#tomkaulitz

“baby get into the water, it’s not that cold i promise.” tom’s voice causes my eyes to open slowly, the sun immediately blinding my vision. i sit up from the small towel sprawled across the sand, looking toward the water where tom stands, looking at me with a soft smile on his face. he beckons me over once again when i shake my head, wanting to remain comfortable, recognising that it isn’t often i get to spend my time laying on a beach with nothing else to do. tom doesn’t feel the same way however, and has been nagging me to join him in the water for at least twenty minutes now. i sigh whilst adjusting my bikini bottoms, standing up from the towel and making my way toward the water, crossing my arms. a wide smile spreads across tom’s face as i near him, his arms outstretched, revealing his bare torso.

his tongue comes out of his mouth to play with his lip piercing as he scans my body, eyes doing the talking as they drink in my curves, a suggestive smirk tugging on his lips when i reach him. he pulls me into the water with him, walking into it until it comes up to my shoulders, resting just below his chest. his arms wrap around my lower back, head moving downward so his lips are directly against my ear.

“this bikini is driving me crazy.” he begins, his hands trailing downward until they rest on my ass, beginning to squeeze it lightly. “you look beautiful schatz.”

i smile lightly at his compliment, hitting his arm softly and mumbling a small ‘thank you’, my appreciation soon cut off by a quiet gasp as his lips make contact with my neck, fingers moving dangerously under the fabric of my bikini bottoms. he toys with the material, his pointer finger dipping in and out, each time getting closer and closer to my heat. though i draw the line when my eyes flutter open, recognising the rest of tom’s band mates sitting in the sand a few metres away, thankfully too absorbed in their own conversation to look over at tom and i.

“tom.” i mumble as he works on my neck, taking the skin between his teeth and biting it softly before releasing it, his tongue quick to soothe the stinging sensation. his fingers run up and down my slit, clearly not paying much attention as he mutters a small ‘hm?’ against me, still not stopping his movements.

“not here. your brother is sitting right there- oh god…” a breathy moan interrupts my lips when his pointer finger begins to toy with my clit, rubbing soft circles over it. i feel him smile against me, a low chuckle leaving his lips at my reaction.

“he isn’t looking.” he quickly mutters without even glancing at bill, placing a kiss on my shoulder and adding another finger, his movements now much faster. “does that feel good?”

he knows that it feels good. if the way my eyes flutter open and closed doesn’t give it away, then the short whines that leave my lips are a dead giveaway. but no matter how tempting and totally addictive his touch is, i stop myself from giving in, placing both hands flat against his chest and pushing him away. he looks back at me, eyebrows furrowed, his hand slowly coming out from my bottoms to rest on my hip.

“we can’t, not now. when we get back to the hotel, yeah?” i try to reason with him, to come to some sort of agreement that benefits both tom and i, all whilst attempting to ignore the throbbing between my thighs, silently cursing him for getting me worked up so easily . he smiles slowly, that same cocky grin that i have seen so many times returning onto his face. his arms pull me into his embrace once again, fingers playing with the small knots tied at either side of my bikini bottoms.

“you know you want this.” he pauses, moving closer so that his lips are ghosting over mine, the cold sensation of his lip piercing hitting my skin every few seconds. he kisses the corner of my mouth, hand trailing downward to pull my thighs apart. and when he slips one finger through the material of my panties as a low moan leaves my lips, he knows that he has won. “lets get out of here baby, mhm?”

“she just isn’t feeling too good. it’s best she gets some rest, the heat won’t be helping either.” tom explains to the rest of the band whilst grabbing our things. he takes a towel and wraps it around my body from behind, planting a short kiss onto the back of my neck. bill frowns at me, standing up from where he had been sitting and gently pushing tom aside, wrapping his arms around my upper back.

“i hope you feel better soon. if he can’t take care of you, give me a call and i’ll head back too, you know what my brother is like.” bill laughs weakly, kissing my hair as i mumble a quick ‘thank you’, coughing a couple times. i catch tom laughing quietly to himself as he glances at me from behind bill, clearly amused by my attempts at convincing the guys that i am actually ill, even going as far to have to ‘sit down for a few minutes’ before tom and i left - something that he didn’t appreciate.

“come on honey, let’s go.” i stand up slowly, taking tom’s hand and waving a quick goodbye to the guys as they all flash me sympathetic smiles. i turn back around, facing tom who squeezes my ass, slapping it playfully as he hurries me along.

“finally i can have you all to myself, you knew what you were doing wearing that bikini.”

his hands travel along my waist, back, ass, thighs - anywhere he can touch - feverishly, eager to feel every inch of skin as we stumble into the hotel room, lips not parting, even when tom uses his foot to slam the door shut. he groans into my mouth, hands pulling me even closer, pushing me against the door once it is closed, my body hitting it with a loud thud. he pulls away, only to grab my face, angling it backward and attaching his lips to my neck, placing rough kisses against the skin whilst his hands remain firmly on each side of my head.

“so fucking perfect, oh my god.” his voice is low, vibrating against my neck as his lips still work against it, the kisses he leaves somehow getting even messier. he presses his body against me, the hardness concealed by his shorts easy to distinguish. “see what you do to me baby?”

i whine in response, hands pulling him even closer, resting on his neck as he leaves purple-ish marks against my skin, tongue running over them once he is satisfied with his work. he taps my thighs signalling for me to jump, though i am far too lost in pleasure to notice. his lips still attached to my neck, he taps it again, sighing loudly against me and hoisting me upward himself when i don’t respond.

he finally moves his head from my neck, smirking suggestively when we lock eyes, soon pressing his lips to my own once again. this time it is much harsher, even firmer than the kisses he placed onto my neck - if that is possible. he bites down on my bottom lip, the small gasp that leaves my mouth allowing him to slip his tongue inside, the kiss filled with lust as it becomes more messy by the second - tongues exploring each other’s mouths as i moan into his.

all whilst his lips continue to work against mine, he steadies his hold on me, hands gripping my thighs harshly as he walks us over to the bed, dropping me onto it. my body sinks into the mattress, only alone for a few seconds as tom is quick to climb on top of me, hurriedly throwing his shirt off in the process, tossing it somewhere on the floor. he captures my lips in yet another kiss, his hands tracing the outline of my curves. being at the beach moments ago seems to work in his favour - my small two piece bikini the only thing covering the places that tom craves most.

“need you so bad.” he mumbles against my lips in between kisses, hands moving behind me to untie the knot that holds my bikini in place. he groans against my lips, somehow not needing to separate them whilst untying the small knot, doing so with ease as the bikini top falls from my body.

my breasts spring free, only exposed for a few seconds as tom is quick to place his hands on them, kneading the skin firmly as he moans into my mouth. it doesn’t take long for his lips to replace one hand, biting on the skin as whines now pour from my lips.

“so pretty schatz.” he mumbles against me, taking one breast in his mouth whilst his hand kneads the other, his tongue swirling over my nipple. my back arches off of the bed, eyes squeezing shut as my hands find his head, pushing him further into me. he is careful to ensure that every inch of skin is touched by either his mouth or hands, working against my chest feverishly, uttering occasional words of praise, though they are usually muffled by the proximity of his mouth and my skin.

after a few minutes he pulls away, lips pink and swollen as his chest rises up and down, eyes scanning his work as i look down, registering the light purple marks that are scattered along my breasts, ending just below my collarbone. his lips quickly return to my skin, this time moving down my stomach slowly, sucking every so often. each time he moves downward, getting closer and closer to the place where i need him most, i find myself becoming more reckless, more undeniably desperate for him to touch me, thighs squeezing together.

“stop.” he mumbles against my stomach, hands resting on each thigh and prying them apart, crawling further downward as he rests in between them, his mouth now directly above the waistband of my bikini bottoms. his eyes never leaving my own, his fingers hook around the material, dragging them down at an agonisingly slow pace, letting them pool at my feet.

“this all for me baby?” he asks, his finger running down my slit and collecting the wetness there, placing it into his mouth and releasing it, tongue coming to swipe across his lip. he smiles when i nod my head slowly, moving back upward so that his body now rests on top of mine.

“you taste so good schatz.” he whispers against my lips, quick to reattach them. i quickly reciprocate, moving my lips against his own almost desperately, clutching onto any opportunity to feel him against me. and when his hands trail downward, hurriedly tugging his swimming shorts down, i moan against him, attempting to pull our bodies even closer. i feel him smile against my lips, pulling away only to pull his shorts fully off, letting them join the rest of clothing scattered around the room.

his dick springs free, hitting his lower abdomen as pre-cum lines the tip, proving that he needs this just as badly as i do. he takes my hand, wrapping it around his base and prompting me to stroke him a few times, his head falling backward when my thumb runs over his tip, moving down his length slowly.

“fuck baby…gonna make me cum just with your hands, like that, yeah.” his eyes fall shut, eyebrows furrowing as his mouth opens, low groans sounding from the back of his throat. he stops me after a few seconds, removing my hand and replacing it with his own, stroking himself a few times before climbing fully on top of me. though he doesn’t give in just yet, running his tip up and down my folds, studying my face intently and watching the way my lips part, breathy moans leaving them.

the torture that comes with waiting soon ends when i feel his tip line up with my entrance, sliding into me ever so slightly, pulling back out before i can fully process the pleasure.

“you gonna let me fuck you, mhm?” he mumbles, smiling in satisfaction when i quickly nod my head, willing to do practically anything for his dick to be inside of me. and that simple confirmation is all he needs to slide into me, my walls stretching out as he fills me up.

“oh my god!” i cry out, eyes squeezing shut as he bottoms out, his tip brushing against my g-spot. he moves backward, almost pulling out completely before snapping his hips, moving all the way back inside me in one swift motion, an almost inaudible grunt leaving his lips.

“so fucking tight, oh my god.” his breathing becomes heavier, chest rising up and down as he begins a fast pace, skipping the chance to build a steady rhythm and instead moving in and out of me quicker than usual, still somehow managing to thrust deeper into me with each movement. my mouth falls open in a silent scream, unable to make any sounds despite the screams that bubble in my throat, too lost in pleasure to be able to moan, let alone speak.

though when he angles his lips slightly differently, his tip doesn’t just brush against my g-spot - it hits it directly, drilling against it with each thrust. and that is all i need to finally make noise, a loud moan leaving my lips, followed by an almost indistinguishable ‘right there’.

“oh you like that?” tom studies my face, his own eyes dark and half lidded, memorising my reaction to the certain thrust of his hips, quickly able to repeat that same movement and hit my g-spot over and over as my back arches, hands clawing the sheets. somewhere in the midst of his thrusts he takes my thighs, fingers digging into the flesh roughly, maintaining a steady hold on them and hooking them around his wait, allowing him to drill even deeper into me. now i don’t attempt to hold back - my mouth lets out moans so loud they could probably pass as screams as i silently thank god that nobody else is here right now.

the pleasure that comes his dick alone, paired with the fast and deep thrusts that this new angle brings makes me go close to crazy, hands reaching upward to grab onto the few loose dreads that rest on his shoulder, pulling on them more harshly than i had intended to. tom doesn’t seem to mind though, instead he lets out a low groan, his thrusts only seeming to get faster.

“oh baby…” he breathes out, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as i feel him twitch inside of me. i pull on his dreads again, attempting to pull him closer to me, doing so with success as he moans against me in response, the low noises that he makes quickly muffled as he kisses the corner of my mouth. “keep doing that schatz, please…getting close.”

i study his face, watching as his mouth falls open, a quiet whine leaving his lips when i clench around him unconsciously, drawing him even deeper into me. his eyebrows are furrowed, eyes fluttering closed, quickly opening when i accidentally pull on his dreads just a little too tight. he never scolds me for it though, seeming to like the sensation as his head falls backward, small words of encouragement amidst his heavy breaths.

the familiar sensation in my stomach only becomes more noticeable with each thrust, getting closer and closer to releasing when he takes my legs, hoisting them over his shoulders. somehow his pace doesn’t falter, remaining so fast that the headboard slams against the wall rhythmically, practically guaranteeing a series of noise complaints in the next few hours. it doesn’t matter though, not to tom or me. the way his dick twitches inside of me, hips snapping back and forth almost desperately, i can tell that he is just as close as i am. and if my release wasn’t within arms reach just yet, then it won’t be far away anymore, my eyes squeezing shut when tom takes his pointer and middle finger, using them to rub fast circles on my clit.

“show me how good i make you feel.” he orders through heavy breaths, speeding up the motions of his fingers, the pleasure almost overwhelming as i struggle to even process what he is saying, only able to let incoherent whines pour from my lips, amidst attempts to mumble his name over and over.

“doing so well for me baby, so well.” he praises, placing sloppy kisses to my collarbone.

“gonna cum!” i manage to say, silently praying that tom will too, knowing that i am unable to hold on any longer, already overstimulated by the movements of his fingers, still not slowing down.

“i know baby, me too. c’mon, let go…cum for me.” he breathes out as i feel him twitch inside of me one last time. his permission is all i need to finally release the knot that had been building in my stomach, my mouth falling open in a silent scream as my hands rake down tom’s back. he winces slightly in pain, though it is soon cut off by a loud groan as he throws his head back, his hot cum coating my walls.

“oh my fucking god.” his voice is low, breaking slightly as it is cut off by a small whine, his eyebrows furrowing, hands grabbing firmly onto my hips. he fights the urge to close his eyes, watching me through half-lidded ones as my release continues to wash over me, my own vision blurred. he continues to move in and out of me at a steady pace, riding out our highs and fucking his cum deep into me, hips grinding against mine as he repeatedly bottoms out.

my eyes open slowly once i reach the end of my high, seemingly at the same time as tom. he remains inside of me, collapsing on top of me and running his fingers through my hair, brushing away the loose once that had gotten stuck to my face. his body shines with sweat, lining his skin and highlighting each muscle as they tense and release with each heavy breath, his lips remaining parted.

“you okay?” he asks after a few moments of silence, the room completely quiet besides from our rapid breathing. his lips place a few quick kisses into my hair, comforting me as he slowly slides out of me. i hiss slightly at the empty feeling, eyes closing as tom hushes me, mumbling a quick apology and kissing my lips quickly. he watches as a mix of our juices spill out of me, reaching to the nightstand into the box of tissues that sit there and gently wiping me. my body jolts in shock, still sensitive there.

“i’m sorry honey.” he kisses my inner thigh a few times, his free hand rubbing soft circles onto the skin, attempting to comfort me whilst he makes sure that i am cleaned up.

“you did so well schatz.” he smiles after placing the used tissues in the trash, quickly pulling on his underwear and handing me some fresh clothes. “c’mon, come here.”

he opens his arms out once i have finished changing, smiling softly as i climb onto the bed and into his embrace, placing a kiss to his chest when he quickly wraps his arms around me. the sun begins to set, its amber hues casting themselves across the sky, providing a perfect view from the large window opposite our bed. tom tightens his hold on me, kissing my forehead repeatedly as i place my leg on top of his own, resting my arm loosely across his torso.

i faintly register the sound of the apartment door opening, quiet conversation soon allowing me to distinguish the voices of bill and gustav, georg’s laughter following. tom taps my arm loosely, my head turning to face him as the guys’ footsteps near closer to the room.

“you’re sick, remember.” he winks, laughing quietly and placing the blankets over the both of us, rubbing my arm softly when the door slowly opens, bill’s head peering through the small gap. his eyes widen when he sees my expression which i had managed to change quickly - my eyes heavy, lips curved into a small frown, quiet coughs escaping from them.

“oh you poor thing, how are you feeling? did tom look after you? tom have you made sure-”

“i’ve taken great care of her, don’t worry.” a smug smirk rests on tom’s face, his hand reaching to squeeze my ass playfully under the covers - thankfully out of bill’s view. bill furrows his eyebrows, shaking his head and shooting me a sympathetic glance, returning his attention to tom. he laughs quietly beside me, pulling me even closer as my body is now practically on top of him.

“i took really good care of you, didn’t i baby?” tom asks, his eyes flickering between bill and i. my eyes widen, mouth opening to speak, though i decide on nodding my head weakly, realising that i have been quiet for far too long. bill shrugs his shoulders, accepting my small confirmation and closing the door behind him as he leaves. i hit tom’s arm, silently scolding him for almost blowing our cover, though he only laughs quietly.

“what? i’m not lying, i did take care of you.”