"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.🤣
Blue Lock boys overhear your conversations and think you hate how they fuck you
Ft. Bunny Iglesias, Sae Itoshi, Vivian Hugo, Michael Kaiser
Bunny Iglesias
Bunny was on top of you, thrusting achingly slow, and just the tip at that. It was driving you mad. This wasn’t like your boyfriend at all. Sure he took his time with you but by now he’d have your face smashed into the pillow dumping load after load into you. So what the fuck had gotten into him?
It was killing you. Your arousal was dripping onto the sheets while he teased you with just the tip. Your face was hot and your body was squirming, looking for any sort of release.
“Mm-Bunny…go all the way baby,” You whined, arching your back so his cock would slip in a little further.
But Bunny just pulled back, continuing to tease you with just his tip prodding in and out of your entrance.
“What’s wrong Princesa? I thought you didn’t like it rough.” He stopped moving all together and looked at you pointedly.
You whined at the loss of the small movement that was keeping you somewhat sane. What was he talking about? He knows you love it when he fucks you rough, he knows you absolutely love having your legs thrown over his shoulders while he thrusts into you. Half of the time when you see him all you think about is his biceps choking you while he drills into you from behind.
“What?” You asked aloud, confused.
Bunny leaned back, pulling out of you, “I heard you say to your friend on the phone the other day ‘I hate that he’s so rough’. So I decided to not be rough, since you hate it so much,” He explained, crossing his big arms over his bare chest while turning his head away from you, a small pout and light blush on his face.
You blinked and stared at your boyfriend. “Bunny” You cooed, reaching to run a hand down his bicep. “I was talking about our professor, we were complaining about how tough he grades” You stifled a laugh watching Bunny’s pout drop and face blush deeper.
“You weren’t speaking about me?” He asked, arms still crossed across his scarred chest.
“Of course not handsome. I love when you’re rough.” You laughed lightly at him, “I didn’t even say ‘rough’ I said ‘tough’”
“English isn’t my first language,” He replied, grabbing your legs and throwing them on his shoulders.
He thrust in slowly, his cock finally stretching you open as he buried himself to the hilt inside your pussy. You let out a soft moan, digging your nails into his shoulders as your pussy squelched, your arousal coating his thick cock.
“Let me redeem myself Cariño” He spoke before catching your lips in a kiss.
Sae Itoshi
Everybody knows Sae to quiet and reserved. Not shy, but always saying less than necessary.
But when you two got intimate it would be one of the few times he’d let loose and let his sounds spill freely from his lips while he was sheathed inside you.
It took months of your prodding and persuading but he finally felt comfortable enough around you to be vulnerable in that way.
So why the fuck was he quiet as a mouse while you were riding him. He could never keep quiet while you were on top.
Your brows furrowed as you looked at him, gently bouncing up and down his length. His head was turned away from you, refusing to make eye contact, and his jaw was clenched. He did feel it, he was stifling his moans on purpose. You for the life of you just couldn’t understand why.
So you did the only rational thing: you began bouncing and grinding harder, moaning his name obscenely, and digging your nails into his chest.
He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment and grabbed the pillow beside his head and covered his face to stifle a moan. You heard a soft vibration move through the pillow, as he clutched it with both hands.
You stopped moving and yanked the pillow off his face, “What is wrong with you today?!” You asked your boyfriend, bewilderment and slight anger in your voice.
“Nothing.” He mumbled with a scowl on his face, turning his head away from you again.
You grabbed his chin and forced his head to face you, “What’s wrong?” You asked, a little bit more sincere this time.
He tried to look away again but you kept your grip on his jaw firm.
Sae let out a sigh, “I heard you say to your friend you hate how loud I get, when I went to pick you up yesterday,” He mumbled.
You looked at him, confused for a moment.
Then you remembered, “Oh Sae, baby, that wasn’t about you hun, it was about this annoying try-hard at work. He always talks super loud and then I can’t ever hear what customers are saying.” You cooed gently, pushing his messy hair back.
“Oh” He stared up at you, embarrassed, “Sorry” He said, blushing, turning his head away from you.
“It’s okay,” You replied, caressing his cheek and slowly moving your hips again, grinding down on his cock.
This time he gripped your hips tightly and whimpered proudly as your pussy clenched around him like a vice.
But you better not tell anyone Sae Itoshi does anything but brood around all day.
Michael Kaiser
“Mihay…I’m tired” You whine.
You’ve been bouncing up and down on your boyfriend’s dick for what feels like hours now, and usually when you’d mention being tired he’d switch positions without complaint, but today he was being unusually cruel, refusing to give your tired legs a break.
“Keep going Schatz, this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Michael spoke from under you.
He was resting lazily on the silk sheets, looking up at you with a look that was a mix between smugness and disappointment? His hands were behind his head and he was barely letting out any noise, bitting down on his tongue to make sure of it too.
You didn’t have the energy to ponder about it, the pleasure coursing through your body and the burn in your legs was all you could feel at the moment.
“Mihya pleease. I can’t keep going.” You cried out in frustration.
Michael just looked at you with an eyebrow raised. When it was clear your boyfriend wasn’t going to step in anytime soon you got off of him and collapsed on the bed with a huff.
Michael leaned over, hovering on top of you, “Bet you won’t complain about me always being on top now, will you Schatzi?” He said with a smirk.
You looked up at him with furrowed brows, catching your breath, and waiting for the feeling to come back into your legs, “Mihya what’re you talking about?”
Michael looked offended beyond belief, “Do you think I’m stupid Schatz? I heard you talking to your friend the other day saying ‘Oh I hate how he always has to be on top all the time’. So I only gave you what you wanted.”
You stared up at him and hit his chest lightly, “Now I really do think you’re stupid Mihya, I wasn’t even talking about you! I was talking about this guy in my lecture who’s a total teachers pet. God if you’re gonna eavesdrop at least listen to the whole thing” You said, rolling your eyes.
“Oh” He stared at you deadpan, his pride wounded because he was wrong, “So you don’t hate it when I’m on top of you?” He asked, trying to regain some of his dignity.
“Oh course not Mihya,” You replied, wrapping your arms around him to pull him onto you, “I love when you’re on top,” You kissed him then, pulling his chest flush to yours.
“So we can continue?” He said, not really asking for permission because he knew your answer.
Before you could respond he slowly slid into you, looking down at your figure laid so beautifully on the pillows under him, right where you belong.
Vivian Hugo
Vivien was thrusting into you, huffing lightly and letting out a breathy moan here and there.
But something was wrong.
He refused to look at you and his hands stayed planted firmly on the sheets beside your head, refusing to touch you.
Your stomach was churning and your mind was racing thinking of anything you could’ve done to make him behave like this.
Normally, your boyfriend would hold you close, his hands exploring your body, and his onyx staring into yours as he thrust into you. In fact, he’d throw a fit if you even asked to do doggy because he couldn’t see your face properly, so what the fuck was his problem right now?
“Vivi,” You whined quietly under him. Your hands moved up his biceps and grabbed his shoulders, “Vivian,” You spoke again as your right hand reached up and cupped his face. You pulled his face down to look at you and he immediately closed his eyes.
Your heart broke.
“Vivian, stop” You called out, squeezing your legs against his waist, hoping to get him to slow down.
He stilled, but stayed sheathed inside you. He finally looked down at you, concern lacing his features, “What wrong?” He asked, genuine concern in his voice.
Your eyes were watery and you bit your lip before you spoke, trying to stop the tremor in your voice, “Why won’t you look at me? Or touch me? Did I do something?” You asked quietly, tears threatening to spill down your face.
Vivian’s face dropped when you spoke. His eyes widened in horror and you could almost hear his heart shatter hearing your words.
“Mon chou, don’t cry” He said, cupping your cheek, “I thought you didn’t want me to touch you? I didn’t want to cross any boundaries”
You stared at each for a moment with mirroring expressions of utter sadness and confusion. You’ve been together for 2 years! What could he possibly be on about?!
“Why wouldn’t I want you to touch me?” You asked, breaking the silence.
Vivians throat bobbed before he spoke, “When I picked you up from campus yesterday you were speaking with your friend and I heard you say ‘It’s so creepy how he makes eye contact and then touches me.’ I thought you were speaking of me. I was confused you even wanted to go this far today. I thought I you were beginning to get sick of me.”
Your eyes widened in remembrance, “Noo, Vivi, no. I wasn’t speaking about you. I was talking about this barista at the coffee shop on campus. He flirts with me all the time and when he hands me my drink he always makes direct eye contact and touches my hand. We were talking about how creepy his behaviour is” You trailed off, biting your lip.
“So I don’t disgust you?” Vivian asked quietly.
“Of course not! I love when you look into my eyes and touch me” You replied shyly.
“Do I need to deal with this barista that bothers you?” He asked, the newfound reassurance lighting up his face.
You laughed and smiled up at him, “How about you fuck me properly first. We can deal with everything else later,” You replied, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.
Vivian kissed you like a man starved. His tongue slid into your mouth as he slowly began thrusting into you again, his hands all over your body now, caressing and squeezing.
He moaned against your mouth, “I love you,” He breathed against your lips.
“Love you more,” You breathed out as he kissed down your neck to make up for the lost time.
Idek what this is man.
I was too tired to comprehend a title
Not proofread
I need to sleep foreverrrrr.
Need Vivian sososo bad, need those big ahh hands all over me.
“i don’t really prep you, do i?” kaiser murmured, on his knees between your thighs. you looked up at him, flat on your back and nervously shaking.
his gaze was on your exposed wet pussy. then, it shifted to ness, who sat on the edge of the bed — torso twisted so he could angle his vision entirely on you and kaiser.
“prep?” ness questioned.
“yeah. like fingering or whatever,” kaiser answered. he turned to look back at you. “i just like letting you feel the stretch of me.”
“. . . fuck you,” you mutter, your bumbling gaze darting back and forth from the bedsheets to kaiser.
kaiser simply smiled, though his low lidded gaze was heavy with irritation. he turned his face over to ness again, who had his brows furrowed and pupils trembling.
“see how she can get?” kaiser scoffed.
“kaiser, when can i—”
“don’t start, alexis,” kaiser cut him off. he turned his gaze back to you, the disruptive heat briefly softening to a simmering gleam. “you like the stretch of me, don’t you?” his tone was hushedly taunting — designed to make you feel embarrassed.
“y—yes,” you mumble, your voice almost getting caught in your throat.
“every time,” he chuckled, clearly satisfied with your now shy compliance.
ness glared at you two with a glued stare — completely captivated as he was watching kaiser begin pulling down his own sweats to reveal himself.
“alexis. watch,” kaiser instructed firmly, his gaze not averting from your body.
“mhm,” ness nodded vigorously, completely honest with his submission.
“you ready, schatzi?” kaiser purred, leaning down to nip your earlobe — prompting you to respond.
you nodded, feeling too fuzzy and embarrassed to speak the proper words. because, well, ness was right there. watching. kaiser’s ‘friend’ that always gave you weird looks or meaningless smiles. your heart twisted and ached, though.
because you swore you were twice as wet than when it was just you and kaiser.
kaiser’s leaking cock pushing inside of you slowly made you sound out a pitchy squeak — which only encouraged kaiser’s madness even more.
“fuuckk,” kaiser groaned reverently, his eyes closing as he absorbed the feeling of the gummy walls of your pussy squeezing his throbbing cock. “it feels so good. every fucking time.”
ness shuddered slightly — feeling a knot in his gut that was being utterly neglected. his mind was dizzying with the ache of his own hard, twitching cock.
once kaiser fully pushed inside of you, he leaned down to give you a harsh, suckling bite on the flesh in the crook of your neck. you bit your lip, trying to stifle a squirming moan. his teeth dug violently into you, though his tongue swirled your reddening skin and his lips slurped on both your sweat and his drooling saliva.
he pulled away, not bothering to give a softening lick.
and then he started moving his hips back, his cock pulling out of you in a way that made you feel starved and empty.
“see?” kaiser murmured to ness. “now your turn.”
“w—what?!” you and ness both sputtered.
kaiser snorted, his eyes narrowing as he fully glanced at ness. impatient and still a little pussy-drunk.
“you heard me,” he huffed in frustration. he efficiently pulled his sweatpants back up, already moving over and out from between your legs.
ness sat frozen, his eyes following kaiser who now was standing at the bed’s side — gaze dark and expectant. then, his gaze traveled over to your wide blown expression.
as well as your gushing wet pussy, that was pulsing inwards and outwards from being deprived of kaiser’s cock.
kaiser’s jaw muscle tensed slightly, frustrated from not hearing no response and seeing no movement.
“didn’t i tell you to do something, alexis?” kaiser whispered lowly. he grimaced, as if truly offended. and that offended look in his eyes bore straight into your naked body. “schatzi, he’s nervous,” he said, merely belittling ness.
“m’not nervous,” ness replied quickly. instinctively, he started moving towards you.
you jolted, shocked from the sudden dips in the mattress and shifting of the sheets. your eyes frantically landed onto ness, who was now positioned between your thighs — just like how kaiser was.
and gosh. you couldn’t help but look right down at his bulge. his sweats were completely strained, pulling tantalizingly taut along his cock. he was so fucking hard.
“go on, then.” kaiser crossed his arms, staring at the two of you with an unreadable expression. “get that erection of yours dealt with.”
“h—huh?” ness quivered, his head tilted and turned to kaiser. almost as a defensive gesture, ness’s hand self-consciously palmed his erection.
“fuck her ‘til you cum,” kaiser snapped. his face was contorted with complete frustration and irritation. not to mention how he said the statement like it meant alleviation rather than more sour awkwardness.
and that confused the shit out of you. why was he so willing to offer you up like this? that wasn’t fucking fair.
“kaiser,” you breathe, basically struggling to get your words out. the tense, suspenseful environment was tearing at your insides.
kaiser’s sharp gaze flickered over to you, his features softening slightly. “what.”
“n—ness is . . .” you trailed off, almost unable to finish your thought. you groaned staggeredly, frustrated with yourself.
“don’t get shy,” kaiser sighed, annoyed. he uncrossed his arms, crawling back onto the bed and sitting on his knees at the bed’s end.
ness bit his lip, kneeling between your legs looking completely dazed and lost. did you not want him inside of you? ness got nervous.
“alexis. do what i tell you,” kaiser said, his gaze still fixed on you when he spoke.
immediately, ness began tugging on the waistband of his pants, pulling them down and letting his twitchy, slick cock fall out.
your breath hitched, your eyes unwantingly stuck on ness’s blushing tip that twitched with every slight splurt of anticipatory pre-cum. ness even slightly whimpered in shyness, which made your gut heat up.
“you’re going to take him like a good girl,” kaiser grinned. then, he looked over at ness who was beginning to position himself at your entrance.
ness trembled slightly, his movements hesitant.
but then, ness pushed inside —
“haaah—” you moan loudly, both in shock and pleasure.
ness was more desperate and rushed compared to kaiser, and his cock was antsy inside of you, causing you to slightly squirm. your thighs clamped tight around ness’s torso, making his breath almost inaudibly hitch.
“s’. . . .good,” ness mumbled, his voice squeaky and broken as he still tried processing the feel of your pulsing cunt.
“he’s a fucking pervert,” kaiser said to you as ness began to push in and out of you. your body tensed and twitched, unraveling more and more every second.
yet here kaiser was. basically conversing with you.
“he always tells me how much of a whore you are,” kaiser hummed, his gaze fixed on your spit bubbling lips.
“k—kaiser!” ness’s pace immediately faltered, completely embarrassed and guilty.
kaiser scowled. “did i tell you to fucking stop?”
ness squirmed, beginning to clinically resume his pace. your pussy was heating up from all the changes in ness’s rhythm. you weren’t entirely sure how much you liked it — but you did know that your orgasm was starting to fester inside of you.
“s—schieße,” ness stuttered, his cock twitching as he felt his guts crackle with his incoming orgasm.
you moaned loudly, which only made ness quicken his rhythm, getting more and more desperate to cum inside of you. sweat trickled down your face as your body struggled grounding itself — completely at odds with the throbbing of ness’s dick thrusting in and out of you.
“it’s s’good,” ness moaned, his eyes fluttering closed as he let himself take in the feel of your walls flush against the flesh of his pumping cock.
kaiser furrowed his brows, watching the scene closely with narrowed eyes. the quicker ness’s pace got, and the louder your moans got, kaiser got more restless. his fists slightly clenched, his red knuckles blushing even more from his own grip.
“m’kay. stop for a moment,” kaiser said.
ness whimpered as his pace halted while still inside of you. the feel of your cunt pulsing around his throbbing dick made his whole body weaken.
“w—what is it?” ness managed to huff out.
“you’re doing it wrong,” kaiser told him.
you lay there, biting hard on your bottom lip, trying to stifle any more sounds that could possibly come out. the feel of ness’s cock relentless pulsing inside of you kept sending tingles throughout your core — you weren’t sure if you could hold back. right here. in this moment.
and, when kaiser spoke, saying, “pull out of her.”
ness had pulled out of you, moving away from you completely.
“ah— hah . . . ah!” you squirmed, your cunt beginning to gush with more slick and ache with more contractions. the loss of ness’s warmth inside of you made you shiver with desperation.
“what does my needy girl like instead?” kaiser cooed, beginning to settle himself between your legs.
“i— i like—”
kaiser interrupted you, “you like it when your clit gets attention, too.” he reached his tattooed hand forward, his thumb beginning to thread mind-numbing circles along your engorged clit.
“ah—! micha!” you moaned.
“see, alexis? this is how you please her,” kaiser murmured, his gaze fixed on ness.
ness trembled where he sat at your side. actively listening to kaiser, he kept frantically nodding — almost impatiently so. perhaps he really wanted to get it right this time. and be able to cum inside of you uninterrupted.
“micha. . . — s’too much . . .” you whine, arching your back as if to alleviate the overwhelming buzz in your core.
“is it?” kaiser mocked. “but you cum every time.”
you bit on your words once you felt kaiser pull away, leaving you feeling starved — for the third time. in this moment, your heart rate was fluttering between all sorts of rhythms, and your pussy was all puffy and throbbing.
you needed to finish so badly.
“okay, alexis, go ahead then,” kaiser sighed dismissively, moving away from you to sit at the edge of the bed.
ness quickly followed kaiser’s instructions, moving over to you to settle between your legs.
and not once did his gaze shift from your wet pussy. not once did he look you in the eye. he looked like a man starved.
“a—are you . . . ready?” ness feverishly asked, visibly shaking from anticipation.
“mhm,” you nod wearily. you only thought one thing; you needed to finish so fucking badly.
ness smiled, his cheeks flushed with red. he quickly began settling his tip along your sopping entrance. even the faintest contact of him with your pussy was enough to make you flex slightly, feeling the tension overwhelm your body.
“mmmmnn . . . fuuckk,” ness groaned as he pushed inside of you.
your breath stammered again — and even more when —
“hah— fuck!” you squeak, having felt ness’s thumb pressing into your clit.
you ever so slightly writhed around from where you lay on the bed, feeling the sensations in both your clit and pussy completely override everything in your mind.
ness trembled, his pace fraying just slightly as he began feeling his tip twitch inside of you with the need to cum. his throat felt like closing up — the gummy flesh of your pussy was feeling all too good — and the picture of your writhing underneath his touch made his dick ache — he was going to —
“haaah. . .” ness moaned, closing his eyes shut as he began shooting warm ropes of cum inside of you.
you felt like your lower body melted, the feeling of his throbbing cock and gushing tip made you yourself orgasm. your walls pushed inwards and pulled arounds along the pulsing base of ness, who was still buried inside of you.
ness squirmed at the heating press of your pussy against his sensitive dick. he began pulling out, though not with much stability. his physicality momentarily malfunctioned from the intensity of his orgasm.
“wow,” kaiser’s voice sounded through the air. “didn’t expect to see all of that.”
“h—huh?” ness panted.
“look at that,” kaiser pointed to your pussy that was gushing with ness’s cum. more and more splurted out of you the more your walls squeezed and pulsed.
ness turned entirely red, hurriedly pulling his pants up and moving off of the bed. kaiser only watched you with a sultry glance, enamoured by your cum-soaked pussy.
