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Can you write something about Michael Olise being in a relationship and they argue all the time but then at the end they apologise
love and war.
warnings : arguments, angst, hurt feelings
sometimes, arguments are what keep a couple alive.
sometimes it ends in tears and shouting. with you and michael, things never go to extremes, but your arguments are very frequent.
it's silly sometimes. it's pointless sometimes, but, you both always find a common ground and apologize.
sometimes, it looked like you hated each other, that you were enemies. but you were not. there were cold spells, and silences, sometimes heavy and very noisy.
one evening, you were mad at him because he left his boots on the front door. even though you reminded him not to do it. several times.
it looks stupid, and it is. but you didn't care how stupid it was.
the black nike boots, sleeping here at the entry, all covered with grass and dirt.you, doing random chores, discover it.
“oh my god, he can't be fucking serious- michael!!” you were mad. your voice was agitated, mixed with anger.
“what again? why are you mad?” he was grumbling because it wasn't the first time. he shuffled his feet up the stairs, he didn't want to test your nerves.
“why i am mad? your fucking boots resting in front of the door, get them the fuck out of here.”
“it's not even a big deal, you're really going too far.” he didn't care about what you could ever think, he acted like you were the one overreacting.
“how is it not a big deal? i should be able to get in and out of this house without having to push them with my foot. damn it.” he was truly immature for minimizing that.
“come on babe, don't be mad, okay?” he came closer to kiss you, but you stepped back.you were boiling inside. as hot as steeped tea.
you went to another room, leaving him with his responsibilities.
he retrieved his boots, and put them in the bathroom. you didn't cleaned them. he did it himself. you were cold all day, you didn't want to talk to him, because he was getting on your fucking nerves. you took a cold shower to calm your nerves. but you were tired.
you sat on the edge of the shower, thinking. he was making you crazy. overwhelmed and overstimulated.
arguments, everyday. you believed that these arguments were breaking your relationship. reduce it to ashes. it made you sob.
you cried. you cried a lot. you couldn't control it. it was stronger than you. there was nothing you could do about it.
you went to bed, you had knots in your throat. a few tears, dripped down your cheeks, your sight was blurry as you stared at the wall. for a good five minutes, before turning your eyes shut, dropping the tears away.
your eyes turned a bit red, you've cried too much. about thirty minutes straight.he heard you. and when he got here, you had to pretend nothing happened.
“hey, what's wrong? i heard you cry from the other room.” he felt concerned, he was feeling a little guilty, because it was his fault.
“it's okay, i just got something in my eyes.” you wiped away your tears, smiling to him, like you didn't cry your eyes out.
another day like the others, you were mad again at him because he spent the whole day, away from you, and not even willing to call you, text you or else. you thought he was cheating on you. when he came back home, you blew up.
“why didn't you called me, michael? huh?” you were having another nervous breakdown.
“you didn't even text me or else. what the fuck were you doing?”
“i just forgot, calm down, babe” he wanted you to calm down, maybe relax, but it wasn't working.
“no!! i can't calm down when you don't tell me anything when you're outside. not even a text from you! were you cheating on me or something?”
“i would never cheat on you babe, i'm honest, it just didn't cross mind” this time, he felt sorry. honestly.
“how the fuck can it not cross your mind? i'm your girlfriend, michael!”
“i'm sorry okay? i know, i messed up. let me just redeem myself. please.” he pleased you, for forgiveness. because he didn't want to lose you.
you broke into tears again. you silently sat on the couch, covering your face out of shame.
he sat beside you on the ground resting his face on your lap.
“i'm sorry. i'm truly sorry. i know, i tend to get on your nerves so much. i feel shitty to make you feel like this. this is not okay. you need love. not headaches. i'm trying to change so much, you can't imagine. please forgive me.”
your face softened, you finally looked at him. eyes watery from crying.
“hey, please, wipe those ugly tears from you face, i hate seeing you like this.” he wiped away your tears.
“please, michael, try to be better. i need a man who cares. not whatever you give me daily, okay?”
“i get you. and i'll try my best, to be a better boyfriend.”
a.n: im going for a sorta he fell first and harder thing 👅👅
all of my fics are ‘x reader’, therefore i attempt to make reader as diverse and vauge as i possibly can — yet in order to create good works, sometimes i need to include details which may not apply to you, and i apologise for that though it’s unavoidable, use your imagination to work around this. any images used are simply for pose/outfits/aesthetic and are not a representation of the reader.
warnings : smut, p in v, fingering, nsfw, lil bit of cursing, alcohol, unprotected sex (please use a condom.)
you never really loved going out. you were a homebody. parties? no. family function? only if your parents forced you to. picnics? no. you never tried to be rude or being a bad friend. you sometimes said yes, reluctantly.
vanessa encouraged you. always. she invited you to the club, a place you hated, but this time, you said yes. hopefully you said yes. because you were going to meet your soulmate. much more than a one-night stand.
and more than that, you would never know that he wasn't a nobody. wow.
discouraged, you got ready. shower, outfit, makeup. once outside, the warm wind blew through your hair. your perfume almost disappeared. a fresh scent of vanilla. your favorite. just as you like.
the night was calm and silent. no one outside, everyone inside. not a soul in sight, or perhaps a few passers-by.
the clap of your sandals on the hot asphalt.
clap. clap.
your mini skirt matching your curves. your ass and your hips, shivering a little bit as the wind brushed your skin.
vanessa rummaging in her bag, the rustling of the leather bag at the bottom caressing your ears.
when you both entered the club, the noise took over. the blinding lights.
blue
purple
red
green
hot pink
etc.
the loud music, the alcohol, the people dancing, body against body, generally
you and vanessa ordered a drink, before sitting back on a large couch. talking about life, friends, school, fashion, etc.
you didn't want to fall in love here. you didn't want to have sex in the unsanitary bathroom of this place. you didn't want to get drunk here. you didn't want any of that.
a little sip of pink spritz. one glass and it's over.
you weren't enjoying. not yet. the candy wrappers, the small puddles of alcohol on the ground, made you feel nauseous. you were fidgeting with your braid, uncomfortable with the sophisticated atmosphere that prevailed.
your acne pimples were itching under your foundation. stupid foundation. huda beauty. that cost you a fortune. one could almost believe you were just allergic to makeup, judging by how you were scratching.
vanessa wanted you to get up and move around on the dance floor. you said no at first. but she insisted so much, you gave up.
you were having the worst time of your life in this place. you didn't feel comfortable, you wanted to go home.
yes home.
in your opinion, this is the safest place on earth. a cozy cocoon, your own little beehive.
you didn't dance, you just walked. you walked around. you weren't looking where you were walking, so you accidentally bumped into a stranger.
a stranger. well, at first, it was a stranger, but when you looked up, he wasn't so foreign anymore.
lamine. lamine yamal.
a pretty spanish young boy. pretty curls, thick eyebrows, braces. yes. it was him.
“oh my god..i'm sorry- uh, did i hurt you?” you started to panic, you were losing your composure, it was embarrassing.
“you'll have to learn to look ahead. princesa” he teased you with a cute smile. you smiled back, nervously.
“you are..that footballer, hum-”
“lamine yamal. at your service.” he looked at you, with a look. nobody can forget about.
“oh, yeah, lamine yamal. that's right” you laughed nervously
“and you? what's your pretty name?” you told your name, and he put a strand of hair behind your ear.
“it's cute. just like you” he addressed you a genuine smile, another one.
“thank, thank you..lamine” you felt nervous, really nervous. even saying his name felt like a test.
you both started to dance, slowly. you had your arms around his neck, as he was just holding you by your waist, before sliding his hands further down, on your ass maybe..
there was tension, passion, and warmth. a lot of heat. so much you started sweating a little.
no more teasing. no more words. just you, him and the moment.
he buried his face in your neck, breathing heavily and smelling your scent. his hair tickled you, it made you shiver, but you liked that closeness.
he brought you at the back of the club, away from the crowds, with less noise.
you totally ignored where vanessa could have been, but you didn't care right now. because someone else was taking all of your attention.
“i must not be around for long, you may have someone waiting for you at home. i don't want to cause any trouble in your relationship.” he gently whispered in your ear.
“no. there's nobody waiting for me at home. it's free, and empty. and it's been years.” you whispered as well in his ear, holding the back of his head, pulling it closer to you.
“so..you're not taken?”
“i'm not.”
“good. because i would be jealous if you said you were with someone already.” he was honest. he wanted you to know. clearly.
the couch you sat on with vanessa in the beginning, was behind him, so you just pushed him back on it. you straddled on his lap, and started grinding on him. you kissed him lustfully on the neck, leaving hickeys and licking the skin, before looking back at him.
his eyes were tired, you were doing him so much good. he felt dominated, and loved that. he loved that from you.
it's been a few minutes, and it looked like you were together for years.
you were drunk. he was drunk as well. that's why.
“let's go somewhere, more silent. somewhere where we'll have privacy.” he didn't wait for you to get down, he carried you and brought you into the women's restroom.
he sat you down on the washbasin unit. the material was hard, and tiled.
he started lifting your leg, feeling it, caressing it with such tenderness. soft smiles appeared on his face, as he kept looking at you.
“your legs feel so sweet, baby” he whispered and licked down your leg, from the ankle to your ass.
he took a little look at it and he kept focused for a bit until putting your mini skirt down.
“you don't need this.” you heard the sound of the fabric, as the cloth dropped to the ground. he began to knead the flesh of your half bare ass.
“it's soft, i like it.” he confessed as he kissed it. it surprised you slightly, you jumped slightly when you felt his soft lips on your skin.
“don't be scared mamí, i won't harm you.” he pulled out his face, before looking at you.
he took off your sandals, and they joined your skirt on the ground.
he took off your top and did the same. you just touched his abs before pulling out.
he unhooked your bra and gripped both your boobs, before tracing circles around your nipples and sucked on your boobs, made you give a shy moan.
he rubbed his hard on against the unit and pulled down his pants and his hand inside his boxers, stroking it a little.
“are you going to jerk off?”
“that's not what i mean to do right now. another day.” you nodded shyly at answer, wanting him to do that now. he pulled down your panties, down to your ankles.
“it turns me on to see your panties like that, i don't know why” he stared at your panties again, that were wet.
your clit shone under the effect of the light, reflecting how wet it already was.
“oh, fuck-” he slid two fingers inside you, an high pitched moan slipped out your lips
“yeah. that's what i mean.” he kept going
“fuck- lamine, don't stop, please” you were begging him, because that overstimulation felt so good
“i won't stop.” he pulled down his boxer, revealing you his hard on.
he grabbed you by the waist, with his both hands and fucked you. you moan the instant he was inside you.
“please. what's my name?” he looked up, seeing you.
“l-la-lamine” you were stuttering a lot, you weren't even able to form words.
he tucked his fingers into the skin of your ass, holding you tight.
when he did, you tucked your nails into his muscled back, all sweaty.
“damn. you're so fucking pretty with your lips open. everything is pretty about you. your ass, your pussy, your eyes, your whole motherfucking face.”
you were panting, your eyes were rolling back and you started seeing stars.
“will you let me come in you? hm?”
“i don't care if you come inside me, i will take the plan b pill.” you were on the verge of tears, giving any answer or just even talk was difficult for you.
he kissed you all over your body, and licking some spots you never really cared about. when he touched your soft spot. it was over. he won. he took control of your body. in less than three minutes.
“oh fuck- i'm gonna come, please lamineee” you actually cried. you finally cried. he touched it. finally touched it.
your fluids, dripping down your legs and his length. it was beautiful.
“you're so fucking beautiful.” he said as he just came inside you.
your wet walls got all sticky.
he started kissing your neck, not letting go of you.
“i” one kiss. “fucking” a second kiss. “love” a third kiss. “you.” a forth and last kiss on your beautiful neck.
you finally hugged him.
“i love you too lamine. i love you so much.”
it was past midnight, there were still people there, but you didn't want to stay. you both dressed up again quickly, and you slipped away quietly, without anyone seeing you.
he brought you to his car, on the backseat.
you sat on his lap, facing him.
he still had his hands on you, looking at you passionately. he had introspective eyes.
“you're really beautiful tonight.” he complimented you, peacefully looking you into your eyes. you smiled at him.
“you know, i didn't want to fall in love or to get fucked here tonight at first.”
“i guess you broke your promise. because of me.”
“i'm not mad. not at all. i have no regrets. or maybe i will if i forget that pill in the morning” he giggled at what you said, still looking at you.
“hum, can i get, your phone number? it'd be dumb to have such a moment with you and lose sight of you once you get out of that car.” you gave him your number. to have him in contact.
“i almost forgot about my friend vanessa. she must be wondering where i've gone.”
“go find her, i'll drop you both off”
he dropped you both off at your house and stayed with you in front of the entrance.
“my mom always told me not to interact with strangers, but i don't regret talking to you.” you kissed him on the right cheek before entering he gave a silent laugh before kissing you back
warnings : fluff, slow burn, curse words, friends to lovers
Chapter 3
turks and caicos. we all know michael really lovess this island but he can't love it alone obviously. so, now that you two are close enough, he can get roughly comfortable with you.
yeah. he was thankful for the kiss as well. what a gentleman.
this trip could be useful for marketing purposes in part. even if you wanted to forget about work, you couldn't.
next week. fucking next week.
and when it arrived. you were already packing your things with alma. you were so much excited about the sand and palm trees and michael. lowkey.
yeah.
actually you waited to do the jet ski and all the stuff that has something to do with water.
you left late in the evening to arrive early in the morning. michael welcomed you aboard his private jet.
“ladies, make yourselves at home.” what a gentleman.
“are you..the only one here?” alma asked
“maybe, maybe not”
“stop acting mysterious, will you?” you were amused by how annoying he could be sometimes
little cakes and cookies, pastries and a lot of other sweet things. how cute.
“is this all, for us, mike?” these were chose by him, for you both.
“it is. i know women love sugar”
“it's a prejudice, but it's not wrong, at least not for me.” alma had her hands all other the sweets.
you got confortable, as he said. you made yourself home. but you took the expression too seriously...
“when i said “make yourself home”, i didn't mean it, that radically” he sighed, pretending to be upset
“are you mad?”
“not really, but anyway..”
usually, his flights are silent. but with you yelling on phone, alma snoring and phones ringing every fives minutes, it's not that silent.
there was times he complained, but something deep inside him loved that.
you showed your conversation with alma before the trip
he laughed nonchalantly at that.
pff.
in fact, he wasn't the only one. few other friend awaited for a pretty long time. like you were the last ones to land.
“girl, we were the last ones there from the beginning...” it was a bit sad. you were sad.
“i knew it. michael told me when i woke up and then you were already asleep.”
“why would he tell that to you and not me!?” it pissed you off. like why would he do that to you??
“he said that, he was scared that you would go mad and all, that you would take it badly.” alma used a secretary tone that pissed you off even more.
“i'm more pissed that he didn't tell me more than we arrived at last. honestly.”
and after confusing michael for a good five minutes, you relax by the pool with a spritz.
alma joined you, still focused on her work. she was doing some workload and shit.
“alma, i don't understand, it's vacation and you're working?”
“turks and caicos. we should make a new collection. like the landscapes and all.”
“that's a good one, alma” you actually thought she was joking, turns out she wasn't.
“i'm not joking like, this place is so good”
“alright then, we're gonna talk about this later okay?”
she aggressively caressed the top of your head and left you.
michael joined you afterwards.
“hey mike, do you have a jet ski? i wanna do some later”
“i don't have any. just rent one. maybe if you ask nicely to the people working here”
“thank youuu”
as planned, you made some jet ski with alma under the hot sun.
“that should've been michael instead of me”
“i don't do this type of shit with my customers. it's unprofessional.” even though he was more than just a customer now.
“baby please, you kissed your customer, don't tell me it's not unprofessional.”
“it was my way to say thank you. nothing romantic. i just, you know, left a little peck on his cheek”
“ouhh, girl, you're frustrating mee” alma laughed about how you were denying.
7pm. he brought you both to a fancy restaurant. alma couldn't stand fat that's a thing, you couldn't stand michael, or at least, that's what you tried to show, but failed.
“eww..all this fat makes me nauseous, oh my god..” alma wasn't appreciating all this, she took several sips of her drink instead of actually eating.
and on top of this, everyone was silent. how a dinner could be that embarrassing...
back at the villa, alma finally talked to you about her genius idea.
and then. peace and silence. the perfect haven of peace you've been looking for during all day.
watching stuff in pyjamas, with alma and michael eavesdropping again.
“feels good in here?” his voice interrupting that silent moment
“damn it. are you that lonely, mike?” you had an attitude towards him like always, but it no longer had as much effect. you've lost a bit of credibility.
“i'm just trying to be nice you know”
“i'm playing with you. yes, it feels good.” you softened. wow.
“i wish you a good night then” and he left without a word, a little grin on his lips.
“wait, what was that?” even she was surprised by that sudden personality development.
“you know, i gotta stop hating on him. so yeah, i softened a bit with him. plus, it's thanks to him that we're here in this magnificent villa and on this beautiful island.”
“i'm proud of you. i'm really proud of how much you've changed.”
we could say that, not only you softened but, every time alma said you were in love turned out to be coming to life.
“damn, you know what alma?”
“what? tell me” she was actually curious
“i think-” she interrupted you, because she instantly had an idea of what you could possibly say
“you're in love with him?” she added with such confidence
“no. i think i love his voice, like, i don't know..and that british accent he has, oh my god. that's something i could die for.”
right. british accent is the sexiest thing a man can have.
“damn. i think i lost you now” she was dejected; she knew you were going to give a whole speech about his appearance. like a girl in love, ultimately.
“i'm not crazy. it's just admiration. I would say it's more like analysis.”
“analysis. are you a scientist or what? quit that, okay?”
a tiny giggle slid out your mouth.
“love you brat.” she carressed the top of your head again
“love you too alma.”
“let me ask you a genuine question. you and me.”
“go ahead.”
“do you love michael?”
“i don't know, alma.”
“i hope you'll find your way someday.”
“i hope too.”
it was a bit frustrating. do you love him back? or no? are you falling in love again? maybe. such a pain.
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warnings : slow burn, curse words, fluff, enemies to lovers
Chapter 2
you got a new offer. a new collab, this time with the whole french team, in which you were supposed to make tracksuits and all.
“ayo alma, did you get the memo too?”
“collaboration with, l'équipe de france? yes, i got it too.”
“petra can't be serious..” you sighed, because you had another exhausting workload to do.
“i don't wanna see michael again, oh boy..”
“but he wanna see you again, so..”
“no, don't start again. but i guess, if the sum is interesting..”
“i thought we worked out of passion?” alma wasn't following you on that. not quite.
“i mean..yeah, but we're talking about french team asking us to make tracksuits and all. it gotta be something.”
alma took another sip of her ice tea before answering
“let's make a meeting with the girls, maybe, we'll clear things up”
“yeah, let's do it. but not now. i'm finishing eating, i take a nap, we'll take some time to digest it, and then we'll do it.”
“what time do you think you'll be awake from your nap?”
“maybe, between 4 and 5.”
“you gotta be more specific”
“'let's go with 5pm”
“alright, bet.”
agenda. collab meeting : 5pm
“now i'm thinking about that, how many sales we made? from the new collection.”
“mike's interlude?”
“yeah.”
“for now, 900k.”
“already? it's only been a few days since the collection got out”
“you know damn well what happens when it comes to king olise.” alma teased you again
“i only know king kylie. not that bum.”
“come onnn, is your relationship with him a heated rivalry?”
“are you crazy? it won't end with us fucking on his bed or a backseat. because it won't even start.”
“please..”
“no. alma. it's not happening, i just don't like him.”
“you didn't get to know him, and i'll have you know, you have his phone number and he was yours, plus you follow each other on ig.”
“pure charity. i'm just a good samaritan.”
“you are just in love with him, girl, be honest” you gave no answer. was she true? yes she was.
during your nap, your phone rang even though you thought it was on dnd...
who called? michael.
“him again? not now buddy.” alma complained about michael calling at such an hour.
she picked up the phone.
“not now mike, she's sleeping, please call later..”
“my bad, i'm calling later then”
when you woke up, alma was sitting next to you
“who called me?”
“michael. i told him you were sleeping so i told him to call later”
“why would you do that alma?” you didn't liked that idea
“why? you don't want him to call you back?”
“fuck no! i can't stand that guy” but you would still pick up anyway.
your coworkers came over at your house for the said meeting, but you weren't very focused. almost fell asleep when it finished, alma had to do the dirty work, dictating everything to you from a to z.
“do you get it now?”
“yeah. thank you.”
“come on let's get to work.”
several weeks. the project was over. fresh tracksuits for french team. the shooting room was all set. or almost.
“who do we got here?” you didn't who was attended now
“let me check”
7 players this time.
Ousmane Dembele
Kylian Mbappe
Désiré Doué
Marcus Thuram
Michael Olise
Bradley Barcola
Maghnes Akliouche
“shit. him again?” actually, you were kinda expecting him to be here
“hold on, it's okay, you can handle this”
michael smiled when saw you. you rolled your eyes one more time cause you couldn't stand any of this.
“that's not right, petra should consult us before accepting offers.” you were obviously annoyed by that
“the thing is, petra is down for athletes. she loves sports teams, especially football teams.”
“that makes sense now..but i still want a collab with calvin klein.”
“wait- you didn't tell me about that..” of course you didn't tell her about that, because this idea just popped in your mind when you saw michael
“uh yeah, i forgot, i just remembered about that”
“it's okay but, why calvin klein especially?”
“it's a long damn story..” the famous calvin klein boxers...
“calvin klein huh? we also need a collab with england team..”
“god..just for djed spence and declan rice maybe? am i wrong alma?”
“girl, you forgot anthony gordon!” alma was truly unbelievable when it comes to footballers. she's the complete opposite of you.
“i gotta tell petra to make new collaborations with football teams”
“here we go again..” it really annoyed you because of course, you absolutely can't stand footballers.
when the shooting was over, you took a silent break in your office. no distractions. no noise. no alma. no michael (not yet). just you and your peace.
“fuck- can't believe they let me show up with those fuckass pimples on my face..” and when you were complaining, michael showed up. why...
“what. do you. want?” you were already upset, and now he's making it worse.
“i just came here to greet you”
“i'm not in the mood for greetings but anyway..hi.”
“uh, yeah hi..but that's not all”
“what do you want to tell me, now?”
“do you like.. basketball perchance?” he was actually trying to ask you on a date.
“are you asking me to go on a date with you?”
“if you can call it that...” michael expected you to say no at first, but he was still confident. and he had every right to stay confident.
“well..i don't really mind, so i accept to go to this date with you. but on one condition.”
“a condition?”
“yes. we just go to that basketball game together and nothing more will happen. got it?”
“uh, yeah, we can do that.” he was, a bit disappointed that nothing else will happen after, but nevermind.
on top of that, alma had to hear all of that. that little snoop. when he left, she stepped in, all surprised by your decision. like, you actually said yes, for the second time to michael and you'll still find a way to pretend you hate him.
“wait, you actually said yes? to him again? and you're gonna tell me you hate him?”
“i don't, hate him a hundred percent, he's a little cool”
“a little? only? you gotta be kidding me.” she did not believe what you could possibly be saying right now.
“please alma..and i said yes because he invited me to a basketball game.” you were trying to exonerate yourself as best you could, but you were giving yourself away.
“i know it's for him.” and she was kinda right.you shook your head in disagreement.
usually, alma would follow you to the ends of the earth, but not this time. you had to travel alone, to meet him alone. a basketball game..
spurs vs knicks
you weren't too keen at first, but how could you say no?
when you landed, he was waiting for you.
the date went well and surprise!
a little thank you kiss. from you to him. unexpected, but he liked loved it.
when you came back from your little trip, alma had so much news to give you like a new collaboration with england national team. whatever.
you weren't really in love with him. or at least you were just unsure.
you've been his personal stylist for one month now. and things could be so much complicated.
later after, victoria was impregnating your skin with vanilla.
Chapter 3 - no tears left to cry
oils and lotions making you smell like a sweet vanilla ice cream.
“it's the last day today”
“i know, and i'm kinda happy to finally go home.” you complained about the negative energy this place created since, that moment.
“if we go back home, the season will start over, and i won't see you, because you'll be following him everywhere, i'll be lonely”
“you'll come to his games, won't you?” victoria tried to comfort you the best she can, it almost worked.
“yeah.. but-” she silenced you with her index
“i'll be here. with you. next to you.” she hugged you from behind, kissing your neck.
“guess you're right, vicky.”
michael stepped in, caressing you all over your body.
“we're flying back home tonight, babe. you're ready?”
“yes. i'm ready, to spend time with you.” no. to spend time with victoria.
“only you and me.” he kissed you on the cheek.that's not what you wanted. but you had to deal with it anyway.
“i'll let you get ready, okay? i'll be downstairs.” when he finished his sentence, he went downstairs, joining the others.
“hey, let's join them.” you nodded, but something holder you back.
“i need you vicky..you. only you.” you were desperate for her. yearning. needy.
“i know.” she kissed you on the cheek, the same cheek michael kissed you on. “but remember, michael.”
“i feel bad for choosing him over you..”
“it's okay. you made a good choice.”when you both joined them, they were already eating.
carly was complaining about the temperature, darren was still arguing with debby, brandon was sleeping and michael somehow tried to talk to you, but you were too focused on vicky.
later in the afternoon, you took a cold bath in the jacuzzi, with michael obviously because he didn't want to let go off you. victoria joined you, nervous because he could be hateful.
“am i bothering?”
“depends on what you call bothering.” he kept a neutral tone, with a hint of suspicion.
“i don't really know”
the ambience was cold. as cold as this bath.
michael kept his arm around your shoulder, like a way to protect you. and though, he completely ignored what you did last night.
later in the afternoon, you all wandered on the beach. jet ski with carly this time.
“if i may, i heard you both last night” she just declared that, out of nowhere.
“oh my god..really? this is really embarrassing..” you felt so ashamed
“it's okay. it didn't bother me that much. you know, having an intimate moment with your partner is a right.”
“but carly, the thing is, it's like a forbidden relationship between me and her. i know that, if michael heard us, it would be over the next morning.”
guilt.
“you just have to make a proper decision. wether michael, or victoria. you can't live this life eternally. you gotta make a choice someday.” carly was right. you cant live that double life for long.
“i know, but i don't know who choose.”
“choose the one you're more attracted by. or let me say, the one who makes your heart race everytime.”
you remembered those words.
“thank you very much, carly.”
“oh, no problem. i'm here for that.”
vicky. oh vicky..
at the villa, everyone was packing for the flight. a little agitation, a little stress..
“oh noo, carly, my nail brokeee” debby cried in distress, again
“it's okay deb, you'll redo a manicure when we get home, ok?”
something interesting about carly, is that she always has a solution for everything. you can't die when she's nearby.
“noo, it's not okay!! it'll be so ugly and i can't wait for us to get back to fix it!!”
“man, shut the fuck up.” darren. his bratty ass hates mess. and noise.
“hey, michael, bro, have you seen my phone?” brandon is always disoriented and can never get things right.
“in your hand.” michael was slacking off on the couch, things already packed up.
“shit-”
victoria was helping you packing your own things, but she kinda made all the work..
the jet turned all silent. everyone was asleep. except you, michael and victoria. obviously.
she was making your skin care with michael glancing at you sometimes.
a little, instagram photo dump.
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and when you arrived. it didn't stop.
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home sweet home 🫧.
you've been around the rooms a bit, a bit to feel their freshness again. like you were gone for ten years.
“feels good to see home again.” you collapsed on the ground of the walk-in closet with all your shoes. a pretty white fur carpet. a small cylindrical room.
victoria followed you, lying next to you, her jacket still on her back.
“you deserve it.” she gently whispered in your ear.
“you know vicky, despite the ups and downs, the arguments with michael and everything else. i feel good with you.” you came closer to kiss her.
passionately.
“alright let's go. go upstairs, take a shower, relax. i know you're tired.” victoria got up, and as she did, you got up as well.
you did what she said, and slacked off on the bed. a cold glass of water in one hand.
now. you had to decide the one you wanted the most in your life right now.
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as soon as the next day started, you and michael had an heated argument, away from the noise, and from other people.
Chapter 2 - Love Potions
“why would you do this to me?” he was disappointed, really disappointed.
“do what to you?”
“kissing victoria, in front of me, like a wanton woman. i saw you on her lap. the others were sleeping, i wasthe only witness.”
“i don't remember any of this. maybe because i was just drunk”
“but, there's something i don't get. victoria was completely sober. when you fell asleep in her arms, she was still awake and completely aware of what was happening. why didn't she pulled you away?”
“she told me she didn't pulled me away because she didn't want to upset me. she didn't want to upset a drunk person.” michael was absolutely confused of what the fuck this reason could possibly be.
“how is it even a reason? it's the first time i hear shit like this. honestly.” he was utterly confused by that nonsense.
“but anyways, tell me, what does she represent to you?”
“she's my friend.”
“friends don't kiss each other. plus, she's my manager, she's your manager and she knows damn well you're my girlfriend. so why would she do that?”
“i told you already! and i'm sure, it didn't mean anything to her.” you were pissed by how michael was being.
“didn't mean anything to her you say? i hope it didn't.”
you remained silent, not liking the atmosphere.
“i'm going to give you an ultimatum. it's either her or me. who do you choose?” he kept a neutral expression, he wants you to make the right choice
“i-i choose you michael.” you were uncertain of that answer
“good. so, don't ever hurt me again. you and victoria are going to have to live like real friends, and real colleagues. do you get what i mean?”
“i do..”
“okay, you may leave.”
when you left, you felt a pressure in your chest, you had a knot in your stomach, you didn't want to betray her because you loved her.
so.. you'll just have to act “normally” with victoria from now on?
victoria, waiting, outside the room. you ran to her, and wrapped your arms around her.
“what did he say?” victoria looked down at you, with that beautiful look or hers.
“that we should just, act “normally” and also, he gave me an ultimatum. you, or him.”
“and who did you choose?”
“him. i'm sorry victoria, i know i messed up and i-” she instantly interrupted you
“dont' be sorry. of course you chose him because he's your man after all. i'm not mad.”
you looked up, seeing her smile
“wait..are you sure?”
“yeah. i'm completely sure. i know that it's not easy for him too.”
“oh my god, victoria, i don't know what to say, you're so amazing.” you had stars in your retina.
but despite everything, you needed more from her. and michael wanted more from you. he's not the clingy type usually, be he became really clingy.
always an arm on you. around your waist and all.
and to save you from this disastrous situation, due to this dysfunctional love triangle, carly has organized a girls' night out.
spa
shopping
beach
and it just repeated.
when you girls came back to the villa, the whole place was empty. indeed, the boys had a little night out too. they were just doing, boy things out there.
you took advantage of the situation to sneak away to your room with victoria.
“why do you bring me there? what if michael-”
you just cut her off.
“shh, we won't get caught. he's out with the boys and you know darren and brandon, they're being out all night.” you stroked her cheek, with such tenderness
“let me just..” you untied her bikini and grope her right boob.
“you know what bj lips says? i'll hex you and possess you.”
“and she also says, undress me, caress me, i just want you to fuck me.” victoria responded with such confidence. as she just bowed her head down to kiss you. “so just sex me.”
“i will.”
a slutty, passionate kiss.
you kept grabbing her busty boobs in your hand, leaving marks on her skin.
you made her sit on your bed. the bed you and michael sleep on.
she was more imposing than you, taller, but tonight, she was at your mercy.
you started licking her boobs and sucking on her nipples, making her moan
“oh, fuck-” she panted, fisting your hair.
“top ten things michael barely does with me, so let me do it with you.” you whispered, still licking her flesh.
“don't stop please.” she begged
“i won't.”
the area between her legs was sticky, she was wet already. you grabbed with your little finger the strap of her thong, pulling it down her knees.
“spread your legs for me.”
she complied. speechless.
“nice.” your started caressing over her body and kissing her inner thighs and her pussy.
“damn, baby, you're so damn wet already.” you licked her clit, several times, feeling the taste of her juice.
you gripped her fat glutes, scratching it and leaving marks. tracing over her stretch marks.
she moaned again, gripping your hair harder.
you slipped, one finger inside her, under her throbbing clit.
all the fibers of her body felt so good.
“oh fuck, victoria, you feel so good..”
“do you love what i do to you?” she couldn't answer, so you slid a second finger
“uhh, yess, i love it, i love it so much” an high pitched moan slipped out her pretty lips.
you sucked her clit, as you touched yourself with your free hand
“oh, fuck, you're making me wet too”
“vicky?”
“uh, yes?”
“can i ask you a question?” she just nodded.
you grope her ass, before slapping it, victoria bit her lip before an other moan could escape her lips
“please answer to me with words”
“y-yes.”
“who do you think, is wetter right now? mh? tell me babe.”
“i-i think it's, it's me”
“correct.” swallowed her fluids, fingering her harder.
“uhh, i'm gonna comee, pleaseee, don't stopp” she begged again
“i'm not stopping. not until you come for me, mama.”
“ohh, fuck babyy-” just for an unexpected orgasm to echo in the room
“good job, vicky” you straddled on her, fisting her hair this time, kissing her lustfully on the neck, sucking out her neck.
you started to move around on top of her.
“what if michael, sees us?”
“i don't care about michael right now. if he sees us, that he observes the spectacle.”
“i love you so much” she was out of breath, because of what you did to her.
“love you too vicky.” you said as you kissed her on the lips.
“hey”
“hm?”
“am i weird to like that double relationship you're living? being with michael during the day, and fucking me at night?”
“no. you're not weird for this. i usually despise cheating, but with you, it's something else. i like it too. really much.”
she quickly put on a bathrobe before returning to her room.
when michael came back, you signaled to sleep.
the morning felt, classical. you and victoria pretended nothing happened. you were living that little double life.
she yearned for you, more than she ever could. she loved you, you loved her.
warnings : wlw fluff, slow burn, bisexual stuff, bisexualf!reader, lil bit of cheating 🥲 (why...) , curse words, forbidden love, you're lowk freaky
you and michael were together, but who would have thought that your heart made its way to someone else?
Chapter 1 - Kiss of life
victoria, was the manager of you and michael, she's also a close friend. you never really knew what was happening, but something deep inside you, wanted her, more than him.
michael thought he was the one, but he never really was.
you three spent a little time in a villa by the sea in turks and caicos. michael is the one who chose this place.
there was a little party in the evening and victoria was alone with you, helping you getting ready. she was tying up your bikini and fixing your hair, you were lost in your thoughts. very lost.
having her hands on you felt so incredible..
“hey. what's wrong?” she has such a sweet voice, you'd think you were listening to a goddess.
“nothing. it's okay vicky, no worries” she started tracing over your body with her acrylic nails. pale pink and white.
“your body looks great in a bikini, you have a beautiful skin and your curves are harmonious.” your whole senses froze.
“th-thank you..”
“no problem” she addressed you a pretty smile, filled with kindness.
“god..i didn't do my makeup already..” you wanted victoria to do it for you.
“don't worry, i'll do it for you.” mission accomplished.
“you're a sweetheart, thank you vicky.”
“all for you. come here.” as you sat down at the dressing table, she was standing, next to you, focused on the makeup accessories.
her pretty back, her pretty hair, her pretty ass.
“damn, i could only just-” you whispered something inaudible, she couldn't even hear you. she instantly turned towards you.
she started doing your makeup. fragile and slow movements. the brushes slightly tickling your face. her arms squirming made you bite your lip.
when she was done, she handed the hand mirror to you
“damn, look at you. you're adorable! michael will love your pretty face” you smiled back, but he wasn't on your mind right now.
“thank you again, vicky”
“it always gives me pleasure to help others.”
there was a little powder on the dressing table, she grabbed some stuff to clean this up. you watched something. her boobs squirming a bit at her movements.
“do you need some help?”
“no it's okay, it's just a little powder, not much.” and when all of this was finished, michael got in, flowers in his hand. petunias.
“for you, sweetheart” even though, you preferred orchids, they say attention is what counts. so you gave a tiny smile.
“thank you so much babe”
“i mean, it's the bare minimum, but you're welcome” he leaved you both, joining carly and brandon.
alone with your muse.
“i think we should join them, what do you think?” joining them wasn't in your plans for now, you wanted more time alone with her.
“uh, wouldn't you like to enjoy the drafts in the room a little longer? i mean, it's really hot outside..” an excuse, invented from scratch.
“hmm, yeah, good idea, let's stay here a little bit longer. and i didn't change yet” she pulled up her top, revealing her lace bra.
“come on, let me take this off for you” she let you do it. you took off her bra, letting her ample boobs fall under the effect of gravity.
“ouhh, shit. feels better now. just for me to put on another bra after but nevermind.”
“it's not the same thing you know” you respond, as you start caressing over her back, shoulders up to shoulder blades and your fingers brushing the bottom of her boobs.
“judging by how you've got your hands on me, you should give me a massage one day.” she teased you, just friendly.
“why not today? lie down on a deckchair, i'll give you a massage by the sea.”
“okay, go ahead. i give you permission.”
“the stress of work must surely be tensing your muscles. relax today.” when victoria changed, you both joined michael and the others.
carly getting her hair done by an employee, brandon showing dumb videos to michael, debby and darren arguing again, and you massaging victoria.
she let out some groans of satisfaction, humming sounds or mumbles.
“you like it?” you were straddling her back, felling every muscle.
“hmm, yes. you have magical hands. don't ever stop” you put her in a state of ecstasy. you were in ecstasy too. victoria loved what you were doing to her. you loved what you were doing to her because you waited something like this.
michael heard the pleased sounds she was making, and got a bit confused. you would never massage him like that. the pressure and love that you exerted on her with your hands, you did not exert on him.
but he thought that, she's just a friend to you, so he didn't have to worry about anything, but he was wrong. you were for her since the beginning.
she lifted her legs on your back, you felt her heels on your spine. once you finished, you sat on the deckchair next to her.
“how was it?”
“heavenly.”
“glad it pleased you.”
carly stepped closer to you both with two glasses of whiskey.
“heyy! wanna drink some?”
“kind of you, thanks” you grabbed the glass from her hand, just for victoria to grab the other one.
“i think michael is becoming a little jealous of you two” carly whispered sitting between you.
“he's been glancing at you, since earlier”
“there's none to be jealous about, though...” that was her thought at first
“yeah, right”
once evening hits. one-life. some jet ski on the sunset while nobody is on the beach, paddle, kite surfing, loud music.
Gunna
Future
Playboi Carti
Lil Uzi Vert
etc.
all this feels like a dream.
all the excitement.
and all the regrets.
“consequences, repercussions, karma keep on changing me”
everyone was drunk. not michael. not victoria.
when everyone got back to the villa it got messed up with people digress, talking shit and you, on victoria's back.
we could think nothing wrong could ever happen here because you were all drowsy. but no. something you would later regret. something that could definitely cost you your relationship. oh man...
straddling the knees of michael victoria, wagging on her. with her, eyes nearly shut. your face too close to her. a little peck, that turned into a whole makeout. you horrified someone. not vicky. but mike.
he was the only one straight out here, he was still fully conscious while you were completely unaware.
adultery.
was it really you? or was it someone else? he couldn't tell.
damn. ari should make a song about this.
the next morning was tough. really tough.
he kept ignoring you all day. he felt betrayed. you cheated on him, it was a thing. cheating on him with a woman, was another thing.
he didn't recognize you anymore. and he was also angry with victoria. he felt betrayed by you both.
you didn't want to lose him. you wanted to talk to him about it. if he wanted to.
“why do you keep ignoring her all day?” darren asked, a bit worried.
“because she betrayed me and failed me. don't ask me the reason, i don't want to waste my breath talking about that.”
he was radical. give your reasons, ask for forgiveness. otherwise, it's over.
“if you don't want to be with me, go find your girlfriend and stay away from me.” these were the words he said. cold.
the holidays were becoming increasingly complicated. this is all bullshit.
you broke him. you felt pitiful.
“it's my fault.”
no. not really. one does not choose their sexual orientation. you loved someone else at the same time as michael. that's all. it was forbidden love, but you still loved that forbidden love.
yes you hurt him but hey, it'll be fine. because i always find a solution.
warnings : not today 😜 or maybe a little slow burn, ennemies to lovers shit
Chapter 1
you were never really onto footballers. you almost hated them but clearly hated them. you just want a chill life with no fuss, no damn headlock. u like cute chalent guys but the one we call “mr nonchalant” likes you.
they called you so that your brand could do an advertising campaign with footballers. you said no at first, but alma was ready to do it.
you check the list. some french players were intended to that project.
Jules Kounde (the most fashioned one)
Kylian Mbappe
Désiré Doué
Ousmane Dembele
Michael Olise
“damn..” you unfolded the paper, turned the pages again and again. we put your name next to michael's, which means he was going to be your guinea pig. “out of all the people, why him?” you huffed desesperately
“who do you got alma?”
“i got jules, and you?”
“lucky you!! i got michael, i swear he and i are not going to get along. he's so boring...”
“give him a chance. you know, he's just a little introverted. he's a shy little guy.”
“is it supposed to be a campaign featuring snow white and the seven dwarfs?” you were complaining about it because the complete opposite of michael.
alma couldn't do anything but laugh. “you know, i would love to have michael, he has great fashion sense.”
“fashion sense my ass. yeah sure, and soulja boy is my brother.”
“oh my god, girl, don't be harsh on him, okay? don't attempt murder, don't torture him and all. okay? be kind, please.”
“i can't promise anything, but i'll try.” even though you won't try anything.
petra, the manager, has brought them in.
“jeez..i'm not ready man.”
“it'll be okay” alma reassured you, or at least, she tried.
“you can say that, you got jules. i have sasuke.”
when michael got into your office, full of new outfits you made, sewing tools, prototypes and michelle, your low sized model, smoking a blunt in a random corner.
“hey mich, my mannequin is here”
“good luck with him” michelle left you alone with him
when he stepped in, you pretended you were focused on something else.
“hello there. i'm michael.” he looked around to see if anyone was there, before seeing you
“hm. get in. i'll be yours in two seconds.” and when you finished doing your nothing, you got up from you chair and stepped closer to him. “i got your stuff all made. shoes, accessories and all. made with my hands so don't judge.”
“i ain't judging, i'm sure you're talented.”
“quit that flirting boy”
“no flirting here, i'm honest.” it made you roll your eyes hearing this.
“alright, buddy, take these off”
he was a bit embarrassed to undress in front of anyone, he took another look at you before taking off his things.
calvin klein boxers. you took a quick look at his ass before looking up over his athletic body.
you took his measurements and all, you had him try on some of the outfits.
“damn, he's tall” you just whispered to yourself
“hm? did you say some?”
“nah, you're just hearing voices, man”
“tell me if i tighten too much”
“it's fine, i fit well in these, is it custom-made? just for me?”
“ugh, shut up” you gave a disgusted look, not liking it.
once all this finished, you got him into the shooting room
alma got back, a pair of scissors in her hand, scissors sharp enough to kill someone.
you looked at her, looked at the scissors, looked at her again and an idea
“oh my god, kill him, kill him i won't tell nobody.”
“girl, please..” she looked over you, amused by your childish behavior. “come on mike, i'm just cutting this for you” she cut a little un sewed thread
the shooting was nice, buy it annoyed you because michael kept glancing at you teasingly, smiling at you and all.
“ew..why he's looking at me like that?” you whispered your thoughts to alma, disturbed somehow..
“i guess little boy is in love with you, girl”
“no way alma.” you would rather die than imagine that he was in love with you.
after that, you were eating something sweet with alma, listening to music and all, michael got to you.
“hey, it's me again. am i bothering you both?”
“yes. you're bothering us.” you really didn't wanna talk to him. of course not.
“he's not bothering me”
“i just thought about, let's stay in touch, i need a personal stylist, if you're ever interested...”
you shook your head to decline, but alma didn't agree
“girl, say yes, he's handsome, he's talented, he dresses well, you're going to love him!!” alma didn't want to give up. seeing you with michael would be such a dream to her.
you sighed, you didn't want to have anything with that idiot, but you still accepted, to make alma happy.
he left, smiling to you before joining his teammates.
“man, what the fuck did you put me into?”
“you're going to love it. trust me honey.” you shrugged, a bit unsure about being with him.
“i can't stand that tall dreadhead, alma. i won't fucking survive..” alma ran a lazy hand in your hair.
“he's into you damn bad. just text him then”
“what's his ig?” you grabbed your phone, looking over instagram.
“i think it's m.olise something like that.”
you followed him on ig, he followed you back and he instantly dm'ed you.
whatever what he did to get your number, but still got it anyway and texted you again
“damn bro, you know what you're doing, and you said you hated him” alma mocked you seeing that you want him to pick you up
“just for him to leave me alone”
“stop the cap” she bursted out laughing because obviously, you're lying.
michael picked you up, bringing you to a sneakers shop
“so, stylist, tell me, i need some new shoes, just guide me”
“oh, so you think it gonna be like this every time?” you felt kinda offended, like is he using you? obviously, he's not, but that's how you saw it.
“no, no, of course not, i'm sorry if it offended you” that was the last thing he wanted, to hurt you.
“you lowkey did, but it's fine i guess..”
you still chose a good pair of sneakers for him
“do you like those?”
“uh yeah, they're cool” he was watching the pair, glanced at you with a tiny smile
“they're pretty..” he zoned out for a bit, before whispering to himself “just like you.”
“what the fuck did you say?”
“huh? nothing, maybe you're hearing things too”
ragebaiter is ragebaited.
you started imitating him in a dumb tone, it actually made him laugh.
he brought you home, you felt his cologne in his car, it came on your clothes.
“thank you dreadhead” you got out of his car, with a smile
“oh so you can smile?” he teased, knowing damn well he barely smiled himself, what a bummer
“i'm not you”
when you came back home, with alma flipping through a random vogue magazine
“how was it with your man?”
“it's not my man, he's my customer.”
“so, your man.”
“shut up, girl” it made you laugh because, of course you feel nothing for now on, but he's already making his way to you
you both are soulmates, you can't deny it.
future lovers.
you will find each other, and you were made for each other. you didn't know it yet, but michael did.
he gave you new ideas for your next projects. maybe a new collection. “mike's interlude”
you talked to alma about it, made fun about you but still worked with you.
when the collection came out, he actually wore it. but you hated seeing him in your inspiration.
like, new posts on ig showing off with his new fits, made by you.
“are we deadass” you didn't like it. or at least, not entirely.
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