hi babes, I love your reading so much-I got a request for you. Tom kaulitz in love wit the tokio hotel assistant? Since the job interview with the band, he fell in love idk😭😭
hiii lovely, sorry i took a while to reply and that this may not be too well written - ive had sooooo many assignments lately
i might end up rewriting it as well, but nevertheless enjoy ml ♡
(not proofread 😭 so sorryyy for any mistakes)
-love always, katie
˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹------˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹------˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹
despite the ‘smoking prohibited’ sign, you found yourself leaning upon a cubicle wall, lighter clutched in one hand, as you used the other to place the cigarette between your rose tinted lips. your finger hastily flicking the click and producing a flame. Inhaling the addictive smoke, letting it explore your lungs, before releasing it into a swirling cloud of grey.
after a few drags, you tossed it to the floor, before stubbing it out it with the bottom of your heel. you were too anxious to really care about littering.
stepping out of the cubicle, you let the door swing, taking in your appearance in the mirror set in front of you.
bringing a digit to your lips, you noticed the rosy stain had left them. looking for a gloss or lipstick, you fumbled between the discarded cash, pens, and papers of your purse. finally finding the first gloss you could, you twisted the cap open and applied a crimson layer to your parted pillows. fixing any smudges swiftly, and spritzing a light prolific coat of perfume.
taking one last glance, you smoothed down your outfit and slung your purse on your shoulder.
clutching a paper copy of your resumé, along with your portfolio, you entered the room. your gaze immediately laying upon him.
“please, take a seat.”
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you couldn’t quite tell when the flirtatious remarks, or lingering glances had become more. but every time you so much as glanced in his direction, you felt a wave of heat washing over you, leaving you a bright shade of rose in its wake.
for him, he couldn’t quite understand how you, some random girl, had left him so consumed. perhaps it was your alluring good girl facade. always so punctual, always so organised, so sweet, so pretty, so perfect - he knew there was more to you, that this was a little act. your beauty, to him, was ethereal. the way you had left an ingrained image of you in his mind. he only had eyes for you.
˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹------˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹------˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹
your eyes fluttered shut, bringing your fingers to your temples, massaging away as if you were to dismiss the boy’s effect on your head.
you had so much to do: scheduling, organising, planning, and yet all your thoughts were invaded with the idea of that immature teen with the guitar.
hearing the blasting music, you weren’t sure you could help yourself, maybe you’d give in and distract yourself from the work. sure, tom would be there, but maybe that’s exactly what you wanted.
stepping out from your make-shift office, you were in a trance; watching, listening from behind the scenes.
midway through the band’s performance, instead of his view set on the thousands of crazed fangirls, he found it lingering on your figure, standing in the stage’s entryway.
your hips swaying side to side in sync with the rhythm, your hair wild, the clipboard clutched in your hand.
catching a glimpse of his stare, your lips parted subconsciously, before forming into a smirk.
you couldn’t lie, you adored how infatuated he’d become with you, because you found yourself feeling just the same about him.
˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹------˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹------˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹
a calloused hand wrapped around your forearm, pulling you through a slight crowd of people. the performance had just come to an end, and in a blurred rush, tom had come off stage, dropped his guitar off, and almost dragged you away.
pushing you up against some backroom’s wall, you were lost, seeing stars just from his touch. he’d held an arm against the wall, the other draped around your warm body.
his face glistened with the light layer of sweat painted across it, parted lips just mere centimetres away from connecting. “not so professional now, hm?” he mumbled breathlessly, a slight sense of smugness intertwined between his words.
you wanted to reply, but failed to. you were drowning in lust. the hand once wrapped around your figure, found its way travelling to your face, before tilting your chin upward. “you looked s’pretty, dancing like that,”
“shut up,” you closed the gap between you, pressing your soft lips on his.
the kiss was hasty, reflecting how much of a long time coming this had been. so dangerously, obsessively, wonderfully heated.
when he reluctantly allowed for you to come up for air, you rested your forehead against his, a slight blush tinting your plush cheeks. “wanted this for so long, so long”
bringing his head to the nape of your neck, nuzzling into it, “so long,” his voice vibrating against your heated skin, leaving you shuddering.
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you justified it with post-concert adrenaline, but deep down you knew it was more, you wanted more.
and in your absence, he could smell that sweet sillage of your perfume all over him, leaving him wanting more.
˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹------˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹------˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹