"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Kaiser mocks, grabbing your hips and yanking all you all way back onto his cock so it slams back inside of your pussy. You cry out, fingers pathetically twitching, begging for something to grip on.
"Don't try and run away. How you gonna run away when you're this wet. Don't bite at the hand that feeds you." Kaiser mocks – completely unfazed as if you're not falling apart beneath him. Cold-hearted. Not an ounce of sympathy.
"Kaiserrr— hnck– please! Sl-Slow down!"
"Alright, yeah, fine. I'll slow down." He says in almost a too sugary-sweet tone. He clearly has no good intention behind his words.
He drags his cock all the way out of your cunt at a tantalising slow pace, and then pushes it back in at the same cruel pace. A mean back and forth. It has you whining and writhing beneath him.
"Why you whining, hm?"
"Faster, please! Please–"
"C'mon, just told me slow down. One second, you want me to go fast, another second you want me to slow down. You're the definition of contradiction. " He tuts, almost annoyed, like he isn't the one manipulating your head and body like this, "But, fine. You want it faster. You'll get it faster."
His fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, shifting on his knees before he's slamming his cock in and out of you. You choke up on your moans, reaching your hands behind yourself to see if you can try and push him away from you. He tsks, grabbing both of your arms and pinning them down against your back. "Squirm again and see what happens. I ain't done with you yet. Far from."
kaiser started crying as he was fucking you content | smut, fem!reader, bf!kaiser, p in v, missionary
“fuck,” he groaned, his hips tightly meeting yours as he thrusted his aching dick into you once more.
his grip lay firm on your legs that were wrapped around his body. with every thrust inside your squelching arousal, your body made another stimulating shudder.
“micha—” you whine, your words lolling out of you.
“s’tight,” he panted, his hands squeezing the flesh of your legs. “s’tight.”
he leaned down, rubbing his wet and trembling lips along the skin of your neck before he began giving you suckling kisses. his teeth grazed your flesh as his tongue swirled his drooling saliva right onto you.
“s’tight,” he repeated, his voice a weak muffle against your body.
“micha . . . you’re so big,” you moan.
you can feel the tip of him twitching as he continued to pump in and out of you. his lips were practically scrambling along your skin, nipping, sucking, kissing.
“yeah?” he heaved, his breath fanning your kiss-soaked body.
“mmmm,” you rumble, your eyes stamped shut.
his pace was relentless. he kept burying his cock inside of you, making you feel the full extent of his size. god, your body was tensing and contracting with every pistoning thrust he made. you could feel the erratic pulsing of his thickness beat against the walls of your gushing pussy, making you nest your head back more into the pillow.
sniffle, sniffle, sniffle . . .
hn? your foggy, lust-clouded mind short circuited as you could feel the quivering of his lips and the sound of his sniffling accompany the room.
his rhythm faltered slightly. his hips rolled deliberately, savouringly. with each contact made between your bodies, a new electric jolt manifested inside of you.
“m. . . micha?” you squeak, your throat barely open to form words from his staggering pace.
he didn’t say anything. he kept his face buried into the crook of your neck, keeping all his attention on just how fucking good you feel.
“micha,” you say, your tone a groaning whine.
“shhh,” he muffled, his lips once again latching onto your flesh.
one of your hands snaked its way to the back of kaiser’s head. you played with the scruffiness of his hair. causing another frantic cluster of sniffles.
“fuckkk,” he whimpered. “ya s’good. feel s’good. fuck. fuck.”
he pulled back slightly. his pale skin was now a warmth-induced flush, with sweat beading along his features.
and his eyes. were full of tears.
his dick ached relentlessly as he quickened his pace back to a frantic speed, causing the breath in your lungs to dissipate completely.
“m—micha! you’re . . . crying,” you manage to choke out.
his head dropped, his arms were shuddering. he could barely keep his weight above you as he was basically squirming in and out of your wet cunt.
your hands rushed to cup his face, tilting his head gently back up to meet your gaze. his flushed features looked . . . so beautiful. his eyes, glistening with tears, almost made you . . .
squelch!
“ack!” you squeak, feeling his cock frazzledly push inside of you again.
“it feels so good,” he whined hoarsely. his words died down to mind-numbed praise.
he groaned, a deep and raw guttural sound. he closed his eyes, tears begin to path their way down his pink cheeks.
his voice was nothing but a mouse-quiet sniffle. “your pussy’s s’nice. ‘m gonna . . . fuck . . .”
his upper body dropped back down against you as he chased his release. with every drive into you, you could feel the beating pulse of his length intensifying. your thighs squeezed together along his body, trapping him completely. causing another desperate muffled moan to sound from his throat.
his one hand weakly pressed against your lower abdomen, making the feeling of his throbbing heat completely isolated — completely un-ignorable.
“cum . . . c’mon . . .” he muttered quietly through clenched teeth.
“micha— i’m!” your lips pursed together as your body went slack. all you could feel was the aching contractions your walls made against his gushing cock.
“mmmf. . .” he mumbled a whine, another tear trekking his face as his cock spilled into you.
you could feel the shooting of his cock filling you up, plugging you entirely. fuck. he could stuff you all he wants. but . . . why was he crying?
for a few beats, the two of you stilled, catching your breath.
then, you broke the silence. “micha?”
he pulled out of you, his body still buzzing with post-coital shivers. “. . . yes?”
you shifted yourself upwards just slightly, searching his face that was completely downcast.
“you were crying. why?”
his shoulders tensed slightly. he finally looked up at you, his eyes narrowed and slightly red-rimmed from both crying and cumming inside of you
he scoffed, running a hand through his hair as he grabbed his boxers from the floor.
his voice was a quiet, small mutter when he finally spoke. “ya just . . . feel really good.”
gn!reader, slightly (?) suggestive on sae & shidou (it's always shidou LOL), crack smau, established relationship
part II
Yoichi Isagi
Meguru Bachira
Rin Itoshi
Sae Itoshi
Seishiro Nagi
Reo Mikage
Hyoma Chigiri
Ryusei Shidou
Michael Kaiser
Alexis Ness
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a/n: so the queen got sick last week UGHHH i've been meaning to get this out before then but yeah i was bedridden lwk. also i was listening to Cowboys and Angels by George Michael on repeat making this loll hope you guys enjoy this smau! second smau yayaya, may or may not do pt.2
ft. vivien hugo, seishiro nagi, yoichi Isagi, reo mikage, michael kaiser, sae itoshi, rin itoshi, bunny iglesias!
cw: suggestive content, unfunnyness, why is everyone freaked out ts frying me
yoichi isagi!
seishiro nagi!
reo mikage!
michael kaiser!
sae itoshi!
rin itoshi!
vivien hugo!
bunny iglesias!
a/n: got this idea from an insta reel im genuinely devolving also don’t mind the Duolingo notification in viviens part IM SCREAMINGG
He's been flirting with you for weeks... but you don't know German.
Warnings: Fluff; NOT PROOFREAD!!!
[Lost in Translation Series]
You weren’t supposed to talk to him.
That was the one rule you gave yourself when you started interning for Bastard München’s media department: don’t get distracted by the players.
They were larger-than-life athletes, practically demigods. You were a glorified assistant with a clipboard and a very temperamental laptop. You had no business even looking in Michael Kaiser’s direction.
And yet… there he was — golden-haired, star-eyed, and grinning at you like he’d just spotted his next favorite game.
You met him on your second day. You were lost — which was impressive, considering you were supposed to be taking photos of the training field. Somehow you’d wandered into the players’ hallway, clutching a camera you barely knew how to use.
He appeared out of nowhere, towel slung over one shoulder, droplets of water glinting on his neck.
“You’re new,” he said, voice smooth and lightly accented. “Willkommen in meinem Reich.” Welcome to my kingdom.
You froze. “I—uh—sorry?”
He smirked. “Ah, shy. I like that.”
You blinked, smiling awkwardly, because what else were you supposed to do?
“Ich bin Kaiser.” I am Kaiser.
“Oh! Right, yes. I know that,” you said, fumbling your camera strap. “You’re… the Kaiser.”
He laughed softly — the sound low, teasing, deliberate. “And you are?”
You gave your name, still uncertain why your pulse was doing gymnastics.
“Schöner Name,” he said. Beautiful name.
You smiled back, clueless. “Thank you?”
He grinned wider, clearly entertained. “Anytime, Liebling.” Darling.
And just like that, he walked away — leaving you in a state of mild confusion and completely unjustified butterflies.
You didn’t realize it then, but that was the first of many German phrases you’d pretend to understand.
Over the next week, Kaiser made it his mission to “accidentally” run into you.
Every morning, when you brought the cameras to the sidelines, he was there — stretching in the most dramatic possible way, his shirt conveniently riding up. He’d call out,
“Guten Morgen, wunderschön!” Good morning, beautiful!
You’d smile and wave. “Morning, Kaiser!”
He’d wink. “Ah, you say my name so nicely.”
You had no idea he’d just called you “beautiful.”
Sometimes, he’d show up behind you while you were typing reports in the lounge. His voice would dip low, practically brushing your ear.
“Du hast keine Ahnung, was du mit mir machst,” he’d murmur. You have no idea what you're doing to me.
He’d chuckle, walk away, and leave you flustered for the rest of the day.
You figured he was being friendly.
He figured you were teasing him.
It was the start of a very confusing game.
Somewhere in between, poor Ness developed eye twitches.
Ness, meanwhile, was watching this slow-motion disaster unfold like a soap opera.
He tried to warn Kaiser once.
“Uh, Kaiser, I don’t think they—”
“Shh, Ness. They’re just playing hard to get.”
“No, I think they literally don’t underst—”
“Hard. To. Get.”
By week three, Kaiser was half-mad with frustration. You always smiled politely, always responded vaguely, always looked so calm — as if his best lines bounced right off you.
He was the emperor, the crown jewel of Bastard München — and yet here he was, losing sleep over someone who didn’t even blush when he said, “Ich will dich.” I want you.
It happened one afternoon when you were filming practice. Ness wandered over, looking slightly nervous.
“Uh, hey,” he said, scratching his head. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure?”
“Do you… speak German?”
You shook your head. “Not even a little. Why?”
Ness sighed like he’d just witnessed a car crash in slow motion. “Kaiser’s been flirting with you nonstop. In German.”
Your brain stalled. “...He’s what?”
“Yeah.” Ness looked genuinely pained. “He thinks you’re ignoring him on purpose. Says you’re playing hard to get.”
You stared at him. “I’ve been saying ‘totally’ to flirting?”
“Oh my god.” You buried your face in your hands. “What do I do?”
“Tell him?”
But before you could, Kaiser appeared behind you, hair shimmering in the sunlight, smirk already loaded like a weapon.
“Na, Engel? Verpasst du mich schon?” Well, angel? Are you missing me already?
You panicked. “Totally!”
Ness groaned audibly and walked away.
From that day onward, things somehow got worse.
Kaiser became bolder — leaning closer, standing behind you during interviews, dropping German lines that sounded like the verbal equivalent of winking.
“Du bist der schönste Fehler, den ich je gemacht habe.” You are the most beautiful mistake I have ever made.
“Ich schwöre, du machst mich wahnsinnig.” I swear, you're driving me crazy.
You’d nod politely, smiling like you were on autopilot, while your brain silently screamed: Why does he sound angry and romantic at the same time?
He started showing off more during training too — every goal followed by a quick glance in your direction, every smirk clearly asking, Are you watching?
And honestly, you were. Who wouldn’t? The man moved like art — all precision and arrogance and glow.
But then he’d ruin it by blowing you a kiss mid-goal and shouting, “Das war für dich!” That was for you.
You clapped awkwardly. “Yay… goal!”
He grinned. You died inside.
One late afternoon, you were sent to drop off photo files in the media office — conveniently located next to the locker rooms.
You were almost done when you heard a familiar voice.
“Da bist du ja, mein Glücksbringer.” There you are, my lucky charm!
You jumped. Kaiser leaned against the doorway, still in his training gear, sweat-slick hair and that impossible grin.
“Kaiser! You scared me.”
“Du magst es, wenn ich auftauche, gib’s zu.” You like it when I show up, admit it.
You blinked. “Uh… yes?”
He stepped closer, towel draped loosely around his neck, eyes sparkling like trouble.
“You really like saying yes, don’t you?” he teased, switching to English now, voice dripping amusement.
You blushed, unsure whether to laugh or run. “You say a lot of things I don’t understand.”
“Good,” he said. “Mystery keeps the spark alive.”
You muttered, “It’s keeping me confused, that’s for sure.”
He tilted his head. “What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“Hmm.” He smirked again. “You’re dangerous, you know that?”
“I literally just deliver footage.”
“Exactly,” he said, and walked away.
You stared after him, completely baffled — and slightly more doomed than before.
It became a bizarre routine.
Kaiser flirted. You nodded.
He smirked. You smiled politely.
Somewhere, Ness developed migraines
Sometimes he’d whisper something that sounded scandalous:
“Du bist mein Lieblingsfehler.” You are my favorite mistake.
You’d beam, thinking he’d said something about the footage.
Or he’d murmur,
“Du raubst mir den Verstand.” You're driving me crazy!
You’d reply, “Thanks! You too!”
Each misunderstanding only made him more intrigued. He thought you were teasing; you thought he was eccentric.
It was chaos, but harmless — until he started trying harder.
Two weeks later, Kaiser snapped.
You didn’t know it, but he’d spent the entire morning grumbling to Ness about you.
“They ignore me. No one ignores me. They’re obsessed, secretly. Has to be.”
“Maybe they’re just—”
“Playing. Hard. To. Get.”
Ness sighed so hard it could’ve powered a wind turbine.
That afternoon, when you passed Kaiser in the hallway, he blocked your path.
“We need to talk.”
“Uh—about what?”
“About this—” He gestured vaguely between you. “Whatever game you’re playing.”
You blinked. “Game?”
“You pretend not to care, but you do. You always smile when I talk to you.”
“I’m… polite?”
“Polite,” he repeated, eyes narrowing. “That’s what you call it?”
He took a step closer, frustration flickering behind his grin. “Every time I compliment you, every time I flirt, you just smile and walk away. You’re driving me insane.”
You raised your hands defensively. “Wait, wait—back up. You’ve been flirting?”
“Obviously!”
You stared, mortified. “Kaiser, I don’t speak German.”
Silence.
Actual, stunned, pin-drop silence.
His eyes widened slightly. “You… don’t?”
You shook your head quickly. “Not a single word!”
Then came the slowest, most bewildered laugh you’d ever heard.
“No way.” He pressed a hand to his forehead. “You’re telling me I’ve been pouring my heart out in German for weeks, and you just—nodded?”
You winced. “And said ‘totally,’ yeah.”
He doubled over laughing. “Oh, Scheiße! Ness was right!” Shit.
You covered your face. “This is so embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing?” he wheezed. “I told you you were the most beautiful mistake I’d ever made!”
You peeked through your fingers. “You what?!”
He laughed even harder. “And you said ‘totally!’”
You groaned. “I’m going to evaporate.”
When he finally stopped laughing, he leaned against the wall, smiling in that lazy, dazzling way that made you feel like the air had thinned.
“You really had no idea.”
“None,” you admitted, cheeks burning. “I thought you were just showing off your accent.”
“You thought this”—he gestured to himself—“was casual conversation?”
“I mean… it seemed very you.”
He chuckled, pushing off the wall. “You know, I should be angry. You ignored me for nearly a month.”
“You could’ve just switched to English!”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
You glared. “You’re impossible.”
He grinned. “And yet you keep talking to me.”
You rolled your eyes, but your lips betrayed you with a smile. “So what now, Your Majesty?”
“Now?” His voice dropped an octave, soft but teasing. “Now we start over. In a language we both understand.”
He insisted on walking you back to your workspace. You expected him to gloat, to make more jokes — but he was oddly gentle, tone quieter.
“You really didn’t know what I was saying?”
“Not a clue.”
“And you still smiled.”
“Because you seemed nice,” you said honestly. “A little dramatic, maybe, but… nice.”
He laughed softly. “That might be the first time anyone’s called me that.”
You shrugged. “Then you should hear it more often.”
Something flickered in his eyes then — the showman dimmed for a heartbeat, replaced by something almost shy.
“You’re… different,” he said simply. “Most people either worship me or hate me.”
“I didn’t understand you enough to do either.”
He laughed again, this time with real warmth. “Maybe that’s why I like you.”
You stumbled over your words. “You—what?”
“See?” He smirked again, confidence returning. “That’s what I’ve been trying to say for weeks.”
The next day, he found you in the lounge with a notebook.
“If you won’t learn German, I’ll teach you,” he said, sitting beside you uninvited.
You sighed. “Is this another excuse to flirt?”
“Absolutely. Lesson one: Date. That means ‘date.’”
You snorted. “Wow. Tricky.”
“Lesson two: Küss mich.” Kiss me.
You narrowed your eyes. “And that means…?”
He smirked. “Ask me sometime after lesson ten.”
You threw a pillow at him. He caught it easily, laughing.
“Don’t worry,” he said, leaning back. “We’ll take it slow. I’ve got time.”
I've been giggling to myself like an idiot writing this, my mom started giving me sceptical looks.🤣
am i the only one that actually likes being called good girl orr… anyways ill lock in n finish my reqs now since theres only three
thighs spread wide, your leaking hole was completely exposed, wrapped around and dripping all over kaiser’s dick. the mess soaked the sheets below as his thrusts came up, sharp and hard, strings of slick connecting your ass to his pelvis as his pace stayed steady.
his forearms had your knees pinned all the way to your chest, hands clutching your head and fixing your vision to your cunt, which was shamelessly wet with arousal. sweat was glossed over your entire body, tits squished together by the position and sticky from moisture. your eyes were concentrated on where your bodies were joined, loud slaps of skin sounding out with every harsh snap of his hips.
“hope your eyes aren’t rolling too far back.” you heard kaiser’s laugh behind you, “better be watching how well i fuck you.”
“n-no, no i’m watching!” you tried to let the words out as a whimper, but they came out louder than expected, voice cracking and stuttering, overwhelmed by how amazing it felt.
and even if you wanted to look away, you couldn’t. not just physically, because the position literally prevented you from doing so, but because you were hypnotised — the way his dick buried itself in your soaking pussy, length disappearing as he fucked into you. he’d pull out as far as possible, then ram every inch back into you, perfectly striking your sweet spot each time.
you were twitching at the feeling, nails scratching down his arms as your feet swung beside you. “you’re, ohh— so deep!” you gasped, watching his big dick getting slick with your juices. “i feel soo fucking full!”
“this? deep?” he scoffed, leaning back and planting his feet down firmly, “don’t test me.” handling all your weight with ease, he was moving faster and harder — thighs slapping up against your skin and tip abusing your poor gspot, causing your thighs to shake in his hold.
“mmfphh oh shit!” you cried out at the shift, the slightest change bringing an intense wave of pleasure. you could hardly breathe, every muscle in your body crying out for relief but it was exactly how you liked it. “don’t stop please!”
“yeah? greedy fucking pussy won’t let me go.” his thrusts were merciless, not giving you a seconds rest. his hands gripped bruises into your neck and although you couldn’t see him, you knew you had that familiar cocky grin slapped across his face.
he had wrecked you stupid in a matter of minutes, your tongue lolling out as drool spilt out the corners of your lips, adding to the mess he’d already made of you. your hands had given up on marking his skin, hanging limp by your sides.
“fucked dumb already?” he grinded into you, drawing a jolt from your aching body.
“ngh nooo, no…”
yeah, you were gone.
he was undoing his grip, pulling out momentarily while you, still in your blissed out state, let out a small whine. arms now fully hooked under your knees, they were still at your chest as he kept you folded in half on his lap.
“you’re gonna cum on this dick, hear me?”
“mhmm.”
he was gathering all the slick on his tip, running it through your puffy folds and nudging your clit before pushing in. the stretch was still filling, even after the way he had just fucked you, cunt clenching tightly around the inches.
throwing your head back on his shoulder, his reaction was similar — groans coming out through gritted teeth, cursing at how you were already squeezing him when he had just bottomed out.
“shit i said it, your pussy’s greedy.” he hissed, “trying to milk my dick already.”
hips beginning to move, he was fucking you just as deeply as before, rolling and coaxing over your favourite spot again and again, till only the whites of your eyes were visible.
the only thing coming out of you now were moans and whimpers, pretty to kaiser’s ears. your abdomen was hot and wrenching, orgasm beginning to approach and clit throbbing.
“touch my clit please, please!” you begged, seeking the extra stimulation to reach your climax.
he did, surprisingly without mocking or teasing you, letting an hand lose to knead into the sensitive nub. your back arched off his chest instantly, orgasm getting closer and closer with each rub, legs shaking in his arms.
“i-i’m coming, oh my god!” you let out a high pitched moan, pressure in your stomach unwinding as your cunt clenched tight, spraying clear liquid and drenching the already damp sheets. your whole body felt lightweight, orgasm providing a much needed release after being agonisingly folded in half for ages.
“there you go, good fucking girl.” he groaned, cock jerking in your heat. the fat of your ass jiggled as he pounded, his own orgasm nearing. “i’m gonna make you leak my cum.” his hands were forcing you back into full nelson, your calves burning and arms tired. “you looking?”
“haah, y-yes!” sight transfixed on the filth he was making of you, you watched as he came with a hoarse moan — legs twitching slightly and balls tensing, emptying out into you. he pulled out and you watched it drip, cunt creamy as his cum ran down like syrup, glistening under the lights.
“mm..” you muttered dazed, “s-so good.”
“yeah?” he was letting you go and massaging your tender joints, gathering your tired body up. heading towards the bathroom, he sounded so smug — he was the one that had done this to you and he loved it when you stroked his ego. “is my pretty girl satisfied?”
“definitely…” you were slurring, eyes fluttering shut.
