Summary: you’re getting high with your best friend, but that went wrong in the best way possible
Contains: female readers x tom kaulitz drugs, unprotected sex, fingering
INSPIRED BY : My Moon My Man- Feist
It was 6 p.m. and here you are again, sprawled on Tom’s bed. You’ve been talking for hours and have run out of things to say. Tom picks up a joint and starts smoking, sitting beside you on his bed.
“Smoking huh?” you said teasingly, watching him take a drag and tilt his head back to let the smoke dissipate into the air.
“Getting high huh?”Tom replied mockingly, the joint still in his right hand.
You lean on your elbow, take the joint from his hands, exhale, and let out a sigh. "thought you’d quit."
“Why should I?” You chuckled at that bratty answer.
Why should he? You’re teenagers, and you’re usually having good times smoking crap with him. No need to quit.
Tom lay on his back, his head resting on his pillow. You sat up.
Smoke begins to fill the air, and the room's warm atmosphere is soothing as he picks up the joint again to take a puff.
No need to deny it, he looks hot doing that. After passing the joint back and forth for an indeterminate amount of time, the drug starts to kick in.
“Your eyes are getting red” he said in a smirk.
“Shut up” you giggled.
“See, you start giggling over nothing”
The smirk turned into a smile as he put the joint back on his lips.
“I’m not!” You debated giggling. You totally were dazed. But his eyes were slightly red too. “Are you dazed?”.
“No” he simply answered “not yet”.
You rolled your eyes and climb on him, it was a casual thing in your friendship. You took the joint back.
"You're getting high as fuck right now aren't you?" *he tease gently* "Your eyes are all glassy..."
“Maybe” You blew the smoke all over his face “are you?”
He looks at you through it “Was that necessary?” He asked ignoring your question .
“Of course it was-“ you say giggling, you were high, for sure. “Tell me you’re not.”
“I’m not what?” He smiles amused by your remark. He blow the smoke back in your face, mimicking you in revenge.
“You’re being annoying right now” you straddle his lap, as his free hand rests on your thigh.
“Oh yeah?” His eyes started to get dazed, and his smile kept widening.
You leaned toward him and tilted his chin up slightly, forcing his mouth to part, just enough for you to blow the smoke from your drag into it.
He coughs a little, squinting, but that small, crooked smile never leaves his face. "You're fucking weird," he says with a soft laugh.
“Breathe out, so i can breathe you in” you give him the joint, lingering too much on his hand.
He obeys, understanding the assignment, blowing his smoke right into your mouth.
His eyes burning your lips.
“The weed makes me wanna do stupid shit-“ i say not moving away from his face
“You don’t need weed to do stupid shit” he stare into your eyes, and god that is not helping, not at all.
“Is that encouragement?”
He didn't answered, of course, but his gaze kept darting back and forth between your eyes and your lips.
It was probably, you thought, or maybe you hoped. He put the joint away, letting his two hands rest on your hips.
Your heart was pounding, beating like a drug, and your best friend was just there, lying under you. Your noses almost touched, you were so close.
The drugs made you bold; you pressed your lips against his. The kiss was gentle at first, his hands tracing the small of your back to pull you closer.
You broke off the kiss, but his chin tilted up sharply, seeking your lips.
You kissed him a second time; it was deeper, more brutal, more demanding. As if you were in a hurry.
Kissing your best friend felt incredible: his taste, the way he kneaded your buttocks, the perfect tilt of his head, and that sense that it was all tinged with the thrill of the forbidden.
You’ve been friends since ever, and the drug just put that into your way.
You felt a brief moment of guilt—the same one you’d felt when you caught yourself whispering his name late at night, just as you were on the verge of the end of your guilty pleasure.
Your passionate kisses aroused you both, and you could feel his bulge pressing against the insides of your thighs.
“F-fuck…” you catch him whispering as your lips found their way on his neck.
His hips arched, seeking friction. But the flush on his cheeks betrayed the fact that it wasn’t entirely intentional.
You lean back to watch him. His cheeks and ears were flushed, his lips slightly parted, and his chest rose and fell with her breathing. It looked as though breathing required a considerable effort.
You couldn’t see your face, but you knew you looked a bit disheveled, too.
Your hips swayed once. Was it the right decision?
That slight movement made Tom gasp your name. And now you know: it was the right decision.
He kissed you back sloppily, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts through your bra. He squeezed gently. He was completely lost in the high and the feel of you in his hands.
“T-tom-..” you gasped at this movement.
He pulled his hands back, a whimper escaping his lips as he watched you. His fingers curled into fists on the couch. He was already so high that he couldn't process what was going on.* "We can't... are we being weird? Are we weird?"
You rub against him, but without much confidence.
“So weird tom.. so weird.”You said without even slowing down.
“Take it slow-..” his head fall back onto the pillow “take it easy on me-.. please…”
It stirred up far more than just butterflies in your stomach; you could feel yourself getting wetter by the minute.
He gripped your hips so hard you knew you’d have bruises tomorrow. But fuck, it felt so good. He helped you rock back and forth on his hips while you sucked on his neck.
"This is so fucked up-.." you said, without interrupting the movement that was taking your breath away.
"Mmhph..." That was all he replied at first, but you kept rubbing yourself with greater intensity: "I want you... I need you..."
That words hit you right in the core.
“D-don’t say that..” you managed to say.
“But that’s true..ngh!” His eyes closed so hard.
Your hands slide to work on his jeans.
"Fuck..." you whisper. Tom’s trembling hands join yours as your hips slow down.
He wanted it so badly—he wanted you. And he never would have imagined this would happen tonight.
You slid to the side and lay down to take off your shorts. There you both were, in your underwear, lying side by side.
Tom positioned himself between your legs; he couldn't tear his eyes away from your panties.
Your panties he had imagined taking off when he couldn’t sleep.
“Tom” you whined, you couldn’t wait no more, you were so close to the final.
Tom slide your panties carefully down your legs with shaky fingers.
As both of your underwear were down, tom closed the gap, and leaned in your neck, kissing, or hiding.
His cock grazed your wet lips, making you even more aroused.
He slid inside you so gently that it took your breath away. He kept whispering your name with every inch he pushed deeper into you.
You clutched his shirt. Once he was fully inside, he held still for a second.
"You're driving me crazy" he groaned, and finally, he began to move back and forth.
He was totally losing his mind over you.
Your breath came in ragged gasps, and Tom began to moan more frequently.
He quickened his pace; it was too much—you knew you wouldn't last much longer.
"Tom... fuck, Tom!" He kissed you hungrily, stifling all your moans.
His hip movements become jerky; he buries his face in your neck again: "Fuck... you're so tight..."
"I'm almost there—fuck, I'm going to..." Your back arches.
"Fuck, yes"—the sound of the wetness was intensely arousing, mingling with his breathing and your moans: "Come for me, p-please...!"
One of his hands slid toward your clitoris, tracing clumsy circles there.
You are on the verge of an intense orgasm, brought on by your best friend. Disturbing.
Your moans intensify as you finally climax, clenching around his cock.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he shouts as he, too, ejaculates inside you.
Your bodies were both trembling with pleasure. Tom settled down inside you as you snuggled against his neck, your breath coming in short gasps.
"What was that...?" you asked, feeling self-conscious, as if it hadn't been the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced.
He brushes the hair away from your sweaty face: "The best thing that could ever happen to me..." He kisses you so gently, and you let him, because it was true.
The best thing that could have happened to your friendship.
