summary: youre a 23 years old french girl that offer your service and get mainly contacted by famous person or campanies. Yet this time you got contacted by the national french team.
warnings: fluff. m!character gets hard accidentaly.
a/n: I had so much fun writing that! I cant wait to write more omg!! go request! Im open to smut, fluff, angst and everything.
Michael never though he’d ever had to take classes again.
yet here he was, waiting for his new teaches to get online, his laptop was on his desk, he was looking at himself trough the camera, waiting for the instructor. He was expecting an old french man, angry and annoyed at anything yet—
here she was, his new instructor, a young girl, probably younger than him, her smile was soft and it looked like her eyes were smiling aswell, michael just looked at her.
"hello..? michael right?"
she repeated, a hint of amusement in her voice, not mocking just amused.
"right, right. sorry. youre.. Y/N?
"I am! Ill be your french instructor for.. a year or so!"
he looked at her, she was pretty. dare he say the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. he nodded.
"I was not expecting.. someone so young.."
he admitted quietly, for the first time his camera wasnt on the big screen, it was yours. he.. admired you.
"oh I get it a lot! but I was born and raised in france! so I know pretty well how to speak! dare I say totally actually!"
you said, giggling softly. a hand sliding to your neck, cheeks turning slightly pink, not wanting to sound arrogant.
he nodded, looked at your camera, you tilted your head.
"something’s wrong michael?"
his eyes widened, did she caught him staring? he was probably looking like a creep.
you nodded and smiled warmly— to warmly it was intoxicating even trough a simple screen.
"okay! then we’ll start! is that okay with you?"
you said, already searching what to do first.
he was looking at your background. It looked like an hotel.
he said, his hands fidgeting with his lips like he always did.
you said still searching for those papers.
"sorry if that sounds.. inappropriate. but are you in a hotel room?"
you looked at the camera and looked behind you.
"you have great eyes. I do actually, I was teaching french to another celebrity back here in New York. oh and to inform you.."
you pulled out your phone, he assumed you were going to note app or calendar.
"Ill fly to Boston tonight, so the class will be more efficient. I was supposed to fly there last night but the flight got delayed due to weather."
"oh right. tomorrow. so whats the hour then? for tomorrow"
he said softly, you looked at him and giggled.
"right! sorry Im not yet used to.. pm and am!"
"I understand. Ill help with that and youll help with french."
you laughed, his eyes widened slightly.. he made you laugh? god your laugh was the prettiest melody he’d ever heard. his ears turned slightly pink. not visible trough the laptop camera. Trough the whole call he tried to make you laugh, everytime he did, his lips tilted up.
Michael took your number so he could know when you arrive in Boston he said. he know it wasnt the reason. You took your flight, you arrived to Boston and a private driver for the national french team came to pick you up.
you messaged him as he asked you, you didnt had time to turn off your phone that the answer came almost instantly.
Michael (french teaching): "alright, text me when you get there."
you liked his message. he felt his heart beat slightly faster than it should have.
you didnt even texted him that michael was already at the front of the hotel. he helped you with your bags and stuff, dismissing the people payed for that some how.
you said as he took almost all your bags, only letting you keep your little purse. yet you smiled.
you both went to your room. your room was on floor 4. You both arrived inside.
"whats your floor michael?"
his eyes widened slightly at the use of his name on your lips, it felt like a blessing, seeing your lips move to create a sound escaping your lips as « michael » almost madd his heart skip a beat.
he said almost instantly, you giggled softly.
you said looking up at him. he jumped slightly as his phone rang. he sighed and muttered an insult you couldnt quite recognize under his breath.
"wait its the coach.. sorry."
he answered and you just looked at him.
"allo? yeah.. ah.. right sorry coach. comin’"
he hung up and he sighed, you let out a soft laugh.
"sorry. we ll see each other at lunch mh?"
he stayed there looking at your eyes. you let out a half embarassed half amused giggle.
"you probably should go. duty calls remember?"
his eyes widened and he nodded. he started to walk away.
"see you Y/N.. amuse toi bien.. ranger tes affaires." (have fun tidying up your things)
"merci michael. bon entrainement."
his smile turned almost excited he finally left, you looked at your door longer than you needed. you let out a soft chuckle and went to close the door. you organized your things before lying down on the couch.
You walked down to eat, feeling hungry, you closed your eyes a second and it was enough to bump into someone. It was rayan cherki.
he said absently, taking a look at you before turning around again, eyes opened wide.
"oh putain.. t’es qui? enfin pardon. vous etes qui.. vous travaillez ici?" (oh fuck.. who are you? I mean sorry. who are you.. do you work here?)
"oh oui! je suis une prof de francais!" (oh yeah Im a french teacher)
his eyes widened even more and he let out a laugh.
"une prof de francais pour l’équipe de france?" (a french teacher for the french national team?)
"michael. Im here for michael to improve"
he nodded and went back to choosing his food. Michael obviously saw the interaction. the way you were friendly with anyone. he felt a pang in his heart.. jealousy? no he couldn’t feel that for a girl he met last day. your eyes drifted around the cafeteria and found michael’s, his gaze already on you. you smiled, he smiled and you turned back to choosing your food. it was that simple, a soft smile, polite even. hi ears turning pink. Thankfully no one could tell due to his hair. you had to sit next to the staff, you befriended everyone, everyone liking your bubbly and friendly behavior toward them.
you finished eating and went to the « chill room » or whatever, where everyone was playing gales etc, probably to digest. your eyes stopped on michael, he was sitting alone on a couch, you sat next to him.
he looked over at you, shyly. being in « public » making him even more shy than he was normally.
"how was lunch! what did you took?"
he turned off his phone and he turned to look at you, his knee touched yours softly.
"rice, vegetables and I took the beef. et toi..?"
he said almost avoiding eye contact, his eyes drifting to around the room.
"I took the rice too! I took the chicken and no vegetables for me tho.. I tried the carrot soup! you should try it!!"
you said happyli, turning even more to him, making your knee press against his. he looked down at both your knees, his finger curved under his palm.
"Ill try it at dinner if there’s still sum’. do you not like vegetables..?"
"not the one proposed at least!"
you both talked until the afternoon practice came, he walked you to the elevator, waiting it with you. as you waited the elevator, he looked at you, taking in your side profil, the way your lips always looked like they were smiled, your resting face looking soft, you looked down at your shoes, a strand of hair falling in your face, Michael slid it behind you ear. You turned your head to look at him and smiled, your cheeks turned pink.
his eyes widened and he moved his hand out of your face, going back to his pockets.
the elevator arrived and you waved him goodbye, he nodded at you before walking awqy, his lips tilted up to the side, he did extra good at training, his smile staying on his face, he always thought about how you would be if you were always at his trainings. would you cheer on him? would you wear his jersey? would you only say his name or cheer on others? his mind filled with questions. A coach called him out, he had to left training early for his french class, he got back to the hotel
he was standing outside your room. he knocked and you called out.
"j’arrive!" (Im coming!)
you opened the door and found michael looking almost nervous.
you smiled and he entered, he stopped behind you, waiting.
"Michael maintenant qu’on est officiellement en cours, on ne parlera sur francais ok?" (Michael, now that we are officially in class, we’re gonna speak only french ok?)
he nodded, understanding because you spoke slowly, turned to him, lips enunciating clearly.
"d’accord. pas de soucis." (okay. no problem.)
he said with his thick english accent. You couldnt escape the thought that his accent was attractive, his face looked focused when he spoke french. you walked to your couch, where in front, on the coffee table was a bunch of papers.
the class was over, your phone ringing
"good job michael, youve got excellent base. and you learn fast."
he let out a breath he didnt know he was holding as you spoke english again.
"yeah, thanks. my mom spoke french to me sometimes."
you nodded while organizing your papers.
"well thats great michael."
you stood up, your hand going on his thigh for support you didnt even noticed but he did.. his dick did. it twitched slightly, he felt it harden and stood up quickly.
"right! well. see you Y/N."
he said almost in a hurry. his shoulder tensed, you didnt questioned it more and jusg nodded at him.
hos eyes closed briefly as he left, he took the stairs, running to go back to his room, hoping no one see him and thankfully no one did, he let out a sigh as he entered his room. he locked the door and went to take a cold shower. one thing about michael was that he didnt often jerked himself. he had sex, yeah. but he didnt really thought that masturbating was something so helpfull and he felt dirty after doing it. in the shower his hand went down on him for the first time in probably months, he jorked himself slowly, going faster, his hand going on the cold shower tiles, he grunted his mind only on you, imagining his hand was yours or better— your mouth. he suddenly came, his eyes rolled back. he felt so guilty but so good.
It was dinner time. Michael couldnt stop thinking about you and his shower. he actually tried to avoid you by going directly when the cafeteria opened. anyway you couldnt eat at the same table he thought. he finally sat at his seat when he saw you enter the cafeteria, you had a messy bun and you were wearing a sweater that fell off one of your shoulder, exposing your collarbone. his eyes widened, he never ate his plate as quickly. he looked up at you while eating and you felt it. you turned around and waved at him. his eyes drifted back to his plate. your hand stayed in the air. your brows furrowed slightly, you felt a pang in your heart— why was he ignoring you..? did you crossed a line you shouldn’t have? your mind filled with question and when you turned back to Michael while you were walking to you seat, he was gone.
