Chris Brown & August Alsina Imagines

He starts up a play fight ( Chris Brown )

Chris had only sent you inside the convenient store to use the restroom and come straight out and get back in the car to ride home. And knowing you, you’re probably fixing up your hair or switching up your makeup. “I swear her ass takes so long to do nothing.” He grumbles and walks past the entry of the gas station to seek your whereabouts and when he trudges farther inside, he scans the aisles and notices a big ass kid captivated within his peripheral vision sitting on a deep freezer eating an ice cream. He knows it’s your ass.

“Girl if you don’t get yo’ ass from down there I know something.” Christopher barks and you continue swinging your feet and rolls your eyes. You were just about to ask if his mean ass if he wants a lick too but nope. “I’m thinking yo’ ass still in the bathroom and you up in here eatin’ ice cream ‘nshit.” He states and tries to grasp your cone involuntarily. Uh who daddy does he think he is? “Don’t be touchin’ my ice cream with ya’ dirty ass hands.” You retort sharply and mush his forehead backwards. Chris exhales, hooks his hand beneath your thighs and lifts you up above his shoulder and hauls you to the parking lot. He smacks his hands to your booty and you swat him on his torso to put you down and he does so, then grabs your vanilla ice cream cone and swirls his tongue on it.

Like really nigga, you just gon’ kidnap my cone like you paid for it though? He swings open the car door and slides into the drivers’ seat then swirls his tongue on the ice cream teasingly, so you swing a hand to whack the ice cream out the window but it descends to his lap. Your head tilts backwards and you’re erupting into a fit of hysterical laughter before you could curve your mouth to apologize, he takes this as his chance to lean over and attack your neck with his teeth and sucks and bites anywhere he can.