ᴍʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ- tom kaulitz

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

a/n: HEY YALL, im so sorry for abandoning you guys, I was working :( but I'm back so slayyy 

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          The very next day you woke up early for your big day. You showered, brushed your teeth and put your outfit on. The group of guys decided to get to your house a lot earlier than expected.

       You opened the door, confused as to who might've been at your door at 9:15 am. You were met with three tired boys behind a very energetic Bill.

         "We woke up too early," Tom sighed out before walking into your home. You laughed, "Yes, you guys got here like two hours earlier." You guys weren't supposed to practice until 11:30.

         The guys all laid on your bed as you did your makeup. You were sitting in your vanity with your makeup sprawled out. "I don't think I have ever seen you do your makeup, Y/N," Gustav said with an interested face.

           Tom approached you, picking up some of your makeup things. "What is this for?" he eyed it curiously. "That's eyebrow gel, that way your eyebrow hairs don't fall down."

          He nodded, picking up another thing, "And this?"

      "That's mascara, you put that on your eyelashes, it makes them thicker and a lot more noticeable." He nodded before picking up a third thing, "And what's this-"

           "Okay, hun," you cut him off. "Just watch me and I'll explain, okay?" He nodded, sitting down next to you. You did some simple makeup, Tom watched you with amusement. His mind went elsewhere watching your tongue ring as you spoke.

          He watched the way your lips moved and the clackings of your tongue ring against your teeth. You were so focused on your makeup, you didn't notice Tom's lusty gaze.

           It was now 3:30 pm, you and the guys were on your way to the studio. The group had rehearsed a couple of songs to make sure it would be perfect for the recordings. Tom's hand was on your thigh the entire time.

          You couldn't help but blush at the contact of his hand on your thigh. It had been a while since you two had done anything. That day he ate you out was a memory that never left your mind.

          You shifted on your seat as his hand slowly hiked its way higher up your thigh. His lips leaned down to your ear, "You okay?" he whispered, giving your thigh a gentle squeeze.

        You didn't want him to win, you turned to him, your faces only centimeters away ,"Of course, Tommy. Why wouldn't I be?" you smiled. His eyes trailed down to your cleavage, you blew at his face. "My eyes are up here, silly."

            He rolled his eyes jokingly, moving his arm from your thigh to around your shoulders. It took about 20 minutes to get to the studio, it was a three story building with bold red lettering, "New World Records."

          The group walked in with their instruments, immediately being greeted by a tall light skinned man. He had a buzz cut with an eyebrow piercing and tattoos, he seemed to be in his late 20's. He smiled while introducing himself.

          His hand went straight for Y/N then the teenage boys. "You must be Y/N! I'm Damien, we spoke on the phone earlier this week," he smiled kindly. Y/N nodded, "Yes, yes! These are my friends, Bill, Tom, Georg, and Gustav."