uoıʇɔǝlɟǝɹ ǝɥʇ x Tom kaulitz

.ǝsolɔ oo⊥

꧁⍟꧂
09/08/09

After my exhausting photoshoot, I was greeted by toms presence, his hand gripping his crotch as he stared at the magazines me and my friends had been featured in. He looks up to the clicking of my heels, looking up at me with pure awe.

"Well that was shit" I say rolling my eyes into the back of my head, triggering my migraine even more.

"Ugh it's okay stop complaining constantly" he says sarcastically, chucking the magazine onto the table he sat at waiting for me. He stands up, grabbing my wrist as he drags me along, causing my to trot in my heels.

"Don't wear a dress like this in hamburg" he exclaims, covering me with the oversized hoodie he had on, zipping it up as we walked back to the car. "Don't plan to keep that hoodie either, it's my favourite" he says strictly, with a serious look in his eyes.

I simply laugh as my eyes roll back into my head, I look around the city, the lights simmering into my vision, the brightness burning my headache. Tom helps my into the car, holding my soft grip inside of his as he rolled his eyes as if he couldn't take anything seriously.

"ᴜɢʜ, ᴡʜʏ ɪꜱ ʜᴇ ᴘᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋꜱᴇᴀᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴏʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ"

"They've all gone to galantis" he says as he spins the car round, in attempt to get us out of the car park. "You wanna just chill for a bit or go with them, I don't really feel like drinking, it's all up to you though"

I nod my head, barely listening to what he had just said to me, him turning his head in anger: frustrated that he had just actually said something kind and I had ignored him.

"You just don't fucking listen to you, your delusional as fuck" he spits, leaving my jaw unclenched in disbelief as my whole body tenses up, trying not to move a muscle. "FUCKING ANSWER ME YOU HOOKER-LOOKING SLUT"

I feel the tingles gush through my veins as I sit there: staring at the white lights waiting for this ugly moment to finally be over. Tears begin streaming down my curvy cheeks uncontrollably, as if it was raining in the middle of a monsoon.

"I'm sorry" I say looking down at my pink, velvet shoes in attempt to calm him down slightly: maybe even guilt-trip him slightly.

Tom crawls over from the front seat, kneeling in-front of me. He wipes the tears off of my jawline, following his thumb up to my tear duct. I find myself pressing all of my weight onto the hand that supported my head. He kisses my forehead, holding me for two minutes as I cried.

"I just can't fucking control myself" he mumbled under his breath as he passionately held me in his arms. I snuffled quietly. "You didn't deserve that" he says lifting my head up to meet with his eyes. He lifts his index finger to my chin: my crying stopping. My hair sticks to my face: I could tell I looked bad, I was crying. I could feel the lumpy mascara instinctively on my sun-kissed cheekbones. He brings my chin up, my lips meeting his. I open my eyes in shock as I knew exactly what was happening. "Don't cry orla, I'm sorry." He says cradling me again, my nose hurried into his neck that smelled the exact same as before; this time reeking of cannabis. I inhale his sweet scent into my lungs, savouring this moment as I felt protected once again. I was starting to fall for Tom, I craved his touch, I craved his care. I leave a soft smooch on toms neck causing him to giggle at me. "You just love me don't you" he says with the punchable smirk that lingered on his face, growing by the second as our eyes reflected into each-other. I had butterflies growing by the second, they blended and churned as we got deeper into the moment. I felt us going deeper into the universe as the butterflies weighed my down.

Tom turns my sticky face into him, dazing into my existence for a second or two. "Your fucking beautiful" he says running his finger down the bridge of my nose: admiring my features. Tom lifts my rosy cheeks into his veiny hands, almost owning me. He suctions my bottom lip, teasing me as if he wanted me to lean into the kiss. I smush my lips against his, taking the control over the moment that lingered in the air. Tom sit on the backseat, i on top of him taking full control. Toms hands laid beside him as he let me take full control. I kiss his soft lips, which drove me completely insane. Tom snakes his arm abound my waste, causing the bottom of my stomach it flip inside out. He immediately pushes me off of him, leaving me completely confused, thinking I'm making a fool of myself. Tom re adjusts himself, placing his hand in-front of him, calling me over to him. I couldn't help myself. I Sat on top of his hips, loving his neck as I heard a whimper escape from his voice box. I look up at him with the same smirk he uses against me, him not knowing as his eyes are closed, compelling the moment that he had a supermodel caressing him. I feel a hand approach my ass, his whole hand fit around it. He pulls me up closer to him as I stare up at him with the ugly smirk on my face. His eyes were closed. He was in a land of pure pleasure. He pulls me up and down on him, I'm going along with it, grinding against him as I hear the mumbling sounds escape from his lips that were bruised from my love. His boney, yet veiny fingers escape underneath my ass, massaging me in pleasure. I let a few mumbles slip from my lips that I tried so desperately to keep clenched.

"Oh you like that do you" Tom mumbles from above me, teasing me as he breaks the force of the dress and my thighs, releasing tension as he climbed on top of me.

꧁꧂