August Alsina imagines

Why?

"Aspen!" August yelled at you. You frowned, pinching on his cheeks.

"What?" You mumbled. He had his arms wrapped around your waist with the tv remote in one of his hands because you wouldn't get off his lap.

"Move." He mumbled. You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Why are you mad?" You asked.

"Because Aspen, your annoying."

"Why am I annoying?" You whined, kissing his neck.

"Because you so damn clingy."

"Why am I so clingy?" You raised your eyebrow.

"Because you love me." He replied, sitting back and tossing the remote on the sofa.

"Why do I love you?"

"Because, your you." He smiled, kissing your chin.

"Why am I, I?" You laughed. He shrugged, kissing you. You kissed back as you felt August growing under you. You smirked, biting his bottom lip and pulling away.

"Why don't you know?" You asked, getting up.

"Ion' know." He rolled his eyes, getting up and following you.

"Why are you following me?" You turned around, facing him.

"Because we about to finish what you started."