ritualmichael:

Video Games : Michael Langdon x Reader

(requested)

It was a friday night and you found yourself sitting on the floor between your boyfriend’s legs, back against his chest and you both yelling at the television in front of you. You were both on the hunt for another player in the video game and you were so close.

“Go that way! No, that way!” you urged Michael, who was just laughing at how enthralled you were at the game. He practically had to bribe you just to sit down and play it with him, but now you were more wrapped up in it than he was.

He followed your directions, letting you take control since he knew the game well enough to beat it in minutes but watching you was more fun. You clumsily pressed the controller buttons, being completely unfamiliar with it and cursing when you would press the wrong ones. It didn’t take long for your character to get killed by someone else sneaking up and attacking.

“NO!” you yelled, throwing you hands up in the air and quickly turning to Michael. “Did you see that?! He killed me!” you exclaimed, pitching the controller onto the couch in frustration.

“Whoa, easy babe. Those things aren’t cheap,” Michael said, setting his controlled down and trying to bite back laughter as he watched you pout. You crossed your arms, scrunching your brows in frustration.

“Why’d you make me play that dumb game?” you asked stubbornly, leaning forward and resting your forehead on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you a little closer, kissing the top of your head.

“Is someone a sore loser?” he teased, making you huff and try to pull away from him but his hold on you didn’t budge. He laughed at your weak attempts to get away and how you gave up, laying limp against his chest.

“You still owe me a bunch of kisses,” you said, referring to the little bribe he had offered you in order to play the game with him.

“But you lost?” he looked down at you, furrowing his brow in false confusion and shaking his head. “Do losers deserved to be kissed?”

“That was not part of the deal, Langdon,” you poked his chest, moving so that you were sitting on his lap with your legs on either side of him. Draping your arms around his neck, you mindlessly played with his long blonde hair that was at your fingertips.

Giving him a dramatic pout, he rolled his eyes while laughing at you, leaning in and starting to cover your face in a bunch of kisses. You squealed at the frenzy of affection, squirming around in attempts to dodge them.

“Not those kisses!” you giggled, trying to grab his face as he peppered kisses all over your cheeks, neck and forehead. When he came to a halt, his hair was a little tousled from your attempts to grab him and he playfully shrugged at you.

“So, you’re sore loser and you don’t appreciate my kisses,” he sighed dramatically, grabbing you by your hips and pulling you off of his lap. You laughed, grabbing his arm before he could stand up and pulled yourself closer, pressing your lips to his as you both grinned. Your kisses were mixed with laughter and smiles and he pulled you back down onto his lap, one of his hands resting on your cheek and the other on your hip.

He pulled away slightly from the kiss, giving your bottom lip a playful tug and speaking softly, said, “Maybe I should bribe you to play more often.”

“Only if you let me win next time,” you replied between short kisses, pulling yourself even closer.

“Anything for my girl,” he mumbled against your lips, giving you a kiss that was a little harder than before. You let out a content sigh as you moved your lips against his, slipping your fingers into his wavy, blonde hair that you adored so much.