_Lucas Coly_
"Bae, let's do this challenge." My girl Journey said, shoving her phone in my face. I backed away to get a better look.
"The No Hands Challenge? Why you wanna do that?" I asked. She shrugged.
"Come one. It'll be fun. We can even wager on it." She spoke.
"Like?" I asked, putting my phone down giving her my full attention.
"Well....if you win, I'll do whatever you want-"
"Well I want bop bop so..." I said, cutting her off. She covered my mouth, laughing.
" Okay Okay. Whatever you want. If you win. But if I win I get whatever I want." She spoke. I nodded.
"Okay. Rules? I low key don't get the concept of this. Its only kissing with no hands."
"Don't touch me. Whoever touches the other first then you lose. Simple." She spoke. I nodded.
"Okay." I spoke and leaned in. She stopped me.
"Wait. We need music." she spoke. She stood up walking to the stereo. I sized her.
"You doing too much." I spoke. She smiled.
"That's me. Miss Do To Gahdamn Much." She said. I smiled. She lucky I love her. She put on this weak ass song and turned to me with smile. I raised an eyebrow but couldn't contain my laughter.
"You forreal? No not to this weak ass song. Sit yo goofy ass down. I got it." I said. She busted into a fit of giggles which caused me to laugh. She sat on the bed as I put on a song that we had sex to for the first time. Lil Corey Say Yes. This song is old as hell but it never fails to get this girl to touch me. Easy win right.
_Journey POV_
This Bitch here boy I tell you. He really think he slick. He put on the song I love oh so much. It always puts me in the mood. He turned around and looked at me slickly. I smiled and shot him a bird. He chuckled.
"It's a game right? A nigga tryna win." He spoke. I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah nigga whatever. I will personally hand you this L." I spoke. He laughed sarcastically.
"Yeah right. No let's do it. Hold up. What I get if I win?" he asked. I sighed and thought about it with a shrug.
"What you want?" I asked. He smiled and rubbed his hands together mischievously.
"I want a big ass breakfast. In bed. Im talking eggs, bacon, grits, sausage, pancakes all that." he said. I giggled and shook my head.
"Listen, you a skinny nigga with a appetite too big. Sit yo ass down somewhere. But iight. And if i win, you cook." I said. He shrugged.
"Bet. Oh and just to let you know I want chocolate chips in my pancakes." he said. I laughed loudly.
"Ion know why you telling me that. You the one cooking." We stood facing eachother as the song started over.
"You ready?" i asked. He nodded and leaned in connecting our lips. I always loved the feel of Lucas's lips against mines. But luckily i knew exactly what he liked when we lissed and i planned to do that. I sucked on his bottom lip, pulling away with his lips in my mouth.
"You cheating." he claimed. I smiled.
"Naw. A nigga tryna win." I claimed. He connected our lips before trying to shove his tongue in my mouth. I didnt allow him. He sucked his teeth. I didnt allow him because he would usually grab my ass but he cant. He bit my lip softly and i let him in. Our tongies foight for dominance as I let my hands go from behind my back. I eeached to touch him but remembered that this was a game. I put my hands behind my back again and continued to kiss him. He chuckled against my lips seeing me almost fail. Oh you wanna laigh? Bet. I stepped closer and grinded against his lower half. He sucked on my bottom lip and I grinded even more. He turned his head to the side and deepened out kiss. He let his hands fall from behind his back to his sides. Just a little more. I thought. I grinded a little harder on him and he grabbed my hips pulling me closer. I smiled.
"I win." I said, speaking against his lips. He nodded.
"I know." he spoke, leaning in to get another kiss. I put my hand up.
"Uhm no sir. I want my breakfast. Get to cooking." i spoke and jumped in bed.
"Aw damn.....how bout we just go out? Ill cook tomorrow. Promise." he spoke. I chuckled and went to get ready. He sucks at the No Hands Challenge.
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Okay. Its here. I also did another imagine for That Act Right Part 1.
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