Love me back (Bill Kaulitz fanfiction)

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Finally! I had finally found that stupid phone! However, it was out of batteries, so there was no way I could call Tom and ask him to come over and get it. I had no choice but to ask Paul to drive me to their place. With no surprise, their house was as big as a palace. However, the entrance door was unlocked. I was about to leave the phone at the entrance when I took a quick look inside. The whole place was empty. How could they both go out and forget to lock the doors of such a huge house? I went inside and walked towards the stairs.

"Hello?" I called. "Bill? I found your phone! I'll put it there and go, ok?"

Nobody answered. I went upstairs to check but didn't see anybody. I was all alone. Since Paul was gone back to work, I guess I had to call a cab and go back home. However, I decided to stay a little longer and eventually wait for them to come back. I also thought I could leave Bill's phone in his room with a note. As I stepped inside, I looked all around me. His bedroom was three times bigger than mine, except much more stylized, all grey, ivory and blue, like a page taken from a fashion catalogue. I sat on the huge bed for a while and sighed: in a few seconds, I would be gone and never see that room again. I then got up and absentmindedly turned on the radio on his chest of drawers. A random track started to play. I recognized the electro style but didn't know the artist. The song was pretty good. Although the beat was strong it still sounded smooth and, to be honest, pretty sensual. I closed my eyes to enjoy the song even more and started slowly moving along the rhythm. It felt rather nice. Before I knew it, I was standing and turning around with my arms in the air and my eyes still closed, more and more inspired. However, I soon felt disturbed, like I was being watched. When I looked around, I saw Bill at the entrance and froze, just like the last time at the club. He was looking at me in the eyes, leaning on the doorframe. He looked tired, judging by the dark circles under his eyes. In the silence, I heard the music go on. I tried to apologize for the intrusion but he cut me off:

"Keep dancing." he asked me in a soft voice.

Speechless, I did what he said and went on with the music. He slowly came in as he kept staring at me and sat on the bed behind me. Feeling a little ill-at-ease, I turned to face him and noticed he was watching me from top to bottom.

"Come closer."

At first, I thought I didn't hear it well, until he made an inviting gesture with his hand towards me. Still dancing, I kept approaching him until we were so close our legs almost touched. There, he took me by the waist and sat me on his lap.

"What the hell?" I gasped, trying hard not to shriek and tensed, disturbed by the sudden contact of his warm hands and his thighs under mine.

He gently shushed me and stroked my cheek, as if to reassure me. His expression was different than usual; it was confident but also much tenderer. I couldn't believe what was going on.

"Kiss me." he whispered.

I froze. He stood still, still staring at me. He was seriously waiting for me to move. Why was he doing all this all of a sudden? I closed my eyes and leaned in closer, breathing more shallowly. When our lips finally met, I felt my heart pound like crazy. His lips were smooth as silk against mine. I felt so comfortable I gently turned around and put one of my legs on the other side of him so we could face each other and I could kiss him deeper. He then parted from me, his breathing also shallower than before.

"Take it off." he asked.

When I heard these words, I bowed my head in shame and blushed harder than I ever did in my life. I was paralyzed and couldn't do it. He then lifted my chin with his index to make me look in his eyes again. Without breaking eye-contact, he gently unzipped his own jacket and completely took it off. With his shoulders slightly back, he offered me his chest and, with shaky hands, I started to unbutton his black shirt. After the garment had fallen on the ground, for a moment, I watched his tattooed bare chest lightly lift with each breath he took. After that, he took my hand and put it on his bare torso, which made me almost gasp in surprise. When I tried to withdraw it like it was burning me, he kept it in place, insisting.

Slowly, I started to explore his bare skin with the palm of my hand, soon followed by the second one. I had never touched a boy's body like that before. With both hands, I trailed the muscles of his arms, his ribs, his pectorals, his nipples, and stopped where his heart was, feeling it beat against my palms. He then put his hands on top of mine and smiled. That's where I realized that I wasn't the one being vulnerable to Bill. Ever since we had started, he was the one opening up to me, which was probably as scary for him as it was for me. He grabbed my hands and put them around his waist. When our faces were close again in the movement, this time, I closed my eyes and kissed him first. He then sucked on my bottom lip and I moaned with delight as he nipped it. We both laid down on the bed with me on top of him. However, I rested on my knees, afraid I would suffocate him. I then cupped his face with both hands and shyly opened my mouth wider to let his tongue snake in. As I felt it explore every corner of my mouth, the heat in my belly was intensifying more and more. But when he slipped his hand under my shirt, I grabbed his wrist and interrupted the kiss.

"Don't, please." I asked.

"It's okay." he whispered.

I held tight on my grip, uncomfortable with the idea that such a beautiful man could be in contact with that trembling, disgusting flesh, when he suddenly knotted his hand in my hair and pulled me closer to nuzzle my neck. There, he planted trails of kisses from my shoulder to my ear, to which I couldn't resist. My knees finally gave up and I fell on him, which didn't stop him.

"Let me see." he murmured in a hot breath, his lips pressed against my ear, which sent shivers down my spine.

I then raised my head and, as he laid back on the bed, I gently lifted my shirt above my navel, then above the chest, then above the head, took off my bra and threw them both to the ground. Bill and I stood still, looking at each other. I could feel the cool air of the room brush against my naked stomach and chest. I was ashamed and tried to cover them with my arms but Bill rose from his position and pulled them away. He then opened his own arms and hugged me tight. Oddly enough, it felt more fraternal than seductive. I hugged him back in silence. In our embrace, both of us half-naked, the heat of the other's skin warmed us up and our hearts pulsated together, pressed against each other. It was like the world around us didn't exist anymore. Bill then made us turn around and pinned me against the mattress. I could now feel his weight on me, his face close to mine, the air coming in and out of his chest likes regular waves on mine. He bowed his head and I moaned when he put his lips on my breasts and sucked on them. His kisses were tender as he planted them everywhere on my body, going lower and lower, showing love to the body I used to hate so much. When I watched him unzip my jeans along with his, I couldn't help but look down, petrified.

"I'm scared." I admitted in a small voice.

He then stopped and raised his head, his big brown eyes on mine, and crawled back to me so we were side to side.

"Me too." he said.

He gently led his silky hand on my hip and lowered it between my thighs. When I felt it slide in my panties on my most private parts, I held my breath.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, worried.

I shook my head and I felt him stroke my hair with his other hand as he guided his fingers even lower. He then inserted one in me, soon followed by another one, and gently fondled me. Before I knew it, the waves of pleasure came back and made me arch my back with each of his movements like electric shocks. It felt so good I couldn't help but swear and had to cover my mouth with one of my hands to make me shut up, which made Bill smile. He paused for a second and took off my pants to get a better access. When he started again, after a while, I suddenly held tight on him and, as he kept scissoring me, the pleasure was so intense I gritted my teeth and dug my nails in his shoulders. When I finally relaxed, I looked at his skin and blew on the marks I left. The skin wasn't torn but it was still red.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." I declared.

Bill suddenly laughed, which made me almost jump. Afterwards, I realized I had sounded like a kid.

"You're so cute, Angela." he replied and took me in his arms.

The sound of his voice and his laughter brought me so much joy I laughed too and we kissed again with delight. For some reason, something changed in me: I wasn't intimidated by him at all anymore.