Chris Brown Preferences/Imagines

One on One

Imagine you and a childhood friend named Christopher are playing a classic game of basketball one-on-one and the score is tied with nineteen points. You’re a little nervous you may actually lose to him in front of mutual friends that are watching on the sidelines, shouting. He used to play on a high school basketball team back in the day and was MVP. I mean come on, even you have to admit he’s a damn great athlete. “Seriously Chris, what are you doing?” you ask curiously. And he gives no explanation because he doesn’t know himself, he just knows he’s acting like a moron and making you giggle in the meantime. “Don’t attempt to distract me because it won’t work.” you state, chuckling. He’s the same Christopher you’ve known since 9-years-old acting goofy anytime you’re hanging out together. I guess he loves making you laugh at the silliest things just so he can have an excuse to see that pretty smile of yours be showcased. “Stop C-Sizzle and let’s get back to playing basketball, come on.” you command and Chris gets serious. Though he probably wants to laugh because you still remember his rap moniker after all these years and no one has called him that since his high school days. He’s focusing on the way your manicured hand dribbles the basketball down the pavement of a community.court. Swiftly maneuvering around him as he tries to steal the ball out of your grasp but you’re just so good he’s no match for you after all. Chris is sprinting down the basketball court close on the heels of your black and white concord Nike sneakers but it’s no use you’re already at the rim, hopping up high in the air and slamming down the basketball to end the game. “Out of all those times we’ve played basketball and you’ve never beat me but today you win by one point.” he utters in complete disbelief. “I swear you be cheatin’ like a mothafucka Y/N.” Rolling your eyes like a little school girl and sucking your teeth as he gives your shoulder a playful shove, walking beside you. “No one cheated, I won fair-in-square.” you say and he chuckles then declares you’re a lame for your statement. Pushing Chris’ shoulder as retaliation, you get in front of him and place a hand in front of his chest. “So what does the winner get as prize?” “The greatest prize there is — a kiss by me.” he says, ugh he’s so corny. He takes a step closer to you, licking his lips the entire time as he prepares to press his pink lips onto yours for the very first time, but you raise a hand to his mouth and back up, obviously hesitant. “Nah what you doing? I’m giving you yo prize!” Chris exclaims and a tiny smirk begins to slither its way onto your expression. Next, he encloses your waist in a hug with one hand while he slips a forefinger beneath your chin with his other hand and guides your head up to kiss you for real this time.