(successfully) failing to stay exes with michael kaiser ۶ৎ
꒰ summary ꒱; you were over at his house for one reason and only one reason — to return his hoodie. kaiser acts like his usual self and gets to have his way with you .ᐟ
꒰ content/warnings ꒱; 18+ kaiser's toxic and manipulative as hell, dubcon(?), mentions of slapping, breeding, fingering, sadism, overstimulation, not fully proofread
"knew you'd be back, schatzi," kaiser spoke casually, a weak smile playing on his lips as if you didn't look ready to throw a punch his way any second. he was still eager to joke around, even after everything he'd done to you? it disgusted you, yet you still found your attention drifting to what looked like faint dark circles under his eyes.
you'd been on his doorstep for about 5 minutes prior, contemplating knocking. the only thing that kept you from thinking for another 20 minutes were the brutal winter winds. the singular scarf you'd brought along with your outfit wasn't close to sufficient and you reaaallyy didn't want to risk catching a cold.
the one and only reason you were at this godforsaken house was because you had one of his hoodies you needed to give back to him. you couldn't stand another moment having it anywhere near the vicinity of your house.
you watched kaiser's eyes trail down your figure, easily catching the sight of your poor clothing choice for the weather.
"its snowing." and if the sight of him acting like the both of you were buddies didn't piss you off enough, that sure did.
"great, you've got eyes," you scoffed, irritation palpable.
it was surprising to kaiser seeing you genuinely annoyed. when the both of you dated, you accepted being nothing more than a doormat to him. catering perfectly to each of his whims with a smile, even. having you practically snarl in response to his words surprised him, to say the least. it made his heart ache a little — just a little. never more than that. he knew he fully took advantage of you, but he never thought to see the day you looked at him with such contempt. it wasn't worrying to him, though. he knew he could have you wrapped around his finger again whenever he pleased.
"no need to be so pissy, meine liebe." and the nickname made you clench your fists impossibly harder. it made you think back to to the days he'd call you that like second nature.
"i'm just here to give this back." you held up the article of clothing, frustration evident in the way you shoved it in his face.
he leaned his broad body against the doorframe, watching your display of annoyance with a glint of condescension in his eyes.
"come inside." he reached out to collect the garment, noting the way you held it like it was revolting.
"and why would i do that?"
"i wasn't asking," he shot back almost immediately, throwing the hoodie over his shoulder.
"okay, and i have the right to refuse." it was admirable, how set you seemed on not listening.
"you look ready to freeze to death and i'm not exactly in the mood to clean up a body."
you raised an eyebrow. "are you usually?"
he let a light chuckle slip at your retort. "don't be smart."
you turned, fully prepared to leave.
"please." it was spoken so quietly you nearly missed it.
kaiser never begged, anyone knew that.
but whenever he did, it made you soften. he knew that too.
you turned, the plead dragging a long sigh out of you. "what do you want, michael?"
"you- just you," he blurted out. you were well aware the aching sadness in his expression he was giving you was probably fake, yet it didn't stop you from folding ever so slightly. (completely)
"you can't expect me to-" you were cut off by a gentle tug, kaiser's much larger arms finding their way around your waist to embrace you, and for a moment, you really didn't want to move.
"michael, don't..." you trailed off when your gaze found his, taken aback by his teary-eyed expression.
"please, y/n, stay," he begged. his voice dropped to a gentle whisper, his grip on you tightening. you'd be lying to yourself if you said it didn't affect you.
every look was calculated, every word thought through, all of this effort solely to trap you back in his life. he was pure evil.
"i've been a mess without you," he admitted, his voice wavering just the right amount to make you soften.
"come in for just a moment, please? you can leave any time you want," he coaxed, the look in his eyes far too pathetic to not pity.
"10 minutes," you responded firmly, determined to not let him take up too much of your time.
one thing led to another and somehow, you ended up pressed against his wall, his tongue slipping past your parted lips, his length buried in your tight cunt.
you should've known every little thing, up from the start was all for him to have you back in this position. you couldn't even be mad — he always knew how to get his way with you.
"m-micha, h-haah s-slow down-" "you can take it, can't you?" he insisted, his lips smashing against yours with a fervor you didn't know he had. all you could do was nod, drunk on the feeling of him so deep inside, your gummy walls fluttering around him.
he hoisted you up, the only thing seperating you and the ground being his sturdy arms, keeping your legs apart as he thrusted deeper. "s-so good f'me, liebling."
he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, his touch tender.
sweat stuck his hair to his forehead, soft groans leaving his lips with every thrust. you were reduced to a whimpering mess beneath, clawing at his back.
right as you were getting used to his movements, your hips bucking up to match his pace, he abruptly paused, holding you there for a moment before pulling out without warning.
you were settled back down on your feet, forced to cling to him for balance. "w-wait, wh-" "10 minutes, right?" he reminds you, glancing over at the clock on his wall. he was petty as hell and you knew that. as much as you didn't want to feed into his ego further, you couldn't just leave on edge, your body was aching for more.
"get out of my house," he ordered, without a second look. "y-you can't do that?" "your words, y/n," he reminded, patronizingly. he snapped his boxers back on, running a hand through his messed up hair.
"can you at least fuck me properly first?" "don't know, can i?"
"maybe if you beg?" he added. you groaned in frustration, watching a smile creep onto his face. just how annoying could this man get?
"i'm not-" you paused, watching him reach down to grab his pants.
"please." "please what?"
"please, micha, fuck me."
he picked you up with ease, dropping you on the couch, nudging your legs apart with his knee. "that wasn't too hard now, was it?"
he tugged his boxers down again, lining his tip up with your soaked entrance.
pushing in you slowly, the relief of finally receiving some friction made you cry out, your fingers tangling in his hair.
you whined, his pace becoming unbearable again, pounding into you so deep, hitting all the right spots.
he pressed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, his touch so sweet again. you couldn't tell if he was solely doing this to keep you under him longer or if he really did feel the need to care for you as you lay beneath him in such an intimate moment.
"h-hnghh, y-you're so- d-deep," you managed to whine out. "i know baby, i know. you're taking it so well though, and you're going to keep taking it, right?" his last words having a firm edge to them. all you could do was nod feverishly and agree, your senses clouded by nothing but the feeling of his unrelenting thrusts.
his hand slides down to rub your clit, the action making your back arch, the sounds slipping past your lips fueled by pure ecstasy.
"who else could ever make you feel this good, huh?" and you could only moan pathetically in response.
"fuckin' answer me," he commanded, a harsh slap landing on your cheek. the action was a full 360 from the soft, lingering caresses he was giving you previously. "n-no one, no one else," you gasped out. "that's right, smart girl."
before you could register it, your orgasm hit, your eyes rolling back as you cried out in pleasure. kaiser's breathing sounded laboured by now, but he wasn't done yet. "just hold on a little longer for me, y-yeah?"
he gave a few final thrusts before letting up. the overstimulation made your toes curl, inaudible noises spilling from you, feeling him fill you up. he pulled out, teasing your sopping cunt with his tip. watching his cum drip out of your pussy onto the sleek leather of the couch was quite a sight to see. it was laughable, even.
you'd came to him with the intention of doing nothing more than returning his hoodie, yet ended up with his cum spilling out of you.
"keep it in there." he fingered it back inside, deliberately curling his fingers in your soaked walls, causing you to yelp in surprise.
he stuck his fingers in your mouth, forcing you to lap them clean. when you were done, he gave a lazy smile at the sight of you, breathless and dazed. after he'd pulled his pants back on, he didn't bother to help you out with your own.
"oh, and i think you may wanna keep this," he mused, dropping the hoodie onto your exposed body, earning an annoyed huff from you.
well, you'd ended up with it again one way or another.
© chiffonbunni
first time writing smut might cry im sorry if its ass don't throw tomatoes pls...
i love toxic kaiser so best believe there will be more of him on my page ᰔ
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