#oliver giroud x reader

[luvneymar]

princess treatment pt.3? with mbappé, richarlison, and erling haaland? :)

# PRINCESS TREATMENT 3! — footballers! (final!)

— SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your footballers boyfriends! (part 1) (part 2)

CONTENT: fluff, footballers being simps, light jealousy, sensual themes, just cute stuff overall!

PARINGS: earling haaland x fem!reader, richarlison x fem!reader, oliver giroud x fem!reader

NOTE: someone asked for giroud content so I combined it with this lol! any examples of this do not represent of the body type, race or ethnicity of the reader! tysm for reading! 💕

RICHARLISON DE ANDRADE — dollar bills!

Recently you saw a trend on TikTok where girls would hold their hands out to their boyfriends, friends, brothers or literally anybody to see what they would do.

Richarlison was currently playing video games with his friends on FaceTime but fortunately you placed your camera in the room before he went in & you’ve been recording ever since.

You were holding your phone camera in your hand as discreetly as possible to not alert your boyfriend about the challenge your trying on him. “Baby? are you in here?” You peaked into his gaming room spotting him on his chair as he shouted at Neymar for something in among us.

Hearing your voice his head whipped around and he opened his arms signalling you to come over, you shuffled over giving him a hug as his head was pressed onto your stomach & hands were wrapped around your ass.

Once you both pulled away your challenge had begun as you stuck out your palm standing there with a bright smile, at first he hadn’t noticed anything as he turned back to the computer screen.

Until you were standing there for a good 30 seconds & he spun his head around to look at you quickly before looking back at the screen, he took his hand off the mouse taking your hand flipping it over to the backside of your hand & giving it a kiss.

He turned back to the screen until he realized you were still standing there; cheeky smile on your face palm still stuck out in-front of you, he chuckled as he dug through his pants pulling out his wallet.

“Richarlison? Are you still there?” Neymar called at alerting him that the new round had started.

“Yeah I’m here hold on.” He replied back as he fished through his wallet grabbing a huge stack of cashing & placing it in your hand along with his black card. “Happy?” He asked looking up at your face which was filled with surprise.

You hadn’t expected him to give you this much money let alone any at all as you assumed he’d just take your hand & place it on his private parts. You scoffed happily curling your fingers over the stack. “Definitely, but what will I even do with this much money?”

“Whatever you’d like baby, it’s all yours.” He answered turning his head back to the screen & unmuting himself on face-time. You gave him a quick kiss pulling his face towards you before walking away checking your phone to see if the footage was recorded.

You edited the video a little before posting it captioning it with: “HE’S SO SWEET 😭😭” Seconds later likes, comments & replies came flooding in about how Richarlison was the perfect boyfriend.

OLIVER GIROUD — first class!

“You’re so excited baby have you never flown out of the country?” Oliver chuckled watching you practically fly out of the valet car that was escorting you to the airport tarmac.

Ever since you complained about how you haven’t gone on a vacation in a while that very day Oliver booked your dream vacation paying for unnecessary expenses like tour guides & other things; as-long as it made you happy he thought.

“I have! I’ve never been to the Mal Dives though.” You answered pulling his arm to get him out of the car, you both didn’t need to worry about your luggage since Oliver paid for it to be flown before-hand.

“I’m coming babe hold on, you’re gonna rip my arm off.” Oliver laughed as he stepped out of the car turning his head to look at what you were staring at all starry eyed.

“Look, it’s a private jet. Just for the two of us.” You rambled on about the jet standing in-front of you both, you were used to Oliver spending a fortune on you whether it was cars, jewellery or even 1000 roses but a whole jet was much different.

“I know, do you like it?” He asked as he placed his hands in his pockets leaning back and forth between his heels and his toes. “Are you kidding? Who wouldn’t like this.” You laughed in disbelief.

“I’m glad you like it, c’mon baby let’s board the plane before they leave without us.” Oliver took your hand into his as he directed you towards the plane, you greeted the flight attendant who was waiting for you at the entrance as she guiding you both to your seats.

Once you both were settled in your chairs chatting happily about your upcoming adventures a flight attendant had came around with a cart filled with expensive looking drinks & desserts. “Champagne or Club Soda?” She asked with a smile.

“Champagne please, babe what about you?” You turned to look at your boyfriend who was staring at the window as he unconsciously caressed your knuckles with his thumb, you squeezed your hand bringing his attention back to you.

“Hmm? Oh, I’ll have whatever your having.” He leaned into kiss you on your cheek before turning to stare out the window again continuing to stroke your knuckles, you smiled turning back to the attendant,“2 Champagnes please.”

As the flight attended walked away Oliver noticed that you had a particularly slummed look on your face, you were just jumping around in joy so seeing you down worried him.“Are you okay?”

“Yep! Just thinking of what we’re gonna do when we get there.” You sent your signature “i’m fine” smile his way continuing you tap your feet against the empty seat right in-front of you as you looked back down to face your feet.

“You look worried though.” He let go of your hand using his freed hand to pull your face towards his forcing you to face him, seeing his eyes filled with concern made you sigh before continuing, “Yeah it’s just, how much was this trip?”

His face soften hearing what you we’re concerned about, you both had fight’s about money in the past & about how Oliver spent way to much money on pointless things,“Oh, don’t worry about that baby.”

“I have too, you can’t go broke because you wanna please me. I’ll be fine with whatever you provide.” You admitted in a quiet voice turning your head to face the window across from your aisle. “With my profession I’ll go broke the day you go bald.”

“What if I go Bald tomorrow?” You wanted to laugh at his joke but it was quite hard knowing you really could go bald tomorrow & Oliver could become broke, after all nobody knows what could happen.

“You wouldn’t, what I’m trying to say is. I spend this money to make you smile, whether it’s a large purchase or small it’s for you. In this case; a private jet just for my princess.”

Hearing your boyfriend be so adamant about you spending his money & not thinking of you as a sugar baby or a gold digger relieved you greatly. Yes, you both were dating but you weren’t a mind reader, for all you know he could be planning to kill you.

“Alright then, on that note; I could get used to this. Fast.” You pushed your insecure thoughts to the side as you settled into your seat properly reclining the seat, feeling in all the luxuries to the max. He chuckled at your childishness as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder pulling you in.

“Get used to it baby, you’re stuck with me, my jet & my money forever.”

ERLING HAALAND — giant teddybear!

“I told you not to eat so many sweets before went on the ride, no wonder you almost threw up.” Your boyfriend reminded you as he leaned over helping you walk throughout the winter carnival without collapsing.

Seeing that his good friend Jude had gone recently to the Winter Wonderland you decided it be good for the both of you to go as well, until it wasn’t. It was either Erling was too tall for some of the rides or you chickened out just looking at it.

But seeing as you were low-key being a party pooper for your boyfriend who you basically forced to come to the attraction you decided to go onto the wildest ride there was available; bad, bad idea.

Erling had bought you almost every single foot item you looked at for to long filling your stomach much faster than you’d like, by the 4th taco you ate you were ready to unbutton your pants & burst.

“It was fun wasn’t it though?” You groaned out patting the shoulder of your boyfriend signalling him to slow down as you felt as if you were going to barf, he slowed down waiting for you to gain your composure.

Seeing as you took a little longer than usual he bent down pulling your body on his back giving you a piggyback ride, you on the other hand smirked into his back tucking your legs around his waist. “All apart of my plan.” You muttered into his neck taking in his scent.

“Did you say something?” Erling asked as he begun to walk passing by multiple food-stalls that just the smell of the food made you sick, you wrapped your arms around his neck & placed your head in the crook of his collarbone.

“Nope! Nothing! Don’t worry about it baby.” You whispered into his ear closing your eyes in the process, as Erling walked past multiple stalls you closed your eyes feeling peaceful almost falling asleep till you jolted up after feeling as if you were falling.

As you opened your eyes you looked around seeing that the entrance was just a few miles away, something also caught your eye; a stand with gigantic teddy bears. “Baby?”

“Hmm?” he hummed, waiting for you to say what you needed.

“Can you win that for me before we leave?” You asked him patting his shoulder to get him to slow down so he didn’t walk right by the stand.“Win what?”

“The giant teddy bear.” You slid down his back and turned towards the stall pointing to the humongous teddy bears.

“You’re such a child, fine.” Erling walked towards the stand grabbing a few of the tennis balls on the desk as he backed away throwing them at the targets scoring on each one of them.

The man at the stall handed him a giant pink bear almost the size of you leaving Erling to walk back to you giant big bear in hand stupid grin on his face, you took the bear out of his hand giving it a big squeeze. “Thanks baby.”

“What should I name him?” You asked as you both continued to walked towards the exits hand in hand, hearing that Erling turned to you looking at you weirdly, “You name your teddy bears?”

“Of course! Since you won him for me I’ll name him, Erlie.” You smiled at him squeezing his hand, Erling chuckled at your ridiculous as he bent down to give you a kiss on your forehead.

“You’re too cute, but Erlie is a horrible nickname love. Makes him sound like an old man.”

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More than friends

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[applejuicefruit]

This might sound weird but can i request Olivier Giroud x teen reader, like where they are neighbours and reader’s parents are like drunk and drugged people so he takes care of her? In a fatherly way❤��❤️

I really love your blog! You writings are my favorites❤️❤️

Okay so you’re telling me there are NONE writings about Olivier Giroud on this app?

THIS MAN NEEDS MORE APPRECIATION

Thank you so much for requesting this! This one actually feels very personal to me.

I hope you like this💓

(Let’s pretends Oli doesn’t have kids and a wife in this story okay🤭)

also tw : domestic abuse, drug and alcohol mention, violence , oliver being the father i actually need since mine went out to buy milk and never came back ☹️

kylian mbappe is in this one too! kinda of kylian x friend reader where they both have a crush on each other 🤭

just look at the way he’s comforting kylian 😭😭😭😭😭

Safe

You grew up in a pretty messed up family.

You’re parents were caring and nice when you were a kid but once you grew up they stopped caring about you. The only reason they didn’t divorce was because they had to decided who would take care of you and since no one wanted to do it they remained married. Also because if they divorced your rich uncles wouldn’t gave them any more money. You called them for help so many times and the only thing they did was giving them money.

What a shitty family.

You can’t recall when everything started to going down you just remembered being alone all of sudden.

You lived in a fancy complex in the middle of Milan. It was a very expensive building, the one who has a gym and a pool inside of it. If it wasn’t for your uncles you all would be living under a bridge now.

Your parents acted normal in public but inside your house everything was crazy. They would constantly fight and throw things at each other. They would scream and hit each other and that made you feel so unsafe.

You tried to escape once and saying that they didn’t even realised you were gone hurt you.

You were 18 so legally you could have left, problem you had no job or degree.

One night the constantly screaming made you feel sick and you decided to sit on the stairs of your complex hoping they would stop.

It was cold and you were only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans but you were so scared of going back inside that you preferred staying cold.

You waited for two hours, sitting there all alone but they wouldn’t stop. You started crying and fidgeting with your hands, your anxiety rising when you heard someone coming out of the elevator.

You pretended you didn’t hear anything so your neighbour wouldn’t ask you.

You knew exactly who he was.

Olivier Giroud, the famous football player. He played for Milan and for the Equipe de France. He won the world cup once. He’s also champion of Italy now.

He was a nice person. Always greeting you when he saw you, asking you if you were good. He was like an angel sent to heart. Everyone loved him for his caring and gentle soul.

In fact he was going home when he saw you sitting on the stairs, shivering from the cold.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” he asked with a concerned voice

“Yes” you said with a shaky voice and in that moment you cursed yourself because you didn’t want to look so weak

“Are you sure?”

“Mh-mh”

“What are you doing outside here? It’s cold,

plus it’s past midnight, you should be sleeping…”

“I’m fine”

“Have you eaten?” he asked and when he mentioned food your stomach rumbled

You were starving.

“Do you want to come inside and eat something?” he asked hoping you would say yes

“I don’t want to bother”

“It’s fine really”

In that moment you turned around to look at him and when he saw your face his heart broke a little. Your eyes red and puffy from crying.

You stood up and followed him inside his home.

His apartment completely different from yours.

It was clean and nice decorated. It felt like home.

“You can sit on the couch if you want to, I’ll get you something to eat” he said while you sat

He came back a few moments later with a very good looking sandwich and you couldn’t help to smile at his kind gesture.

You thanked him and started eating.

Once you’ve finished he gave you something to drink and set everything in the sink.

“Now can you tell me what were you doing outside?” he asked you again

“I didn’t want to stay at home”

“Your parents?” he asked and you looked at him with an interrogative face “I hear them fight sometimes” he said

“Yup, that’s my life”

“Have you called someone?”

“I’ve called so many people and no one would do anything”

“I’m sorry, truly, if you want you can use my guest bedroom and stay here tonight” he said

“I can’t accept, you already did a lot for me”

“I insist, I can’t let you go back knowing they might hurt you”

You thought about it and accepted his offer.

Just for one night.

He showed you the way and the moment you touched the bed you drifted off to sleep.

He woke you up around 8 am

“I’m sorry to wake you up but I have to go to practice, you can stay here a bit more if you want to” he said truthfully

“No it’s fine I’ve got school in one hour…”

“Okay, well, if you need anything just give a call” he gave you his phone number and you thanked him.

After that night days passed and everyday he would make sure you were okay. He texted you and asked if you needed anything. Truth was you wanted to spend the rest of your days in his apartment, away from your parents but you couldn’t take advantage of his kindness like this.

This month things got worse.

Your dad started drinking again because things were going bad at work, your mum started using again and you were on the verge of a crisis.

“Y/n!” your dad called you from the living room.

You were in your bedroom doing your homework so you decided to ignore him.

It was almost 10 pm so he would have probably fell asleep very soon. Your mom was out, probably with some druggies.

“Y/n!” your dad called you again.

You decide to go out and see what he wanted.

When he saw you he smiled a bit.

“Honey can you get me a beer?” he asked.

Was he serious?

“No” you replied back

“Excuse me?”

“I said no. I was doing my homework and you interrupted me. Plus you’re already drunk you don’t need another beer!” you said almost leaving when you saw the bottle of his empty beer crashing straight into the wall in front of you.

“Where do you think you’re going whore! Come back and pay me some respect! I’m your father” he said standing up from the couch.

You started to being scared.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to…” you apologised hoping he would calm down.

You were so wrong.

He come towards you with an inhuman speed and slapped you right in face. The impact was so hard you fell to the floor. He never raised his hands to you.

“Dad I said i’m sorry please…”

“What a whore, always begging just like whores do” he said sitting on top of you “I bet you like when I hit you” he said punching your nose making it hard to breathe.

You tried to free yourself and somehow, due to the fact that he was drunk he lost his balance and fell.

In that moment you ran out of your apartment and ran through the corridor trying to find Olivier’s apartment.

“Olivier…” you almost shouted knowing on this door. You really hoped he was home you didn’t have no where to go “Olivier please please open the door” you knocked a bit louder, your eyes full of tears, your face red and you knows bleeding “please please Olivier”

That’s until you saw him opening the door with a very concerned face

When you saw him you hugged him so tight you were scared to leave him.

He was shocked, he didn’t know what was going on so he simply hugged you.

You cried into his shirt but he didn’t mind

He waited a few minutes before you calmed down.

“Sweetie can you look at me?” the moment you looked at him he saw your bleeding nose and your red cheek “What happened? Who did this to you?” he asked in a more serious tone

“My-my father…he was - he was drunk he didn’t mean to”

“I’m calling the police”

“No please no, don’t”

“Sweetheart…”

“I know it’s a bit messed up but they’re the only family I have, please…”

The moment you said this you saw your dad coming straight into Oli’s apartment.

Olivier saw it and he put you behind him in a protective way.

“Leave before I call the police”

“Why? What has done this whore for you? Is she good in bed? The only reason a football player would stay with her I guess”

“I won’t say it again, leave before I call the police”

“Nah, the bitch is coming home with me and she’s going to learn some good manners”

“Not a chance” Olivier said protecting you “now leave my apartment before I call the police”

Your dad left without not even looking at you.

The moment he left you started crying harder and shaking. You were so scared.

“Hey hey it’s fine. You’re okay he’s gone okay? He won’t hurt you ever again I promise you, I swear on my life” he said hugging you.

You simply nodded too tired to even reply.

He medicated your nose and let you sleep in his guest bedroom.

The morning after you woke up with a lot of noise coming from your apartment.

“Olivier?” you called him going into his living room

“Stay here” he simply said

“What’s going on?”

“The police is here…I know I said I wouldn’t call them but…” he didn’t even finish the sentence that you hugged him

“Thank you” you said

He smiled and hugged you back.

From that day on you continued living with him, his guest bedroom became your own bedroom. He helped you with homework and did everything a father should do for his own kids even if you weren’t his. He would bring you his matches and you would cheer for him. Who knew you liked football this much?

Until the moment of the world cup came

You couldn’t go with him in Qatar mostly because of school so you had to stay home alone for a month. You weren’t sure how to react, after your past you hated being alone.

“So…” he said coming through the door and sitting on the sofa watching tv with you “how would you feel coming in Qatar with me?” he asked you

“I-I…you know I would love to but I have school”

“I already talked with your school. Your grades are high and you’re the best of the class…they agreed to let you do online classes for a month, in case you wanted to come”

You were speechless. You said yes without even thinking.

When you got in Qatar you went straight into your room and fell asleep on the huge comfortable bed. The next day Olivier introduced you to the rest of the team, everyone knew your past but they decided to not say anything to make you uncomfortable. They all made you feel safe.

You took a liking in Kylian.

He was the first one to approach you.

He introduced himself and you started talking.

“So how’s my belle today?” he asked when he saw you coming out of your bedroom

“I’m good thank you! How are you?”

“Fine, ready to our first match against Australia” he said knowing it was going to be a great match “in fact…I wanted to ask you if you could wear this” he said giving you his jersey “you know, as a good luck”

“Of course but don’t tell Olivier” you said making you both laugh.

Olivier tho saw everything from a distance and couldn’t be happier that you were making friends. Even if he knew he would have to talk with Kylian.

“Okay…well I better go now, I have practice” he said awkwardly

“Oh yes, sure…I’ll see you tonight”

“Yes…well, bye” he said waving to you.

At the stadium you were in the VIP section, feeling protected with a lot of security. The game went good! France won 4-1 against Australia. Rabiot scored first, Giroud scored twice and Kylian scored too. You couldn’t be happier. You knew they were celebrating in the changing room so you simply texted Olivier you were coming back to the hotel.

Once arrived you changed into your pajamas and laid Kylian’s jersey on your bed.

A few hours later a gentle knock woke you up from your sleep. When you opened you saw a very happy and excited Kylian.

“Did I wake you?” he said apologising

“No” you lied

“Sure…” he said not believing you but smiling “the jersey brought me good luck”

You couldn’t help but blush.

“You’re just good at playing football Kylian, I didn’t do anything”

“You were there, for Olivier, for me, and for the team…and that meant a lot” he said truthfully looking into your eyes. You didn’t know how to feel. You’ve never had a boyfriend, you’ve never had a real crush so you didn’t know how to act. He kinda sensed it your discomfort so he just smiled trying to ease it a bit.

You got lost into his eyes.

“I’ve spoken with Olivier” he said out of nothing “he really cares about you…that’s why he threatened me”

“He did what?” you almost shouted

“He said I have to treat you good and if I dared to hurt you he would kill me” he said now laughing and you couldn’t help to laugh too “but we’re good friends so I would never hurt you…”

Ouch that hurt.

Just friends?

He saw your expression change and he wanted to say a bit more.

“Unless…you don’t want us to be just friends?” he teased a bit and you were completely out of words.

Of course you wanted to be more than friends!

He looked straight into your eyes and saw the way you were looking at his lips so the made first step and gently put his hands on your face and kissed you. Very gently. His lips like feathers on yours. You wrapped your arms around his body and put him closer to you.

You kissed for a while before you separated to catch breathe.

“I want this” he said truthfully “I want to be more than friends”

“I don’t know how to act Kylian…I’ve never dated”

“We’ll take things slow, I won’t pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to but please, just give me a chance”

You didn’t even replied back instead you kissed him.

He smiled into the kiss.

If someone told you a couple of months ago that this was going to be your life you wouldn’t believed it but now this was really your life and you couldn’t be more grateful.

To that angel named Olivier who changed your life in the best way.

[luvneymar]

[ ᥫ᭡ ] ── IRENE’S MASTERLIST

[ ᥫ᭡ ] ── GENERALS

— PRINCESS TREATMENT; oneshot!

SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your wealthy footballer boyfriends!

PARINGS: jude x reader, neymar x reader, cristiano x reader, messi x reader

— PRINCESS TREATMENT 2; oneshot!

SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your wealthy footballer boyfriends!

PARINGS: antoine greizmann x reader, mason mount x reader, kylian mbappé x reader, trent x reader

— PRINCESS TREATMENT 3; oneshot!

SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your wealthy footballer boyfriends!

PARINGS: erling haaland x reader, richarlison x reader, oliver giroud x reader

[ ᥫ᭡ ] ── NEYMAR JUNIOR

— NEYMAR 1; series!

SUMMARY: You & Neymar prepare for the birth of your baby-girl while dealing with relationship, family & personal issues.

PARING: young!neymar x female!reader

— FOREVER AND ALWAYS; oneshot!

SUMMARY: You and your best friend have been in-love with each other since forever, one day you both get drunk and you end up pregnant

PARING: teen!neymar x teen!reader

— PREGNANT PICKLES; oneshot!

SUMMARY: Neymar fulfills all the whims of his wife pregnant especially your odd food cravings.

PAIRING: young!neymar x young!reader

— MOMMY SENSES; oneshot!

SUMMARY: You wake up to Neymar trying to get some sex but you’re sure that your son is awake.

PARING: fiancé!neymar x fiancée!reader

— UTTERLY ORDINARY; oneshot!

SUMMARY: you attempt to bake cookies with neymar as you force him to do your skincare routine with you & who’s only goal is to distract you, romantically ofc.

PARING: Fiancé!Neymar x Doctor!Fiancée!Reader

— GOOD BOY, BAD BOY; twoshot?

SUMMARY: you finally meet the parent of your star-student & he’s more than you’d expected.

PARING: young!dad!neymar x preschool teacher!reader

[ ᥫ᭡ ] ── KYLIAN MBAPPÉ

— NEWBORN CUDDLES; oneshot!

SUMMARY: you just gave birth to twin girls & kylian walks in when your breastfeeding them. He cuddles you & the baby-girls.

PARING: husband!kylian x wife!reader

[ ᥫ᭡ ] ── JUDE BELLINGHAM

– BEAUTY IN DEATH; series!

SUMMARY: After coming back from a one-night stand with his his best friend, Jude realizes you don’t see him. He’s in love with you and you don’t see him.

PAIRING: bestfriend!jude x bestfriend!reader

[applejuicefruit]

hey, could you do one of Oliver giroud, with an age difference ( reader 23/24 ) where the reader feels insecure about her relationship with Oliver, and thinks he is only with her for sex, one day she will leave and go get drunk, and when she comes home Oliver will try to take care of her and she will say she feels/or thinks he is only with her for sex, that when he gets tired of her he will leave her for someone else and other things, and then Oliver will comforting her and making sure she's the only one for him and that he's not just with her for sex, and they'll talk about it and in the end, everything works out (sorry if it's confusing)

I love Olivier please send me more requests!

Olivier Giroud x reader

Daddy issues

Doubts started filling your mind when you read all the comments on your recent post with Olivier. It was a simple selfie with a simple heart in the caption, nothing wrong you thought. But all the mean comments made you feel insecure of your relationship.

“He’s dating her only for the sex, he doesn’t really love her” someone said.

“I bet she’s good in bed” someone else said.

“Poor thing, she really thinks he loves her?” another one said. You’ve been only dating for a year and you remember when you started dating you both were on the cover of every gossip magazine in Italy. Mostly because you were only 23 and he was 36 so people assumed you were dating him just or fame and money but you really loved him, with all of your heart but of course, they don’t care about that.

So now you were contemplating whether staying at home and waiting for Olivier to come back home from training or texting your friends and asking them to go out and drink.

You opted for the second one, of course. So you called them and asking them to meet at your favorite club in one hour while you started getting ready and sent a quick text to Olivier telling him that you were out with your friends and that you will come home later in the night.

Once you got ready you called a taxi, knowing that probably you would be too drunk to come back home by yourself and waited for it to arrive.

You were wearing a short but not too short black silk dress with a pair of heels and your black leather jacket finishing your look. Nothing to eccessive but you wanted to feel comfortable with yourself, trying to shield away all the negative comments you’ve been reading all day that made you feel uncomfortable and insecure.

The taxi arrived and drove you to the club where you saw your friends waiting for you. Back into the club you all ordered a cocktail first, then a second one, then a third one, ending with your best friend buying a bottle of champagne for all of you and you offering two rounds of tequila shots. Three hours later and you were all completely waisted except one of your friends just because she didn’t like alcohol so she only got some pepsi for her. Olivier texted you how the night was going and if you needed him to pick you up but you simply sent him a “no, see u at home”. Before leaving the club you wanted to drink a little more so you got yourself a beer and got more that waisted. Your mind was spinning and if it wasn’t for your friend holding you up you would have collapsed.

“Okay y/n it’s time for you to get home…I’m gonna take you home okay? Let’s go” your friend said helping you in the car.

“No I don’t want Olivier to see me…he doesn’t love me, he will think I’m childish” you mumbled in your drunk state.

“What are you talking about? He loves you very much y/n…yeah maybe you’re a bit childish but that makes you, you…don’t worry about it okay? Let’s get you home so you’ll be with your lover” she joked about it but you were too drunk to even understand her words.

Once back home she helped you get in, Olivier hearing a car sound knew this was you so he opened the door and thanked your best friend for bringing you back home.

“Thank you” he smiled at her once you were sat on the couch.

“She’s drunk” your best friend said “and talking nonsense…take care of her please”.

“Of course…thank you for bringing her home, she sounded mad when I texted her earlier…” he told your best friend.

“No, not mad, just heavily drunk” she smiled at him and he laughed looking at your drunk figure sat on the couch.

“But really, thank you” he thanked her again and helped her out.

He came back sitting on the couch but you shoved him away.

“Baby are you okay?” he asked you softly.

“No. Why are you with me Olivier?” you asked him, not being able to control your emotions and letting the tears fall.

“What are you talking about y/n? I’m with you because I love you…why this question?” he softly asked you, hating to see you cry. He knelt in front of you while you were sat on the couch.

“Just admit you’re with me just for the sex…In the end you will leave me for a more mature woman, a woman who can give you children and a family because I’m too young for you and-and one day you will realise that I’m not the one you want and…” you mumbled in a very drink voice “…and you will look for someone else and that day will break my heart but I know it will happen, I mean…we have - I don’t remember right now” you started counting with your fingers “a thirteen year age gap and that’s a lot you know? I’m scared you’ll find someone better because it’s not that hard finding someone better than me…” you whispered the last part, telling him all of your doubts and fears. He smiled a bit watching how you mumbled those words mostly because you were drunk as hell but he couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty because he was the reason you were feeling that way.

“Y/n, mon amour…listen to me, I love you, and you are the only woman I want to have in my life okay? I don’t care if we have more than a ten year gap, I don’t care if you don’t want to have kids right now, I couldn’t care less, the only thing I care about is you…I love you, je t’aime…not for the sex, not because you’re young but because you’re you and I love you so much…” he said holding your hands and kissing the palm of them softly. He put one of his hands on your chin gently lifting it up so you could watch him in the eyes and see that he was telling you the truth.

“Princess why don’t we go to bed uh?” he asked you softly.

“Are you telling the truth?” you shyly asked him.

“Of course baby” he smiled at you “I would never lie to you, never…”

“Okay” you smiled back at him.

“Let me take care of you baby…” he helped removing your heels and gently carried you in your shared bedroom. He removed your leather jacket and your dress. You felt a bit vulnerable standing in front of him almost naked, not that he’s never seen you naked but in your drunken state you felt more exposed.

“You’re beautiful mon amour” he smiled at you kissing your cheek.

“Thank you” you mumbled.

He removed your bra and dressed you up in one of his clothes. Just a comfy sweater that was too big for you so you used it as a pajamas.

“Oli…” you whispered.

“Mh?” he looked at you.

“I think I have to throw up…” you rushed yourself to the toilet just in time before you let all your alcohol out.

Olivier held your hair and gently massaged your back, comforting you.

After you were done you washed your teeth while Olivier got you a glass of water.

“I’m sorry…” you said sitting on the bed.

“For what baby?” he apprehensively asked.

“For causing a scene…again…” you sobbed a little.

“You’re drunk baby, it’s fine, really, plus I don’t mind taking care of you mon amour, it’s my way to show you how much you mean to me…” he kissed your lips softly and helped you laying in bed.

Your head on his chest while his arms were wrapped around you and one of his hand was back on your hair gently stroking it. You fell asleep in a minute, too tired to even say goodnight.

“Goodnight mon amour” he whispered in your ear while he turned off the lights and held you close to his body so you could feel safe and protected.