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Michael Kaiser x afab!Reader
warning: smut w/o plot, use of the word puppy.
a/n: saw the official Kaiser art and went insane. pls understand my situation
Today is a rainy day, the atmosphere is glum and perfect to spend the day watching trash shows inside your boyfriend's house. Those are your plans.
Not your boyfriend's, tho.
"I told you months ago I had a meeting with the coach and teammates tonight, I should be the one pissed off because you forgot."
You hear coming from Michael's bedroom, door closed while you keep hugging his enormous blue pillow.
"I see you sulking from here." You can only hug tighter the pillow, face fully on it as you try to hide your, in fact, sulking face.
"Hey, how do I look? Option a: beautiful. Option b: beautiful but more felt."
You lift your head up, just the bare minimum to look at your boyfriend who is probably now standing at the end of the sofa. Your mouth dries up before feeling saliva rush all of a sudden into your mouth. All of a sudden, heath rushes down your spine, spread to the fingertips.
"Too stunned to speak, I guess." Michael smirks, the hot kind that gives you a tingle, muscle memory telling you that a good time should come.
You finally stand on your feet, standing in front of him "Mh, uh-" You feel up his shoulder under the red jacket he is wearing. "Yeah, I mean-" You keep stuttering, your hands now caressing down his torso, creating temporary creases on the black shirt. He keeps looking at you, blue irises locked into your face, shining with mirth, noticing every little twitch of your face.
Your knees hit the ground, softly at least not to look as desperate as you really are, as you palm his thighs, big and muscular under your palms. "Silk, mh?"
"Glad you noticed." He chokes out, his tattooed hand now caressing the back of your head.
"Mh-" You half moan, cheek rubbing into his lap before looking up, eyes wanton "Please?"
"I have to go, dear." He chokes again on his breath, while you keep rubbing your face on his half-mast.
A silent beg, as desperate as a hungry kitty. You know you are gonna win this. You look up again, he is biting his lower lip, his hand now caressing your cheek before groaning, eyes rolling, but his hands pull both his pants and boxers down. "Thank God."
"Fast puppy." He orders, voice guttural and you have no backbone to snap back.
You don't lose more time, caressing his length, still rubbing your face on his cock, getting harder minute by minute. "Pups-"
"You look so good." You moan, lips now on his tip kissing it before taking taking his shaft into your mouth.
"Ghn-"
You moan while you suck him, vibration making him shiver too, while his hand keeps caressing the back of your head, never pushing his length to your throat.
"You are so good-" You keep moaning, when taking a break from sucking his cock, your hand jerking it, eyes closed but with tears rolling down from the corner. It's truly a lewd picture, not to count the string of saliva connecting your reddened lips to his manhood.
"Look at me-" Michal groans, his hips twitching but never fully thrust into you, to avoid making you gag; your state was sorry enough already.
You don't obey, lips kissing his now red tip, precum staining your lips.
That's then that you feel his hand gripping the back of your head, pulling your hair, forcing you to look up.
"Say please." He takes your hand in his, jerking himself at his own speed, blue irises fixed in yours.
"Please, please Micha-" You gasp, mouth open enough to let the tongue loll out.
A low groan interrupts your plea, his seed stains your lips and cheek, his heavy breath the only sound you can hear.
“Thank you.” You teasingly say winking at him, gathering his cum with your index before plunging it into your mouth, tasting him, eyes locked on his face, where his red cheeks and ragged breath arouse you even more.
“What are you smiling at-“ Michael furrows his blond eyebrows, hand grabbing you by your armpit to lift you up and manhandle you to the sofa, almost throwing you on it. You lay on the short side of the sofa, your butt up in the air kept up just by your boyfriend's hip pushing against it, his soft member soon regaining the previous hardness just by looking at your weak form under him “I haven’t finished.”
One of his rude hands keeps your leg locked tight on his hips, while the tattoed one slides down your “stay at home” pants, his jerk smirk appears again after seeing the sorry state your panties are in. “You are truly a pervert.”
“It’s not my fault, you look so damn good-“ You’d want to snap back, but instead you have to bite your lower lip to keep a mellifluous moan to come out, born from the crude assault of his thick finger to your clit, rubbing and pinching it under your soaked panties.
“Ah- you look so good.” He whispers out and you can’t stop noticing how good he keeps looking, with the shirt all wrinkled and the tie moving left and right. Blonde and blue strands are now stuck on his sweaty forehead, the tip of his tongue out licking his plush lips, looking like a feral wolf ready to eat its prey.
A gasp escapes your throat from the image holy.
You feel him pushing your panties aside before his finger starts exploring your wet core.
“Ah-ah” The high-pitched moan that leaves his throat is so sweet it seems like it’s his body being so deliciously explored by his lover's hands and not the opposite. “Made for me, puppy. So nice for me.” He starts to blabber, mind clearly elsewhere while you’d like to be absorbed into the sofa from the shame of feeling such intense pleasure from just one finger.
“Tell me how much you want it.” It’s an order, and like an obedient puppy, you do as you are told.
“Micha, please, I feel like dying, please I need it, I need you, please-“ This time it’s a gasp that interrupts your shameless plea, his tip hitting your clit before pushing into your core, catching all your breath.
Your head bends backward, position uncomfortable due to the cramped space, but saying you dislike the feeling would be a lie. Micheal keeps thrusting into you, his upper body getting lower and lower making you feel the pressure of his weight over you, at the same time you don’t know what to hold to anchor yourself to reality, due to the blissful dullness in your mind, therefore you grasp the first thing you find; his jacket, pulling him even closer to you.
“You really wan’ me close, mh?” You can see that also his eyes are starting to tear up from pleasure, words slurred. You nod, biting your lower lip and feeling your own warm tears running down your cheeks.
Then you feel his lips on yours, his tongue already prodding at your entrance, asking for a dance with yours. It’s a frenzy, no studying of each other moves, but just passion encouraging your movements. The hand that was so tightly holding onto your backside, leaving imprints you are sure will be there tomorrow and for the days to come, go to the upper part of the sofa, knuckles getting white from the tight grip.
The thrusts change pace, breath gets caught in your throat. They are slow but strong, the sofa under you moving at each trust a little further. You grip his shoulder, his red jacket now as terribly wrinkled as the rest of his attire, as ruined as you are under his body.
His rhythm returns to the previous frenzy, but with the added strength, pounding into you with no pity.
"You can take it pup, right? You can, c'mon-" He whispers, nodding like he is the one that has to answer his own questions.
Not that you can't, nodding furiously and moaning incoherent sounds, saliva starting to dribble out the corner of your mouth.
A few more thrusts and you feel his length throb inside your core, pleasure so intense your toes curl.
You are both sweaty, both heavy breathing.
"I'm so damn late."
"You are a football player in a top club, I'm sure the coaches are used to many dumber excuses for being late."
You feel him smile, his face lying on your chest.
"If this is the result maybe we should do meetings more often."
"You could just dress up nicely every time you see me."
"Oh-" Michael now looks at you, blue eyes back to their normal spark "Be 100% sure I'll dress up again, just for you."
He brushes away some hair sticking to your forehead before kissing it. His lips stay on your skin a bit longer than usual. Michael looks at you with fondness and you've never felt better.
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Thinking about the way Siete's sprite looks when his HP are in the red
Doesn't he look great kneeling?
I mean, it is fairly bog standard and several characters have the thing where their eyes don't show when their HP are low while also kneeling in pain.
Including Danchou!
Even if they don't sink to their knees.
Then I noticed that Sieten't looks different on low HP.
You can see his face!
So clearly, this needs to mean something. Surely your Big Brother Seofon just couldn't stand the thought of you seeing him in such a state, so he's hiding his face as much as possible. Sieten't has no such reservations.
Anyway, here's the Relink one, since we're on topic.
I love how similar they are. :)
North Italy/Feliciano Vargas & South Italy/Lovino Vargas (17th March)
Hetalia
