel strong hands pick you up and place you in his lap.

“Im sorry for getting upset. Im sorry for leaving. I was just.. Jealous. Jealous that I wasn’t the one you were flirting with.” He says softly, almost.. Shyly? You can hear his breath quiver as he holds you tighter. Was he actually getting emotional? You peek out the blankets you cocooned in and you meet eyes. He immediately hugs you tight, face nuzzled in the crown of your hair. He inhales deeply, muttering countless apologies and sweet nothings. This argument and space apart must have gotten to him.

“Its alright, I forgive you it was just a silly feud.” You say, nuzzling in closer- causing his grip to become firmer and more tender. You feel a gentle kiss to the top of your head and a relieved sigh. The comfort and warm silence made you fall asleep in his arms.

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