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─── 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍-𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏

+ michael kaiser x f!reader | wc 2.8k | content: fluff, kaiser is persistent lol, making out, suggestive

notes: idk babes …. hopefully i didn’t butcher him <3 running back to sae after this 🫡 kaiser lovers, enjoy the one and only kaiser fic on my blog !! hehe

summary: kaiser has more reason to visit his regular cafe spot now. and he’s not gonna quit until he makes you his.

kaiser thinks you’re pretty.

call him stupid or superficial or whatever, but he can’t help it. he walks over to the far end of the counter where you’re working, staring intently at the latte art you’re doing.

it’s horrible. you’re probably new. figures, because he lives right above in the apartment complex and he’s never seen you here before. it’s a damn crime.

“i want a flat white cappuccino, hot, and could you make it with a heart on top?”

you furrow your brows and look up at him, his elbows propped on the stainless steel countertop, cheeky smirk filling his face. you continue wearing your straight expression as you go back to the task at hand.

“i’m not the waiter. you can ask mimiko, she’s the one at the register.”

kaiser doesn’t know her either. she must be new too.

you’re not that friendly. not that kaiser minds; he’ll break through your walls. that’s his personal challenge. he’ll do it.

“but i wanna talk to you.”

still unamused, you sigh and look at him, putting down your frother.

“get in line.”

“hey y/n!”

kaiser’s still optimistic after the failed fifth attempt. he managed to get your name from mimiko when you finally made him go away that first day he saw you. to which you groaned, but kaiser only grinned.

today’s no different. you frown when he walks in, immediately relegating to the back corner of the bar. too bad though, kaiser’s got charms, he’s made quick friends with everyone else here plus he has the famous soccer player privilege so your other colleagues love him.

that’s why he manages to get behind the counter in no time, saying he’ll help work the register. but really, he has no clue what to do and he’s just dilly-dallying around you.

“no, real talk, why do you hate me so much?” kaiser asks, not really bothered but more curious.

you don’t even take him seriously. you’ve looked at him probably about twice this entire day, and one time wasn’t even by choice; it was only because kaiser was blocking your path to the fridge and wouldn’t budge unless you said please. (you didn’t. you just glared at him until he moved.)

“i don’t like your hair.”

“hey, what’s wrong with my hair?”

you shrug. “just don’t like it.”

“okay but what about my tattoos, you like those right?”

kaiser moves to adjust his shirt to let you see but you walk off.

“not really.”

he sighs, you’re really hard to get close to, he’ll give you that. but he’s not one to give up.

before kaiser can say anything else, a bunch of girls from the counter call your name, and he sees you smile for the first time since he’s met you and he feels even more hooked on you.

the control you have over him is pretty insane, and it’s only because kaiser allows it.

you and your friends talk about normal stuff. they’re asking how work’s going and you say it’s fine—just that there’s an annoying guy that won’t quit talking to you.

“wow, fifth date and you’re already telling your friends about me?” kaiser interjects, putting an arm around your shoulder and greeting your friends. he’s positive you’re seething right now, but he continues on. “hey there, you can call me kaiser.”

as your friends blush and introduce themselves, all kaiser notices is how you don’t push him away like you always used to upon first contact. so hey, maybe he is making progress after all.

“so, barista y/n l/n, what’re your plans for today?”

it’s been two months since you started working in the cafe, and it’s been two months since kaiser’s relentless pursuit. he’s not backing down though.

“well, player michael kaiser, that’s none of your business,” you absentmindedly respond as you clean the glass in your hand with the cloth and put it back up on the shelf.

lucky for him, mimiko is on his side.

“our dear y/n has a blind date tonight,” she coos, getting a sigh out of you and winking at kaiser.

“first of all, i’m not a player,” kaiser makes sure to tell you, hurriedly making his way behind the counter as if he owns the place. “second of all, who’s the guy?”

you press your lips into a firm line and repeat yourself, “none of your business, kaiser.”

“but it is.”

“why the hell would it be?”

kaiser pouts. “because i like you.”

it takes you a while to respond, swallowing the lump in your throat. “i’ve been nothing but mean to you, you sure you’re not just a masochist?”

that’s a blatant lie, kaiser knows. he knows you’re not actually mean, you just have a sharp tongue.

kaiser notices how you notice him—placing three sugars in his coffee and doing it for him whenever you make it. adding to that; you personally make all of kaiser’s drinks instead of handing it to the other barista, and you make little hearts on top. (at first he thought you might’ve really wanted to poison him, but hey, he’s alive so probably not.) he knows you give someone else the horrible latte art and give him the nicer one you do. he knows how you’ve never actually been mean to him aside from saying you hated his hair and tattoos. (but then he also caught you staring at the rose that one time so maybe you don’t.)

“nope, pretty sure i like you,” kaiser affirms, because in the sunlight he thinks your invisible halo is shining and he’d be a lot more lovestruck now if half of him wasn’t upset that you’re going to go on a blind date when he can’t even score alone time with you.

“what’s his name?” he asks you again, when you don’t respond to him.

it’s about a half hour till closing, he’ll have the whole time to pitch himself to you, maybe. score a date or something. hell, maybe he’ll even convince you not to go on the—

“y/n, right?”

kaiser whips his head to the side to see your supposed date already here.

“i’m yukimiya kenyu,” he’s shaking your hand and you’re actually smiling. at a guy. do you smile at anyone as long as they’re not kaiser? “ready to go?”

“she has another half hour to go, idiot,” kaiser lets slip, catching a warning glare from you.

yukimiya grins sheepishly at the animosity, but you’re quick to defuse the tension. “actually i get off a half hour early today so i’m good to go,” you tell yukimiya, ignoring kaiser behind you. “just let me get my bag and we can go, okay?”

while you’re in the back clocking out, kaiser glares at your date, who’s leaning against the counter and scrolling through his socials. he’s clean, neat, looks like he could be a model. is that your type? kaiser can do that too, does he need to show you all the endorsement deals he’s done?

you leave without saying goodbye, laser focused on yukimiya and whatever the fuck he’s saying and kaiser has never felt more irritated.

“so, how’s your date with pretty boy?”

that’s mimiko asking, because kaiser is still a little pouty even a week later.

“it was fine, we’re into a lot of the same stuff apparently.”

kaiser’s still hovering around you though, because it’s off-season and he’s going to spend every moment he can chasing you. you’re not making it easy though. you’re still giving him the cold shoulder sometimes.

“when’s the next date?”

kaiser is too focused on the thin air he’s staring into to notice you briefly throwing him a quick glance.

“don’t know if there is one, honestly.”

that manages to get kaiser’s attention, his mood immediately perking up and eyes now fully focused on you.

“why not? thought you guys had a lot in common or whatever,” kaiser half-mocks, still a little salty. (which is a little funny to you, considering what kind of person he is in the soccer world.)

you roll your eyes and sigh, moving to keep all the cutleries that you’ve just shined. “don’t know,” you tell them, “maybe because when i was on the date i kept thinking of this annoying guy i know.”

kaiser freezes up. did you really just say that? he’s going to take a shot and just assume he’s the only annoying guy you know. no one should take that position from him.

from the side, mimiko slowly shuffles away, leaving the two of you alone by the coffee machine.

“so… does that mean you’re giving annoying guy a shot?” kaiser’s grinning from ear to ear now, and it’s probably infectious because you’re trying to suppress a grin too.

“maybe, but if he screws it up i’m done with him.”

you’re still trying to act fierce, but it’s too late because kaiser can see through it now. you’re really just a softie inside, aren’t you?

“then are you free this weekend?”

you look at him for the first time with no disinterest in your eyes, like you’re really looking at him now. “what for?”

kaiser smirks. “annoying guy is gonna take you out for the best first date of your life.”

kaiser doesn’t know if he succeeded. but hey, it’s been three hours since the date started and you haven’t run away yet so he must be doing okay.

he takes you to the amusement park first, because one time when you were idly chattering away with mimiko he heard you saying you haven’t been to one in ages. so here you are, on the third rollercoaster ride and you’re having so much fun kaiser’s proud of himself.

turns out you’re surprisingly nice to be around when you’re not being such a grouch. kaiser’s only liking you even more now. likes you even when you’re so excited to eat the corn dog that you get mustard on your face—that only means he gets to wipe it off. likes you also when you bat your pretty eyelashes at him so he’d win you that bunny toy you like in the claw machine.

“so, how am i doing?” kaiser asks when he escorts you to his car—next stop is dinner.

you hum, taking a bite of the big unicorn candy floss in your hand. “a solid six.”

kaiser clicks his tongue in faux annoyance, “it’ll be an eleven by the end of tonight.”

you laugh again and kaiser thinks all this work is worth it. he opens the car door for you, makes sure the aircon isn’t too cold that you freeze, lets you play your music in his car.

you’re kind of the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, but then again he might be biased. but who cares? you’re also kind of one of the most annoying, but you think the same of him. and you’re not scared of jumping into anything, he can tell because when he pulls up in a parking lot outside of the restaurant, he tells you he wants to kiss you kinda.

your answer?

kaiser never really expected you to agree. but you do; because you climb over to the driver’s seat and settle on his lap, your lips inches away and a smirk forming on your face when you see he’s taken off guard.

“want me to kiss you, kaiser?” you’re teasing him, and he thinks you’ve never looked hotter. he can feel your breath against his lips and fuck your lips are so so close and he wants to taste you so so bad.

but then he remembers who he is and straightens up, cursing himself for letting himself be so flustered into submission. “only if the lady wants it.”

you scoff, rolling your eyes and moving to open his side of the door, “well, if you don’t wanna—”

kaiser closes the door as soon as it opens and turns you to face him, “fuck, just kiss me already.”

the two of you hold onto each other, his hands around your waist and entangled in your hair, his lips gentle and rough on yours both at the same time. you taste sweet, must be all that candy floss you ate. he wants to taste more of you. the little sounds you make when you’re almost out of breath? music to his fucking ears. he’s so whipped for you and he hates you for it. but he also loves you for being like this, for being you.

you’re the first to pull away, smirking and biting your lower lip as you keep your index finger on his lips, separating him from you. “how was that, kaiser?” he doesn’t think you can sound more seductive if you tried.

“y/n l/n, you drive me insane.”

kaiser can’t even focus on dinner after that.

fourth date in and kaiser’s fucking pathetic.

really, he can’t even remember ever being this pathetic because you’ve got him wrapped around your cute little pinky finger.

“what’re you staring at, perv?” you ask, catching him staring as you’re idly flipping through the channels.

it’s a lazy sunday in, you and kaiser are at his apartment, on his bed, watching movies. kaiser sighs because ness walked in on the both of you earlier and even though he’s more than happy to show you off, he’s not looking forward to the interrogation that will unfold.

“staring at your stupid pretty face,” kaiser says, and you avert your gaze, pouting, which kaiser has found out two days ago is just to subvert from your embarrassment.

“hey, when’re you leaving for the champions league again?”

“next week, why?”

you deadpan at him, “what, not gonna invite me to something?”

kaiser stares at you for a minute, dumbfounded, before laughing. that must be the first time ever that you’re asking him for something. up until now, it’s always been him.

“you know what, forget i asked,” you grumble, pouting even more and kaiser has to peck a kiss on your lips from how adorable he thinks you’re being.

“fuck, you’re cute,” he thinks out loud, and you look away.

it’s not like the both of you are together, he thinks, as his finger moves up and down your arms, watching as the goosebumps appear and disappear. but kaiser whatever this situation is, kaiser wants it. he wants this and more and he’s so far gone in you and he doesn’t mind.

“you better be in the front row, okay?” kaiser tells you that night, resuming that conversation. you move to straddle him instead and relish in how he’s dragging his eyes all over your body.

“yes, sir.”

fuck, you really do drive him fucking insane.

kaiser finds it sexy, how you’re in the front row at one of his matches, how you’re wearing a jersey with his name and number on it, how he knows you’re cheering for him and him only.

he invites you to all of his games, puts you up in his hotel, sneaks you around so you won’t be under the public eye. it’s thrilling, and you’re still the same you, beautiful, gorgeous, kind.

you’re still not together, but now he’s sure where he’s headed with you. after six months of whatever this is, he thinks you’d kill him if you weren’t sure. and kaiser thinks you’re just waiting for him, so he’s going to make it memorable.

so, so memorable.

his team makes it to the finals, and with noel noa leading everyone, it’s no surprise they win. the bleachers go wild, everyone is chanting the club cheer, fanning their merch wildly.

kaiser is being pounced on by ness and his other teammates, so is noel. but kaiser pushes through it, weaves out of it, and he’s headed straight to you.

in front of everyone in the stadium, in front of international television, kaiser is running across the field and making his way to you.

kaiser is fast and persistent and so pathetic because he’s so into you and all he knows is he wants you around. for a long time, and forever, if he dare say. so he throws his legs over the railing and kisses you without hesitation, the entire crowd going wild.

he’s kissing you, slow and smiling against your lips and you’re holding onto his arms and fuck you’re so perfect.

“well,” you say when kaiser finally pulls away, his hand still on the back of your neck, “that’s one way to make things public.”

kaiser chuckles, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “now the whole world knows you’re mine,” he says, aware that everyone on his team is probably passing money around because he’s sure they bet on when he’d finally make you his girlfriend.

“you’re crazy, michael kaiser.”

yeah, but you love him, don’t you?

he loves you too, by the way.

kaiser pulls away and winks at you right before he gets ready to get back to his team.

“guess i’ll have to top this when i ask you to marry me, huh?”

⌗︙・yelena with gun kink⸜⸜・

tw// gun

i am for fact sure that yelena has gun kink. i just can imagine her holding her baby's jaw open and fucking their face with a pistol. their little sweetheart drooling everywhere and choking on the metal, but she just continues until she's satisfied. and don't think she's done yet. she's spreading her baby's legs to stuff the cold gun inside her partner. yelena just loves making mess out of her darling <3

gives off horimiya vibes omg

“please, isagi?”

isagi winces at your plea. it's the third time you've asked this evening, not to mention the fifth time today alone, and he hoped you'd forget about that ridiculous request by the end of the day. you certainly haven't though, and now you're keeping up with his hastened stride down the street as if you won't let the matter go.

"no," he says, again.

"pretty please?"

isagi glances at you before realizing that was a mistake. "...no."

you take matters into your own hands by blocking his path and isagi has no choice but to stop and observe the slightly desperate glint in your eyes. you have your hands clasped together over your chest and it makes isagi wonder if this really should be something worth begging him for.

"just once, isagi? i swear, just this once and i'll never ask this of you again."

"i find that hard to believe," he says sheepishly, a hand coming up to scratch the back of his head.

you purse your lips like he's seen right through you. "okay, maybe i lied."

isagi sighs, his shoulders drooping in resignation. "...why though?"

why are you asking me to do something so embarrassing?

"i find it attractive that my boyfriend can be like that," you shrug, your words way more honest than what he was prepared for. isagi's stomach churns at the nonchalance in your tone too and he has to look away to keep the blush on his face from growing.

then, after a long, contemplative and reluctant silence, isagi relents. "uhh... fine—"

just as he's about to give in, someone calls his name from across the street. he turns to find bachira waving, looking both ways before crossing the road with a slight a jog. he greets isagi with a bright grin.

"isagi!"

"oh, hey bachira."

"are you heading home? did you hear that tomorrow's training session got cancelled?"

"eh, really?" isagi pulls out his phone to find a few unopened text messages. "ah, kunigami did text me. coach is sick?"

"yeah, though i don't think it's anything more than a common cold, but you know how coach is."

isagi nods, recalling the coach's most repeated motto: "you can't stand on the field if you're not at 100 percent."

"since we don't have practice tomorrow, some of the guys wanna go out bowling. you wanna come with?"

"tomorrow? sure, i don't think i have anything."

feeling like he forgot something, isagi suddenly senses a cold, looming presence coming from just behind him. and as if to say he felt it too, bachira leans to the side before subtly jutting his chin in your direction.

"anyway," bachira says, a slow smirk creeping up on his face, "sorry for interrupting you both!"

crap, isagi thinks. he completely ignored you the entire time he spoke with bachira and he knows it's something you won't let go of so easily.

"um, right... bachira, this is my—"

you interject him with your own introduction before he can finish and that's how isagi knows you're really annoyed. then, to top it all off, you turn to him with that innocently sweet but undeniably fake smile on your face to say, "i can walk the rest of the way home on my own, isagi. seems like you want to hang out with bachira..."

isagi knows he brought this upon himself, that he's worked himself to a corner and that there's only one way out. he takes in a sharp breath, fists his hands, and steels his nerves for what he's about to do next.

suddenly, isagi grabs your wrist with the type of aggression he never displays in front of you, pulling you roughly towards him until you almost stumble. his voice is so harsh it almost sounds as though he's growling.

"are you fucking dense? you really think i'd let you out of my sight and have you walk home alone in that skimpy outfit?"

cringe. you're not even wearing anything remotely scandalous so he doesn't even know why he added that stupid comment.

bachira, whose mouth is hanging open as he witnesses isagi's 180-degree shift in attitude, doesn't say a word.

"sorry, bachira," he says, turning to his shocked friend with a nonchalant wave of his hand, "i gotta go and take this idiot home. i'll see ya tomorrow."

"um, no problem, man..."

isagi yanks you forward, his pace picking up so quickly he hopes he can outrun the sheer embarrassment swallowing him whole.

as soon as you both turn the corner, where you're out of bachira's sight and earshot, isagi falls to his knees. he loosens his tightened grip on your wrist, watches how it leaves reddened marks on your skin when he slips his hands down to gently intertwine his fingers in yours.

when he looks up, you have the most satisfied, blissful expression on your face. he likes making you happy but he's really questioning the means that you prefer. you crouch down to meet him at eye level, a soft chuckle leaving your lips when you cup his cheek.

"thank you," you say, smiling in a way that melts isagi's heart all too quickly. "and i'm sorry."

"you're so weird," he mumbles, further leaning into your touch.

"i can't help it," you laugh. "you're so cool when you get mean and harsh during games."

"yeah, that's 'cause i get caught up in the heat of the moment and the competition. i'd never treat you like that."

"i know, isagi... but once in a while is fine, right?" you joke.

"nooo," he groans.

MICHAEL KAISER SIR????

I'm trying to find a good drawing style but it's quite difficult!

kaiser dreamt of you last night.

he sits straight up when he wakes. there's a funny taste in his mouth, like there's some sort of leftover residual from calling out your name so often. he can't recall what the dream was about or why you were in it, but he saw your face nonetheless.

and if he glances over to his side, where you've already permanently claimed that half of his bed, he'd see that same face sound asleep.

kaiser watches as your spine slowly rises and falls with every steady inhale you take. peace hangs over your sleeping form so naturally that kaiser has to blink twice to make sure he's still not dreaming. you're lying on your stomach, facing him, your head resting on your folded hands. the covers have slipped down your body so that your shoulder is exposed, moonlight glazing over your skin to give you a gentle twilight glow.

he glances at the wall clock on the opposite side of the room. it's close to 3 a.m. and he's supposed to be up in a few hours for an early start that day. regardless, he leans his torso forward, his arms reaching out to pull the covers over your body.

"you're so pretty," he mutters to himself, refraining from touching you more when his finger brushes delicately against your bare skin. "it's not fair."

at that moment, a deep exhale leaves your lips and kaiser tenses up, suddenly flustered at the prospect that you might be listening. he doesn't move a muscle, instead holding his breath with pursed lips when your stir briefly in the silence. just when he thinks he's safe, your eyes slowly flutter open and kaiser doesn't even realize the slow smile that plays on his lips.

you wake up to find kaiser's wide eyes on you but it's far too early in the morning to register your lover's wonderstruck gaze. it's become a habit for you to reach your hand to him, tugging on the hem of his shorts in a gesture that tells him to come closer.

kaiser complies all too easily, eventually entangling his legs in yours as you cling onto him, fingers gently gliding down his bare back as you bury your face in his chest.

"what's wrong?" you mumble. though he doesn't flinch, the way your lips move against his collarbone as your head slightly tilts upwards tickles.

"nothing," he says.

you sigh and kaiser revels in the tingling sensation left by the warmth of your breath. "y'said i'm pretty?"

kaiser hums thoughtfully to himself, amused that you did, in fact, hear him. he doesn't want to give in though. he likes withholding these kinds of things from you because the way you pout and seek his attention is too adorable to pass up on. it's an equal tug most of the time though. you too didn't quite like admitting that he can be cool and sweet sometimes. all of your peers like to make fun of you for being so reluctant to be straightforward to each other, but it was just the way you and kaiser were.

"no, i didn't," he says then, in an effort to keep up airs.

he can feel you smile against him. “sure.”

“i was talking about myself.”

"sure, okay," you say, pausing briefly before adding, "you are pretty."

kaiser lets out a small chuckle, pulling back briefly so he can kiss your closed eyelids. "is that so?"

you mumble something in affirmation and kaiser is certain you wouldn't have said that if you weren't half-asleep. he waits for a while and in no time, your breathing eventually settles back into that slow, serene rhythm as you completely give in to your drowsiness.

he pulls you even closer, your body heat and his becoming a collective source of warmth, as though letting go would mean losing grip of half of his lifeline. he hopes with all his might that time would come to a stop right then and there because kaiser knows how hard it's going to be to wake up and disentangle himself from you in a few hours.

he finds it amusing that he still dreams of you despite having you right in his grasp. you consumed his thoughts during the day and somehow also weaved your way into his unconscious—oh, kaiser loves you so deeply. he hasn't told you yet, but it's something you feel on an unspoken plane, something you can't help but feel. and the reason that he's so certain about it is because you reciprocate in the same manner. your love for him exists beyond what words can hold and yet kaiser hears you, loud and clear.

imagine a reader who wears a purity ring.

delinquent! Yelena taking the cute little church girl's virginity. she thinks you look adorable, your face red with embarrassment and wet with tears; and your lips swollen and puffy from biting them. what's worse os that she decided that it'd be a great idea to do it with you in the confessional. no one was currently in there, and everyone else was busy with other activities and chores.

your body feels so weak against her as she pumps her long fingers in and out of you, grinding the heel of her palm against your clit. you feel humiliated, leaving you no choice but to grip the cross on your necklace and pray. all she did was laugh and snatch your hands away from your neck, pinning them above your neck. she continued to overstimulate and rip orgasm after orgasm out of you, until you were crying and begging for her to slow down, or even stop. she obliged, but she didnt help you clean up or put your clothes back on. she left you there to wallow in your own guilt and sin.

the next day, you found her in the alleyways near the church. you approached her with caution, your guard up. she took a drag of her cigarette and blew out the smoke, putting it out afterward. she grinned and spoke down at you "ooh, little church girl back for more? who knew you were such a sinner." you pouted at her.

"give me your hand." she raised her eyebrow and questioned you. "why?" she was hesitant, but she knew you weren't capable of even landing a good punch to anyone. "just do it!" you demanded, and she gave you her hand.

you slid your purity ring off your finger and placed it in her hand. she gave you a confused look. "..what's this for?" she had to be kidding. you face flushed as you explained it to her.

"um.. it's a uh.. purity ring. it symbolizes, well, symbolized my.." your voice trailed off, she looked like she knew where this was going. she pushed herself off of the wall behind her and towered over you, stepping closer and closer until you were backed up into a corner.

"go on, continue, what does it symbolize?" you gulped as she bent down, her face inches away from yours. ".. my virginity." she smirked as she pocketed the ring. you so desperately wanted to run back home and hide beneath the blankets of your comfortable bed.

"that's real cute. you're telling me, the big bad Yelena took your virginity? that's adorable. i wonder what else i can rob you of. your innocence? your purity?" she got closer to you, your bodies were practically pressed against eachother at this point. "sweetheart, i can show you a world you couldnt even imagine in that pretty little head of yours. i can make you feel things youve never felt before." her lips brushed over your ear, you were frozen. and oddly enough, you wanted her to continue.

"so what do you say? hm?" she waited for your answer, when you stayed silent and gave your ass a quick slap. "hey, i asked you a question."

you nodded and agreed, she pulled back and smiled down at you. "great, it's a date then. i'll pick you up by the front of the church. i know you usually stay late there." she walked off, as she did you felt her hand grazed your pocket. you looked down and there was a paper inside. folding it open, it was her number. and as goofy as it seemed, you felt your heart skip a beat. maybe she wasn't so bad after all.