#tom Kaulitz x male reader

[tokio-motel]

TOM KAULITZ X READER: DREADS TO BRAIDS

・You absolutely loved Tom's dreads, and he was fully aware.

・How you would twirl a strand around your finger, or how you would always put his hair in pigtails or some crazy hairstyle.

・You loved the pretty, brownish blonde color of them, it almost reminded you of honey or the sand at the beach

・He's had dreads for years and years now, you were just so used to them.

・Until one day you drove your car to pick him up, unlocking the car door when you heard a knock on the window. You were distracted, looking out the window before blinking and turning back to Tom, giving a small smile

・The smile fades as you immediately notice something's different.

・"..Hi" he mumbles, giving a awkward smile.

・His long, blonde dreads aren't cascading down his shoulders, instead they are replaced by black braids.

・Your jaw drops as you look at him, he looks so similar but so different at the same time.

・The dark black of the braids enhance his features, bringing out his beautiful brown eyes.

・He seems almost worried or concerned, his sheepish smile fading as he realises you aren't speaking

・"..is it bad? God, I knew I shouldn't have-"

・He groans, his hands going up to cover his face before you grab his wrists in your own hands, you didn't have enough time to fully admire him

・"No..no, no, no. You look so.."

・Your voice trails off as you come to a loss of words. He's so fucking gorgeous it physically hurts you.

・You swallow harshly as you take a single braid between your two fingers and roll your fingers down until you reach the bottom of the braid

・"...you look so fucking perfect, Tom."

・he couldn't stop the smile from stretching across his cheeks, holding back from kicking his feet.

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[cosmicck]

♠︎tom kaulitz(2010) x male reader(smut)

♠︎genre: smut

♠︎warning(s): reader is literally the dumbest mf on the planet(only mentioned), tom is a lil rough, hitting(its chill dw readers into it), breeding kink cuzzzz, new theme but im to lazy to redo this fics theme, aftercare is given off screen cause im not writing alat, reader is a virgin, dacryphilia(i always accidentally add that)

♠︎a/n: not me basing this off of @tokio-motel 's ficsssss what?????(literally pls gimmie ideas)

it was just a little question, that was it. "could two guys have sex?" is what you asked. thing is, you asked it in front of tom. the two of you were close of course and he had gotten used to usual dumb questions, but no never any just like this.

this question had got him going a small bit especially since it was out of nowhere. "wouldn't you like to know?" you did, that's why you asked. and when he asked that you almost looked positive if it was a yes or no answer.

and he sure was giving you the answer, a very clear and visual one at that. i mean even after the first time he asked more than once even as his hand kept rubbing up your thigh, yet the answer was still yes. even when his hand was up at the back of your neck, pulling you closer you had still said yes.

but it was just all jokes right? no, no it wasn't.

your ass had been put up in the air, along with your back being arched to his desire. toms hands squeezed around your waist, as he let in the whore like noises you emitted, it felt like a once in a life time thing to tom.

finally getting what he wanted. "what? you— wanted to know.." he grunted out, continuing his pace enjoying the way his dick would slide in and out of you. it was obvious you were a virgin, nothing to shame about, it was just all the more enjoyable for him.

"tom, i—" your body felt hot and overstimulated, your mind felt all the more blurred as his hips snapped into your backside. "hm?" he continued his pace,

his tip angled to your prostate making you perk up onto your elbows, the noises you were making coming to a stop as the tears glossed over your eyes made way down your cheeks.

"back," he said sternly, his hand moving up from your hip to the side of your thigh making a loud slap noise. "fuck.." you sighed out, your voice trembling as you put yourself back into the position he wanted you in.

"good..just like that." he leaned down kissing your cheek, the bit of your tears getting onto his lips along with the cold feeling of his peircing pressing against your skin.

his cock had angled back to your prostate, the bumpy pleasure making your back threaten to move again but came another slap to the side of your thigh.

"tom– please, i can't–" "can't what?" he interrupted, his pace still brutal. "listen? yeah, i know." your thighs squeezed together at his words, your stomach started to feel weird as you felt something twitch in you.

"what..is that– mh!" you lowered your head, your eyes squeezing together feeling toms pace get sloppier and more messy yet it still didn't stop there.

he sat up, taking a deep breath out as his eyes rolled back then closing together as he had released himself inside of you, making you feel filled.

you tried to pull yourself off, yet you were only flipped over on your back staring right at tom. "round two?" wait, shit there were more rounds?

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[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Eyes On You

Requested?: No/Yes

Description: They ran for a glimpse of him, all eyes on him as you merely walked hand in hand with his eyes on you.

Notes: Italics is in German. Also sorry for starving y'all, but here's a small drabble I got from this TikTok

You could almost laugh at the yells for both you and Tom. The airport filled with fangirls and guys, all there for a glimpse of you two, or if they were lucky, an autograph.

It was hard not to notice the dozen fangirls running, screaming with low cut shirts, short skirts and merchandise with your logo on them.

They wore that while you wore his shirt, and his hand in the pocket of your jeans.

You could feel Tom's pride, almost patting your ass with his hand in your pocket as you playfully rolled your eyes.

"Stop groping me and pay them attention." You said, scoffing playfully once more as the security guards kept you guys in a circle, fans reaching for you.

Tom ignored them, smiling as he shook his head, paying them no mind.

"No. I'd rather pay attention to you."

Tom chuckled, leaning to your ear as you guys walked to the car, evading fans as they chased you guys.

"Plus, you look hot in my shirt."

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[rvzcvx]

PILLOW FIGHT

pairing: 2010 bill x male reader

synopsis: Bill and the reader have been friends since they were children. While spending the night at Bill's, they have a pillow fight and something more happens.

warnings: smut, blowjob, anal, kissing, sub bill, dom reader

a/n: its my first fic so im sorry if there are any mistakes!! you can ask me suggestions because i intend to write more

Bill and m/n had been friends since they were kids. Except Bill didn't know that m/n had a crush on him.

They were currently having a sleepover at Bill's house, which they did almost every day. Tom was away from home as usual, and Bill's parents were away for a week.

They were both lying on the bed and getting ready to sleep, but m/n suddenly felt a pillow hit his face. He opened his eyes and saw Bill above him, looking at him with a sly smirk.

"Is this how you want to play?" m/n said and took his pillow as well, which then placed itself on Bill's face.

They fought for 5 minutes until m/n landed on Bill's chest and looked down at him. "Hm, so what will you do now?" He asked, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Okay, you win" Bill said and rolled his eyes. His cheeks were slightly pink.

They both looked at each other in silence. The only thing that could be heard in the room was their heavy and loud breathing.

M/n looked at Bill as if he wanted to devour him with his eyes. Eventually he started to move closer to him and finally kissed him.

Bill didn't know how to react at first. He opened his eyes wide and wondered what to do. After a while, however, he kissed back and pulled him even closer.

They pulled away from each other for a moment, but then pressed their lips together again. M/n ripped off Bill's shirt and kissed him lower and lower, making eye contact with Bill every now and then, and Bill gave him permission to kiss him there.

Finally m/n's mouth was on Bill's swollen nipple. He kissed it and bit it gently, smiling. Bill writhed beneath him, soft moans and sighs escaping his lips.

After a while, he left his nipple and moved his mouth down to his stomach, leaving a wet mark on his chest.

He hooked his teeth on the waistband of his boxers, which was sticking out from behind the waistband of his sweatpants, and stripped him of his pants along with his boxers.

He took Bill's long member into his mouth, moving his head up and down gently. "Oh fuck" could be heard coming from Bill as he clenched his fists on the sheets.

M/n hearing this just smiled and continued what he was doing, working on Bill's cock with his hands as well.

"Ahh, I can't" Bill said. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and his right hand grabbed M/n's hair and gently ran it through it.

M/n took his entire length into his mouth, making himself gag, and wrapped his tongue around it. Bill felt like he couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" He panted and felt a pleasant knot in his stomach.

In just a moment, M/n felt Bill's cock throbbing in his mouth, and he sucked it even harder. "Ah!" Bill screamed and cummed in his mouth, closing his eyes in pleasure.

M/n swallowed the white substance and kissed Bill on the lips. "It's not over yet" He said with a smile and brought his fingers to Bill's lips. "Suck them" He added.

Bill obeyed his command and began to suck his long and slender fingers. After a while, when they were properly lubricated, M/n took them out of Bill's mouth and placed them against his entrance.

"Are you ready?" He asked. "Yes, please" Bill said and after a while m/n's fingers were inside Bill. M/n moved them gently, at first at a slow pace and then at an increasingly faster pace. When he felt that he was pressing on the right place, he took them out, not letting him cum.

Bill grunted in dissatisfaction, but after a while he felt something bigger at his entrance. He looked at m/n and nodded to him that he could do it and not even a second passed before he groaned.

“Oh, please,” Bill moaned and grabbed m/n's back, digging his long, painted nails into it. "What are you pleading me for?" m/n asked, grabbing his hips and gently sliding into him.

"Please, ah! For you to start moving, oh!" Bill panted barely, and looked into m/n's eyes with a pleading look. M/n smiled and started moving. Slowly at first, then he picked up pace.

Now in the room, apart from their breathing, you could also hear loud moans and the sound of hips hitting each other's hips.

For a few minutes, m/n searched for that right spot until he finally found it. He hit Bill's g spot with a strong moan and entered it completely.

"Ahhh!" Bill cried out and cummed, feeling that knot in his stomach again. M/n kissed him, and thrusted a few more times, and then he cummed inside Bill too.

When he had filled him completely, he pulled his dick out of him and lay down next to him, hugging him and placing soft kisses on his lips.

“I love you” m/n said. "I love you too" Bill replied with a blush on his face and then he snuggled into him and closed his eyes.

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[colbyskies]

Situationship

Tom Kaulitz x Male!Reader 8.1k Words Throughout the stressful few months, Tom and M/n always find their way back to each other. Using each other to relieve themselves of their stress and worrying. Whether M/n is taking full control of the situation or Tom is using M/n to his will, they both are using each other. No one knows that behind the closed doors of their bedrooms they’re engaging in something they never imagined they would. 

“Tell me about your day, baby,” M/n says, kneeling on the floor while unzipping Tom’s pants. M/n knows exactly how his day went, a busy day full of photoshoots and interviews. Annoying interviewers breathing down their necks and asking personal questions about their love lives or personal health. Thankfully, it is the band’s last busy day for a week, a vacation long overdue for the teens. 

Throughout the stressful few months, Tom and M/n always find their way back to each other. Using each other to relieve themselves of their stress and worrying. Whether M/n is taking full control of the situation or Tom is using M/n to his will, they both are using each other. No one knows that behind the closed doors of their bedrooms they’re engaging in something they never imagined they would. 

Is it something either of them wanted? Yes, but in this way? No. What they both want is need, want, support, desire, affection, something they can come back to at night, but they only bargained a couple of their chips. Leaving them as friends with benefits, a label they never put to their casual dance, but something they both know to be true.

Tom’s back is against the now locked door to his bedroom in the band’s shared house, M/n on his knees in front of him. The sudden contact of M/n's cold hand on his hard cock elicits a sharp moan from the guitarist as he thrusts his hips into the others hand. 

“Photoshoots…ahh..” Tom groans as M/n takes him whole, swallowing his cock down his throat. “I…Interviews..” He manages to stutter out over the immense pleasure on his lower half. God he needs this, he needs the feeling of M/n’s warm mouth on the tip of his cock, taking him further with each suck. The cold feeling of his tongue piercing brushing along a vein on his dick and swirling his tip, teasing his slit every so often. M/n sucks him so well, hallowing his cheeks going down with an open throat and sucking as he pulls back. 

His hands dig into M/n’s hair, pulling him off his dick and bringing his face to his. “Kiss me,” Tom whispers against M/n’s lips. The other complies, kissing him hard, pushing him further against the door—trapping him. With his hands on either side of Tom’s head, he lets one of them trail down Tom’s waist until he reaches the end of his oversized shirt. He pulls eagerly, raising it to let his hand rest on Tom’s toned stomach. The sensation dragging another muffled moan from the back of Tom's throat. 

Tom helps him and pulls the rest of his shirt off, leaving his upper body exposed to the cool elements causing him to shiver. M/n drags him away from the wall and pushes him into the bed, Tom gasps as his back hits the mattress. Something he is very used to by now. Always being thrown around the bedroom by M/n, sometimes throwing him around himself but not usually. M/n takes on more of an authoritative role and he knows for a fact that if that got to the rest of the band, they would make his life a living hell.

If Tom is being honest, sometimes he wants what's going on between the two of them to be heard. He wants everyone to know what they’re doing, what M/n is doing to him more specifically. It pains him to know that M/n can’t be his. At least not in the way he truly wants. 

M/n undresses the rest of his body slowly, like he always does. He says he’s savouring every bit—wanting it to last. Tom loves it. He loves the attention M/n gives him as he kisses down his body, sticking to certain sides or certain pressure points M/n has learned. 

His teeth graze over Tom’s body causing him to shudder, his breathing quickly becoming erratic. The crook of Tom’s neck has grown all too familiar with M/n’s soft touch. M/n doesn’t know if he wants to devour every part of him or worship his beautiful body, all he does know is that it’s his name he wants Tom to scream out. 

So he trails further. 

“You’re so beautiful, Tom.” M/n mumbles kissing his chest. God, the way he says his name makes his heart beat a hundred miles per second. His breathing almost in time with that. All he wants is M/n—in any way the other will serve. 

“Every piece of you is gorgeous.” He kisses his stomach this time, eliciting a moan from the guitarist. Every touch sends him into a spiral, wanting more. He’s never known such hunger before he and M/n drunkenly had sex for the first time. It sent him into oblivion. Loving the feeling of his arms wrapped around his body, his cock inside of him, his breath against his neck, just the thought of their first night together gets him hard. 

Tom hears the lube bottle opening before he feels a cold finger pressing against him. Instinctively, he spreads his legs to give M/n more space. M/n has a ritual it seems, with the way he pulls Tom under his current, ripping him out to sea with pleasure. It’s always the same routine, circling him before he pushes in a finger, waiting until Tom is a moaning and whimpering mess, begging him for more. Only then will he add the next finger, it’s in those moments where Tom hates that he’s a boy. If he was a girl this would be far quicker, he’d be able to feel M/n’s cock brushing against his prostate in a more timely manner. 

M/n has explained to him many times why he likes to drag out stretching him, “It makes your orgasm better,” Tom can’t deny it, but God does he hate it. 

While Tom is daydreaming, M/n removes his clothes and soon after the third finger is added he presses himself into Tom.

Tom looks up at M/n his eyes half-lidded as he breathes himself away from the edge, pulling away from the very thing he desires. M/n feels so good inside him, the way his cock twitches ever so slightly with each small movement. “Move.” Tom whispers, wrapping his legs around M/n’s waist and pulling him closer to him. His arms are wrapped around his neck pulling him into his chest, needing him closer.

M/n starts out slow this time, pushing in and out of Tom with no rhythm in mind, building a pace as he goes. Every time they have sex it’s different, sometimes it starts out fast, desperate, needy. Other times it’s slow, painfully so. A pace perfect when dragging out small whines from Tom, a pace that makes him desperate. Then other times it starts out slow but quickly builds into a fast pace, holding them both above the edge for only minutes before allowing them both to fall over. 

That’s how it is now. M/n using Tom to bring them both to the edge, quickly. The pace is almost excruciating. Tom calls out M/n’s name, his heart rate pounding strongly against his ribs. Just for a second Tom wonders if the others can hear them, if they can hear the moans coming from both of them, the way the bed hits the wall every other thrust, or the whimpers as Tom begs M/n to go faster. 

“Please.. M/n…Fuck God..Im so close..” Tom whimpers, digging his nails into M/n back, dragging them from his shoulders to his waist. They both said not to mark each other, but after the second time they couldn’t hold back from bruising the other. 

His dreads are damp from the combined sweat forming around the two of them. “Me too baby, god you're so perfect, so good for me.” Tom whines at the praise, pulling M/n closer to him causing the other to adjust slightly. The change making M/n hit his prostate with every thrust. 

“Oh fuck…ahh…” Tom cries out, throwing his head back into the pillows, his mouth open and his brows knitted together. “Fuck…I love you..” the guitarist moans, falling over the edge. Tom’s legs shake from their spot around M/n’s waist and the other groans from the way Tom clenches around his dick. With one final thrust M/n falls over the edge too. 

“What did you say?” M/n asks, concerned. Tom looks up at him with wide eyes, finally realizing what he said to the other right before they both came down from their high. The other quickly pulls out of Tom and puts his clothes on. Usually he stays to clean Tom up and make sure he’s okay, but that confession—if that's even what to call it—shook him to his core. 

“M/n–” 

“No Tom, we can’t get involved like that. You clearly have developed feelings. I can’t– We can't. I'm sorry.” With a look of remorse on his face he moves to the doorframe, giving Tom one last glance before walking out and down the hall to his vacated room. Tom lays in his bed naked and motionless, regretting the words that accidentally fell from his mouth in a moment of vulnerability. The feeling of rejection brews in his stomach and he almost wants to throw up at the feeling of come, from the person who rejected him, inside of him still. 

He wants to take a shower, to wash off the decision he made. Maybe pretend like the last year never happened. That the two of them hadn’t fallen into the curse of casual, no strings attached, sex, but it had and Tom fucked it up by catching feelings. He fucked up. He fucked up so bad. 

M/n probably won't look at him the same, maybe just avoid him altogether. That thought in and of itself hurts Tom to think about. His chest aches for the relief of seeing him down the hallway and knowing that later that night they’ll be entangled in each other and their sheets, but that won’t happen anymore. 

Tom rolls over in the bed, pulling one of his pillows to his chest. Ironically, it’s a pillow that smells a lot like M/n. Sobs rack his body, God did he fuck up. Out of all the things to fuck up, it just had to be this? Tom had convinced himself that if he couldn’t have M/n the way he really wanted at least he got to see his most intimate moments, but now he doesn’t even have that. 

He fucked up so bad.

— — — — —

Tom has been lying in bed for hours only in his boxers. His body now covered by his duvet, which had fallen to the floor during their earlier activities. His head, chest, and eyes ache from sobbing into his pillows. 

He hears four knocks at his door and with everything he hopes that it is M/n coming to apologize for rejecting him. To hold him and tell him that he was sorry, that he just freaked out, but that he loves Tom just as much as the other. 

“Tom?” The voice is his brothers. He groans into his pillow, his heart clenching as his hopes are crushed once again. “Tom, can I come in?” Bill doesn’t wait for an answer before he opens the door, only to see his older brother in shambles. 

“Fuck Tom, what happened?” Bill asks moving to sit behind Tom. Just at the question, everything comes running back to Tom and he starts to sob again. “Tom..” Bill whispers sadly, he has rarely ever seen Tom like this, only a couple of times. When he told Bill he no longer wanted to live and when their biological father had left them. Every time it broke Bill's heart.  

Bill rubs a hand up and down Tom’s sides before hugging him in an awkward position. “Bill, it hurts.” Tom turns around in his bed and hugs his brother's waist, needing some form of comfort. Despite knowing nothing of what happened, Bill continues to comfort Tom. 

“It’s okay, Tom. It’s okay.” He reassures, holding his brother back with as much force as his brother is holding him. It’s times like these where Bill wishes they never had a twin bond, being able to feel the amount of pain Tom is in makes him want to cry into his brother's arms too. But he can't. He knows that he has to hold his ground for Tom, just like Tom has always done for him.

“You need to take a shower, you smell,” Bill mumbles, the smell of sex still clinging to Tom’s skin. Bill releases Tom from his hug to go find him clothes to wear. Bill pulls Tom out of bed and drags him down the hall to the bathroom. 

Bill is observant of the way Tom hides his eyes, refusing to look to the door where their bandmate is probably sleeping. Bill is always observant, always noticing the little things about people, their changes in personality, or even changes between two people. The way a relationship might change between two individuals. Bill can tell that the relationship between Tom and M/n has changed very drastically, but he doesn’t want to assume, so he keeps his thoughts to himself. 

“I’ll be waiting for you in your room for when you’re done,” Bill tells Tom after he starts the water for him. Tom refuses to look at his brother, keeping his eyes casted on the ground before he nods slowly. Bill smiles comfortingly, despite knowing the other can’t see it, he hopes that he can at least feel it. 

Bill leaves the bathroom and makes his way to Tom’s room. He removes his sheets and brings it all down the laundry room to wash, then covers Tom’s bed in a new set of sheets. Tom takes long showers, so he doesn’t have to worry much about time. Once he’s done he makes his way to the room of the person he really wants to talk to. 

He knocks a couple of times before the door opens to a dishevelled boy. “What's up, Bill?” M/n asks, his words slightly slurred. Of course he knows. 

“Just wanna talk,” Bill says kindly. He is so good with faking what he’s thinking it's almost scary. M/n always claps Bill on the back for the way he handles all the bad shit said to him during interviews, he always smiles and nods while the rest of them struggle to sit still waiting to beat the shit out of the interviewer. I guess that's why Bill’s the frontman, he can keep his cool—most of the time at least. 

M/n says nothing, but opens his door wider as an invitation. He takes a seat on his bed while Bill sits on the chair across from him. 

“What did you do to Tom?” The question is anything but nice, Bill's sharp tone causing M/n to flinch slightly in his seat. 

“I didn’t–”

“Don't give me that bullshit, M/n. I know something happened between you two, he hasn't acted like this in a long time.” Bill stares pointedly at M/n, watching his every move. The way he nervously runs his hands up and down his thigh or bites at his nails. Bill hates when people bite their nails, simply because he does it himself and he hates that it’s a nervous tic he acquired. 

“How do you know it was me?” M/n refuses to meet the others eyes staring at his thighs or his floor. Wanting nothing more than to curl in on himself. It’s not his fault Tom caught feelings, it’s not his fault he's not ready for anything more than casual sex. 

“Because he was a lot happier when you were closer, nothing could break him this much besides you.” The way he words it strikes M/n hard, his eyes well up with tears, but he fights them with everything he has. 

He’s not ready for something like that. What Tom wants from him he can't give. He can’t be there for Tom like he should, he can’t show him the affection he deserves, Tom is so much better than M/n and deserves someone who will treat him like royalty. That isn’t him. 

“You know what has been going on between us, I know you do. I also know that you know exactly what happened, so stop asking me about it and ask your brother who should be more than happy to share his side of things.” M/n’s tone is harsh, finally looking at Bill with a glare, his hands in fists on his legs. Bill hates this side of M/n, the side of him that gets defensive at every wary glance or questioning stare. He can’t show that he is vulnerable so instead he attacks whoever tries to push him to that point. 

“You’re such an asshole, M/n,” Bill scoffs annoyed, before standing up and leaving his room with a slam of his door. It's not like he doesn't like Tom like that, because he does, he just can’t get involved. He’s too scared. 

— — — — —

Knowing that he is living under the same roof as the boy that just rejected him pains Tom. How is he supposed to live comfortably knowing that every moment they pass each other will be an uncomfortable moment? Or how will the shows be now? Fans will definitely be able to see the tension in their lack of chemistry on stage. Bild is going to catch wind and blow everything up in their face. 

Tom can just imagine the rumours going around about one of them leaving the band or being kicked out, just wanting to finish the tour before having to get a new member. If Tom hadn’t gone and ruined everything by saying those three fucking words, everything would still be normal. Or at least as normal as casual sex with your best friend can be. 

He sits on his bed wrapping a towel around the dreads he failed to keep dry under the shower. His eyes still ache from crying, he can imagine his face is red and puffy. Tom has never been this upset over rejection before, yeah obviously it’s happened in the past, but not in a while and usually not by someone he actually has feelings for. It's pathetic honestly. 

His thoughts are interrupted by Bill walking into his room. “Hey, you okay?” His voice is soft and kind, like it always is. Something Tom grew up hearing and still loves the way he can comfort him by the sound alone. 

“Yeah,” Tom mumbles, his voice hoarse. He always hated being vulnerable around people, especially his brother. He is the older brother even if it's only by a few minutes. Being the protector is just what he grew into, Bill shouldn’t have to worry about if he’s okay or not, that's not his responsibility. 

Bill takes a deep breath from beside him, his hands resting in his lap as he plays with his fingers. “I know what's been going on between you two, I’ve known for a while.” Tom's heart drops, shit. “And no, I don't hate you or anything for liking guys. I’ve had my fair share of exploring myself, I just hate to see this side of you Tom.” The guitarist's rising heart rate evens out and he tries to distract himself by squeezing the water out of his dreads. “I’m not saying you need to talk to me about it, but I'm opening that line of communication.”

Tom takes a deep breath trying to push himself away from the edge of tears, though even if he wanted to he probably doesn’t have anything left in him to cry. “It's been going on for a while, maybe a year now? Basically I told him I loved him, I don’t know why I would fucking say that.” Tom snickers hiding his head in his hands. 

“Tomi, that's not your fault.” Bill hugs Tom from the side, Tom hugging him back. “We were perfect Billa, then I just had to go and bring feelings into it.”

“That wouldn’t have worked out and you know that. Eventually, your feelings would have eaten you alive.” Of course he knows that, he knew that the second he started to catch feelings. He just wanted M/n to treat him even the slightest way of what he really needed from him and if that was just sex then that’s how it was. Tom would have to learn to deal with it. 

“Why doesn’t he love me, Billa?” Bill feels tears brim his eyes, Tom doesn’t deserve this. He deserves to feel loved and be loved, to be held and told that everything will be okay. 

“I’m not sure that's true, Tomi.” Bill knows that M/n likes him back, he just won't act upon it for whatever reason. Instead he leaves Tom to feel this awful pain like the selfish dickbag he is. 

“What do you mean?” Tom breaks out of the hug, looking at Bill for the first time in a couple hours. His eyes are red and puffy from crying, tear stains marking his cheeks. 

“M/n..He’s very closed off as I’m sure you know. You might’ve just freaked him out, maybe he feels the same way but is scared to make something of it.”

“I don’t get why though.” Tom looks away from Bill taking in what he said. Processing it slowly, does M/n really like him back? Is he just too scared to admit it to himself? Why would he let Tom feel like this if he did? 

“I don't either, Tomi.”

It doesn’t feel like it matters now though. Not when M/n probably won’t talk to him, won’t look at him— when M/n can barely be in the same room as Tom. Tom doesn’t want to lean into Bill's words, because what if Bill is wrong? What if M/n just hates him now and that’s that? Realistically, that’s probably it. Didn’t Tom cross such a line when he fell for M/n anyways? And to confess mid orgasm— the line has been erased, it’s gone, there is no line because now, after that, there is nothing. 

— — — — —

It’s been a couple of days, the behaviour from the two boys has raised suspicion from the G’s. They constantly try to corner one of them and ask what’s wrong, Bill usually comes to Tom's aid, but M/n is left to fend for himself. He comes up with bullshit excuses one after the other, of course Tom heard them all. Every time they would corner M/n he listens to what they’re saying, trying to figure out what he's going to say to get the G’s off his back. And each time he walks away more hurt than the last. 

It seems that whatever M/n says as an excuse is always putting the blame on Tom, “Toms just being moody…Tom tried to punch me or something…Tom can’t get his head straight…” Each fucking time it’s Tom, the fucking nerve M/n has to continuously blame him is astonishing. 

Then he has the nerve to try and talk to Tom? To try and get him to talk back to him? M/n has tried talking to Tom many times this week, knocking on his door in the middle of the night when Bill is asleep, cornering him while he gets himself food or a drink of water. Tom ignores him every time, sick and tired of listening to the lies he tells himself and everyone else. 

But tonight neither of them are lucky enough to avoid each other. The G’s and Bill have gone out to dinner and a movie, something that Tom and M/n aren't interested in. Surprise. Surprise. Yet, they hoped the other would be so they could get the house to themselves to just fucking think without the consistent noise. 

The first hour flies by fast, M/n locked away in his room while Tom sits on the couch downstairs watching a show he recently started. 

Around the second hour M/n grows restless, knowing that now is the only opportunity he’ll probably get to talk to Tom, so he throws on a shirt and walks downstairs. He sees Tom sitting on the couch, snacking on some skittles Bill bought for him. Bill always buys everyone something during his shopping sprees, this time M/n was the only one Bill didn’t buy anything for. 

He sits beside Tom despite his best judgement. Tom ignores him, refusing to look at him, offer him his food like he has in the past, or catch him up on the show. 

“Tomi.” M/n starts, his hand sweating nervously as he rubs them together. 

“Dont fucking call me that.” Tom snaps, still watching the TV. His hands in fists on his basketball shorts. 

“Tom, please talk to me, stop ignoring me. I like you too, Tom.” The other confesses, trying to get Tom to say anything to him. 

Tom looks over to M/n pissed off, his jaw clenched so much M/n fears that it hurts. “Stop ignoring you? After you let me sit in the pain of being rejected!” M/n says nothing, looking away from Tom. Regret seeping into him as his heart aches. “Why didn’t you fucking tell me?!” The million dollar question that M/n has some bullshit excuse for. Excuse after fucking excuse. 

“Because I was–I am scared.” 

“You were scared? Scared of what? Crawling out of your self centred shell?!” M/n’s heart speeds up. He’s terrified. Terrified of what that even means—being together. Being one, growing dependent on one another. How is he supposed to handle that? Especially with a boy in 2008. A boy. People get killed for shit like that all the time, they’re famous. How are they supposed to hide something that big from the entire world?

“Now Tom you know that’s not true,” M/n says trying to ease Tom away from his anger, pull him into him like he used to do every night. What if he can’t fix this? What if their relationship is really broken now? 

“Do I? I don’t even fucking know you any more! What else have you been hiding from me?!” Tom's words strike M/n. Does he really think that way? Does he think that he’s been hiding stuff from him like that? “You left me wondering if we were even still friends! You just left! What the hell was I supposed to think M/n? How was I supposed to feel?” Tom's eyes are wide, his heart is beating twice as fast and tears start to brim his eyes the more the conversation continues.

“Tom. I can’t tell you how to feel. I'm sorry, okay? I really am. I'm just. I am so fucking scared to be in a relationship right now and with a boy? That's even more scary. What if we can't hide it? You know the state of the world right now is not that good. How can we hide something that big from Bild or the fucking fans.” Tom stays quiet, allowing M/n to tell him everything. To share why exactly he let Tom sit on his broken heart for days while M/n spread lies about why they truly stopped talking. 

“I hate being famous sometimes Tom, everything we do, every time we breathe, its a fucking headiner. I don’t want to put you at risk, Tom. I love you and I am so fucking scared because ive never felt this way before, I dont know how to act upon this. I don't want to get hurt in the process.” M/ns crying now, tears falling quickly down his pale cheeks. He refuses to look at Tom, not wanting him to see him this vulnerable. 

Tom aches for him, but he can’t forgive him that fast. He can’t let M/n think what he did is okay, what he said to the G’s and what he let Tom believe. None of it is okay. Honestly, Tom doesn’t know if he can trust him right now. 

“I am too. I don’t want this to get out because of all the hate it will bring but I do still love you. If I'm going to be completely honest though, I don't know if I can trust you as I once did. After what you said to the G’s and how you handled this situation. You could’ve told me from the start M/n.” Tom looks at the other, the tears in his eyes falling, all of the emotions he hides under an angry mask falling. His heart clenches in his chest for all he wants to do is bring the other in his arms, hold him and be held back. But he can’t. 

“I need time, M/n, to recover from this. I don’t know how long, but I hope you can wait for me.” M/n smiles sadly, he knows that he fucked up. The way he handled all of this is just unbelievably fucked. It hurts knowing he can’t have Tom right now, but he’ll just have to deal with it. The same way Tom did. 

“I understand, Tom. I'll wait for you.” M/n pulls Tom into a hug, the other tensing at first before easing into his touch. Fuck. It would make his life so much easier to just forgive and forget right now, but he knows he shouldn't. The relationship would be strained and he can’t do that to M/n. He can’t do that to himself. 

— — — —

The months have passed by really fast. The band is on another tour, this time in the states. Somewhere they always wanted to stay for a long while and it just so happens that David decided that Tom and M/n would be rooming together in their hotel. He used the excuse that to buy five separate hotel rooms would be insane. Bill is the only one that got his own room, he practically begged the management, saying that if he didn’t he wouldn’t be his ‘best self’ or some bullshit like that. Both of them have grown more comfortable with each other, Tom starting to trust M/n more. Lean into his touches, reach out for closeness, things were finally going back to normal. 

So after a long night of clubbing, Tom and M/n make their way back to their shared room. Both of them have come down from the effects of the alcohol they drank, one could say they were completely sober. 

M/n struggles to get the keycard to work and allow the door to unlock so Tom knocks him to the side and does it himself. “First try,” Tom says with a smirk. Fucking cocky bastard. Both of them walk into the room, only to notice that it only has one bed. What fucking joke is being played right now?

Tom looks slightly bothered but continues further into the room, setting the stuff he brought with him on the side where the management had placed his bags. M/n makes his way to the opposite side of the room doing the same thing, both of them dig through their bags looking for something to sleep in for the night.

“M/n?” Tom calls out the others' names, still searching for something to wear.

“What's up?” 

“Can I borrow one of your sweatpants or shorts? I can't seem to find mine and I don't want to throw my clothes around.” M/n is a bit taken aback by the question but compiles anyway. 

“Yeah, sure.” M/n says searching through his bag for something that would fit Tom comfortably. Eventually settling on a pair of grey sweatpants. “Here.” He throws them in Toms direction, the other catching them with his hand before heading to the bathroom to change.

The second Tom walks out of the bathroom, M/n is left to face his feelings head on. Yeah, Tom has worn his clothes before, but he looks so good in that pair of grey sweatpants M/n gave him. M/n always likes when Tom wears tighter clothing, now is no different. 

And there’s that stupid warmth in M/n’s heart again– the kind that he could never truly ignore. Yeah, sure, he wants nothing more than to fuck Tom stupid after seeing him in his clothes; but under all of that, he wants to hold Tom close and whisper promises of love into his ear until he never doubts how M/n feels. 

“What?” Tom asks, genuinely confused by the others stare. 

M/n’s adams apple bobs as he swallows his rising nerves. “Nothing, you just look really good in my clothes.”

Tom’s cheeks dust pink, but he ignores it as he continues to drop off his dirty clothes into his bag. “I love you M/n.” He whispers more so to himself, not expecting the other to respond. 

Despite how much they’ve changed over the past couple of months, he's still scared. Scared M/n will wake up one day and change his mind, scared he’s too much to handle, scared that M/n won’t want such a big commitment after seeing how Tom is like in a relationship. Every day he seems to be reminding himself that the other has changed. M/n tries to be physical with him without breaking his boundaries, tries to get closer to him, to understand him better and Tom really does appreciate that. But still, there's a thought in the back of his mind terrified to start something with him. 

“I love you too, Tomi,” The other says back, his voice seemingly closer than it was a second ago, almost directly behind the guitarist. Is he really ready for this? Ready for something this big? It’s a big step in their relationship, something that will change them forever. A commitment that will change the vibe of the band altogether if something were to happen between them, is that worth the risk? Is M/n worth that risk? 

His heart beats heavy against his ribs as he leans his face closer to M/n’s, his lips right next to the shell of his ear.

“Prove it.” He whispers before pulling back and gently pressing their lips together, both of their eyes fluttering closed. The kiss is warm, familiar, not rushed like their others. M/n’s lips are soft against his. Tom’s heart feels like it's going to burst out of his chest, his nerves jittering inside of him with both fear and want. The warmth blooming in his heart is overwhelming, yet familiar, something he has always pushed aside not wanting to give himself to the feeling. He wants to feel loved, he wants to feel needed, desired. He wants to feel it in every touch, every kiss, every whisper against his skin. He wants to really feel it. “Make love to me.”

It is then when M/n falls under Tom's spell for once, pushing their lips together roughly. Something he missed so much. Their breathing becomes hard and ragged together, touches go from light to needy.

M/n holds Tom’s face in his hands, feeling the soft tears falling from his eyes—relief. “I love you so much, baby.” M/n reassures, pulling Tom impossibly closer. They both taste of alcohol and cigarettes from earlier that night. 

Tom is the first to pull away, “I thought I had lost you, that I fucked stuff up so bad between us that you would never talk to me again.” Tom refuses to look in M/n’s eyes, keeping his eyes on his hands playing with the hem of the other's shirt. 

M/n grabs Tom’s chin, forcing the guitarist to look at him. “You will never lose me, Tom. Never.” He brushes his hands through his dreads, grabbing the base of Tom’s neck and pushing his face back into his. The kiss is deep, desperate, longing, a sensation neither of them allowed themselves to feel. Tom feels drunk on M/n, the way his hands slide from his neck to his chest, smoothing out his shirt, or the way his mouth pulls on his lip piercing. M/n drives him crazy. 

M/n starts to suck on his piercing, playing with the jewellery on Tom’s lip, eliciting a quiet moan from the other. Tom does the same, sucking on M/n’s upper lips as the other controls them, moving them closer to the bed. M/n’s lips move from his lips, down his jawline, then his neck, finding his sweet spot almost instantly. Heat rises in Tom’s stomach as he presses himself further into M/n. 

M/n’s butterfly-like kisses grow deeper, pulling Tom under. Deep, needy kisses glue to his neck, dragging small moans from Tom. The guitarist grows hotter the more the seconds pass and oh does it affect M/n too. The sound of Tom’s panting and breathy moans shoots bolts down to M/n’s groin almost making the other grind his hips down. The idea of making love to Tom, the person he’s been lusting over—loving—for years now causes his head to fill with fog and desire. 

M/n leads Tom further onto the mattress, pushing him down against the pillows on the top of the bed, his hands skillfully working Tom’s shirt from his body as Tom does the same to him. Soon both of them are only in their boxers, grabbing at each other with desperate hands. 

Tom’s head is filled with beautiful fog, only focused on the way M/n’s mouth follows a line down his chest. His nipple is caught in the other's mouth, his mouth pulling and nipping at the sensitive skin. Tom grows restless, needing something more. He grinds up into M/n hoping the other will meet his hips and give him that long awaited friction he’s needed for months.

Thankfully, he gets the message, following Tom’s hips back into the mattress, pressing him further into the black satin sheets. He whimpers, holding his hand over his mouth to muffle the sound so that his brother in the next room doesn't hear their activities. M/n sucks and bites at his nipples hard, pulling moans from the deepest parts of his chest, leaving marks on every part of Tom's body he allows him to touch.

When M/n pulls away to admire the way Tom looks under him, he is greeted with the sight of a rightfully debauched boy. His cheeks dust pink, his hand covers his mouth, and his chest rises and falls at a quick pace.

“Please, M/n. I need you,” Tom pants, removing his hand from his mouth to pull the other closer to him, urging him to do more. 

“Of course, angel.” M/n softly kisses Tom’s parted lips as his hand trails to the waistband of Tom’s boxers.

“Oh god, please.” Tom begs, thrusting his hips into M/n’s hand with a whimper. 

M/n removes both of their boxers and presses their naked cocks together harshly, pulling groans from both of them. Tom’s hands rush to meet M/n’s chest, brushing his hands over his nipples and over his muscular shoulder before trailing his hands down to his waist, squeezing the excess skin. M/n almost loses his footing, consumed by the feeling of Tom’s hands on his body. 

They both crave the intimate touch of the other. “I need you, M/n. Fuck just hurry.” M/n takes that as his sign to start stretching Tom. He grabs the lube he had hidden in a pocket of his bag and opens it with shaky hands. Yes, they’ve done this before, but it didn’t mean as much as it does now. 

He coats his fingers in a thick layer, before pressing his first finger into Tom, completely ignoring the ritual he developed. He just needs Tom, now more than ever. He loosens him quickly, always slightly pushing against his prostate, teasing him, leaving the other a moaning mess.

“Are you ready?” M/n asks with a light kiss on the side of Tom’s collarbone. 

“Please.” Tom’s head fills with worry, not about the sex about what comes after. They need to talk, think about their options before they move into something more serious. Tom needs to talk to Bill, get his opinion and hope that he doesn’t fill his head with opposite emotions. 

M/n pushes into Tom, pulling Tom out of his worries. Tom’s arms wrap around the others shoulders the further he pushes in. Despite having done this many times, he will never get used to the feeling of being stretched in places deeper than M/n’s fingers could reach. 

M/n thighs shake from holding back the need to thrust in and out of Tom at a fast pace. His breath quickens as he is enveloped further into Tom. Tom is divine. His voice, his touch, the way he can bend M/n to his will, he loves every part of Tom. His being is angelic and he took that for granted before, but never will he do that again. 

M/n's skin burned under the pressure of Tom's fingernails, as Tom’s chest heaved. Tom’s legs were wrapped around his thighs, breathy little ahhhs escaping his lips. M/n waits for Tom to feel comfortable to start the pace himself and only begins to move when Tom rocks into his cock. The feeling almost overwhelming at first, M/n hits Tom’s prostate with precision each time M/n thrusts back into him. 

The heat in each of them flows into their body stronger, almost burning them. It moves from their chests to their abdomens, steadily holding onto their bodies and building more and more with each deep push. 

Tom’s breathing speeds up and they both know that he’s close. Close to being pushed over that edge he’s been yearning for, for months. Months he went untouched by M/n longing for a moment where the other would hug him or brush their hands together. He buries his face into M/n’s neck, his hot breath warming the other’s skin. 

“I’m close… Faster.” Tom huffs out of breath, thrusting his hips into M/n in time with the others pace. Growing their heat into a ball of fire. 

Tom is the first to expel that heat, falling from heaven as his thighs shake and his hips jerk back into M/n. M/n uses him, pressing against his prostate with each thrust leaving Tom to cry and whine at the overstimulation and abuse on his body. M/n falls over the edge too, falling onto Tom as he comes down from his high, his body shaking still. 

He slides off of the guitarist and lays beside him, both of them breathing heavily. 

“Thank you,” Tom pants, holding his arm on his forehead. His eyes are closed, reminiscing the pleasure he just felt. It is nothing like the way they would fuck every night, this is far different. This holds more importance. This is real. 

“I love you, Tom.” M/n whispers into the other's hair, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him towards his chest. He means it and he hopes that Tom can feel his honesty in each word. 

“I love you too.” Tom mumbles tiredly, pushing himself back into M/n’s embrace allowing the other to hold him. For the first time in a while, Tom finds comfort in M/n’s embrace, missing it. With each breath fanning over his neck from the other or the way his chest presses more into his back as he inhales, he falls into a deeper sleep. Realizing only then that M/n never needed to prove it to him, he meant it from the start. He never wanted to hurt Tom, he needs Tom just as much as Tom needs him. Tom soon falls asleep to the feeling of the others' steady heart rate on his back, lulling him to sleep. 

— — — —

M/n is awake when Tom opens his eyes, Tom smiles as he rubs at his aching eyes. The events from the night before stir in his mind and for the first time in a while he's scared. He's scared of M/n, scared of what happened, scared of what's to come. He needs to think. He needs breathing room, but he fears that he’s already asked too much of M/n. He’s asked him to wait and he did just that, but if he asks him again after coming onto him it would just seem like he's playing him. Tom just needs to be careful, he doesn’t want his heart broken again. 

Tom gets out of bed first, stretching his aching body from the hours of playing on stage last night and the partying. His head pounds, despite getting back sober he still feels hungover. His body catches up to him too fast sometimes. M/n just watches him, almost scared that if he makes the wrong move Tom will leave him again. Though that is highly unfair for him to say. 

Tom walks to the bathroom to relieve himself and to think about everything. To put everything in his head onto a platter and observe what he’s feeling. He’s never been good with his feelings, always trying to shove them away into some hidden compartments, but now more than ever he needs to actually think about what he wants from this.  

Soon he hears rustling from outside the door, clearly M/n trying to figure out how to use the shitty coffee machine in the hotel room. His attempts seem to be futile by the continuous swearing coming from beyond the door. 

Tom wants this. He wants to wake up next to the other every day, be allowed to casually kiss him without having to worry about crossing a line, he wants him. He wants what M/n can offer. Tom is ready to open himself up to the other and put all his trust in him. He wants to do it right this time.

The guitarist opens the bathroom door and laughs at the sight before him. M/n struggling with the coffee machine, clearly on the edge of throwing it out the window.

“Look at you, trying to be a good boyfriend and make me coffee.” Tom smiles, leaning against the doorframe to the bathroom. 

M/n looks at him shocked, freezing for a moment, his mouth agape. “Well it's the least a boyfriend can do, but apparently the stupid coffee machine doesn't work. So how about I take you to that cafe instead,” M/n says, walking over towards Tom, grabbing him by the waist and kissing him softly. Memories from last night flood Tom's brain, that same kiss planted on every part of his body, the marks there to remind him when he takes a shower later. 

Tom hums into the kiss, “Maybe you should.” He smiles, kissing him again. “Let me take a shower then we can go.” 

His words reassure M/n, let him know that last night had been okay. That he trusts M/n.

“Okay, baby.” M/n smiles at Tom, before gently pushing him towards the bathroom to take a shower so they can leave as soon as possible. Neither of them really wanting to run into the rest of the band knowing the fact that they were very vocal last night and the hickeys covering Tom’s neck would be a dead giveaway. 

As Tom stands in the shower he has his time to think, to reflect on the past few months. Everything that went down with M/n. He comes to the realization that he can do this now; sharing his time with M/n without a nagging panic in the back of his mind telling him to turn tail and run. M/n wants him and he wants M/n. More than ever, he wants the domestic moments, going on dates, making breakfast together, and the more intimate side of the other. He wants everything and anything M/n is willing to offer and M/n wants the exact same thing. 

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[itsmealaiah]

Tokio Hotel members reacting to

reader having a prince albert's piercing 😝

TW: sucking off, sexual innunendo, profanity, sexual situations, assigned male at birth, he/him pronouns, prince albert's piercing (on reader)

Request: (by anon) Tokio hotel (separate) reacting to m!reader with a prince alberts piercing, like they’re about to give him head but pull down his boxers and just stare since it caught them off guard

Rating: mature, sexual themes, mdni.

WC: 0.8k (these r all so damn short 🙄)

Bill:

when he'd be slowly taking your pants off, leaving kisses on your abdomen, looking up at you with big, puppy eyes as he reveals your dick to him, not noticing at first because he's too invested in the sight of you, all needy for him, lips parted and eyes shut, head laid on the pillows as you let out the smallest of moans.

When he finally sheds your boxers after teasing you, stroking your cock up and down, hardening it more than it was already, he leaves a small kiss on the tip, feeling something cold. His eyebrows raise, and he sees the piercing, a little bit of a shock to him. You had never mentioned this before in your relationship.

He stops for a few moments, gazing at it, wondering if he could even give you the proper pleasure, knowing that was in the way. When you notice he stopped, you look down, seeing him in a state of confusion and worry.

"Baby? is everything ok?" you ask, trying to settle your breath and get it under control. "When'd you get this?" He points to the metal lying on your dick with his pointer finger, and your eyes widen. "A couple years ago" you say with somewhat confidence, still trying to settle down.

He swallows thickly, and you sigh with slight anger. You pull his hair, and watch his lips envelop your cock deeply in a matter of seconds, his eyes beginning to water as his tongue flattens under your shaft.

"ha-ah, good boy billy"

Tom:

Tom would already have every single article of your clothes off (minus boxers) before he sucked you off, he would probably think it's better to get your cock dripping with pre-cum before he gives you head.

He would trail kisses down your chest to your lower abdomen, building up the excitement of finally getting what you want.

When he slips down your boxers, he immediately notices the piercing, and smirks down at it, making you whimper and look down to see what he's gazing at. As soon as you find out, your face goes red and you bury the side of your face into the pillows, embarrassed.

"what are you blushing for baby?" he says as his tongue licks a stripe up your dick, and you moan, gasping as his hands rub up and down your needy cock, basically begging for more, and playing with the piercing, tugging on it as he pleasures you.

"f-fuck tommy!"

Gustav:

You have been begging for gustav to finally give you head for days, no weeks, and he finally caved, but he was nervous as hell. He had little experience with this, only ever giving girls head, you being his first boy-loving-boy relationship (bear with me ik this is shit 🫶😞)

He'd probably start by slowly kissing your lips, slipping off your shirt with his gentle hands, wanting to take this as slow as possible, making you lift your arms above your head, only breaking the kiss for a second, going back to let his envelop yours.

He would moan into the kiss as you wrap your arms around his neck, squeezing his head closer to yours, which leads him to gasp and you to slip your tongue into his mouth, kissing him even more passionately, the heat between the both of you crescending to an all time high.

As he tugs off the last piece of your clothing, he's met with the shiny, silver metal on the tip of your dick. He doesn't know what to think at first, confused as to how one could have that without going through immense pain and discomfort for months on end.

He eventually decides to just give up and listen to your demands, kitten licking your cock which makes you groan, giving him assurance he is doing something remotely right.

"doing s'well gusti, keep going"

Georg:

Georg would probably feel the piercing the first time he's stroking you while you both are making out, and grip it, trying to feel what it is, making your cheeks a dark red and you to forcefully answer: "it's a prince albert's piercing"

He'd be slightly shocked, but would eventually lean into it, knowing he can tease you even harsher, now that he's discovered a new teaser to make you moan.

He'd tug or pull on it every time you would be halfway naked, in your boxers, ready for him to fully pleasure you, and once he's down there, your swollen cock all red and needy, he'd be tugging on that shit with his teeth, testing the sturdiness, smiling as you groan and tug at his hair.

He'd flick it with his tongue, and watch you squirm. "should i get one of these baby?" he asks while you're so close to cumming, he stops and asks, stopping the stimulation as you nod a little too desperately, begging to cum, and he knows this, but it's always a little fun to toy with you.

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[ang3lik]

nsfw warning under the cut.

warnings. body worship

thinking about absolutely worshipping tom’s cock…

he’s sat in his office chair, you kneeled on a pillow under his desk, sat comfortably between his knees. you’ve pulled his cock out of his sweats, his length half hard as you thumbed at his tip, a string of precum connecting as you pulled away.

you start to gently press kisses on the underside of his cock. little pecks before darting out your tongue to lick and blow. his cock jumping at the feeling of the warm then cold contact. he lets out small groans as he feels your tongue trace the veins protruding.

you lean up slightly taking him completely down your throat, your nose grazing his pubes as you hold yourself down. his hips start to jump as your eyes water, pulling away as your gulp in air.

your wet lips kiss his tip as your let the spit that gathered, dribble down, your hand stroking him slowly, using your spit as lube. you lean back down, your tongue following as you lick around the base.

flattening your tongue, you start to lick at his sack, his balls resting on your tongue as they pulsate. cum starts to drip from his tip slowly catching on your cheeks and around your mouth, your hand milking him before taking him down your throat again.

you hold yourself down again, this time hearing his overstimulated whimpers. maybe you told him he couldn’t touch you, to keep his hands on top of his desk. you lift off again, going further down.

kissing and licking at his taint and pulling away to spit and dribble all over him. you repeat your actions for over an hour. his cum spent all over himself, his stomach and hips, and all over your lips, cheeks, hands and chest, mixed in with your spit.

his eyes closed in ecstasy as his thighs shook slightly. he pulls you up from underneath his desk, giving you a small kiss, tasting himself before taking some tissues from his desk and cleaning himself up.

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[gulnarsultan]

Could you to yandere Tom Kaulitz 2008 era? If your comfortable ofc xx

Tom is a possessive yandere. He is narrow-minded about changing his decisions, views and ideas. It follows you everywhere. He is tough on his opponents and anyone who is against your relationship. He will write songs for you and play songs with musical instruments. He likes to perform for you. He will ask you to come to all his concerts. At their concerts, the front rows are reserved for you. He is afraid that he will leave him. The separation of his parents causes him delusions and fears. He will need a lot of reassurance from you. He likes to spend time together.

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[trulyyours-rune]

¡Hi!

Se me ocurrió un Tom celoso porque el lector ha estado pasando más tiempo con Gustav que con él, entonces Tom decide ponerlo celoso con una chica pero al final el lector le da una lección a Tom (me refiero a algo un poco caliente) 😼

I didn't know what this meant to google translate was my bestest friend <3

(Didn't know if you meant for Dom ((like top)) Male reader or Dom bottom, so I did top)

Warnings: Smut, Dom(top) reader, language, jealousy, smoking, drinking, public sex (jerking off), risk of getting caught, Tom being Tom, cause I know +18 doesn't work just read what you're comfortable with.

Tom Kaulitz x Male reader

You and Gustav got real close, like y'all were best friends. With Tom being not being hard to make jealous, got jealous. Spending out some time with Gustav instead of him made him upset, and with Tom being Tom he's gotta make you jealous now. (fair game man. You signed up for it.)

It's currently an afterparty to a club your friend owns, and let's you guys party for the night for free. You and Gustav were talking at the bar, Bill was out dancing, and Georg and Tom were out to God knows where. You were a bit tipsy, but could be easily be mistaken for sober, while Gustav was near to being drunk.

You seen Tom come out of legit no where, a cigarette in hand, as he spot you and walked over. "Hey Tom." Gustav waved his drink, Tom just waved back. "You okay Tom? Where's Georg?" "He's out smoking, bet that I left he's making out with some chick." He sat down on a barstool. "You're usually having the time of your life at free parties." You leaned back a bit, your empty shot glass banging against the table. "Yeah." He tilted his head a bit. You shrugged it off and continued to talk to Gustav, Tom holding your hand while you talked.

By the time you've taken a few more shots and were drunk at the time, you noticed Tom was gone, but also some guy that was troubling the bartender getting kicked out, you and Gustav laughed like idiots at the sight, your head against the table while Gustav had his drink spilt over. The flashing neon lights were making your head spin, and the alcohol was making it worse. It was like the world was waving and spinning. "Jesus... I'm gonna go to the bathroom, be back soon." You rubbed your eye, setting the glass down. "Alright, see ya bud."

You stood up and slowly walked your way to the bathroom, trying not to trip over your feet from not being able to walk straight. You look over to your right, and you see long dirty blonde dreads with a hat, kind of looked like Tom, kind of longish brown hair which you supposed was Georg, and two blonde ladies. One in pink and the other in black and white. They we're all sitting in a fancy booth with a light dimmed over them, currently you couldn't care less. Your main goal was to make it to the bathroom without looking like an idiot.

You made it to the bathroom, there was no gender sign so some guy was probably puking up 10 shades of green in a bathroom stall and some girl was fixing up her make-up. You turned on the taps and washed your face off, the girl glanced over at you and winked. You just ignored her and continued to not seem and feel as drunk. You bent over and drank some water which overall wasn't that good, but did help your head and vision a bit.

You walked out, letting the door swing behind you. Some couple was making out in the corner, but it's not like you'd see then again anyways. You started to walk your way back to the bar Gustav was waiting at, only to see from afar that he wasn't there. You sighed and rolled your eyes then you heard a familiar laugh coming from your right. Seemed like Tom's and Georg's laugh. You walked over and seen the same booth with them, noticing it was actually them this time. You decided to be an ass and sit down with them, not being able to find Gustav anyways.

"Hey Tom, hey Georg." "Hey Y/n" Georg smiled, the 2 ladies were still here. Awfully close to the each of them. Tom stayed silent, the girl on him having full attention on you now. Her hand still on his chest which you were kind of off about, "I'm Alexis, call me Alex." She seemed to talk in a flirty way towards you. You introduced yourself to the pair of girls. They were attractive, but you already had your boyfriend. He was just staring at you, not quite saying anything. You guys were chatting for about 10 minutes by now on different alcohols, Tom didn't seem to be paying mind to you and only kept holding 'Alex' by the waist. A bit close for your liking, but you still had some alcohol left in you, so just blame it on that for now.

There was some obvious tension between you and Tom, Georg kept looking at you two as if you both were gonna snap and just start randomly making out with each other. (Not like you would mind.) "Excuse me, I'm gonna use the restroom." Alexis called out, you and Tom moving out of the booth for access for her to get out. You both sat back down next to each other, this time with your hand on his thigh. He seemed to tense up a bit. He was avoiding eye contact with you and you smirked at it, moving your hand more inwards.

"Y/n." Georg called out "Huh? Oh yeah- as you were saying?" "Truth or dare, wanna play?" "Sure, I'm in. Tom?" Tom just nodded, wonder what's keeping him from talking with you. 10 minutes passed with useless drunk truth or dare, you seemed to get drunk again. Everyone laughing, the music blaring, lights flashing everywhere, every regular club that horny people come too. Hell, there were 2 dancers in revealing clothing dancing on display.

Alexis came back, making you and Tom boot out of the booth and scooting back in. The game continued, Tom was leaning against the table, covering his stomach and lower. Alexis just seemed to be chilled back and relaxed with a drink in her hand, drunk off her ass. "Y/n, truth or dare." Alexis's friend called out on you, "Truth." "Would you fuck a guy for $25?" "Yeah I would." You scoffed with a laugh, (you already have, for free.) Everyone laughed, you narrowed your hand towards his crotch, no wonder why he was covering. Tom has a problem down there.

You looked off to the side a smirked, letting Georg ask Alexis something. Couldn't care less to hear it, you continued to run your hand over his crotch repeatedly, seemed to work as it was teasing him. Next thing you knew was that Alexis chugged down some vodka. She was nearly black out drunk. Tom tried to swat your hand away, but you smacked his hand away. He was enjoying himself anyways, why bother?

The game went on with continuous questions and dares, and the amusement of Tom trying to keep quiet, if everyone weren't so drunk people would notice his face being all red and his constant shifting in positions. He positioned himself so no one could see your hand, which was uncomfortable but for the sake of not being caught. His shirt was curled up, so it would take no effort for you to undo his jeans. Speaking of which...

You tugged at the button and ripped the zipper down, you can see him biting his lip trying not to make any lewd noises. You honestly wanted to hear them all, to bad you can't and you'll have to save the patience. You stuck your hand into his boxers, making his breath hitch and him slamming down his fist onto the table. "Er- you alright there Tom?" Georg nodded his head towards your boyfriend "Yeah yeah- I'm fine." "You sure? Seem tense." You teased. He just shook his head and looked down at the wooden table.

You finally took him out of his boxers and you started to stroke him off under the table, his breathing was fast and heavy, his knuckles turning white the the strong grip he had on his glass. "Hey Tom, truth or dare." Georg slurred, obviously drunk out of his mind. "Fu- truth." "Alrigh- *hic* umm... H-have you everrrr... Crashed a car?" "No, surp- fuck.. Surprised I haven't yet." He let out a laugh. His laugh interrupted by him cursing under his breath, but you can't stop being so tease and decided to go faster. He threw his head back slightly, his free hand forming into a tight fist. His mouth hung loose, he started to twitch in your hand so you picked up the pace again.

Not to long before he released onto your hand, making him swear a bit loud. "You okay Tom?" "Alcohol is strong." He shrugged off. You wiped your hand onto your jeans, not like it's gonna be long before they're discarded.

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This one turned out better than I thought it honestly would. And I normally don't write pure smut because I actually suck ass at it soooo 😘

This took be 3 hours. It's 1 in the morning, I'm going to bed so have a good sleep unlike me <3

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[billsjum6ie]

☆ Choose your character ☆

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Bill Kaulitz

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ᝰ. Fluff

• Love at first sight

ᝰ. Hurt/comfort

● Denial

ᝰ. Angst

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Smut

nothing to see here yet:(

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Tom Kaulitz

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ᝰ. Fluff

• "I just want you to be safe. That's all I ask."

• " she really is a younger you! "

ᝰ. Hurt/comfort

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Angst

• Arguments with Tom

• "You don't have to be scared of me." (+comfort /fluff)

• " Run away with me." (+fluff)

ᝰ. Smut

• "I'm not done with you yet."

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Georg Listing

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ᝰ. Fluff

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Hurt/comfort

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Angst

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Smut

nothing to see here yet:(

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Gustav Schafer

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ᝰ. Fluff

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Hurt/comfort

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Angst

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Smut

nothing to see here yet:(

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Whole band

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ᝰ. Fluff

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Hurt/comfort

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Angst

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Smut

nothing to see here yet:(

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Kaulitz Twins

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ᝰ. Fluff

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Hurt/comfort

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Angst

nothing to see here yet:(

ᝰ. Smut

nothing to see here yet:(

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[20doozers]

I wanna hold his waist.

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[tokio-motel]

first kiss with the band headcannons <3

gender neutral reader‼️

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BILL:

・You may have confessed feelings for him before you leaned in or you may have done it without warning

・Unless y'all r already dating

・He would be so flustered either way bro 😪😪

・After you pull away he'd blink a few times as he stared at you.

・Cheeks flush bright red

・Like -bro becomes a tomato..

・Takes a second before he leans back in to kiss you, this time having a hand on your cheek or neck.

・He doesn't use tounge on the first kiss bro...

・Lightly tugging his hair while you kiss him makes him MELT

・Wraps his arms around your neck 🤭

・If you did like him he'd ask if you guys are dating now

・you better say yes.

TOM:

・If your in the middle of confessing to him he'd just kiss you

・He likes to speed things up, man. You signed up for this when you caught feelings!

・travels his hands to your waist as he kisses you.

・Doesn't care where you place your hands, but either on his neck or hips are good ideas.

・He'd try to act confident and unbothered but really he's screaming and dying of nervousness inside.

・He's the type of guy to bite your bottom lip/swipe his tounge against your lips asking for entrance (ew)

・Kisses down to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin.

・You most likely wouldn't date yet

・He had to process how he felt during the kiss and how much he actually liked you, probably would bring it up a few days later.

GEORG:

・Freezes when you kiss him.

・Has to process your ACTUALLY kissing him

"shit what's going on? OH I'M BEING KISSED-"

・Takes a second before he kisses back, laying his hand on your thigh.

・He pulls away after a minute, asking you wtf your doing and if you even like him

・Maybe your drunk he doesn't know 🤷🏻

・After you confess he takes another minute to process this information.

HE THINKS ALOT DON'T JUDGE HIM😡

・Smiles/laughs softly as he leans back in to peck your lips again.

・Keeps his hands on your thighs/hips.

・Guides your hands to wrap around him as he scootches closer.

・Leaves a few kisses on your jaw if he gets more comfortable.

GUSTAV:

・He thinks you got dared to kiss him.

・Self esteem isn't that high

same gustav

・He backs up slightly when you lean in, about to ask what your doing.

・When you ignore him and continue to lean in and then kiss him, he feels himself get less tense yet his stomach feels like knots are tying.

・The kiss lasts for like 5 seconds and then he pulls away

"Do you even like me?"

・Thinks it's all one big prank, led on by maybe Tom.

・If you tell him you really do like him, and you are sincere, he'd give a small smile and giggle before leaning back in.

・Please wrap your arms around him.

・Like Bill he'd ask what you guys are gonna do

・If you suggest friends w benefits he's leaving you 💀

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[cosmicck]

2009 T. KAULITZ☆

those loving arms of yours..

TOM KAULITZ who has hands that could turn anyone on. the way his fingers strain as they strum his guitar with that colored guitar pin. the way his veins would show if the lighting was just perfect which would get you feeling that pit in your stomach only he could fix. the pit in your stomach he was only able to cause.

TOM KAULITZ who could simply give you a handshake or a hug the moment you greet him, and you'd feel a slight tightness in the pants you wore. the smile you'd put on for the picture in front of you as you would feel his arms tighten around you not wanting to let you leave. those hands he'd wrap around yours, leading you to his hotel room and those arms he'd use to hold you tighter.

TOM KAULITZ'S hands that you dreamed of holding you, squeezing around your naked body in his lap as the squelching noises of his fingers moving up and down your length, the occasional teasing of your tip giving an electric feeling through your body. the way you could feel his erection against your backside and the feeling of his breath giving a tickle feeling to your neck.

TOM KAULITZ'S fingers that love to toy with every part of your body, especially your nipples. thinking it makes you feel some type of way no, it gives him a overwhelming sense of pleasure seeing the way your body would squirm and tense up as his index and middle finger would pinch them in and flick.

TOM KAULITZ who simply can't help but stare at you in the crowd. watching you watch the way his fingers would work, as if he was doing on purpose. and he was, he really was.

new styleee🥰 @gaybitchfx @tokio-motel @secretivemessenger @reallyromealone @esthxio @vyloy @bloodyfennec @lostsomewhereinthegarden @kitsune-yuhhh love ya'll☆

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[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Hi can you write a Tom (kaulitz) x French reader? Thanks!

(hey!! Sorry if this short but I hope you enjoy!)

Tom K. x French!Reader

First of all, and once again, you already got his heart because you're from somewhere other than Germany

He loves girls from around the world so that's that

And he also loves teasing you in French

Literally whispering it in your ear and can say the down right dirtiest shit with an innocent smile

Omfe again, loves doing it around your family

He def busted out the French when he first met you to surprise you

Like you didn't expect him to, fully expect English or German and he just spoke in French!

And it sounded pretty good so he loved the shocked look on your face

He loves hearing you speak French

Especially in a very smooth voice

He can listen to you go on for hours upon hours and even saying the same stuff

Because pairing your voice and your French while he is falling asleep on your chest?

He is in heaven

He loves visiting London, Paris, or wherever you're from and just wandering around with you

He could spend the rest of his time like that

He definitely learned more French when started seeing you just because you spoke it

He wanted it to be a cute little surprise

And it was!

Hint, he asked you to be his girlfriend and told you how much he loved you for the first time in French!

He is def the one to try and do that stupid spaghetti trick in a nice and fancy dinner on the Eiffel tower

Just because he can and wants to but he messes it up and it becomes a funny story

He buys a beret and wears it around to embarass you

He wants to do all the stereotype French shit and then some

He loves learning your culture, and loves your family

Your mom probably likes him better than you

He can charm anyone and your family is a example of that

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[zimmer-zupastar]

Hereeee piggy piggy piggy!!!

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[colbyskies]

Taste Your Love

Tom Kaulitz x male reader 3k words

Where Tom and M/n are in the hot bus all by themselves and things get a little heated

It is so hot on the tour bus, too hot. The AC broke two days ago and despite everything the band has been telling David, he won’t book any hotels. “We should save money if you want the AC fixed.” The second Tom heard those words leave his mouth, he cussed him out. Everyone is sick of David's shit but they have to put up with it if they want to keep their image. 

They always second guess his every move, wondering if thy just want to torture the five boys into doing whatever he wanted him to. He was always bitchy about the way Bill looked or the way the G’s hardly talked during interviews. Always pushing the image of Tom being a man whore. In all honesty it is annoying, but at least he is giving them a couple days off hot ass bus or not, they hardly get days off these days. Always too busy with interviews, photoshoots, or shows. But tonight is the one night they get to actually do what they want to do without their dickhead manager breathing down their necks. 

Bill, Georg, and Gustav have left Tom and M/n on the bus alone. They went partying or that’s what they told the two boys at least. All of them were confused when they turned it down but it is just too damn hot to be in a clusterfuck of people.

Both Tom and M/n sit on the couch playing video games, getting hotter by the minute. The pedestal fan in front of them only blows hot air onto their already overheating bodies.

“God.” M/n groans, pulling his black shirt from his body, the shirt practically sticking to every part of him. “How are you wearing all of that?” He directs his question towards Tom, who is wearing his clothes from earlier that day. His baggy jeans still heavy on his lower half, a large white shirt, matching his bandana and hat. M/n could see the beads of sweat from his forehead and the way his shirt stuck to his body making it tighter than any clothing M/n has ever seen on Tom.

“I don't know, I was too engrossed in the game,” Tom replies, taking off his hat and bandana letting his dreads fall to his shoulders before putting them up into a bun to keep them off his neck. He removes his shirt next, pulling off the sticky item and throwing it into the pile M/n had created on the floor in front of them. “It's too hot for any of this, I cant believe David won't get us a hotel.” Tom begins to undo the belt holding up his pants. M/n watching his every move, from the way his hand flexes as he pulls the belt loose to the way his abs move with every push of his pants off his body. “It’s bullshit. He’s an asshole.” M/n hums in response, too scared to talk when Tom is looking very alluring only in his boxers. 

He’s seen his body before since they always change in front of each other, but he’s never examined him before. The way sweat rolls from his chest and traces each muscle on his toned stomach makes him think thoughts he’s never thought about Tom before. Subconsciously, he licks his lips, flicking his tongue against his lip piercing, wanting nothing more than to feel Tom’s piercing against his own. 

“M/n?” Tom’s voice snaps him out of his trance pulling him back to the scene before him. “Whatsup?” His response is quick and slurred, something Tom doesn’t miss but ignores. 

“Staring is rude.” Tom remarks, smirking and playing with his lip piercing. M/n knows exactly what that look is, it’s a look he has given to many women, especially interviewers. If he looks at anyone that way, everyone knows exactly what he wants. 

“Sorry.” M/n turns away with a blush, picking up his remote to start the game again, ready to kick Tom's ass once more. Tom hums in response, picking up his own remote and beginning to play as well. 

“Your face is heating up, is it something I said?” Tom suddenly said, pulling M/n out of his focus. 

“No, just the heat,” M/n stutters with a smile on his face, trying to keep his eyes on Tom's face instead of trailing them across his body. Tom moves closer to him, causing his face to flush red again, they’re practically touching. Tom’s bare body is pressed against his, almost pinning him against the arm of the couch. “You can look, you know.” Fuck if Tom keeps talking to him like this he won’t be able to control the reaction is provokes. 

“I think this is unfair.” Tom mumbles causing M/n to raise his eyebrow. “This..” Tom gestures to his lack of pants and M/n who is still wearing his. “Can I?” Tom asks, hovering his hand above his belt, M/n leans back without a word allowing Tom to undo his buckle with nervous shaky hands. Tom’s never done this with a guy before, the thought hits M/n as Tom is struggling to work the button to his jeans. 

“Hey.” M/n rests his hand on Tom’s pulling it away from his pants, instead bringing his lips to the others. Brushing them slightly together and allowing Tom to take the next step if he wants to, not wanting to force his own desires onto him. Though he’s still confused by his own want for Tom. 

Tom breathes heavily before pressing his lips against the others, M/n instantly taking the lead. Holding the back of Tom’s neck with one hand while the other rested on his hip. Tom doesn’t know what to do with his hands until M/n moves them to wrap around his neck, the other quickly putting his hand into M/n’s hair. A feeling he never knew he wanted to feel until the smooth hair is in his palm. 

Tom pushes M/n away, “No, we shouldn’t what if-” M/n cuts him off by kissing him again, Tom moaning loudly into his mouth and the other pulls him in closer by his waist. Deepening the kiss, M/n sucks on Tom’s bottom lip causing the other to whimper before diving in for more. 

The kiss quickly becomes heated, the heat around them growing even hotter as they can’t keep their hands off each other. M/n’s hand trails into Tom’s hair, dropping the band holding up his locks causing them to fall over his shoulders, but Tom doesn’t care. He moves close to M/n, almost sitting in his lap as he delved deeper into the kiss. 

Tom has never kissed a guy before, but it is better than he could’ve ever imagined. M/n is skilled with his mouth, the way he licks his lips begging him to open his mouth or the way his studded tongue piercing brushes against Tom's bare one. The coldness of the piercing is shocking at first but slowly growing familiar the more the other explores his mouth. 

Tom definitely didn’t expect to be kissing his best friend tonight, but he also didn’t expect his best friend to go further. 

M/n moves his kisses from his mouth to his jawline then to his neck. Tilting back Tom’s head with only a few fingers, giving Tom the space to move if it is too much. It’s perfect. The way M/n’s tongue laps over his clavicle, bitting a little at the conjunction, pulling a moan from the back of Tom’s throat. 

Tom hates being dominated, but right now it seems fine. He loves the way M/n has him under his control. The way each kiss makes him more dizzy and the more he sucks the harder his cock gets. The more desperate he grows, it’s been a long time since he had a lay, that’s what he’ll blame it on instead of his own unlawful desire for his best friend to use him to fulfill any fantasy. 

M/n’s kisses travel further, pushing Tom down onto the couch the further he goes. His shoulder, his collarbone, his peck, the second M/n puts his nipple into his mouth is the second he knows why all girls love when he does it. M/n swirls his tongue around the bud perfectly, dragging long moans from Tom, the other pressing his dull nails into his shoulders. Desperately trying to pull him closer, the much needed air he needs pulled from him with each lick and bite. 

He doesn’t leave his other nipple abandoned, playing with it between his fingers until the one in his mouth is sore and hard before moving to the one in his hand. M/n does the same thing, swirling it with his tongue, biting it gently with his teeth, but this time he drags his piercing against it causing Tom to flinch at the sudden coldness hitting his already hard nipple. A whimper falls from his mouth, he’s never made noises like these before. Not for anyone. Not when a groupie sucked his dick with so much passion it had him coming undone in mere seconds or when he stuck his dick into someone so tight he was worried he wouldn't fit. Never. 

M/n trails his kisses further down Tom’s torso until he gets to his waistband. Dipping his fingers slightly underneath almost to ask if Tom is okay with it, when Tom thrusted his hips into M/n he took that as his sign that it is okay. Yet, just to be sure, asks Tom anyway. 

“Are you sure you want this Tom?” M/n asks, his fingers staying slightly under his boxers rubbing small circles into Tom’s sensitive skin above his dick. 

“Please. God. M/n please, fuck. Please touch me.” Tom whimpers, thrusting his hips into M/n again trying to build friction. To do anything to help his aching cock. 

M/n smirks, removing his hand, “Where would you like me to touch you Tom?” His hands trail up Tom’s sweaty torso, flicking his nipples eliciting a moan from the other. “Here?” M/n kisses Tom’s neck, sucking a bruise into his skin. When he pulls away he presses his finger into it, knowing it hurts, but just enough that it will have Tom squirming beneath him. “Here?” M/n asks again, receiving a whimper in response. “You’re gonna have to use your words Tom.” M/n trickles his hands back down Tom’s torso before pressing his palm firming onto Tom’s clothed cock. “Or here?” The action causes Tom to jolt and breathe heavier. 

“Fuck please M/n. Touch me everywhere, I don't care. Use me. Touch my cock while you praise me. Please. Fuck. I just need you.” Tom whimpers with his eyes closed and his head thrown back against the pillow resting against the arm rest. M/n is shocked, the response definitely not something he was expecting but something that he loved and would serve with everything he has. 

“Anything for you, baby.” M/n whispers huskily into Tom’s ear. He kisses Tom deeply as he removes his pants Tom struggled with earlier, discarding them into their collective pile of clothes. 

M/n holds onto Tom’s hips before he removes his boxers. Their lips still attached he grabs the waistband and pulls them off Tom, the other slightly helping but ultimately put under his spell only able to lazily lift his hips and kick them off. M/n pulls away from the kiss to remove his own, yet is pulled back into it by Tom, holding his head firmly against his wanting nothing more to devour M/n.

“You're moving too slow, please. I need to feel you.” Tom begs, pulling M/n impossibly closer, pressing their bare cocks together. Both of them groan at the sensation traveling down their spines.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back,” M/n whispers against Tom’s lips before getting up and running to his bag. He grabs what he needs before returning to a naked and desperate Tom. He looks so submissive squirming against the leather of the couch, pulling at his cock and whimpering. 

“What’s that for?” Tom asks, eyeing the lube in M/ns hand. Suddenly M/n is reminded that Tom has never had sex with another guy before. 

“I have to prep you so it doesn’t hurt. This makes it easier.” The simplest explanation M/n could give, Tom just nods, a bit worried. “Don’t worry baby, it won’t hurt. It might be a bit uncomfortable at first but you can tell me whatever you need from me, okay?” Tom nods again, biting his lip as M/n lathers up three fingers with the lube. 

M/n trails kisses from his neck to his hips, kissing each side before taking the tip of Tom's cock into his mouth. Reveling in the way Tom’s breath catches in the back of his throat as he takes him further. The cold stud of his piercing pressed against the underside of Tom’s cock sent electric shocks through his body, if M/n keeps this up he won’t be able to stop himself from coming. 

M/n gently rubs the muscle surrounding Tom’s hole, wanting him to relax as much as possible before he starts to prep him. Once he feels that he is ready, he inserts his index finger, letting Tom get used to the feeling before moving. 

It feels awkward at first, you never imagine yourself with someone else's fingers in your ass. You don't even imagine yourself with your own fingers in your ass, but Tom waits for the awkwardness to leave, mainly distracted by the tongue teasing the head of his cock. It is when M/n inserts a second finger that the sting of being stretched registers. He hisses trying his best to stay relaxed and not force out M/ns fingers. 

M/n releases Tom's cock from his mouth, “Are you okay, baby?” M/n asks, concerned. “Yeah, keep going.” Tom replies, the grimace on his face not leaving until a few seconds later when M/n brushes against something soft inside of him. Tom lets out a loud moan at the pleasure launched through his body and to his cock, surprising himself from the noise he made. 

M/n takes this as a sign to insert a third finger, stretching Tom out as much as he can. 

“I’m ready, please M/n. I need you.” Tom whines, looking M/n directly in the eyes. M/n groans at Tom’s words, his cock jumping in excitement at the thought of bottoming out inside the other. 

He pulls out a condom and is about to undo it when Tom stops him. “Please, I want to feel all of you. We’re both clean, please, M/n.” M/n can’t resist the pleading look on his face as he drops the condom and applies lube to his aching cock, stroking it a few times before angling himself at Tom’s entrance. 

He pushes himself in slowly until he bottoms out, groaning at the grip Tom has around his cock. His hands softly caress Tom's hips, trying to get him to adjust faster. He doesn’t know how long he can take it just sitting with his cock being warmed by Tom. 

“You can move.” M/n almost sighs in relief at Tom’s words as he begins to move slowly in and out of Tom. He leans down to kiss him deeply, picking up speed encouraged by Tom’s blissful sounds. 

“Ahh..Fuck..Faster..” Tom moans, holding onto M/n’s shoulders tightly, digging his nails into the skin. M/n complies moving at a rapid pace, Tom’s head lulls back as M/n hits his prostate over and over. Almost overstimulating him to the point where he can’t control any noises he makes. His whines and whimper can be heard throughout the whole bus. Tom has never been more grateful to turn down his brother's offer of going out tonight.

Tom feels his release building up in his stomach as his legs shake from this hold around M/n’s waist. “Mmm close.” He mumbles, no longer able to kiss M/n through it, his pleasure far too distracting. “Me too.” M/n pants from above him, moving at animalistic speeds, breaking Tom into a million pieces. 

Both of them fall over the edge together, Tom coating the two of them with his come and M/n coating Tom’s insides. M/n huffs in exhaustion falling over Tom to catch his breath before pulling out of Tom. Tom whimpers at the suddenly open space. M/n gets up, leaving Tom confused, but the confusion disappears when he comes back with a towel to clean Tom up and a glass of water. 

“Thank you.” Tom whispers, his voice hoarse. He almost drinks the entire glass in one gulp. 

“We should move to the bedroom in the back before the guys get back.” M/n tells Tom, taking the glass back from him to get him some more water. 

“You’re right.” Tom says, trying to stand up, only to be met by shooting pain up his spine. “Fuck.” His face contorts in pain trying to haul himself to the back of the bus. 

“Hey, be careful. Here let me help you.” M/n grabs Tom and pulls him into his embrace before lifting him and carrying him to the back of the bus and laying him on the bed. “I’ll be back, I’m just going to go and clean up and get you some advil.” Tom nodded in response, too tired to verbally respond. 

A few minutes later M/n returns with a bottle of pills and a larger glass of water. He locks the door behind him and gives Tom the items in his hands before laying on the bed beside him. “Is this okay?” He asks, wrapping his arms around Tom—spooning him. To which Tom responds by turning over in his embrace to further press himself into the warmth. Despite it being hot as balls, he loves the comfort M/n brings and quickly falls asleep in his arms. 

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