Footballer Imagines

#112 Joshua King

"Baby cakes!" you yell.

"Don't call me that!" he also yells.

He runs behind you and tries to tickle you. You run up to your room and try to escape from Joshua, tickling is one of your weakest point.

"I'm coming!" Joshua says. You quickly hide behind the door and hold you breath so he can't find you.

"I can hear you!" he continues.

You keep really still and suddenly he swings the door open widely. He grins when he sees you standing there.

You start screaming as he grabs your wrist so you can't escape. He throws you over his shoulder and drags you to the couch.

"Put me down," you giggle.

He puts you down on the couch and kisses your head.

"I love you, but you can't call me babycakes, no one can, you can give me other names," he says.

"What kind of names?"

"Anything but babycakes," he smiles sweetly.

"Okay," you reply hugging him.

You're always stubborn, so you're not giving up on that nickname. Not before you've tried again.

"Babycakes," you whisper.

"I heard that," he replies grinning.

"Sorry baby,"

"It's alright," you get out of the hug and lay your head on his chest. He runs your hand with his thumb, drawing different symbols with them.

"I love you,"

"I love you too,"

You look up in his amazing eyes and plant a long kiss on his lips.

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