Pain of Love - Tom Kaulitz

The Heart Wants What It Wants

A/N: this took hella courage to post cause I hate writing smut sm. but it's just a continuation of last chapter's ending cause I didn't wanna rob yall so yeah sorry for the wait🔥🔥🔥

I'll never get bored of this, each kiss we share constantly feeling as good as the last. As though it were our first.

My heart pounds, my stomach filling with a heat that makes me wonder how I'd ever lived without him.

His lips are addictive. 

He kisses me harder, his tongue slipping into my mouth, hands leaving my face and skimming down my body feverishly and touching any part of it he can.

He clutches onto my waist, clearly in search for something more.

Tom's hands slide lower and I feel a soft tap against the back of my legs. "Jump," he mumbles against my lips, waiting for me to comply.

I don't hesitate. With a quick jump, I push my body off the floor. He catches me and hoists me upwards without breaking our kiss. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, Tom supporting me with his hands on the back part of my thighs, his touch only centimetres away from my ass.

Much to his liking no doubt.

So caught up in the taste of his lips on mine, I don't notice that he's walked us over to his bed until I'm no longer in his arms, my back hitting the plush bedding beneath me. I'm left breathless, my chest rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern, watching as he wastes no time climbing on top of me, pushing my legs apart to move between them.

Our bodies are now pressed against each other, his lips colliding with mine once more. The kiss carries a desperation that was not present before, the music having drowned out to be replaced by our heavy breathing.

My hands attempt to tug the large jacket off his frame. I feel Tom smirk against my mouth before he pauses our kiss to slip out of it with ease, saving me the time.

He doesn't return to my lips like I think he will, instead opting for placing open mouthed kisses upon my jaw, each one growing harsher as he trails them into my neck. I take the time to breathe, my eyes widening when I feel the pressure of his hips grinding into mine, followed by a deep groan that melts into the skin on my neck.

My legs are pushed further back from the action, and as a result, the material of my dress begins to slide upwards. I am in no state of mind to pay any heed to it, nor decipher whether Tom even notices.

However, my thoughts are answered almost immediately when he grips my bare thighs, slowly sliding his hands up the soft skin and collecting the dress as he goes, it now bunched up in ruffles around my hips.

I let out an audible sigh, one that sounds close to a moan as I drop my head back, a mixture of shame and desire taking over at what I'm potentially letting him see. What I'm potentially letting him to do me.

He doesn't stop there. The fabric gets pushed past my hips and stomach before stopping just below my chest, my underwear undoubtedly on display for him when he pulls his head out of my neck.

Tom's eyes darken, lips parted as he stares at the black lace wrapped around my hips. His entire demeanour has shifted as he properly takes in the curves of my body for the first time, the rise and fall of his chest difficult to go unnoticed.

"Fucking hell, beautiful isn't even close to it," Tom breathes out. He's speaking lowly, his voice rough. He sits up slightly, as though trying to get a better view.

Almost as if worshipping my body, he leans down, his kisses traveling slowly up the flatness of my stomach.

"Stop that," I smile, squirming under his hold and suppressing a laugh.