#sub michael kaiser

Kaiser was so wet from the long minutes you spent eating him out that moisture coated his thighs; a filthy mix of sweat, slick, and saliva glistening on the insides of them. The bed below him was no better and the sheet stuck to his back. Kaiser wanted more than anything to take a second shower and clean himself up, but any rational thought slipped away when your tongue slid home ── into him again, with the same hunger as when you first opened his legs and buried yourself between them earlier.

Sex after he had done his whole nighttime ritual (as you called it) and gotten ready for bed: body warm from the shower, legs moisturized and clean boxers on his hips, was a definite no. You knew that. But you took advantage of his tiredness and irritation anyway. You snuggled between his legs to lie on his stomach while he rewatched the match from hours ago. Kaiser gave you a suspicious look behind the lenses of his glasses, but allowed you to get close.

He knew it was a bad decision as soon as you started mumbling, always so obviously uninterested in football that Kaiser had no idea how he still tolerated you. You turned your head then, buried your nose in his thigh and breathed in deeply. Inhaling his scent.

Kaiser ignored you and kept his attention on the television, another bad choice that he only realized when he felt your teeth sink into his skin, his sex pulsing in response under the hot weight of your body against his groin.

"[name]," he warned you then, grabbing your hair without any attempt to feign care, trying to move your mouth away.

You grumbled like a small child and Kaiser, trying not to find another reason to stress, left you. When your fingers went to the elastic of his underwear then, Kaiser looked at you disinterestedly, without a move to help you. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Helping you relax?"

"You're asking me?" Kaiser scoffed. "I don't see how eating me out is going to do anything for my stress."

"Well, it certainly helps with my stress," was your response.

What damn futile reason would you have in your little life to be stressed? You did nothing! All day! Living like a little trophy wife.

On the television, the narrator shouts, announcing the goal. The opposing team's goal against Bastard Munchen. From the footage he could almost see his own face in the distance, contorted in irritation. Kaiser's temple throbs and fuck, he lifts his hips, allowing you to undress him.

Now, you moaned against him, sounding so damn pleased with the taste of him that even as a stab of pain jolted his hips from the pressure of your tongue swirling around his clit, Kaiser doesn't try to stop you and just surrenders to your whims.

He is hyperaware of also not being able to shut up. Maybe it's the accumulated tension, the days he spent away from home, never lowering to the desire to touch himself, the game they won but by very little. Maybe because of one or all of the above, but Kaiser is talking, loudly, grunting, moaning, comfortable and shivering on his pile of soft pillows.

Everything in him was burning and throbbing and wet. You were a sloppy eater, on purpose, Kaiser accused. His muscular thighs squeeze your head, sure to suffocate you against his pussy even as the sensations distort, sensitive and almost numb at the same time. Unsure whether he wanted more of this pleasure or not.

"Hng, fuck, fuck- oh- ooh!" Your lips close around his swollen, hypersensitive clit, sucking. Kaiser's hips lift off the bed, meeting your mouth, unable to stop the tremors as yet another orgasm washed over him, taking his breath with it.

He thinks he might have passed out for a few seconds, because when he comes back to, your mouth is against his, kissing him, even though Kaiser can barely kiss you back. His tongue feels loose inside his mouth. There's a lot of saliva accumulated and running down his chin, but it doesn't seem to bother you. Gross.

The game replay is over. A new program is running behind your back. You're reaching between your bodies, fingers sliding between Kaiser's puffy pussy lips, spreading the wetness even further, he's not sure, dizzy and-

Your cock presses against him, the tip wide and hot, and then sinks into him with ease. Kaiser's pussy is so relaxed and sloppy that it can barely squeeze around the intrusion, so sensitive, so sensitive, but you fuck him anyway. Your hips slam against his fast, hard, in and out, in and out. As if he were a whore or something even lower. Something made to be used for your pleasure.

"Mihya," you're singing like a praise, kissing every bit of skin you can reach. "You feel so good- you're so wet for me. Fuuck. I won't last. Your cunt is so perfect-I can't- Michael..."

Kaiser gives up trying to kiss you and moves his mouth away, he doesn't care now about the pathetic expression he must be making right now: tears rolling down his cheeks, glasses already lost, drooling.

He knows you won't last, soon you'll cum, finish making his insides a mess with your seed. It hurts, all of him seems to throbs; his cunt gets even wetter, squirting or cumming (maybe both) around your cock as he screams. He can't take it anymore, he can't...

It was obviously not a revelation to Kaiser why this had started. He had started to understand it the moment you almost fought Ness to share a hotel room with him. After all, you, as adults and completely mentally ill people, played tic-tac-toe and you beat Alexis. After all, he could survive a couple of nights not in a room with Michael, but you? Oh no, you had too big of a plan for him.

He had figured it out himself, as soon as he saw that you were actually focused on winning this stupid game and not playing for fun... But I guess he didn't understand what exactly was waiting for him. Although that's the best part.

"G-gott! Y/n, slow d-down! This is, oh shit, this is too mu-much!" came out unintelligibly from his lips, while he grabbed the sheets beneath him with all his might, his graceful fingers almost tearing apart the poor fabric that was holding on with all its might.

"Are you sure?" you clarify, knowing he won’t answer because he doesn’t want to, but he also doesn’t want to seem too needy.

And so he does. He stays silent, burying his face in the pillows and pushing his ass back a little more to somehow meet your ruthless thrusts that didn’t allow him to breathe properly.

You squeeze his hips, pressing lightly on his stomach under your fingers, causing him to whine loudly, even muffled by the cotton pillowcases. His toned ass jiggles slightly with each thrust, making you want to bite one of his cheeks right now, but oh, what a shame the human body can’t bend like that, huh?

Kaiser felt too good as you admired his ass and his bulging back without any other thought. He felt like his whole being was melting, turning into nothing more than obedient plasticine in your hands, which you could bend as you wish.

He bites his lip to hold back another moan. It seems like he can hear his heartbeat in every part of his body, no matter how unimportant or far from his head. It seems like his blood is so hot that he is about to melt... Not that it is not true, considering how sweaty you both have been for the last few dozen minutes.

"Aren't you going to answer me, handsome? Or do you want me to stop and leave you empty and thirsty, hm?" your whisper sends involuntary goosebumps down his body when he realizes that your chest is rubbing against his back and he makes some kind of sound similar to hiccups, turning his head to the side.

"Shut up."

The phrase made your hips freeze almost immediately, your eyebrow involuntarily crawling up at the fact that he had the strength to speak clearly, and also to act like a complete brat, when you were obviously lifting him to Heaven and back with your actions.

"Move, idiot. Why the hell did you stop?"

Your eye twitched and you took a deep breath, looking down at his frowning, flushed face. There were traces of moisture all over his face from tears and sweat mixed together, his lips were slightly swollen from holding back moans, but most importantly, his eyes. The shine in them. He knew what he was doing, or rather, what he was saying.

Before he could come to his senses, your lips spread into an almost animalistic smile and your cock completely slipped out of him. Kaiser was about to complain, but you abruptly flip him over onto his back, and then immediately, without warning, you penetrate inside.

His next moan was probably heard by everyone in the hotel, or at least on your floor. And all the following ones, too. He was no longer holding back, moaning at the top of his lungs. His hands were looking for something to grab onto and wanted to close around your shoulders, but you would not allow him such luxury, so you squeezed his palms above his head.

"What a pity. If you want to act like a little slut, then I will have to treat you like one," you lean right over his face, sliding out so that only your tip remains inside him, and then penetrate in the roughest way you can.

"Ohhh, ple-please... Ple-please, fuck, s-sir, I b-beg yo-you... P-please!"

He himself did not understand what he was begging for, while you just let out a chuckle from this. Michael could barely form any coherent words, he was just mumbling obvious nonsense now.

Your fingers squeezed the blond's leg at his knee, throwing one of his legs over your shoulder, practically folding him in half. He muttered something unintelligible, tears starting to flow from his closed eyes while his hands clenched into fists helplessly in your grip.

"What? You decided to fix yourself in a couple of seconds, handsome? That's not like you. My dick makes you drunk?" he would never admit that it did, but his head shook in agreement too convulsively.

You bite his ankle, digging into the white skin, causing him to cry out in pain, but he doesn't complain. He just stares excitedly at the small trickle of blood rolling down his leg. Your free hand, not holding his hand, falls on his neck.

And God, something clicks inside him. He cums, but nothing comes out, in that same second, although your hand did not have time to settle down and squeeze properly. You only look at the pathetic state of the German while he experiences a dry orgasm and how his cock twitches.

"What a pity... Although you are a smart boy. Even without realizing anything, you do not dare to cum for real without my permission..." Michael only moans in response, not being able to say anything anymore, especially now that you are blocking part of his air.

"Please, Y-y/n," he manages to mumble somehow, looking at you with empty, smoky eyes, hazed with a haze of lust, and you feel how he squeezes around your cock. Probably on purpose, but now you do not care.

"Please what, baby? You have to speak clearly," he frowns, looking away and staring at some tasteless painting on the wall, trying to pull some kind of speech out of his brain.

"Let me cum... Bitte, mein schatz," Kaiser whines, managing to somehow rise up, although it is clearly uncomfortable and even painful for him, given the position he is in, and kissing the corner of your lips, missing the main target. "Bitte lass mich abspritzen, lass mich auf deinen Schwanz abspritzen..."

You feel something break inside you. He looked beautiful and didn't even seem embarrassed as usual by his obvious vulnerability and the state of some kind of toy in your hands. In the end, he even found the strength to kiss you and didn't even wince at the fact that he literally bent in half for a couple of seconds. Well, how can you not spoil such a boy, right?

His head falls back, he sighs raggedly when you begin to pound him with the maximum speed and roughness you can muster right now. The bed beneath you creaks pitifully, as does Kaiser himself, not expecting such pressure.

"Dann komm, Hübscher," your words send him over the edge immediately, squeezing your cock as if in a vice.

He paints your and his stomach white, cumming surprisingly much. And he doesn't react at all when you continue your thrusts with a same force, only small sighs escaping from his lips.

But then he screams and something cracks under you. You manage to catch him and throw his leg aside carefully but quickly, and press him to your chest.

"You... Managed to break the bed? Wow, new even for you," Michael mutters, watching the mattress and sheets sag in the hole in the bed, chuckling hoarsely and weakly hugging your shoulders now that he has this opportunity.

"I'll ask to change the room and pay for the bed... I don't even want to imagine the face of the girl at the reception, but..." You look up at the blond, who is now sitting on your lap and thoughtfully narrow your gaze.

"Ride you? Good," he understands what is needed, feeling that you have not yet finished and managed to twitch inside him even at such a moment. "You can't be trusted with the pace anymore, you're too wild... Next time we're in hotels, I'll ride you."

The football field in the building was closed at night, knowing full well how persistent football players in the leagues can be. Darkness, silence, idyll... Except for the flashlight from the phone somewhere in the middle of the field and quiet groans echoing from the walls.

"Why did you decide to have sex here? Plus, at this time?" You ask, looking over at Michael, who was clutching at the trimmed grass in the lawn as you thrust into him at a careful, almost tremulous pace.

“I think you said yourself that you wanted to experiment... So we’re starting with something easy,” Blonde whispers, wincing from the unpleasant feeling of artificial grass in his hands, so he just hugs your neck lazily.

“Well, yes, but... You obviously have some other reasons. But I won’t push if you don’t want to talk,” Michael just sighs at your words, but it immediately turns into a soft moan when your lips touch his neck.

“I just love the atmosphere in here, as weird as it sounds, so shut up and fuck me,” A disgruntled mutter escapes his lips, only to be cut short when he tilts his head back, giving you better access to his neck.

You look over his face, surprisingly too peaceful for him. Maybe this place really brought inner comfort to his soul, erasing all the doubts and burdens that he kept inside and sometimes shared with you. Maybe it was. But your heart broke at the sight of him for some reason, you understood his feelings more than anyone... Because you were probably the only one he was able to open up to so much.

“Micha? You’re a good boy,” echoes from your lips almost casually, but with a sickly sweet note that you want to listen to forever and drown in these sweet speeches.

"What was it?"

You find yourself torn from examining his face by his question. And really, why did you say that? He didn't do anything special during your entire session, which lasted about half an hour. And you too... But one look at him is enough for you to understand why.

Your attentive gaze glides over his perfect facial features, long eyelashes giving his eyes an unusual softness and warmth. Instantly you feel the desire to say that he is beautiful, extraordinarily beautiful. Faithful hands, strength and tenderness in every touch, sincerity and warmth in every word, just for you. The desire to praise, to say how much love and kindness he has, how he is able to bring a smile even in the most cloudy weather.

His soul shines brighter than the stars in the sky, his smile can melt the heart of icy granite. The desire to praise, express gratitude for all the beauty and kindness that he brings into this world. He is not just a person, he is magic, miracle, a spark that pushes you to move even in your most difficult moments.

The words seem unfair, but the heart is filled with feelings that are impossible to carry on the wind. Praise, approval, love — all these are small before the greatness of his soul and his existence. You really want to tell him about this so that he understands how amazing and significant he is to you. Just as the sun rises every morning, he awakens in you a feeling of awe and admiration that seems endless and will remain so.

“Because I love you,” You say without thinking, and immediately catch a light, rare blush on his cheeks.

His hand immediately drops down from your shoulder to cover the pink dust on his cheeks, but you intercept his hand, kissing his fingers tenderly, intertwining your fingers together.

"You idiot... Why so suddenly?" He asks, even if he doesn't wait for an answer, lightly kicking you in the side, groaning when you lean over him a little closer, hitting his sweet spot at a pleasant angle.

You find yourself thinking that you would worship him if he were God. It’s not that you didn’t already worship him... But he was definitely the person for whom even an atheist would reconsider their views on the world.

"Why suddenly? I'm always ready to praise you. You are tenacious, driven, incredibly smart, caring for those you care about in your own way... You are simply magnificent."

"Shut up, please shut up. I don't need your praise, just fuck me and..." He trails off, kicking you in the side again as he realizes something, "You didn't say that I'm handsome."

“Your beauty is a fact. But your appearance is far from the main thing that you have, even if you think differently... But if I started to list what I like about you externally, then we would move on to dithyrambs and ballads, and not to the climax."

Michael chuckles, finally distracted from contemplating you in response, realizing that he really feels a knot growing in his stomach. In general, he would never admit that he would be glad to listen to these dithyrambs and ballads and much more if it came from you. He's always taken praise for granted because, yes, he's Michael Kaiser, but now? He's just a puddle in your hands that's trying to look like ice.

“I’m not clenching around your cock right now because...” He cuts himself off, groaning as your mouth sucks on his neck in the area of his tattoo, “It’s not because I liked the praise, is that clear to both of us?”

“Of course, my King, as you say,” You say, biting the skin of his neck, causing him to whimper quietly as one of your hands slides to his cock, stroking it in time with your thrusts.

Your pace gradually picks up as you get closer too. And the sight of Michael, who clearly enjoyed your previous praise, did not at all ease your hard-on, nor did the warm walls around him.

"Call me!" He suddenly shouts, kicking you in the side once again, although you have no idea what he means at first, pulling away from his neck.

"Good boy?" You ask cautiously and to your surprise and pleasure, his cock twitches in your palm, and after a few thrusts he actually comes, squeezing you tighter than usual, which is why you can’t help but cum, thrusting into him a couple of times in post-orgasmic bliss, and then laying down on his chest.

The quiet rhythm of his heartbeat calmed you as he lightly ran his hand through your hair. You were both regaining your more than ragged breaths before the comfortable silence was interrupted by a question that made you chuckle hoarsely.

"B-bastard", Kaiser cursed, hands clenched into fists against the wall, voice already husky, first from yelling at Yoichi on the field, then from scolding you for a pass you made to the boy and now because of how hard you fucked him. "Damn- fuck you"

"Is it the worst you can think of?", you mocked, without stopping pushing against him, with each movement of your hips against his ass the wet sound echoing. "So I'm doing a good job"

And what a joyous job it was, having the ace of Bastard München looking like that: ears and neck flushed, spine curved so you have better access to his ass, red hole contracting around your dick and his massive ego slowly being replaced by nothing but lust for you.

He tried to mutter something back, losing any will to retort when your cock hit his prostate, hard. A cracking sound was wrenched from him, a surprised, half-mute grunt. He was close, you knew because Kaiser had finally shut up, only heaving breath and muffled sounds coming from him.

"You look so beautiful like that, baby, just a doll for me to fuck"

You ran your hands down his muscular back, pushing the fabric of his shirt up, and leaned down to kiss the expanse of skin in front of you. The movement shifted your cock inside him and his hole contracted incessantly as your thrusts grew deeper, knocking the air from his lungs. Now Kaiser was muttering something, whether it was cursing you or asking for more you didn't know ─── the words too jumbled to understand.

Taking his earlobe between teeths you ordered, "Cum for me"

His legs gave way, nearly taking him to the ground if it weren't for your grip, throat articulating a wounded moan while obeying your command and cum. His torso slid down, exhausted, eyes with that familiar angry gleam closed. You brought him closer to your chest, your cock still hard inside him and watched Kaiser's swollen red cock spurting semen onto the floor and onto the discarded uniform at his feet.

Noa would kill you two if he found out you were having sex on the sly, risking being seen by someone from the blue lock or get caught on the cameras, but Kaiser always needed to be put back in his place after a match, crown lying at his feet and cumming on your dick like the good slut he was and you were always eager to do it.

"Come on dear, I haven't come yet"