#futebol

"que si estás conmigo no te va a pasar na, solo déjate llevar..."

pairing: bf michael kaiser x latina gf

warming: +18 content. mature themes. explicit language. sexual content. smut. nsfw. alcohol.

synopsis: in the middle of the los angeles night, during his debut as a starter for the german national team in the world cup, michael finds himself completely surrendered to the girlfriend he loved above any egocentrism or the arrogance of an emperor.

kat's note: guys... im back and totally addicted to all the gorgeous men showing up for the world cup teams. i couldn't forget our emperor so here it is in honor of my mexican hermanas !! who are hosting the cup!

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the stadium, with its impeccable pitch and the distant echo of the last fans leaving, suddenly seemed like a tiny place in the face of his presence.

kaiser walked with his usual predatory elegance, but the sweat trickling down his temples and his rhythmic breathing revealed the effort of that victorious debut. he didn't look like the player who hated being on american soil; he looked like a man who had just fulfilled a mission to, at last, return to his true home.

​y/n waited for him by the low wall of the stands, the glow of pride in her eyes more intense than any stadium light. as soon as she saw him approach, she didn't wait for him to climb up; she leaned down, and he, closing his eyes, abandoned the weight of the world in a deep kiss.

there was no coldness of the pitch there, nor the pressure of the armband or noa's demands. y/n's kiss was the immediate antidote to the tension of the ninety minutes, making the muscles in kaiser's shoulders relax instantly, as if he were taking off an armor that was too heavy.

​as they pulled apart, his forehead rested against hers. he was breathless but his gaze was pure delight.

​"those two goals were nothing short of poetic, michael," she began, her voice loaded with contagious enthusiasm. she ran her hands over his sweaty face, wiping away a drop that was trickling down, her fingers tracing the features she loved so much. "the way you positioned yourself for that second pass... it was surgically precise. honestly? i'm so proud that i can barely describe it."

​kaiser's face, which moments before was the mask of the "emperor's" relentless concentration, melted completely under her praise. he closed his eyes at karina's touch, allowing himself a genuine smile, something he never displayed in front of cameras.

​"you are the only person in the world who makes me feel that two goals in a world cup are just a detail," he replied, in a low voice, almost a husky whisper, while he held her hands against his face. "i hated every second of this country, i hated the climate, i hated the atmosphere... but, while i was running across the field, the only thing that kept me focused was knowing you were here. that, after all this noise, i would come to get my real prize."

​he pulled her into a firm hug, burying his face in the crook of her neck for a brief moment, breathing deeply. he didn't need the applause of the crowd, he didn't need the recognition of the american commentators. the validation he found in those curls, in those arms, and in that voice was the only thing that, to him, held any real value.

​"let's get out of here," he murmured, looking at her with that soft intensity filled with adoration that only she knew. "this place has nothing for me now. you are my only victory that really matters."

​michael interlaced his fingers with hers and without caring who might be watching from the empty stands, he began to guide her out, his walk now light, free from the weight of arrogance, carrying only the tranquility of someone who, even far from home, was exactly where he needed to be.

the summer night air drifted through the balcony of the luxury hotel, carrying with it the soft scent of the city, but what truly filled the space was the atmosphere of domestic peace the two had built.

​kaiser, after a thorough shower in the stadium locker room, seemed to have left behind not only the sweat of the match but also the layers of hostility he usually wore like a uniform.

​he emerged from the suite door holding a bottle of chilled white wine and two glasses. the sound of the cork being pulled was almost imperceptible, a dry pop that marked the beginning of a night of absolute rest. he walked to the balcony, finding y/n there, sitting in one of the armchairs with a towel over her shoulders, her voluminous and perfectly defined hair falling down her back. she was finishing detangling it with a brush, a ritual she insisted on doing before bed.

​he poured the glasses with elegance, but his eyes never left her. to kaiser, that scene — his girlfriend, without the formality of a gala event, just being herself, wrapped in that sweet, intoxicating scent he had already mapped as the "scent of y/n" — was much more invigorating than any victory celebration.

​"are you never going to finish fixing that work of art?" he asked, his voice laced with playful affection as he walked toward her.

​he leaned down until he was beside her neck and inhaled deeply near the spot where her neck met her hair, closing his eyes for a second. it was irresistible. even without products, the aroma was magnetic, a subtle mix of freshness and her natural perfume that calmed him in ways he couldn't even explain.

​"it was too tangled, love," she replied with a lazy smile, returning the brush to the side table and tilting her head back, meeting his gaze. "and this wine?"

​kaiser chuckled softly and walked around the armchair, handing her the glass. she set the brush aside and stood up, holding the glass carefully and smiling at the blonde man.

​"i think we need a toast, don't we? we are living through the world cup, after all. it’s not every day you see me playing in the germany jersey."

​"i must admit you look extremely attractive."

​both laughed and toasted, the sharp sound of the glasses clinking echoing for a few seconds before they both took a sip of the white wine.

​he felt light. the match against switzerland, the screams of the crowd, the pressure of the team, and the tension of a country he didn't particularly like—all of that was a distant reality now. he was just the man who, by a stroke of luck (or perhaps destiny, as he liked to think since they met), had found someone who loved him for who he was beyond the pitch.

​"you know..." he murmured, observing the city lights. "i still catch myself thinking about how you truly affected me. europe has never sounded so monotonous since that cafe in latin america. spilling coffee on you yielded a good result."

​y/n smiled and stroked his back.

​"funny, cause i always had a curiosity to see europe. despite so many world conflicts, i still think it's a beautiful place. and suddenly, a european showed up giving me a bath of hot coffee... ironic, isn't it?"

"a little. but everything has a purpose, baby. and destiny is so unpredictable that it can take you from mexico, to germany, to the united states in the blink of an eye."

​after saying that, silence fell over them and the wine became the main focus.

​it was quite intense, as within minutes the bottle was empty and both were tipsy, finishing the last sip left in their glasses.

​with his mind relaxed and a little sluggish, kaiser fixed his blue eyes on his girlfriend, who found herself in the same state as him, letting out a little chuckle before deciding to get closer to her.

kaiser felt the world spinning at a slower, more pleasant rhythm.

​the natural haughtiness of his posture gave way to an almost slovenly relaxation; he was sprawled in the armchair next to y/n, head tilted back and a lazy smile playing on his lips.

​the egocentrism that made him lethal on the field had transformed into a tipsy, affectionate confidence.

​"you’re dangerous, you know that?" kaiser let out, his voice dragging and raspy as he turned his face to look at her.

​his blue eyes, now a bit duller and heavier from the wine, shone with a devotion stripped of any filter.

​"you make me drink this cheap hotel wine as if it were the best nectar in the world, just because you’re with me. if someone had told me that michael kaiser would end a world cup opening night like this, i probably would have sent that person to hell."

​y/n, feeling her cheeks flushed and the world swaying gently, laughed. her laughter echoed across the balcony, a crystal-clear sound that made kaiser lean in, invading her personal space with absolute naturalness. she felt the heat radiating from him, the light scent of wine mixed with the woody cologne he wore.

​"and now? what would the great emperor say now?" she challenged, running her fingers through his blonde strands, which were no longer perfectly aligned.

​kaiser leaned in, letting his body weight rest on hers, almost as if he were seeking a balance that the alcohol made difficult to maintain. he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into an awkward hug that was, however, charged with raw intensity.

​"now?" he repeated, resting his forehead against hers, his lips brushing against hers with every word. "now i would say that this 'emperor' is completely surrendered. that it doesn't matter how many goals i score, or how many titles these people try to give me... i prefer your scent to any trophy. i prefer your laughter to any crowd cheering."

​he let out a low chuckle, a sound almost inaudible, and his fingers traced the contours of her face with a slowness that betrayed the numbness caused by the drink.

​"we're lost, baby. completely wasted and probably talking nonsense, but i swear..." he whispered, his voice dropping to an intimate and vulnerable tone, "...that never in my entire life have i felt as in control as i do right now, here, with you, drunk and without a single mask."

​y/n felt her heart race with his honesty. there, under the moonlight, without the stadium lights or the pressure of fame, he was just the man who loved her with an intensity that scared and fascinated her in equal measure.

​the wine had only brought to the surface what he always tried, and failed, to hide: that his arrogance was just a facade for the blatant passion he had for her.

the kiss tasted sweet and complex, the remnants of the white wine mixed with the immediate heat radiating from their bodies.

​y/n felt herself floating; the intoxication turned every touch into an explosion of sensations, and the world around them had shrunk down to nothing more than the rhythm of his breathing and the firm contact of his hands. she buried her fingers in his blonde hair, mussing up even further the impeccable hairstyle he usually maintained with such obsession, feeling a secret pleasure in dismantling the "emperor" to find only the man who belonged to her.

​kaiser, for his part, seemed to be in a trance. the arrogance that, at other times, would have been his shield was now just a distant echo, replaced by a visceral need for closeness. when he began to trace a path of slow, wet kisses along the side of her face, he felt her shiver under his touch.

​he descended calmly, mapping the curve of her jaw, feeling her pulse quicken against his lips.

​as he reached the sensitive line of her neck, y/n let out a broken sigh that turned into a lazy, satisfied smile. the sensation of his lips, hot and damp, brushing against her skin with a devotion that contrasted with his habitual coldness, made her feel like the center of his universe.

​"do you have any idea what you do to me?" he murmured against her skin, his voice slurred by the alcohol but charged with an electricity that set off alerts throughout y/n's entire body.

​kaiser didn't wait for an answer. he kissed her more firmly, moving up again to find her lips, in a motion that was as much a caress as it was a claim. the balcony environment, under the soft glow of the city lights in the distance, seemed to have transformed into a private sanctuary.

​to kaiser, every inch of skin he touched was a confirmation of his reality. he was there, far from germany, far from the pressures of the world cup, far from all the expectations that suffocated him. and, in that moment, as y/n's hands squeezed his shoulders, pulling him even closer, he realized that, drunk or sober, his greatest trophy would never be the world cup champion's trophy, but rather the woman who, there, on a hotel balcony, accepted him in his most human form, stripped of titles and glory.

the path to the living room felt like a labyrinth, each step clumsy and weighted by the numbness of alcohol, but neither of them was in any hurry to reach their final destination.

​when they finally reached the sofa, kaiser let his body drop into the soft upholstery with a heavy sigh, his head sinking into the cushions, but his attention remained anchored like a magnet to the figure of y/n.

​she approached with a lethal elegance, her gaze transformed. she was no longer just the affectionate and sweet girlfriend; there was a predatory glint, a magnetic firmness that captivated kaiser immediately.

​when she stopped in front of him, the air in the german's lungs seemed to thin, as if she had, in a single movement, stolen all the oxygen in the room. his blue eyes, usually so calculating, now shone with a mixture of adoration and total surrender.

​y/n moved with the fluidity of a serpent, climbing onto the sofa and settling over him, shortening any distance that might still have existed between their bodies.

​the weight of her on his lap was the only anchor he desired in the world. she mesmerized him, every movement being a silent declaration of possession that kaiser, in all his usual arrogance, would never dare to contest.

​she pulled him into a kiss that began slowly, but which quickly acquired a tipsy and thirsty urgency. y/n's small, firm hands sought the hem of kaiser's shirt. she pulled it slightly upward, a silent challenge, an invitation he understood instantly.

​kaiser, feeling the blood pulsing in his temples, sat up slightly to facilitate the movement, assisting her by unbuttoning the fabric mechanically, his eyes never leaving hers.

​he pulled the piece off, discarding it on the floor with a careless gesture, the shirt falling like a symbol of his last physical barrier being removed.

​now, without the formality of his attire, there was only skin, heat, and the urgency of that night. he pulled her back to him with a possessiveness that didn't come from his mind, but from a much deeper, more instinctive place.

​kaiser felt her breath against his face, the intoxicating aroma of her skin. he held her by the waist, his fingers sinking slightly into her skin, getting lost completely in the way she looked at him—as if he were the only thing that really mattered in her universe.

the low lighting of the room, combined with the distant lights of los angeles filtering through the curtains, created a perfect backdrop for that moment of absolute surrender. kaiser, who had spent his entire life accustomed to dictating the rhythm of any game —whether on the pitch or in his relationships — felt, for the first time, completely disarmed.

​he didn't want control. he didn't want supremacy. he only wanted to be the terrain upon which she moved.

​y/n moved with a calculated cadence, a slow, provocative rise and fall that forced kaiser to hold his breath by a thread. every inch of contact seemed to set his nerve endings on fire, and the way she let out soft, alluring moans contrasted overwhelmingly with the hypnotic intensity of her gaze. she didn't avert her eyes from his, maintaining a visual connection that acted like a chain, keeping him anchored there, on that sofa, under her total domain.

​"michael... dios mío..."

​kaiser's hands, large and firm, rested on her waist, feeling every muscle contract under his touch. he didn't dare dictate the movement; his fingers only followed her rhythm, deepening the contact, massaging her soft skin with a respect that bordered on adoration. he felt like a man who, after years of navigating turbulent seas of ego and ambition, had finally been snared by a siren — acreature who, though she seemed harmless in her affectionate surrender, possessed the dangerous power to consume every fragment of his will.

​"you know..." his voice coming out as a guttural, broken whisper, his blue eyes sparking with raw need as he locked onto her again "...that you just proved you don't need a throne to make me kneel, right? i am all yours, y/n."

​he didn't wait for an answer, preferring to seek her lips again in a deep kiss, where the taste of the wine mingled with the desire that consumed them.

the pleasure-filled movement ceased, leaving the room filled only by the sound of heavy, uneven breathing.

​y/n’s legs, exhausted and trembling from the intense effort, lost their strength, and she let her body collapse onto kaiser’s, tucking her face into the crook of his neck.

​her hot, panting breath hit his skin—a vivid reminder of her surrender.

​"i can't take anymore, michael..." she murmured, her voice failing in a sigh of absolute exhaustion, while her fingers, once firm, relaxed against his back.

​kaiser felt a wave of almost overwhelming protectiveness. the smile that touched his lips wasn't the smirk he showed his rivals, but a soft, genuine expression filled with deep intimacy.

​it was his moment to take command, not as an emperor demanding submission, but as someone who cherished the pleasure of his beloved—which was also his own.

​with surgical and extremely careful gestures, he adjusted her on the sofa, laying her down delicately. kaiser didn't pull away; on the contrary, he positioned himself between her legs, resting his forehead against hers.

​he adjusted y/n’s legs around his waist, enveloping her in a way that made her feel safe and supported.

​"rest now, liebling," he whispered against her lips, his voice husky and velvety. "let me take care of everything else."

​he restarted the rhythm, this time under his own control.

​the penetration was deliberately slow, a torturous contrast to the earlier urgency.

​"k-kaiser..." y/n groaned in a way that sounded incredibly seductive to the german's ears.

​he watched her with a predatory yet tender intensity, seeing her eyelids grow heavy and close as she lost herself in the cadence he imposed.

​the touch of her nails scratching lightly against his back — a trail of mild irritation that transformed into pleasure — made kaiser’s jaw tighten.

​"let me fuck you the right way, darling. don't hold back your moans." he began to move inside her, feeling her shiver from head to toe. "you like it, hm?"

​"faster... i need you, michael..."

​"shhh... i'm not going anywhere."

​with that, he accelerated his movements, drawing more desperate moans from his girlfriend, her back serving as an anchor for her to pour out the pleasure she was feeling.

​he knew exactly where to touch, what to say, what to do, and what not to do. this made the desire y/n felt for him grow ever stronger, and before they knew it, they were both exploding with need for one another.

​kaiser wasn't one to moan often, but this act was so intense; so good, that he laid his face against the side of hers, groaning directly into her ear. it only served to make her whimper with arousal.

​"you are a goddess. an empress! my empress..."

​his tattooed hand moved up to her neck, circling the area as if the roses tattooed around his arm had come to life, the tattoo finally making sense.

​the thorns encircling a rose. his blue rose. he was the man covered in egocentrism and arrogance, but who had fallen for the sweet, affectionate girl he had sworn to protect, even from her own shadow.

​kaiser didn't choke her, but he applied pressure to the area, causing y/n to let out a moan at his action.

​"i love you, meine liebe. i love you until the fucking last day of my miserable life."

​"i love you too, michael... hmmm... i won't last much longer..." she whimpered, interlacing her legs around his waist.

​"don't hold back. come as many times as you need until you're satisfied. i can fuck you every minute of my day if that's your wish."

​these words had a massive impact on her. her legs tightened around kaiser, and with a loud moan, she reached an intense orgasm under his thrusts.

​"la puta madre...!"

​upon hearing this, kaiser also found himself at the final line of sanity, and with a raw groan, he pulled out and finished on her stomach in an intense release.

​he wasn't tired. despite having played a long match hours earlier, his physical conditioning allowed him great stamina.

​"are you okay?" he asked, holding her face, noting that look of pure post-orgasmic delight. "what a dangerous sight..."

​y/n was breathless. her forehead was sweaty with a few strands of hair stuck to her skin, her eyes heavy.

​"dangerous why?" she questioned with a soft, airy laugh.

​"because it makes me want to fuck you even more. jesus christ, y/n, i don't know if i fell into a siren's trap or a witch's spell."

​"nothing is stopping you from fucking me until we run out of breath. i beg you, michael..."

​that was the final straw.

​kaiser held her face with one hand, both rough and gentle at once.

​"never beg me for anything, liebling. i am the one who owes you my devotion. if it’s what you want, it’s what you’ll get."

​and without further warning, he placed her legs over his shoulders and buried himself back into that pulsing, wet, and warm place that would be the reason for many more moans and hot declarations throughout that summer night in the states.