Tom jerking off at the thought of his girlfriend-
Summary: you just left tomโs house and he canโt stop thinking about you, a good hit below the beltโฆ
Contains: female reader x tom kaulitz, masturbation, mention of penetration, groping, nickname, head.
INSPIRED BY: Guilty Pleasure- Chappell Roan
Youโve just left Tomโs place, but your scent still lingers on the sheets where you sat for an hour.
You had just stopped by after class to hang out for a bit, like you usually do.
But this time, Tom couldn't help thinking about it.
So there he is, lying in bed, breathing in your scent, his gaze fixed on the ceiling.
He tried to hold back, but he couldnโt; he pictured you, the way you had kissed him before leaving, your hands brushing against his, your soft laugh, as his heart raced.
He couldnโt just ask for sex, it wouldโve been awkward.
And now you are gone, leaving him with the memory of you.
He tried to think of something elseโanything, just anything. But his mind kept returning to you.
He couldn't help but notice how hard he was.
"Shit..." he murmured, looking at the bulge beneath his jeans.
He blushes at his wildest thoughts, which make him melt.
He keeps berating himself for letting his imagination run wild, yet it is indeed he who is picturing you.
First, he remembers the way your fingers brushed against each other a few minutes ago, then the taste of you. He imagines trailing kisses down your neck.
Taking your shirt off, seeing you in bra, is it a lacy black? Or a pink with bows? or maybe none ?
He wasnโt an expert, he pictured him taking it off whatever color it was, to suck on your nipples- no, no no no.
He tossed his hands over his red face, groaning. Why does he have to be so perverted. You wouldnโt like that, he thoughtโฆ or maybe you would.
โSheโs not really going to make me-..โ he thought about it, he thinks about it so much itโs the only thing in his mind.
He sigh, letting the pressure on his chest go. His hand found his bulge, caressing it through his jeans.
He thought back to what you said. And how much it sounded dirtier when he think about it, or maybe itโs just the moment, or maybe its him and his deranged mind.
You, arching on his lap as he lick your tits, groping them with both hands, anything. He bet theyโre soft.
His jeans slide down to his knee.
Him taking off your panties with his teeth. Before opening your legs wide.
He slide a hand in his boxer.
โFuck..โ he whispered closing his eyes so hard he could literally see you.
He would lick it, taste it, suck it, bite it.
He start stroking slowly.
โMmh-..โ he pictured you doing it, taking his length into your soft hand, the one that touched his cheek minutes ago.
His breathing grew shorter.
He is finally stroking himself properly, his dick springing free.
He's already imagining himself taking you forcefully. How he thought you would ask: roughly, yet gently at the same time.
He throws his head back with a soft moan, his hand moving faster.
What if it was your mouth? Too much for him... Damn, he wants you so badly.
How would you moan his name, would you call him โgood boyโ or โdaddyโ?
He doesnโt care, he just wants you enjoying him.
He is on the verge, and his mind keeps racing.
He is leaking pre-cum that helps him going faster.
โOh shit~โ he said weakly. What if you were here for real?
He fantasized what you would do.
He even thought about how you touch yourself.
He caught himself whimpering your name as he cum. He looks at his stained hand and sheets.
โFucking hellโ he said breathless taking a wipe.
He lay there, he felt insane.
His phones buzz, itโs you.
โ you give me guilty pleasure
