michael kaiser — keep that attitude up
requested by @veelovescandy
warnings: nsfw (smut), unprotected sex (p in v), brief dry humping, brat/brat tamer dynamic, power dynamics (msub, so kinda ooc?), collar & leash, asphyxiation, dacryphilia, angsty ish
you're really not sure where kaiser even finds his confidence. sure, he's tall, athletic, and pretty damn good-looking—hell, he's aiming to be the best in the world. it's only natural for him to be slightly narcissistic—he's worked so hard for this. but as good of a soccer player he is, he's clueless when it comes to relationships—to you.
love is such a foreign subject to him. too confusing. too abstract. too many loose ends that need sewing. it requires consistency, full effort and attention to keep—and it's not like soccer. he's a genius, natural born prodigy at what he does—he takes the basic information and transforms it into perfection. it's all so minimal. but with love—with you—he not only feels as if he's being demanded perfection, it's confusing when you don't expect the absolute best. he's had many opportunities in life, once-in-a-lifetime shots that allow no room for failure. but you disregard perfection—you demand to learn him through his mistakes, the essence of him.
he has some type of friendship, sure, but that's ness. somewhere there, kaiser still feels the burden of excellence. ness caters to him. but you're not like ness. you make it clear that kaiser needs to compromise and cater to you as well. it's a strange feeling—to be demanded to change for another person, but kaiser has never felt this fear of losing something this strongly in his life. the only thing that would be close is the soccer ball he refused to let go when he was little—founded. he's not absolute perfection, kaiser knows that, but his pride is too fragile from a past built on broken glass.
and that's why you're here to remind him.
kaiser's currently situated on the floor on his knees, legs folded so his body lay rest atop them. before him stands you, perched on the edge of a bed like siren. the room is dim as the last few rays of sunshine begin to make its course down the horizon. but the golden waves peek through the curtains, highlighting you in a cast of gold and enchanting beauty. you take in account the way kaiser stares at you as if you were a field of blue roses, and you return his mesmerization with a small smile. he notices almost immediately, turning his head away in embarrassment. him? gawking over someone else? fucking impossible.
but your hand, leash wrapped around your palm, traces towards his chin. and below that? around his neck? there, lies a beautiful navy leather collar. you chuckle softly before gripping the bases of his jaw, pulling his face to turn towards you once more. in his eyes hold a resistance, a remaining anchor to hold onto his pride. your poor kaiser, he hasn't learned the true etiquette of how to speak to a lady yet, especially one who's his girlfriend. before kaiser can find something else to gawk at other than you, you pull his chin forward and purr sweetly, "mihya, do you want to repeat what you said earlier?"
kaiser bites down a scoff and gulps instead, ego unrelenting. he retorts rather crudely, "i said, i don't need you nagging me about something so pointless." he waits for your response, hoping to sense some sort of agitation sparked within you, call it as what he believes is the right reaction—his sense of normalcy. instead, you don't shove, push, pull, you don't even scoff. but he sees the grin that covers your face, and he senses pure sadism within it.
"oh, so is that it? then, i apologize for being so pestering, schatzi." you pull forward on the leash wrapped around your hand, causing kaiser to jolt towards your direction. the leash drags the collar around his neck forward, pressure tightening around the sides and hindering his breath for a second. "you see, i don't do well with people ignoring me. so forgive me if i came off annoying," another tug of the leash.
you lean down to match kaiser at eye-level, and you can see it. the moisture that builds up in the lines of his eyes—pretty, clear, and sparking tears. kaiser's eyes widen once you notice, batting his eyes quickly in attempt to hide them. poor kaiser, doesn't he know that only pushes the tears further out? he regrets it quickly as he feels a wet warmth trail down his check, originating from his tear ducts. and once he opens his eyes to look at you once more, they're glossed over and reddening. the laugh that resonates from your core aims at kaiser's ego, the first crack to shattering the wall.
kaiser gathers the pieces breaking off in attempt to prevent further damage to his dignity and clicks his tongue, jerking his head back to shift his attention back. he mutters curses, not particularly aimed towards you, but to prevent himself from succumbing to his fear. he can't give you one-hundred percent—not yet, he's still unaware of his limitations and yours. how much of himself does he have to give before you throw the rest away? do you want him at his truest—the ugly, selfish, afraid, worst? will you give up on him before you tear down that final vine of rose thorns? the tears that fall from his waterline burn at his skin, salt settling in the raw of his pores. it's not only physical, it's the accumulation of mental exhaustion—of limiting himself to perfection and never showing you him at his weakest. are you ready to love him down to his worst mistake?
and it's frustrating that kaiser doesn't understand that you are—you're ready to keep him on this leash of infatuation and love until you choke out his surviving defiance. and you do exactly what you need to prove that determination as you tug on the leash, much harder than before. the tug pulls his quadriceps forward, and his chin lands onto your lap. his irises, too blue for such eyes that long for true freedom of the sky, marvel at you, a quiver in his lip as tears continue to form around the ridges of his eyes. his awe is overtaken with a sense of obligatory as you move your lips, "stand up, michael. or, keep that attitude up for all i care."
defiance rips through his bones immediately, but the fear of abandonment—the longing for more overrides his brat. so, he follows your command quite easily, but his wall hasn't broken yet. you watch carefully as he rises from his position on the floor, feet kicking out in order to stand before you. he goes from kneeling before you, to towering over you with a collar attached to your hand by a leash. the bulge in his boxers twitches to life as a result of a moment so sexual—intimate. leash in your grasp, you lie further back onto the bed, legs parting to make way for kaiser's figure. the collar and leash leads him to follow suit, pelvis aligned with yours as his body leans into yours. kaiser tries his absolute hardest to fight the sounds of sniffles and sobs, but it's too late. you already feel a drop of moisture land on your chest as he nuzzles into your breast.
the dress you wear has fallen past your thighs and the fabric bunches around your iliac crest. your bare cunt—curse you, for teasing him like this—meets his clothed erection in suffocating proximity. kaiser wrestles with the urge within him to just drive, to slam his hips against the bottom of your thighs. he's sure it'd be a delicious type of pleasure—and you know it too, you can feel the way his cock twitches for the slightest movement. kaiser knows the pleasure would be delightful with the added friction of his boxers. but to him, perfection comes first—which includes self-control.
funny what the simplest tug of leather can do to a man.
you yank softly at the leash, and that's all that's needed to motivate kaiser—to break down his remaining barrier. a new batch of tears form at his waterline as he finds himself now buried in the nook of your neck and trapezius. his hips pull forward, dick hitting your clit in just the right way. and he feels it too—how your cunt slobbers his clothed erection in arousal. almost as if his hips have a mind of their own, they find their rhythm of moving against you that has kaiser's dick drowning in his own pre-cum. kaiser resists the urge to even let out the softest moan, but you tug on the collar again, and escaping him is a choked sob.
you revel in kaiser's pure pitiful state, and you breathe out, "in, mihya. do that for me." and it's so foreign to have to listen to another's command—usually he's in charge of that. but he doesn't fight, the brat in him is gone—folded out of existence just from your seduction.
his hands find the waistband of his boxers hastily, lithe fingers forcing them down his hips and past his legs. they fumble to the floor, bundling around his ankles as he wastes no time in kicking them off. kaiser breathes shakily as he grabs the base of his cock, jerking it a little and smearing both his and your arousal against each other. the natural lubricant from both of you aids him in pushing his cock into you. the head of his cock pushes past your labia and into the walls of your vaginal canal, and that earns a gasp from the both of you. the stretch is painfully delicious, and it has you tightening the grip of the leash, consequently pressurizing the sides of the collar and choking kaiser slightly.
he keeps pushing into you until his pubis meets your clit, bottoming out his full length into you. his dick curves perfectly into your g-spot, that erogenous area that pushes your brain into a daze. his glans press against it as he continues to leak more and more pre-cum into you. you're such a tight fit for kaiser, but he doesn't complain. his mouth falls open in a series of pants as he eases into your body, waiting for your walls to adjust to his size. and once you give him the go-ahead, a two-fingered tap on his shoulder coupled with another pull of the leash, kaiser doesn't relent.
his hips drive forward and back against yours in repeated, languid motions. your labia clings to the base of his cock each time he even threatens to pull back, cunt tightening around him in the bestest of ways. the grasp you have around his neck with the leash in hand is firm, keeping his pace steady into you. the head of his cock pounds against your cervix and that sweet-spot inside of you so well. but there's still something odd—an intention for perfection still. kaiser's forearms situate themselves besides each side of your head, allowing the chance to hold himself up. but as he raises his head from the valley between your tits, one glance at your eyes and he can tell you're already irritated. and you confirm it so when you click your tongue, "let go already, mihya."
he tries to defy your orders once more, a last attempt to regain his dignity. but all he needs is not just a tug of the collar—but a full jerk forward that restricts his airway. "scha—tz!" kaiser chokes, words caught in his throat. his eyes look at you with unspoken pleas to release the tension in his collar, and he nods feverishly as a means to say i promise i'll listen.
you're satisfied with kaiser's pathetic display, and you hum in contentment as you loosen the tension on the collar. in return, kaiser gasps for air as he feels his thrusts begin to develop an unrestrained rhythm. the beats of his heaves once in controlled, precise strokes to your insides, stutter into erratic, unrestrained thrusts. kaiser allows himself to fully immerse within the confines of your pussy that—despite its tight space—feels so freeing. he gives into the temptation of the apple, body relaxing as his cock twitches inside of you. he cries when he feels you clench, walls tightening around his dick that seems to push him even further to that mind-dizzying destination. no longer are his thrusts limited from the burden of perfection—they're focused on chasing his pleasure alone, the deepest, selfish desire you've been trying to reveal all along. this is your way of telling him it's okay to be his true self around you—to show all the pathetic and worst sides of him to you, and that you'll love him through it all.
your moans egg kaiser on further, finding perfection in the greed and desire he's tried so hard to restrain from you. your other arm comes to wrap around his latissimus dorsi, clawing at his toned back. consequently, it pushes his chest further into yours, and it increases the friction of his pelvis against your clit. that stimulates the journey to your orgasm, pushing you closer to crossing into that sinful heaven of a territory. it increases the frequency of how much your walls squeeze and stutter around kaiser's twitching cock, in turn pushing him toward that border as well.
"schatzi... 'm gonna cum—" kaiser finds the strength to moan out his words in huffs. the tears continue to drip onto your skin as he finds himself stricken with the fruits of his lust. "please—ahh!"then you do the unthinkable. your hips rise to meet his, chasing after his thrusts and making it clear you do not intend for him to pull out. your legs wrap around his waist, pulling kaiser into an effective leg-lock. he whines pathetically as he feels his hips overreact further as a result of his incoming orgasm. the head of his cock is suddenly so sensitive deep within you, and kaiser feels the tightening of his balls and the base of his dick. you can feel kaiser twitch inside of you once, twice—gah!
ejaculate builds up within kaiser's urethra, and it sends absolutely euphoria through kaiser's veins. the ropes that he spills into you are warm, quick spurts of cum that flood your insides with a sense of accomplishment. his hips continue to move as he empties out the remaining sperm he's produced into you, moaning with a whiny, high-pitched tone, accent deep in his voice. and your orgasm follows suit quite abruptly, a sense of tightening contractions within your pelvis. the climax is both clitoral and vaginal, pleasure resonating deep within you, and sharply at the surface of your sensitive clit.
kaiser eventually stills within you, chest heaving as his face falls back into the juncture of your neck. your hand, previously wrapped around him, pulls back and over his shoulder, trailing from his nape and into his hair. the blue and blonde strands weave around your fingers effortlessly as you scratch at his scalp, a pleasant sensation to bring kaiser back down from his high. but your gentle demeanor doesn't inherently mean that you're feeling particularly gentle, and you tug on the leash once more. it shocks him back between that border of lust-gone and alert-to-reality, and he gapes at you in confusion.
with a stern voice full of confidence, exhaustion nowhere to be heard, you declare, "let me love you at your worst—your truest self, mihya."
he remains gawking at you dumbfounded for a few moments before his gaze trails away from you again.
a/n: descriptive writing was on its a-game tonight heh..
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