Your twisted psychologist!
or Kaiser helping his troubled girlfriend to bawl her eyes out!
tags: fem! reader, p in v sex, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, edging, cockwarming, masturbation, Kaiser is lwk healing, maybe ooc kaiser idk how to write him, porn with a bit of feelings, condescension, not proofread writer is oblivious
a/n: gulp... ill delete this I promise... I promised to make this blog pure fluff but I can't help it. wrote this on the bus, posted this while sitting beside my mom
Kaiser really tries to be a good boyfriend!Â
He courts you better than any gentleman should: showers you with gifts and money, has his way with words to make sure it strikes the right spot in your heart!Â
And of course he pushes himself to be a better person to turn to! Has anyone seen the collection of psychology books stashed in his room? Full of marks and writings in there, each page painstakingly examined to learn how to handle your emotions. As much as cumbrous and difficult it is, he sincerely wishes to never betray nor abandon your trust once you finally confessed and uttered the word âloveâ to him. If you couldmanage his standoffish and prickly exterior with such weak and pathetic insides (so gross and mushy like his bloody guts), why wouldnât he keep up?Â
At the end of the day, you were rest assured that there was nothing wrong with him trying his best to console you. So, you were left with the fact that it was your and only your problem all alone. Which begged a question: why would you bother Michael with your problems non-stop? He probably wouldnât notice.Â
Except he did. Seriously, did you think of him so lowly to consider using these measly tactics? However, before he decided to go resentful upon such disrespect and distrust, he decided to take the reins.Â
Kaiser used every trick in the book: spent more time with you, directly told you that you could always turn to him, tried to distract you, even tried to make you cry to get you feel at least something! Ultimately, the sight of your slumped shoulders, heavy breathing, rarely sincere smiles, this weird feeling constricting your chest until it physically hurt and didnât let you take a deep breathââit evolved into somatic symptoms, how couldnât he abhor his helplessness?!âânever left his observing gaze. He had to address the elephant in the room.Â
âI donât like it.âÂ
Kaiser lounged on the couch: thick velvet fabric of an expensive robe draped over him elegantly, another book about mental health rested in his hands, while he fixed his reading glassesââannoyingly rich and delicateview, truly keeping up with his âemperorâ style.Â
âWhat exactly?â You were passing him though his words made you halt and turn your head.Â
âYouâre not getting any better, and you donât tell me this.âÂ
His precise words cut through the air, as he looked up from his reading, staring at you with a somewhat stern gaze. The relaxed atmosphere of the living room shifted, like this uneasy plume began to seep from the corners and fill it.Â
âWhat are youâââÂ
âStop chewing your lip, first of all.â He pointed at your face lazily, which turned your lips in a thin line. âAnd donât do that thing with your hands. AndâââÂ
âDo you just want to scold me??â you boldly interrupted him, brows furrowed in irritation and arms crossed in this standoffish manner, like a rebelling teenager. âIâm completely fine!âÂ
âAnd... look at me in my eyes.â He went on patiently, exhaling through his nose, reminding himself the way he should approach your already vulnerable state. So, swallowing his pride, he mused, âSorry, Iâm just really concerned about your state. I can perfectly see that youâre not doing well, and you donât tell me shit.âÂ
Sorry... did he apologise? Did he even realise how much it meant for you (well, and most of all, for himself, too!)Â
Well, maybe for this occasion you shouldnât act so immaturely... especially when heâs so composed and ready to abandon his pride.Â
Your defensive facade crumbled as quickly as it appeared.Â
âIâm sorry, Micha, Iââ youâve already helped me enough, itâs just... I donât know. Something I have to go through and wait?âÂ
âSo..? Does that mean I canât help you anymore? Do I need to renew the boyfriend subscription?âÂ
âWhatâs the point of asking for help if it doesn't work? Just wasting time,â you rolled your eyes with a chuckle as a mere distraction. âItâs not even a bad feeling, you know? Itâs just weird. I canât even cry!âÂ
âYou canât?â Kaiser closed his book and put it aside, cocking his head in that irritating manner. Â
You stood awkwardly in front of him in utter silence, under his full and undivided attention. Something about it made you uncomfortable till you finally spoke up.Â
âI try to, but I canât.â you admitted in defeat. Â
âDo you need to cry?âÂ
Crying is a nice and healthy emotional outlet, Kaiser thought, glancing at the book beside him and then at you. So, he seriously saw no problem in his little offerââwhy would you get so tensed in front of him when hewas surely better than your friends who knew nothing about psychology?Â
âDo you need a shoulder to cry on?â Â
That was how he got you.Â
Michael relaxed on the couch; his legs parted so the fabric of his robe opened, revealing his toned legsââfrom ankles to his tensed thighs and dramatic v-line of his bare hips with hard cock that nestled inside you now, enveloped in your warmth. You were stripped bare, completely nude, a sight of curved and sharp lines, etched and exposed body, connected with his by this massive length you involuntarily clenched around.Â
âI-is it necessary?â you murmured in embarrassment, placing hands on his chest for support; the eye contactââclinical, honest, devoid of lustââonly intensified this burning feeling.Â
âI need you open and vulnerable, donât question my methods,â Michael pulled you closer with his trademark grin to put you at ease, hands carefully placed on your waist, rubbing soothing circles on the skin. âNow, tell me whatâs bothering you.âÂ
âDonât you know everything already?â you made a playful diverting jab, trying to lift your hips, which was futile with the death grip on your hips, strength that was about to leave bruises and was about to pop the veins on his tense arm, bicep twitched under the sleeve.Â
âSit still. And tell me again.â But his voice didnât change even a bit, still the same calmness, maybe even laced with some gentleness that left no room for bratting, so unlike him yet so attractive. You could tell that thesick bastard knew it perfectly by the way his smile shifted when you clenched.Â
Yeah, you gave in. Immediately.Â
âOkay... so, I donât know... maybe it all started whenâââ you were about to start when you felt the jolt of pleasure shooting up your spine, finding his fingers on your clit when you looked down, lightly caressing it. âM-Micha...âÂ
âGo on,â he tilted your head to meet his gaze again, voice low yet firm. âDonât be distracted.âÂ
Funny joke, you thought, again trying to veer this encounter in something more interestingââwhy did he think itâd be a nice idea in the first place? Especially when you were about to furiously grindââÂ
âUh uh... you stay still.â The hand on your hip squeezed in caveat, keeping you in place. Though his half-serious half-relaxed expression, totally not without teasing and mockery, made it clear that your whines and puppy eyes didnât work. âContinue.âÂ
âI think mh... I have this little p-problem.â Your breath hitched as you started again monotonously, like playing the song you grew tired of. Seriously, if he had just wanted to tease you, he couldâve gotten a better excuse than your âconcerningâ state.Â
âWhat problem?â he pressed on your clit, feeling the way your walls clamped on him, your bitter face got weaker, more pathetic, and warmer (in contrast of chilly air of the room, leaving shivers at the nape of your neck).Â
âI donât mean to be rude w-when this happens,â you thread carefully: thoughts began to process slower, be it this plume of lust gradually taking over you mixed with this heavy feeling in your chestââfunny sensation, to be fair. âI-I know I isolate when I, M-Micha, f-feel this way...âÂ
âPoor thing... how do we help you if you keep doing it?âÂ
Something about being pitied that way, your struggles acknowledged with a badge of honour, light condescension and a pinch on your clit, shoot sparks of pleasure through your body, as you writhed in Michaelâs holdââyou could be not a better person but you had an incredibly hot boyfriend!Â
âThey donât... but I wishââ a-ah! W-wish they stayed...â you shuddered, squeezing the cock inside you that it only added to the stimulation. You closed your eyes behind fluttering eyelids, focusing on this sweet sensation that was about to melt. âIâm close, Micha!â Â
And then he withdrew his fingers, leaving you whining pathetically.Â
âSit still,â Kaiser reminded you, not giving you a bit of friction against your aching clit!Â
âB-bastard...â you muttered in his shoulder, pulsing longingly.Â
âMe? I stayed, unlike them. Iâm anything but bastard, liebling,â Michael chuckled, like you said the most funny joke, tilted your face, chin accommodated between his thumb and index finger, slight look of disappointment shown on his face. âYou didnât finish your story. Speak up.âÂ
You stayed silent in protest, only occasionally whimpering at the fading feeling in your core, but unable to retain like that for too longââin the end, he was in control of your pleasure! And especially today when he was extra gentle with his touches (and extra mean with his teasing!)Â
âSo... I also donât like that they t-treated me this way...âÂ
Kaiser could go for hours like that. There was something fun in this repetitivenessââpush and pullââand the way he played this game was nasty.Â
The slick was oozing from your hole, running down his shaft, staining both of your thighs, while it seeped down his velvet robe; your pussy clenched so tightly and so many times, it remembered every vein and ridge, shaping to its mould. You were trembling uncontrollably, hips desperately trying to move in the sync to the waves of pleasure, scrapping your nails all over Michaâs chest and shoulders. That was all you wanted to think about. Micha and only Micha!Â
He didnât change a bit in his attitude: still composed even if his dick was suffocated and drowned in your juices, still demanding and keeping you talking like a doctor with a nearly conscious patient, pulling you out of the trance. He was devouring all your sweet reactions, all this frustrationââboth mental and sexualââuntil he heard your voice.Â
âD-donât stop! D-don't! Please please please I beg!â You were so sensitive, your clit was so sensitive to his touch, throbbing and aching, it was merciless to torture it like that!Â
The way it broke at the end, and he forced you to look him in the eye and see the reddishness under the thick layer of tears.Â
A little more, he thought, quickening his fingersâ pace, until he knew you were close; he knew better than anyone when you were, he mapped out all your reactions, the same ones he was drinking in.Â
You were close... he could feel it, hear it, see it.Â
He attentively watched your face, finally contorting in desperation, first broken sobs leaving your mouth, and the most importantââpearly tears running down your cheeks. Â
You broke down. And he couldnât help but feel so aroused. So cruel, so gross, but so hard. His cock twitched inside you.Â
âM-Micha, youâre sooo sniffle mean!â you cried, finally. âIt hurts!âÂ
âWhat hurts, shatz?â his velvety voice remained so soothing, so patronising, so pitying. As if it wasnât him ruining you with this smile creeping up, as if it wasn't his voice making you clamp on his shaft even more. Â
âEverything! Itâs s-so unfair, so unfair, so unfair!!â You sobbed in his robe, smearing tears and snot against the expensive fabric. âTheyâre unfair, youâre unfair!âÂ
Pretty cries echoed in his ears, like a nice symphony, before you boldly bit into his neck, sinking teeth deeply in the blue rose, the same rose that kept you in place. What would give him more pleasure than drive you into even bigger tears?Â
âPoor baby, they treated you like that.â And he treated you better, of course he did, something he must remind you. He cupped your face, wiping your tears away. He loved the way he didn't even have to rise his voiceor come up with insults to make you cry even moreâone of his favourite things in psychology.Â
âI-I canât go on... M-Micha"Â
âShh... you can, youâve been such a good girl for me.â Â
He leaned closer, enough to steal a kiss, though he didn't aim for your puffy lips, but for your tear-stained cheeks. Boldly, he ran his tongue along the wet paths, moist muscle went up until it met your fluttering eyelashes. Salty, he thought.Â
âI canât I canât I canât!!â You writhed in the thorns of blue rose that kept you in place, trembling body pressing against his. You felt velvet against your sensitive, hardened nipples, shuddering once againâall of your senses screamed!Â
âJust a little moreâŚâ Â
You exhaled inconsistently but when you tried to focus on pleasure, a few more tears spilled down your cheeks. Â
Reaching that point where the borderline between pleasure and pain was washed out, once Kaiser again touched your abused bundle of nerves. It was grossâthe thought repeated in his head, circling back and forth.Â
As more blood rushed to his raging cock at the sight of you falling apart, his head started to fill with questions: is he sick in the head? Making youâ his only lover, the one who accepted him, the one he was supposed to protectâcry, feeling this twisted satisfaction.Â
He kissed your eyelids, grip on you slightly loosened, as he nudged his hips upwards, seeing you shudder at the lightest movement. Maybe it was guilt overcoming his desire.Â
âOkay, pretty girl, enough for you.âÂ
With these words he carefully flipped you onto your back, hands on your hips, rubbing soothing circles, as he started to thrust and hit your sweet spots, already so sensitive you spill tears like nothing! Â
âShhh, you know I love you, right?â Kaiser buried his face in the crook of your neck, feeling your hand tangling in the blond locks.Â
The hands behind your trembling knees bended your legs, hearing your squeals growing louder with the new angle, repeating his name over and over till it was drilled into the back of your skull.Â
âM-Micha, I l-love you!â You managed to choke out mid sobs, making his heart swell with this unfamiliar feeling, that made his pace erraticâhe, too, had to tease himself throughout the evening. Â
âCome, Maus.â He groaned, pressing down on your tummy.Â
You came violently: eyes rolled behind the skull, cries mixed with dirty slick sounds, while Michael spilled his seed inside your clenching heat.Â
Gasping for air, you came down from your highâit was lighter, now that this mysterious pressure in your chest was gone. You were fucked out but relieved. Nice sensation accompanied with sore muscles. The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was Kaiserâs analytical gaze. Â
âAre you okay?â He fixed your mussed hair. âDo you need another round?âÂ
âFine... phew... no more.âÂ
So he scooped you in his arms, laying down with you on top of him, head resting on his toned chest.Â
âEnough tears for pretty girl?âÂ
âYeah... it's easier to breathe,â you muttered at his teasing, before turning your head to look in his eyes, gaze softening as well as your voice, âThank you, MichaâÂ
âshh.. Just rest. You can thank me later.âÂ
Kaiser really tried his best when it came to his relationships. And if he could help you his own way, why wouldnât he give a shot?Â
I'm nervous guys I want to delete it I can't write smut to save my life
