Martinez Twins Imagines & Preferences

Imagine #5 | Ivan

Clingy

I woke up with a tight grip around my waist. I loved the feeling. I knew today was going to be one of those clingy days for my boyfriend, Ivan.
To be honest, I don't mind them at all. I actually love them. I adore the feeling when your loved one wants to be near you, touch you all day, just generally spend as much time with you as they can. Ivan was one of those people. And if it was a clingy day, he would spend 25/24 hours together if he could.

I managed to get out of his grip and slowly sat up.

Ivan groaned.

I leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the forehead.

"Good morning babe" I whispered.

Ivan reached out his hands and lifted up the covers, making space for me to lay down next to him.

"Come back pleaaase" he said in his morning voice. "Just five more minutes"

I let out a little giggle.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom".

~skip to when they're both ready for the day yet laying down on their bed, cuddling~

"What should we do today?" I ask, trying to make a plan.

"Cuddle? Movies? Food?" Ivan starts listing.

"I guess we could make cupcakes"

"Okay, but you have to teach me"

"Oh, maybe we could make a video out of it"

"Noooo, y/n, that means I can't kiss you as much"

"What? Why not?"

"PDA"

"Wow, I'm surprised you even know what that means" I laugh.

He nudges me, smiling.

"Okay, let's go make that bideo" I mock him.

~skip to when they have their camera set up, all the ingredients on the table~

"What's up guys! I'm y/n and this is my boyfriend Ivan" you point to Ivan with a whisk.

"And today we're going to attempt to make cupcakes" I say unsure of myself.

"No no, she's going to attempt" Ivan says emphasizing the word "she's".

"Well you're still gonna help me" I say not waiting for an answer.

~in the process of mixing the batter~

"Okay I think we need more flour" I say turning around to grab some.

I pour some flour and set it aside.

"Wait... Where's the whisk?"
I turn to Ivan and see him licking it.

"Ivan, we actually need that" I say reaching out my hand for him to put the whisk on.

"Hey, it's either the whisk or you"
I grab the whisk out of his hand.

"Ivaaan, we can't put that in the video."

"Well then might aswel just turn the camera off now" he says leaning in.
He puts his fingers under my chin and leans in more. He has a smirk playing on his lips.
He misses my lips and leans towards my ear.

"We could just order a pizza" he whispers.

"Oh, for the love of-"
I repeatedly hit him.