KEROSENE // Tom Kaulitz

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[SEXUAL INTERCOURSE WARNING]

The door opened to yet another mansion. However this one had windows which Renée was more than relieved to see. She sighed and held onto Bill's shoulders while he carried her almost like a princess. He handled her with such care that she never thought was possible. It drove her crazy for him. It was a moment where Renée felt truly in love and she adored it.
"Why do you treat me so nicely?" Renée asked softly, earning a confused look from Bill.
"I treat you nicely because you're a human being, and hey, I think I'm starting to like you, Renée." He said, setting her down on his bed once they reached his bedroom. His bed was large and comfortable, which Renée was appreciative of. She wondered if he'd let her sleep in his bed with him at night if she were to live with him. Since she met him, she didn't think once about being a model. He plagued her thoughts entirely.

"I see..." Renée blushed and looked up at him as he laid her on his bed, and he began to tower over her, moving in closer to her lips. It was clear he had the intention of kissing her. However, Renée was feeling far too in love to care about how quickly he was doing this. She snaked her arms around his waist as he crawled atop her, lifting her chin to try and kiss him. However Bill moved his head back slightly and prevented her from doing so to tease her.
"Come on now, don't get impatient." He taunted, leaning into her more. "I would've thought a supermodel like you would have more self respect than this. You're practically at my feet." He chuckled. "Not that I mind..." quickly, he slipped a hand under the shirt she was wearing, sneaking his hand up across her chest, feeling the softness of her skin, and her cleavage of course. It was then that he decided to actually lean in and capture her lips in a feverish kiss. He reached down and grabbed her hips, pulling Renée against him as they kissed.

"I could easily become obsessed with you." Bill breathed, mumbling against her soft lips. He kissed her for a few more seconds like this before starting to trail them down. He peppered kisses along her jawline and neck, every so often stopping to suck the skin there, and leave hickeys across her ivory skin to claim her as his own. Renée groaned softly as a response, not sure how she should even respond to such a thing. She cursed softly and leaned her head back against the bed, stretching her neck slightly so that there was more room for the hickeys to be left on her skin. She felt so right even if it was a dirty thing to allow a man she only just met to do such intimate things with her, but she was far too in love to care. She panted heavily and reached her hands to his belt, gently tugging it downwards.

Renée noticed a tattoo of a star on his lower right side of his abdomen, on his hip. She smiled softly and traced it softly with her index finger. All the lines and points to the exterior of the star. She admired it, finding it beautiful. As she took a sharp breath in, she prepared herself for the act they were about to engage in.
"I'm nervous..." Renée mumbled, avoiding eye contact. It was so clear that the girl was nervous. She couldn't help but feel that way, no matter how hard she tried to brush it as being arousal. Her body ached to be touched, and luckily she was getting what she wished for.
"Why aren't you wearing any underwear?" Bill broke the silence as he realised she wasn't wearing anything underneath. A grin spread across his face.
"I wasn't allowed to. He told me I didn't need them." Renée answered honestly. Her chest rising and falling with her excitement mixed with anxiousness.
"Not allowed to? Why? Was he planning to rape you or something?"
"Maybe. Who knows. He's sick." Renée could've sworn that she saw his eyebrow quirk. However she chose not to speak on it and kept quiet. He just hastily moved on and said absolutely nothing on topic from his question.
"Are you a virgin?" He asked.

"Well... yeah..." She responded honestly. Her eyes averted to the side in embarrassment about her sexual history. However, luckily Bill didn't seem to mind. He just smiled at her as if he was happy about that and slipped off her shirt to display her entire body. His eyes darkened with lust as his eyes set on her body; his hand reached between her legs and began rubbing her as the other worked to take off his belt and unbutton his jeans. Once he was freed from the restraints of his trousers, he glanced down at Renée's face for any hints of hesitance. Luckily for him, she seemed to be dead set on doing this with him, which made a smirk play at his lips.
"You're cute." He said, covering her eyes as he positioned himself between her legs carefully — relying on Renée to keep still. "You ready?" He asked to confirm with her. He watched her nod and that was more than enough confirmation for him. In one swift motion, he quickly thrust inside her, earning a gasp to escape her lips. Bill grunted at the unfamiliar feeling he was witnessing right now. "Shit... he whispered, his tone shaky and unstable.

Renée grabbed onto his waist even tighter than before and cursed, uncontrollably moaning as he began to thrust. Her eyes began to shut to focus on the pure ecstasy shooting through her body like electricity. It made her feel alive in ways she'd never felt alive before. Every single movement kindled a new light, and she only began to feel more in love the more this happened. Her eyes opened again so she could admire him, and noticed a thin layer of sweat beginning to build on his face, watching him gulp and breathe deeper the faster he went, watching him lose control of himself and watching him yield to his instincts. All of this excited her. It was already addicting. Because of how blinded she was by love; she didn't realise that she had slightly bled from it being her first time, and didn't appear to feel any pain from it either.

Bill's movements began to get more harsh and erratic the more he thrusted, his hand finding its way into Renée's hair to pull it and support himself. It was then that she heard a few soft moans and whimpers coming from him, which he was too driven to hold back. He noticed that within a certain level of harshness, tears began to spill down Renée's pristine, flushed cheeks. However he could tell that she was crying out of pleasure rather than pain. He leaned in and kissed her as he held her hair, feeling a tingling in his lower abdomen signalling him approaching his climax. Bill bit her bottom lip and chewed it between his teeth; as he watched her more, he noticed that she was also feeling close.
"Come on...." He whispered huskily "you're almost there. Atta girl." He said, angling his hips differently to hit different spots which could make Renée squirm. That much was true, and she definitely started squirming underneath him. Her mouth fell open as a knot tightened in her stomach, trying to untie itself and release her from the pressure she felt. Her desperate whines got more vocal to please Bill's ears, and her eyes watered even more than before. The harsh abuse against her womanhood drove her crazy, and it was then that she felt the knot that was building snap in half, and she reached the peak of pleasure.
"F-fuck...!" Renée cried as she reached her peak, feeling almost explosive to her. It was then she felt something shooting inside her... warm, hot even... like a fluid of some sort. It took her a moment to process what it was, before it dawned on her... But right now, she was too tired to care, and she just lay limp on the bed, her head falling onto the pillows. She felt Bill collapse beside her, and pull her into his arms comfortably, covering the two of them in the duvet of his bed. He kissed the side of her neck lovingly.
"I don't know what I could do without you..." he said, hiding the knowing smirk that was on his face from her. Renée's eyes began to flutter shut, as if she had no choice... it was just her body trying to get her to catch up on sleep, she supposed. Either way, all she could do now was fall asleep in the arms of her new muse.