Chris Brown Imagines

Nike Dunk Contest

6:00pm
Chris Brown.
LA.

"get up princess kyrie just called me." I kiss her neck softly.

"how long was we sleep?" YN said while rolling over laying on her side.

I grab my phone off the dresser.

"Two hours."

I get up while grabbing her arm pulling her up she falls right onto me wrapping her arms around my waist.

"Baby come on now, work with me you heavy."

She smiles softly while wrapping her legs around me with her eyes still closed.

"you so damn thick girl ."

I glance down at her and she shifts her weight hopping up a little bit more, I carry her into the bathroom turning the light on blinding her.

"Shit papa, that light!"

She groans while scrunching her face up while jumping down rubbing her eyes.

"Come on we gotta go, here."

YN takes the towel and starts to wash her face off while grabbing her phone, typing focusing on what she was looking at.

I glanced over her shoulder and she was texting her mom. I hear the Bluetooth connect to her phone while playing on the loud speaker "lil boosie - she don't love me."

YN rolls her hips while singing the lyrics.

I look down at her shaking my head.
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6:40 pm
YN LN

"Stop tryna have sex with me you need a damn intervention!"

I said while running out of the bathroom covering myself up with my hands going into the closet while shutting the door.

I grab a towel and start drying myself while getting lotion and rubbing it down. I put my grey bra and panties set on.

I hear the door open and Chris walk in butt ass naked walking straight to his clothes.

"Yo pussy must need an intervention then."

We look at each other and start to cackle of laughter.

I shake my head while pulling on my jean .

"I'll give you a dance when we get back."

He pulls on a sweatshirt while grabbing a hat turning at me, with a smirk on his face.

"You such a damn lie."

I smirk while walking out our closet.
"I swear I'm not I gotchu."