michael olise x f! reader
:: you belived you fit into his world, but soon you regretted it.
warning :: some smut, also it's pretty long..!
The noise hit the moment you stepped out of the car.
It wasnât just loud, it was ongoing. Cameras snapping in uneven bursts, voices overlapping, security radios crackling somewhere in the distance. Every direction felt strict.
Your fingers tightened slightly around the strap of your bag before you even realised you were doing it.
Youâd seen clips like this before. Always polished. Always perfect. Always making it look like it wasn't rushed. This wasnât like that.
Michael stepped out first, fixing his suit like the chaos didnât affect him at all. Then he turned, immediately holding his hand out for you. You took it without hesitation.
"Yeah." You nodded quickly.
For a second, it was exactly what youâd been hoping for. Walking beside him. His hand warm around yours. Cameras flashing, but it didn't bother you because you were beside him.
You looked up slightly admiring the building. "This is actually crazy."
"Itâs always like this." He said nonchalantly.
"You say that like it helps."
A quiet breath of a laugh left him.
And for a moment, you thought maybe it would be fine. Maybe youâd finally understand what his world looked like, then everything change. The shouting got closer, more direct and urgent.
And his hand loosened slightly in yours.
"Itâs okay," you said quickly before he finished. You gave a small smile. "Go."
His eyes flicked to yours. "You sure?"
"Yeah," you nodded. "Iâll follow."
He gave you a quick nod beforesomeone called his name again, and he stepped forward into the crowd.
And just like that, your hand wasnât in his anymore.
You followed a few steps behind him, close enough to see him but not close enough to reach him. Security shifted people around constantly, guiding him forward, moving you slightly to the side without really noticing.
"Just this way." One of them said briefly.
You nodded. "Yeah, of course."
Inside the venue, the noise got quieter but it didn't fully diasapper. Conversations everywhere. People standing in groups that already knew each other. Cameras still flashing, just less now.
Michael got pulled almost immediately. A teammate stopped him first. Then another person stepped up to talk, and after that more and more people crowded around him.
He was already nodding, shaking hands and moving slightly from one conversation to the next without ever standing still long enough for you to re-enter the moment.
Suddenly you weren't with him anymore you were just near him, somewhere people wouldn't even bother to look.
At one point, his eyes flicked across the room. They landed on you. He nodded once then turned back to the conversation in front of him.
Eventually, you stopped trying to follow entirely and just stood to the side, pretending to scroll on your phone so you didnât look like you were waiting.
By the time things started wrapping up, your feet hurt more than you expected. Not from walking but from standing still, leaning against a wall, or being moved out of the way without it ever being intentional.
Michael appeared beside you near the end like nothing had happened.
His hand found yours again briefly. Then he was already guiding you out.
The walk back outside was quieter but still full of noise, cameras, and movement.
He stayed half a step ahead without thinking. Just far enough for people to think nothing of it.
Michael opened the door for you, you got in as he followed after.
Once the door shut, everything outside disappeared and the noise slowly faded into the background.
He started the engine and adjusted the wheel slightly before glancing at you.
You were already looking out the window.
"You havenât said a word since we left." He said.
You blinked once. "Yeah." You said quietly.
The car moved steadily through the quiet streets. Streetlights passed as the car moved, switching lanes occasionally.
Michaelâs hand rested on the wheel. The other rested lightly on your thigh keeping a relaxed grip.
Michael exhaled through his nose, glancing at you briefly before returning his eyes to the road. "Are you mad or something?"
That time, your head turned slightly. "I don't know."
The car kept moving. His hand didnât move from your thigh but it wasnât as relaxed anymore.
"I donât think I did anything wrong" He said quietly.
You let out a small breath through your nose.
He glanced at you quickly. "Whatâs that supposed to mean?"
You finally turned properly toward him now. "It means you didnât notice anything wrong."
His jaw tightened slightly. "I was busy."
His hand shifted slightly on your thigh again, adjusting like he was suddenly aware of it.
"I didnât leave you," He said.
"I didnât say you left me."
"Then what are you saying?"
Your voice softened but it hurt more like that. "Iâm saying you were there, but I wasnât with you."
That made him go quiet for a second. The car passed under another streetlight.
"I was right next to you." He said.
"No," you replied. "You werenât."
Then your voice broke slightly sharper. "You were always ahead of me, Michael. Every time I caught up, something pulled you away again."
He shook his head a little. "Itâs not like I can control people pulling me into conversations."
"I know that," you said quickly. "I know that."
Your hands curled slightly in your lap.
"But you never looked back to check I was still there."
Even the sound of the engine felt quieter as Michaelâs hand lifted slightly off your thigh.
"I didnât realise it felt like that." He said finally.
"I was smiling every time you looked at me," you admitted. "Because I didnât want you to think something was wrong. I didnât want to pull you out of anything."
"You shouldâve told me." He said.
"I shouldnât have had to." You replied instantly.
That made him inhale slowly, and suddenly silence spilled throughout the car. The car slowed after a red light.
"I thought you were okay," he said quietly. "Every time I looked at you, you were smiling."
"I was smiling because I didnât want to make you stop," you said. "Not because I was fine."
"I didnât mean to make you feel like that." He said.
"I shouldâve done better."
"I donât want that happening again." He added.
Your voice softened. "I donât either."
"Let me make it up to you." He said after a moment.
You glanced at him. "What?"
"I will," he added quietly. "Properly."
"Iâll make sure next time youâre not just there youâre with me."
Your shoulders loosened slightly.
"Weâll see." You said softly.
A small breath of a laugh left him. "Yeah?"
The car slowed as it turned into the parking lot.
Streetlights reflected off the glass buildings as the moon created light throughout the dark sky.
Michael pulled into a space and turned the engine off. For a second, neither of you moved. The silence sat between you again.
He glanced at you. "We're here."
He exhaled through his nose, then got out of the car first. The door shut behind him. A few seconds passed. Then your door opened.
Michael stood there, one hand on the door frame, the other reaching out slightly.
"Come on." He said softly.
You looked at him for a moment, then took his hand. He helped you out carefully, like he always did without thinking.
"I didnât like how I left it earlier." He said.
You looked at him. "I know."
He nodded slowly, like he was trying to choose his words properly now. "I wasnât trying to leave you behind," he said. "But I get why it felt like that."
His hand tightened slightly around yours. "I kept thinking about it in the car," he admitted. "Like I kept seeing it differently when I realised you werenât really with me the whole time."
You swallowed. "I didnât want to be in the way." You said quietly.
"You werenât in the way." He said immediately.
You looked away slightly. "I know. But it felt like I was."
"I shouldâve noticed sooner," he said quietly. "I shouldâve checked for you more."
You nodded slightly. "Okay."
Michael didnât let go of your hand, instead, he gently tugged it once.
"Come on." He said quietly.
You looked at him. "Where?"
"Inside," he replied. "Itâs cold out here."
He walked beside you toward the building, still holding your hand the entire time. The lobby lights were soft when you stepped inside. Warm compared to outside.
The sound of the door closing behind you felt like the night finally catching up with itself. Michael let go of your hand only long enough to reach for his keys, before opening the door for you to step inside first.
"I donât want you thinking I donât see you." He said quietly.
"I donât think that." You said.
"I just think you donât always notice when Iâm not right there."
"I will next time." He said.
You gave a small, tired breath that almost sounded like a laugh. "You always say that."
He smiled faintly. "This time I mean it."
Michael lifted his hand slowly, brushing a strand of hair lightly away from your face. You didnât move away. So he leaned in. The kiss was soft, like he was savoring it.
When he pulled back, his hand stayed at your cheek for a second.
"Are we okay?" He murmured.
You nodded. "Yeah, I think so."
"Good." he whispered before kissing you again.
Slowly he stopped before taking your hand leading you upstairs. As you entered the room he slowly shut it before looking at you.
"Let me make it up to you, yeah?"
You just look at him, words stuck in your throat.
He moved towards you before his lips crashed onto yours, more passionate and messier than before. All the pent up frustration slowly fading.
He backed you up until your legs hit the edge of the matress, the kids never breaking but only getting needier. He guided you onto the sheets as his body immediately covered yours, one knee pressing between your thighs forcing them apart.
"Michael.." you gasped as his lips dragged down your neck.
"Let me help you forget this night." He said voice low, rough against your ear.
Your back arched as you felt his touch, his hand slid up your thigh pushing your dress up. He dragged your underwear down your legs completely tossing them somewhere.
His fingers thrusted inside you without any warning, groaning as he felt you. You were a whimpering mess as he continued to go faster.
Your fingers clawed at the sheets as he continued to stretch you, using his thumb to rub your clit.
He finally looked back up at you, as he could sense your shaking. "You gonna come for me? Go ahead I want my fingers soaked."
Your back arched violently off the mattress, a broken cry tearing from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you.
Your walls clenched around his fingers, your entire body shaking violently as you soaked his hand exactly like he asked. Michael worked you through it, his fingers pumping steadily through your high.
He kissed your cheek lightly "We're not done yet." He said, as he started unbuttoning his suit.
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