Michael Kaiser who makes you wear a crown while he fucks you
Michael Kaiser. The Emperor.
Everyone knew the footballer for his massive ego as much as they knew him for his skill. The kind of man that makes cameras and eyes land on him as soon as he steps onto the field, the kind of man who had women throwing themselves at his feet, the kind of man with an ego and pride so astronomical it was astounding to everyone that he had found a partner he found worthy of not only his presence, but his love, his care, and his attention.
His Empress. It’s what the news outlets started calling you after seeing you at games wearing his jersey, but Michael came up with the nickname first, because only an Empress such as you, could be worthy of being with an Emperor like him.
So that’s why, when he has you on top of him, your thighs straddling his lap, his cock buried inside your sweet pussy, both of you completely bare and naked for one another, he has a custom Versace crown placed on top of your head. Because only his Empress is worthy of being on top of him like this, only you’re allowed to see him like this, his head resting on the pillows, his hands gripping your thighs, and noises only made for you slipping past his lips.
Michaels utterly mesmerized, your tits bouncing up and down as you grind on his cock. Your hips moving in hypnotizing circles, your nails digging into his chest, and a custom six figure crown resting on your head.
“Mihya–haah” You moaned on top of him, “Mmm-I’m getting tired,” You whined, your legs burning from hopping up and down on his dick for so long.
If it were anyone else, he would’ve called them weak, but you’re his perfect Empress, and he makes sure to treat you like it.
“My poor Schatzi…” He spoke as he flipped you over in an instant.
Before you knew it you were on your back, the crown fallen onto the pillows underneath you, and Michael kissing your ankle as you got adjusted to the new position.
Michael picked up the crown and placed it lopsided on your head. He stared at you for a moment, taking in the sight of you laying under him, on his silk sheets. He leaned in to kiss you and slowly began thrusting again.
“Was my Empress getting tired?” He asked, genuine concern lacing his voice as he began thrusting into you harder, as he kissed your jaw and then down to your neck.
You reached your arms around him and dug your nails into his back, nodding weakly. He looked into your watery eyes, you biting your lip, all from the pleasure he was giving you. It drove him mad.
“Scheiße,” He groaned, “Don’t look at me like that Schatz, you know what it does to me,” He moaned on top of you, his thrusts getting faster and faster.
You did know what it did to him, that was the point. You loved seeing him go crazy for you, fall apart for you, because no one else got to see him like this.
Michael would rather die than show any weakness or vulnerability, but for you? He’s whimpered, kneeled on the ground, and kissed your feet. It satiated something in you, knowing only you could get him like that.
Super models, actresses, and fangirls threw themselves at him everyday, but only you could get him like this. Only you could make Michael Kaiser fall apart on top of you just by batting your eyelashes.
“Schatz-haah” He moaned into your ear, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.
Your right hand moved to his head, fingers entwining in his hair, “Mihyaa-go de-deeper, Mihya” You whined beneath him, your legs wrapping around his waist, back arching, and toes curling, because the pleasure was just too much.
He listened without complaints, you were the only person able to boss him around, of course. Michael began rutting into you, hitting that spongey spot inside you that made you see stars.
You cried out, your nails clawing at his back, definitely leaving marks deep enough to scar.
Michael groaned on top of you, you could feel him getting closer by the way his dick was pulsing inside you. Instinctively your pussy squeezed around him, pulling him in deeper to you.
He let out a whimper, a fucking whimper.
“Schatz–I-I’m close,” He moaned out breathily, his hands clutching you, the sheets, anything to ground him as your pretty pussy ruined him.
“Come inside Mihya” You cooed, your hand grabbing his jaw to pull him into a kiss.
Michael threw one hand into your hair, gripping onto you for dear life, and pushed down on your stomach with the other.
Both of you rolled your eyes back immediately, moaning obscenely into each others mouths. Him, because feeling how deep his cock was inside of you completely overtook all his senses, and you because it made his cock hit an angle inside you, you didn’t even know existed.
Michael pressed down harder as his thrusts began to become sloppy and desperate, his lips moving against yours obscenely, as you both bit and chased each other with spit circling your lips.
Your pussy clenched around his thick cock once, and it was all it took to send you two over the edge. He came inside you with a guttural groan the neighbors definitely heard as he spilled his seed inside you. Your pussy clamped down on him hard, as your walls spasmed and you came all over his dick, your juices coating his thick cock.
Michael kept rocking into you gently, getting you both through your highs. His abdomen flaunting your shared arousal, his cum dripping down out your pussy and onto his expensive silk sheets.
He kissed you then, breathing heavily and still sheathed inside you, not moving anymore. He moaned obscenely against your lips, his hand clutching to your hair, some of his fingers intertwined with your messy strands, and some of them gripping the crown on your head. Almost as if he was making sure this was real, like you were real, hoping that you were here, that you’d stay. And of course, you would.
Michael Kaiser had finally found his fairytale ending. He an Emperor, with his Empress under him, adorned in her Emperors crown and his markings along her body, as they lay entangled.
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Not proofread, pls spare me, i wrote this in the middle of the night
Bunny, Sae, and more Michael and Vivian coming soon….Let me know if there’s anyone you wanna specifically see!
in which your ex michael kaiser provokes your new boyfriend yoichi isagi until he finally breaks
cw ⋆.˚ mdni, smut, world cup au, female!reader, teasing, pet names (baby, sweetheart, babe), dirty talk, yoichi punches his ass lmfao, threesome, voyeurism, exhibitionism, they're so MEAN im creaming, they both have filthy fucking mouths, face grabbing, praise, oral (f), fingering, squirting, cum eating, dom!isagi will be the death of me, some mxm yes gawd, hair grabbing, ass slapping, pussy slapping, finger sucking, choking, backshots, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up), coming inside, masturbation, multiple orgasms, yoichi loves to be humiliated and kaiser be bossed around highkey
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a/n ⋆.˚ my blue lock debut omg hope y'all like it!! def wanna write more for them in the future. a whole lot going on here and im fucking drooling all over my screen oh my god this was purely self indulgent bc i need them both at the same damn time idgaf
there’s a quiet discomfort resting in your chest leading up to saturday’s match. it’s nothing to do with your boyfriend, yoichi isagi, and if he’ll lead japan to victory in the quarter finals, but rather who they are up against.
it’s void of concerns over sports and soccer. it’s simply the reality that he will be there.
michael kaiser.
the two of you dated for three years, only for him to completely brush you aside for soccer alone. you understood, because it’s his entire life, the blood that runs through his veins from the minute he wakes up until he falls asleep. yet, there are countless other players that have no issue balancing their love lives with the demands of the sport. your break up? it tore you to pieces.
you two had met during your sports internship abroad in college, where you were assigned to help manage their team in germany during your senior year. being in close quarters to a number of beautiful and single men, well, it was only natural you’d fall for one of them. kaiser was the first to approach you, offering to treat you to a meal as a thank you for all of your help in management. a seemingly innocent gesture turned into one too many drinks and ending up in his bed. of course, in order not to mix work with play, you strictly put up boundaries after that night– but slowly, they began to crumble. in your last month of the internship, he asked you out on an official date, and the rest is history.
you had every plan to stay and work in your hometown after graduating, but with your relationship with kaiser seemingly progressing, you made the decision to move to germany. it was, perhaps, a stupid move as a twenty-one-year-old freshly out of college– you knew no one except your boyfriend and the rest of his team– yet, you loved the country as a whole and knew the language well, so you figured, why not?
things were perfect at first, as all new relationships always seem to be. but as the months passed, and one year turned into two, then three, it wasn’t hard to notice that kaiser was slipping away from you.
“i’m late for practice.”
“sorry, i won’t be back until after midnight. too much training.”
“eat dinner without me.”
the excuses were nearly if not daily, and little by little, your unbothered exterior began to crack.
kaiser was confused the night you broke. he truly didn’t recognize his own neglectful behaviour, so hearing you confront him about it was a shock, to say the least.
“you’re never here anymore!” you yell, tears flooding your eyes, “could you even still call yourself a partner?”
kaiser hisses, running his fingers through his hair. “what? of course i’m still your partner! i love you, y/n, you know that!” he’s defensive, frustration searing in his chest. “i’m doing this for us!”
the room goes quiet for a moment, and then your throat cracks. “no,” you laugh, deflated, “you’re doing this for you.”
after the break up, you got in contact with an old college acquaintance who worked at fifa and managed to snag yourself a three-month gig in japan. that’s how you ended up here, just a little over a year later, sitting in the living room of you and yoichi’s shared apartment. you were offered a full-time position with japan’s national team after your contract concluded, but decided to move into another related position away from them in order to have a healthy distance between your work and personal life since you and yoichi started dating near the end of it. make no mistake, though, the distance from the team had no effect on your loyalty, you still rarely missed a game– especially one as important as the fifa world cup quarter finals.
yoichi’s focused on reviewing the video playback of the last match, carefully taking note of what to do and what to avoid for the upcoming game. your head is resting on his shoulder, just scrolling mindlessly through your phone whilst munching on a bag of pretzels.
“i was too far to the left there,” he says aloud, pointing at the tv screen. you chuckle, finding his little instructive self-talk adorable.
“you ready to kick ass?” you ask him, tearing his attention away from his analysis just for a moment. you sit up and turn your body to face him, cupping his cheeks as his eyes meet yours.
“absolutely,” he says confidently, “i’ll send them back to germany in fucking tears.”
you laugh as you lean in and kiss him softly. he melts into your touch, moving to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you onto his lap. you hum against his mouth as you sink into his hips. “i’d love to see that, actually,” you smirk as you back away for a moment, “especially kaiser,” yoichi flinches at the mention of your ex’s name, eyes flooding with a glint of rage and determination. he hadn’t seen him since the second phase of blue lock, and he was shocked to know you two used to be in a relationship. naturally, he hated him even more after you recounted your history to him. “if you manage to do it,” you lower your eyes enticingly, “i’ll fuck you into the next match.”
yoichi groans, and you feel his cock twitch beneath you. “fuck,” he hisses, “why did you say that when i need to reserve all of my energy for tomorrow?”
you bite your lip with a faux innocence, then swipe your tongue across his mouth. he sighs, drinking you in instantly. “because,” you start, “it’ll motivate you to win. i’m giving you a little extra ego boost.”
his cock is already leaking at this point, desperate for release. you just had to go and be a tease when it was in his best interest to stay away from… strenuous activity for the day. of course you fucking did.
“you’re going to be the fucking death of me,” he sighs, throwing his head back against the couch. his rough fingertips are still digging at your sides. “can i at least eat you out? i can come just from that alone, you know this. give me something, pretty please?” he begs, eyes big and so goddamn needy.
you tsk, then slap his arm playfully. “patience, baby,” you tease, “if you wait, it’ll be even better than you imagined.”
your unknown foreshadowing would, in fact, bring him an unexpected– life-changing, in truth– experience.
the bustling stadium and endless chatter infiltrates your lungs much like the overwhelming scent of hot dogs, french fries, and anxiety.
you couldn’t enjoy just being a fan at the moment, because yoichi’s got you pressed tautly against his chest as he tries to push you both through the intruding swarm of paparazzi. this was the only thing he absolutely despised about his job. he sucks in his teeth, blatantly ignoring all of the questions being thrown at him, squeezing his fists to control himself in response to the ones that were extremely inappropriate. no, he wasn’t going to tell the reporters how good you were in bed. why the fuck did they assume a question like that was okay to ask in the first place?
he lets out a dramatic exhale in relief when you two are finally inside the vip area, tilting his head downwards to make sure you’re alright whilst he releases you from his grip. “everything okay?” he asks, sending you an apologetic smile. “i know that part is always hell.”
you nod, not saying much, just allowing your body to calm itself down. you were just happy to know he hates the paparazzi just as much as you do. “i’m okay,” you promise, after regaining your composure.
he kisses the top of your head delicately before taking his leave to get ready for the match, then do a few interviews before warm-up. you’re seated in the catering area, picking at a few snacks to pass the time. soon, you find yourself in conversation with some of your former coworkers, enjoying their company and betting– without money, in this case– on moves and plays the boys will showcase during the game.
“yoichi’s volley shot was crazy in practice the other night,” angel, the current team manager, expresses in admiration. “i hope he can pull it off again today.”
“he showed me the footage bachira captured,” you add, “he’s really come such a long way, hasn’t he?”
“absolutely. in just two years, he’s already making headway towards being one of the greatest strikers the world has ever seen.”
your heart warms at the compliment. hearing others speak so highly of him, recognizing his skill and all of the hard work he has poured into his passion for soccer, makes your chest pleasantly tight.
deeply tucked away in the locker rooms, though, yoichi is receiving the opposite of praise and directly in his face.
“yoichi isagi,” kaiser patronizes him, arms crossed as he leans against the wall, “japan’s alleged top striker and, per my own personal vote, homewrecker.”
yoichi slams his locker shut with a threatening pang. “shut the fuck up, kaiser,” he hisses, nostrils flaring as he turns around to face him. he fully expected this, but the preparation didn’t cause him to feel any less irritated. “i didn’t wreck anything, you lost the best thing that ever happened to you.”
“lost?” he smirks, stepping closer. yoichi’s cheeks are red with anger, heart thumping wildly in his chest. the few players who remained in the locker room with them tried their best to ignore the fight. “no, you have it all wrong, my friend.” he laughs cockily. “i haven’t lost anything, because i know she’ll come back soon enough.”
“you’re delusional,” yoichi spits.
“that,” kaiser leans over, breath hot against is ear, “would be you.”
you’re probably the only one in the entire crowd that can sense the tension radiating between yoichi and kaiser throughout the game, at least, the amount itself. most people just assume its the usual sports rivalry, but you knew better; the mutual distaste ran far deeper than the two of them just being on opposing teams during an intense match. when you were dating kaiser, it was never broadcast to the public like you and yoichi, so no one in the stadium had any incentive to think their dark chemistry was anything more than standard athletic competition.
yoichi’s panting as his impressive footwork slips past the final defender, eyes aiming clearly on a superb shot to break the tie in the first half.
“even if you win this game,” kaiser’s low, arrogant voice strikes yoichi in his chest as he suddenly appears beside him, “y/n is still going to leave you.”
yoichi grits his teeth, shoving his shoulder into kaiser’s chest to push him aside and fully clear his path for the shot. kaiser's laugh is boisterous as he steals the ball, performing a diagonal switch to change its direction.
“son of a bitch,” yoichi curses, glaring at him.
kaiser just smiles, sending him a condescending wink. “better luck next time, pretty boy.”
no one dares to say a word to yoichi when they’re back in the locker room after the game has concluded. he’s enraged, digging his nails into his palms as his head ruminates over every missed calculation in his plays.
“shit!” he groans, dropping his forehead onto the shower wall in defeat from the loss, “we almost fucking had it.”
you’re waiting inside the locker room for him to finish up, the rest of the players having filed out and leaving him on his own.
that is, until kaiser swings open the door, face dripping in sweat as he chugs a water bottle. you freeze, gaze landing on him. his eyes grow wide at first, but soon fall into something dark, more predatory.
“well, look who it is,” he smirks, “my beloved y/n.”
you scoff. “‘my beloved’? are you serious?”
“aw, didn’t you miss me?” he teases.
“you wish, asshole.”
he laughs, walking past you towards his locker without another word. you stay where you are, arms crossed as you just watch him. he knows that you are, purposefully removing his soaked undershirt slowly and tossing it aside. your breath hitches in your throat as his back muscles flex, heart dropping to your stomach.
you couldn’t look away.
“i’ve been meaning to ask you,” kaiser says suddenly, turning around to face you. he steps forward until only a few inches remain between you. “does yoichi know?”
“know what exactly?”
“that you like to be fucked raw and mean?”
your eyes shoot wide, lips parting from his audacity. “what the hell?” you seethe. “that’s none of your business.”
“so, no.”
you’re gritting your teeth now, finger shoved threateningly into his chest. “i advise you to shut up right now before i slap you.”
kaiser’s lids lower and he grabs your wrist to pry you off of him. your thighs clench, and fuck, it isn’t subtle at all. your cheeks turn red with embarrassment. “baby, i think you want me to slap you.”
“what the fuck is going on?”
yoichi’s question cuts through you like a knife as your eyes quickly move from kaiser to where he’s standing, glistening, clean body dripping water droplets onto the floor as his towel sits low on his hips.
“there he is,” kaiser chuckles. “japan’s little firecracker.”
“why are your hands still on my girl?” he spits, ignoring his insult and shuffling over to your side, ripping you out of his hold.
kaiser licks his teeth. “careful, yoichi,” he hums, “you’re gonna make her pretty cunt drip all over the floor if you grab her like that.”
yoichi’s fist is already meeting kaiser’s face before you have a chance to speak, hand flying over your mouth in shock. kaiser snickers, throwing his forearm up to stop yoichi from being able to reach him a second time.
“stop fighting!” you yell.
yoichi always immediately turns soft when it comes to you. he lowers his fist seconds later, slowly lifting himself from the floor. he doesn’t help kaiser back up to his feet, though. he didn’t deserve that.
kaiser wipes the blood from his cheek as he stumbles to stand back up. “feisty, aren’t you?” he hisses in pain from the bruise that’s already forming.
“damn right, i am,” yoichi sneers, “especially when it comes to y/n.”
“yeah, well i don’t think you’re feisty enough for her filthy tastes.” your stomach twists with something you’re scared to admit right then and your eyes dart towards the floor. “go on, sweetheart, why don’t you tell him?” he taunts. “why don’t you tell him exactly what you need right now? you know i can sense it, right?” his face is smug, evil, "i could never forget how your pretty body reacts to my words.”
yoichi’s eyebrows furrow as he looks between him and you. “what’s he talking about, babe?” he asks calmly.
your palms rub up and down your arms as you clench around nothing. you loved yoichi and he was who you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. but, you couldn’t deny how badly your body still craved for kaiser’s touch even till this day. yoichi gave you everything, and it never went without your appreciation and satisfaction. yet, still, a tiny piece of you remained unfulfilled.
“babe?” he repeats, face morphing into concern.
“let me spell it out for you,” kaiser steps in, his body now essentially caging both you and yoichi against the wall. “she wants me to bully her with my cock, because you don’t do it for her.”
a small gasp leaves yoichi’s throat, his eyes still resting on you. with your body language, he can easily tell that kaiser’s words are right. he’s still for a moment, like he’s thinking, calculating his next move.
then, something snaps in him, and he’s gripping your chin to force you to look back up at him. “look at me,” his voice is strained, cold, eyes devoid of colour in a way you’ve never seen before. you inhale sharply as your glassy irises finally meet his. you’re shaking, heart thumping wildly against your chest. yoichi laughs in that moment, one mixed with amusement and jealousy. “wow,” he whistles, “so, he’s right?”
“yoichi–”
“no, no,” he holds his hand up to silence you, “i get it.” he walks over towards the locker room door and clicks the lock. you look at him in both confusion and anticipation. “i wanna see exactly what he’s talking about.” he sits down on the edge of one of the benches a few feet away as his gaze burns holes into you. “i wanna see how he ruins you, since he’s so confident i don’t know how to fuck my girlfriend properly.”
you open your mouth to speak again, but nothing comes out. yoichi chuckles, rage boiling inside of him and it makes his cock throb more than it probably should. he looks at kaiser, then nods, giving him his blessing to have his way with you. “go ahead,” he coos, “make her come like the nasty fucking girl she is all over this damn locker room floor.”
kaiser’s smile is sinful as he traps you between his arms, but he doesn’t touch you yet. he just watches how you react, how your face twitches from his breath ghosting over your face, how your legs tremble beneath you.
“what do you want me to do first, hm?” he asks you, one hand moving to cup your jaw. your eyes flutter shut before you can even decide how to respond. he licks his lips as his thumb comes to rest against yours. “want my fingers in your mouth? or maybe you want my tongue on your pussy?”
“please,” you choke out involuntarily, eyes flickering immediately past kaiser’s shoulder to yoichi. he hasn’t moved his eyes off of you, still leaning forward with his arms resting on his knees in focus. he sends you one of the most heinous smiles you’ve ever seen originate from him and you lose it. “god, please, i need your mouth on my fucking cunt,” you beg kaiser, but you’re staring at your boyfriend.
yoichi smirks, mouthing ‘good girl’ to you as kaiser drops to his knees.
kaiser’s tongue is unforgiving as it slides across your folds, calloused fingers digging deep into your thighs to keep you upright. you’re steadying your eyes on yoichi as your lids lower and lips quiver in ecstasy. kaiser moans loudly into your cunt, shaking his head left and right to coat his entire face with your sweet slick.
“f–fuck,” you exhale, hands lifting to grip his strands. you can’t help yourself as you grind hard against his mouth, desperate panting breaths dripping from your tongue. “y–yoichi,” you moan your boyfriend's name, fucked-out, glossy eyes dialating exponentially with each flick of kaiser’s tongue on your puffy clit.
yoichi leans back against the wall, lips smug as he watches you fall apart on your ex boyfriend for him.
“hear that, kai?” yoichi purrs, “she’s saying my fucking name.”
kaiser growls into your cunt as he lifts a hand to grip the plush skin of your ass before giving it a hard slap. your throat cracks and you nearly lose your balance, fingers tugging at his hair firmly as you try to catch yourself.
you hear yoichi hiss from the bench. “fuck, you like that? you like it rough?”
“god– fuck, yeah– yes, oh, god!” you cry, nearly about to lose yourself. kaiser laughs against you as he moves his tongue mercilessly along your bundle of nerves, sweet kitten-licks and long stripes from your needy hole up to cup your clit over and over again.
yochi’s face drops into an expression of dark, dirty tenacity as he finally stands up from the bench to approach you and kaiser. you thought he was going to tell him to stop, but instead, he pries your hands away from his hair so he can grip it himself. kaiser groans at the tension, thrums of bliss pushing you closer to orgasm.
yoichi’s leaning over now, mouth resting right beside his ear. he tugs roughly at his hair and hums, “stick a finger in at the last second, right before she comes. she loves that shit. didn’t you know?”
kaiser wants to be mad, because he actually wasn’t aware of that, but he’s too lost in your scent and taste to care. he does exactly what yoichi says, shoving his finger into your greedy hole just mere moments before you release.
with a sharp cry, you squirt all over his face, body convulsing as he pumps in and out of you and sucks at your puffy nub to help you ride through it. “mmm’fuck!”
“thatta girl,” yoichi praises, “get him aaaall nice and soaked for me.” he forces kaiser’s head away from you and kisses him messily, licking every drop of your cum off of his lips. they both moan in unison at the taste of you mixed with each other. “god, baby,” yoichi groans once he pulls away, “you’re so fucking sweet.” he wasn’t sure if he was talking to just you or you and kaiser.
kaiser stands up from the floor, one hand resting at your hip whilst the other lifts to cup your cheek. he leans in and kisses you slowly, just for a moment, until yoichi is rolling his eyes and tsking, pulling him off. “that’s enough.”
kaiser feels so… submissive in that moment.
you’re still trying to catch your breath when yoichi turns your body around and slams your chest against the wall. he rips your shirt off over your head before pressing open mouth kisses and sloppily licks all along your bare shoulders and neck. you shiver, palms pressing against the wall for leverage. his fingers slip between your dripping, sticky folds, then he sends it a hard slap. you choke out a moan, spit coating your pretty, red lips.
“here’s what we’re gonna do,” yoichi starts, “i’m going to fuck your needy little pussy first, then i’m going to let kai here stuff you full,” he bites down on your earlobe as he sends a second smack to your pussy, “and then you’re gonna decide which one of us actually knows how to ruin you properly.” you whimper as you nibble at your bottom lip. “sound good?”
you nod profusely, walls pulsing with need for both of them to make a wreck out of you like you weren’t already a fucking mess.
yoichi frees himself, then slides his length through your folds to prep himself for you, fisting his girthy length a few times to make sure he’s all perfect and hard for you. he lets out an elongated sigh when he finally pushes into you, one hand gripping your shoulder, the other your ass cheek. his teeth sink into your neck as he begins to move, slowly at first, making sure you feel every ridge of his big, fat cock against your walls.
“y–yoichi,” you whine, wriggling your ass against him, “move– hic– faster, p–please.”
“oh, sweetheart,” he coos, almost mockingly, “why didn’t you ever tell me you love being destroyed?” he pulls back near completely out of your hole, then slams back down into you hard. “poor little pussy has been neglected for so long because i didn’t know.”
his condescending blame causes heat to flood to your stomach, and you clench around his cock so greedily. he growls, shoving it deeper into your stomach.
“i–i wasn’t sure if you were into– ah– into that.”
he breaks out into a dark laugh from your assumption. “god, do you even know me? after an entire year together, you still haven’t caught on to my big fucking ego?” he moves your body away from the wall forcefully and bends you over a bench. you choke as his tip pistons into your deepest pleasure point, hands gripping the seat to red and white knuckles. “maybe it’ll finally click in that pretty little brain of yours after i’m done here with you.”
you nearly forgot kaiser was still there. your eyes look up at him for a moment to see he’s watching intensely, as if he’s trying to figure out what his counterplay is going to be when its his turn; to convince you that he knows how to fuck you best.
yoichi’s hand reaches around the front of you to grab your neck, shoving his thumb into your mouth simultaneously. he slaps your ass as he picks up his pace, teeth gritting at the beautiful, loud smacks of his pelvis against your skin.
“fuck, fuck!” you scream, head tempting to fall limp, but yoichi’s hand keeps it steady upright, “gonna make me fucking come–”
“just from my cock alone?” he smirks. “god, baby, your pussy loves me so much.” you're drooling all over his hands, cheeks flushed as you near falling apart for the second time. you bite down on his finger as he hits your sweet spot perfectly, cunt squeezing his cock with need. “you about to come, baby?” he coos, “can feel you getting so fucking wet f’me.”
“i–i’m so close,” you huff, sweaty strands of hair falling in front of your face. you groan as his veiny shaft glides across your g-spot, legs shaking as you begin to fall apart for him.
“good girl,” yoichi praises, “let me feel you.” you release all of your sweet juices with a long blissful hum, ass moving to meet him halfway as you desperately throw yourself back onto him.
yoichi’s breaths fall short as you continuously clench around him through your orgasm. “gonna fill up this pretty little cunt,” he bites down on his lip and chokes out a moan as he releases hot ropes of white into your warm walls. “yeah, take it just like that,” he gasps, hips stuttering as his thrusts begin to slow, “god, you’re so fucking good to me.”
he collapses onto your back, your body still shaking violently as the sweetest, prettiest whimpers sneak past your lips. yoichi plants soft kisses along your spine before gently removing himself from you and helping you to sit down on the bench.
your fucked-out face is the prettiest sight he’s ever seen in his life. he moves in closer and kisses you gentle and slow for a while, tongue sliding into your mouth in the most comforting way.
he smiles down at you proudly as he leans back up, full with every bit of deserved confidence from how good he just fucked you.
then, he remembered it wasn’t stopping there. he looks at kaiser, face still full of arrogance, as he just silently steps away to make space for him.
kaiser swallows hard, slowly approaching you. he was so sure of himself before, but now? after watching the way yoichi fucked you into next week, he wasn’t anymore.
“k–kai,” the way you whine his name and how you’re looking at him, so dazed and needy, sends a rush of blood straight to his cock. if he wasn’t hard enough before, fuck, he was now.
“what do you need, sweetheart?” he thrums softly like he isn’t about to break you, “does your sweet little pussy need my cock, hm?” you nod, lips slightly in a pout as you immediately open your legs for him. his breath hitches in his throat with how compliant you are. “fuck, you’re such a good girl, already knowing just what to do.”
you stare at his thick girth once it’s in view, salivating at the thought of him being inside of you again. yoichi stiffens, because he notices, but doesn’t step in to stop it. he agreed to this. he was too deep into his ego to let it go. he needed to prove he was better than your ex.
your breaths are uneven as kaiser slides into you, his long length bottoming you out instantly. you're already whimpering from the sensitivity as you throb around him.
“ah– shit,” you hiss, “you feel so g–good.”
“yeah?” kaiser thrusts deeper and harder and you yelp, “you missed me?”
you don’t want to say yes, but your mouth moves before your mind can stop you. “fuck, yeah.”
yoichi’s heart tugs from your words, but not from jealousy– humiliation. and he loved it. he loved the sickening feeling it gave him. he loved the thought of sharing you to destroy himself. this situation opened his eyes to how vanilla your sex life actually was; showed him all of the crazy, kinky, suppressed desires he had dormant that just needed the perfect moment to manifest. fuck, there was no way things could go back to that after this.
you let out the prettiest cry, “harder, kai,” and kaiser can’t do anything but listen to your plea.
he picks you up by your waist and presses you up against the lockers with a loud slam, thrusting into your greedy hole with resolve. he bites your jaw, running his wet tongue across your skin with every unforgiving thrust of his hips into yours.
“fuck,” kaiser growls, “you’re squeezing me so tight, sweetheart.”
“keep go– shit, right there,” you gasp, “right fucking there!”
kaiser moves faster, his moans competing with yours. “you hear that yoichi?” he taunts, “hear how loud she’s getting for me?”
yoichi can’t help himself as he grips his leaky cock and fists it to the sight of your ex wrecking you. “fill her up, kai,” he huffs, throat cracking. he looks down for a moment to see his wet, creamy shaft coat his hand and groans. he felt like he was being used right then, and he loved every second of it. “shit,” he hisses, head falling back against the wall as he continues watching you two through his droopy eyelids. “give it to her,” he adds, “ruin her fucking cunt f’me.”
kaiser obliges. it seemed like he actually enjoyed taking orders.
“ah, fuck!” you cry, nails digging into his spine as your wrap your arms around him. your eyes roll as you feel him pound into your stomach. “i’m gonna fucking come!”
kaiser growls as he feels you start to spill all over him, grip on your ass growing firmer with each deep thrust. “just so you know, yoichi,” he huffs breathlessly, pulsing inside of your walls, “i can make her come with just my cock, too.”
he spurts his hot seed into your hole as you finally let go, allowing all of your sweet slick to drip out of you and all over him. you hear yoichi moan loudly, cursing under his breath as he comes onto his fist.
kaiser’s panting into the crook of your neck as he comes to a still, your arms still wrapped around him for leverage. he gently removes himself from you and sits you down on the bench again, permitting you time to pull yourself together.
the room reeks of sweat, sex, and unspoken secrets as the three of you quietly calm again. once you do, the rush of dopamine begins to dissipate and reality sets in. you’re all looking between each other, wondering where to go from here. clearly, you still harboured some level of feelings for kaiser and vice versa. yet, it was very obvious that you felt deeply for yoichi, and much more than the latter.
“thank you,” you say to kaiser, “this was probably the best sex i’ve had in a while,” he’s confused for a moment of where the conversation is going. you continue speaking, “but my heart rests with yoichi now.” you send him an apologetic smile.
kaiser’s heart sinks, but not as much as he expects it to. he knew all along that, in the end, your choice would most likely be yoichi. he wasn’t the greatest boyfriend, and no amount of good fucking could make up for that. he lets out a sigh of defeat, but accepts your decision. “yeah,” he laughs deflated, “i kind of figured.”
yoichi wants to one-up him arrogantly about it, but doesn’t, almost feeling bad for the guy.
back in the apartment, yoichi’s rubbing sweet circles into your plush thighs as you lay together on the couch, watching an episode of your favourite tv series. he plants a kiss onto your neck and you sigh.
“can i ask you something?” you question.
he lifts his head to look down at you. “shoot.”
“why did you agree to earlier?” you ask. “why did you allow me and my ex to fuck, and literally in front of you?”
he laughs at that, but his smile is sincere. “like i said, i have a big fucking ego. i had something i wanted to prove,” he says, “but i also discovered there’s a lot more i’m into that i just never allowed myself to explore.”
“like?”
“humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism– literally everything i didn’t know i wanted until now.”
“hmm,” you think, rolling onto your back so you can look straight at him. “with all of that being said, would you ever want to do something like that again?”
he lifts his brow at you with a smirk. “do you?”
you shrug, “maybe,” then smile wickedly, “but it’d have to be kaiser. only him. i’m not interested in another dick that isn’t yours or his,” you admit, honestly and openly.
yoichi expected himself to be angry at the suggestion, but instead, it made his heart skip a beat. “yeah,” he chuckles, leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips, “i was thinking the exact same thing.”
his moans made you weak at how he was feeling you up on his lap, mouth placing hot and wet open mouth kisses on your neck.
his hand comes up to grip your jaw, his mouth captures yours, placing one deep, slow, and loud open mouthed kiss before he starts dragging his tongue on your bottom lip.
his hands wander under your shirt, unclasping your bra with just one hand, moving front to grope your tits.
the gasp you left was an advantage for him to push his tongue in your mouth.
he took all the control, his tongue swirling around yours before he lets it sit while his head shook in the filthiest way, literally mixing spits.
you felt it poking you from beneath and you couldn't help yourself but to squirm and move slowly and needily, only for him to bite your lip and grab your ass to hold you in place as a warning.
you moaned and whined into his mouth as he kissed you so disgustingly. his own groans and hums mixing as he kisses, alternating between bites and licking. gods, even the kissing noises were just as filthy. those wet sounds of mouths moving against each other like there's no tomorrow.
you couldn't take it, you tap on his shoulder, "michael—" you try, only to be interrupted by continuous colliding of his mouth with yours. you need oxygen. you need to part. you really—
michael rest his tongue again, as he shook his head in the nasty-spit-mixing way again. and he finally pulls away with a 'pop' sound.
he was pleased with himself as he looks at you. your eyes hazy as you panted, lips swollen and thoroughly kissed, with a string of spit breaking that was initially there after parting.
michael runs his thumb on your bottom lip, collecting the spit and pushing it right back into your mouth.
"let me see if you're a natural," he pushes his thumb down on your tongue, making you gag, "suck."
you hum around his thumb, lazily sucking. he watches with a smirk, looking at your lips so pouty.
his phone starts ringing.
and he picks it up, his thumb still in your mouth.
michael tells that he's busy, while pushing down on your tongue again. you gag, tears spill from your eyes. and you hear the laughter from the other side of the call, as that person calls michael a bastard for picking up the call even in this situation. it was embarrassing. the person on the other side literally heard you gag.
michael pulls his thumb out, hanging up the call as he gently urges you off his lap.
"michael..." you call his name before you could stop yourself.
he stands up, fixing himself, "tomorrow. same time. i'd rather not cum in my pants like a fucking teenager today."
a/n: this was originally a full oneshot of rafayel from love and deepspace. i took the suggestive part out and replaced the name to michael ✌🏼
growing up as yoichi’s sister meant supporting your brother’s dream, cheering him on, and hating the same people he hated. and that meant not having a dirty midnight rendezvous with his biggest rival, michael kaiser — in your own bedroom, no less.
he’s currently pressing you into the mattress, pounding into you brutally with both hands braced on either side of your head. “god, micha! f—fuck—s’too much!” your walls fluttered around his length, stretching with every push. he positioned your leg higher around his waist, forcing you open as he plunged into you harder, ripping a scream out of your throat.
“shh.. quiet, schatz.” he murmured into your ear, his breath hitting your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “wouldn’t want your brother to find out what his precious sister sounds like when she’s dripping all over my cock, right?” your walls clenched tighter around him as he leaned down to bite your shoulder, hips still snapping ruthlessly into you.
you bit down hard on your lips, trying to stifle your moans, nails digging into his shoulders. sweat dripped down from his temples, landing on your flushed skin. kaiser noticed your efforts, smirking before pulling back and slamming himself back in roughly. a breathless gasp left you, turning into incomprehensible cries as your back arched off the sheets. “i said keep it down. you want your brother to hear how good i’m fucking you?” his palm clamps over your mouth, muffling your moans as his tip hammers your cervix at a punishing pace.
you shook your head, drool catching in between his fingers as you sobbed into his hand. he could sense that you were close with the way your body jolted when his head brushed against your sweet spot, body shaking violently under him. “go on, cum. look at you clenching like the slut you are.” he grunted, hips jerking forward from the way your walls squeezed around him.
“fuuck, yeah. just like that—fall apart for the guy your brother hates the most.” you were dripping all over his length and thighs, drenching the sheets below you as he buried himself deep before spilling inside you. “i wonder how humiliating would it be for yoichi if he knew how much of a whore you are for me.”
It was no secret that Michael hated receiving gifts. The whole concept made his skin crawl. He absolutely loathed the vulnerability of it and the sickening feeling of owing someone something
If someone handed him a present, he would look at it like a personal insult but giving them was an entirely different story
For him, giving wasn’t about being sweet or sentimental, it was about claiming what was his
You were standing in front of the mirror, fixing your dress when he walked in
He stopped right behind you, his chest barely a breath away from your back, his presence instantly taking over the quiet room
“Move your hair” he ordered. His voice low and smooth, leaving absolutely no room for argument
Before you could even question him, his cold fingers brushed the nape of your neck, sweeping your hair out of the way with a touch entirely too gentle for the sharp look in his eyes
A sudden heavy weight settled against your collarbone. You looked down to see a delicate chain resting against your skin, the pendant catching the light perfectly
“Michael…what is this?" you breathed out, completely caught off guard
“A necklace. Obviously” he mocked, the corner of his lips tugging up into that infuriating smirk as his hands worked the tiny clasp at the back of your neck
“I know it’s a necklace, I’m just wondering why”
He just let out a short, dismissive scoff
The clasp clicked shut, but his hands didn’t pull away. Instead his fingertips lingered against your warm skin, lightly tracing the side of your neck
“I saw it and decided it would look better on you than in a display case. It’s that simple” he murmured, leaning down just enough so his breath fanned over your ear. “Stop overthinking it and don’t make that pathetic, grateful face at me”
Despite his harsh words, his soft gaze in the mirror told a completely different story as his eyes were tracking the way the jewelry looked on you with an unmistakable satisfaction
He liked seeing you wear something he picked out and he liked knowing he was the one who put it there
“I’m not making any face” you muttered, a warm flush already creeping up your cheeks
“Good” he finally stepped back, slowly letting his hands fall away, looking you up and down one last time with absolute approval
“Leave it on” he added, turning to walk away. It definitely wasn’t a request
Before he completely left the room, you caught his reflection in the mirror one last time
His smirk replaced by a soft, genuine smile that he made sure to hide from you
Seeing you actually like his gift was exactly what he wanted to see and wrapping you in something that belonged to him was the only kind of affection he knew to give freely
michael kaiser, isagi yoichi x reader , genre: suggestive , smau + regular writing
part 1 , part 2 (coming soon…)
You and Michael Kaiser were fuck buddies
Friends with benefits. Nothing more than that. A physical arrangement you both agreed on without ever needing to say it too seriously out loud.
It started exactly like that too.
Kaiser didn’t “date” people. He pulled you in like it was instinct—one hand on your wrist, spinning you back when you tried to leave too early, voice low and amused like he already knew you’d come back anyway. You’d show up at his place, and it was always the same rhythm: the door barely closing before he was already in your space, your back against a wall or the couch or wherever he decided he wanted you that night.
He wasn’t gentle nor soft, he was precise.
Like everything he did—controlled, confident, physical in a way that left no room for misunderstanding.
And you matched it at first.
Rolling your eyes when he smirked at you. Pushing him away when he got too close just to see him pull you back again. Leaving his place in his shirt, hair messy, pretending it meant nothing.
It was FUBU. Simple. Clean. No feelings involved.
But then it stopped being just physical convenience.
He started keeping you longer than necessary. You started noticing how he’d watch you get dressed instead of turning away like before. His hands lingered a second too long when he fixed your collar. You started memorizing the sound of his voice when he said your name like it wasn’t just casual anymore.
And that’s when you got scared, because it didn’t feel like “just FUBU” anymore. So you left before it could turn into something you couldn’t undo.
You turned to your best friend, Yoichi, for advice. He was the only one who knew about you and Kaiser.
You got ready much faster than usual because Yoichi always complained about how long you took getting ready, but you know he’s just teasing you.
You were still halfway through doing your makeup when your phone started ringing.
Yoichi (CALLING)
Yoichi (CALLING)
Yoichi (CALLING)
You answered, laughing slightly. “What?”
“Are you still getting ready?” his voice came through immediately, a little breathless. “You said you’d be ready like twenty minutes ago.”
“I am ready.”
“That’s a lie.”
You glanced at yourself in the mirror. “It’s not a lie. It’s… delayed truth.”
Then Isagi sighed. “Hurry up. I’m already outside.”
“You’re WHAT?”
“I’ve been here for ten minutes.”
“You’re insane,” you said, grabbing your things faster.
“I just didn’t want you backing out,” he admitted.
That made you pause for half a second.
Then you smiled a little. “I’m not backing out.”
“Good,” he said. “Because we’re going everywhere today.”
Oh he MEANT it.
The moment you met him outside, the day just didn’t slow down.
You and Isagi walked without a proper plan, letting the city decide for you.
First it was the arcade—cheap lights, loud machines, him absolutely destroying you at basketball games while laughing like it was personal. You tried to take revenge at claw machines and only managed to win something you didn’t even want, which he still celebrated like you won a championship.
“You’re just bad at this,” he teased.
“I’m strategically unlucky,” you corrected.
“That’s not a thing.”
“It is now.”
After that, you drifted into cafés.
Not just one—multiple.
You kept hopping from place to place, trying random drinks, sitting by windows, talking about nothing and everything at once. Isagi listened more than he spoke, but when he did talk, it was always something that made you think a little longer than you expected.
There was no pressure in the silence between you two.
It didn’t feel like you had to perform anything.
Then somehow, you ended up at an amusement park.
You didn’t even remember deciding it.
One minute you were walking. The next you were on rides that spun your thoughts out of your head in the best way possible.
Isagi actually screamed on one of them.
“You were scared!” you laughed afterward.
“I was not.”
“You literally grabbed my arm.”
“That was tactical support.”
“Sure,” you said, grinning.
For the first time in a while, your chest felt light.
By evening, you were “window shopping” in makeup stores.
Which really meant you trying on lip tints and Isagi standing behind you holding bags like he was your overworked assistant.
“That one looks good,” he said at one point, pointing at your reflection.
“You always say that.”
“Because it’s true.”
You looked at him through the mirror. “You’re too nice.”
“I’m honest,” he corrected.
“Same thing.”
“It really isn’t.”
By the time dinner came around, you were both starving enough that McDonald’s felt like a luxury meal.
You sat across from each other, fries disappearing faster than conversations, laughing over small things that didn’t matter.
The day blurred after that.
More walking. More talking. More random stops.
Eventually, you found yourselves at a small bar just to “wind down.”
A few drinks turned into a few more.
Nothing messy. Just enough to make everything feel a little softer at the edges.
Isagi was flushed from laughter, you were leaning slightly into the moment, and time stopped feeling like something you had to track.
By the time he walked you home, it was already past 2 a.m.
The streets were quiet in that rare way where everything feels like it’s been paused just for you.
“You good?” he asked as you reached your place.
“Yeah,” you said. “Actually… better than good.”
Isagi smiled a little. “Good.”
“Text me when you get inside,” he added.
“I will.”
He hesitated like he wanted to say something else, then just nodded. “Sleep well.”
“You too.”
And then he left.
The second you got inside, you barely made it through the routine.
Shoes off. Lights dimmed. Phone forgotten in your hand until you finally sat on your bed.
You hadn’t checked it all day, not even once properly. You were too engrossed in the fun and had lost track of time.
You unlocked it casually—expecting nothing.
And froze.
The screen lit up like it had been waiting to ambush you.
Missed Calls (17)
Messages (48)
All from Kaiser.
Your stomach dropped slightly as you open his messages.
shit.
Note: I’m not sure who the end game should be. You guys should comment on your thoughts. 👀 Anyway, I’ll post part 2 in a few days because I’m quite busy. :(
You were sitting at the dining table with your mom that afternoon, casually practicing German out loud, more to amuse yourself than anything else. You’d been working on stringing together simple sentences, and most of them were clumsy, stitched with English when you forgot a word. Your mom had been half-listening, sipping her tea and scrolling through her phone.
Then it slipped out.
“Mein Mann ist Michael Kaiser.”
The words left your mouth with the confidence of someone who thought they were simply saying “my man’s name is Michael Kaiser.” Except… the second your mom raised her brows and gave you that look, you realized exactly what you’d said.
Mein Mann. My husband.
You froze mid-breath, lips parting in horror as your brain replayed the German phrase like a mocking echo chamber. Your mom’s face did the thing—surprise melting into slow, dawning amusement. She didn’t say anything, but her eyes said it all. “Oh no,” you whispered, pressing a hand to your forehead. She hummed knowingly and went back to sipping her tea. “So… that footballer, hm?”
You wanted to sink into the floor and never resurface.
Of course, you told Kaiser later that evening. One look at your face and Kaiser knew his little ball of chaos did something very amusing, atleast for him. "Tell me Liebling, what's on that pretty mind of yours?", he said with a knowing smirk that made you want to push him off you, or kiss it away, or both. You couldn’t keep something like this from him, especially not when he’d drag it out of you with that insufferable smirk anyway. So when the two of you were curled up on the couch, his arm draped over your shoulders, and you finally admitted it, you braced yourself.
“Kaiser,” you began, fiddling with the hem of your hoodie. “I, uh… I kinda made a mistake today while practicing German.” He didn’t even look concerned. He leaned back, utterly at ease, one long leg stretched across the coffee table. “Schatz, you make mistakes in German all the time. That’s not news.” You should've been offended, really, but you actually made a very silly mistake so you won't even argue with him.
“Yeah, but this one’s… worse.”
His attention sharpened immediately, icy blue eyes flicking to your face. He tilted his head, grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Worse how?” You swallowed, cheeks heating. “I accidentally said… ‘Mein Mann ist Michael Kaiser.’”
There was a pause.
Then a low laugh rumbled out of him, rich and amused, the kind that curled at the edges with genuine delight. He sat up, turning toward you fully, eyes glinting like you’d just handed him the crown jewel of banter material. "You called me your husband?" he drawled, one brow arched.
“It was an accident!” you blurted, burying your face in your hands. “I was trying to say ‘my man,’ not like… that! But my mom was right there and she figured it out and I wanted to die—”
“Mein Mann,” Kaiser repeated slowly, savoring it like expensive wine. He leaned in, close enough for his breath to brush your ear. “You declared me your husband to your mother in my native language without even realizing it? Schatz, that’s better than any proposal I could’ve imagined.”
You groaned, shoving his shoulder, but he only laughed harder, falling back against the couch. “It’s not funny,” you muttered.
“It’s hilarious,” he countered. His grin was wicked, but there was a softness buried under it, an unmistakable warmth in the way he was looking at you. “So, tell me, how did Mama react?” You scowled, cheeks still on fire. “She didn’t say anything. She just gave me this look. Like the ‘oh, I see what’s going on here’ look. And then she said, ‘so that footballer, huh?’”
Kaiser’s laugh was so loud this time that you had to clap a hand over his mouth. “Shh!”
He nipped at your palm playfully before pulling it away. “I like your mom already,” he said with a wolfish grin. “Smart woman. Knows quality when she sees it.” Rolling your eyes, you grabbed a cushion and whacked him with it. “You’re insufferable.”
“And you’re mine,” he shot back smoothly, catching the pillow mid-swing and yanking it out of your grasp. “See? Even your subconscious agrees. Husband-wife, mann-frau, it’s destiny.”
“Stop twisting it!” you protested, but your heart betrayed you by beating faster. Kaiser noticed. He always did. His smirk softened, turning into something gentler as he leaned forward, resting his forehead lightly against yours. “You know, you don’t have to be embarrassed. I like the sound of it.” You blinked, startled by the sincerity under his teasing. “You… like the sound of being called my husband?”
“Natürlich,” he said, voice low and steady. “Because that’s where this is headed, isn’t it?” The words sank into your chest, warm and terrifying all at once. Kaiser wasn’t one to say things he didn’t mean. He was cocky, sure, but beneath all that glitter and bravado, he had this way of being ruthlessly honest when it mattered. You opened your mouth, closed it again, and finally muttered, “You’re ridiculous.”
“And yet you love me,” he teased, brushing a kiss against your temple. “So, tell me, did Mama ask when the wedding is, or should I expect that next time I see her?” You shoved him away, laughing despite yourself. “Don’t you dare!” He grinned, satisfied, before tugging you back into his arms. “Fine, fine. But now you’ve started something, Schatz. Don’t think I won’t remind you of it.”
And he did.
Every time you stumbled over a German phrase after that, he’d smirk and say, “Careful, don’t accidentally call me your husband again.”
Whenever you introduced him to someone new, he’d add, “Future husband, actually. She already said it once in German, it’s legally binding.”
And worst of all, whenever he talked to your mom on the phone, because of course he charmed her into semi-regular calls, he’d end the conversation with a casual, “Take care of your daughter. I’ll handle the rest as her Mann.”
But as much as you groaned and whined, you couldn’t help the little thrill that ran through you every time he said it. Because deep down, you knew he wasn’t entirely joking.
And maybe—just maybe—you didn’t mind that accident after all.
