Mindless Behavior Preferences and Imagines

What the hell?!

You and Prodigy have been dating for 2 years now. He's really close to you and your family. Your family loves Prod, even your dad. Since Prodigy was so close to you all your parents gave him a key of his own for the house as long as he doesn't abuse his power and go crazy, which he's never done or never will do.

Y/n's P.O.V.

Today I had a long day at at school, and then I had to attend volleyball practice, I am so tired. I left practice waving goodbye to my friends and getting into my car. I drove home with my knee pads on my ankles in my volleyball practice shorts, and shirt. I only live about ten minutes away.

As I arrived at my house I seen Prodigy's car just sitting in the driveway. That brightened up my mood a little bit because he always did something to make me feel better after my long days. I hopped out of my car and grabbed my big volleyball duffel bag that had my name in Sans-Serif on it. I then closed my car door put the alarm on and made my way to the front door.

I unlocked the bottom then top lock and proceeded into my house. As soon as I stepped in I hear the faint sounds of Busta Rhymes "Twerk It" emitting from my room. I looked to my dad, who at the time was on the couch, and gave a confused face. "I don't even know Y/n", my dad tells me, "he's had the same song on repeat for the past ten minutes though". I shrug and say, "Oh okay thanks dad", as I make my way to my room. I open my door and drop my bag; the sight I seen made me want to shed a few tears, I couldn't believe what I saw...

Prodigy's P.O.V.

Today I decided to surprise my babygirl by going over to her house to pamper her. I know she has long days with her classes and volleyball, so I make it my duty to make sure she gets to relax properly.

I hopped in my car leaving my cousin Quenton's house to head over to Y/n's. It was about a 15 minute drive so I played my Chris Brown playlist on my way there. I pulled up to the house and got out noticing that Y/n's car wasn't in the driveway so I'd just have to entertain myself until she gets here.

I walked up to the door unlocking it with the key that Y/n's parents gave to me. As I walked in I noticed Y/n's dad on the couch watching T.V. I politely greeted him then made my way to Y/n's room. As soon as I got in there I decided to play with her iPod and iHome. She had Busta Rhymes' "Twerk It" on her recently played list so I decided to play it. I began dancing and kept the song on replay for about 10 minutes until I heard Y/n's voice say "What the hell?!" and I turn around with a sheepish grin.

Y/n's P.O.V.

My eyes widened and I semi- yelled "What the hell?!" as I was on verge of laughter. "Babe what were you doing?" I ask letting my laugh go completely. "Nothing, just dancing", he says shyly. He was not JUST dancing this boy was TWERKING. "Babe, that wasn't just dancing", I say letting a few tears of laughter fall from my eyes, "that was TWERKING". He looks at me with a blank expression as I laugh.

After a few seconds of my laughter I got serious and walked over to Prod and grab his hands in mine interlocking them as I stand in front of him. "Aww, is my twerking baby okay?" I ask jokingly. "It's not funny", he says cracking a smile. "Then why're you smiling babe?" I ask giving him yet another question. "Because you're cute", he says obviously lying. "Prodigy, baby, you don't have to lie. Anyways that twerking was cute. You can shake that ass", I say playfully as I reach a hand around to slap his butt, "plus it made me wanna hit it from the back." I finish, saying the last part like a man.

"Hey", he says as he grabs my hand and shakes his finger in my face, "this ass is for whoever can appreciate it. And obviously you do not appreciate my twerking", he finishes and turns around and twerks a little bit.

I laugh at his goofiness and turn him back around to me at this point he was laughing too. I hug him tightly and he does the same as we sway back and forth. I walk over to my bed and collapse onto it.

"You have a long day baby?" He asks me. I simply my head yes and sigh heavily and pat my bed signaling him to come next to me. "But you made it better with that 'dance'", I say as he claims his spot next to me. He pulls my shoes and knee pads off which relaxes me. "Thanks babe", I say as he lays down next to me and I give him a peck. "Anything for my love", he replies.

Prod then turn's me on my side to face him and rest his hands on my waist. He looks deep into my eyes and just stares. The longer he looks the more I feel the blood rushing to my cheeks and the harder I smile. He caresses my cheek and plants a kiss on my lips then pulls away flashing that amazing grin making me melt.

He then grabs me by my waist and pulls me closer. Prod is laying directly on his back while my left leg is half way across him as he rubs from my butt to mid-thigh. As his right hand is caressing my mid-thigh and butt I grabbed his left hand with my right and intertwined our fingers looking deeply into his chocolate eyes.

"I don't know what I'd do without you", he nearly whispers. I snuggle my face into the crook of his neck, kiss it then reply "I know what I'd do without you, which is not survive. Without you I have no reason." I pull my face from his neck and kiss him making sure he receives every feeling of love I can give.

I continue to move my lips in synch with his as I climb fully on top of him. As things get heated I begin to grind on him and feel him through his pants. I stop grinding instinctively but continue to rub through his jeans as we kiss and he caresses my bottom. We keep at it until... "What the hell?!" I hear my dad, who seems more confused than angry.

'Damn it!', I think to my self, 'I forgot to close the door'. I stop what I'm doing and whisper to Prod "I love you more than anything." He smiles and says to me, "I love you so much no distance can amount to it." I lift up a little, "Well let's deal with my dad." I say. "Yea all these 'what the hell's' are getting to me", he says with a chuckle. I laugh and lift my head mentally prepare for my fathers interrogation.