swaggiest swaggy swag

- sub!michael does whatever you want. You can ask him whatever and he’ll do it without complaining and hesitating. He’s like a puppy, he’ll fetch anything for you.

- sub!michael loves when you control him and give him attitude. It makes him love you even more. He just smirks and obey you. Once, he called you ma’am in front of his teammates and they had teased him endlessly.

- sub!michael most of the time follows you around. In your shared home, he always wants to be close to you and in the same room as you. If you ever change room for whatever reason, best believe he’ll follow you a few seconds later.

- sub!michael who craves for your validation. Even if you have been together for quite some time, he’ll try to impress you and make you proud. Most of the time it’s because you reward him with a soft kiss and a pat on the cheek; he’s a sucker for them.

- with sub!michael, the social roles are kind of reversed. Even though you guys agree that you have a 50/50 relationship, you’re always the one to have the last word. He doesn’t even care, he’d do anything for you.

- sub!michael is a cuddle bug. He always wants to cuddle. He likes being on top of you and not letting you go.

- sub!michael is like a puppy. A chihuahua. He does not play about you. If someone gets too close or tries to flirt with you, he’s always defending you and protecting you. Sometimes he kind of gets insecure. And when that happens, you have to remind him that he’s the one living with you, loving you and fucking you.

- sub!michael has the libido of a horny 16 years old boy. He always wants you. He craves for you and your slightest touch. Especially in the mornings. Most of the time he wakes up rock hard with his balls heavy. It’s borderline painful. The fact that you’re pressed against him, your ass on his crotch, doesn’t make it any easier. He wakes you up with a whine, slowly beginning to grind against your ass. When you’re still tired, you just pull down your underwear and let him rut against your pussy until he cums against your clit. When you’re awake, you give him head. When you do that, he always ends up cumming in the back of your throat.

- Even though sub!michael is submissive, he’s a service top. Sometimes he doesn’t even want to have a release, he just wants to feel you up. There were times after practice that he just wanted his face in your pussy. And he got it, obviously.

- sub!michael is a whiner and a crier. When he’s too overwhelmed with your heat, your scent and your thighs locked firmly around his neck, he sheds a few tears. Then he tries to pull you even closer against his mouth, even if it’s not possible.

- sub!michael acts like he hates when you edge him, but in reality he fucking loves it.

- on the same note, sub!michael fucking loves it when you control him in bed. Especially when he’s on away games and you can’t come with him. It’s always on the second or third night. He video-calls you, breathing heavy. You already know where his other hand is. And he just begs and whine, asking permission to cum (it is that deep for him). He also asks you to talk, talk about anything really. The sound of your voice really helps him. Then, depending on your mood, you either help him or edge him.

- more than a few times sub!michael likes to admit, he came in his pants just from watching your Instagram photo dump. Even before you guys began talking, whenever he stumbled across one of your posts, his underwear became dirty under a few minutes n

- sub!michael genuinely loves when you use him as a sex toy. Especially on your first and second day of ovulation (brutal), when you’re literally like a dog in heat and desperate for orgasms and his cock like they were oxygen. He always let you top him, controlling every movement. Even when he has spilled his semen deep in your cunt two times already, you can’t stop. You want more and more. And he lets you. He lets you ride him until he can’t think. Until you’re satisfied. He doesn’t care about his needs during those moments. He just lays there on his back, dick overstimulated and his brain mushy.

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You groaned softly, realizing that you may be having your period. You mentally cursed yourself, having completely forgotten to check your period calendar.

“Baby.” You called out, yawning. Michael turned around, his shirt half on. “Babe.” He mumbled, walking towards you. He slipped on his jersey entirely before sitting down next to you. “You should be sleeping right now.” He said, putting his hands inside the cover, going over your stomach. He began to softly massage it, relieving some of the pain.

“I’m sorry for waking you up.” He apologized. Usually, he’d try his best to not make any noise, making sure he didn’t mess up your beauty sleep. He’d replace himself with his pillow, so you wouldn’t notice, and he’d dress up with the light closed.

“How’d you know?” You asked, sighing. “Boyfriend instincts.” He said nonchalantly. He kept up the act for approximately two seconds before speaking again. “Nah, actually I checked your calendar.” He admitted. Though you couldn’t see him very well, you knew that his cheeks were a bit red.

You closed your eyes contentedly, a warm feeling blooming in your chest. “You’re so sweet baby.” You awed. “I restocked your pads and tampons yesterday. And also the Tylenol, we were running out of them.” He said, scratching the back of his neck.

“Why are you trying to make me cry on my period?” You whined, tugging him closer to you. “Babe, that’s just the bare minimum.” He shrugged. “You know I’d do anything for you, right?” He made sure.

You just laughed at how ridiculous all of this was: you actually had the ideal boyfriend. He took such good care of you and minimized the ultimate princess treatment as bare minimum. You really hit the jackpot.

“Yeah, I know baby.”

“Good. I put your heating pad right there, some meds and a cold glass of water. I’ll be back early okay?” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. You nodded, shutting your eyes tightly as a new wave of pain crossed your lower back.

He gave you a last sympathetic squeeze and got up, slipping his duffel bag over his shoulder.

“See you later baby.”

Then, he left for practice.

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You let out a sigh of relief as you heard the door open and close. Your boyfriend was finally home. With the help of the meds, your cramps had calmed down, but you still needed your boyfriend.

During your periods, that’s when you get really emotional for the slightest thing and when you feel the most clingy.

“Baby.” He called out, walking in the main room with a big paper bag in his hand. “I’m here.” You croaked out from the couch, lazily and dramatically raising your arm so he could see you.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, putting the bag on the small table and kneeling in front of you. “A bit better”, you answered, though it sounded more like a question.

“Alright. I bought you a little something.” He glanced to the bag, a knowing smile on his face. “I better hope it’s food.” You anticipated, licking your lips.

I mean, now the whole house smelled like thaï chicken and rice. “It is..” he imitated a drumroll. “Thai express.” He smiled, taking the containers out of the bag. Thai express was your favourite. Especially in times like this.

“You’re the best, Michael.” You approached his head, pecking a small kiss on his temple. “Anything for my lady.”

Okay cat noir

He plated up everything and sat down next to you, pulling you close before starting to eat. “You comfy?” He asked, looking down at you. “Yeah. Now feed me.” You jokingly ordered, knowing that he’d actually do it.

And he did. He fed you bite per bite, taking some for himself between each of them.

Who would’ve guessed that the shy and nonchalant Michael Olise would be the one to feed his girlfriend and treat her like the owner of the world during her period?

Absolutely nobody.

“You know I can feed myself?” You laughed as he scooped another bite with a concentrated look on his face. “Yeah, and?” He raised his eyebrow as if he had just heard the most absurd question.

“Damn, okay.” You giggled.

Let’s just say that for the rest of the night and of the week, you were utterly spoiled.

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Your face contorted in empathy as you saw your boyfriend, Michael Olise, getting switched out with another player.

At the 73rd minute. When France probably needed him the most. Yet, a small part of you was relieved; he looked exhausted.

As you do every time he gets taken over, you walked down to the front, shooting Deschamps a sympathetic nod before making your way to your boyfriend.

He was breathing hard, a nervous look on his face and a cold water bottle in hand. Most people would’ve thought that he was neutral or nonchalant, but you could see it. The nervousness in his eyes and his slightly swollen lips, as if he had been biting them over and over.

But when he saw you, he only shot you a glance, keeping his head down. You thought nothing of it.

“Michael.” You called out his name. He reluctantly raised his head up at you. “How are you feeling?” You asked, trying to give him a hug.

He barely leaned into you. He just shrugged, looking back at the field.

You tried to not take it personally. He’d do that sometimes. And you guys are in public right now, with cameras pointed directly at you. So maybe that explains.

“Look, I know you’re anxious, but there’s still fifteen minutes left. The game is not over.” You tried to reassure him, though you weren’t quite convinced yourself.

That’s literally what we all thought

He just sighed, shaking his head. “Well, I’ll go back to my place. See you later.” You told him in a hopeful tone. He just nodded, keeping his eyes on the field. You sucked in your disappointment and walked back to your seat.

Do not take it personal and he’s just like this because of the game repeated over and over in your head.

Though, as you sat down, a small ache placed itself in your heart. You knew how much this game meant to him, and it wasn’t looking good so far.

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90+6:58— Game over.

0-2.

France lost to Spain. The team, your boyfriend’s team, just lost the World Cup. Just one match away from making it in the final round.

You were sad, that’s for sure. They have worked so hard to make it this far. But you were more worried. Worried for Michael. When he loses games, he gets quiet. Too quiet.

And that’s the thing. If he gets like that with small losses, what will happen with this one?

You slowly made your way out of the bleachers, staying behind so you won’t get caught up with the crowd. You waited a bit until it slowed down to walk out, waiting at the front for your boyfriend.

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The France team finally began to walk out; some had dried tears on their faces, others were just looking down in defeat. You gave them all sympathetic pats. Most of them gave you a genuine smile.

I mean, they knew you well. You were there since the beginning, since Michael had joined the team. You were there for a lot of practices, encouraged them and even joked with them. You weren’t just Michael’s girlfriend, but someone they actually enjoyed having with at practices.

As usual, Michael was the last one in line. He had a comfy outfit on and his hood over his head. “Michael.” You softly called out, joining him. “Oh. Hi.” He barely looked at you as if he was ashamed.

You knew better than to start a bittersweet conversation with him, so you just stopped talking. You shot Deschamps a nod and you guys made your way to the car.

The entire ride was quiet. There was a silence, but not a comfortable one. There was this tension. You tried to make a small talk like you usually did after games (win or loss), but he either completely ignored you or gave you short and cold answers.

Frustrated, you let it go, reciprocating his energy. He wanted to be mad at you, then you were going to be mad at him. Sure, he lost the game, but that doesn’t mean he has to shut you out.

Gosh, you hated it when he did that.

When you made it to the hotel, you entered first and quickly, not waiting for him. He came in a few seconds later shutting the door loudly behind him.

You turned around, arms crossed over your chest. “Dude, what’s your deal?” You asked, frowning. Michael sighed, rolling his eyes. “I don’t have a deal.” He muttered, starting to walk away.

“That’s it! You’re fucking doing it again!” He stopped, turning back toward you. “I’m not even-” before he continued, you interrupted him again.

“Yes you are! You’re shutting me out. Again.” You accused him, walking towards him. And guess what he did? Stayed silent.

“Wow Michael. Really mature of you. You can’t just do this! Shut me out when things get hard!” You yelled. He just looked down. He tried to speak, he really did. But words couldn’t come out.

“I- I. I don’t do that.” He said, though it wasn’t really convincing. “Yes you do! You get quiet and you don’t even look like you care! Do you care Michael?” You hissed.

“I do.” He sputtered.

You face-palmed, mentally cursing him. “Then show it! Fucking scream at me or something! Show that you care! Because clearly I have doubts.”

“I won’t scream at you just because you want me to- you just, you just don’t understand.” He looked away. His right leg was shaking and his palms were beginning to sweat.

“How can I understand when you don’t even tell me shit. How does that make sense Michael?” Your patience was running thin. You hated arguing with him, but this was needed to be addressed.

“I just. I can’t- I”, his breathing got harder and his eyes filled with tears. Your face immediately dropped, worry filling your senses.

“Hey. Michael? Stop- let’s just sit down.” You approached him softly, not wanting to aggravate him. In an instance of seconds, you completely forgot about the fight.

“I can’t”, he pointed to his throat, gasping for air. “You can’t what? What’s going on?” Your eyes widened. “Breathe.” He tried to get out, though it was muffled with his coughs.

Your heart beat fast. You walked him to the couch, taking out your phone. You were ready to call 911. “No- wait.” He sat down, holding back your arm. “I just need a minute.”

You worriedly sat down beside him, heart beating fast. I mean, this had never happened before. You knew that he sometimes had anxiety, which never happened that often, and if he did, it was never this bad.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten-” “It’s not your fault, just..” He took a deep breath. For a moment, only the sound of his breathing, that was thankfully slowing down, and your beating heart could be heard.

“I just. I care. I swear to God I care. But it’s like my mind isn’t letting me show it.” He began, wiping his eyes. “And if I talk too much or say the wrong thing, I’ll mess it up." You listened quietly, insanely grateful that he was opening up to you.

When you and Michael began dating, you knew that he was a quiet guy. Reserved. But as your relationship progressed, he seemed to open up more and more, which was huge win for you. But now you just realized: he hasn’t opened up to you completely. You felt a pang in your chest. Why did it take it so much time for him to admit his feelings about all of this?

“So I thought that staying quiet was the right thing. The right way out of problems. With you. But I’ve just made it worse.” He admitted. Your heart broke when he said this.

“Michael.” You croaked, taking his face in your hands. He shamefully looked down, avoiding your eyes. “You could never make it worse.” You reassured him, caressing his face.

“God, you scared me.” You wrapped him in a hug. He slowly hugged you back, laying his head on your shoulder. “You know I’d never judge you right? I love you so much baby, even more when you open up.” You softly told him. “And I’m so happy that you trust me enough to tell me this.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “Sorry for what?” You asked, your hands rubbing his back. “For everything. For today. I was so frustrated at the game and I took it out on you.”

Before you could talk, he continued. “And I- I worked so hard for this. And we lost. It’s all my fault.” He let out, tears finally rolling.

“Baby, it’s not your fault. You should be proud of yourself you know? You made it this far into the cup and I’m so proud of you. You never gave up, ever. And I’m sure as hell you’ll win the third place.”

His tears slowed down.

“And I know it hurts. It should hurt. But you can’t let it slow you down baby. You have so many more games, tournaments and World Cups ahead of you. One loss doesn’t define who you are. You’re still one of the best players of your team. And you’re still Michael. My baby.”

He sniffled, pulling you tighter against him. “Fuck— I love you so much.” He sobbed, laughing through his tears. “Yeah? I love you more baby.” You pecked his forehead, then his salty lips.

He layed down fully on the couch, pulling you on top of him. He let out a relieved sigh. Though the loss still hurt, he felt better. Like a weight was removed from his shoulders.

“You know, you still looked hot as fuck on the field.” You commented, raising your head. He just laughed, another set of tears bubbling up in his eyes.

“Too soon?” You asked, a knowing smile on your face.

“Too soon.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

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England just lost omfg I can’t.

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The day after the prank, your boyfriend got to sleep in a little bit, even though he still had practice at 14:00 and you guys (including the whole team) were boarding the plane at night to go to Foxborough.

You woke up a bit earlier than him, wanting to make him breakfast. But gosh, did he make it difficult. That boy decided to sleep completely on top of you, his face in your neck.

Usually, if you’d move too much, he’d just groan and mumble some incoherent nonsense while holding you tighter. But this morning, you were pretty determined to make him breakfast and not let his resistance influence you.

You begin with his hands that were clutching his your shirt for dear life. You slowly detached them from you, holding them so he wouldn’t complain. You waited a few seconds before continuing, making sure he didn’t wake up.

Then, you slowly pushed him beside you, going bits by bits until he was completely off of you. You still stayed close to him for a few minutes, massaging his arms so he wouldn’t wake up.

You successfully got out of bed without waking him up. This was rare. You quietly went to the bathroom, brushed your teeth, did your business, and picked a comfy outfit for the day. As you slipped on one of his shirt, you couldn’t help but laugh at yesterday’s funny occurrence. You just knew that he was going to get hella teased by his teammates a few hours later.

You walked through the kitchen, already thinking about what he would want to eat. Matter of fact, you didn’t have to think a lot: Michael likes to eat the same thing over and over again. He doesn’t like to try new things just because of one experience. You snorted at the thought, shaking your head. You finally opted for some french toast and eggs, one of his favourite.

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As you were plating his food, you heard him get up, wait a few seconds (he was probably confused as hell, he always is in the morning), then made his way to the bathroom. A few minutes later, he slowly walked in the kitchen.

“Hey baby.” You smiled up at him, putting his plate at his assigned seat. He just went ahead and hugged you, only letting go after a minute. “You slept well?” You asked, rubbing his back. He nodded in your shoulder. “You left me though. Again.” He mumbled. “Who would’ve made you breakfast though? You can’t cook for shit baby.” You reminded him, pecking his forehead. He just shrugged and sat down, muttering a small ‘thank you’.

It was one of those mornings. Where he didn’t talk a lot. Most of them he was talkative, but sometimes he was just relaxed. You love either mornings. The quiet ones just made you love him even more.

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Michael had arrived a bit late to practice. I mean, it totally was wasn’t entirely his fault that he absolutely needed a few kisses (at least 10) before leaving you for the day.

Before he even got out of his car, he had already put on his nonchalant facade, ready to keep up with this whole act.

Only if he knew…

When he walked on the field, all of his teammates were around Upa, laughing their asses off. He walked nonchalantly towards them, not thinking much of it. I mean, it wasn’t unusual for his teammates to joke around during practice. He was used to it.

“En parlant du loup”, Upa started. “Regardez qui est enfin arrivé”

“Speaking of him”. “Look who finally decided to show up”.

Your boyfriend stopped dead in his track, looking up suspiciously at his friends. “What?” He blurted out.

“Baby why’d you call me that?” Mbappé mimicked, he wasn’t able to hold in his laugher. Michael was confused as hell. “You’re just a big baby, aren’t you Michael. I won’t call you Michael, only baby.” Saliba paraphrased. Michael’s eyes widened, recalling yesterday’s conversation.

“Bro, what”? He tried to keep his cool, praying that maybe all of this was just a big, big coincidence. Though he wasn’t much convinced; half of his teammates were crying of laughter and hunched over their stomachs, others were mimicking the exact words he said yesterday and even the coach had a knowing smile on his face. Then, he heard it. And saw it.

A clear, no pixelated video of him from yesterday. From the moment he came to the living room to the moment he fell asleep. Olise’s cheeks flushed as the video replayed his exact words. He face-palmed, cringing internally. “That’s AI.” He just said, beginning to walk away. That’s when he realized something: his nonchalant image wouldn’t work again with his team. It was over.

“Are you my big baby Michael?” Barcola asked, pouting playfully. “Bro, shut up.” Your boyfriend shoved him, looking down. “Whose idea was this?” He groaned, looking over to all of his teammates, though he already had a really good idea. All of them pointed to Upa, who purposefully looked away.

Instead of getting mad, he just sighed loudly, keeping is calm and collected demeanour. “I’ll remember.” He just said, beginning to walk away.

And when Michael Olise says that he’ll remember, he always does. Even if it’s been months. He remembers. Always.

“Wait, wait! Not only me! It was your girlfriend’s idea too.” Upa outed you. Olise stopped again. Of course it was your idea. “Nah, I don’t believe you.” He denied.

“J’te le jure! J’ai des preuves.” Upa defended his case, trying to hide his amusement.

“I swear! I have proof!”

“Bro.” He sighed, not believing you would do that to him. He wasn’t actually mad though, he could never be mad at you.

“Personnellement, ma copine ne m’aurais jamais affichée, mais bon.” Désiré shrugged his shoulders.

Personally, my girlfriend would never do that to me.”

“Frère, ta gueule”, Michael rolled his eyes.

“Bro, shut up”.

For the rest of the practice, Olise, usually Mr Nonchalant or Akpovie, was called Big baby.

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As you finished packing up the last of your stuff, you heard the hotel door open and close. Then you heard a sigh. A big one.

Shit, you thought.

Before you could even talk, he interrupted you. “You’re evil.” He pointed at you, trying his best to look mad.

You just laughed, not denying anything.

“My own girlfriend. The one I care about and that I trust. Betrayed me. You betrayed me to my teammates and-” before he could continue, you just took him in your arms, your fingers tangling themselves in his hair.

He folded. Literally folded.

“Oh yeah?” You teased, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“No. I’m sorry.” He mumbled, completely forgetting his whole I’m definitely mad at you act.

You had him wrapped around your finger.

“That’s what I thought.”

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A few hours later, you met up with his team and coaches at the airport, a cheeky and knowing smile on your face. It was ridiculous: Michael had insisted on holding all of your stuff and his too. His arms were full. Yet, he still held your hand, keeping you close to him.

Since his cover was out, might as well show you off to his friends.

“Aww, le bébé et sa maman.” Upa laughed, sending you a wink. “Shut up.” Your boyfriend mumbled, tugging you closer to him.

“Aww, the baby and his mommy.”

Though he was the one that would undergo the consequences of your little prank, he didn’t mind it. Not when his teammates would tease him endlessly, or when a new nickname would stick with him for a long time.

He was still as obsessed with you.

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December 9th, 17:23

Your ears perked up as you heard the sound of the door opening and closing. Michael was finally home from practice. He stayed a bit longer after practice because he had physiotherapy right after.

But now he was back home.

“Baby” You called out, basically sprinting to him. You tackled him in a bone-crushing hug, sighing contently when he reciprocated the act.

“I missed you.” He mumbled against your hair, pulling back to kiss you on the mouth. You smiled against his lips. “I missed you too. Close your eyes, I have a surprise.” You patted his cheek.

“A surprise?” He smirked, closing his eyes. “Not like that, idiot.” You snorted, picking up an envelope. I mean, you did tell him that you wanted to try new things, but that was not the time for it.

You came back and guided him to the couch, pushing him down so he could sit. “Woah babe, I’m really starting to think that you-” you cut him off immediately. “Okay, open.” You grinned.

You dropped the envelope in his hands, watching as he suspiciously looked between you and the folded paper. “What’s this?” He asked, narrowing his eyes. “Just open it!”

He raised an eyebrow your way and began to slowly open the envelope, making sure he wasn’t ripping it apart. Inside was a letter and he recognized your handwriting.

“I’m scared.” He laughed nervously. “Baby, don’t be. It’s literally all good things. Just read it.” You encouraged him, trying not to blurt out the content of the letter.

Dear Michael,

I know I don’t tell you that often, but I’m so proud of you. You have been putting every ounce of energy on football, and it really pays off. Along side with that, you still care deeply for me and treat me like a princess. I’ve never once felt the second place since I’ve been with you and I’m insanely grateful for you.

And since it’s your birthday soon (literally can’t believe we’re celebrating it for the 3rd time as a couple), I decided to surprise you and fly us out to…

Turks and Caicos!!

Hurry up to back your stuff, because we’re…

He gasped, his eyes widening. He turned to you, completely taken aback. “You’re lying.” He denied, getting up. “I’m not”, you laughed at his reaction, tossing your phone to him. It was opened on safari, the tickets booked and fully paid.

“Oh my fuck- baby? I- are we really going?” His voice got louder, excitement grew on his face.

“Happy birthday baby.”

He dropped to the floor, hugging you on his knees. He mumbled ‘thank you’ over and over again, burying himself on you.

You giggled and hugged him close, pressing kisses against his head. “Don’t thank me baby. You really deserve it.” You took his face in your hands, pressing a warm kiss on his lips. “I love you Michael.”

“I love you more baby. Literally what did I do to deserve you.” He face palmed, still in shock from the whole situation.

“I mean I did have to ask you out because you were too shy—” he shushed you up with a kiss, pulling you closer.

“Fuck, I love you so much.”

“I love you more, baby.”

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Who’s ready for part 2??!! Again, requests are opened and if you have any suggestions don’t hold back!! Thank you for reading!

Online, he is seen as nonchalant, as shy and as reserved. He isn’t online much anyway. He doesn’t purposefully post videos on his own account. All he has are some pictures from the world cup and everyone knew he is going to delete them as soon as he could.

When he is on camera, it is because he has after-games interviews and press conferences. And just from his face, you could tell that he does not want to be there.

In team videos, he isn’t always interacting, he doesn’t even look slightly interested. Just a neutral face.

But, in real life it was another story. You could still divide that category in half. The Michael with his team, and the Michael with his girlfriend.

With his team, he is…chalant. Not the most outgoing guy, but he has more emotions than on camera. He jokes with his teammates, talks with them all the time during practice. He feels comfortable.

But, he doesn’t let everything show. He isn’t soft, nor does he open up about really personal matters. The one thing his team did surely know about was his relationship with you, his girlfriend of many years.

With you, Michael Olise is a completely different person. He is down bad for you. He is the total opposite of what people thought of him.

He is the most outgoing and outspoken with you (even though sometimes he tries to keep up the nonchalance with you, but he folds not even two minutes in). He laughs and he joke a lot. He is highkey lowkey a total manchild when it comes to your affection.

He craves for your touch every time he sees you, which is every day. He never left the house without a kiss and a hug. Hugs. He’s a sucker for them. He’s always hugging you: during his sleep, after a game (whether it was a win or a loss), when you’re cooking, when you’re literally doing anything he’ll try to give you a hug.

Now, that was in the private of you guys’ apartment. Though you guys have been together for quite some time, you and Michael have that private, but not secret relationship. So in public, he doesn’t give you much affection like he does at home.

He isn’t big on PDA. Most of the time he’ll just place his hand on the space between your back and your ass, keeping you close to him. But, most people could tell he was in love with you from the way he looks at you and cares for you.

In many videos, we see him looking around trying to find you and when he does, his face immediately softens. During games, he always looks out for you in the crowd; he says it gave him confidence. Even in some press conferences and interviews, whenever you were there, he was always distracted.

Only you were able to see Michael. Not Micheal Olise or Mr. Nonchalant. Just Michael.

That’s why one day, his teammates decided to prank him, you along with it. They wanted to catch him in the act, when he was being a big baby.

It was during this World Cup season. This was right after his game against Paraguay, which was…something. Really eventful. Even though they won, it wasn’t a really happy win for him. He got mad, got a yellow card and was literally bullied by the players for the entire game.

And, they must’ve pushed him really far, because he didn’t get mad easily. Sure, sometimes he was frustrated, but never enough to show it. Especially in public.

So after the game, all he wanted was to go to the hotel and cuddle with you. He wanted you to comfort him and baby him and kiss him. And that’s exactly what you did.

When you guys came back, you had ordered his favourite food. You prepped his shower for him and allowed him to use your vanilla scented body wash that he secretly loves. You layed down his pyjamas on the bed, along with some good scented oil and cream.

When he came out, you gave him the most moanable massage. He was almost asleep when you finished and each time your hands seemed to slow down he’d grunt and beg for a minute more..which ended up as 20 minutes more.

You really pampered him that night, he deserved it. Now, the pranking part. You had left the hotel door unlocked, just enough time so that Saliba and Upa could enter.

You texted them when you transferred to the couch, thinking that Michael was asleep. But knowing him, you knew that he’d follow you a couple of minutes later. And that’s what his teammates were trying to catch on camera.

You shot Upa and Saliba a wink as they stepped into the room, hiding themselves behind the kitchen’s counter. Not even 30 seconds later, your boyfriend stumbled in the living room, rubbing his eyes.

He then just looked at you, about 3 feet away from the couch. You looked at him and tried to not laugh; he did look slightly ridiculous, but in a cute way. “What”? You asked, smile threatening to slip away.

He just shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why’d you leave?” He asked, sighing as if he had been doing taxes for 60 years. “What do you mean Micheal?” Then he gasped, taking another step back.

“Why’d you call me that?” There was disgust in his voice.

“Call you what? Michael? Isn’t that your name?” You teased him. You never called him Michael. It was either baby, babe or at the limit: Mike. But never Michael.

“Babe. That’s like…” he took a pause. “Did I do something?” His shoulders slumped.

You mentioned him to come to you and he immediately obeyed, coming to you like a lost puppy. “Come here big baby.” You laughed, gasping as he literally dropped on you, placing himself comfortably on your smaller frame.

Sometimes he forgot that even though he was only a couple of inches taller than you, his weight was much higher compared to yours because of his muscles. He underestimates his strength all the time.

“You’re such a baby.” You mumbled against him. He just hummed, squeezing your body tighter for a few seconds. He peppered some kisses against your neck before resting against the crook on your neck. And just like that, he was out. A few minutes later, his soft snores filled the room.

You coughed a bit, which was the signal for his teammates to leave. They came out of their hiding spot, literally gasping for air. They were fighting for their lives. Before they could explode in laughter and wake him up, you ushered them out of the room, snickering to yourself.

Tomorrow was going to be the absolute death of him. You softly kissed his forehead, an advance apology for tomorrow’s event.

He just twitched a bit, relaxing again against you. You almost felt bad for him.

Almost.

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