Chris Brown & August Alsina Imagines

What a Bet (August Alsina )

Imagine playing a game of Mortal Kombat on an Xbox 360 console with August Alsina inside of a game room that’s at his place and making a bet with him. If he loses: he has to give his credit card to fund an overseas shopping trip for anywhere in the world your hear desires. And if you lose: you have to give him head whenever he wants, just as sloppy as he yearns for during the entire time of your seven day visit. “You’re so nasty.”

You conjecture wearing a tiny smirk. August’s sexual entreat comes as no surprise though. Ever since grade school days: hanging out and talking almost every day he has tried to sleep with you, claiming it’s more than lust he’s deeply in love with you and has a bond of a lifetime. But you would play off his advantages because you’re afraid to ruin the friendship, or maybe you’re just playing hard to get. You extend a hand to his leg and sends a playful swat to the towel that’s covering his lower region.

August is fresh out of the shower and has become too lazy to search for clothes to put on, beads of water trickling down his body. You sneak peaks at his inked up pectoral and the big tattoo that’s promulgating his toned chest, wishing you could drive your manicure all over his body. “Pass me a controller.” He advises, situating himself crosswise of the sofa. You stretch an arm forward and grabs a hold of the second game remote, heads back to him and twists up your face to mimic within a high pitched tone. “Mane fuck you.” August spouts jokingly. “You just mad I’mma win.” He slaps a hand across your booty as you’re walking past. “Oh we’re gonna see.” You retort, lifting your finger to point at him and sways your neck side to side.

Right after that, you push his legs to the side and sits beside him and his eyes are trained on the screen as he contemplates a character to select. You suck your teeth and stare down at him. August takes so long to do absolute nothing. Eventually, he selects Scorpion as his character and you select Jade as your character to fight rounds with. The second the game begins he’s supposed to teach the rules of the game because you have no clue on what to do and he’s an expert at these video games but he does the complete opposite. His character is knocking your character to the ground every chance he gets with no mercy.

August is so unfair. “Stop, lemme get up you cheater.” You exclaim within a fit of giggles. You spread your fingers over the remote to compress as many buttons possible and moving the toggles in every direction with your other hand in hopes Jade will block or destroy Scorpion. In the meantime, little ole’ August is bursting into a fit of boisterous cackles when he grabs a hold of your character to perform a killer power move and defeats the rest of Jade’s life bar.

Luckily there’s round 2, so you’re trying to snatch away the controller out of his hands, cover his eyes, or push him to the side to help distract and gain a win since he wants to play dirty, and so far you’re doing great. Jade is throwing a string of kicks and punches that would be sure to take out Scorpion. “Yeah what was all that trash talk you were saying earlier? Huh what you say Aug? I can’t hear you.” You tease, erupting into a fit of giggles once again. You shoot up from the sofa to do a pre-celebratory dance for your soon-to-be victory. “Mane shut up. I’m just lettin’ you get those hits so you don’t feel bad about losing to me.” “Sure whatever.” You state sarcastically. He sucks his teeth and swings his feet to the floor and purposely bumps into you as he’s trudging to the television and blocks your view so he could strike as many times he can.

And before you know it, Scorpion wins reads across the television screen and you drop your game remote to the floor and marches over to attack him playfully. “Don’t get mad Y/N. I told you I was gon’ kick yo’ ass and not once but twice, two times!” August boasts, lifting two fingers forefront of your face and you push his hands away. “Boy whatever, cheating does not qualify as winning and technically I don’t have to follow through on my bet because you didn’t even show me how to play and you cheated, probably because you know I would’ve kicked your ass. Let’s do a rematch.” You argue, folding your arms over your breasts. This is just like you to protest and renege. You are a sore loser and there’s always some reason why you can’t hold up your end of the bargain or has to negotiate, but there would be no backing out this time.

“I know you better quit playin’ and get yo’ ass in that bedroom!” He orders, clenching his jaw and smacking his firm hand to your backside and you yelp and run off. “Make me!” You challenge and he chases after you, catches up to you and grips your waist with his free arm to lift you above his shoulder and hauls you to his bed where he tosses you down.

He commands excitedly and rolls beside you. August has never seen your body in the nude and is dying to seek and conquer this venture. He doesn’t have a great excess of clothing to remove and solely has a pair of boxer shorts beneath so he watches you undress. You stand up to slide off your pants and tug the shirt above your head to fling at the wall, then struts sexily to him. You move your hands to his waist to unfasten the towel and push to the side to grasp his hard-on that’s poking at the bottom of the material exposing the tip. You began stroking his erection and descends down to kiss and suck on his abdomen and mark his body in hickies.

“Damn girl you got me hard as a muhfucka.” August spat in a country accent that drive you crazy inside. You straddle his waist to outstretch an arm to the nightstand and clasp the strawberry syrup he’d forgot to return after having fruit flavored pancakes for breakfast, and you crawl beside him to draw down the elastic band of his underwear to his thighs and his erection comes springing out. Next, you pour the sweet syrup all over Aug’s genitals and his chest and he wags his sticky member in front of your face without even touching it once and you grin. It feels damn amazing to be going third base with a longtime crush, you think to yourself. ”See how hard you got me.”

He reciprocates the grin and stretches a hand past his waist to grip his manhood and gently whacks you on your forehead with it. You blink repeatedly and nosedives to suck and lick up the syrup on August’s scrotum sack while he extends a hand behind his head, lies back comfortably and he reaches his other hand to your chest and twists on your nipple with his palm to stimulate your arousal and observes your every move.

Then you grasp and enclose your palm around his growing nine inches and pumps a hand up and down Aug’s cock hastily and he begins to groan when the hand motion switches up and your wrist flickers as the palm of your hands twist at the center of his base and rubs the strawberry all over his piece, swirling your tongue on the head of his dick. “Your dick tastes so good.” You state seductively, moving your mouth closer to his dick and bites the head gently. August couldn’t form an articulate response due to the amount of sexual pleasure he’s receiving so he stutters incoherently and nods his head.

You spit a glob of saliva on the apex and it drips down the base as you slowly insert as much of his size you could fit and bobs your head up and down to savor and clean the sticky fluids, while your hands stroke and your chin grazes his scrotum sack. ”Uh, uh, u-u-uh…” August pleasantly groans spilling past his throat and you propel your mouth down farther to deep-throat his cock and swallow his tasty drops of semen whenever he releases. You could feel his vains protruding his swollen dick each time your tongue swirls briskly in circular motion and savors the delicious syrup on your taste buds and he fists your hair and bucks his hips upward, accelerating his rigid farther into your mouth causing you to gag.

“Mm, gahdamn bae. You take that dick so good.” Aug grunts, clenching his jaw and gripping tighter on your strands of hair. You could sense he’s reaching an orgasm by the sudden tremble in his legs beneath and you’re still sucking him up. You move a hand down to his balls and smacks, squeezes and fondles to cue his climax and he thrusts forward. “Oh shit yo’!” August states abruptly and you withdraw your mouth.

A string of saliva roping from your mouth to his dick while you continue to pump him into his orgasm and skates your tongue up and down his base and swirls on the apex and slurps the gushing fluids. August shoves his head backwards and rolls his eyes to the back of his head, bites on his bottom lip and gapes his mouth open as he spurts his semen and fills your mouth, fluids bursting out of your cheeks and drips down to your chin and breasts