hi i wanted to request a fluff fic with olise where they go to the club and get drunk and have fun and the next day pictures and videos come out that he’s definitely not nonchalant in and when michael is asked about it or teased he claims it’s ai 😭😭
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a michael olise oneshot ✦ masterlist
synopsis michael is very much in love with his girlfriend. allegedly.
warnings drunk michael, touchy michael, established relationship, y’all are doing too much fr (lol), nasty hands
wordcount i still don’t know
a/n imma go to SLEEP bc 💀 im exhausted wtf. not my best but i hope you’ll like it anyway <3
michael had been staring at you for the past five minutes.
respectfully, of course.
well.
as respectfully as a man could actually stare at his girlfriend’s ass while she danced a few feet away from him.
in his defense, it was your birthday.
which didn’t explain anything, actually.
but you looked good.
really good.
too good even.
and more importantly, you knew you looked good.
michael could always tell when you were feeling yourself. there was something different about you. the way you carried yourself, the little smile that had been sitting on your lips all night, the way you danced without caring who was watching.
apparently, he was watching.
very closely.
“bro.”
michael barely looked away from you. “what ?”
“nothing.”
that stupid laugh beside him told him it definitely wasn’t nothing. michael ignored it.
across the room, you caught his eye again for what seemed to be the hundredth time since y’all arrived.
there it was.
that smile.
you crooked one finger at him, mumbling "come here" to him.
michael shook his head no.
you frowned dramatically.
then came the little pout.
fucking hell.
he put his drink down. your smile immediately returned.
“knew it,” you said when he finally reached you.
“knew what ?”
“you can’t tell me no. soft ass.”
“i tell you no all the time, stop that.”
“name one.”
michael opened his mouth. nothing came out.
you laughed right in his face.
“exactly.”
his hand found your waist before you could turn away, pulling you back against him.
“annoying,” he quietly muttered.
“but you love me.”
“allegedly.”
you gasped, twisting around in his arms. “dissing me on my birthday is crazy work.”
michael was already smiling. and unfortunately for him, someone had a camera pointed directly at the two of you.
not that either of you noticed. of course you wouldn’t.
you were already turning around again, back settling against michael’s chest as the next song started playing. “oh, i love this one.”
“you said that about the last four songs.”
“because they’re playing good music.”
michael hummed, unconvinced.
you didn’t care.
tonight, you felt good.
pretty.
more than pretty, actually.
your outfit sat exactly how you wanted it to, your hair still looked good despite the heat of the club and somewhere along the night you had reached that perfect level of tipsy where everything was ten times funnier and your body seemed to know every song before your brain did.
so when the beat dropped, your hips naturally followed.
michael’s hands found them almost immediately.
of course they did.
“michael.”
“hm ?”
you looked over your shoulder.
“your hands.”
he looked down at them like he had absolutely no idea how they got there.
“what about them ? they’re not doing anything.”
fucking liar.
you laughed, turning back around.
michael smiled against your temple.
for someone who had spent the first hour of the night pretending he was perfectly content standing around with a drink in his hand, he had become suspiciously attached to you.
every time you moved, he moved.
every time you leaned back, he was there.
and every time your hips rolled against him, his fingers tightened just a little around your waist.
and you knew exactly what you were doing.
so did he.
“behave,” he murmured close to your ear.
you immediately did the opposite.
your friends screamed before you even finished whining your hips back against him.
michael’s head dropped.
you could feel him laughing behind you.
“you’re annoying.”
“it’s my birthday.”
“you’ve said that about fifteen times.”
“because you keep forgetting.”
“i literally bought you a birthday present.”
“buy me another one.”
“see ? greedy.”
you turned in his arms with the biggest smile on your face.
“you love it.” you kissed him.
he did.
god, he did.
and that was probably the problem.
because michael had never been particularly good at hiding anything from you. apparently, after a couple drinks, he wasn’t particularly good at hiding it from anyone else either.
by the time someone brought another round to the table, you had somehow ended up half sitting between michael’s legs.
nobody remembered how.
least of all you.
you were telling him a story.
a very important story, judging by the way you kept grabbing his face whenever his attention moved elsewhere.
“no, listen.”
“i’m listening, baby”
“you’re not.”
“i am.”
“what did i just say ?”
michael stared at you.
you stared back.
“…something about your shoe.”
your mouth fell open. “see.”
“what ?”
“you weren’t listening.”
“baby, you’ve been talking about this for ten minutes.”
“because you keep interrupting.”
“i haven’t said anything.”
“exactly.”
michael blinked. there was absolutely no winning this conversation.
“okay,” he said eventually, pulling you closer by your waist. “tell me again.”
and just like that, you were happy.
“okay, so—”
you started the entire story over.
michael listened.
actually listened.
chin resting against your shoulder, one arm around your middle while you gestured dramatically with both hands.
every once in a while you’d turn your head to make sure he was still paying attention.
every time, he was already looking at you.
smiling.
that was the video that fucked him over.
unfortunately, that wasn’t the only video.
there was you dancing in front of him.
michael catching you around the waist when you nearly backed straight into someone.
you fixing his chain.
him holding your face between his hands while you laughed at something he said.
you stealing his drink.
him taking it back.
you stealing it again approximately seven seconds later.
and perhaps most damaging of all :
michael smiling in nearly every single one.
the internet was having a fucking field day.
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itsynn the birthday girly got her big birthday present. thanks y’all 4 the bday wishes <3
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marapirez happy bday pretty !!!
itsynn thank you for being here <3
jamalmusiala10 ik a successful birthday when I see one
itsynn PERIODT
itsynn where’s my bday gift Jamal ?
jamalmusiala10 aks michael im sure he knows
ester_exposito que lindaaa 🤩 happy bday 💞
itsynn says la mas linda 💓💓
user and how do you not want to act UP when you get this at home ?????? @m.olise ur a brave soldier
itsynn im BAD BAD but he handles my ass just right 🤰🏽
user oooooh and she nasty with it
friend ik ur not naked in that last picture @itsynn
itsynn AND DID ! idk if you can see it but I got laid after that pic was taken 🥳
m.olise ❤️🔥
itsynn use ur words I beg
m.olise ur perfect ❤️
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user is michael still claming those videos were ai ?
itsynn y’all need to touch grass srly
m.olise it’s obviously ai. allegedly.
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