Mindless Behavior Preferences and Imagines

Preference: First Kiss

Prodigy.

You guys are at a secluded park in his neighborhood. You guys are at the basketball court just shootin' around for the fun of it. After a while you guys decided to play "Horse". Neither of you wanted to play just a normal game of "Horse" nor did you want to be as extreme as to play "Strip Horse" in a park where there are kids at the playground so you both decided that whoever earned a letter had to do whatever the other said. You went for a lay-up but missed; obviously because of the rules you didn't get a letter. Prodigy shot from the three point line and sunk it with ease. When you attempted to do it you missed earning yourself your first letter, "H". Prodigy told you to run around screaming "I can't play basketball" for 20 seconds. Being that you agreed to the rules you did as you were told ignoring the laughs and stares you were getting. By the end of the game Prodigy had "H-O" while you lost with the full "H-O-R-S-E" for the ultimate dare you had to dance with Prodigy around the entire park. The people that were there watched in awe as you guys did dances from Salsa to Krumping, and from Ballroom to Hip-Hop. The last dance you guys did was the Tango and the final move was a dip. As he was lifting you from the dip people stare in silence and awe anticipating each of you alls next move. As he's lifting you, you both have a grin on your face and slight heavy breathing. You stare into each others eyes intently. He's holding your left hand with his right hand. His left hand is slightly above your bottom. Your right hand is placed on his left shoulder. As if you were both thinking identically, you each glanced down at the others lips lustfully. You both inch closer and bask in the warmth of each others presence getting closer and closer until y'alls lips finally meet. The feel of his soft plump lips is beyond explanatory. It becomes a feeling you never want to be without. Even though the kiss lasted no longer than six seconds it felt as if it could've lasted six years. As the two of you pull away you realize the kool-aid grins on one anothers face telling the other that none of what just happened was a mistake. You both snap back to reality hearing applauding, "oohs", "awwws" and then some "ewws" from the little kids. You both laugh at everyone's expression lay one more peck on one another and walk away toward the car hand in hand.



Roc Royal.

You're out in his front yard sitting on the steps of his porch watching him play with his dogs. He's wearing nothing but basketball shorts, high black and yellow Jordan socks, and some yellow and black Jordan basketball shoes, no shirt. You're watching him surprised at how well behaved his dogs are. After a while he comes over to you and leads you into his house. You both removed your shoes at the front door in respect to his moms rules to keep the carpet clean. You both ambled towards his room. Once there you both climbed atop his bed nonchalantly, him on the right side with his hands behind his head and you sitting up straight with your back against the headboard. You two begin conversing on random things and somehow stumble upon rappers you like. You both agree that Drake and YFR (you favorite rapper) are two of the best rappers. You say YFR is the best and Roc disagrees saying Drake is better. The two of you end up in a prolonged debate on who's the best. One way or another Roc was going to get you to say that Drake was better. At this point you were both sitting up on the edge of the bed, so his idea was to roll over on you to get you to agree. When he rolls onto you he lays you back from your sitting position pinning your hands above your head with only one of his hands and tickling you with the other. After minutes of a relentless fit of laughter you finally conceded with Roc about Drake being the rapper by saying "Fine Drake is the better rapper, punk." Little did you know he was going to continue tickling you because of your decision to call him a "punk". He got tired if tickling you and decided to stop since you had been begging him to do so for the past few minutes. As you laid there trying to catch your breath Roc, still sitting on your lap, leaned in slowly placing his full lips to yours, wafting in the warmth if his breath and body. Before you know it you're out of breath because you never really caught it back after being tickled non stop, so you pushed him up gently to get him to stop. As you tried to catch you breath you look up to Roc who's shooting you a confused look. Once you noticed the confusion you laughed silently to yourself and smile because you thought he looked cute all confused and whatnot. With your hand still on his chest you slowly moved your hand to around his neck pulling him in for another of those sweet, savory kisses. He moved his hands to the side of you and grins in the middle of the kiss causing you to smile and pull away to say "I like it when you grin in the middle of a kiss". "Really?" he inquires with an arched eyebrow. You simply nod your head and he goes in for another kiss. You guys continue the night with a make out session that was kept pg-13.


Princeton.

You guys were at your house watching "Catfish: The Tv Show" it was a marathon day. You both decide to make a snack, just nothing simple. After a while of talking it over you both decided on rice crispy treats, homemade. As you guys were making them you decided that it would be funny to put some on his cheek. Since it wasn't that hot, that's exactly what you did. Once you made that first move it meant war and that's exactly what happened. It was an all out "Every man for himself" rice crispy treat ingredient war with the fluff, marshmallows, butter, and rice crispy cereal. By the end both you and Princeton had the rice crispy cereal in places like your faces, clothes, hair, and crevices that seemed to be impossible. Princeton had noticed you had a lot on your face and offered to clean it for you. He tried to clean it with a dried thumb but that didn't work so he sat you on the counter and went to wet a paper towel. He came back and stood in between your legs and slowly wiped your lips staring intently while bitting down on his bottom lip. He looked into your eyes to find any sign of hesitation, finding none at all. Once he realized that he looked back down at your lips with his left hand on the side of your waist and his right on your cheek, wiping your bottom lip a final time with his thumb. He steadily inched closer and closer placing his soft, velvety lips upon yours. Within seconds if the kiss you both find the perfect rhythm and begin going along with it. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck ensuring that the kiss is not broken. He lifts you from the counter and carries you to the living room sitting in the "love seat" with you on his lap. Once you both decided to break the kiss Princeton says "Haha that was the best snack ever", then leans in for another kiss.


Ray Ray.

You guys are sitting in his living room sitting in the floor in front if the couch playing the PS3. He let you choose which game to play. Since you were always good at fighting games you chose Street Fighter. You fought about six rounds four of which were won by you. Ray Ray had gotten tired of losing and your playful teasing so he decided it was time to play a game he had an advantage in. At that point you already knew he'd choose NBA 2k14, which you sucked horribly at. When the game came on you were surprised to see that it wasn't NBA 2k14 but it was Black Ops 2, which you sucked just as equally at. You guys were playing the zombie level. You kept going down and had no idea where you were going or where to go. Every time you went down Ray Ray laughed then had to go back to revive you. After a while you begin to pout and slide the controller away from you. Ray Ray thinks it's cute so he does his signature guttural chuckle, that makes your heart skip a beat, then pats his lap signaling for you to sit down on his lap. You get up and gently sit on his lap with the left side of you parallel to the television set and the your right side parallel to Ray and your arms are still folded across your chest. He chuckled again and turned you so that your legs were on either side of him. He began mocking the way you've been pouting which caused you to laugh. Once he seem your beautiful smile he couldn't resist but to place his lips upon yours and that is exactly what he did. The feel if his lips upon yours was simply amazing. As he kissed you you both synchronized with the other creating a flow. He moved his hands to the lower part of your back causing a slight moan to slip from your lips. He gives you a guttural laugh as you give an embarrassed laugh and try to hide your face. He lifts your face smiling causing you to smile and half jokingly says "It's all good it kinda turned me on", then let's out a small laugh. As he said that you rolled your eyes playfully as slapped his chest. You went in for another kiss and he happily complied smiling in the middle of the kiss. Once you released you stared in awe at his beautiful smile and pecked him another time as his mother snapped a picture for her Instagram, you both just laughed.


Dj Big Deal.

He decided to take you into his home Dj station to show you the basics of what he has to do. As he's teaching you you realize that what he does is more that just spin discs. It's much more complicated than that. As you watch him do one of his many talents you see the love that he has for it in his eyes and it amazes you how he sends off the vibe of being able to Dj properly as being easy. He looked up and saw you watching him which embarrassed you a little bit. He walked over to the part of the room where you were and walked you over closer to his discs. He asks if you would like to try to be a rookie Dj. You laugh and politely oblige. He places you in the front and hands you a pair of Beats hooking them up into the second jack. He stand behind you placing your hands in the correct positions. You guys have lots of fun you trying to learn and him trying to teach eventually coming to the conclusion that you could NEVER be a disc jockey. After laughing about how horrible of a Dj you are you both decide to get a drink. While in the kitchen you both get a simple cup if milk. After you drunk your milk you had a milk mustache. "Here let me get that for you", Myles says with a smirk. He leans towards you as if he's going to wipe it with his thumb then slyly pulls your face towards his kissing you while getting rid if the excess milk. The feel of his tender, comforting lips on yours sends chills down your spine leaving you wanting more. Once he pulled away he says "Told you I'd get that for you" and simply walks back to the room his turntables reside in leaving you wanting more of his tenderness.