✮ ˚ ࿔ dinner with the kaulitz twins at their parents house got a little rowdy
love triangle if you squint , there’s no actual smut lmfao
it’s been a while since you’ve last visited the kaulitz household, and simone had been missing you for quite some time.
so, tom and bill had taken it upon themselves to invite you to theirs after their band practice! luckily for you, your shift conveniently ends at the same time they finish up.
much to your surprise, you find yourself in quite the situation.
sandwiched in between bill and tom, you sat there quietly listening as bill on your right and simone conversed about how their practice went.
you feel small. two six feet giants are currently pressed to each one of your sides like guard dogs. it was as if there was no space left in an animal enclosure and they left a bunny with two wolves.
to your left, you quickly glanced at tom who was already staring at you with half a smile.
goddamn that beautiful face, you curse him.
“so y/n, how was work? i never hear from you anymore i missed you!” their mom exclaimed warming your heart, you missed her more than she probably is aware of and wished you came over to theirs more often.
“i’m sorry, i wish work wasn’t currently swallowing me whole.. it gets so busy in the office i..—!”
you jump in your seat, some of the pasta you took a bite of getting stuck in your chest as the warm palm of a hand caresses your thigh.
you quickly look below the table to see that tom currently has a grip on your thigh.
his hand. fucking tom kaulitz currently has his hand on your thigh.
their rough, and calloused. you can feel how coarse his skin is from how often he practices on the guitar.
it’s sexy and tense, and truth be told you would take him right there; but not in front of his parents! you cannot believe he has the balls to do this and be completely normal about it.
“hmph,” tom hums.
he doesn’t attempt to hide his smile, not looking away from simone and their step dad and talking to him casually as if nothing were happening.
you feel your face heat up as you give simone a smile as to not worry her, continuing your conversation about how work is and vice versa.
as the five of you sat, tom begins to inch his hand, slowly sliding up the hill of your thigh as his pinky hikes up your skirt.
shit.
pressing your thighs together, bill notices how tense your body is and becomes quite concerned, not knowing that this was the doing of his older brother.
as an attempt to keep it cool, you frantically pick up the glass of water in front of you and take a swig, to again choke on the water feeling another foreign body against yours.
as another hand is added to the opposite of tom’s, bill squeezes your thigh as to what he would call ‘for comfort.’
this is anything but comfortable.
in opposition to tom, bill’s hands are more soft and frail, his manicure slightly digs into the muscle of your thigh, not enough to hurt you. if he were to loosen his grip, the marks of his nails would’ve left an imprint.
to an average person, this might initiate the impression of his concern and wish for you to be okay.
to bill? he wants you now and you can’t run from it.
you feel nothing but heat and embarrassment flushing to your face, coughing up whatever you tried to take down from this moment oblivious to the kaulitz parents.
“honey are you okay?” simone asks. as a hard squeeze to your supple thigh makes itself present, bill chimes “i think y/n is getting sick, from overworking of course.”
you look to bill who has an innocent smile on his face, cursing yourself again.
goddamnit that beautiful face again!
curse those kaulitz genes! as you internally scream.
“an early night huh? that can’t be good..” simone frowns.
“haha, y-yeah..” you slightly laugh but purse your lips to hide any reaction that might slip out from having bill and tom hold onto you as if you were prey.
you can’t seem to look away, and you can’t seem to deny what he said. you hate lying, and you wanted to talk to simone for longer and tell her the truth.
but the darkness in bills eyes sparks some curiosity that you need in your boring mundane life.
he holds your thigh tight, but a shallow gasp escapes your lips as to the opposite of his, a hand is sliding up and down your skin, massaging it.
“i think y/n should stay over tonight, have us take care of her, hm?”
“oh! well i can set up the guest room if that’s okay!” simone gets up from the table, gullible. she has no second thought of taking care of the daughter she never knew she needed.
“that’ll be okay, mom. she can stay in our room tonight, right tom? the more the merrier.” bill politely rejecting his mom’s offer.
“i think that’s fair. is that fair y/n? it’s super cold tonight and we wouldn’t want you to get any more sick now.. would we?”
tom quickly winks as his hand now rests up your skirt, as bill bites his lip, holding your thigh so tight it might actually leave a bruise.
well fuck.
“right.. ah.. mind if you excuse us? i think it’s an early night for me—for all of us—actually, sorry simone, love you.”
“ich liebe dich, mama.” tom and bill kiss simone on their cheeks before bill takes your hand in his, rushing you as tom hurriedly follows behind.
“liebe dich! sleep well my dears.”
you plaster a smile on your face as if you don’t currently have her sons’ hands basically down your pants.
excusing yourselves from the dinner table, the three of you head upstairs in a hurry as simone and her husband still sat at the table, finishing their food.
“well, it’s so glad to see y/n get along with the boys just like when they were kids~!” simone chirped.
“…”
her husband couldn’t help but sigh and just shake his head to how adorable and completely naive his wife was.
tonight was NOT an early night for you.