Treat him like your boyfriend (Michael Kaiser - Blue lock)

Synopsis: You treating your friend like your boyfriend… except your friend is Michael Kaiser.

Content: bastard münchen members appear, you and kaiser have a crush on each other, no angst, may be a little OOC, it’s not finished because i got lazy as fuck.

Notes: please ignore the timestamps and the grammar mistakes and also stop just reading and not leaving comments. it makes me sad 😔

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michael kaiser

michael had never been the type of man to do anything halfway, so when he decided he was going to propose to you, he treated it like the most important match of his life, except this time there was no opponent to defeat and no stadium full of people waiting for him to win.

he had spent weeks planning everything without letting you notice, which was harder than it should have been considering how observant you were, and every time you asked why he suddenly had so many secret phone calls or why he kept checking the time, he would simply give you that smug little smile and tell you that you were being too curious.

on the evening he finally chose, he took you somewhere beautiful and quiet, somewhere away from the noise and crowds, and despite his usual confidence, there was something noticeably different about him that night.

he kept glancing at you whenever he thought you weren't looking, his fingers occasionally brushing against the small box hidden safely in his pocket, almost as if he needed to remind himself that he was actually about to do this.

it all started when he saw how outstanding you were with his teammates child.

he’d stand aside chatting with his teammate acting like he was listening but in reality he was watching the wholesome scene in front of him.

playing peek a boo and tickling the little ball of energy, smothering the babies face with soft kisses.

sae clicked his tongue rubbing the back of his neck, he’d never imagine himself having children. ever. especially with how his career is doing.

once you two get home you plop onto your shared bed, sae running his slender fingers through his magenta locks taking in your form and beautiful features.

he leans over the bed resting his palm on your thigh, thinking of how to bring this topic up. he clears his throat and taps your thigh lightly to get your attention,

“hm?” you perch up setting your phone aside.

“so. what’s your thoughts on having… children?” he says hesitantly, feeling his palm stiffen on your thigh. your eyes widen and looks like they’d almost shimmered, a slight smirk pulling on your lips.

“are you kidding? i wanna be a mother so bad.” you say resting your hand on top of his. he nods glancing down looking at your guys shared hands.

a shaky breath leaves his lips chewing on his bottom lip before quietly speaking up, “can… we maybe try for a baby?” “like… now?”

your eyes widen once more moving to cup his face slightly squeezing his chubby cheeks together making his lips perch out, he scrunches his nose and furrows his brows looking at you confused.

“yes! oh my gosh! i thought you’d never ask me. are you sure? like super sure?” you say excitedly, his eyes fluttering quickly indicating he’s a bit overwhelmed, he nods against your palms moving his hands to wrap around your wrists.

you lean forward pressing your lips softly against his feeling the softness of his lips touch yours. he sighs against your lips his hand snaking back to cup your neck. and of course, one thing leads to another.

he has your face shoved into the sheets, ass up on full display for him, just how he likes it. gripping your waist tightly as he pounds into your dripping cunt. feeling his heavy balls slap against your ass, he tilts his head back letting a quiet moan spill out as his cock fucks in and out of your poor pussy.

“f… fuck. you’re gonna be… such a good mom.” he heaved out as he thrusted deeper into you making you squeeze around his thick length, feeling every inch of him obliterate your insides.

he leans forward pressing soft kisses along your neck, the scent of sex and his expensive cologne making you feel more dizzy. “hah… baby m’ close. i’m so fucking… close.”

he groans out as his thick cock head presses against your gummy insides as he slides in and out, pounding into you so hard enough to make the bed frame shake. when he feels you squeeze around him again, tighter, he grunts lowly before spilling his warm thick load into you.

slowly rolling his hips to empty all of his balls, and he came a lot. leaving him a panting mess as he droops forward on your shoulders his hands caressing your sides sliding up and down and moving to glide along your tummy. “fuck. i can’t wait to see you round… and heavy of my baby.”

When the fic describes the fat schlong you're about to take

satoru gojo, the man whom you had given your heart to after he had been courting you for two months. at first, it didn’t make sense to you nor your friends.

satoru gojo, the man in the fraternity, who would ingest vodka in a shot while having a marlboro adorning his fingers.

satoru gojo, who would be known to satisfy himself to the exploding basses of incoherent music, flashes of purple, green and red lights embracing his party freak nature.

satoru gojo who would have a (new) girl every week, her grasping on to his sturdy forearm as they stumbled in to cramped dorms.

satoru gojo, who had the reputation of being a charmer who couldn’t obtain a relationship— not because there was something lacking within him, but, because he never understood the importance of having some sort of romantic established connection.

so, you did wonder as to why satoru would try to get your attention, your time, your words. you were nothing like him.

in fact, you guys were truly polar opposites. your faculties didn’t align (he was in business, you were in humanities), your personalities didn’t align (he was an extrovert, you were an introvert) and most of all, your reputation (he was a fraternity member, you were known as the quiet, shy girl who refrained from engaging with men without necessity).

so, truly, how did it get here?

where your cheeks were pressed on to the mellow cotton of the pillow. where the white sheets of the bed were heavily wrinkled because of the way you clenched it within your fists. where you tried to mutter out his name in any way possible, “sa-satoru—mhm”. where you didn’t know if you wanted him to slow his pace down or keep going at this rate like a brute animal.

his cock was expanding in your hole it seemed, the firm veins were pulsating against your plush walls. his tip, the oh so pink tinted head of his cock you had come to love was stimulating your cervix. his balls were slapping on to your pounded pussy while both his hands held on to your waist, preventing you to move from the maddening position he had you in.

you felt it. his hands had shifted. one of them, framed with veins, had come around to feel the bulge on your womb— signifying to you, that he was in you, too deep. while the other hand spread its large palm on one of your ass cheeks.

“fuck yeah doll, wan’ me to put a baby in this huh?” he groaned, his breath cutting between the words. “wan’ me to, fuck, make you full? leakin’ from me? shit just say yes baby.” you had rested your flustered cheek on to the pillow, your iris moving to the corner to see him. god. he was a vision of pure ecstasy. his white hair too frivolous, the bangs had been plastered on to sweaty forehand, his chest heaving with red scratches from the previous sessions.

you saw the bridge too, not vivid, just a slight blur but enough to make blood rush hastily into your face. creamy paste clustered around the rim of his cock, the base was too slimy, an evidence of the lustrous passion. “no one’s havin’ you like this, fuck, only me. only me. only” he groaned as he slapped against your rim faster and faster.

“shit, i swear i’m gonna marry you, my wife” “need you, ugh, in the mornin’s, noons and nights in my fucking house ’nd my fucked up life” he wouldn’t shut up, not at all. his groans gritted. his voice going sore.

“nobody gets this. this pussy. this body. no one will have you. no one” his breath cut hard. you gasped as he hit the spot too perfect, his entire length inside you. he was ramming into you as his fingers gathered both your dainty wrists behind your back in a single grip.

slap sounds of his skin meeting yours echoed too loud. tomorrow might be awkward with your neighbors.

“i’m never leavin’ you, ngh, never. yer’ not goin’ anywhere from me” he was close, you could tell. his thrusts were way faster now, too fast. rapid with the way he moved while biting his lower lips, plumper shade of red now.

you had already came earlier than him while he had to remove himself and stroke to milk out even the littlest remaining bit.

you were gasping, for air and dissatisfaction from the loss of contact. he was too rough today, contrasting to his usual self— the sweet, the careful and the softly doting.

his clammy palm had slithered its way on to your waist, turning you around. your back on the mattress, your front to his view. you noted around. clothes scattered on floor while the condom box sat lonely on the bedside table because satoru wanted to go raw this time, just to “feel you”.

satoru had finished wiping you with the wet towel, throwing it on the little table, knocking off the durex box. he planted himself beside, close. too close like he wanted to be your second skin. his head rested low on to your chest as you giggled. he had always been very clingy after sex. always liked having his hair played with by you. only you.

“was something wrong today? you were a bit .. rough..” you tentatively asked with a shy gaze on to him, only able to see the slope of his nose and the outline of his lips. he scrambled deeper in to your embrace, his breath exhaling on your spent nipple making you shiver.

“no, just, i love you. so fucking much” it was true. he did love you. you were his first girlfriend in a long time, since middle school.

he loved you. completely and irrevocably.

hence, it haunted him. what if you found out?

what if you found out that the two of you existed together only because of a stupid bet made between him and his friends during an alcoholic stupor.

drinks paid for the whole year if he took your virginity

your ex man had mangled your heart with his calloused palms. he was the lemon splatter on a wound. he was candy sweetness that rots teeth. he had completely, irrevocably rotten you

“seriously, just block him” the vexing cadence of your friends rang in your head. oh, and you always did. but he found ways to slither in. irrelevant excuses of leaving his junk in your house or nonchalant asks for you take back your items. it all ended with one thing—fucking you till your sanity blackened.

and that happened, once again. his cock buried deep inside the tight walls of your pussy, the folds easily opening up for him while he pounded in to you with profane anger.

he was completely ticked off, not at you, but your friends. for trying to set you up on a date with some murky natured man. as if any other man would be better than him. as if any other man could even hold a candle against him.

“do they think some corporate ass sucker is better than me? really?” his tenacious grip bruised your hips.

his cock slammed harder in to you, your cunt aching from his incessant rails. you had slowed down from atop of him, trying to catch some breath through the orgasm.

the mixed cum ran down his tanned shaft in a slow race, white cream on his base. but he was not done. he thrusted upwards with his brute hand around you while the other steadied himself on the bed.

you whimpered for mercy but none was given and taken. all he did was fuck you again. as always.

but this time, his hands reached. for your phone. unlocked it and went to the girls’ groupchat, where the bursts of messages occurred about that non-consensual arranged date of yours.

he recorded a video and sent.

you lumped forward with your chin on his shoulder, face hidden but hair disheveled enough to know the state of you.

his nose and lips buried in to the crevice of your neck while his moss dense eyes gleamed with possession.

your shirt was lifted by his fist, showing how you had gripped him from behind. his cock sliding inside and out of your wet hole, leaking with his load.

the response was immediate. series of ‘what the fuck’s initial, later progressing to swears of his full government name to leave you alone and asking for your tenable explanations. but they got none of that.

instead they got his ‘by the way, you guys aren’t invited to the wedding’.

a jealousy that gnaws at the meat of the heart, puncturing the chambers with it’s honed tusks. a vortex of some crude and ludicrous envy had been bisecting your boyfriend’s soul.

he had girls before: meaningless nights with colleagues, strangers who wanted a taste, temporary relations solely based on coital desires. yet, he was tormented by the mere ghost of your ex boyfriend—from high school.

the phantom had been harrowing him. a guy before him. an ex lover at that. you had off-handedly snorted about how your ex had gotten married. that was all but enough for questioning by him. “no, i did not have sex with him. only made out and..” “and what?” “got ate out once.”

heaven and hell must have conjoined to give you a boyfriend like him because the fleeting mention of an ex had him gravitate you to the edge of a searing orgasm.

“he ate you out, yeah?” he uttered with pure hatred, inching his fingers close to your wet panties. his three fingers rubbed slow circles on your sticky clothed mound, tracing your protruding outline.

a deep groan escaped from the crevices of his teeth, a lick on his canines and a slow tug from the hem of your panties. there it was, the raw cunt with it’s slobbering folds.

“what’s got you so wet huh? me or that highschool fucker?” oh, he was so jealous.

“god—please. only you” you pleaded, wanting the feel of his tongue on your sweetness. but right now, his ego was debased. and you were to suffer for it.

“he touched you like this?” his slender fingers glided up and down your dampness, the middle and ring fingers caressing the puffed folds. the pace was too slow. your breath hitched when you felt the melding of the two together—swiping, spreading you everywhere. truly vile, more than anything before.

“spread you like this?” another question eliciting nothing but a futile whimper. you opened your eyes—only to be graced by his ones. coldness trapped within those eyes ones. “no? must’ve been a shitty boyfriend then, right baby?”

he lowered himself to your heat, face inches away from the smear of your sweet juice. your pussy lips palpating for his kiss. a yearner for his tongue. “he ate you out yeah?” not a question really. need not an answer. “fuck, i wonder how?”

“did he start with some licks like this”, his tongue darted out. curled from it’s core, the  tip made kitty-like licks at the center. a stride from the hole to the clit. following it was a soft kiss on it.

“mhm—wonder what this pussy tasted like to him” his licks fastened. your stomach coiled in pleasure. and so you tried to close your thighs, albeit, that was useless because he held it in place. “nuh-uh, don’t even dare”.

his eyes desaturated, a beastly hunger taking over. he had flattened his tongue, pressing it on the whole of your pussy and taking in long tastes of the sweetness.

“hm, fuck, he ate you out. sure”. sarcasm pertinent as he was lapping at your folds. each plush getting kissed and smothered by his tongue. a single drop of water ran from your cunt down to the meat of your ass, a stained trail. he was quite literally salivating on you. drooling on your pussy.

tongue swirled in your inner folds, a delirious pace having your back arching away from the bedsheets only to be halted by him, a firm push down on your pelvis. his hand slithered from your hips to your thighs, spreading you out even more, knees pressed on to the pruned sheets.

“please. please. please. come on—please” an incessant rambling had him lift up from your pussy. a string of spit connected and a smirk on his face. “aw you poor thing” he didn’t turn his eyes away. not at all, instead, continued his brute act. his tongue rubbing back and forth on your needy cunt.

with a few more strokes, he had gotten up. the snow in his eyes gleamed an avalanche. his chin wet with your squirt. he had no intention of wiping it away, no, because it was a showcase of your pleasure caused by him only.

“so, he ever finger you?”

“sooo sensitive,” sae purred condescendingly, pushing the vibrating toy harder against your puffy clit. his eyes hungrily tracked the jolting movements your overstimulated body made, his lips even parting slightly in utter fixation.

with you completely naked and drowning in a cold sweat, you weren’t capable of forming words. sae’s body was hovering over top of you. you didn’t have to see him to know — he was sickly enjoying this.

but sae’s lustful hunger came from the fact you haven’t had an orgasm in weeks. neither of you were sure what was going on, but you knew that you’ve struggled to keep a clear head lately.

“can you take it if i do. . .” sae’s thumb gently pushed on a button of the vibrator, the buzzing stimulation now increasing by an insurmountable amount. “. . . this?”

“aah! saeee!” you yelped, your fingers digging helplessly into the wrinkled, messy sheets.

when it reached the third week of you having not been able to orgasm, sae bought a vibrator for you. he told you a new sense of stimulation might help your body react.

“sae, sae! it’s s’much!” you squirm, your hips wriggling frantically under his firm grip. your body achingly searched for a sense of purchase.

“just take it,” he groaned, pressing the vibrator even more against your creamy-coated cunt. “look at how wet it’s making you.”

you sucked back on your saliva that dripped from your quivering lips. your vision blurred as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the relentless force on your throbbing clit making you feel light-headed.

“i. . .” you panted pitifully. “m’so clooseee. . . sae. . . i can feel it sae . . .”

“are you?” he queried mockingly, his voice hoarsely low.

“sae. . .” your cheek smooshed flushed against the sheets now dampened with your heated sweat. your voice was too weak to keep speaking, all your motor skills whipped askew.

sae, with him still holding the vibrator against your sopping clit, leaned down to whisper into your ear, “c’mon, make this pussy cum.”

his words were enough to elicit a core-numbing reaction. your entire body flexed, each muscle going numb as your cunt began crying out milky, dripping liquid. with your breathing ragged and your eyes wet, you completely collapsed onto the bed.

and he still kept the vibrator pressed onto your clit — your clit that began stinging from the never-ending stimulation.

“see? i knew you could still cum,” he said, the softest yet cruelest smirk twitching on his lips, wet from his tongue previously swiping them.

your throat felt dry, a ragged and wincing whimper escaping you as sae finally pulled the toy away, the violent vibrations finally ceasing. your pussy was coated in your juices, pooling at your puffy, heated lips.

sae lightly patted your hip, the vibrator tossed carelessly off to the side. “and you came soo much. i knew you could do it.” with each mocking touch of his palm, your body jolted, still not having fully come down from your high.

— ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

⋆˚࿔ “WE NEVER GO OUT OF STYLE…”

✧˖ M. Kaiser x reader

✧˖ mdni, 18+

You know exactly how it starts. Always the same.

The clock hits midnight and your phone lights up with his name. No greeting. No hey. Just a location pin or, more often, the low growl of an engine idling outside your building. You don’t change. You don’t even put on shoes half the time.

You lock the door behind you, slide into the passenger seat of whatever sleek black car he’s driving that week, and the second the door shuts he’s already pulling away from the curb like the city belongs to him.

Kaiser doesn’t look at you right away. One hand on the wheel, the other finds your thigh without asking—palm warm and possessive, fingers spreading just enough to remind you whose skin this is for the next few hours.

The drive is silent except for the low music and the occasional brush of his thumb against the soft skin of your inner thigh. By the time you reach whatever hotel or empty apartment he’s chosen, your pulse is already between your legs.

That’s how it works between you.

at least not fatally, but God, does he come close.

germany had just suffered a devastating double blow in the world cup after a defeat against both paraguay and ecuador respectively, which sent bastard munchen home with their heads held low—but not kaiser.

if anything, the loss just pumped him up with more energy, more anger, more passion than anything. unfortunately for you, this translates even in bed.

your body is pressed down against the soft mattress, a complete contast to the treatment you’re getting. kaiser is rough—coarse, even—and when he fucks, he makes your mere existence feel like grounds for a punishment.

“f–fuck, take it… take all of it, you worthless slut…”

his voice is rugged as he speaks, burying his cock deep inside you as you sob against his hold.

“c–can’t anymore…”

“shut the fuck up,” he rasps, catching his breath as he looks down on you, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he hated you, “this is all you’re good for.”

his eyes look at you with such intensity, and in such a dizzy state of mind, you’re unable to differentiate if it’s lust or love that’s projecting on his irises.

he slaps you once, making you gasp and whine as his palm meets your face before he cups your cheeks aggressively, “i’m gonna dump all my cum into you and you’ll take it because that’s what you’re meant to do. do you fucking understand me?”

you whimper as you press yourself further into the bedding, a futile attempt at running away. kaiser huffs as he lets you go and starts thrusting once again.

“i’m never letting this pussy go,” he exhales as he continues bullying his cock inside, taking up every inch of your insides as he throws his head back, his adam’s apple bobbing.

and you let him, God save your soul. because you know deep down, he doesn’t mean it—all the things he says, all the mean words he throws your way and the wounds he afflicts upon your skin. he just needs to feel some sense of control after such a tough loss, and if this is exactly how he wants you, this is how he’ll get you.

because to love kaiser is to love him in a way that makes you feel small sometimes.

michael kaiser has never known love his whole life, couldn’t define the word if he tried. his entire life, he’s been abused, exploited, and hurt—whether by other people or himself.

but on cold nights when he feels most alone, he lets himself fall if only for a moment. on nights when the voices in his head get too loud, and the sky seems a little darker through his eyes, he comes over to the only other place—or person—he’d dare to he vulnerable to.

there’s more to sex than mere lust for a high, more to his thrusts than physical contact, and definitely more to his kisses than a simple act of foreplay.

kaiser holds you like you’re his personal life anchor.

“s–schatz,” he whispers, and you don’t miss the shakiness in his voice. trembling, as if he were scared that even mere usage of the wrong tone could break you like porcelain.

and he means it, the title. because even though he doesn’t know what love is, he knows what he’s feeling for you is different. there’s a certain magnet that attracts him to you, like a flower to sunlight. you’re the one thing kaiser treasures more than anything, the closer anyone’s ever been to his heart.

“y–yes—!” you moan, his mean cock splitting you in two as he thrusts deeper, closer to your womb.

your back arches into his hold as he grips your ass with one hand, the other snaking its way to your thighs before he pushes it closer to the side of his waist. he kisses you like he’s a starving man and you’re a made of nutrients his body desperately needs—a desperate act of bringing you closer.

kaiser buries himself deep inside you, his tip practically kissing your womb as he cums. a warmth overtakes you as he presses himself closer, almost like a ritual to keep himself grounded.

but the moment he’s done chasing his breath, blue eyes look down on you at the mattress—spent, jaded, and frail.

kaiser was groomed into believing that vulnerability was a sign of weakness, and love had no place in a world like this. so he gets up wordlessly and puts his pants back on, not sparing you a second glance.

“t–that’s it..?” you mutter, and kaiser hears the ache in your voice as you try your best to form a coherent sentence. because unlike love, he’s spent years of his life familiarizing himself with pain.

he puts on his shirt as he sighs. he’s always had trouble keeping people close, seeing him bare without covers. “i’ll see you next week,” he says plainly and blunt.

because kaiser can only love people in moderation. like alcohol, he believes too much of a good thing can ruin you.

so he’ll pull away. at least until he needs you again.

and when he fucks you, he’s practically drilling those praises into your brain, much like how he’s engraving the shape of his cock to your pussy.

“God, you look so good, i couldn’t stop myself.”

he’s got you bent over the bathroom sink, your make up and skincare a mess on the countertop. he was supposed to be at training 15 minutes ago, but with the way he thrusts into you as he stares at your ass rippling at every contact, you’d think he had all the time in the world.

“s–sae… fuck, yes—!”

through the mirror, you see him throw his head back as his velvety hair flips in the air. he swallows before looking back at you, then bending over close to pepper kisses on your shoulder.

sae hates terms of endearments—he thinks your name is perfect already, so when he cums, he grunts your name, pronouncing every syllable loud and clear, his tone sweet snd gentle as it comes out of his lips and into your ears.

he stays inside you for a good minute, looking into your eyes through the mirror before giving you a final kiss on the nape of your neck.

“i look… the same as i always do,” you say, panting as you catch your breath before standing up properly as he holds you from behind, his hand cupping your lower belly, right where your womb lies.

“exactly.”

“𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭”

a/n: i always write about the way they yearn for you so i thought it would be cute if i wrote something that was the other way around! 

synopsis: the yearning things you do for them that get them bad. 

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, ness alexis, chigiri hyoma, barou shoei, yukimiya kenyu, iglesias bunny, hugo vivian

isagi yoichi

see THIS is how you FUCKING cut hair kaiser