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Isagi Yoichi isn't good at lying; his ears turn red when he does. In his short 16 years all he thought about 24/7 was football, football, and more football; he had never stopped to think about other alphas or betas in his omega condition like any hormonal teenager.
At first, he thought choosing Germany for Blue Lock's new stage would be a good idea; after all, Noel Noa would be his coach, the person he admired the most in the world; however, there was also another master striker who was the complete opposite of the Frenchman and Isagi was not very happy with that pretentious and arrogant alpha, he never thought it would be possible to hate someone so much just by knowing them.
Bastard München was the only one of the five stratums that had two master strikers.
"I only came here to meet you, Isagi Yoichi," he said, taking him roughly by the chin and dangerously close to his face. With his mesmerizing blue eyes outlined in red, semi-long blond hair with blue streaks, always tied back, he was the definition of handsome in every sense of the word. Isagi still couldn't believe he was older than Noel. That man literally looked too young to be 35.
However, unlike Noa, Kaiser was a complete tyrant and dictator, forcing them to do brutal and rigorous training routines, several of his teammates had collapsed in the first few days, but somehow they had adapted quite quickly, the results were more than optimal, they had all improved their skills and Bastard München came out as the winner in every match they participated in.
"Maybe if I grow a beard, I'll look my age," he said with a laugh once when asked.
The alpha was quite tall, probably around 6'5"; there was a 21-centimeter difference between the two. Yoichi used to think he had a good height for an omega, but he was mistaken. Michael Kaiser was quite big, probably in every corner of his body.
"Do you want to find out where else I'm big?" he whispered in his ear with a deep voice when they were alone in the locker room. Isagi was completely overwhelmed by those words. He had never been aware of other men or women until he met Michael Kaiser. "I know you can't take your eyes off my body, Yoichi." The alpha cornered him against the lockers and licked his ear, making him moan. His legs trembled and he felt the man's breath on his face. He would be lying if he said he hadn't gotten wet just from that.
Before he could say anything, that bastard Kaiser had moved away from him while mocking, and Isagi wasn't going to let him get away with it.
From that moment on, they would tease each other when no one was watching. Kaiser would give strong smacks on Isagi's buttocks as he passed by, making him jump. On the other hand, Isagi would bend over and wiggle his rear end when his coach was behind him during training sessions, and he would spread his legs wide apart whenever Michael helped him with stretching exercises.
Perhaps to show him how flexible he could be.
It went on like this until Kaiser dragged him into one of the bathroom stalls and locked the door, devouring his mouth. At first, it was gentle kisses and light brushes, but then it turned into demanding and ravenous kisses. Isagi knew what they were doing was wrong. He had just turned 16 and was engaging in some twisted kind of relationship with a 35-year-old man.
Isagi didn't know when it had all started, but before he knew it, he was having secret encounters with the German alpha he claimed to hate so much.
Before he knew it, he had started masturbating on his own while imagining that Michael was the one fucking him. He got aroused just picturing the old man's big, hard cock thrusting in and out of his pussy, filling him with his seed.
"Yoichi, I'm not going to penetrate you," Michael said as he sucked, licked, and nibbled on Isagi's hard nipples, roughly kneading his small breasts and leaving them bruised and swollen from the abuse.
"Why not?" Isagi asked curiously. "Is old age catching up with you, old man?" He believed that Kaiser desired him just as much as he desired Kaiser. He believed that Kaiser was willing to mark him, bite him, and turn him into his omega. "Are you impotent?" But Yoichi loved provoking him.
Kaiser wiped the smile off his face and gripped Isagi's waist tightly, forcing their hips together. Surely, the fingers of his huge hands would leave bruises on Isagi's skin. Michael took off his sports shirt, giving Yoichi a pleasant view of his well-defined chest and abdomen. Both of them still had their shorts on, but Michael's hard cock began rubbing against Yoichi's cunt through their clothes. Yoichi bit his lower lip and covered his mouth with both hands, trying to hold back his moans. Damn, the alpha's dick felt so hard against his crotch, and he started getting wet. The older man seemed to notice and began simulating small thrusts.
But something was missing. Yoichi needed more contact to reach orgasm—to bring them both to the edge. The farthest he had gone with Kaiser was when the latter used his mouth on his clit and pussy lips, fucking him with his tongue and fingers until he climaxed. Isagi had tried giving him oral once in one of the locker rooms, but all he could manage with his small mouth was to take the tip in while clumsily sucking and using his hand to stimulate him until he came on his face.
The swaying of Kaiser's hips stopped and he took hold of the edge of his shorts and underwear, skillfully sliding them down Isagi's legs, leaving him completely naked and exposed to his eyes. The omega spread his legs and positioned them on either side of the alpha's hips. "You're so beautiful, Yoichi," Michael took hold of his partner's ankles and placed them on top of his shoulders, positioning himself in the middle while passionately kissing Isagi's right leg. With his left hand, he lowered his own shorts and underwear just enough for his hard, large, veiny cock to almost spring out, rubbing against the omega's wet cunt.
Isagi carefully observed each action of the alpha. Kaiser didn't shave, so the first thing he saw was a line of abundant blond pubic hair from the German's navel to the start of his shaft, which he found incredibly sexy and hot.
"Mihya, Mihya..." he called out tearfully, with teary eyes from pleasure and sweat drops adorning his skin.
"Tell me, Yoichi..." Kaiser took his dick in his hand and lightly rubbed the tip with pre-cum against Isagi's lips and clitoris, making him moan.
"I want you to go deep inside me; I want you to breed me so badly; I want you to fill me with your essence..." The omega's chest rose and fell, his face completely red, lost in pleasure.
The alpha smiled satisfied. "When you turn 18, I'm going to fuck you so hard for days that you won't be able to walk for a long time."
"Japanese people can have sex at 16..." Isagi replied.
"But Germans at 18, meine kleine Hure.” Kaiser changed their positions, with Isagi now on top of the older man, legs extended and his wetness on top of the alpha's manhood.
"I think you can rub your tight little pussy against my big cock for now." Michael held Isagi's hips and started moving the younger one back and forth. The contact felt so damn good that Yoichi began to move his hips abruptly, following the rhythm while placing both hands on the alpha's chest. His vaginal lips perfectly cradled the extension of the adult's member, and occasionally, he felt the tip entering his tight hole and wanted to feel much more of it.
Slowly, the movements became erratic and clumsy, until Isagi came and a few more thrusts later, Kaiser did too, staining their bellies and the omega's vagina with hot semen. Yoichi collapsed exhausted and fell asleep on top of the alpha.
The next morning, Isagi woke up and quickly got dressed with his limbs numb. Michael was still sleeping soundly, covered by a sheet.
As the omega was about to leave, the alpha's hoarse voice interrupted him, "Leaving without saying goodbye, Yoichi?"
"Do you want a good morning kiss too?" The younger one sarcastically replied.
"That wouldn't be so bad, you should be a little more honest, brat." Kaiser sat at the edge of the bed while yawning.
"Honest about what?"
Michael thought for a moment, "For example, telling me how much you loved what we did last night."
"I actually hated it." Isagi looked away and headed towards the door.
"You're lying." He heard from afar, with a serious tone. "I know because your ears are red."
Yoichi's face heated up and his heart started pounding quickly, "I don't have time for your stupid jokes, old man." And he left his coach's room, running through the halls hoping nobody would see him. Michael hated being called old, so when they're alone, he would probably punish him for his audacity.
And that's what he was expecting.
Because there was no being on earth that set his soul alight like him.