after hours | tom kaulitz

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when I awoke the next day, Tom still lay next to me, arms wrapped around my waist as our bare skin touches each other.
he felt so comfortable, his touch was fucking perfect.

I scooted back a bit, nuzzling myself closer to him before hearing a loud groan.

"keep doing that and we'll have a repeat of last night" his voice was raspy, directly next to me.

I flipped myself around, my head aching, he was wide awake, a small smile on his face before leaning in and kissing me.

he pulled away right as a knock on the door sounded before someone opened it.

"get up, breakfast is done, and don't come downstairs naked" Gustav laughed, shutting the door.

I slowly got up, picking up our clothes on the floor and setting his on the bed. His eyes were all over me, the corners of his lips upturned.

"you're so beautiful" he didn't take his eyes off me, a big toothy grin on his face.

"Yeah?"

I slipped on a pair of his boxers and one of his T-shirts. His arms wrapped around me as I looked at myself in the mirror.

"I really do think you're beautiful" I laughed, shaking my head. I turned around and pressed our lips together again. "What's funny?"

"you" he cocked a brow, pinching his lips.

"I mean- you. you're supposed to be this big badass car racer gang leader who has lots of money, and here you are, whispering about how beautiful I am"

our foreheads touched, one of his hands on my cheek.

"I just really like you, Madeleine, you're a big part of my life." I kissed him again, and again. His arms wrapped around me as he held me.

"get downstairs!"

I took a deep breath in and let out a loud heavy sigh. Tom's hand grabbed mine, making our way downstairs.

"stealing clothes now, huh?" georg joked, a loud laugh emitting from the boys as I awkwardly giggled.

"you like waffles?" I nodded, taking a seat at the island next to Tom. After a moment a plate with 2 waffles was placed in front of me, some bacon on the side, and a small shot glass of syrup slid after.

"you put your syrup in shot glasses?" Tom gasped, looking at me.

"you don't? it's literally perfect, they're the perfect size." I shook my head and poured it on the waffles, taking a bite and humming.

"thank you, Bill, this is great" he grinned, giving me a thumbs up before shooting a couple of ugly looks at the other boys.

"at least someone here appreciates all the work I do around the house"

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Tom had driven me home so I could get changed into a new outfit for him to take me out in, he was sitting on my bed right now.

"Not this" I whined, throwing shirt after shirt on the floor. I finally pulled out a pretty black lace tube top.

I slipped off his t-shirt, turning and placing it next to him.

"Can I keep it?" he smiled and nodded, pulling me closer, my hips in between his legs. His hands trailed along my body before stopping on my curve.

"I love your body" I was still shirtless, just in his boxers in front of him. My heart was pounding inside my body.

I slipped on a shirt and crawled on top of him. He was now laying down, legs laying off the bed.

"do you really have to take me out right now?" he caught his bottom lip in his teeth, eyes staring directly into mine.