Book of Imagines

1. Give Me A Show (Roc Royal Imagine)

***TMAD IMAGINE***

[You and Roc have been talking for a couple months and today was just like every other day. You guys decided to spend the day together; going to the mall and just grabbing something to eat. After, both of you head back to his house, hung out with his family a bit and went to his room. As time went by, you guys finally had the house to yourselves. // Loni.]

Hers..

"What about this one?" I asked while tracing the edges of the picture on his wall. "You asked me about that one already, haha," he replied. He sat on the edge in the middle of his bed, watching me touch everything in sight. He'd always get a kick out of seeing me get lost in interest.

"Oh.. my bad." I walked towards the bed and sat next to him, on the side closest to the night stand. Out of curiousity, I opened the top drawer and broke into laughter. "Ooooooo! What are these? Hmmm?!" As awkward as it was, I pulled out a line of condoms from the drawer and waved them in front of his face. Out of embarassment, he yanked them out my hand.

"Hey hey hey, chill! My sister gave me those! She don't really trust me so she gave me some.." he said, looking down at the condoms. "Well I mean look at you! I wouldn't trust you either, you're just.. hmm," I said as I tucked in my lips. He looked up at me with a sexy smirk on his face. "Haha, what's that suppose to mean? I'm too sexy?" he asked proudly as he bit his bottom lip, making his fangs more obvious and even more attractive. "Not to gas you up but yes," I replied. He smiled and winked at the compliment but I just shoved him in the shoulder. It didn't do much, due to the fact that Im a weakling compared to him and his toned muscular arms.

His smile altered into a serious face. His piercing eyes began to stare back at mine. "Loni, let me ask you something.."

"Okay shoot," I responded.

"We've been talking for a while and um.." He looked down at his lap and cupped his hands onto his knees out of nervousness. "Just spit it out, Chres; don't be a punk!" I said teasingly.

"Alright alright, I was just wonderin' if you wanted to be my girl..?" he looked back up to me with a puppy dog face, which I could never resist. I couldn't help but smile back at the question; the more nervous he was, the cuter it seemed. "..I would love to.."

I cupped my hand onto his jawline and leaned in to kiss him. It felt so magical but yet, that magic turned into lust. That small kiss soon turned into us falling onto his bed, with passionate yet aggressive french kissing; lip and neck biting, tossing all over, practically breaking a sweat.. about ten minutes in, we both stopped to take a breath with me on laying on his chest. Still panting from getting lost in the moment, I looked up to him. "wait, I got an idea.."

He gave me a look of suspicion. "What do you have in mind?" he asked. Honestly, I just wanted to finish what we started, which made me a great idea on how this night was gonna go. "Give me a show."

His facial expression got even more confused. "What are you talkin' about?" I started to chuckle to myself and answered back in a low tone. "Gimme a lap dance and maybe I'll return the favor, just to make things interesting." His look of confusion turned into a look of seduction, which meant he was for it.

I quickly got off of him, grabbed a chair from the corner of the room and brought it to the front of his dresser, facing his bed. I turned around to look back to him. "Just so you know, I'm picking the song."

 "I don't think so. My dance, my song," he snapped. As chill as Chresanto could be, he was still dominant and attractively aggressive, so I agreed. "Whatever." I went to sit in the chair and leaned back, waiting for him to pick his music. "Feel free to strip," I hollered at him.