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☆----Hey, Mr. Nonchalant | M. Olise

PART THREE of Jersey

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♡ Pairing: Michael Olise x black!popstar!reader ♡ Summary: You've written a song about Michael, and you make him star in the music video in which you also wear his jersey. Witnessing the obvious chemistry and tension between the two of you, the internet is quick to understand that the two of you are together. ♡ Content/warnings: fluff, sfw, bit of a smau, Michael being a little tease, Michael being down bad for reader, fools in love ♡ Word Count: 3.7k

PART ONE. PART TWO.

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There was something thrilling about being in a secret relationship. The late-night calls, the confidential trips to visit him, the subliminal messages spoken in interviews that only you and Michael could understand. The secrecy was amusing. It almost had a taste of transgression, of doing something forbidden. Living a sweet and cozy love, unknown by the world. Safe from the paparazzi's harassment and the internet's entitlement.

The chess games, the FaceTimes, the presents in your mailbox, the talks on the balcony, the cuddles in bed, the baths together, the secret vacations; all these moments belonged to the two of you. It was comfortable.

At first.

It was also bittersweet. That lingering fear of getting caught. That everlasting wonder if this or that person had recognized either of you. The never-ending lies in front of the cameras. What began as a way to protect one so sacred a bond soon turned into hiding that resembled shame a little too closely. It was exhausting. To pretend. To bite your tongue. To swallow back your words.

Sometimes, you just want to talk about the beauty of Munich. To share your experience at the stadium on a match day. To gush over your boyfriend. To say you were in love.

But you knew what the media coverage would be like. A footballer dating a model or anyone was one thing. A footballer dating a popstar was another. The scrutiny was increased, and you did not want it to impede him. Or yourself. You did not want paparazzi to chase him, inquiring about you. And you certainly did not wish to be blamed if he ever had the misfortune of losing a match.

Still, the frustration was there, bubbling up. Love was to be lived. Cherished, not hidden.

So you wrote a song. At first, it was just to get your feelings out. To pour out the love you had for Michael. Then your producer sent you a beat, you figured out a melody line, and next thing you knew, you had a new single.

And all that was needed now was the music video. The artistic direction was already set, and the director was found. The set designs were nearly done being built, the choreography mastered, and the looks agreed upon.

There was only one box left unchecked: the actor.

You were sitting on the floor of Michael's living room. When you were not tending to your popstar duties abroad, you lived with him in Munich. You'd be the first one he'd see when waking up, kissing you goodbye before leaving for practice. And you'd be the last one he'd see when going to bed, kissing you good night before falling asleep. A little, sweet, cozy routine.

Hunched over the coffee table, your braids pooling on the lacquered wood, you browsed through a file of pictures your team had sent you. Potential actors or models to star in the video. Though, truthfully, you were not quite excited about any of them. They were handsome; looks were not the problem. But you could not project yourself with any of them.

"Should I get worried that you're reviewing a file full of men's pictures?"

You let out a chuckle as the couch right behind you sank as Michael sat down. His locs were let loose, grazing slightly against his shoulder blades. He had discarded his shirt, leaving his upper body fully nude for your eyes to enjoy. The black ink of his tattoos contrasted gently against the warm brown of his skin as the lighting emphasized the sculpt of his abs and biceps. His sweatpants were low enough to give a glimpse of the black lettering on his boxers' white waistband: Calvin Klein.

The corner of his lips curled up. "Eyes are up there, babe."

"Sorry." You looked away, face flushed. It had been months since you both had been together, yet you were always rendered in awe whenever his shirt was off.

Michael leaned on his knees and gently grabbed your chin to make you look at him. Your breath hitched, your eyes blinking a little too fast, as his lips hovered ever so slightly above yours. Taunting you. His breath tickled your mouth so teasingly.

Months have passed, and yet Michael always made you feel as though it was the first day.

"Don't play coy just to distract me," he said, his low voice sending chills down your spine. "Answer the question, babe."

As enthralled by his simple presence as you were, it was still amusing how his jealousy shone through despite his trying to act all nonchalant about it.

"I'm looking for my next lover."

You purposely phrased it ambiguously and were quite satisfied when the frown on his brow deepened. You giggled and pecked his lips.

"My next music video, baby," you added, putting an end to his woes. "I'm looking for the guy who will play my love interest in my next music video. These are the profiles my team sent me."

"Mhm." He looked back at the pictures scattered on the coffee table. "What's the song again?"

"Mr. Nonchalant."

He cocked his head to the side, that same smirk back on his lips. "So you're looking for another man to play your love interest for a song about me instead of asking me?"

You stared at him, taken aback.

"You'd be down to star in my video?" You asked, eyes wide.

He nodded. "You just have to ask me."

Truth be told, Michael had been the very first one you thought of when you first imagined the music video. After all, the song literally was about him. But you were well aware of his shy nature when cameras were rolling, and the fact that he was a very private person when it came to his relationships. Especially with you. He knew how much people picked on your life and examined your every move under a microscope, so he wanted to protect what you both had.

"Well, of course, I want to, but..."

"But what?"

You rested your chin on his knee, your hand finding his calf as you gently caressed it. "Are you really okay with going public? I don't want you to regret it or to weigh on you..."

Michael's hand cupped your face, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. His movements were so tender and his palm so warm that you snuggled closer into it.

"Why would I regret it?" He asked. "I'm not ashamed of you."

You relaxed against him. It had been silly to think he would ever worry about such a thing. When it came to football, he only cared about the game and despised media duty. And when it came to you, he only cared about you. He only loved you. He only breathed you. He'd ignore the media and discussions like he'd do after a match. Because what they think does not matter; only you do.

"I don't mind going public," he added. "And I usually don't care who you act with, but that song's mine. So it's gotta be me."

You laughed as you leaned back against the table.

"What? It's true." He nodded at your laptop lying in a corner. "You wrote that about me, yeah? So I star in the video."

All you could do was smile so bright that your eyes squinted. Then, you moved closer and cupped his face, pressing your lips against his. Michael's arms quickly wrapped around your waist, pulling you to sit on his lap. He pressed you against him as your arms enclosed his neck.

"And you wear my jersey too," he added against your lips.

You giggled again. "You really want everyone to know, huh?"

He smiled. "No room for confusion."

And there had been truly no room for confusion.

Truth be told, though he very happily volunteered to star in your music video, Michael was quite nervous when he got on set, all dressed up. He liked what he was wearing: a durag, a sleeveless jacket with nothing underneath showing off his toned body and tattoos, silver chains sitting on his collarbone, and baggy jeans. Very stylish. Very fashionable. Very hot.

But he was no actor, and he did not want to ruin your work that was always so perfect. Although when he saw you walking into the set, all his worries vanished, your long braids swaying behind you with every step you took.

His eyes first noticed the shirt you were wearing. His jersey. A smirk played on his lips at the sight. The bottom was tucked into your bra to make it look cropped. Then his eyes slowly moved down onto your body, lingering on your belly ring. And before he could stop himself, his tongue dragged on his lower lip, seeing the strings of your thong past your low-rise jeans, sitting nicely on your hips. The color especially caught his attention.

I like your eyes 'cause they match my thong

He remained still, observing you from afar as you conversed with the director. He kept his thoughts in check, but Michael planned on keeping you awake for most of the night.

The storyline was simple: you were trying to seduce the only man who appeared to give you no attention. And though the man appeared not to care, he was, in reality, very enthralled by you.

And Michael had no difficulty playing his part.

It was as if the cameras had disappeared, as if they did not exist. All his attention was fully on you. His attention was always on you whenever you entered a room. It was only a natural reaction for him to have his eyes immediately find you and remain on you as if his focus, his whole mind, belonged to you.

Hug on me, why you hugging up on the wall? Looking like you ain't done nothing wrong before

When you walked past him in the club, Michael maintained eye contact, then blatantly let his gaze linger on your butt as you looked at him over your shoulder with a smile. When he sat at a table while you danced on a stage, he stared shamelessly as you swayed and rolled your hips tantalizingly. When he was asked to tease you, he had too much fun pulling you by the waist, his eyes fixed on your lips, before walking away right after.

Though you both played it off as acting, Michael knew he had an actual effect on you, which placed a permanent smirk on his lips. When he hooked his finger to one of your belt hoops and pulled you closer, he knew that your breath hitch was no theatrics. When he trapped you against the wall, he knew that your clutch on his arms was performance. When he'd openly check you out, he knew that the blush on your cheeks was no pretense. It was so easy to fluster you, and it was so easy for you to make him utterly and completely lose his mind without much trying.

Hey, Mr. Nonchalant I'm Mrs. Get-Anything-I-Want

And this game of cat and mouse was even more amusing than you first imagined. You acting all frustrated when he'd ignore you, or rather purposely playing hard to get; you comically tossing your hair back or lowering your already low-rise jeans just to taunt him. It was the right amount of sensuality mingled with comedy.

The chemistry was so obvious it was almost painful for the crew to watch the two of you, sometimes feeling as though they were intruding on something. The way you looked at each other, the way you touched each other, the way you smiled at each other. If you were not already dating, rumors would have definitely spread the second the music video hit YouTube.

Brace yourself, we got time to beat Pace yourself when you're downing me

Michael hovered over you as you lay on a bed, the tip of your fingers brushing his glistening abs. He held your chin when you were both sitting in a booth, his other arm resting on the backrest behind you. His hand settled on your clothed thigh, barely hiding the fact that he was palming it as you pretended not to notice. His fingers traced up your spine as he hugged you, from your low-rise jeans to under your jersey, his name and number displayed for the camera.

The chemistry and tension were almost too unbearable.

But given the song and the lyrics, it was exactly what was needed. When you had first finished the song, you were ready to let it gather dust in the vault and never release it. It was embarrassing that you wrote about your desire for your boyfriend so shamelessly. It was not the first time you had written about real people in your life, but it was a first that you went in that direction.

And surprisingly, it was Michael who pushed you to put it in your upcoming album. Actually, it was not surprising at all. He was wearing the biggest grin when he first listened to it while you were basically hiding your face behind your hands.

"You really want me that bad, huh?" he had teased you, glancing at you dying on the couch.

"Shut up."

He laughed, looking back at the lyrics in your notebook.

"I mean, you said it yourself, right?" he had continued and read, "Pourin' heavy... All this teasing is turning me on and on... I like all kind of prints... It's you that I wanna follow home--"

"Alright, alright, I get it!" You had thrown a pillow at him, only making him double over with laughter. "My god, I'm never releasing this."

It was quite ironic as your very hand wrote these lyrics, though was now adamant to never have anyone see this or hear this song.

And it would have been the case had Michael never objected to it.

He had pulled you by the arm, then held you by the waist.

"The song's amazing, it'd be a shame to keep it in the vault," he said.

"It's embarrassing."

"It's sexy," he had corrected. "Release it, babe. You did amazing."

Michael was barely hiding his intentions. He never meddled with your career, especially your album tracklisting. But aside from it being a good song, it was a song about him. It was more than flattering that you wrote a song about your desire for him. It only spoke of the love you had for him, so burning, so strong you could not keep it in and had to turn it into art. Michael was moved. Deeply. And the thought of you claiming him in front of the whole entire world made his stomach flutter in excitement and love.

And the whole world sure got the message. As expected, the music video went viral, with all social media platforms sharing it and talking about it. Your releasing new music was already an event in itself, but having Michael star in it did add more visibility and curiosity, as well as excitement. The surprise factor brought engagement.

Y/N gifs @/YNgifs • 23h

OLISE STARING IN (Y/N)'S NEW MUSIC VIDEO WTF???

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Petal out now @/Petersmiserablelife • 23h They look so good omg Aggamenon @/tpascontenttriplé • 23h "I SHIP THEM" I screamed as they dragged me back to the asylum

Best of Y/N @/bestofYN • 23h

The way I gasped

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Ballon d'Or @/hesaidmuymuy • 23h She knew to slut him out in the video Y/N's Grammy Awards @/BJisnothislover • 23h Miss (Y/N), thank you for giving the people what they were craving 🤝🏾 Did we have fun here??? @/whataschmuck • 22h Ok but can we talk about how good she looks in the video???

Olise's beanie @/itfeltgood • 22h

A song called Mr. Nonchalant and Michael Olise starring, oooh (Y/N) your miiiind

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For example, nothing @/annieRUokay • 22h "Fine shit, gotta look twice." I think that song is straight up about him PYTs don't do drama @/dancingqueen • 22h Who would have thought that her wearing his jersey in her Paris show last year would have brought us to this iconic moment

Y/N reactions @/YNreactions • 20h

"No special occasion, but you could wear me like a necktie" (Y/N) girl, what do you mean by that? 🤨🤨

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Do you want me to apologize @/URavegetable • 20h I think it's pretty obvious 🤭 I'm too competitive @/likeacandlewax • 19h She wants to make wine with him

Olise's socks @/goatlise • 21h

Waiiiit... the tension between them is too strong to be fake

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Maynard @/loveu3000 • 21h If they're dating, it might be the best hard launch in history Susie got your number @/tranquilodequoitoi • 20h Chemistry so strong I was blushing watching the video 🫣🫣

Y/Ndefender @/YNpeopleprincess • 19h

Soooo are they or are they not together because Olise was literally eating her with his eyes throughout the entire video

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Apple Pie A La Mode @/11minutostarde • 19h I mean, have you seen her? I'd be looking at her like that too if I were starring in her video. I have no idea @/includingjermaine • 19h I've genuinely never seen him smile this much, and given that man can't act, it was 100% his genuine reaction to her Number 11 @/cpascarre • 18h I think the close-up on the jersey when he was touching her spine is a dead giveaway. They're 100% dating. She never acted like this with any of her male leads before. Chemistry was off the roof with Michael

Olise truther @/ladyinyourlife • 18h

You can't convince me they are not dating, look at the way he looks at her

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Olise's locs @/goldenpantslover • 18h He was ready to show Shibuya a real incident Brand New Day out now @/petermjforever • 18h If I were her, I would have asked "What are we?" after that 'cause that's the look of love right there Y/N's gowns @/itsawonderfulday • 17h He has to get in line though, we were here before him

The music video crashed the internet. Nearly half a million tweets mentioned your name; another half a million mentioned Michael's; some fans celebrated as they had been wishing for the relationship for a while; others were more cautious, not wanting to put a label on what may just be a friendship.

For days, it was the topic both the football sphere and the music world were talking about. After all, such a crossover was always the most glamorous yet improbable link-up. It was not the first time a pop star dated a footballer--Victoria and David Beckham may be the blueprint. The reference. It always garnered fascination, especially as you and Michael were still young and very active in your respective fields.

It had only increased when the behind-the-scenes video was uploaded, in which you were shown sitting on his lap or fixing his clothes multiple times. Michael could barely keep his hands to himself during breaks: an arm around your waist or a hand playing with your hair. And let's not even mention that TikTok you posted to promote the song.

Actually, let's talk about it. You were dancing and lip-syncing in the forefront, then disappeared for a split second to drag Michael into the video. He had the most radiant of smiles, stretching from one ear to the other so much that his eyes were squinting. The same eyes that never left you, even just for a millisecond, as you kept dancing and singing. In fact, his smile was getting bigger, if that was even possible. And the look of pure adoration in his eyes was so potent and clear.

It was just so painfully obvious. And not so nonchalant from Mr. Nonchalant.

So, of course, both your comment sections from all social media were flooded with the same question: Are you guys really together?

And quite honestly, it was entertaining to watch unfold. With your head on his shoulder and your arms hugging his arm, you watched as Michael scrolled through Twitter on his burner account. He had a never-fading grin on his face, liking all the posts praising you, sometimes saving a screenshot of you that someone had posted. His shoulders shook as he let out a chuckle, reading a tweet of someone who had browsed every photograph ever posted online to find past hints. They noticed an instance where you had worn one of his shirts or another where you had used one of his pairs of sunglasses.

"I told you they'd love it," Michael told you, showing you an nth tweet praising you.

You kissed his bare shoulder. "But I feel like you're the one who loves it most."

His grin grew wider, and he leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead. "You do look stunning in my jersey."

You rolled your eyes and rested your head back on his shoulder, your cheeks suddenly a deeper shade. As much as he loved that you claimed him to the world, he also particularly liked that the world knew you were his. There was just something so... sexy in having you wear his name on your back.

Michael loved privacy. It was something he cared about a lot. He owed nothing to the world, and neither did you. But he was also proud to love you. He was proud to be your man. He was proud you were his girl. He was well aware of the luck he had.

So of course, he had to share your post in his Instagram story. A post so telling. And it was the confirmation the internet did not really need, for it was so obvious like a fork found in the kitchen: you and Michael Olise were dating. And you both were very much in love.

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yourusername_ (my) Mr. Nonchalant

And indeed, no room for confusion. At all.

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[dixheuresdix]

I also have a fluff idea

I'm on my period rn and it's SO bad and i thought how cute it would be if the reader has lots of period pain, her etomach hurts and she is straight uo ceying and emotional and desire is my her side, massaging her stomach, getting her pills, helping her, hugging her, kissing her making her feel better

PERIOD;

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désiré doué x f!reader.

dating.

note: thanks for ur req!!

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: désiré take care of you when you have your period

you had barely walked into the apartment before dropping your bag by the door and curling up on the couch without your usual smile.

“hey.”

you looked at him with watery eyes. “hi.”

“babe? what’s wrong?” he immediately sat beside you.

you tried to answer but your face scrunched up as another painful cramp spread across your stomach.

“it hurts.”

“your period?” his expression softened instantly.

you nodded and he gently moved a strand of hair away from your face.

“did you take anything yet?”

“i forgot.”

“stay here.”

he was already standing before you could protest and a minute later, he came back with your pain medication and a glass of water.

“here.”

you slowly sat up, wincing as another cramp hit but he waited patiently until you swallowed the pills before setting the glass down.

“good.”

you leaned back against the couch again. “thank you.”

he disappeared once more and when he returned, he was carrying your heating pad and a blanket.

you couldn’t help smiling a little when he plugged in the heating pad before carefully placing it over your stomach.

the warmth helped a little but not enough, another wave of pain made your eyes fill with tears.

“dez.”

“hey.” it only took one look before he realized you were trying not to cry.

“come here,” he gently opened his arms.

you practically melted into him and the moment your head rested against his chest, the tears finally came.

“it hurts so much.”

he kissed the top of your head as his hand slowly rubbed your back while the other rested over the heating pad.

he stayed like that for a while, simply holding you.

“is it okay if i massage your stomach?”

you nodded.

his touch was unbelievably gentle, slow circles with barely any pressure, just enough to help your muscles relax a little.

you closed your eyes.

“better?”

“a little.”

he kept going and every now and then, another cramp made your body tense but each time, he softly kissed you and his hands never stopped moving.

“you’re doing so well.”

“i’m literally lying here crying,” you sniffled.

“yeah and you’re still doing well.”

another tear rolled down your cheek but he wiped it away with his thumb.

“you’re not annoyed?”

he looked genuinely confused. “baby, you’re in pain,” a kiss landed on your forehead. “why would i be annoyed?”

“i don’t know.”

he smiled sadly. “come here.”

he pulled you even closer until you were practically lying across his chest and rested one hand in your hair while the other continued lazily massaging your stomach.

“i love you.”

he smiled immediately. “i love you more.”

you stayed quiet for a while, the pain was still there but it felt less overwhelming.

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[dixheuresdix]

Hello<3 Can you do a michael os where every month he buys his gf a plushie (like a jellycat), and she has a whole collection of them since they have been together for over 2 years

JELLYCAT;

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michael olise x f!reader.

dating.

note: thanks for ur req!! loved writing it 😋

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: every single month, michael buys a plushie.

two years ago, only a month after you and michael had started dating, the two of you had walked past a small gift shop in london.

you had stopped in front of the window and pointed at a fluffy jellycat bunny sitting on a shelf.

“look at him.”

michael looked. “he looks sad,” he said without much conviction.

“he's cute.”

later that afternoon, after you had completely forgotten about it, he had disappeared into a shop while you were at a lingerie store.

when he came back, he had handed you a paper bag and inside sat the little bunny.

“you bought him!” you were nearly crying.

“yeah.”

“why?”

he had shrugged like spending 50 dollars on a plushie was completely normal. “you liked him.”

you had hugged both the bunny and michael immediately and it was how that had become a tradition. every month without fail michael will buy you one plushie.

after two years, there were plushies on shelves, on your bed, some sitting on the dresser and other lined up along the window.

later that evening michael came over and the second he entered your bedroom, his eyes landed on the newest addition sitting on your pillow.

a fluffy little bear he had bought the previous week.

he smiled automatically. “he looks happy.”

“he does. everyone is happy there.”

“that’s good.”

he sat beside you on the bed, immediately surrounded by approximately seventeen plushies. so many that one fell over when he sat. he picked it up and placed it upright again.

you watched him, smiling because after more than two years, he still remembered every month and showed up carrying a gift bag behind his back.

“you know this is insane?” you asked.

“yeah, probably.”

“there are so many,” you laughed. “where am i supposed to put future ones?”

“there,” he pointed toward an empty corner. “or i'll buy another shelf.”

he was completely hopeless. instead of saying that he won't buy plushies anymore, he just found another corner.

that made your heart flutter, nobody had ever paid attention to the little things the way michael did.

most people would have forgotten about a random plushie you pointed at in a shop window but michael had turned it into a tradition that lasted over two years.

every. single. month. of course without missing one. two years of your relationship sitting on shelves.

when you looked back at him, he was already watching you.

you smiled then leaned over and kissed his cheek and he immediately did an embarrassed expression.

you laughed at his face. “don't worry, i was just thinking i love you.”

his expression softened completely, it always did when you said things like that.

“next month’s plushie is already waiting,” it was his way of saying i love you too.

“you already bought it?”

“maybe.”

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[erenix1e]

˙⋆✮ Includes: Michael Olise x Bellingham!Reader

˙⋆✮ Synopsis: Some of the best relationships are the ones that stay hidden, but how long can they stay hidden for.

˙⋆✮ Warnings: based off a request, smau/fic, secret relationship, the two getting aired out on social media, might be a bit oc and cringe, not proof read. Sorry in advance. This is pt 1!

˙⋆✮ Divider is not mine! If yk the creator please tag them!

fcbayern

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fcbayern Class act boys👏👏

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iloveyn897 why did yn like this

umaeme thats what im wondering too 👀

olise'sleftpinkietoe cuz she's weird and tryna get in his pants

miniwini tf? ntm on ynn

olise'sleftpinkietoe yes all that much yn

thecure first time we've seen Olise smile that hard

bellinghamyn

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bellinghamyn Hala Madrid!

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judebellingham ❤️❤️

forrowayknight you going to fc bayern next?

bellinghamlover lmaooo

user509 somebody tell michael he has to like posts about his own fc

madeinsina lol he's been liking all her post as of recently

miniwini yeah and i hope he doesnt stop cuz they would actually be so cute together

hydrata yn put in a good word for me to Jude plz

ruebell lmaoo

byamya lolll real😭😭

bellinghamyn

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bellinghamyn Eurosummer officially begins!!

tagged ashlyncastro, urbestfriend

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miniwini wait ashlyn and yn are friends??!!

ynfangirl yes that's how Jude met her

ashlyncastro same time next year?

bellinghamyn oh yk itt!

bluebee vlog coming soon??

polkadotthot yes we haven’t gotten one since last yearrr

mimimi had my notifs on and michael still got here b4 me

user123 right it's like he refreshes her page all the time to see when she posts

miriam can we blame him tho???

userolise don't get why he's entertaining this freakk

olise'sleftpinkietoe rightt

redmaxi yall are always under her comments go get a lifeee

redmaxi plus yall riding so hard for a man that doesn’t even know you chilll

celebrityinsider

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celebrityinsider Days after announcing the beginning of her Euro trip, well known sister of Jude and Jobe Bellingham, Yn Bellingham has been spotted dancing with a stranger or possible lover in down town Italy.

#celebritynews #ynbellingham

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ynfangirl oh?!!

singforme say it aint so

nixiethepixie yall dont panic yet maybe he's a tour guidee

miniwini hopefully

usernotfound are her and olise not together?!!

badtzmaru ig not anymoreee

pinkdragon yn please i bet all my money on you and Olise being a thing

ratsass lmaoo why the fuck would u do that😭

pinkdragon i had faith in them

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bellinghamyn nights are better with you.

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miniwini wait that has to be olise right??

bluebee there's no way it's nott

tvbaby girl we're getting mixed signals over here

goldmerger i swr i saw olise in that exact outfit the other day

bluevelvet say swearr

dasboardworker i hope you're not lying cuz i will find u

goldmerger the fuck???

bondnseal they not even tryna hide it anymoree

anua yeah n i hope they dont cuz i need to see more of them together

kittymelody is this her clearing things up ??😭😭

goldmerger

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goldmerger i told yall i wasn’t crazy, the pic on the left is from a reddit thread and the one on the right is from yn's recent insta post

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miniwini ok so it's confirmed

goldmerger well not until they say that it is but ig it is

lightchaser cmon its so obivouss

goldmerger i said the same thing under her post and ppl said i was lying

pinkdragon i feel like making more posts about it is gonna make her stop soft launching completely

fruitmui right plus all his crazy fangirls are already on her case

oliseolise can yall like stop being delusional? That man does not want her😭

olise’sleftpinkietoe lol righttt

i've been gone for a while but i'm back now. Stay tuned for pt 2! Forgive me if it’s a bit boring🫩

[melogoated]

hi i wanted to request a fluff fic with olise where they go to the club and get drunk and have fun and the next day pictures and videos come out that he’s definitely not nonchalant in and when michael is asked about it or teased he claims it’s ai 😭😭

ALLEGEDLY

a michael olise oneshot ✦ masterlist

synopsis michael is very much in love with his girlfriend. allegedly.

warnings drunk michael, touchy michael, established relationship, y’all are doing too much fr (lol), nasty hands

wordcount i still don’t know

a/n imma go to SLEEP bc 💀 im exhausted wtf. not my best but i hope you’ll like it anyway <3

michael had been staring at you for the past five minutes.

respectfully, of course.

well.

as respectfully as a man could actually stare at his girlfriend’s ass while she danced a few feet away from him.

in his defense, it was your birthday.

which didn’t explain anything, actually.

but you looked good.

really good.

too good even.

and more importantly, you knew you looked good.

michael could always tell when you were feeling yourself. there was something different about you. the way you carried yourself, the little smile that had been sitting on your lips all night, the way you danced without caring who was watching.

apparently, he was watching.

very closely.

“bro.”

michael barely looked away from you. “what ?”

“nothing.”

that stupid laugh beside him told him it definitely wasn’t nothing. michael ignored it.

across the room, you caught his eye again for what seemed to be the hundredth time since y’all arrived.

there it was.

that smile.

you crooked one finger at him, mumbling "come here" to him.

michael shook his head no.

you frowned dramatically.

then came the little pout.

fucking hell.

he put his drink down. your smile immediately returned.

“knew it,” you said when he finally reached you.

“knew what ?”

“you can’t tell me no. soft ass.”

“i tell you no all the time, stop that.”

“name one.”

michael opened his mouth. nothing came out.

you laughed right in his face.

“exactly.”

his hand found your waist before you could turn away, pulling you back against him.

“annoying,” he quietly muttered.

“but you love me.”

“allegedly.”

you gasped, twisting around in his arms. “dissing me on my birthday is crazy work.”

michael was already smiling. and unfortunately for him, someone had a camera pointed directly at the two of you.

not that either of you noticed. of course you wouldn’t.

you were already turning around again, back settling against michael’s chest as the next song started playing. “oh, i love this one.”

“you said that about the last four songs.”

“because they’re playing good music.”

michael hummed, unconvinced.

you didn’t care.

tonight, you felt good.

pretty.

more than pretty, actually.

your outfit sat exactly how you wanted it to, your hair still looked good despite the heat of the club and somewhere along the night you had reached that perfect level of tipsy where everything was ten times funnier and your body seemed to know every song before your brain did.

so when the beat dropped, your hips naturally followed.

michael’s hands found them almost immediately.

of course they did.

“michael.”

“hm ?”

you looked over your shoulder.

“your hands.”

he looked down at them like he had absolutely no idea how they got there.

“what about them ? they’re not doing anything.”

fucking liar.

you laughed, turning back around.

michael smiled against your temple.

for someone who had spent the first hour of the night pretending he was perfectly content standing around with a drink in his hand, he had become suspiciously attached to you.

every time you moved, he moved.

every time you leaned back, he was there.

and every time your hips rolled against him, his fingers tightened just a little around your waist.

and you knew exactly what you were doing.

so did he.

“behave,” he murmured close to your ear.

you immediately did the opposite.

your friends screamed before you even finished whining your hips back against him.

michael’s head dropped.

you could feel him laughing behind you.

“you’re annoying.”

“it’s my birthday.”

“you’ve said that about fifteen times.”

“because you keep forgetting.”

“i literally bought you a birthday present.”

“buy me another one.”

“see ? greedy.”

you turned in his arms with the biggest smile on your face.

“you love it.” you kissed him.

he did.

god, he did.

and that was probably the problem.

because michael had never been particularly good at hiding anything from you. apparently, after a couple drinks, he wasn’t particularly good at hiding it from anyone else either.

by the time someone brought another round to the table, you had somehow ended up half sitting between michael’s legs.

nobody remembered how.

least of all you.

you were telling him a story.

a very important story, judging by the way you kept grabbing his face whenever his attention moved elsewhere.

“no, listen.”

“i’m listening, baby”

“you’re not.”

“i am.”

“what did i just say ?”

michael stared at you.

you stared back.

“…something about your shoe.”

your mouth fell open. “see.”

“what ?”

“you weren’t listening.”

“baby, you’ve been talking about this for ten minutes.”

“because you keep interrupting.”

“i haven’t said anything.”

“exactly.”

michael blinked. there was absolutely no winning this conversation.

“okay,” he said eventually, pulling you closer by your waist. “tell me again.”

and just like that, you were happy.

“okay, so—”

you started the entire story over.

michael listened.

actually listened.

chin resting against your shoulder, one arm around your middle while you gestured dramatically with both hands.

every once in a while you’d turn your head to make sure he was still paying attention.

every time, he was already looking at you.

smiling.

that was the video that fucked him over.

unfortunately, that wasn’t the only video.

there was you dancing in front of him.

michael catching you around the waist when you nearly backed straight into someone.

you fixing his chain.

him holding your face between his hands while you laughed at something he said.

you stealing his drink.

him taking it back.

you stealing it again approximately seven seconds later.

and perhaps most damaging of all :

michael smiling in nearly every single one.

the internet was having a fucking field day.

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itsynn the birthday girly got her big birthday present. thanks y’all 4 the bday wishes <3

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marapirez happy bday pretty !!!

itsynn thank you for being here <3

jamalmusiala10 ik a successful birthday when I see one

itsynn PERIODT

itsynn where’s my bday gift Jamal ?

jamalmusiala10 aks michael im sure he knows

ester_exposito que lindaaa 🤩 happy bday 💞

itsynn says la mas linda 💓💓

user and how do you not want to act UP when you get this at home ?????? @m.olise ur a brave soldier

itsynn im BAD BAD but he handles my ass just right 🤰🏽

user oooooh and she nasty with it

friend ik ur not naked in that last picture @itsynn

itsynn AND DID ! idk if you can see it but I got laid after that pic was taken 🥳

m.olise ❤️‍🔥

itsynn use ur words I beg

m.olise ur perfect ❤️

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user is michael still claming those videos were ai ?

itsynn y’all need to touch grass srly

m.olise it’s obviously ai. allegedly.

© written by melosgoated | inspo is free, copying is lazy. keep it cute y’all.

[fawnamber]

sometimes i get distracted by my own cleavage

[angelldolly]

Just because you have rights today does not mean you will have rights tomorrow

[dixheuresdix]

Heyy can you do one with olise where she is drunk and a he is taking care of her

DRUNK;

⤷ ゛masterlist ˎˊ˗

michael olise x f!reader.

dating.

note: thanks for ur req!

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you're drunk and michael is taking care of you.

“i’m not drunk.”

“baby...”

“what?”

“you’re sitting on the floor.”

you looked around. “am i?”

“yes,” he crouched down in front of you. “come on.”

“where are we going?” you frowned.

“home.”

“i like home,” you smiled.

he gently took the glass from your hand before helping you stand and the second you were on your feet, you immediately leaned your full weight against him.

“someone forgot how to walk.”

“walking is difficult.”

“is it?”

you nodded very seriously. “the floor keeps moving.”

“i think that’s just you.”

“no.”

he wrapped an arm around your waist before guiding you toward the exit, you waved enthusiastically at people you barely knew.

“byeeeeee.”

outside, the cool night air immediately hit your face.

“it’s freezing,” you gasped.

“it’s twenty degrees.”

“yes, freezing.”

“here,” he smiled before taking off his hoodie anyway.

he slipped it over your head, the sleeves completely covered your hands. you buried your nose in it.

“you smell nice.”

“thank you,” he smiled.

“you always smell nice.”

“you’re cute.”

you looked offended. “huh? i’m intimidating.”

“sure.”

he opened the car door for you but instead of getting in, you hugged the door.

“what are you doing?”

“she’s nice.”

“the car door?”

you nodded. “she works hard.”

“she does.”

“tell her.”

“i’ll tell her later.”

“promise?”

“promise.”

“okay.”

you finally got into the car and the drive home lasted barely fifteen minutes. during those fifteen minutes, you managed to tell him three completely different stories. he listened to every single one even when they stopped making sense halfway through and when you finally reached the apartment, he helped you upstairs.

the moment you walked inside, you immediately kicked your shoes off, one landed near the sofa.

“impressive.”

“thank you.”

he laughed before disappearing into the kitchen and when he came back, he was holding a glass of water.

“drink.”

you made a face. “don’t wanna.”

“yes you do.”

“it tastes boring.”

“you’re going to thank me tomorrow.”

you sighed before taking the glass.

“it’s actually good.”

he smiled and you finished the whole thing before handing it back to him.

“good job.”

“can i have fries now?”

“it’s one in the morning.”

“so?”

“we’ll order fries tomorrow.”

you pouted. “you’re breaking my heart.”

“you’ll survive,” he kissed your forehead.

while he was putting the glass away, he heard your voice from the living room.

“michael?”

“yeah?”

“i don’t feel good.”

he was beside you instantly and your face had gone from sleepy to miserable in seconds.

“my stomach.”

he immediately understood and gently helped you up before walking you to the bathroom.

he stayed beside you the entire time, holding your hair back with one hand while rubbing slow circles across your back with the other. when you finally leaned back against the wall after vomiting, you looked completely embarrassed.

“i’m sorry, that’s gross.”

“there is nothing you could do tonight that would make me love you any less.”

your eyes became watery. “thank you.”

“always,” he smiled.

once you had brushed your teeth and changed into one of his oversized t-shirts, he tucked you into bed.

you were already half asleep before he had even pulled the blanket over you and sat beside you for a moment, brushing your hair away from your face.

“how are you feeling?”

“good,” you giggled then reached for his hand. “stay?”

“of course.”

he climbed into bed beside you and the second he did, you curled against his chest with a happy little sigh. he wrapped both arms around you, gently kissing the top of your head.

a minute passed then you looked up.

“michael?”

“yeah?”

“you’re really pretty.”

“thank you,” he smiled.

“really pretty.”

“you’re saying that because you’re drunk.”

“no,” you poked his cheek. “i’m saying it because i have eyes.”

you smiled sleepily before closing your eyes again.

“love you.”

“love you too,” he kissed your forehead one last time.

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[melogoated]

THE BOY WITH THE TATTOO

a michael olise oneshot ✦ masterlist

synopsis you don't know what you loved more : michael's arms or his tattoos

warnings established relationship, smuttyyyy, y'all nasty, black!fem, p in v, bit of crying, michael talks you through it

wordcount don't ask me i still don't know

a/n bc yes, it is that deep.

you loved michael like your own soul. there was no better way to explain it.

you loved doing life with him. the boring parts. the exciting ones. the mornings where neither of you had anything to say and the nights where you somehow couldn’t shut up.

you loved his face. his voice. his tasteless jokes. his hands. his locks when he’d actually let you touch it.

all of him.

but his arms ?

you had a problem. and a genuine one. girl that’s an addiction.

michael had known about it for a while. it would’ve been difficult not to.

you were always touching them.

one tucked under your head in bed. one pulled across your lap on the couch. your fingers wrapped around his forearm whenever you walked beside him.

and his tattoos only made it worse.

especially his sleeve.

you knew that arm embarrassingly well. every little piece of ink your fingers had traced a hundred times. sometimes you’d do it while he talked. sometimes while watching television. sometimes you’d press a kiss against one of the tattoos simply because his arm happened to be close enough.

he’d caught you staring more times than you cared to admit.

“you have a serious problem.”

“what ?”

michael looked down at his arm, then back at you.

“yeah, nothing.” he smiled. “keep going, baby.”

“right.”

you didn’t even bother defending yourself anymore.

they were nice arms and nice tattoos. sue you.

but as much as you loved looking at them, you loved being held by them even more.

they were where you went when you were tired. when you needed comfort. when you wanted to be impossibly close to him.

and apparently, that didn’t change in bed.

small tears were sticky on your cheeks. not that you cared anyway. but still.

it was too good. too intense. too much.

you didn’t even know anymore.

you didn’t know what was the most overwhelming : the stickiness of your face and your body, the hot sheets below you or the dick.

the only thing you were sure of was the feeling between your legs. and that was a good feel. great even.

michael had laid you on your back, your legs almost touching his shoulders and pressing against your breasts. you looked delicious.

you closed your eyes again.

“come on baby, open your eyes for me. let me see your pretty eyes.”

you didn’t even know how that was possible. how could he be drilling your ass like this and still be talking to your normally.

but of course you listened and opened your eyes, your gaze falling on his face. he was so handsome. he had taken your srunchie he was wearing before out, letting his locks fall over his face. and over yours.

he was so handsome.

“talk to me. you feeling good ?” he asked, looking at you right in your eyes, slowing down the roll of his hips just a bit to give you a chance to answer.

but nothing would come out of your mouth. only the tiniest little nod.

michael understood anyway.

he always did.

“yeah ? you’re feeling good ?” he murmured, leaning down until there was barely any space left between you.

you nodded again.

one of his arms came down beside your head, keeping his weight off you. the other slipped around your waist, holding you closer.

and there it was.

that stupid arm.

right next to your face.

even like this, barely able to form a proper thought, you noticed it.

the sleeve.

all that ink covering his warm skin you’d kissed and traced more times than you could count. your hand wrapped around his forearm without thinking.

plap plap plap

michael’s eyes dropped to his arm for half a second.

“need me closer baby ?”

another nod.

his eyes stayed on yours.

“tell me where you feel me first.”

forgot to tell you he was a fucking asshole.

“i can’t-” you almost cried out, your eyes already closing shut.

“aht aht.” of course he wouldn’t be having any of that. he loved it. seeing you lose yourself on his dick. just like he was losing himself in you pussy.

loved seeing your eyes roll, your breath getting heavier.

“you can do it. i know you can.” he started moving again, one of his hands going to your stomach, pressing softly against it. “right there ?”

“yess–”

“say it baby.”

“i feel youu– in my stomach, baby,” you finally said in a moan. your back making that deep arch he craved to see so bad. “so good.”

it was.

smiling, he finally lowered himself enough for you to hide your face against him.

better.

much better.

you didn’t know when exactly you started doing it.

one second your cheek was pressed against his arm, shaking a bit as he went in and out of you.

the next, your lips were too.

one kiss.

then another.

right over the ink.

michael didn’t say anything at first. probably because this wasn’t exactly new behavior from you.

then you did it again.

“you look so pretty like this.” he said, his hand going to your cheek. “fuck,”

you barely heard him.

your lips found his arm again.

another kiss. softer this time.

michael went quiet.

his eyes dropped between where the two of you where linked, looking at the small ring you made around his dick, before looking up to watch your mouth press against the ink covering his skin.

you weren’t even thinking about it.

that was the thing.

you just needed him close.

and somehow, whenever everything became a little too much, his arms were where you ended up.

your fingers tightened around his forearm before you kissed it again. “micha-”

michael’s thumb brushed slowly over your cheek. “i know, you can let go for me, baby.”

you looked up at him. he didn’t say anything else. just leaned closer, kissing your lips and letting you tuck yourself against him the way you wanted.

your cheek found his arm again.

right over the tattoos.

safe.

warm.

maybe that was why you could never decide what you loved more.

his arms or his tattoos.

then again, maybe it didn’t matter.

they were his.

© written by melosgoated | inspo is free, copying is lazy. keep it cute y’all.

[melogoated]

THE BOY WITH THE TATTOO

a michael olise oneshot ✦ masterlist

synopsis you don't know what you loved more : michael's arms or his tattoos

warnings established relationship, smuttyyyy, y'all nasty, black!fem, p in v, bit of crying, michael talks you through it

wordcount don't ask me i still don't know

a/n bc yes, it is that deep.

you loved michael like your own soul. there was no better way to explain it.

you loved doing life with him. the boring parts. the exciting ones. the mornings where neither of you had anything to say and the nights where you somehow couldn’t shut up.

you loved his face. his voice. his tasteless jokes. his hands. his locks when he’d actually let you touch it.

all of him.

but his arms ?

you had a problem. and a genuine one. girl that’s an addiction.

michael had known about it for a while. it would’ve been difficult not to.

you were always touching them.

one tucked under your head in bed. one pulled across your lap on the couch. your fingers wrapped around his forearm whenever you walked beside him.

and his tattoos only made it worse.

especially his sleeve.

you knew that arm embarrassingly well. every little piece of ink your fingers had traced a hundred times. sometimes you’d do it while he talked. sometimes while watching television. sometimes you’d press a kiss against one of the tattoos simply because his arm happened to be close enough.

he’d caught you staring more times than you cared to admit.

“you have a serious problem.”

“what ?”

michael looked down at his arm, then back at you.

“yeah, nothing.” he smiled. “keep going, baby.”

“right.”

you didn’t even bother defending yourself anymore.

they were nice arms and nice tattoos. sue you.

but as much as you loved looking at them, you loved being held by them even more.

they were where you went when you were tired. when you needed comfort. when you wanted to be impossibly close to him.

and apparently, that didn’t change in bed.

small tears were sticky on your cheeks. not that you cared anyway. but still.

it was too good. too intense. too much.

you didn’t even know anymore.

you didn’t know what was the most overwhelming : the stickiness of your face and your body, the hot sheets below you or the dick.

the only thing you were sure of was the feeling between your legs. and that was a good feel. great even.

michael had laid you on your back, your legs almost touching his shoulders and pressing against your breasts. you looked delicious.

you closed your eyes again.

“come on baby, open your eyes for me. let me see your pretty eyes.”

you didn’t even know how that was possible. how could he be drilling your ass like this and still be talking to your normally.

but of course you listened and opened your eyes, your gaze falling on his face. he was so handsome. he had taken your srunchie he was wearing before out, letting his locks fall over his face. and over yours.

he was so handsome.

“talk to me. you feeling good ?” he asked, looking at you right in your eyes, slowing down the roll of his hips just a bit to give you a chance to answer.

but nothing would come out of your mouth. only the tiniest little nod.

michael understood anyway.

he always did.

“yeah ? you’re feeling good ?” he murmured, leaning down until there was barely any space left between you.

you nodded again.

one of his arms came down beside your head, keeping his weight off you. the other slipped around your waist, holding you closer.

and there it was.

that stupid arm.

right next to your face.

even like this, barely able to form a proper thought, you noticed it.

the sleeve.

all that ink covering his warm skin you’d kissed and traced more times than you could count. your hand wrapped around his forearm without thinking.

plap plap plap

michael’s eyes dropped to his arm for half a second.

“need me closer baby ?”

another nod.

his eyes stayed on yours.

“tell me where you feel me first.”

forgot to tell you he was a fucking asshole.

“i can’t-” you almost cried out, your eyes already closing shut.

“aht aht.” of course he wouldn’t be having any of that. he loved it. seeing you lose yourself on his dick. just like he was losing himself in you pussy.

loved seeing your eyes roll, your breath getting heavier.

“you can do it. i know you can.” he started moving again, one of his hands going to your stomach, pressing softly against it. “right there ?”

“yess–”

“say it baby.”

“i feel youu– in my stomach, baby,” you finally said in a moan. your back making that deep arch he craved to see so bad. “so good.”

it was.

smiling, he finally lowered himself enough for you to hide your face against him.

better.

much better.

you didn’t know when exactly you started doing it.

one second your cheek was pressed against his arm, shaking a bit as he went in and out of you.

the next, your lips were too.

one kiss.

then another.

right over the ink.

michael didn’t say anything at first. probably because this wasn’t exactly new behavior from you.

then you did it again.

“you look so pretty like this.” he said, his hand going to your cheek. “fuck,”

you barely heard him.

your lips found his arm again.

another kiss. softer this time.

michael went quiet.

his eyes dropped between where the two of you where linked, looking at the small ring you made around his dick, before looking up to watch your mouth press against the ink covering his skin.

you weren’t even thinking about it.

that was the thing.

you just needed him close.

and somehow, whenever everything became a little too much, his arms were where you ended up.

your fingers tightened around his forearm before you kissed it again. “micha-”

michael’s thumb brushed slowly over your cheek. “i know, you can let go for me, baby.”

you looked up at him. he didn’t say anything else. just leaned closer, kissing your lips and letting you tuck yourself against him the way you wanted.

your cheek found his arm again.

right over the tattoos.

safe.

warm.

maybe that was why you could never decide what you loved more.

his arms or his tattoos.

then again, maybe it didn’t matter.

they were his.

© written by melosgoated | inspo is free, copying is lazy. keep it cute y’all.

[mjsprettylittlefish]

☆----Control it, boy | M. Olise

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♡ Pairing: Michael Olise x black!actress!reader ♡ Summary: During an interview, Michael leans in and almost kisses you, which causes him to go viral on social media and the internet realizes he may not be as nonchalant as they believed him to be. A/N: inspired by that moment in that one Tomdaya interview ♡ Content/pairing: fluff, sfw, down bad Michael ♡ Word Count: 1.1k

It all started with one innocent interview. Or what should have been an innocent interview.

You and Michael had graced the cover of GQ magazine; you were the new IT couple. Everyone wanted to know about you, about how the actress of the moment came to date the footballer of the moment. Especially knowing Michael said he watched no movies or series.

The questions had been genuine and honest, never chasing gossip and sensationalism. You were asked about your inspirations, your future projects, or your careers, and how you each managed to balance them with your personal lives. You were in the middle of answering the question when it happened.

"It's hard, sometimes, but we make it work," you said. "We call each other often, and I live with Mikey when I'm on a break. We try to limit the distance as much as we can." You shifted in your seat, leaning slightly to the side to adjust your posture. Michael, whose gaze had never left you as he drank in every word you said, found himself lost in your eyes when they crossed his. For a split second, the set vanished. The interviewer was gone, the technical crew was gone, the world stopped. And in that split second, Michael's body subconsciously leaned towards you as if he was about to kiss you. And he was. He was about to kiss you. Until he quickly caught himself, playing it off as if he needed to adjust his posture as well.

But it was too late. The interviewer noticed. The technical crew noticed. And especially, the internet noticed.

The second the video was uploaded to GQ's channel, that specific clip went viral across all social media. TikTok edits, Instagram posts, and Twitter reactions. During the interview, you hadn't even realized it happened until your friends and family sent you the video, amused by the bit.

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Susie got your number @/tranquilodequoitoi • 15h She has him wrapped around her finger 🤭 Y/N's double Emmy Awards @/BJisnothislover • 15h They're so in love it makes me sick (I want what they have)

For example, nothing @/annieRUokay • 14h

It's so funny that Olise never posts (Y/N) on his socials, but whenever they're in public, he always looks like he's two seconds away from swiping her away and eloping as if they were in some Shakespearean play, and honestly, I respect that

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Do you want me to apologize @/URavegetable • 14h That man CANNOT control it. He cannot behave when she's around Y/N's gowns @/itsawonderfulday • 13h Remember his face when she hugged a fan? He's gone 🤭 Maynard @/loveu3000 • 13h He doesn't play about her! He was about to smack those paparazzi when they crowded her, and he would have been right!

Olise's locs @/goldenpantslover • 20h

Why do people call Michael Mr. Nonchalant again? That man is a loverboy through and through!

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I'm too competitive @/likeacandlewax • 20h I realized he was a soft boy in that one video where he needed to hold her hand like he was always taking it back when she was moving away Apple Pie A La Mode @/11minutostarde• 20h (Y/N) said multiple times that he isn't nonchalant, just shy I have no idea @/includingjermaine • 20h He holds her purse, he drives her around, he helps her down the stairs, her calls her often, and the list goes on. This man is WHIPPED

It got to the point that even his teammates would have a little fun about it. The France National Team group chat was burning up, everyone teasing him to no end. To absolute oblivion. Rayan was very fond of posting a screenshot of the clip whenever Michael attempted to deny everything. Manu kept asking if he got his kiss once the cameras were off. Ousman posted a screenshot of his updated contact list, having changed Michael's name to Mr. Loverboy. Désiré tried to calm everyone and defend him, though typing, 'they were cute in the video', only triggered another wave of teasing directed at Michael.

And if he believed it would have been better once he was back in Munich, well, it may actually be worse. Because, at least with the National Team, he could mute the group chat or straight up block everyone if he wanted to.

He could not do that in real life.

The teasing began as soon as he set foot in the locker room.

"Oh, isn't that Mr. Loverboy!" Jamal said with a chuckle.

"Give him a break," Harry chimed in, though with a smirk. "He just loves his girl."

"Hey, were you really about to kiss her?" Luis asked.

Michael remained quiet, his head lowered to let his locs hide his burning face. Though a smile was still playing on his lips. He was embarrassed. How could he not? But he was also not the tiniest bit ashamed, because he would never be ashamed of loving you.

And you found it adorable. Michael always made sure to show you he was all yours. With words, but especially with actions. It was not something he could keep in. Try as he might, it was impossible to act normal. To act as though there was only platonocity between the two of you. If you were around, he needed your touch.

The funny thing, though, was that no one ever expected him to act as if there was nothing between the two of you. Just to maintain decorum in public. Which, in theory, was supposed to be easy, as he was not very fond of public displays of affection. He would much rather show you the depth of his love in the safety of your shared apartment.

And yet, he was still very much displaying his affection in public. With his eyes. With his smiles. With the hand-holding. With the never leaving your vicinity. With the always needing to have you close. But it was beyond him. He could not act anything else. It was going against everything he believed in. Against who he was. Against one truth he would never let anyone deny: Michael was head-over-heels in love with you.

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killing me softly with his song | michael olise

michael olise x designer¡reader

summary: michael rewards his pretty girl after her first own runway

warning: smut, established relationship, proud fiancé, unprotected sex, fingering, praise kink, dom¡michael, penetrative sex (p in v), slight mirror sex.

note: i apologize if there’s any spelling errors, english is not my first language. remember you can request any blurb or oneshot idea on my page. thanks!

+ it could've been longer, but I wanna know if you like it:)

you couldn't be more happy, it was all going amazingly. the models were doing an incredible job, your designs looked spectacular and people seemed very happy to be there.

and there you were, about to enter the runway with a piece that didn't get to be shown. a short red dress with a bow on the left shoulder, made with matte satin, and complemented with two white lace gloves.

"thanks! thank you very much to everyone, from the makeup artists, to the models who have done an exceptional job. but i have to thank you all for coming and supporting me today." your words came out with a smile

everyone on the room stood up and clapped. but your eyes were locked on the man at the end of the stage: your fiancé. michael was applauding like nobody else, and the look in his face showed nothing but pride.

so that was it, the most important applause was there. and it wasn't going anywhere.

after 30 minutes of press, a lot of photos with influencers your media manager had someway gotten there, and thanking at least half the people who had come personally invited by you. with michael by your side.

"it was perfect, i loved it! and i need the info on that yellow gown, cause that would make the perfect look for the ballon d'or ceremony!" katie, kane's wife had been a sweetheart since michael had joined bayern

"of course, i'll send you the deets the instant i'm able to!" you said goodbye to the both of them with a hug, finally being able to go and get your man

he was waiting for you as he talked with one of the project managers in this event, he looked happy and calm, which was always an amazing sign. he received you with a soft kiss and his hand made his way into your waist, caressing the material that wrapped it.

you were too tired and michael suggested you two went home, you were walking towards the parking lot before he even finished the sentence. he opened the car door for you, and you got in with a smile and your eyes looking up at him with desire. he got the memo, you knew that but you couldn't help to play a little more with his silence.

once he got into the car, his hand flew to your thigh to squeeze it with a bit of force before starting the car. his eyes fixed on the road, but his hand making his way into the inside of your thigh.

"you did so good, baby..." this man knew what got you going too damn well, "i'm really proud of you, you know that, right?"

"yes, love" your voice came out dry, you were so centered on how his digits lingered on your thigh

"i think you deserve some love, pas vrai?" his voice became so deep when he spoke french, you could cum just with his voice

"i do" a smirk spread on your face as you responded, you couldn't wait to get home

his fingers sank on your center making you gasp, if this was happening a year ago when you had just began dating you would be so embarrased to be this wet with only him talking, but the type of trust you had with this man was only acquired by time and a ton of sex.

"putain... you're ready to be fucked, aren't you?" for being the most non-chalant person in public, he was a real talker on this sense. you only spread your legs wider for him to have better access

his fingers hooked the edge of your underwear and pulled them down just enough to bury his fingers in your center without warning; but you were wet enough to let them slide in and out at his leisure.

this wasn't even close to the length he hides behind those pants, but it stretched you out enough to make you moan. his smile spread as he sank his digits.

"michael..." his eyes were focused on the road, you were sure he was going over the speed limit but your mind was centered on clenching around his fingers.

"so tight for me, mon amour?" you nodded immediately, letting out some more moans for his delight, but he stopped and brought his coated fingers up to his mouth

"no, no, no, why?" you whined at the feeling of emptiness and opened your eyes

either you hadn't noticed how long the trip was or the speeding tickets were going to arrive next week, but he was parking on the outside of your home.

"so needy" he smiled and kissed you before getting out of the car, he made his way around the car to open the door for you.

without wasting a second you got into your home, you started getting off of your heels. "leave them on, go upstairs" the authority in his voice made you clench around nothing

you obeyed and ran upstairs, you made yourself comfortable on the bed without getting naked. after a few minutes, he entered with two bottles of water and a smirk in his face when he posed his eyes on you.

"you look so pretty in that dress, baby" his hands traveled from your ribs until they rested at the sides of your hips, he started leaving sloppy kisses in your neck, "so bad i need to take it off..."

"please..." you let out a moan, you needed him to fuck you senseless

"just because you asked so nicely" now you smile as he took of his button up shirt. your hands traveled on their own to his abs, you knew how hard he worked on the gym and fuck, did you enjoyed these results.

"get up, baby" you did, standing fully dressed in front of him, "you did so good tonight. i know how hard you've worked on this" he walked around you until standing behind you, his warm hands posed on your neck

he undid the zipper slowly, killing you with impatience. you felt his breath on your neck as he left one single kiss on that sensitive spot on your neck.

"it made me real happy to see you up there, i just wanna let you know this because i know i'm not always the best demonstrating in other ways" the dress slipped down to the floor, and he admired you trough the mirror in front of your bed

"you look absolutely stunning" his hands caressed your body covered in only a black lace lingerie set you knew he loved. his hands held your boobs on replacement, taking your perky nipples between his fingers. wasn't long before he went for your underwear.

he just pulled them down, and without a waste of a second he slapped your bare ass; a slight moan left your mouth to his pleasure. his hands made their way between your legs, and without a doubt you opened them wider.

his fingers explored your folds before finding your bundle of nerves and starting circles on it. your legs felt weak, still standing on your heels. he dipped a finger inside, then two.

"michael..." his name slipped out your mouth with such lust, the rhythm he had settled with his fingers without stopping the focus on your clit was amazing

you were coming soon, and he knew that by the way you were clenching around his fingers and your legs trembling. with his free hand he undid his own pants and got out of them fast.

he quickly shifted your positions, leaving you with your ass in the air and your chest pressed against the mattress. he gave your ass a smack before rubbing it and replacing his fingers with his cock.

you became a mess with your moans, letting them out against the mattress.

"let me hear you, belle" his voice could've made you come right then, but you knew he wanted your for longer, "you're always so perfect for me, aren't you?"

his thrusts were hard and steady, hitting right on that spot he knew made you crazy. he was never loud, but it was enough hearing him panting and growl with pleasure.

"so good for me..." his dirty talk was always reserved for the bedroom, but heck, didn't you love when he talked to you like that.

"faster, please" he heard you and obeyed. "I'm gonna... fuck" his fingers trailed over your pussy again, finding your clit and circling it with a perfect rhythm

it wasn't long before you came, you could get a nice view of your juices dripping down from his cock in the mirror. he kept his thrusts, but now more slow before filling you up with his cum.

"putain..." he slowly slid out of you; the sensation of emptiness made you let out a small squeak. you both collapsed onto the bed, gazing lovingly into each other's eyes. "how did you like my present?"

you laughed before replying, "i loved it, maybe i should do another show soon"

"you don't need to do any show for me to have you ever night, mon amour" he gave you a kiss before taking you to the bathroom and sharing a shower.

[moulinrougemo]

now we know why he likes turks and caicos so much

[dixheuresdix]

Hiiii can you do desire doue smut where they have been caught by his older brother and reader is so embarrassed but desire handles situation for both of them ❤️

CAUGHT;

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désiré doué x f!reader.

dating.

note: thanks for ur req!<3

mdni. smut.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you were caught by his brother in the middle of sex.

you were in désiré’s bedroom at his family house, the door only half-closed in your haste, the house supposed to be empty.

you were straddling him on his bed, completely naked, your clothes long discarded on the floor.

désiré was sitting up against the headboard, hands gripping your hips as you rode him slowly, taking his cock deep inside you with every roll of your hips.

“just like that, baby… fuck– you feel so good,” he groaned, his lips were on your neck, sucking gently while you moved faster, your moans filling the room.

the wet sounds of your bodies meeting mixed with heavy breathing. désiré’s hands slid up to squeeze your breasts, thumbs teasing your nipples as he thrust up to meet you.

you were so lost in pleasure, forehead pressed against his, whispering his name like a prayer. suddenly the door swung open.

“where's...” his older brother stood there for a split second, eyes wide at the sight of you two tangled together, your bare back and désiré’s hands all over you.

before either of you could react, he quickly muttered an apology and slammed the door shut again.

you froze instantly, heart pounding with pure embarrassment.

“he saw us,” you whispered voice shaky, your face burning hot.

you tried to climb off him, but he held your hips firmly in place, keeping you full of his cock.

“it’s okay, love. he closed the door right away and he’s not going to say anything.”

you shook your head, still flushed with shame. “but he saw me… like this.”

désiré smiled gently and kissed your forehead then your lips, reassuring.

“guela knows how to mind his business. he probably feels more awkward than you right now and even if he saw something, you’re mine and he knows it. he's not gonna talk about it.”

he kissed you again deeper this time, his tongue sliding against yours until you started to relax. his hands roamed your body lovingly, caressing your thighs, your waist and your breasts.

“you still want me?” he asked quietly, lips brushing your ear.

you nodded. the embarrassment was still there, but désiré’s calm confidence was melting it away.

“good girl,” he whispered.

he flipped you over gently onto your back, settling between your legs without pulling out. his thrusts started slow and deep again, eyes locked on yours the whole time.

“forget about the door,” he said, voice steady. “focus on me.”

you moaned softly as he picked up the pace, the bed creaking under you while he leaned down to kiss your neck and your lips.

“you’re so beautiful like this,” he praised, thrusting harder.

your moans grew louder again, embarrassment fading with every deep thrust. désiré reached between you and rubbed your clit in perfect circles, pushing you closer to the edge.

“désiré… mmh, i’m close,” you gasped, legs wrapping around his waist.

your orgasm crashed over you hard, pussy clenching around his cock as you cried out his name. désiré followed moments later, burying himself deep and groaning into your neck as he filled you with warm cum.

afterwards he stayed inside you, holding you close and stroking your hair.

“better?” he asked, smiling against your temple.

you nodded, still a little shy but much calmer now. “yeah...”

he kissed you softly, then chuckled. “i’ll talk to my brother later. but i’m not done with you yet.”

he rolled you on top of him again, hands squeezing your ass as he looked up at you with fresh hunger in his eyes.

“ride me again, please.”

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[swiftleclerc]

the people YEARN for Michael Olise & Désiré Doué fics yall. angst, fluff, smut, WE NEED IT ALL!!!!!!!

[mrs-nonchalant]

Angst Desiré fic where he’s been very busy with international duty so he hasn’t really been able to put time aside for his girlfriend. And then the videos of him and Sakina pops up, and because reader hasn’t really heard from Desiré in a while she kinda gets insecure and kinda stops reaching out to him. But she obviously flies out for his game and surprises him, but when they get back to his hotel room they get in a fight just very angsty and maybe makeup sex??

Too Far Away

Désiré Doué x Reader

Désiré Doué Masterlist

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TW: Smut

The first week had been manageable or so you thought. You understood international duty and the long training sessions and the media obligations and the travelling and the endless expectations that came with wearing your country’s colours. You had always been proud of Desiré for that proud of the boy who had once dreamed about moments like these and was now living them.

But understanding something didn’t make missing him hurt any less. The messages became shorter and the phone calls that used to last an hour became five minutes before exhaustion took over. Sometimes he would promise to call later and accidentally fall asleep after training or other times entire days passed before either of you realised how much time had slipped away and although you kept telling yourself not to take it personally loneliness had a nasty habit of planting doubts where none existed before.

Then the videos started appearing online. It was juts harmless and normal videos. Clips from training camps and media days showing the players laughing together and joking around. One particular video seemed to be everywhere especially catching the media’s attention: Desiré and Sakina talking after training both smiling and teasing one another in that easy way teammates often did.

There was nothing wrong with it, nothing inappropriate or anything that could possibly upset you, after all you were Désiré’s girlfriend, not her, especially evacuee she was 9 years older than him. But sitting alone in your apartment after another day without hearing much from him it made your stomach twist because she was there with him you weren’t.

She nowadays seems to be seeing him and herding from him a lot more than you and that’s the part that made you stomach twist. She got the version of him that laughed and joked and smiled without looking exhausted, she got his time even if it was only because they shared the same camp and meanwhile your messages remained unanswered for hours, your calls postponed until tomorrow.

The insecurity embarrassed you because you hated feeling this way so instead of telling him how you felt you simply… stopped reaching out.

You stopped with texts about how his training went or good morning texts or no more sending him silly videos you knew would make him laugh because you convinced yourself that if he wanted to talk then he’d make the effort too but sadly the silence only grew.

Still even after all this you bought a plane ticket because you loved him and because no amount of hurt or distance could stop you from wanting to support him.

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You arrived on the day of the match without telling him. The atmosphere inside the stadium was buzzing but all you could think about was the look on his face when he eventually spotted you…and he did. After the final whistle surrounded by teammates and staff his eyes found yours amongst the crowd. His eyes filled with pure disbelief…then happiness that made his face lit up.

Later when he finally reached you he wrapped his arms around you so tightly that it almost knocked the breath from your lungs. “What are you doing here?” he laughed.

Your heart softened despite yourself. “Surprising you.”

He kept staring at you. “You actually came.”

“Of course I came.”

In this moment I t felt like nothing had changed like the distance hadn’t existed at all but old hurts don’t disappear just because somebody smiles at you.

The hotel room was quiet when you got back as the excitement from earlier had settled into something heavier. Desiré dropped his bag by the door and turned around still grinning. “You really should’ve told me you were coming.”

You sat down on the edge of the bed. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

His smile faded slightly because he noticed immediately something in your voice had changed. “What’s wrong?” He asked

You looked away. “Nothing.” You shrugged.

A sigh came from him. “Babe.”

“Seriously, nothing.”

The problem with loving someone deeply was that they learned how to read every version of your silence as Desiré moved closer. “No, somethings happened.”

Weeks of loneliness finally began bubbling to the surface. “You’ve barely spoken to me.”

His expression shifted. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“I’ve been away on international duty.”

“And I’ve understood that.” Your voice cracked despite your best efforts. “I’ve understood every late reply and every missed call and every time you’ve been too tired to talk.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “So what’s the problem?”

The frustration inside your chest finally spilled over.“The problem is that everyone else seems to get your attention except me.”

His eyebrows knitted together. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Sakina.”

“What about her?”

“She’s been all over you? Why can’t you see that?!” Your voice broke.

“What? We both play for the same team and country of course we’re going to be talking together!”

You immediately regretted saying it but it was too late now. “I see the videos,” you admitted quietly. “I see you laughing and joking around and looking perfectly fine while I’m sat waiting for a text back.”

He laced around the room realisation crossed his face. “Oh my God.” The disbelief in his voice made your cheeks burn.

“No, don’t do that,” you said quickly. “Don’t make me feel stupid.”

“I’m not making you feel stupid,” he replied. “I just… that’s what this is about?”

Tears threatened to form. “It’s not about her.”

“Then what is it about?”

You looked at him. “It’s about feeling like I don’t matter right now.”

Desiré sat down opposite you exhaustion written all over his features. “You think I don’t care about you?”

“I think…” You swallowed hard. “I think I’ve missed you so much that I’ve started convincing myself you don’t miss me the same way.”

The words landed harder than either of you expected and shoulders dropped as all the defensiveness disappeared and suddenly he looked less like an international footballer and more like a someone who was completely overwhelmed. “I’ve been terrible at this,” he admitted quietly. “I keep thinking that because we’re okay because you’re strong and understanding I can fix everything later I tell myself I’ll call tomorrow or when camp finishes or after the next game.” He rubbed his face. “But tomorrow keeps moving.”

The anger inside you softened into sadness. “I just wanted to hear from you,” you whispered.

His eyes met yours. “And I should’ve given you that.”

The hotel room was silent after that both of you sitting with weeks of hurt and misunderstanding finally laid out between you but at least for the first time in a long time at least you were finally talking.

He walked towards you, standing in front of you but now knelt in front, his forehead touching yours. “Please baby, let me make it up to you.”

You look up at him and before you could realises he softly pushed you back into the bed as your back hit the soft mattress. He hovered on top of you carefully and placed a gentle kiss to your lips. “I’m sorry.” He muttered. Then placed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry for not reaching out.” Another kiss to each of your cheeks. “I’m sorry for being distant.” A kiss then to your nose. “And I’m sorry for making you feel like this.”

He gently removes your clothing, doing it slowly and taking his time because he didn’t want to rush this intimate moment. Both of your clothes were chucked down to the floor until you were both completely naked.

He placed gentle kisses starting form your neck down to your breast down to your stomach and in between you thighs, finally landing to your pussy.

“Dés.” You whined, your fingers brushing through his hair as his face was mere inches away from your pussy.

“Tell me baby, tell me what you want me to do.”

You sighed. “Your mouth, I want your mouth please.”

He nodded he tongue licking against yours wet folds making your thighs tremble as sweet sounds came form your mouth.

“That’s it babe, let me hear those sounds, the sounds that I’ve missed.”

His tong made its way to your clit applying slight pressure which hit your sweet spot perfectly. He then added a finger or two helping him make his way into eating you out, trying his hardest to give you the orgasm that you’ve longed for a long time.

He laps his tongue all over your juiced gathering every drop he could onto his tongue making your toes curl from all this pleasure. You felt the familiar knot bubbling in your stomach knowing that your climax was coming.

“Dés.” You whimpered. “I’m so close.”

“Yeah? Cum on my tongue baby, let go for me.”

And so you did, your orgasm crashing out of you like a tidal wave all into his tongue as he continues to lap all the juices of what was left from your pussy .

He eventually sat up and laid besides you pulling you into his arms and gave a kiss to your head.

“Feeling better?” He asked.

“Yeah, better than before.

He smiled as his hands gave soft strokes to your arms as he whispered missed sweet nothings and promises the entire night.

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[moulinrougemo]

friends with benefits headcannons — # désiré doué

# warnings: smut, mdni. curse words. fluff. not proofread.

wc: 576

# mia’s note: i actually really really enjoyed writing this. please bare with me on chapter two of amongst it all, i haven’t had much time or inspiration to write it but it will hopefully come out later today. don’t forget reqs are open. with sooo much love, mia.

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fwb!désiré who has a whole drawer on his bathroom with your things. your hair brush, your skin care products, some makeup too.

fwb!désiré who loves to kiss you.

you were on his lap. movie playing in the background that you had both forgotten about.

he pecked your lips over and over, making you giggle. “you keep kissing me.”

he kissed you again, smiling against your lips. “it’s my second favorite thing to do.”

“what’s your first? football?”

“you.”

fwb!désiré who stays inside of you for a few minutes after fucking you senseless, just looking at your disheveled state.

he kissed your forehead, his lips lingering there while he took your scent in. “you’re so pretty. so full of me.”

“i think ill be sore tomorrow.”

he smirked. “hopefully.”

fwb!désiré who hates when you wear any jersey other than his.

he frowned. his frustration from the game along with the sight of you in a jersey without his last name making annoyed. “why are you wearing that?”

you looked down at your clothes. “what? i thought it looked good.”

“you’re wearing bradley’s name.”

“i didn’t think you wanted them to know about us.”

fwb!désiré who fucks you while you’re wearing his jersey. murmuring filthy things in your ear.

“is it bradley making you feel good?”

you whimpered, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure. he had made you come so many times already that your eyes were watering.

“talk to me, pretty girl.”

you shook your head as you could. “no. you are, des, you are making me feel good.”

he smirks, his pace not slowing.

“des, it’s too much.”

he kissed your hair. “you can take it.”

fwb!désiré who, after being so rough, gets worried that he went too far.

he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, pecking your lips softly. “i’m so sorry, baby. are you okay?”

you nodded, drowsy. “i’m perfect.”

“you were amazing. amazing just for me.”

he cleaned you up while you squirmed under him, lying by your side once he was done.

fwb!désiré who makes sure you fall asleep before he does, admiring you before he gives in to sleep himself.

fwb!désiré who knows you’re so much more than just a friend he fucks. that you guys are only intimate with each other, but doesn’t say anything while you tell other people he’s just your childhood friend.

fwb!désiré whose eyes never leave you at parties. making sure you always have a drink in your hand.

fwb!désiré whose hands also don’t leave you at parties. or anywhere.

“you okay?” he whispered into your ear.

you smiled and nodded. your eyes were more shiny than usual, so he could tell you were a bit drunk.

he smiled. warm and unguarded. “you tipsy, pretty girl?”

your giggles only made him certain of two things. you were definitely drunk, and he was definitely in love with you.

fwb!désiré who takes you home after making sure to stay completely sober to make sure he could take care of you.

he took your dress and your bra off, knowing that you didn’t like to sleep in it, and dressing you on his hoodie.

he kissed your forehead while you looked at him

sleepy, laying you gently on the bed.

fwb!désiré kisses your forehead until your body gets heavier on top of him and your breathing evens out.

fwb!désiré who sleeps amazing with you by his side. mind peaceful knowing that you’re his.

and he’s yours.

@ moulinrougemo