5SOS Imagines/Preferences

He Hits Your Boob/MUKE/

he hits your boob; Luke and Michael

Luke: 

When Luke got into a playful mood, he was so cute. He currently was wrestling playfully with you, you on top of him.

 "Give up Luke!" You said straddling his waist, pinning his hands above his head.

 "You really think you can beat me?" He said shifting his knees slightly. Before you had time to reply you were being flipped over so he was on top of you. You were knocked breathless as he effortlessly pinned you down, gently.

 "Sorry what was that?" He asked. 

"I couldn't hear you over the fact that I seem to be winning." He said peering down at you with a cheeky smile on his face, his fingers ghosting over your wrist. 

"You suck," You said with a pout as his grasp didn't loosen. You wiggled a little, trying to get some leverage so you could flip him over but you couldn't seem to shift him. It didn't help that he was a lot bigger than you, and that he had a few pounds on you.

 "You know, I could do whatever I want to you right now." He said biting his lip.

 "Don't you da-" you were cut off as his hands began to ghost over your skin, making you squirm in his grasp as he made his ways down to your sides. You tried to push him off as your peals of laughter echoed around you. You were kicking gently, and laughing as he continued to tickle you, until you yelped in pain as his hand knocked your boob harshly.

 "Oh shit, I am so sorry!" He said rolling off of you, his entire expression changing. 

"No its fine," You said sitting up as you rolled your shoulder. "It was an accident." You added.

 "I feel awful, I was just trying to have some fun. I'm so sorry," He repeated. 

"Its fine Luke! Really!" You said as you had an idea in mind.

 "I feel really ba-" He said as you lunged on him, tackling him to the ground. 

"If I was really hurt I wouldn't be able to do this." You said sitting smugly on his stomach.

 "You cheeky bitch." He said laughing as you pinned his hands down above his head. 

"I win," You said laughing.

Michael:

Michael wasn't the most graceful person you had ever met. So when you two were getting hot and heavy, his hands were often clumsy with nerves and simply eagerness. You would smile into the kiss as he would knock his knuckles with his other hand, or how his arm wouldn't go the place that he had intended it to go. If anything it was really cute, and made you smile, and make him that much more adorable. You were currently perched on his lap, his back against the headboard as he assaulted your neck with open mouthed kisses, his hands travelling over you skin. He grabbed the hem of your shirt, ready to pull it above your head, but being a tighter fit shirt, he didn't anticipate the resistance. His hand slipped from the hem and collided with your boob, making you gasp.

 "Oh fuck!" He said as his hands dropped to your waist. 

"I am so sorry," He said, shaking his head. 

"I'm an idiot." He added. 

"No its fine Michael, its an awkward shirt." You brushed his apology off with a flick of your hand, not really minding. It didn't hurt that much, you had done worse to yourself.

 "Did I kill the mood?" He asked, his eyes travelling down. 

"No, I'll just take this off." You said laughing a little, as he nodded. As soon as your shirt was discarded somewhere in the room. You bent down to kiss him gently on the lips. 

"Don't worry about it Michael." You said, kissing his cheek. 

"I don't like hurting my girl." He said in a low voice, his thumbs tracing lazy patterns on your skin. 

"Don't worry about it," You said, reuniting your lips together in a kiss that displayed that everything was fine.

>>>> A/N Hey its Ellie, I hope you are all well and happy! i will be posting major spam from preferences i have written however haven't posted!! Enjoy :)<<<<