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michael kaiser x fem reader kaiser wants to fuck you in his robes. warning(s): nsfw, mention of sexual transaction, light degradation, orgasm denial minors do not interact.

michael kaiser is a man of luxury. you sometimes think that the life of a pro soccer player isn’t that far off from the lives of the reality tv royalty on your screen, seeing how kaiser practically has everything served hand and foot to him whenever he isn’t on the field playing. you know he works hard to have what he does, but it’s hard to not think that he isn’t that far off from a spoiled child sometimes. 

“stupid girl.” he leers down at you, sizing you up with that horrible appetite of his. your stomach twists with both fear and anticipation when his lips break out into that sadistic smirk of his. “what makes you think you can go around touching my things?”

his soft robes flutter out underneath you like wrapping paper undone, leaving your naked body exposed to his greedy eyes. you can’t meet his gaze, your back pressing into the bed as you bite the inside of your cheek.

“first you can’t keep your hands off of me.” he nips at your neck with his teeth, and he makes sure it hurts you a little. “and now you’re walking around the house wearing my bathrobe like it’s yours.”

“it looked comfortable,” you protest. you pout at him, and the bed dips as he slots himself in between your bare thighs. you can feel the ripple of his strong legs as he hums under his breath. his hands hold onto your hips, caressing the curve of your body as he admires your exposed form. even though he’s going through the trouble of pretending to scold you, he enjoys this back-and-forth.

he wanted to fuck you the moment you waltzed out of the bedroom with nothing but his robes on you, the low neckline exposing the swell of your breasts to him and your bare legs making his dick grow hard just at the thought of feeling you up. you were wearing it like it was the most obvious thing in the world, like the luxury he brought home was simply something that was meant for you.

you’re cheeky. even if you don’t intend it fully, he likes that about you.

“mmm. i wonder if you’ll say the same once i’m done fucking you in it.” his cock rubs against the inside of your legs, and a low whimper rises from your chest. “bet you’d look cute. my stupid, stupid darling, all fucked out on my cock, begging for my forgiveness on top of my robe… that would make you think twice about taking my things.”

you shudder when his dick slides right up your slit, his tip catching against your swollen clit. kaiser knows exactly what he’s doing to you. he knows that slutty cunt of yours is probably drooling over the thought of taking his thick cock, your insatiable hole only ever happy when you’re stretched out and overstimulated on his dick. 

he can’t blame you. kaiser’s not that different from you in that he likes you best when you’re sweet and obedient to him, pussy overrun with his cum and mind overrun with love for him. 

you hiss when you feel him line himself up, his cockhead pushing through the resistance to enter you. he takes his sweet time, thoroughly savoring the feeling of your cunt latching itself onto his length. you stretch out so nicely around him, walls squeezing and rubbing up against his sensitive organ like you were made to take his cock. kaiser adores spoiling you with that disgustingly big paycheck of his, but there’s nothing he loves more than spoiling your pussy with his cock.

he groans, still grinning down at you. “fuuuuuuuuck, darling- you’re squeezing me like a fucking virgin-”

it burns so good. it hurts, his cock always just a bit too big for you to take comfortably, but when his thighs meet your ass, you can’t help but moan. he hasn’t even started thrusting, yet you feel so full. you swear you can feel him in your stomach, your pussy already pushed to its limits only from him putting it in. your fingers curl into the rich material of his robes, and kaiser can’t stop staring down at you with that idiotically possessive smile of his.

you look perfect. your eyes are blown open wide, mouth curling into a round ‘oh,’ your thighs perched around his hips, your slutty tits just within reach. but the cherry on top is the sight of your pussy taking him in, his cock splitting you in two. 

he bucks his hips into you, and you jerk back into the bed with a harsh cry. “w-wait, not so fast…! ‘t hurts- you’re too big…!”

“take it,” the blond orders. a hand flies at your neck, gripping your throat and pressing down. you sputter and choke as your airflow is cut off, leaving you squirming and at the boy’s mercy as he starts to set up a pace that’s too rough, too much for your unprepared cunt. “you should have thought twice about wearing my things if you weren’t prepared to take this much at the very least.”

he watches you to struggle, your senses fighting for air while your lower half sucks him, your hole unintentionally clenching up around him and fucking his cock deeper into you while you struggle for your next breath. he waits with calculated precision, waiting for the moment your eyes glaze over and your body starts to go limp before he loosens his grip on your throat, granting you his generous mercy to suck in another shaky inhale.

he knows you love being manhandled like this. your pussy’s long been broken in by his cock, having grown too used to his size and his roughness, only being able to cum from being used by him. your cunt refuses to let his dick go, making lewd wet noises ring throughout the room while your slick lubricates him. you make it too easy for him to have fun fucking you. no matter how much you whine and try to fight against him, your cunt’s all too ready to do however he feels like fucking you. 

and you take it like how he says you’re supposed to. he revels in the way your pussy won’t stop fluttering around him. it only takes a few more rounds of him choking you and leaving you scrambling underneath to know that the arousal mounting deep in your gut can only take so much more. he can feel the way your cunt gushes around him, and despite all the fun kaiser’s having in watching you struggle to breathe, he knows better than anybody else how good you’re actually feeling.

your moans melt into slurred words and then feeble noises. 

“that’s my darling,” he mocks. “this is how you should always be. this is all you’re good for. if you want me to buy you all these expensive things and keep you by my side, you have to pull your weight too. there’s nothing like a cock hungry bitch to keep me motivated, you feel? someone has to make all that hard work worth it for me.”

you clench up around him. he chokes back a bitter laugh, feeling your rapid pulse underneath his hand. your orgasm is approaching dangerously and quickly, the asphyxiation and the inhuman pleasure overriding every other thought in your cloudy mind. you can barely bring yourself to think about anything other than kaiser’s thick fingers wrapped around your throat and his cock ramming into your horribly aroused pussy.

he knows that too. he hasn’t let a single detail escape him. the way your mouth twitches, the hot tears that threaten to spill over your dainty lashes, the terribly alluring way that your body seems to dance for him on top of his dark robes. part of him wonders if you’re heaven-sent, a soulmate crafted just for him, but on the off chance that you aren’t, he marvels at how satan himself has worked overtime in creating someone so deafeningly alluring.

you drive him insane. he throbs inside of you, and if it weren’t for his own stubbornness, kaiser swears he would have cum right there and then. 

you need more. not much—just a tiny bit more. you want him to choke you a little harder, fuck into you a bit rougher, a bit deeper. your body shakes and quivers violently, and an animalistic moan threatens to rip from your mouth. there’s something about kaiser that makes you act like this, some kind of mindless sex doll that doesn’t care for anything other than having your cunt ruined to hell and back by his cock.

he lets his fingers loosen up again, and when sweet, sweet oxygen floods your windpipe, you cry out to him. “‘m so close- michael, please- wanna cum, let me cum, please…! need it, need it so bad-”

“hmmm?” he quips coyly. “is my baby close? do you want to cum?”

you nod as fast as you can. “yes! yes, yes, please let me cum! wanna cum on your cock, wanna feel good on your cock!”

kaiser thinks about indulging you momentarily. you’re so cute, that prideful facade of yours completely broken and worn down into nothing, your chest heaving as you try to beg for him in between shaky breaths. even as his thrusts shallow slightly, you cunt won’t stop milking him voraciously, determined to feel every inch of him buried inside of you. you’ve always been so good for him, always letting him do as he pleases, always being the good girlfriend cheering him on, always ready to drop everything at a moment’s notice if he so much asked for it…

but that would be too easy.

he pats your ass twice, and he laughs loudly. you blink up at him curiously before he yanks himself out of you fully. he lets go of you too, practically pulling himself off of you. your body responds to it as if ice water had been splashed on you, your body suddenly feeling deprived and empty without kaiser’s dick stuffing your cunt. shock settles onto your body before you can respond, and your eyes widen up at him in disbelief.

“wh-,” your voice sounds so broken and lost. “kaiser, wait…! no, no, i was so close! why’d you do that-? what the fuck??”

your pussy throbs, frustration clawing at your chest as your foggy mind tries to piece through the pounding in your gut. it hurts, you want to cum so bad, and him leaving you unfinished makes you want to melt onto his clothes and cry. your hand instinctively snakes down in between your thighs to rub at your clit. you know you can’t get off as well without his cock, but you’re desperate enough to feel anything. 

he grabs your wrist, letting out a quiet “tsk, tsk” at you. “poor thing… did you really think i’d let you get anything that easily?”

you squirm weakly underneath him, not even having the proper energy to fight him off. your pussy flutters and shakes, wanting to be stuffed with something again in order to get rid of the heat swirling incessantly in your core. you’re near tears, overwhelmed with the carnal need to cum, and all kaiser’s doing is ruining your orgasm while laughing down at your pathetic form. 

“do you want it that badly? enough to be acting like this?” kaiser licks at your eyelids, feeling the salty taste of your tears bloom on the tip of his tongue. “i knew you were a cockslut, but i didn’t think you’d be that desperate for my cock… does it really feel that good?”

you throw your head back, crying exasperatedly as his lips keep pressing at your skin. all over your now tear-drenched face, your neck, eventually claiming your mouth in open kisses. he pins your hands down to the cool silken material of his robes, clambering on top of you as he drinks up the sight of you all broken down.

“if you want it so bad, then show it to me.” his blue eyes twinkle like the devil’s. “nothing comes for free in life, darling.”