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ā¹ š°š¼š»šš®š¶š»š. boyfriend!michael olise, angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship, emotional vulnerability, quiet longing, reader crying, miscommunication, mutual hurt, love and reassurance, tender moments, they just need to communicate, wrong assumptions, overthinking, hint of fluff, reconciliation.
the annual end-of-season gala had always been one of the clubās biggest events. it was the kind of evening where everyone traded training kits for tailored suits and elegant dresses.
conversations overlapped beneath the soft hum of live music, champagne glasses clinked together, and camera flashes illuminated the room every few moments as players stopped to greet sponsors, teammates, coaches, and familiar faces theyād barely had the chance to speak to all season.
it was a night built for celebration, where everyone seemed to know everyone, and no one stayed in the same place for long.
for the players, however, the evening began long before the first guests arrived. there were interviews to film, sponsor obligations to fulfill, photographs to pose for, and media appearances scheduled down to the minute.
michael had left nearly an hour before she did. heād kissed her goodbye in the apartment doorway, promising heād see her soon.
ādonāt take too long.ā sheād teased, smoothing the lapel of his suit.
heād smiled, leaning down to steal one last kiss.
āiāll try.ā
he expected it to be just another event. another evening of polite conversations, photographs, and speeches heād probably forget by the end of the week.
then she walked in.
not in a way that made the room fall silent. no one stopped what they were doing. no heads turned.
but his did.
heād watched her get ready barely an hour earlier. heād seen the dress. heād watched her smooth the fabric over her hips, frowning at her reflection as she quietly wondered if she should change. heād been the one to zip it up before they left the apartment.
the one whoād smiled against the back of her shoulder and whispered,
āyou look beautiful.ā before pressing a lingering kiss to the warm curve of her skin.
heād thought that would be enough. so he wasnāt prepared for what happened when she stepped into the ballroom. beneath the warm glow of the chandeliers, with laughter and conversation filling the room around them, she somehow stole the breath from his lungs all over again.
she stepped inside, taking it all in for a brief moment. then her eyes immediately began searching for him. they drifted across clusters of familiar faces, over teammates dressed in tailored suits, club staff moving from one conversation to the next, and sponsors gathered near the stage. but she didnāt have to look for long.
he was already looking at her.
standing across the ballroom, surrounded by cameras and half-listening to whatever question had just been asked, his eyes had drifted towards the entrance the moment the doors had opened. as though heād been waiting for her.
as though heād been checking every few minutes to see if sheād arrived yet.
the second he saw her, something in his expression softened. the polite smile heād been wearing for photographers disappeared, replaced by one that belonged only to her.
she couldnāt help but smile back. he gave the smallest nod, barely noticeable to anyone else.
there you are.
it wasnāt spoken. it didnāt have to be. she understood it anyway.
she smiled politely at the people who greeted her, returning hugs and exchanging a few words, but her attention kept wandering.
at first, the evening felt effortless.
every chance he got, he found his way back to her. his hand settled instinctively at the small of her back as they wove through the crowd, guiding her without a word. beneath the dinner table, his fingers found hers, absentmindedly intertwining with them while someone else told a story.
every now and then, heād lean down just to ask if she was alright, even though she was standing right beside him. sometimes, all it took was a glance from across the room, ending in a smile meant only for her.
quiet gestures. familiar habits. little reminders that, even in a room full of people, they never stopped looking for each other.
then the evening, almost cruelly, began asking for more of them than it had at the start. every conversation lasted a little longer than expected. every goodbye turned into another introduction. every time michael started making his way back to her, someone called his name before he could get there.
she never complained. she simply smiled, checking him over like she always did, before giving him a small nod.
āgo,ā she said softly. āiāll be here.ā
she reached up, gently fixing the collar of his suit before leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips.
he smiled softly against her lips, lingering for a moment longer than he meant to.
āi wonāt be long.ā he hesitated to pull away, his thumb brushing over the back of her hand.
she watched him disappear into the crowd, never imagining it would be nearly two hours before they stood beside each other again.
every time he looked upā¦
she was somewhere else.
at first, it was with one of the players girlfriends, the two of them laughing over something as they stood near the bar. the next time he found her, she was deep in conversation with one of the clubās physios, listening so intently that she hadnāt even noticed him looking.
a few minutes later, someone was introducing her to an older coupleāparents of one of the academy players, if he remembered correctly. she greeted them with the same warm smile she seemed to reserve for everyone she met, her attention entirely on the conversation in front of her.
by the time another sponsor insisted on refilling her champagne, michael had already lost count of how many times heād searched the room for her. he told himself it was nothing.
because it was.
she wasnāt flirting. she wasnāt doing anything she shouldnāt have been. she was simply being herself.
kind.
patient.
the sort of person who made complete strangers feel comfortable within minutes of meeting her. it was one of the things he loved most about her. tonightā¦ it was also becoming one of the hardest things to watch.
his gaze lingered longer than it should have. he noticed things he normally wouldāve ignored. the man who leaned in just a little too close to hear her over the music, even though there was more than enough space between them.
the sponsor who seemed in no hurry to end the conversation, smiling every time she laughed. the way another guest rested a hand lightly against her elbow as they spoke, casual enough that no one else wouldāve thought twice about it.
michael did.
not because he believed any of it meant something. it didnāt.
he trusted her.
entirely.
but trust had never been the issue.
the issue was that sheād come to the gala as his girlfriend. theyād arrived hoping to spend the evening together. yet somehowā¦
everyone else seemed to have more of her than he did. every time he finally managed to excuse himself from one conversation and started making his way across the ballroomā¦
someone else reached her first. another greeting. another introduction. another laugh that wasnāt meant for him. he hated the feeling that settled in his chest.
quiet. unfamiliar. unreasonable. but impossible to ignore all the same.
meanwhileā¦
she had no idea sheād been the center of his attention all evening. as far as she was concerned, michael was just as impossible to catch as she was. every time she thought sheād finally get a moment with himā¦
someone called his name.
the ballroom had started to feel smaller. too warm. too loud. every conversation blended into the next until michael could barely distinguish one voice from another. he excused himself with a polite apology, murmuring something about needing some air before slipping through the doors leading out onto the terrace.
the night greeted him with a welcome breeze. he loosened his tie, resting his forearms against the stone balcony as the sounds of the gala became muffled behind the closed doors.
for the first time all eveningā¦ it was quiet. he exhaled slowly. he couldnāt shake the feeling that sheād forgotten he was even there. it was ridiculous. she was his girlfriend. they promised theyād find each other once the media obligations were over. yet somehow, heād spent the entire evening watching her from a distance while she laughed with everyone else.
the thought sat heavily in his chest. he hated it. hated himself for even thinking it. because he knew her. he knew the way she loved him.
knew she would never intentionally make him feel invisible.
but jealousy wasnāt reasonable. it didnāt care what he knew. it only cared what the evening had looked like. and from where heād been standingā¦
it had felt like everyone else had more of her than he did. everyone else had managed to steal a piece of her evening. while heād spent most of his wishing for a moment that was actually theirs.
two hours.
that was how long theyād been there. two hours since sheād walked through the ballroom doors. maybe sheād been having such a good time she hadnāt even noticed how long theyād been apart. he knew it wasnāt fair. he knew it didnāt sound like her.
but after nearly two hours of watching the evening pull her farther and farther out of reachā¦ it became harder to convince himself otherwise. all heād wanted, was to spend the night with the woman heād come there with.
insteadā¦ heād spent most of it missing her.
eventually, he stopped looking towards the door. stopped checking for her. stopped hoping for that moment where her eyes would finally meet his.
he didnāt want to leave angry. he wasnāt angry. he was just tired of feeling like he was asking for something he shouldnāt have to ask for. it was just him realizing that he didnāt want to stand there anymore, quietly hoping to be noticed.
he didnāt want to feel like he was asking for a place beside his own girlfriend. so he made the decision he hated making.
he left.
alone. quietly. without her.
without the small moment at the end of the night where they would walk out together, his hand in hers.
instead, he stepped outside into the cold air by himself, carrying the quiet disappointment he didnāt know how to explain. and eventually, the hope he had been holding onto started feeling heavier than the disappointment itself. because he didnāt want to be someone who needed to be chosen every second. he didnāt want to feel forgotten. especially by her. that was the part he couldnāt ignore. the person he wanted beside him the most was the person he felt furthest away from.
so when he finally looked around one last time, he wasnāt searching anymore. he was accepting. the night wasnāt going to become what he had imagined. and maybe that was what hurt the most ā not that she wasnāt there with him, but that for a while, he had been there waiting for her to notice.
the irony wasā¦
sheād been looking for him, too. while he was standing there, slowly convincing himself that she wasnāt going to notice he was gone, she was doing the exact same thing, searching through the crowd, wondering where he had disappeared to.
they were both looking for each other. both waiting for the other person to close the distance. both unaware that they were only a few moments too late. and maybe that was the part that hurt the most. not that they didnāt care. not that one of them had stopped trying.
but that they had both been reaching for each other and somehow still ended up apart.
she didnāt know that he had already made the decision to leave. she didnāt know that, while she was walking through the room searching for him, he was already stepping outside. already accepting that he would go home without her.
and when she finally reached the place where he had been standing earlier, she found nothing. just an empty space. a space that felt strangely louder than all the noise around her.
her eyes moved through the crowd again, slower this time, almost like if she looked hard enough, he would somehow still be there.
but he wasnāt.
āhave you seen michael?ā she asked, trying to keep her voice calm.
but the calmness was only on the surface. inside, panic was already beginning to take over. and the answer she got made her heart sink.
āhe left.ā
for a second, she just stared. because she hadnāt expected that. she had expected to find him somewhere nearby. she had expected him to be waiting. she hadnāt expected him to leave without her.
she was afraid she had missed something. afraid that while she was caught up in the night, he had been standing there waiting for her.
and she hadnāt seen him.
she suddenly remembered every time she had glanced across the room and thought she would go to him later. every moment she had told herself there was still time. but what if there wasnāt? what if he had been standing there, quietly hoping she would come over, while she had no idea he was already feeling alone?
her fingers tightened around her phone without even realizing it. she wanted to call him. she wanted to hear his voice.
she had prepared herself to walk over, apologize for taking so long, and see that familiar softness return to his face when he realized she was there. she had prepared herself for a conversation. for an apology.
not this. not the thought of him already being gone. she noticed too late.
she didnāt let herself think. not for another second. because if she stopped, if she stood there and let every possibility run through her mind, she knew the guilt would only grow heavier.
so she moved. quickly. almost too quickly.
she grabbed her things with unsteady hands, barely noticing the voices around her or the questions she didnāt answer. the room that had felt so warm only moments ago suddenly felt too crowded, too loud, too far away from the one person she needed to see.
michael.
that was the only thought she could hold onto. she didnāt care about explaining herself yet. she didnāt care about finding the perfect words. she just needed to get to him. needed to know he was okay. needed to see him standing there in front of her instead of imagining him sitting alone, replaying the night in his head and convincing himself that leaving was easier than waiting. waiting for her.
the walk to the car felt longer than it ever had before. every second felt wasted. she checked her phone more than once, almost hoping for a message from him, some sign that he was still reaching for her too. but the screen stayed quiet. and somehow, that silence made her hurry even more.
he was really gone. her heart sank. because she knew michael. she knew he wasnāt the type to leave just because he was annoyed. he wasnāt someone who walked away to make a point or to make her chase after him. if he left, it meant he had already convinced himself that staying would hurt more. and suddenly, she didnāt have to wonder where he went. her first thought came instantly.
home.
their apartment. the place he always went when he needed quiet.
by the time she reached their apartment, her heart was still racing. not from the distance. from the fear that she was already too late.
she stood in front of the door for a moment, staring at it like it was the only thing separating her from everything she had been imagining on the way there. her hand reached for the doorknob, but she hesitated.
what if he didnāt want to talk? what if he had already convinced himself that it didnāt matter?
her fingers tightened around it. she hated that she was scared.
not of him.
never of him.
she was scared of seeing the disappointment she had put there.
slowly, she unlocked the door. the small click sounded louder than it should have in the quiet hallway. she pushed it open carefully, almost afraid that moving too quickly would make the moment real.
āmichael?ā she called softly. silently hoping.
her voice shook slightly at the end of his name, betraying the panic she had been trying to keep under control since she walked through the door. she swallowed, forcing herself to take another step inside.
her fingers curled tightly around the strap of her bag, her heart still pounding as she waited for any sign of himāa movement, a sound, anything that would tell her she hadnāt come too late.
no answer.
her stomach twisted. she closed the door behind her. a quiet click. her eyes immediately searching the apartment.
and then she saw him.
he was there. exactly where she had feared he would be. he was sitting alone on the couch, still wearing the same clothes from the night, like he had come home and never really moved again.
the same couch where they had spent countless quiet evenings together. the same couch that had held so many pieces of themātheir laughter, their kisses, their whispered conversations, and the moments where they had let their guards down completely.
his gaze was lowered to his hands, his fingers moving absentmindedly against each other, like he had been sitting there for so long that even the smallest movement was enough to keep his mind from wandering too far.
for a second, she forgot everything she had planned to say. because seeing him there was different. the image in her head had been painful. but the reality was worse. he looked so quiet. so far away. and the worst part was knowing that he had come here because he thought being alone would hurt less than waiting for her.
her chest tightened.
āmichaelā¦ā his name left her lips softer than she intended.
a plea for him to look at her.
there was something fragile in the way she said it ā the quiet fear behind it, the worry she couldnāt hide anymore. her voice cracked slightly around his name, and she hated how much it revealed.
for a moment, he didnāt move. her voice reached him, but his mind seemed to take longer to understand it. he just sat there, letting the sound of her voice settle over him.
his name. the way she said it. soft enough that it almost hurt. because he had spent the entire walk home trying to accept that maybe she hadnāt been looking for him.
and now she was standing there, proving him wrong.
slowly, his eyes lifted to hers. and the second their eyes met, everything he had been trying to keep buried came rushing back.
the disappointment. the loneliness.
the hours of convincing himself that it was easier not to expect anything. but then he saw her. really saw her. the worry in her eyes. the way she was standing there like she had rushed home without thinking twice.
like finding him mattered. and for a moment, he didnāt know what to do with that. because a part of him had been prepared to see indifference. he had prepared himself for her to not understand. but he hadnāt prepared himself for her to look at him like she was scared of losing him.
āyou left.ā the words came out quieter than she expected.
not angry. not accusing. just hurt.
like she was still trying to understand it.
her eyes stayed on his, searching his face for somethingāan explanation, a sign that maybe she had misunderstood, that maybe this wasnāt what she thought it was.
āi was looking for you.ā her voice trembled slightly, and she looked away for a moment, swallowing the ache in her chest.
a small confession. a little too late. but honest.
she was still trying to understand how they had ended up here ā standing in the same room, looking at each other, after somehow missing each other all night.
michael stayed quiet.
his eyes dropped for a moment, not because he didnāt want to look at her, but because he didnāt know how to handle the weight of what she had just said. and for a second, he almost let himself believe that maybe the night had been different than he thought.
his fingers tightened together, resting between his knees as he sat there. he had spent the entire ride home trying to make peace with the disappointment.
āi didnāt know what else to do.ā he murmured. his voice almost like a whisper.
not cold. not distant. just tired. like he had spent the entire night trying to figure out what the right thing was, and every option had somehow felt wrong.
their eyes met. and she saw it. not anger. not resentment. just the disappointment he had been carrying all night, the kind he hadnāt wanted to put on her because he knew she never meant to make him feel that way.
āi didnāt want to leave.ā he admitted after a moment, his eyes dropping back to his hands.
hearing that hurt more than if he had told her he was angry.
he hadnāt wanted to leave. he had wanted to stay. he had wanted to be there with her.
her fingers curled slightly at her sides, fighting the urge to reach for him immediately. she wanted to close the distance between them, to take away the hurt she could see in him, but she also knew he needed to finish saying what he had been holding inside.
so she stayed quiet. she stayed there. letting him know she was listening.
āi kept thinking iād wait a little longer,ā a quiet breath left him. āthen a little longer became the whole night.ā
he paused, his gaze still lowered, like admitting it out loud made him feel more vulnerable than he expected.
āand i donāt knowā¦ i just started feeling stupid for standing there hoping youād notice.ā
her heart sank. because he didnāt say it like he was blaming her. he said it like he was blaming himself for caring. and somehow, that hurt even more. because she knew him.
she knew how much he tried not to ask for too much. she hated that he felt that way. because the last thing she ever wanted was for him to think he had to earn her attention, or that he was asking for too much.
how he would rather quietly step away than make someone feel like they had to choose him. she hated that for even a moment, he had felt like he wasnāt worth noticing.
she felt like saying less would be better. anything more felt like it would only get in the way. because she didnāt want to explain herself before he felt heard. she didnāt want to rush to tell him she didnāt mean it, when all he needed was for her to understand that, for a moment, she had made him feel alone.
so she took a small breath.
āiām sorry.ā the words carried everything she didnāt know how to say.
the regret. the guilt. the fact that she wished she had noticed sooner.
then, slowly, she moved closer. not all at once. not like she was trying to fix everything with one touch or pretend that a single moment could erase the way he had felt.
when she reached him, she stopped in front of the couch. she lowered herself beside him, leaving a little space between them at first. because she wanted him to know she was there. she didnāt want to take the feeling away from him.
she just wanted him to know he didnāt have to sit with it alone anymore.
he let out a slow breath he hadnāt realized heād been holding. his hands loosened, his fingers no longer twisting together as tightly as before. the silence between them was still there.
so was the hurt. but it didnāt feel quite as lonely anymore.
he felt her beside him. close enough that he could feel her warmth. she hadnāt tried to erase what he was feeling. she had simply chosen to sit with him. and somehow, that undid something inside him.
his shoulders relaxed ever so slightly, the tension he had been carrying since he left the event easing just enough to notice.
he swallowed, his jaw tightening ever so slightly before he finally let it go. then, almost cautiously, he turned his head.
his eyes found hers. they lingered there. searching.
her eyes were glossy, as though she had been holding herself together ever since someone told her he had left, and now that she was finally looking at him, she wasnāt quite sure how to keep doing that.
she didnāt look at him like someone trying to defend herself. she looked at him like someone whose heart had broken the moment she realized heād walked away alone. she held his gaze without looking away, even as her bottom lip trembled almost imperceptibly. as if she wanted him to see it.
to see how sorry she was. to see that she had come.
the guarded look heād worn all night began to disappear. the hurt on his face lost some of its sharp edges. because no matter how hurt he had beenā¦
seeing her like this hurt too.
the disappointment he had carried all night suddenly felt different. smaller. not because it no longer mattered. but because, sitting there, looking at the tears she was trying so hard to keep from falling, he realized something that made his chest ache.
she had been hurting too.
maybe not in the same way. maybe not at the same time. but she was carrying it now. and the last thing he had ever wanted was to be the reason her eyes looked like that.
he loved those eyes. he loved the way they lit up when she laughed, the way they softened when she looked at him, the quiet warmth they always seemed to hold.
seeing them clouded with guilt insteadā¦ it broke something inside him. his throat felt tight as he fought the urge to reach for her. his heart sank as he watched her struggle to hold herself together.
because despite everythingā¦
despite the disappointment. despite the lonely drive home. despite every moment he had spent wondering if she would notice he was gone.
he still couldnāt bear to see her cry.
his hand twitched towards her without him even realizing it, the familiar instinct to reach for her stronger than the hurt he was still carrying.
when he finally spoke, his voice was quiet. rough around the edges. not because he had raised it. because heād spent hours swallowing the words instead.
āi didnāt want the night to end like this.ā
the confession hung between them.
gentle. heartbreakingly honest. like he was mourning the ending they were supposed to have.
the walk back to the car with her hand tucked into his. the quiet drive home filled with conversations that drifted from everything to nothing at all. the familiar glance sheād always give him before leaning in to steal a kiss at a red light. walking through the front door together. her stealing one of his shirts that always ended being more comfortable than her own. the absentminded kisses exchanged while one of them wandered into the kitchen. the lingering kiss that usually greeted the end of a night well spent.
the comfort of falling onto the couch together, laughing about the smallest moments of the evening until one of them inevitably pulled the other closer. all the little things that no one else would have noticed. the quiet rituals that had slowly become the way they loved each other.
the kind of moments that only mattered when you loved someone enough to treasure every one of them.
and he did. god, he did.
instead, heād gone home alone. stepped into the silence alone. and for the first time in a long time, home hadnāt felt like home at all.
he had spent the entire night believing he had been the only one reaching for her. he hadnāt been.
she had been searching for him too. she had rushed home with fear written all over her face. she had walked through the front door looking like she was terrified she had already lost the chance to make things right.
and suddenly, the night didnāt feel so one-sided anymore. it felt like two people who loved each other so deeply that, somehow, they still managed to miss each other in the worst possible way. he had spent the whole night wanting to reach for her. this time, he finally did.
his fingertips brushed gently against her cheek before his palm settled there, cradling her face with a tenderness that spoke long before he did. the moment his skin met hers, the tear sheād been fighting so hard to hold back finally slipped free.
it traced a slow path down her cheek. his thumb caught it halfway, brushing it away with heartbreaking care.
a sad smile tugged at the corner of his lips. his forehead rested against hers.
āi hate that i made you cry.ā low and quiet. there was no frustration in it. only regret.
her breath caught. for a second, she could only look at him.
even after everything. even after heād gone home alone. even after sheād been the reason heād spent the night hurtingā¦
his first instinct was still to comfort her.
a small, broken smile found its way onto her lips as another tear slipped free. she gave the faintest shake of her head. she lifted her hand to his wrist, her fingers curling gently around it where it rested against her cheek, holding it there.
āi justā¦ā her eyes closed for a moment. āi hated knowing you thought you had to leave alone.ā
when she looked at him again, there was so much love in her eyes it almost ached.
āsoā¦ please, donāt ever do that again.ā it wasnāt a demand. it was a plea.
ācome find me. interrupt me, steal me away if you have to,ā a watery laugh escaped her. āiāll always choose you.ā
the words settled somewhere deep inside him.
softly. patiently. untangling every doubt that had followed him home. because now he understood. it had never been him against her. it had only ever been the night.
a misunderstanding. a painful one. but still, only a misunderstanding. his heart refused to hold onto the hurt any longer.
āiām sorry too,ā he whispered. āiāll always find you.ā
there wasnāt a trace of doubt in his voice anymore. only certainty. his thumb brushed gently across her cheek one last time. then, without another word, he closed the small distance between them.
his lips found hers in a kiss so impossibly gentle it almost hurt. there was no urgency. no desperation. only relief. the quiet kind that settled deep in his chest after hours of wondering whether heād ever get to hold her like this again. just two people finding their way back to each other after spending an entire night convinced they had somehow been left behind.
he kissed her slowly, as though he wanted her to feel everything he couldnāt quite put into words. that he had missed her. that he had never stopped loving her. that one painful night would never be enough to change that.
she melted into the kiss almost immediately. her fingertips brushed lightly along his jaw before settling against the side of his neck, holding him with the same tenderness sheād been trying to put into words. her other hand came to rest against his chest, right above his heart, lingering there as she kissed him back.
āi love you.ā he murmured, his voice rough with emotion but gentle enough to soothe the last of her fears.
and one bad night could never be bigger than that. she smiled through the tears gathering in her eyes.
and in that moment, with his love spoken so simply and honestly, she felt at peace.
āi know,ā she whispered. āi love you too.ā
her eyes shining as she looked at him. her smile trembled, not from sadness, but from the sheer weight of everything she felt in that moment. she looked at him like she was trying to hold onto the feeling. for a moment, neither of them moved. they didnāt need to. the night had been messy.
it had been full of missed chances, wrong assumptions, and moments where they had both felt a little too far away from each other. but they were here now. together.
his fingers found hers, intertwining slowly. a small reminder. a promise. and this time, neither of them let go.
because sometimes love wasnāt about never getting things wrong. sometimes it was about finding your way back.
and they always would.
pool - michael olise
pairing: michael olise x f!reader . . . masterlist genre: fluff synopsis: michael shares an intimate moment at the pool with you a/n: first football fic! i'm back!! hope u enjoy :) feel free to request for football!!
it started when one of the bayern boys said, "come over, everyone's bringing someone!" before long, nearly the entire squad had shown up alongside their partners.
now all you could see and hear was the water beneath you, the music blaring, and the multiple conversations going on. some guys were playing fifa outside on the tv, some playing some sort of water volleyball.
you'd spent most of the afternoon talking with some of the other girlfriends, but it was never for long. the observing was more fun; sitting back, minding your own business, enjoying the sight of people having fun.
michael also drifted between conversations, occasionally stealing glances your way. he wasn't the loudest in the group. not even close, but somehow you always knew where he was.
now the sun was low, casting everything with a golden hue.
you sat on the edge of the pool, feet kicked lazily beneath the surface, the cool water regulating your body temperature from the earlier heat.
"i still don't understand why you haven't gotten in."
you looked up. michael walked toward you in the pool, his shoulders shimmering from the sun and water. he rested his forearms on the edge of the pool before pushing himself up just enough that he was eye level with you.
"i'm comfortable here," you replied.
he fought back, "you've been saying that since you sat here."
"i have."
he rolled his eyes with a smile that barely reached his lips. the closest thing to teasing he ever did.
"come in the pool, babe." his hands inched towards your thighs, just tracing them gently.
a quiet hum escaped your lips. "hm, no."
without another word, he stood taller in the pool, the water reaching just above his waist.
he stepped closer and closer, just until he was directly between your knees.
your legs instinctively parted just enough to make room for him, your feet still floating in the water behind him.
he looked at you, up and down, checking out his girl before him.
"you could just..."
his hands rested on either side of your thighs, not holding you, just balancing himself against the pool's edge. his thumbs just lightly grazed the skin.
"...slide in."
you raised your eyebrows in slight disbelief on how sensual he made that sound. "is that your only argument?"
"i haven't finished."
"really?"
he leaned forward slightly. "the water's nice." he added.
"mhm." your reply was nothing but inviting.
"you'll cool off."
"i seem fine where i am." you leaned in an inch this time.
"you'll make me less lonely."
you couldn't help smiling. "there are like 12 other people in the pool."
"i don't want them."
the words were so simple but they caught you off guard. michael seemed to realize what he admitted a second later, looking away with a small, embarrassed smile. "i meant-"
"i know what you meant, mikes."
his eyes found yours again. the noise around you seemed to disappear. someone cannonballed into the deep end, drawing cheers from the others, but neither of you looked away.
you lifted your hand to cup his jaw. "you know," you said, "you're not usually this persuasive."
"i'm trying something different." a smirk played on his lips.
"i noticed." a small giggle escaped you.
he gently nudged your knee. "come in."
you sighed dramatically, hand dropping from his face. "i don't know..."
"you're already a bit in."
"but i don't want to get fully in." you slightly whined.
"but why not?" his head tilted slightly as his eyes wandered again. and so did his hands.
a tingle ran through you like an electric shock, the effect he had on you by just a touch was unfathomable. "my hair. i don't want it to get wet."
"i can change that."
you gasped.
"michael, don't."
a grin spread across his face. it wasn't a big one, just enough to wrinkle the corners of his eyes.
"there it is. the smile." you commented.
"what smile?"
"the one you pretend you don't have."
"i smile." he feigned offence.
"you smirk."
"i do smile!" his offence was starting to become no longer sarcastic.
"you definitely smirk."
he chuckled under his breath before reaching up. his fingers brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. the gesture was slow, almost hesitant, as though he was checking if you'd pull away.
you didn't.
"you've got sunscreen on your cheek," he murmured.
"you just made that up," you said with disbelief.
"i did."
you laughed, shaking your head. "god, this boy.."
after a moment he spoke again, "so..."
he tilted his head. "are you coming in?"
you pretended to think about it, looking away. "hmmm.."
he placed his finger beneath your chin, making you face back to him. "are you okay?" soft concern laced in his voice.
"mhm," a hum from you before he placed his lips on yours, a soft kiss.
another one followed after a pause of a moment.
a third kiss followed as he sneakily wrapped his arms around your waist.
"nuh uh." you immediately knew what was up, trying to fight against his arms. "michael, hey, no."
"what?" he asked, pretending to be clueless.
"stop! michael!" after giving up on attempting to pry his hands off, you tightly wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on for dear life.
with one smooth movement, he lifted you enough to steal your balance. you squealed, holding on him tightly as he quickly slipped you into the water.
the splash wasn't nearly as dramatic as you expected. he didn't fully submerge you underwater. thank god.
the water reached above your shoulders, managing to get in your mouth. you sputtered it out. nonetheless, the pool was freezing for a second.
it was so cold, you began shivering. opening your eyes, you were met with the sight of michael laughing and apologizing already.
"i'm sorry."
"no you're not! you planned that." your grip on him loosened, yet his hold around you didn't falter. he could tell you were cold from not adapting to the water yet, so he attempted to warm you up with his hands and body.
"...maybe."
you splashed him in the face. "there! revenge."
he wiped the water from his eyes with one hand, refusing to let go of you. "worth it."
you rolled your eyes and rested your hands on his shoulders.
the pool got more comfortable after a few moments, yet he steadied you without pulling you any closer than you already were. around you, the party carried on as if nothing had happened.
the laughter was in the distance, and it felt like the two of you had somehow found your own little corner of the world.
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michael olise x f!reader.
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you and michael were on vacations for one week after the world cup. you decided to go to the turkish and caico islands, islands that michael absolutely wanted to visit.
so there you were, in a villa with nothing around you except a pool and some lights.
it was dark outside, you were both on lounge chairs and without saying much, you started undressing first, the thrill of what you wanted making your skin tingle.
he watched you for a moment, then followed without saying anything, dropping his clothes beside yours.
you slid into the water first, the warmth wrapping around your naked body. michael joined you seconds later and the moment he was close enough you reached for him.
he pulled you in without a word, arms sliding around your waist as your bodies met under the surface. you wrapped your legs around him, pressing chest to chest, skin to skin, holding on tight in a hug.
the water held you both as you floated slowly together, barely moving while his arms stayed locked around your back, one hand gently stroking along your spine.
your fingers traced the back of his neck and you rested your head on his shoulder,
āfeels good,ā you whispered.
āmmh,ā he hummed in reply, squeezing you closer, his lips brushing your temple.
michael occasionally nuzzled into your neck or ran his hands slowly down your sides, keeping you as close as possible.
you responded by holding him even tighter, one hand in his hair, the other tracing the muscles of his back.
the pool water lapped softly around you both as you drifted in lazy circles, never letting go and minutes stretched into hours.
ādonāt let go,ā he murmured like he was falling asleep.
āi wonāt,ā you answered softly, pressing a kiss to his collarbone before burying your face against him again.
you stayed like that for a long time, tangled together in the middle of the pool, exchanging soft kisses and tighter squeezes.
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Drunk Thoughts 1
Pairing : Michael Olise X Reader
Summary : He breaks no contact drunk
Details : This is a request in addition to the poll
Part 2
You and Michael were together, you loved each other, the way you understood one another was priceless.
However, when he signed with Bayern Munich and moved to Germany everything went downhill.
Michael grew popular, facing major challenges in his career, work became more and more demanding and you couldnāt be there for him. So it seemed to Michael that you didnāt care enough.
You argued that you cared just like before and you had your own career to pursue too.
That was the breaking point, each person follows their path and you became exes on a Thursday night.
As international break approached, Michael booked his tickets to come back to his family. After spending a long week with his family, he gets a call from ebs, his best mate, also a footballer on break. They agree to meet up at some club, have a drink, chat and spend some time having fun.
2:09 AM, youāre sat on your sofa, half-asleep, dedicated to finish your series tonight. Your eyes open wide as your phone rings on the table in front of you. Immediately you grab the remote pausing the scene on the tv, Unknown Number plastered across the screen.
You pressed answer hesitantly, after a few rings.
āHello, who is this?ā You asked
āBaby itās meā a drunk voice said from the other side of the line. You can hear music and shatter. It terrified you honestly. You remained silent questioning your next move.
āBaby why arenāt answering me? Are you mad at me? I know you donāt like me going out to clubs but the guys invited meā somewhere across these words you recognized the voice. But is it Michael? It canāt be.
āMichael?ā
āYes my love your Michaelā he confirmed drunkly. Tears flooded your eyes, your heartbeat quickening.
āWhere are you?ā You managed to say through tears.
āThat one bar with the weird red sign, you know it right? Itās where we once had an argumentā so many thoughts and uncertainty. How can he remember that much if heās drunk? Why is he calling me now?
āOkay Michael wait for me thereā you cut the line, grabbing your keys, powering the engine, reversing out of the driveway. Few minutes later, youāre parking at the barās entrance, but thereās a crowd.
You get out of the car, searching for Michael, tears never left your cheeks, hands shaking, your gaze falls on his figure sat against the wall, on the floor mumbling something to his friend.
āShe told me sheās coming, I told you she loves meā you hear him as you step closer
āCome on, we have to goā you tell him
Once his eyes reach your face, his face lights up, attempting to stand up.
You help him, along with his friends as you combine your efforts to get him in the car, managing through people because they knew it was Michael Olise and wouldnāt leave him alone.
You ran to the driverās seat after thanking the guys and sped away.
āOh God I missed your scentā he started.
āYour eyes, the way you walked to me, your voiceā He continued
āStay with me pleaseā he demanded
āBaby answer me pleaseā he turned his eyesight to you.
āMichael youāre drunkā
āI still love you even when Iām drunkā he laughed.
You parked the car and got out
āAlright letās get you insideā you said opening his door
āWeāre home?ā He asked
āYes we areā you answered
āOh so now we can cuddle?ā He tried stepping out the car
āFor now letās make it insideā you pulled his arm over your neck and supported him by his waist as you walked towards the door.
Once inside, you set him on the sofa, you turn to grab water for the both of you but Michael pulls you on his lap.
āWhere are you going? You promised me cuddlesā he whines, wrapping his arms around your waist.
You sit in his grip, the smell of alcohol hitting your nostrils, shocked by his behavior.
You turn to face him, only to find him asleep and so you slept there all night.
Authorās Note : Iām not sure how well I didš I hope you enjoyed itš¤
