Michael Clifford Imagines

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By: michael-clifford-smut

You and Michael were once again playing video games. As usual you were sitting on his lap while he whined about losing. Grinding your ass into his dick shut him up. "y/n," he whimpered. You turned to straddle him, "What kitten?" you purred into his ear, hips rolling forward. His hand went to the back of your head and he crashed his lips into yours. The kiss only lasted a few minutes before he mumbled, "Baby, if you don't stop I'm going to cum in my pants." "Hmm..," you sighed sympathetically. You leaned in and whispered, "That;s too fucking bad." You rocked your hips down faster against him, and his eyes snapped shut, features contorting while curses fell from his tongue. "Oops," you said smugly, sliding off him. "I hate you," he sighed on his way to change his boxers. "Love you too babe!" you called back.