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WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, eating out, fingering, p in v (missionary and riding), rough kissing, hickey giving, teasing
Me and Tom have been friends since we were babies, growing up together and secretly having a crush on each other, in 2003 Tom was pressured by all of his friends to finally ask me out since he's been talking about me non stop for YEARS.
Our relationship was amazing, it was loving, super romantic and adorable. He took me out for dates every saturday, compiling all of the pocket money he had to get me something.
It was in 2006 where our relationship became rocky, he started to get colder, not taking me out for dates, being out late all the time and lying to me, he'd always blame it on his schedule for the band but I knew it was something more then that, something sinister.
One day I surprised him for his birthday, sneaking into his house and into his bedroom, my heart dropping as I caught him fucking another girl. He got up and covered himself, telling the girl to fuck off and trying to apologise to me, I just threw his present on the floor and stomped on it, running out of the house sobbing.
After that he tried to get me back but eventually gave up, turning sour towards me. Our careers were skyrocketing and this was all happening, people saw us a power couple, we even got crowned cutest couple ever in a german magazine.
Little did they know.
The news broke a month after the break up, I trash talked him to anyone and everyone I could, interviews, talk shows, concerts, everywhere. He did the same back, trying to defend himself from the cheating, saying I was boring and a toxic girlfriend.
I couldn't believe he could even lie, after 3 years he would just put dirt on my name like that? He acts like I didn't help him with his career, encourage him when times were rough.
Fast forward to the present, it's 2008 and both me and Toms careers are at it's peak, we are the top 2 in the charts and selling albums and records like crazy, earning shit loads of money.
Sometimes I did wish I could have him back, I was pissed at him but I still kind of loved him, missed the memories we shared. He threw it all away for what? A stupid ugly bimbo?
Throughout the years he kept up this "player" character, bragging about all the girls he's fucked and making digusting dirty jokes, I couldn't even recognize him anymore.
I was invited to a super exclusive party for famous musicians, I wasn't told who was going, it was a surprise apparently. I was just hoping Tom wouldn't be there, I didn't mind Bill, Gustav or Georg, we still talked even after the drama.
Bill and me were very close, he always told me about the shit Tom would talk, dismissing everything he said. We'd call for hours and spend so much time together.
I wore a skimpy mini skirt and shirt, my cleavage basically spilling out of my shirt. I walked in, the air filled with smoke and sweaty bodies dancing with each other, a disgusting stench lingering in the air.
