𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴

𝕮𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘

"We should go look for Tom," I said, pulling away. It was just a New Year's kiss. Just a New Year's kiss. Just a kiss. Focus.

"Yeah, sure," he smiled.

We made our way outside, hoping to see him there. We walked through the rows of cars in complete silence.

Looking back, I realize that I should have said something, made some kind of noise to block the silence. Maybe then things wouldn't have happened the way they did.

We heard moaning. Muffled woman's moans coming from a nearby car. I signaled for Bill that we should leave, but then I stopped. I knew that car. I FUCKING KNEW THAT CAR.

I rushed towards it and took a look inside. I shouldn't have.

What. The. Fuck.

"Take me home, Bill," I whispered, tears streaming down my face. Bill kept silent all the way to my car. He helped me get in and then promised to be right back, saying he had to quickly let Gabrielle and Suzanne know that they'd have to take a cab home. About five minutes later, he was sitting next to me as we sped through the streets. There were a lot of people celebrating outside, firing fireworks. It was still a little over 12am.

Everything had happened so suddenly that I had accidentaly left my purse with Gabrielle. I had no house keys, and Georg was still at our parents', so right now we were driving to the Kaulitz' residence.

I didn't want to go there. I didn't want to see Tom's stuff and, even less, his face when he came home; IF he came home. However, I didn't have much choice.

Bill parked my car in their garage, right in Tom's spot. He then walked around to the passenger side and picked me up out of the car. He carried me inside and to the guest bedroom I had once stayed in, laying me down on the bed. He probably understood that I didn't want to be near anything that belonged to Tom personally right now.

"Do you need anything? Water, maybe?" he asked as I took off my shoes.

"No, I'm fine," I sobbed. "Could you just stay and talk to me for a bit? Distract me?"

"Sure, no problem," he smiled, sitting down next to me. "Want to tell me why you're already here and Georg is still at your parents'? Weren't you supposed to come home next week?"

"Yeah, it's actually funny," I said, perking up a bit. "So you know how my dad and I dislike each other?"

"Yeah, you've mentioned something," he said.

"Yeah, well, we're arguing at the dinner table, and suddenly he goes, 'You are not even my daughter,'" I explained, sitting up.

He started to laugh but then covered his mouth. "Fuck, I'm sorry. And what did you say?"

"Thank God."

We looked at each other in silence, a smirk growing on both our lips. Then suddenly we both just started laughing.

"Do you have a new perfume?" I asked, completely out of the blue, once we had calmed down a bit. It just slipped.

"Maybe... You like it?" he asked teasingly. I just shrugged my shoulders with a huge smile. "Maybe."

"Fuck, I'm so mad at myself for the way things ended with us. I would give anything to kiss you right now," he sighed after a small pause, looking straight into my eyes.

"Anything?" I asked. I knew there was one thing he had sworn to never let me touch again, because of what happened last time.

"Anything, Lolita," he promised.

"Hmm," I smirked. "I could really use one of your joints right now."

"Deal," he said, before grabbing me by the neck and pressing his soft lips against mine. No thinking needed.  The kiss was agressive and filled with lust, I loved every second of it.

A few moments later, I pulled away. "So how about that joint, huh?" I asked. He smiled, licked his lips, and went to his room, only to return with a joint and a lighter. He placed it between my lips and then lit it for me. I took a drag and after blowing out the smoke, planted a small kiss on his lips. "Thank you, Billy."

He smiled and took the joint from my hands before taking a drag as well. "You know, you are a tricky little thing."

"Little?" I gasped. He just chuckled. I put out the joint in the ashtray on the nightstand before pushing him down onto the bed. "Do you know who you're talking to?"

He pulled me down next to him and got on top of me. "Do you?" he asked, leaning down to kiss my neck.

"Yes. You are Bill and you are about to get off right about now," I said, starting to tickle him, which made him fall down next to me.

"Okay, you win," he laughed.

After a few minutes, we were both still wide awake. "You know what, we should watch a movie," I suggested, reaching for the remote and turning on the TV. We decided on a horror movie, so I put on 'The Ring'. The TV was in the corner of the room, so I turned to the side with him behind me. He placed a hand on my waist and pressed himself against me. I wasn't going to protest; I was definitely enjoying him being so close.

The first killing scene had passed, and as soon as the boy with the bowl-cut showed up, I started giggling. "What?" he asked. "I cannot with that haircut," I kept laughing. He started laughing as well.

A few scenes later, I shifted into a little more comfortable pose and accidentaly grinded my ass against him and I felt that dick getting hard. He obviously noticed that as well, but we both silently continued to watch the movie.

After that I couldn't focus on the movie anymore, so I decided to tease him a little. I grinded my hips against his once again, and in response, he squeezed my breast with the hand that was holding my waist before. So I grinded my hips again, and this time he pressed himself into me even harder.

I counted to twenty before repeating the previous motion, and he repeated his again. We kept going like this for a few more minutes before he finally slid his hand under my top. I had no bra on, so now we were skin to skin.

"The amount of times you have given me a boner is insane, Lolita," he whispered against my ear.

"Hmm," I hummed, a smirk forming on my lips. I didn't have much to say in response.

He wasn't satisfied with my answer, so he pulled me on top of him. The skirt had pulled up, so now there was even less fabric between us, and his dick was poking my inner tights, so, of course, I shifted myself again. Partially because a position like this wasn't really comfortable for me, but partially on purpose, teasing him once again. I leaned down and pressed my lips against his. He didn't even hesitate before answering my kiss. He held me by my hips, adjusted me the way his dick would be right where he wanted it, and slowly started moving my hips in a circular motion, basically humping me. But I liked it, oh, so much.

His breathing became heavier and more rapid, and our kiss deepened. I lifted myself up and did my best to unbutton his pants. My fingers felt really heavy, so it took me a while, but I was finally able to slide his pants down to his knees, and then he kicked them off completely. His boxers weren't far behind them.

I started stroking him, staring directly into his eyes. His breaths were calm and heavy. I leaned in and slid my tongue from the bottom towards the top. Then I circled it around his tip, our eye-contact never breaking. I wasn't going to give him head- haven't ever done that before and wasn't confident in my skills, so I just stuck to using my tongue for what seemed like a few minutes before his impatience boiled over. He pushed me off himself and got on top, lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties.

He looked down at me, like asking for permision and as soon as I nodded, he slid his dick over my folds a few times, getting it wet enough, before slowly pushing it in. I let out a moan, but was silenced by his lips smashing into mine again. This time, he used his tongue.

I wasn't in any kind of pain, but the feeling was a little overwhelming. I needed a way to let the preasure off, so I bit his bottom lip. Hard. It was hard enough to feel a metallic taste in my mouth. I thought he was going to pull away, but he didn't. Instead, thrusted himself into me a little bit deeper, causing me to let out a ghasp, so I would let go of his lip. Then that petty motherfucker bit mine in response—not as hard to make me bleed, but hard enough. I let out a chuckle.

He started leaving small kisses on my face, trailing down to my neck, where the small kisses turned into possibly giving me a few hickeys. His heavy breathing and quiet moans against my neck were so fucking hot.