Kaiser and your inability to take a compliment
fem!reader, hoes a little self conscious let her be, slightly suggestive at the end dont mind me, english isnt my first language [derogatory]
(yes, YOU, im not bring self indulgent sybau)
Kaiser is a cunt. An obnoxious, tactless cunt of a man who thinks being above average at kicking balls into a net might as well put him on the same level as a god.
What he isn't, though, is a liar.
With a vocabulary as limited as his, somehow managing to sneak the word "fuck" three times in a six word sentence, you would figure that tiptoeing around the truth is more than demanding for this man. So he might as well be honest.
Not once during your relationship has he hesitated to let you know that he thinks you're the hottest person ever, after him, of course. Not one date has ever passed without him leaving a kiss on your cheek alongside sweet praise, so why the fuck do you still act like he's doing it out of some sort of contractual obligation, even after months, ducking your head and dismissing him.
See, it was cute the first couple of times. Of course you would get flustered when faced with the affection of the one and only Ace of Bastard München, it's only natural!!
However, it's starting to get on his nerves, because obviously it's not just you being nervous around him anymore (at least not as much). What it's starting to look like is you not being able to precess the fact that someone thinks you're pretty, and that's really pissing him off for some reason. He didn't use up years worth of generational luck to bag the most gorgeous girl in existence just for her to treat his compliments like nuclear waste!!
And unfortunately there's not much his neanderthal brain can conjure up.
So Kaiser does what he does best: the absolute most.
Sitting on the couch, curled up on your side, eyes glued to the TV, you barely even process his voice.
"You look pretty fucking cute right now, you know that?"
He scoffs at the sight of you seemingly getting smaller, curling further on yourself with a quiet hum, almost rising to a whine, hardly even acknowledging him. What does get a reaction out of you, is his arm suddenly obscuring your view. This shithead pinned you down, leaving you struck and wide eyed like a baby deer. As he was saying, cute.
"Didn't you hear me? I gave you a compliment, shouldn't i at least get a thank you?"
You mutter out an apology which only earns you a slightly mode irritated Kaiser and a hand pinching your cheek, moving to squeeze your face.
"That's not what i asked for. What are you so embarrassed for anyway? Not like I'm pulling this out of my ass, I mean it when I say you're adorable." He punctuates by leaving a kiss on the bridge of your nose, leaving you squirming and burning up.
"Michael, you don't have to-"
He cuts you off again, this time pressing harder on your face to sqeeze your mouth shut, grinning at the way your lips pucker and part from the motion.
"Unbelievable..." Not even he's sure what he's so perplexed by; you somehow getting even cuter or your inability to notice it. Seriously, it's beyond him how someone so delectable can't find it in herself to accept such simple praise without essentially crumpling.
It would be endearing if it wasn't also so annoying.
Whatever! He'll have all night to drill that point into you (pun absolutely intended). For now he'll put his attack aside so his mouth can focus on yours. After all, he's always been better at showing instead of telling.
never let me near a keyboard again aughhh please someone else take this burden off my hamds and write for loser insecure reader for me..as my last dying wish ughhh...
