2. Love & Death - Tom Kaulitz

the kiss

A.n:

WHO HAS TICKETS FOR THE TOUR?
I just bought my tickets and I'm going to Paris to see them!!!! I've been on tiktok and everyone is saying that they're going— I'm so excited

Enough of my yapping, here's the chapter.
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I blow a kiss to the crowd, and as I walked back, I noticed Tom's wide smile, behind the digital camera he was holding in front of his eyes. I laughed at that— he looked a like a proud dad. We all walked backstage and cheered for each other, even popping open a champagne bottle. "Woohoooo!!" We all cheered, Adriana handing out the champagne full glasses around to the girls. And lastly, she came to me with her glass and mine. "Cheers boo," She smiled, intervening my arm with hers and she drank her glass, and I drunk mine, just like they did in marriages.

"You coming to the after party?" She asked once we had finished our champagne glass. "There's gonna a lot of food." She added, walking towards the pink couch to remove her heels. "I'll have my dinner at home." I smiled, hoping that she would understand that my dinner wasn't actual food..

She laughed loudly, her usual funny laugh and it made my giggle too. "Ohhh...you're having Tom, aren't you?" She teased, poking my waist laughingly. I nodded, laughing uncontrollably at her tickles. I felt Adri stop, and immediatly her hands are replaced by another pair, this time warmer arms, covered by a sweater. I immediately recognized Tom's scent and sweater.

I winked at Adriana, before turning around in Tom's arms, wrapping my hands around his neck. "Hi, baby." He whispered, kissing my lips yearningly. I closed my eyes and leaned in to him, wanting to feel him closer. "Impatient?" He teased, whispering it so one I could hear what he was saying. I kissed his lips again, leading him to my changing room. "Bye, Stella! See you soon!" I heard Adri yell and I smiled in the kiss, blindly waving at her, and giving her a thumbs up.

Tom detached himself from my lips, his pink tinted lips all swollen from our kiss. "You're gonna have to wait till we get home." He said, smirking while playing with his piercing— resistance clear on his beautiful features.

"Let's leave quickly then!" I encouraged, running to the changing room where was written "Stella Klein" on, and hurriedly ran inside, throwing on my sweater and sweatpants over the expensive lingerie. Tom grabbed my hand, kissing it, before leading me outside. He held my hand in his, as we speed-walked to the car.

He unlocked the car, before opening the door for me and hurrying to the other side of the car, his baggy jeans jumping with him, making me slightly giggle. He turned the engine on and drove off. I turned the radio on and our favorite song came on: Beautiful, by Eminem.

"Wooo!" I cheered throwing my hands up in the air, singing along. He placed his veiny hand on my thigh, rubbing it affectionately. I looked at him, smiling. I loved him so much.

The ride back to our house was short, and the second we got out of the car, Tom grabbed my thighs and made me jump, wrapping my legs around his waist. He kissed my lips, my neck, down to my collarbone, basically everything that he could reach from his position.

"I'm dying to be inside you right now." He whispered into my ear. My breath caught and a deep moan escaped my lips. "Me too." I whimpered, my voice pleading and I needed to feel some sort of friction on my heat. Rubbing myself on his hip, it eluded a moan from him. We didn't even make it to the room, we decided to just do it in the kitchen. He continued kissing me touching me, gripping me, my hair, my lips— as if he hadn't seen me in years. I enjoyed it so much.

Positioning me on the chill kitchen counter, I removed his shirt while he removed mine. I ran my hand down his abs, enjoying the feeling of them under my touch as they flexed. "I love you." I said, eyeing his fit body, before kissing him wildly, my hands running up and down his stomach, before stopping right at his jeans. There, I started to tease him, pushing my hand in his boxers without however touching his dick— pushing him. "Mmh, please, Stell." He begged, pulling away, a string of saliva still connected between us.