#but thank youuuu for the request I actually having fun drawing this…it takes little time to doodle which surprised me haha…

[sarohy]

More pairings? More dynamics? What about Alph/Louie or Alph/Charlie?

Both. Both is fun. I don’t know both of these ship names but they’re pretty interesting…

Alph is like, die hard fan of Charlie to the point of twisting everything he heard from the captain is just so silly to me like ok you cannot tell me this guy is straight. 😭 Charlie just so used to it he just, agrees or never explain again.

Wait I do know LouiAlph ship name I yhink…computer bug?? It’s such a good name… This two have chemistry that’s kinda alike Louimar (??sorry if it’s wrong lol) but Alph is some what at Louie age group (?I think) so they might get along easier. Alph is concerned about Louie behavior and and his tendency to eat random critters, but also a littlleee amused, only a little hehe…

[crazywritertomboy1224]

(I feel you in the empty inbox too 😢 I have a deal for you, I send you this kirishima request since imma kirishima simp and you have something to write about, deal?)

How about this:

Kirishima and his girlfriend managed to sneak out of the UA campus for a night city date. They were all nervous about being caught, but those fears fade away when they started having fun. Like they went to the arcade were the tried their best to kick each others ass. (you can add whatever else you want to the date). They were having so much fun they almost lost track of time, then tried to sneak back to the dorms without being noticed, but obviously, they failed.

(if you don't mind I'll keep sending you requests :p)

I've been WAITING for a Kiri one! So happy to finally have found another Kiri simp! Sorry this one took so long, I had to get it just right, yk? (Plus I've been kinda busy ;-;) Anyways, hope you like it (and hope it brings Kiri justice)! (Also yes please keep sending in asks!!) As always, stay safe and hydrated and don't forget to eat! <3

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Eijiro Kirishima x Reader

TW: cussing

Genre: Fluff, romantic

Word count: 1579

You cracked your door open, peeking out to make sure no one was around. After you assured the coast was clear, you slipped out, closing the door with a small click behind you.

You stood outside your dorm room, waiting patiently. A nearby door creaked open and you shushed him frantically. “Shut up! God, you’re loud.”

He just laughed quietly, pulling you into a hug and pressing his nose into your hair. You sighed in contentment, having missed these times when it was just the two of you.

“C’mon, let’s go.” He grabbed your hand and you both tiptoed down the hall, took the stairs down, and opened and closed the front doors, all with barely any noise.

Once outside, you turned around to see if you could see any lights turning on, just checking no one had heard you.

“It’s fine, babe. No one saw or heard us. We’re good, now let’s go!”Eijiro grabbed your hand and led you off campus and over to a nearby arcade.

He ran ahead of you and held the door open for you. “M’lady?” he says, a smile playing on his lips as he swung his hand in a semi-circle around, over his head, and under his other arm.

You grinned and walked in, giving him a cheek kiss as you passed. “Thhaannnkkk youuuu,” you said, drawing out your words dramatically.

He giggled and followed you in, trying to fight you to be the first to the counter. You elbowed him in the ribs, temporarily pushing him out of the running.

You ran up to the counter and slammed your hands down on the old, faded linoleum. “Two pleas- DAMMIT EIJIRO!” you screamed as Eijiro came up behind you and pulled you away by your waist.

He slid the money across the counter and turned back to you with a huge smile plastered across his face. You growled under your breath and walked up to him, looking straight up at his face, arms crossed.

“What, pebble?” he asked, tugging your hand up to the counter so the cashier could give you your band and cards.

“Oh, nothing. It’s just that I feel bad for you.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“Because I’m gonna kick your ass.” You smirked, dashing off to find the first game.

You skidded to a stop in front of the only available skee-ball machine and swiped your card. Eijiro did the same on the one paired with yours. It beeped and the plastic shield above the balls slid back.

You picked up the first one and rolled it, landing it in the outer ten-point ring, Eijiro managing to make it in the twenty-point cylinder. You growled to yourself, knowing you’d have to up your game to beat him.

He glanced over at you and flashed you a grin as he rolled his second ball, making it into the ten-point this time.

You roll it with so much angry force that it actually makes it into the one-hundred slot. You freeze for a second, registering what just happened before Eijiro nudges you with his elbow.

“Great shot, y/n!” He beams a huge smile at you and you can’t help but smile back and hug him.

“Thanks, babe!” You roll another one, scoring a ten, Eijiro rolling a fifty.

“One minute left!” The machine squealed out.

You both made a show of quickly rolling all of the balls down, not really caring what holes they landed in. You ended up with 380, Eijiro with 370.

You met him halfway as your machines printed out your tickets and he wrapped you in a hug, breathing in your ear. “Good job, pebble.” He congratulated you.

“Thanks, you too," you replied, ripping your tickets off and shoving them into your back pocket.

“What’s next?” you ask him, since you picked the first game.

“Umm, air hockey? I’m not horrible at it,” he suggests, pointing to the left.

“Sounds good," you reply and he leads the way over.

You take your positions at either side of the table and swipe your cards. You place your hand on your paddle as Eijiro does the same. The puck falls out on his side and he places it in front of his paddle, swatting it over to you.

You swat it back at him, aiming for his pocket. You missed and he deflected it, shooting it back toward your pocket with a little wrist flourish.

You tried to defend it and send it back at him, but you missed and it landed straight in your pocket. You sighed as you grabbed it and placed it back on the table, cracking your neck.

Eijiro laughed. “Why- why are you-” He doubled over in laughter. “Why are you- why are you cracking your- popping your- your neck?” He asked, stuttering from laughter.

You glared at him playfully. “Because I’m about to beat your ass.”

His face suddenly went serious. “No way.” He deflected your shots and sent the puck spinning into your pocket time after time after time until the buzzer went off.

He won… 26-1. He laughed and hugged you. “I love you!” He said, grinning. You sighed in acceptance but were unable to stay mad at him.

“Why do you have to be so cute?” You mock-complained, pressing your face into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“Alright, let’s go. What’s next?” You stood up on your tiptoes and looked around, eyes scanning and mapping out the whole place.

“Hmm… bumper cars?” You suggested, lowering yourself back to the ground and shrugging.

Eijiro reached out and grabbed your hand. “Great idea! Let’s go.”

You dashed across the building and joined the line. You checked the time on your watch. “Oh, shit. Kiri, it’s already two am!”

“Oh shit.” He flipped his wrist to check his own watch and his eyes widened. “Okay, after this, we go back.” You nodded.

After what felt like forever, you were at the front of the line. You showed the nice girl your bands and she let you in. You sat down in the [____] one, your favorite color, while Eijiro chose the red one.

You zoomed around the track, waving pageant-style at him as he hunched over the wheel in the little bumper car that seemed way too small for him. You laughed, throwing your head back as you finished in third place all in all, first between you two.

You stood up, brushing off your clothes, and walked over to help a struggling Kirishima out of his doll-sized car. “Need some help?” You asked, chickling as you extended your hand to him. He took it with an annoyed face but you could see in his eyes that he was joking.

You pulled him up by his hand, your fingers lacing together by instinct once he rose completely out. He wrapped you in a hug as you waited in line to leave.

“Ugh, bottle-necking us like this isn’t cool.” He muttered against your hair, annoyed at the people who designed it with only one exit gate.

You giggled against his shoulder and pull away, leading you out in a hurry. “SHIT!” You yelled. “That took an hour!” Eijiro froze in terror, staring at his phone.

“Fuck. Kaminari and Mina have been texting me.” He said, tapping the screen.

“Dammit. Jirou and Momo have been texting and calling me.” You replied, opening the messages to tell them you’re fine.

You finished texting before him and grabbed the front of his shirt, guiding him out of the building and back to the dorms.

You pulled the doors open and saw Mina and Momo. They were sitting on the couch, sipping tea. Mina looked over as you two walked through the doors. “Care to explain where you’ve been all night?” She asked, raising an eyebrow over her mug.

“Uh- we were with… Denki and Jirou,” Kirishima tries to explain. You nod, thinking you might be able to get away with it.

Denki and Jirou pop their heads over the back of the other couch. Mina looks over with a pointed expression. “Care to try again?”

“We wanted to get away for a bit, just the two of us and have some fun before finals. We were at the arcade down the street.” You blurted out, ducking your head in shame.

“Why didn’t you invite us? We could’ve all hung out!” They exclaimed, clearly riveted that you didn’t invite them.

“Like we said, we just wanted some alone time. Sorry guys, maybe next time?” Eijiro responded, placing a hand around your waist and pulling you close.

Mina seemed satisfied with that answer and sent you off to bed while the four of them stayed downstairs, doing whatever the hell they were doing.

Before you went into your dorm, Eijiro pulled you close and smothered you in a hug. You pulled away, tired, but he gripped at the back of your hips and pressed a sweet, loving kiss to your lips and another to your forehead.

“Goodnight princess. I love you.” He whispered into your ear, hugging you tight one last time.

“Goodnight my manly man. I love you too.” You kissed his neck, which was the highest part you could reach.

You both turned around and went into your separate dorm rooms to sleep in your own separate beds that night. You fell asleep smiling and all the second thoughts you’d ever had slipped away. This was exactly what you needed.

[cafedanslanuit]

would it be ok to ask for hcs of the main 6 + vaderwood and how they would react to their normally energetic and funny mc being a little off and making some self-deprecating jokes (like a little too dark to be funny) as a way of coping and hiding their anxiety/depression? if not thats ok im just in a similar mood today.

self-deprecating jokes are my thing too, tbh. hope you’re feeling better! Also, I couldn’t picture Vandy for this particular hc, I’m sorry :c

Yoosung

This boy honestly loves how fun you are. He will always laugh with you and you don’t tease him that much (Saeyoung does that for you)

One day, when he comes home from his job at the vet, he finds you calling for pizza. He lets you finish the call and then you look up.

“Hey, welcome back! I accidentally left the stove on for too long and messed up dinner” you casually said, with a small giggle. “So I called Pizza Hut, hope it’s okay”.

“It’s okay!” he says. “I love pizza”

“I know, me too” you smile. You stand up and stretch your arms. “Okay, so I’ll take a shower before it gets here. How the fuck did I forget the stove on, I don’t know” you laugh. “I swear to God I would totally leave me at this point”.

Yoosung says nothing, shocked. He watches you walk to the bathroom and turn on the shower. He knows you like to joke around, but that joke had been pretty specific. Leave you? Why would he leave you? Over some burnt food?!

He waits until you come out, wrapped in a towel and hands you a cup of your favourite tea. You smile weakly.

“An award for my awful cooking?” you tease him.

“Hey! It’s just food! And you solved it. I don’t really care, MC, please let it go”. He sees your lips tremble a little bit. “Are you okay?”

You had a really rough day at work. You tell him all about it while sipping on the tea and he silently listens to you, nodding at the right times. The pizza finally arrives and he puts on your favourite show so you both can watch it. When you go to bed, he makes sure to give you extra cuddles, so you never have to feel any more pressure on yourself.

Zen

Honestly, he’s not the best at comedy. But he really likes how much you can make yourself laugh with your own jokes.

He comes home and hands you his tablet. You arch an eyebrow and look at him from the couch. He sits beside you and asks you to press play. You nod and comply his request.

It’s a video from rehearsal. He’s singing at he’s actually hitting all the notes just right. You smile softly, watching the video in silence. When it’s over, you turn and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

“You’re amazing, babe. You did the song soooo good! How can you be so talented?”

“Thank you, babe. And I don’t know, can’t help it. I’m just talented.” he shrugs, with a confident smile.

“Well, someone has to be” you responded quickly. His smiled faltered and he looked at you, confused.

“What are you talking about? You are talented too. I’ve seen your drawings, those building projects you have been working on. They’re masterpieces, MC, I love them and–”

“I didn’t get the job, Zen” you quickly answer, not looking at him. “They didn’t like those ‘masterpieces’” you added, making the colons signs with his fingers.

Oh. So they had already sent you the email.

Zen would put the tablet aside and hold you on the couch. Whisper over and over again how talented you truly are and how they were in the wrong for not noticing it.

“If they can’t see how brilliant you are, why would you want to work for them?” he asked. “I’ve been rejected more times that I can count. I know how you feel. And you know what makes me feel better?”

You look at him and shake your head.

Ten minutes later, you’re both riding on his motorcycle, feeling the air against your face. you hug him tighter and smile.

Jaehee

Jaehee’s not one for jokes. But she does enjoy the occasional laugh she has with you. You make tons of jokes, but, unlike Saeyoung, you know when to stop

“Babyyyyyyyy, I’m a mess!” you complained, stretching on your bed. Both of you were working on your laptops, when suddenly you put yours aside.

“C’mon. Help me, Excel Goddess! Can’t seem to make this thing to work and I need to show it to my boss tomorrow” you asked. Jaehee smiled softly, put her laptop aside and grabbed yours. She started typing formulas, fixing your work.

“You’re so good to me, baby. Thank youuuu. That’s why you’re the smart one here”. Jaehee just smiled, continuing her work.

“They should have taught me Excel in school instead of sports. Did anyone of my class turn out to be an athlete? No one. Are we struggling to get a job because we don’t know shit about Excel? We are”.

“Maybe that’s why I’m failing. Maybe that’s why I had to settle with this shitty job, because I can’t comprehend the monster that in Microsoft Excel. Maybe that’s also why my Computer Science teacher hated me at school” you said dramatically. Jaehee chuckled softly.

“Maybe that’s why my whole life is a mess right now. Maybe that’s why I can’t find joy in the things I do anymore, maybe that’s why my father left us. Because I’m a shitty person who can’t do Excel and can’t get a decent job”.

She stopped typing and looked over at you.

“MC. What are you saying?”

“I’m sorry. I’m just… I’m tired. Don’t think about it too much”

“I-… Do you want me to talk to Mr. Han? Maybe there’s a position and… I know C&R takes most of my time but an entry level job may be good– at least for your resumé and–”

“I’m fine. Don’t think about it, baby” you dismissed, but Jaehee grabbed your hand.

“Can’t you really find joy anymore?” she asked. You sighed.

“Happens to me when the cold weather beggins. Will go away in a couple of weeks” you shrugged. Jaehee squeezed your hand.

“Let me know if I can do anything to help you… well, find joy again”.

“You do help!” you assured her. “I can find bits of joy here” you smiled and gave her a small kiss. She smiled and kissed you back.

Jumin

Jumin doesn’t understand most of your jokes. Most of the times, you have to explain them to him. He doesn’t mind, but it’s only because he really enjoys watching you laugh at your own jokes. The sight of you giggling it’s enough to light up any day.

That day, you decided to visit him during lunch. Which wasn’t a rare occurrence, you tried to visit him at least once a week, making sure with Jaehee you wouldn’t be interrupting.

“Good afternoon, my love. Didn’t expect you here” he greeted you, giving your cheek a tender kiss when you approached him. You gave him the bento you had prepared and sat in front of him, on the other side of his desk.

“I know. I just thought your darling, loving wife might make an appearence. I do have to keep those heiresses away from you” you laughed. He smiled softly and opened his bento. “Don’t want them making you change your mind about marrying some poor girl who couldn’t even afford university by herself”.

Jumin arched his eyebrow while eating his lunch. “Is there a problem with your classes? I thought you were excited about finally attending university, even if most of the classes are online for security reasons. Are the professors not competent enough? Are they not grading you fairly?”

You laughed. “No, Jumin, classes are fine. I just… Don’t really fit with your social class, you know. I mean, I knew I wouldn’t fit, but someday’s it really… just… I don’t know. You can put a working class girl in a Channel, but you can’t really change who she really is inside, right?” you smiled weakly.

Jumin furrowed his eyebrows, visibly upset. “What are you talking about?”

Your facade disappear and you sighed. You reached out for his hand and held it tighly.

“Please, don’t misunderstand me. I love you, I really do. Nothing can change that. But I can’t– I can’t pretend I don’t hear the whispers when I come here to have lunch with you. How I listen to them mocking these nice clothes you bought for me” you said, pointing at your light blue dress he had given you. “I don’t… I didn’t grow up with these things. I must look really dumb pretending to be part of a class I’m not”.

“Who made that comment?” he asks, angrily.

You try to cover it up, but after some pushing, you tell him it’s the secretary that works two offices away. She has a desk beside Jaehee’s. Jumin stands up, not stopping when you ask him to. He takes one step outside his office and spots the secretary you must be talking about.

“You’re fired. Assistant Kang, take care of that paperwork”.

Jumin returned to his office and locked the door. You can’t believe what just happened. He walks over to you and lifts up your chin with his hand, gently.

“Don’t ever let anyone tell you you don’t belong here. Or that you don’t deserve elegant clothes or anything I want to give to you. I know you didn’t grow up the same as me, but that’s why I love you. Because you didn’t look at me and saw my money or C&R, you looked at me. At who I was. Who I could be. I want to be the best man I can be, just for you. And I want to please you, giving you anything I can so you can enjoy life at its fullest. Also, look at you” he said, taking a look at your whole outfit. “You look breathtaking. You look classy, and it’s not just the dress” he smirked, kissing your cheek and making his way to your neck, leaving you a mess of giggles.

Saeyoung

Ok, so we all agree he’s the king of dark humour and self-deprecating jokes.

And he’s used to be like that around you and sometimes you make the same jokes and you both just laugh it out.

So that day, he doesn’t notice something’s off from the start.

He’s fixing the robot cat, since it had been malfunctioning. You’re reading a magazine  on the couch while he’s sitting on the floor, both of you talking on and off.

“One day you should teach me who to do that. You know, fixing stuff and such”

“I wil! But you’ll need to call me sensei during our lessons.”

“Sensei? Isn’t that japanese?”

“It is! I’ll be your sensei if you wish. But what do you want to learn to fix?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t want to be the dumb one of the relationship”

“Awww. But we make such a good pair~”

“Just because you haven’t got tired of me yet” you chuckle.

“How could I get tired of your cooking? Never!~ I swear my mouth waters just thinking about your waffles.”

You laugh. “That’s all I am? My cooking?”

“Well, also how clean you keep this, Ms. Vanderwood hasn’t been complaining as much as before” he teases you.

“Well, you know I have to keep this apartment clean and your stomach full. That’s why I’m here, right? Until you get tired of my stupidness” you chuckle.

Saeyoung looks back at you, stopping on his fixing of robo-cat. He’s not longer smiling.

“… You really think that? That I think you’re stupid?”

“Well… I’m no genius. I’m just one more secretary, I’m… c’mon. You’d have more fun with someone who’s just as smart as you. I’m just here… until my time’s done. I’ve accepted it long ago.”

Suddenly he’s over you, making you lay on the couch, pinning both your arms over your head.

“Stop! What? Stop, just stop, what are you even saying?! You are kind, compassionate, generous and the most beautiful soul I’ve ever seen. You stayed by my side when I was at my worst. You saw all parts of me and still loved me. I’m the one who isn’t worthy of someone as loving and forgiving as you. I– I could never. I could have never rescued Saeran without you. I could have never been happy or even think about real happiness if it weren’t for you. So honestly, what if you don’t know anything about computers or hacking? That doesn’t matter to me. It’s you and your heart. It’s always been about your loving heart, MC. Please, please don’t be so hard on yourself. I’ve loved you my whole life. Even before I met you. I just didn’t realize it.”

Your eyes water

damn, saeyoung i almost cried as well, you fucker

You both stay on the couch, holding each other until you fall asleep. He keeps whispering soft and warm words to your ear every now and then, making sure you never doubt yourself again.

Saeran

“i want to die” “same”

It’s so usual for you both to make dark jokes, he doesn’t really notice when it stops being a joke to you.

You’re both laying on the couch. You’re on top of him, resting your head on his chest. You can’t remember how it started, but you start joking around.

“Your girlfriend’s a mess, you know”

“She is. Have you seen her hair?” he teased.

“What the hell does she think she’s doing? Have you seen the way she dresses?”

“Total mishap. It’s like a match made in hell”

“And her voice? More like a screech” you laugh, making fun of your own voice.

“Will she ever shut up?” he sighed dramatically, smirking softly.

“Why does she think she actually make someone happy?” you chuckle. His smile disappears.

Saeran stays silent for a minute. “You’re not happy?”

are you not happy with him? has he already bored you out of your mind? are you having second thoughts about your relationship? because he’s been trying, he’s been seeing a psychologist and even though there still isn’t a big change, he— is it because there hasn’t been a big change?

“Well, you’re not” you replied in a small voice. “And I can’t– And I don’t how– Maybe it’s me?”

So, Saeran decides to try something he’s been talking about with his psychologist. Better now than ever, he thought.

“I love you”

You raise your head, looking at him in disbelief. He’s never said that before. When you started dating, he had kissed you and you had understood how it was hard for him to express feelings due to the severe trauma he had gone through, so you hadn’t pushed him but… Saeran was still looking at you, a tense expression on his face. You suddenly realized you hadn’t said anything back.

“I love you too”. You had said it before. You had told him that a million times, but it was the first time you said it back.

“I know it seems I’m not making progress– But I think I am? I mean, I just told you that, right?” he said, scratching his head, a little nervous. “He said we were going to work on expressing feelings, and it was easier to express the most intense ones.”

“Your most intense feeling– one of your most intense feelings is loving me?” you asked, still surprised.

“Shut up” he said, making you laugh for real this time.

[istheresomebodywhocanimagine]

Champagne (SMUT)

anonymous said: I don’t know if you’re taking requests or if you’ve already wrote this but I’d love if you could do something about deacys fingers, like you make a bet that he can’t make you cum with only his fingers or something idk Just anything 😂 Thank youuuu

(a/n: i srsly rewrote this like three times and i’ve hated it every time but i cannot let myself delete it again so HERE IT IS fml this is the best i could do ily for requesting deacy tho he’s so cute. an actual angel) 

“I’m just saying, champagne is not the first drink I’d think of when my girlfriend says we’re having a night in. I was expecting… I don’t know, not champagne?”

You giggled and laid your head back against the couch as John, your loving (and wine drunk) boyfriend, rested the base of his wine glass on your thigh. You were draped across his lap, half-watching a movie, and halfway through a few bottles of champagne. Tonight, you’d invited him over for a fun little night in, and now you were regretting it as he continued to give you hell for buying champagne as the drink of choice tonight. Apparently, it made him twice as sarcastic as he already was, and far more talkative.

“If you don’t want your champagne, I’ll certainly take it, babe,” you finally said, reaching for his glass and receiving a shocked look and disgusted noise in response, his glass moving out of your reach as fast as you’d ever seen John move.

“I can handle myself, thank you,” he retorted, hiccupping a moment after saying that and covering his mouth as he laughed at himself. “I’m not drunk, I swear. It’s the bubbles.”

“Wow, John, you lightweight,” you teased, finishing off your glass and standing up with a little difficulty, having to pause when you’d fully stood up. You felt dizzy, and John laughed at the horrified look on your face, pulling you back down onto his lap by your hips and grabbing the champagne bottle off the coffee table for you. He reached around you and poured the last of the second bottle into your glass, kissing your shoulder after he sat the bottle back on the coffee table.

“What were you saying about a lightweight?” he asked, drawing out the word lightweight and topping it off with a shit-eating grin. His hand went to rest on your thigh, his long fingers splaying out over your skin as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You were situated comfortably between his legs, your back resting against his torso and hand resting on top of his.

“Oh, shut it, Smart Mouth,” you whined, intertwining your fingers with his as you took another drink of your champagne. The bubbles tickled your throat as you drank it, but you didn’t mind the sensation. Champagne was one of your favorite drinks, even if I did make John one cheeky bitch.

He just made a smug noise and nuzzled your shoulder, watching the movie over it as you quietly twisted and turned your intertwined hands, admiring his fingers. You’d always loved the way he played, his fingers able to create magical, deep basslines that blew you away. He was quite a talented guy, but the magic really happened in his hands, more specifically, his fingers. They were rough, coarse almost, but that was to be expected when he played as much as he did. Also, you thought it gave them character. By comparison, yours were soft and small, John’s hand easily dwarfing yours as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“Something wrong with my hand, love? Is it too sweaty?” he asked, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles and making you smile contently.

“No, just admiring your hands,” you stated plainly, as if it was obvious.

He laughed doubtfully, resting his head against yours and raising an eyebrow. “Oh? Are my hands admirable? Do tell, love.” As he shut up to let you speak, he nuzzled your hair, kissing your jaw gently and humming happily at the smell of your perfume.

“I love your hands, Deacy, is that odd? They’re so important; they make so many great songs.”

“Well, my hands thank you very much,” he chuckled, his nose grazing against your jaw as he dipped his head down to ghost affectionate kisses down your neck. In between kisses, he murmured, “My hands also told me to tell you that they can do much more than make a great song or two.” After that, he gently nipped at the soft flesh of your neck, making your stomach do a flip as you realized the champagne was doing more than just making him mouthy.

“No offense to your hands, but I’m going to call bullshit,” you countered, testing his patience as you felt him pause for a moment, his lips barely brushing against the spot he’d just bit. After biting your lip, you tested him even more. “What makes them that special? Yeah, you can play a mean bass, but other than that? Doubtful.”

He chuckled at that, setting his glass to the side as he moved his lips back up to your jaw, pressing kisses along there. Meanwhile, his free hand was sneaking up to your throat, not applying pressure, just resting there as he casually kissed along your jawline, taking his time.

“Don’t doubt me, love, my fingers can work you far better than they can work a bass,” he suddenly murmured, goosebumps raising on your arms as you shivered a bit at how his voice suddenly dropped. John was getting better about dirty talk, and you loved it. He’d been so timid when you’d first slept together, but a man has needs, and with your coaching, he’d gotten better about vocalizing those needs and letting you know what he was thinking.

“Prove it,” you replied, sounding a bit more cocky than you actually felt. John wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you back flush against him, and you could feel the outline of his bulge against your ass as he nuzzled your hair again, his hot breath raising more goosebumps. “I bet you can’t get me off with just your fingers.”

After a small moment of silence, he chuckled lowly and lightly traced his index finger along your collarbone. “When I win, what do I get?”

“If,” you corrected, chewing on your lip as you shifted your hips a bit, purposely grinding back against him so that his breathing became a bit more labored. “If you win, you get whatever you want.”

“Tempting,” he muttered, pressing kisses along your shoulder and considering the offer. His hand came up to cup your jaw, and you pouted slightly, as you wanted to speed up his decision. You knew he was going to win this bet, but he was taking his sweet time getting to it, and you were beginning to get antsy because of how turned on you already were at just his words and kisses.

You took one of his digits into your mouth and slowly swirled your tongue around it, sucking gently. Groaning at the sight, it was his turn to shift his hips uncomfortably, as that had turned him on way more than he’d expected it to. He pulled his finger out of your mouth and turned your jaw so that you were facing him, his hurried kiss that came next confirming that he’d agreed to the bet even if he hadn’t said so.

You kissed back eagerly, parting your lips and letting him slip his tongue into your mouth. This position was sort of uncomfortable for you, but you didn’t have the chance to focus on the discomfort long, because John was lifting your hips to pull your pajama shorts off, taking your panties with them. He disconnected his lips from yours and instead pressed a kiss to your shoulder as he snuck a hand under your shirt, running a calloused thumb over your nipple and making you hum in appreciation. He slowly massaged at your breast as his free hand snuck down to start rubbing your clit agonizingly slow, applying just enough pressure to make you whine softly, needy for more.

Your hips lifted up slightly to meet his hand, but he was quick to press them back down, pinching your nipple gently. “Patience, love,” he murmured, kissing the base of your throat as two of his fingers rubbed your clit in slow, languid circles.

You soon got your wish though, as John moved his hand down to slide a finger into you, his thumb taking over rubbing your clit as he curled his finger inside of you, a soft moan tumbling from your lips as he started pumping his finger slowly. Feeling John grin against your shoulder, you turned to bury your face in his hair this time, needing something to ground you in reality as his fingers deftly worked at your core and simultaneously toyed with your nipples.

When John dipped a second finger into you, you gasped and reached up to tangle your hand in his hair, gripping it lightly as your hips bucked a bit at the sudden sensation. He groaned softly at the feeling of you tugging at his hair, your quick, short breaths tickling his ear and making him dizzy as he tried to focus solely on pleasing you.

“Oh Christ, John,” you breathed out, your free hand resting on his forearm as your nails dug into the skin lightly, urging him to go faster.

He only half-smirked at that, his mind just clear enough that he pulled his fingers out of you and slowly ran them along your sex, teasing you and making you whimper at the loss. He then began rubbing your clit quickly, the pace change throwing you for a loop. You moaned his name and let your head fall back against his shoulder, the movie on the TV long forgotten as he trailed open-mouthed kisses up your neck.

After a moment, he pushed his fingers back into you again and he pumped them quickly, tracing circles around your nipples with his free hand as your back arched in pure pleasure, unable to vocalize just how much you were enjoying this. Words wouldn’t form in your brain correctly, John’s touch alone able to undo you like no one else’s touch ever had. You felt his ring brush over your nipple and you shivered at the feeling of the cold metal against your sensitive skin.

You felt pressure building up in your lower stomach area as John’s hand massaged your breast, his fingers curling inside you and hitting just the right spot to make your fingers curl up even more in his hair.

It was obvious to John that you were getting close too, your breathing becoming even more ragged as you grinded up into his hand, needing release quickly. So, he removed his fingers and started rubbing your clit in quick circles, applying a good amount of pressure to drive you closer and closer to the edge.

“Just let go, love,” he cooed, ghosting his lips back up to your jaw and pressing a kiss to the junction between your ear and your jaw. You whimpered softly, barely able to nod before you hit your climax, a strangled moan of his name escaping your lips as you came. “There it is, that’s my girl,” he murmured, watching as you trembled and let out a string of curses until you’d ridden out your high.

Ignoring the mess you’d just made on the couch, you let out a small sigh and turned your head so that you could press an affectionate kiss to the corner of John’s lips. He smiled lopsidedly at the gesture, pulling you in for another quick kiss. “I love you, John,” you murmured against his lips, eliciting a pleased noise from the back of his throat.

“I love you too, Y/N. Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He reached over and grabbing some tissues so he could at least attempt to clean up the mess on the couch. That stain would be a bitch later, but neither of you were regretting it, at least not at this moment.

Once he’d done that, he went to clean you up but you grabbed his wrist, and he looked at you with a quizzical look in his eyes.

“No point in that,” you murmured, giving him a devilish grin as you turned to straddle his lap. Your fingers toyed with the hemline of his shirt, and a knowing smirk graced his lips as he pulled you in for a kiss that wasn’t the first and wouldn’t be the last for that long, champagne-fueled night.

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