They slept until one pm
"Goodmorning." Tom looked down at her
"Why do you always wake me up so early." She groaned
"It's one." Tom chuckled
"Sorry about last night." She looked at him
"Don't be." He layed his head on hers
Someone knocked on the door, Tom got up and opened the door.
"Hey I saw you in the hallway. I was wondering if I could get your number?" The woman asked
Jaelea got up and fixed her dress and hair
"No you can't." Jaelea looked at the woman
"Why can't I bitch?" The woman snapped
"Don't fucking call me a bitch!" Jaelea yelled at her
"Alright let's not call anyone a bitch." Tom pushed jaelea back
"So?" The woman asked
"Fine, here." Tom gave her his number
"Thanks!" The woman walked away
"Oh fuck no." Jaelea walked over to the bed
"I wasn't trying to be rude?" Tom followed her
"You should've been!" She raised her voice
"You almost tried punching her for calling you a bitch? I would've said no if you didn't say it for me!" He yelled
"That whore is gonna try sleeping with you now!" She yelled
"Yeah! Many "whores" want to sleep with me! What's the big deal!" He looked at her, angrily
"Is that a take at me?! Are you calling me a fucking whore!" Jaelea looked very mad
"What the fuck?! No!" Tom walked up to her
"You're so full of shit!" She looked up at him
"Don't talk to me like that!" He looked down at her
"Don't be acting like a know it all now!" She resisted the urge to kiss him
"Fuck!" He groaned
"Oh I bet you have so many girls that your fucking here in Vegas aren't you?!" She walked up to Tom
"No! I've been with you this whole fucking time! Never once have I slept with any woman throughout this trip except for you! I shouldn't even be fucking you!" He yelled
"Go fuck that Sheila girl for all I care!" She teared up
"Maybe I will now that you mention it!" He rolled his eyes
"Do you just mean what you said?!" She looked at him
"Maybe I did?" He yelled
"you're hungover!" He looked at her
"Shut the fuck up!" She yelled
"Don't fucking talk to me like that." He got closer to her
"Or what?" She looked up at him
Tom looked at her with no words, he groaned and sat down on the bed.
"Just fucking tell me!" She yelled
"Stop fucking yelling at me!" He got up and lifted her chin
"Your such a ass-" Tom cut her off by kissing her
"You're an asshole." He continued kissing her
Tom took off his pants and jaelea helped him take off his boxers, he pushed her on the bed and opened her legs. Slowly pushing himself in. She moaned out, his pace quickened and held her legs open. Tom was pounding into her, the headboard kept hitting the wall. There was a knock on the door, "fuck this!" Jaelea screamed and got up, fixing her dress. She signaled Tom to cover himself and opened the door. It looked like a person who worked at the hotel. "Hello, I got some complaints about noise in this room?" The woman said, looking at jaelea weird. "It's 1:30, leave us alone bitch." She wiped her lip. "Also it's been a continuous problem so you need to work that out." The woman looked at jaeleas messed up face with lipstick all over. "No, what you need to work out is your issues. It's one fucking pm, not am. Plus it's just noise dumbass." She rolled her eyes. Tom got up with a towel around him, "sorry about her, we will be more quiet." Tom assured the woman. "What the fuck tom!" She said as Tom shut the door. "You have to stop covering for me you piece of shit!" She yelled. "I'm your bodyguard, I'm supposed to fucking cover for you." He pinned her against the wall and kissed her. She took off his towel and her dress. "I can cover for myself, thank you." She looked up at him. "Shut up." He laughed and brought her to the bed. He positioned himself and pushed in slowly. Jaelea arched her back and held the back board, while Tom started fucking her faster. He groaned each time he thrusted into her. The woman was knocking on their door, while they ignored it. Jaelea felt herself go numb, she was moaning Tom's name and know she was about to cum. Tom thrusted in one more time and groaned. She relaxed herself on the bed, smiling. "I'll get the door." He put a towel around his waist. "Listen, you need to stop." The woman said. "Well, it's almost two pm. It's just noise." He rolled his eyes. "Please, or we're gonna have to kick you out." She stared at the lipstick on his face. "Fine." He looked down at her while closing the door. "You have a little." Jaelea pointed at his face. Jaelea put on her shirt and got up, "I'm gonna go grab some snacks from the vending machine, money please?" She held her hand out. "Mhm." He took out his wallet and gave her a $20. She walked out and the woman that asked for Tom's number came out of the corner and went inside their room, "where the fuck did you come from?" Tom walked backwards as she walked closer to him. "So that slut doesn't see." She pushed him on the bed. "She's no slut, now get out." He got up and looked at her. "She doesn't have to know?" She smirked. "Get the fuck out." He smiled. "Hmm, I don't feel like it." She took off her shirt. "You're gonna get out whether you like it or not, or I'm going to kick you out." He looked at the woman. "No thanks." She smiled. "Get the fuck out right now!" He yelled. "Boring ass." She grabbed her shirt and walked out. After a few minutes passed, jaelea walked back into the room, seeing Tom stressed out. She sat next to him and asked what's wrong. "I'm just tired." He layed down. "That's the biggest lie I've ever heard." She leaned on his shoulder. Tom layed his head on her head and kissed her. Jaeleas phone rang and she answered it, it was her best friend. Tom got up and ate some chips.
Thirty minutes later, "Tom, my friend Maria is gonna be here in Vegas, can she stay with us?" She smiled. "In this room?" He asked. "Yea, I'll share a bed with her." She said. "Sure." He sighed."She's outside, can we help her with the bags?"
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Her Bodyguard
FanfictionTom Kaulitz, a bodyguard. Jaeleas dad has made sure she had protection, while they are in Las Vegas. Tom has been taking care of her for about two years now. She has been in love with him since they guys first met. ⚠️ sexual content mature language