Imagines

Imagine #9

Imagine sitting next to Michael, cross-legged on the couch, playing FIFA. "I'm finally gonna beat you!" You yell excitedly and prop yourself up in a crouch. "In your dreams," he giggles but you quickly glance at him sideways and see his face contorted in concentration, tongue stuck out on his upper lip. He was super nervous and violently tapping the buttons on his controller, trying to remain calm but clearly not succeeding. In your 3 years of dating, you'd never beaten him at FIFA and now was your chance. Just as you were about to score the winning goal, hands covered your eyes and you hear Mikey yell, "OOPS!" He pushes you over with the force of his lunge to cover your eyes and lands on top of you. "MICHAEL GORDON CLIFFORD! YOU CHEATER! THAT'S NOT FAIR I WAS-" You're cute short by his lips on yours, tying you up in a kiss. You can feel his smirk against your mouth and you turn your head sideways, ending the kiss. "Absolutely not. I will NOT forgive you for this," you shove him off of you and stand up, tossing the controller onto his lap and walking out onto the balcony, away from the cheering sounds of FIFA on the TV. "Babe, I'm sorry," Michael says through a laugh, following you outside. You just shake your head and pop your hip, leaning against the railing, looking out at the beach. "Baaaaaabe?" He pouts and walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder, tickling your ear with his whining. "No Michael," you say and bite your lip to fight a smile. "C'mon, I know you're not mad." You can hear the smile on his lips and turn your face away to hide your own smile. "Yes I am actually," you try to say with a straight face but fail, and Michael notices. He turns his head and brushes your hair off one shoulder with his hand, making room on your bare neck for his lips. He leaves a few wet kisses down your neck and on your shoulder. You shudder and turn your head to face him. "I- I am mad, ya know," you stutter and he looks up, smirking, and leans his forehead against yours. "Mhmm sure," Michael nods sarcastically and kisses you. Your hands go up to cup his cheeks and he leans you back a little, supporting you by your lower back. "You're a cheater- and I'm mad at you- and it's not okay-" You say between kisses until finally Michael pulls back. "Shut up," he says softly with a smile and scoops you up bridal styles and walks you back inside to the bedroom, kissing you again.