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Tom

Warning-small smut

9:25 pm- Next day☆

I was back at the Kaulitz house again, sitting beside Tom on the couch. Bill had stepped out to grab a few things, so it was just the two of us.

I glanced over at Tom, he looked relaxed, legs spread out casually, flipping through channels like nothing was on his mind.

Meanwhile, I could barely sit still. My heart was racing, palms sweaty. I crossed my legs, then shifted again, searching for the right moment to make a move.

I slowly lifted my legs and rested them across his lap, trying to play it cool while stretching like I wasn't thinking too hard about it. But he didn't say anything. No reaction.

Sighing internally, I pulled my legs back down and scooted closer instead, resting my head gently on his chest. His cologne hit me immediately, faint but familiar, and weirdly comforting.

TOM'S POV

Y/N kept shifting beside me. At first I thought she was just getting comfy, but then she laid her head on my chest.

Without thinking much, I lifted my arm and wrapped it around her shoulders. She was warm. Soft. Close.

But something felt different. I couldn't tell what she was trying to do until she looked up at me with those eyes.

Y/N'S POV

I pulled back from his chest just enough to see his face. I didn't hesitate this time, I climbed into his lap, straddling him, my legs tucked around his sides. His hands instinctively found my waist, holding me in place.

"What are you doing, Y/N?" he asked, his voice low and unreadable.

I didn't answer. I just leaned in and kissed him.

For a second, he hesitated. But then he kissed me back, deeper, pulling me closer until I could barely breathe.

His hands moved up my sides, his lips trailing down my neck. I felt my whole body react to him and before I could second-guess myself, I slipped one hand between us and into his pants, stroking him slowly.

He let out a low, shaky whimper against my ear.

TOM'S POV

I was losing control. Her hand on me, her mouth on my neck it was too much.

I pulled back from her lips, only to gently lay her down on the couch, climbing over her. My lips met hers again as I slid my hands down to her waistband, tugging at her pants.

She helped, lifting her hips so I could slide them off, revealing light blue panties with a darkened spot that made my head spin.

"You're so fucking wet," I whispered against her skin, kissing her again and wrapping my hand lightly around her throat, just enough to make her breath hitch.

"Tom, I need you." She said, looking me straight in the eyes.

Her words nearly undid me.

I pulled her panties down slowly, leaving her in nothing but her oversized T-shirt.

I kissed her again and slipped two fingers inside, pumping slowly while watching her expression twist with pleasure.

Her soft moans filled the room. She gripped my shirt, biting her lip as I sped up.

"Look at you, Y/N," I whispered against her cheek. "Can't even hold a kiss, can you?"

"Slower, To...." she stuttered, trembling.

"Cum for me," I said, moving down and replacing my fingers with my tongue.

She whimpered, writhing under me, almost there—

Then suddenly:

"What are you two doing?!"

Bill's voice tore through the room like an explosion.

Y/N'S POV

My eyes shot open. Bill stood frozen in the doorway, grocery bags dangling from both hands, his mouth wide open.

Tom moved quickly, covering me with his body as I scrambled to pull up my clothes, heat rising in my cheeks.

The silence was suffocating.

I stood up, flustered, and reached for my shoes. "Wow, look at the time. I should really... go."

I turned to the boys at the door, trying to hold what was left of my dignity. "Goodnight, boys."

TOM'S POV

As the door shut behind her, I let out a breath and turned to face my brother.

Bill dropped the bags onto the kitchen counter, still staring at me like I'd grown a second head. "Are you serious, Tom? On our couch? Couldn't even make it to a bedroom?"

"I didn't plan it, okay?" I snapped, running my hands on my jeans. "It just... happened."

Bill raised a brow. "You shouldn't be messing around with her unless you're going to be honest. She's not just some girl, and you know that."

"I know," I said, stepping away, my voice quieter now. "She's different. That's why I love her. And I will tell her the truth, just... not yet."

Bill sighed and shook his head, not saying another word as I disappeared upstairs.

I closed my bedroom door behind me, leaning back against it.

One thing was for sure, I couldn't keep playing with fire. And next time, I'd make sure she didn't walk away feeling like a mistake.