Magcon Imagines

Taylor Caniff

Taylor sat on the leather couch watching his Pacers game. I've been sitting watching the game with him for awhile but let's admit, basketball games are the worst. I decided to have my own fun.

I crawled onto Taylor's lap and kissed his neck, "Babe" he said in an slightly annoyed voice, "I'm trying to watch this game" I stopped, feeling a little hurt but resumed back to kissing his neck, "Seriously (Y/N) this is a big game! The finals playoffs and I can't watch it because you're horny!" He said in a louder tone of voice.

I was embarrassed to say the least. I hopped off of his lap and stomped to our room. He was in trouble now, I hope he likes sleeping on the coach.

Later when the game was over Taylor knocked on the door, "(Y/N) what's wrong?" He asked from behind the door. I opened it and flipped him off, then quickly closed it, "Are still mad about the game? You're so stupid it's a basketball game!" He said dropping the worried tone and changing it to an angry one. My cheeks were beat red and on fire.

I opened the door back up and angrily shouted at him, "One, don't you ever call me stupid when you can't even pass an English test you dick! Two, sorry basketball is more important to you than your smoking hot girlfriend who wants to kiss you, and three if that's the way you're going to act about it don't get mad when I don't answer your drunk booty calls!" I yelled slamming the door back in his face.

I waited awhile to calm down before I answered the door again, he knew my point was made and it was his turn to apologize, "(Y/N)" he begged. I didn't answer, making him wait was something he hated, "Come on (Y/N) I'm sorry babe" he said.

I opened up the door and threw out a pillow and blanket.