I didn't think you cared - Tom Kaulitz

fuck you straight

"uhh, no please just get off!" I shout again.

someone comes into the room, slam the door open, and then I hear a gunshot, he collapses on top of me and I feel blood pouring out of him and quickly push him off of me and he rolls to the floor,  I get up in fear and as soon as I see that it was tom who helped me, I rushed over to him and dropped to the floor and just thanked him, as much as I hate tom, he hadn't done anything like that; I'm grateful for that.

I cry and Tom just looks down at me like I'm pathetic, but I could see the pity in his eyes as I just there crying. He helps me up and we go back into the main part of the club and he sits me down next to Valorie; he sits down next to us.

"Are you okay?" Tom says that was the most genuine he has ever sounded when he spoke to me. "yes, I think so."  I say quietly, even if I told him that I wasn't okay, I don't think that he would care too much, why would he? I'm just a pet.

"Look, I know. I-" Tom says, he had a caring tone to his voice, but he stopped talking. What was he trying to say? I wish I knew what was going on inside of his head, what is he playing at? first, he cares then he doesn't? 

he puts his arm around me and plants a small kiss on my head. Is this man playing with me? what is going on? I stare at him, his eyes are... they're like a maze I could get lost in them forever, now I'm looking at him like this I realize how sweet he looks.

I get up and look at him, "can we go home? I don't want to stay here anymore." I say with tears swelling in my eyes. Home? why am I saying this? what is wrong with me? 

"yes," Tom says back to me, looking deep into my green eyes. 

we get up and the gang gets into their separate cars, Tom opens the door for me and I sit in the passenger seat of his car, he tries starting the car and it doesn't work, making him angry, he struggles for around a minute then when he finally gets it working he speeds off, barely making it past sharp corners and just being reckless. "tom, slow down!" I shout to him. He gives me a look and slows down the car. Did he just do what I asked? maybe it's just out of pity for what happened earlier. 

we get back and it's late so I just head to the bedroom and get changed, I turn around to see Tom standing there leaning against the doorframe, watching me get changed, I guess there's nothing I can do to stop him so I just continue to get changed; when I'm done I just sit on the edge of the bed and look at him, he walks over to me and stands over me, now I see him so close and so clear. 

I stand up, he towers over me and I can't help but look at his lips. why am I thinking these things about my kidnapper? why do I want him to touch me? why do I crave his cold touch on my skin?

why do I want him? why do I need him? I look at him for a couple of seconds; I inch closer and kiss him. He doesn't push me away. I pull away and he stares at me and then he kisses me again, more passionately this time. I know what is going to happen tonight and I know I shouldn't do it, but I know I will.

he kisses me with so much passion and I honestly don't know what I'm doing at this moment but I feel like I will enjoy it so I might as well go for it, and god, I know this is wrong but I just can't help myself. 

He kisses me and when he finally pulls away he looks at me in shock because of what I am doing; I'm shocked myself. He then pushes me to the bed and kisses me once again, his hand traveling up my thigh and then he progressively touches me more.

This is what I needed, his touch. All I want right now is for him to fuck me, yes, it's wrong; I simply don't care.

His cold hands send shivers down my whole body as he grabs my waist and we continue to have the best make-out session of my life, he pins me down to the bed and starts to take off my clothing, and then his.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Tom says, sounding genuine. I just nod and he grunted in affirmation and lined his member to my entrance and slowly enters me, I whimper a little and he starts slowly and I can already feel myself getting ready to lose control over this man. I wanted him so bad and now I have him.

He makes slow thrusts at first; then goes faster and I can feel him enjoying himself, I can't help but let a few soft moans escape my mouth and all he can do is smirk. He holds my arms above my head as he makes faster thrusts and lets out a few grunts of pleasure, looking at me now and again to make sure I wasn't in too much pain, now he cares.. he got faster, making me moan then finally, he came.

3:21 am

its been 3 hours since me and Tom.. you know, I'm laid in bed just thinking about what I did tonight, thinking about how wrong it was, but also thinking about how much I enjoyed it, anyways, I get up out of bed and tom is sleeping peacefully and I go downstairs to get a glass of water. 

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