•Michael•
Luke's mood swings were getting worse. But most of the time he was never happy. He was either sad, angry or over emotional like a pregnant woman, it was always my fault.
"Michael for god's sake! You took my shirt again!" Luke snapped as we cooked dinner at his house because his mum was out.
"Sorry," I rolled my eyes at him and he snapped again.
"Rolling your eyes at me won't help," Luke stomped his foot in frustration.
"I'm sorry," I groaned, resisting the urge to roll my eyes again.
"Michael don't say sorry if you don't mean it," Luke shouted, slamming the frying pan down in anger onto the stove.
"Because there's nothing to be sorry for! Jesus Christ!" I shouted back, practically throwing the rice at him.
"Don't shout at me," Luke pouted but I was too mad that we'd gotten into another fight.
"Luke we're fighting again," I said bluntly.
"Well I'm sorry that you started a fight," Luke almost screamed at me, running his fingers frustratedly through his hair.
"What? I didn't fucking start this pointless fight!" I shouted, balling my fists by my sides.
"So it's pointless now?"
"Yes!"
"No it's not!"
"Yes it is!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"N-" I pushed him against the counter and forced my lips onto his, running my hands down his body and resting them on his hips, "you look hot when you're angry in your little flower crown and leggings while stomping your foot and shouting."
"Fuck you, Michael," Luke muttered.
"Naw I'd rather you do that thanks," I smirked sarcastically and Luke bit his lip as he put up a weak attempt to push me away as I kissed his neck, feeling his heart beat increase and goosebumps form on his skin. I pulled his bottom lip between my teeth and sucked on it, making him moan, "you taste like cherry," I giggled, "mm, yum."
"Stop," Luke said weakly, "go fuck yourself."
"Shut up," I groaned, kitten licking down his neck and making him melt in my hands.
"Fuck," Luke moaned, "m-"
"What was that baby?" I teased, running my thumb along his bottom lip.
"I said um... you're a dick?" he whimpered as I ground my hips against his, kissing under his jaw and making him part his lips as little whines left them.
"I'm sorry sweetheart," I whispered as he whined again, "you're so girly, I love it so much."
"Hey," Luke pouted, "you're such a kitten, I love it so much." he mocked.
"Hey I'm not a kitten," I growled, pushing him back against the kitchen counter and roughly kissing him sloppily, him tugging at my hair.
"Kitten."
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a/n they are so cute
this is almost over
I cri
:(
~Teddy
