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What ab the reader and Michael are cuddling in bed (nothing explicit) and he’s acting sooo clingy to her and shes like Michael you have training and he’s like I don’t wanna gooooo as he mumbles it in the crook of her neck. And she’s like ‘Michael.’ Then he’s like ‘okay okay five more minutes
Five more minutes
Fluff
Michael olise x f!reader
The alarm goes off at exactly 7:00 a.m.
Neither of you move.
Well.
You try to.
Unfortunately, Michael Olise has practically attached himself to you sometime during the night.
One arm around your waist.
One leg thrown over yours.
Face buried in the crook of your neck.
Completely impossible to escape.
"Michael."
A sleepy hum is your only response.
"The alarm."
"Mhm."
"You have training."
"Mhm."
You wait.
Nothing happens.
He somehow manages to hold you even closer.
"Michael."
"I know."
His voice is muffled against your neck.
"You should get up."
"No."
You laugh quietly.
"No?"
"No."
Michael's arms tighten around your waist slightly.
Like he's worried you might actually leave if he loosens his grip.
"Training will still be there tomorrow."
"That's not how training works."
"I think it is."
"You literally play football for a living."
"Unfortunately."
You can hear the smile in his voice.
A few moments pass.
The room is still warm and quiet.
The rain taps softly against the window outside.
Honestly?
You understand why he doesn't want to move.
It's comfortable.
Too comfortable.
Still.
"Michael."
"No."
"Michael."
He groans dramatically into your shoulder.
"You say my name like a disappointed teacher."
"Because you're acting like one of my students."
That finally gets a laugh out of him.
A sleepy one.
The kind that only happens when he's barely awake.
Then silence again.
You assume he's fallen back asleep.
Until—
"I don't wanna go."
The words come out completely muffled against your neck.
You smile immediately.
"You're twenty-four."
"And?"
"You sound five."
"I feel five."
You laugh and gently run your fingers through his curls.
That definitely doesn't help.
If anything, he moves even closer.
Which shouldn't be physically possible.
Yet somehow Michael manages it.
"You're making this difficult."
"Good."
"Michael."
This time he lifts his head slightly.
His eyes are still half-closed.
Hair completely messy.
Looking far softer than the calm, unreadable footballer everyone else knows.
"Okay."
You raise an eyebrow.
"Okay?"
"Okay."
A pause.
Then:
"Five more minutes."
"There it is."
"What?"
"The negotiation."
Michael smiles lazily before dropping his head back onto your shoulder.
"Five."
"You said that ten minutes ago."
"This is a new five."
"That's not a thing."
"It is today."
You shake your head while laughing quietly.
For someone who's normally so calm and composed, he's surprisingly clingy first thing in the morning.
Especially on training days.
A few moments later, you feel him relax completely against you.
Almost asleep again.
"Michael."
"No."
"You promised."
A dramatic sigh.
The biggest sigh you've ever heard.
Then finally, after another minute, he sits up.
Slowly.
Like getting out of bed is the hardest thing he's ever done.
"This is terrible."
"You'll survive."
"Debatable."
You laugh as he stands and stretches.
But before leaving the room, he walks back over to the bed.
"What are you doing now?"
Instead of answering, Michael leans down and presses a quick kiss to your forehead.
Then another.
Just because.
"There."
"There what?"
"Now I can go."
You stare at him.
"You're ridiculous."
"Mhm."
Yet he's smiling as he finally heads for the door.
And somehow, despite all the complaining, you know he'll be counting the hours until he gets to come back and do it all over again. 🤍☁️✨
guys omg, i was thinking of a senario (imagine) where reader asks aurèlièn to look after her son/daughter, while she goes to the grocery store or something but aurèlièn is scared of her kid not liking him, till they start to get along with eachother. should i make one after my hiatus???
summary: when the heat is too hot and your boyfriend decides to make a refreshing surprise
may contain spelling and translation errors!
The summer in Paris had a peculiar way of turning the “City of Light” into a golden furnace. The asphalt of the avenues seemed to pulse beneath the July heat, and the air, usually filled with the aroma of coffee and car exhaust, now carried the sweet scent of linden blossoms and the lingering smell of sunscreen. For Isadora Beauvoir Marx, the heat was a silent enemy that tested the British patience inherited from her father, while her French half tried, unsuccessfully, to maintain elegance in the midst of the thirty-four-degree temperatures punishing the capital.
—Mon Dieu, Désiré, if you tell me one more time that training was under the sun and that I shouldn’t be complaining, I swear I’ll throw you into the Seine.
You muttered, brushing the back of your hand across your damp forehead.
You were sitting in the passenger seat of Désiré’s car, an air-conditioned luxury vehicle that was the only reason you hadn’t suffered a nervous breakdown yet. You wore a light, short white linen dress, and your hair was tied up in a deliberately messy high bun, exposing the nape of your neck where a few stubborn strands clung to your skin.
Désiré Doué, on the other hand, seemed completely at home. The PSG Golden Boy had one arm resting on the window, his fingers tapping the steering wheel to the rhythm of a French rap song playing softly on the radio. He wore only a black tank top that highlighted his defined muscles, tanned skin, and tattoos, all of which seemed to glow beneath the sun.
— Calme-toi, Princesse. — He laughed, flashing that easy, self-assured smile that always disarmed you. — I only said that you’re beautiful when you’re irritated. The heat makes you piquante.
— Piquante? — You raised an eyebrow, your sarcasm as sharp as ever. — I’m melting, Désiré. My brain is turning into fondue. Where are you taking us? If there isn’t water involved, I’m jumping out of this moving car.
— Promis! — He promised, casting you a quick yet intense glance. — We’re going to a refuge. A place where journalists don’t go and where my girlfriend can stop complaining for five minutes and enjoy the sun.
You had been officially together long enough that each other’s presence felt as natural as breathing. The phase of stolen kisses in the Jardin des Tuileries had given way to a solid companionship, although discretion remained the golden rule due to his meteoric rise to fame. But that day, Désiré didn’t want to think about game tactics or the pressure from supporters. He only wanted you.
He drove out of the bustling city center toward a private property on the outskirts of Boulogne-Billancourt, owned by a friend of the Doué family who was traveling. It was a villa hidden behind high walls and ivy-covered fences, with a garden that looked like an Impressionist painting and, most importantly, an infinity pool reflecting the flawless blue of the Parisian sky.
As soon as the electronic gate closed behind you, the silence and cool shade of the trees wrapped around the car. You sighed, feeling the tension leave your shoulders.
— Enfin, amour!
You whispered.
— Do you like it, ma belle?
Désiré parked and turned off the engine, turning toward you.
— It’s acceptable… — you replied, though your eyes sparkled with relief. — Now move. I need water.
You got out of the car and headed toward the pool area. The gentle sound of water spilling over the edge was music to your ears. Désiré, however, wasn’t looking at the pool. He was watching you as you set your straw bag on one of the loungers and began unbuttoning your linen dress.
— Aren’t you going to change in the dressing room?
He asked, his voice suddenly a shade deeper as he leaned against a stone pillar.
You paused, the dress already half open, revealing the thin straps of an emerald-green bikini that contrasted perfectly with your skin. You shot him a challenging look, the kind that said you knew exactly the effect you had on him.
— Why would I? There’s nobody here, Désiré. Just the two of us. And the trees.
You finished removing the dress and let it fall onto the lounger.
Doué felt his throat go dry. You were petite, but every curve seemed sculpted with a precision that left him breathless. The bikini was minimalist, tied with delicate bows at the hips, and the confidence with which you moved—that blend of reserve and audacity—was what fascinated him most.
— Putain…
He muttered under his breath, a curse that always slipped out whenever he lost control of his words.
You smiled, a crooked smile, genuinely amused.
— What is it, baby? Lost your voice? I thought you were the expert when it came to handling pressure.
Désiré took a few steps toward you, the heat of the sun now competing with the warmth rising through his chest. He stopped only inches away, intoxicated by the scent of lavender and sun-warmed skin.
— The pressure at the Parc des Princes is nothing compared to you in that bikini, Princesse.
His voice was rough.
He reached out and lightly touched your waist, where your skin was soft and warm.
— You’re beautiful.
You felt the familiar flutter in your stomach. No matter how much sarcasm you used as armor, the way Désiré looked at you—as though you were the only thing that mattered in the world—always managed to break through your defenses. You placed your hands against his chest, feeling his accelerated heartbeat beneath the tank top.
— Less talking, Doué. — you whispered, moving your face closer to his. — I want to swim.
— So do I.
He replied, but before you could pull away, he drew you into a kiss.
It was a kiss that tasted like summer: warm, urgent, and deep. Désiré held you firmly, as if he wanted to preserve that moment, that peace, that feeling that you belonged to him as much as he belonged to you. When you finally parted, both of you were slightly breathless.
He removed his tank top and shorts in quick movements, revealing the athlete’s physique that made him one of the most sought-after footballers in Europe. But there, beneath that sun, he wasn’t PSG’s star player; he was simply the boy who had loved you long before everything began.
— Race to the water?
He challenged, his eyes gleaming with his usual competitiveness.
— You have legs that are practically two meters long, Désiré! That’s unfair.
You protested, though you were already running.
You dove in almost simultaneously, the shock of cool water against sun-heated skin provoking surprised shrieks and laughter. The pool was an oasis. The next hour was spent playing like children, Désiré trying to dunk you underwater while you retaliated with perfectly aimed splashes, calling him a “spoiled boy” while he called you an “irritated little mermaid.”
Eventually, the heat and the playfulness left you both tired, and you drifted toward the edge of the pool. You rested your arms on the marble ledge, gazing at Paris in the distance, the Eiffel Tower standing like a sentinel on the hazy horizon.
— C’est parfait.
Murmured Désiré, pulling you closer against him beneath the water.
— Yeah…
You agreed, resting your head on his shoulder.
— Sometimes I forget how beautiful Paris can be when we’re not trying to run away from someone.
Désiré kissed the top of your head.
— I wish every day could be like this. No training sessions, no cameras. Just me, you, and that bad mood of yours that I love.
You nudged him lightly with your elbow.
— I don’t have a bad mood. I have personality. It’s different.
— Bien sûr, Madame.
He laughed, using the title that always made you blush, reminding you of the promise represented by the rings you both still carried, even if they weren’t always visible.
— But admit it… you like it when I bring you to places like this. You like being my Princesse.
You sighed, closing your eyes and enjoying the warmth of the sun on your face and the coolness of the water around your body. Turning in his arms, you wrapped your arms around Désiré’s neck, your fingers disappearing into his damp curls.
— I like being with you, Désiré. The place doesn’t matter that much.
You paused, your sarcasm returning in a whisper.
— But the pool definitely helps. And watching you make an effort to please me is an excellent bonus.
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dèsirè wins his second ucl and you come to the field to celebrate with him and his family!
dèsirè douè x black!reader // imagine
warnings: fluff, very short!!!
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author's note: i'm so sorry for the rushed fanfic and the fact that it looks 'mid', i'm currently trying to study for my final exams till i'm finally free next week or so — check out the poll if you want to participate, i'm also making another aurèlièn headcanon and a jobe headcanon very soon.
-> 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡
ending the match with 1-1 (4-3) against arsenal, you quickly went downstairs on the main pitch with your boyfriend's family, to congratulate him for the victory.
you were currently waiting for dez to finish off his interview, whilst holding onto his sister's hands protectively, keeping her away from the spotlight.
you then took a quick glance at him and my god ...... he looked so damn attractive after that match, it almost felt like you were so lucky yo have him..
after the interview had ended, dèsirè notices you and his family on the field from afar, and starts walking towards your direction.
he firstly went to interact with his parents and siblings, as smiles instantly grew across their faces. you almost felt butterflies in your stomach, admiring the wholesome sight, you loved him.
dèsirè wraps an arm around your west gently, giving you a soft peck on your cheek, making you chuckle a bit while he continues greeting everyone else and celebrating with his teammates as you stay by his side. what a busy man.
"congrats baby, i'm so proud of you.", you whisper to his ears wrinkling a smile, as your arms were wrapped around his shoulders.
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warnings: fluff, suggestive, mentions of making out and possessiveness
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-> 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡
bf!aurèlien is such a tease sometimes.... broski literally enjoys kissing you, though a few kisses may end up you guys just making out with eachother!!!! he also would bite your lower lip gently just for fun, making your cheeks burn just to how super close his body is to yours.
expect lots of pda throughout this relationship. especially in public near fans, but i wouldn't really see aurèlien as clingy though, he's more touchy than attached.
bf!aurèlien speaking of being 'touchy', has a thing for wrapping his arms around your waist and would probably grab your ass just to piss you off, or even plant kisses onto your neck, almost making you giggle
"omg rèlien, let go i'm busy go away" you say, whilst trying to push him away, giggling.
aurèlien doesn't budge and places one of his large hands above your small chin gently. "i think i'm staying here with my y/n."
HE DOES RESPECT BOUNDARIES BUT HE JUST LOVES TOUCHING YOU FOR SOME REASON
in the mornings, bf!aurèlien would literally frown if you have to wake up earlier than usual — work for an example, but he will eventually understand.
bf!aurèlien would wear a bracelet that you made specifically for him, that he would never take off. he would most definitely wear it everywhere, including training. — cute.
bf!aurèlien would be such a sofite for youu. yes a softie
if you force him to do something with you, he may eventually give in, only because he loves you and finds you adorable. bf!aurèlien also loves listening to what you ramble/rant to him, if you're at trouble, he'll be there for you no matter what.
rèlien actually enjoys taking selfies with you, he wants to make memories with what's his.
bf!aurèlien will scold you if you haven't been looking aftering yourself lately, he just wants his girl to be healthy!! it he does find out, he will immediately come home from training, just to look after you.
if you need help braiding your hair, let bf!aurèlien help you with that
bf!aurèlien loves it when you steal and wear his clothes, he seems not to mind that at all. please wear his jersey when you come for his matches, if he finds you in the crowd, he'll just give you a '👍🏽' with a wink 😉😉😉😉 (WTF) to it, he finds you hot in his clothes.
whenever you guys get into an argument, bf!aurèlien would go out to the shops, just to come back with expensive flowers, your favourite snacks, and a note saying “i'm sorry”
this boy loves you very very much, reader and you should know that. ฅ՞•ﻌ•՞ฅ