Tom Kaulitz · Y/n story by @kingsofsuburbia

The only light in the room came from the digital clock on the nightstand, its red numbers reading 12:00 AM. The air was thick, still, and smelled of sex and sweat.

Tom Kaulitz

His voice was a low rasp, close to your ear Say his name.

His hand, large and warm, tightened just slightly around your throat. Not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you it was there. His other arm was braced beside your head, his long black braids brushing your shoulder with every deep, measured thrust.

Tom Kaulitz

Go on. Tell me who you’re thinking about.