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It might've been the way his eyes pulled you in that triggered you.
It most definitely is.
Kaiser's eyes are laced with lust, tempting, scheming something mischievious, you're confident. His pupils are blown out, pooling with desire, when you finally give in.
He leans in to the kiss, your arm wrapped over his neck as you lick his tongue like there's no tomorrow. Right now, it doesn't even matter that everyone's eyes are peered over your obscenity.
With messy, hurried steps, you lead Kaiser into your bedroom while heavily making out. Saliva was drooling down your chin, down to your neck and to your chest—but Kaiser makes nothing of it.
He gives the underside of your lips one last peck before moving onto your jaw, his grip tightening on your waist as you both head into your bedroom.
The room was a little neat, the air conditioner switched on but you both feel the heat in the air.
Your bedroom was filled with tension and a heavy sense of lewdness at the horror in front of you.
Because right now you were on top of Michael Kaiser, the Michael Kaiser. The same man who ruined your life back in high school, the same man who had you wrapped around his finger, and the same man who'd beat you at every single test and contest at your school. Because of him, your life was a living hell, your parents never proud—and now you're on top of that same man, in your room of all places.
You don't remember how you both got here, it was the last thing you wanted to think of. Currently, you have no condom in the room, and you're both too heated to even think of interrupting. Guess you'll just have to hold back for now.
"I don't have a condom," you whispered before continuing to mark his neck, your crotch grinding on his hard boner.
He struggles to take off your top, but you don't bother to take off his, thinking to yourself that he looks better disheveled like this.
It makes you feel like you have control over him for once.
"It's fine," he paused before glancing above you from below, "I won't put it in," he hissed, reminiscent of how your ass' grinding against him, as if you're teasing him.
You are.
It's evident when your smile's so twisted, as well with that look in your eye. You revel in seeing the man who you've always thought was your enemy, struggling to hold himself back and keep his cool.
Your hands rest on top of his shoulders while you give his front a show, playfully rocking your hips back and forth like you were chasing your own high. But really, it's just to stir him on.
He cussed, palms snaking to the underside of your skirt as your clothed pussy kissed his restricted cock over and over.
This was really driving Kaiser insane.
People typically thought Kaiser was the playboy type, and though he is, he's still, unfortunately, a virgin.
So this was truly beyond him. Your skill was beyond his level of understanding that his brain was turning into mush, melting, as you lewdly and hungrily sucked on his tongue as if you were already fucking him.
Tears might actually start pricking on the corner of his eyes with how intense this kiss was, and then paired with your skillful dance on his lap.
The hands that was on his shoulders retracted at once, one sneaking near his jaw to turn his face more towards the kiss, and the other driving the hem of his long-sleeved shirt upward. The glasses he was wearing lay messily on his face that you became irritated and took it out, laying it on the nightstand near your bed.
Your hand played with his nipple for a while, earning short-breathed moans from him, muffled by the kiss, before caressing his abs, and then to his fingers that was palming your ass while you grind on him.
Now, both of your fingers and his were intertwined, and Kaiser almost wanted to cry at how intimate it was.
He hummed a moan, and finally pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath. You can't help but want to tease him, to get back for all of those years, "What, can't keep up, Micha?" you smirk, eyes forming crescents, really intrigued.
Kaiser doesn't budge though, deciding to keep his cool, but you cut him off the act with another kiss, sucking on his tongue.
Once again, his efforts were shattered, all for naught because you saw right through it. You're not to keen on giving up the chance to dominate Kaiser at something, even if it meant your life.
This was you fulfilling a lifetime dream.
But you really couldn't help but laugh, was it really this easy? Maybe he just doesn't remember you, and the thought really irked you bad.
All your life, you've remembered and hated this man to his core. Yet the thought of him not even knowing you—it's enough to send you into another spiral.
"Fuck, Y/N- wait- hmph-" Kaiser coughed, but you give him no time to cool. You will absolutely wreck him now that he doesn't remember you-
Wait, what?
You lips pull away, red, lipstick all smudged, glistening with saliva. You suddenly felt like wanting to tear up. This fuckass man actually remembered you.
With this newfound info, you thought to become less rougher and more gentle with him. Poor guy must've been shocked.
He deserved it though.
"You remember me?" You grin, eyes fiery and lit up. "Why the hell wouldn't I?" This bitch still has the guts to act all cocky even in this scenario, huh?
"Just to remind you, my whole life was ruined because of you, you fucker," Kaiser spat, cursing you with his heart. But you let it slide this time.
"Hah, even right now, you're still a little shit, huh?" You mocked, but inside, you were thrilled with this sudden turn of events.
Kaiser remembered you, and is now currently consenting to be fucked. What more could you ask for?
The man below you glared at you like there was no tomorrow, but with how much of a mess he looked like now thanks to your nonstop attacks, you could only find him, unfortunately, cute.
"Well, you're in for a ride because this fucker'll fuck you next," you laugh before leaning towards his already-red lips again.
He spares no time to resist, letting you take the lead with his virgin ass.
Within minutes, Michael Kaiser's left heaving within bated breaths, cock out, pants and brief thrown somewhere, and left with only his dignity you let him keep thanks to his shirt.
You, on the other hand, was still fully clothed, only your panties and your bra was gone. This stark difference was truly unfair, but Kaiser wasn't in any place to complain about anything when you're the one doing all of the work.
"You don't even know how cute you look right now," you coo into him, breasts in full view before you stuff his face to your chest, letting him take in the softness and melt fully.
"I'll take good care of you, Micha. You're a virgin, right?" You say sweetly, but deep down he knows you're laughing at his dilemma.
Kaiser really wanted to cry this time. Maybe because of the humiliation, but he knows in himself he could handle that. He did in all of his life. Perhaps, it was how you hugged him and glazed your tongue with sweetness even if it felt a little backhanded sometimes???
But he didn't want you to hog all of the control, so he playfully bit and nibbled at your breast.
You quietly whimpered, startled at his act before quickly keeping your composure. "You're a little bitey, aren't you?" You're not even hiding the fact that you're mocking him right now, speaking in a voice as if you're talking to a pet or a kid.
Fuck, this was degrading on another level.
But he doesn't want to reject it.
Truly, this new discovery's enough to send the Kaiser you knew into shambles. It was humiliating, degrading, and ridiculous that he's letting too much of his guard down to someone he hasn't seen in years.
Kaiser looked at you with teary, almost puppy-like eyes that instantly urges you to spoil and shower him with affection and praise. Fuck, he's probably into that anyway.
Regardless, you've decided, sure, that you'll reel out as moans and whimpers as you can with this man you once swore was your nemesis.