KEROSENE // Tom Kaulitz

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CONTAINS SEXUAL INTERCOURSE

(Shortly before the second pregnancy)

"I thought you'd like them." Tom said, looking in the mirror as I tried on a new set of lace lingerie he'd bought for me. I must've had over 10 sets by now. I started to not mind being like a dress up doll for him and I didn't think there was anything wrong with playing dress up every day anymore. I admired the intricate design of the set I was wearing, feeling like a suited a pale pink like what he'd given me. I was more than grateful for it; also for the fact he was treating me a lot better than before due to my improvement in behaviour. I simply batted my eyelashes at him and smiled with a sickly innocence.
"I love it. Thank you. I love you." I say, forcing myself to act as though I was in love with him still, even though he really was nothing special to me.
"Give me a spin." He said after he attached some fur to my outfit for me to wear, and also a fur cape that trailed behind me, dragging against the floor. He backed up to have a look at what I was wearing, marvelling in the gorgeous outstretch of my angel wings. As I nodded and spun around for him to see my new look. Judging by his face, he was enjoying what he was saying. So much so I could see that he was getting visibly aroused from this particular outfit. It was then I realised this was my chance — to let him have sex with me and I could instead have Bill's baby without Tom knowing a thing.
"Do you like it?" I asked, sitting down on the floor in front of him, looking up at him with innocent eyes. I listened to the soft sound of his breath deepening.
"I like it more than just the word 'like' can describe." He answered, taking a few steps towards me before he lifted my chin. "You're very beautiful, Renée." That was the first time I ever heard him call me by my first name. It was always Aceline, or some other derogatory term like 'bitch' or 'imbecile'. I continued to look at him with an innocent façade and hope he'd buy it, which would likely give him sort of joy.
"Really? I'll keep it on for you." I said with a smile and kept my eyes fixed on his lips without realising. However he noticed this much more than I did, and pulled my chin up closer to his face, where he in turn leaned down to me. I could've sworn that then, I felt butterflies swarm my stomach but instead in a ravenous fashion.
"Keep the rest of it on, but these are coming off. I think it's about time, don't you, Angel?" He motioned to my crotch, suggesting he wanted to take off my underpants.
"As you wish." I say, "would you like me to take them off myself, or do you want to do it?" Tom glanced up at me and thought for a minute before he eventually responded to me.

"I want to do it." He said, grabbing the sides of my undergarment and swiftly tugging downwards. I smiled softly as I watched his eyes widen like he'd never seen anything like this before, even though a part of me knew he definitely has.
"What's wrong?" I ask, wondering why he seemed so surprised.
"How are you freshly waxed?" He asked. My eyes narrowed as a smirk spread across my face. "I have my ways."
It was then that I felt the force of his hands shoving me onto my back on the floor; forcing a gasp out of my throat. I bit my tongue and looked at him, feeling my own arousal begin to pool at the dominant act. It was evident I was enjoying this a lot more than I aimed to, and that was what led to me to kiss him with a fever I've never shown even with Bill. He was surprised by this clearly, but did reciprocate it after a few seconds of hesitance and shock. As my lips ravaged his, I felt my body grow hot, and I felt almost as if there was an itch I needed to scratch, and something I needed to fulfil with each passing second I felt like this. I began to pant as I watched his hands reach down to undo his belt, feeling closer and closer to receiving relief. However I chose not to say anything and remained patient in fear of him stopping and leaving me hot and bothered like I am right now.
"Tom please..." I mumbled helplessly as he pulled down his baggy jeans he was wearing, revealing everything to me. I chewed on my bottom lip, the sight only fuelling my excitement — I just wanted this so badly right now, and I could hardly hold myself back.
"Excited are we?" He breathed out and made eye contact with me. There was no way in hell I was going to lie right now, so I began nodding frantically in excitement.
"I need it..."

As soon as I said that, I didn't realise how distracted I was and almost yelped as I felt his hips press against mine, and something push itself inside me. I began to pant again like I had been before, wrapping my arms around him and leaned into his neck, leaving rough kisses all over it. A pathetic noise had escaped from the depths of my throat, one that I felt like I'd held for all my life. "I- shit... oh fuck..." I gasped as Tom began to move his hips, driving himself deeper at a few points, and his eyes locked with mine so he could watch every single twitch in my face as I reacted to his assault on my body. He began to thrust extremely vigorously, leaving almost no room for me to respond or react to the strength of it. It was suffocating, but yet so good. I was surprised it took him this long to get to doing this with me, but I felt like I couldn't complain anymore with how enjoyable it was. His thrusting began to get harsher and quicker, his hand wrapping itself around my neck to force me to look at him as he abused my body like this. At one point he got so rough that I could see stars in my vision; and it presented to me that he definitely had experience.
"Fuck, Renée... you're driving me crazy." He panted, his voice shaky and uneven due to the fact he was thrusting as he spoke. Complaining was incredibly difficult right now. I felt like there was nothing to complain about at all, and I just wanted to bask in the ethereal pleasure that coursed through me. I took notice in the sudden increase in speed he was going through, and it told me that he was very clearly beginning to get close.
"You're close right...?" I ask to confirm with him, causing him to lock his dark, seductive eyes with mine again.
"Mhm." He hummed, pushing my legs up towards my head more so he could get even deeper than before; and it was then that my eyes rolled themselves back, my back arched up at him hitting my G spot, and I almost screamed with how loud I was getting. That alone brought me to the brink as well, just like he was. The last few seconds were incredibly intense, and steamy for that matter. A second or so later, he came deep, and I also reached my peak, my body shaking and my whining pursuing before ceasing. Needless to say I made a complete mess on the floor, but Tom was very clearly enjoying the mess, as it proved to him that he had such control over me. "There you go." He said, watching me writhe slightly as I felt his warm fluid settling itself inside me. A part of me felt so incredibly dirty for doing this with him, as he was still my kidnapper... but the most part of me loved it regardless, and didn't care because it felt so good.
"Thank you..." I croaked, my voice hoarse from how much I was panting and moaning, especially towards the end of the whole ordeal.

Tom climbed off me, and fixed his jeans and belt. He stood over me and looked down at my helpless form before he smirked.
"Maybe you'll be having my baby." He said, winking at me cheekily before petting my head. I sighed and rubbed my eyes from exhaustion, watching him leave the cell once again, leaving me disoriented...

But he still wasn't suspicious of my past affair.