My Chemical Romance Imagines

Frustration {Mikey Way}

"Holy-oh my god" Mikey moaned as I placed myself on his lap. I pushed down slightly and he grabbed my hips quickly, trying to keep the friction between our crotches. "Woah tiger, that was a little fast huh?" I chuckled and he groaned "Baby, please, let me just-" another groan cut him off as I pushed my hips down "Sorry? I can't hear you" He threw his head back as my hand ran down his thigh. "Let me fuck you already" I gasped "Michael Way, language, looks like somebody needs to be punished" I got off of him and held my hand out for him, he grabbed it shakily and I helped him up, kissing him directly after. He went to touch my waist but I slapped his hand away "Ah, ah, ah, no touching" he groaned "God dammit {y/n}" I pecked his lips again "That doesn't mean I can't touch you" he rushed both of us upstairs as his eyes widened.