THUGGIN TO LOVIN || TOM KAULITZ

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧

"I fell in love with you, because you loved me even when I couldn't love myself."
—
Tom Kaulitz

How did I get roped into spending the night at her house? No fuckin' clue.

"Okay, so we've moved x to here now." Alexa tapped on her notebook.

"Now what?"

Ion know why she's asking me.

"Girl, ion know." I shrugged.

She glared at me. "Well at least try!"

"Shorty, look, look, I don't give two shits about where we moved x, tell me what the next step is." I shook her shoulders, she threw the pencil at me. "Listen, listen." She reeled me in.

"We subtracted x from here, and added it—"

"Where the fuck is 'here?!'"

"Okay, let me go back to the flashcards." She took them out some index cards.

I sighed, watching as she wrote new shit down to replace our old shit.

We were in her bedroom, the door wide open.

Alexa leant in front of me, her ass slightly picking up off of the floor.

Tits.

My eyes drifted to her tank top, dropping down the middle of her bare chest.

She stayed in that position, hunching over as she wrote down more fuckin' shit. I don't care what it is, I knew it was wrong to look.

She has her fuckin' tits in my face, the fuck do you expect me to do?

They were perfect.

Rosy nipples, they were fucking perky.

And they look like they'd fit so perfectly in my hands, and in my mouth—and oh fuck.

My dick strained against the zipper of my jeans, that hungry beast. It's always ruinin' shit for me. And I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

Her lips slightly parted open, concentrating on her own shit, as I built up my own fantasy.

She sat back up.

I groaned.

"Tom?"

Fuck off.

"I need to use the bathroom." I strangled out.

"Are you good? Your face.. it's red." She pressed her hand against my cheek.

"Pay attention to your—uhm, the fuckin' thing. I'll be back." I took her hand off of me, scrambling away.

—

I'm back.

Had the time of my life.

Now we're back in business.