? The Dirt Imagines/ Preferences ?

I'll do Tommy and Vince soon, thought I'd do them in doubles 💫

Nikki:
"And then... I tried to call my dad. That went down the fucking drain instantly, it's one of the reasons I don't trust people." Nikki muses as he sits next to you on the hotel room sofa, his hair tousled and eyes reddening with each word he utters. Throughout his entire commentary of his life so far, you have to hold back from just wrapping him in your arms and never letting go.
A few hours back you had been at some sort of party with Nikki, one he had invited you to as his date. Somehow he ended up bored so he suggested you head back to his hotel room for a few drinks. There's no refusing that offer, it's no secret you're absolutely crazy for the guy. The funny thing is you aren't even dating which makes you wonder why he has not only invited you, but he's opening up to you too.
"Nobody? At all?" You frown slightly at the thought of him having nobody to turn to, especially if he doesn't trust you. His eyes lock into yours for the first time in a while, following the spaced out expression he has been tranced in for the past hour throughout his chatter. A hint of a smile curls on his face, his hand ghosting over yours as it sits on the leather loveseat,
"I mean... I guess, I trust you. I never talk about my life. Ever." Nikki mumbles with no sign of losing any eye contact with you, he never seems bored of watching into your orbs. His little compliment sends a crimson flush to your cheeks, your heart fluttering like an ecstatic little butterfly.
"You can trust me. You mean a lot to me, Nik." Your voice is gentle and sweet, making him fully smile and rest his large hand over yours making it feel warm in seconds. A cute thing about Nikki is that he sometimes doesn't respond with words - instead he gives a small smile to show his appreciation. He's doing exactly that now.
"Nik?" You gently murmur which makes him snap out of his glance to look at you properly, his eyes full of curiosity and warmth. Instead of following up with speaking, you shuffle closer to him so that your hand can cup his cheek. Nikki doesn't even flinch as his warm cheek comes into contact with your palm, his stubble gently scratching on your skin as your thumb caresses his silky skin.
At this point, no words are needed to show what's happening between the two of you. The amazing tension is broken when his hands sit on your waist, seconds before his hypnotising lips press onto yours delicately. The sensation is something you've never ever felt before, the feeling of his loving lips sending intense tingles through every corner of your mind. The kiss is only 10 seconds long at maximum yet either way it fills you to the brim with happiness. As soon as he pulls away and rests his forehead on yours, all you want is to do it all again.
"Uh... Woah..." Nikki breathily chuckles as his eyes scan over your own slightly shocked expression, a soft smile creeping up on his face.
"Wanna... Kiss me in other places?" You murmur with a confident smirk, making him mirror your facial expression and snake his hands up your shirt,
"I bet your other pair of lips are just as tasty..."

Mick:
Mick's a romantic. He's sweet, funny and isn't the bitter old man he appears to be on paper. For your second date he has taken you to a cute retro diner where you have shared cheesy chips, drank huge milkshakes and sang along to the jukebox like giddy teenagers.
Currently you're leaving the diner hand in hand following a giggly argument over who pays the bill (Mick ended up paying, of course). Your leather jackets unintentionally look like you're both intending to match, the smiles on your faces also matching.
"Mickey?" You look up at him with a grin on your face and he snaps his head down to look at you, his face looking anything but serious and uptight.
"Yes, little lady?" He replies, referencing your petite height that means you're even little to him, despite Mick not being so tall himself.
"Thank you for taking me out again... But next time I'm paying the bill." You playfully nudge his side and he chuckles with a closed mouth, squeezing your hand that's warming up interlocked with his,
"Nothing you can do will make me let you pay." He argues back just as playfully.
Mick is a stubborn guy, he won't back down easily for a very long time at least... Unless?
"Not even if I did this?" You question as you stop in your tracks, keeping a grip on his hand which eventually makes him stop too,
"Do what?" He asks while his eyes skim your face to look for some sort of clue. Instead of using words you take advantage of the gorgeous city lights around you, the motorbikes revving past and the warm breeze that blesses the air around you.
Your arms make their way to around his neck and he responds by pulling you close to his chest, staring down at you with pure adoration as you lean in. Your berry balmed lips dance with his rhythmically, your fingertips grazing his upper neck as his grip remains tightened around your waist. Mick's lips are soft and welcoming, mixing surprisingly well with his stubble that tickles your lips with each rotation your head makes, each time your lips switch places. The kiss was only intended to be a little one to sway him into letting you pay next time but fuck it, it feels right to make out with him. Your tongue traces his lowermost lip, enticing him to allow your tongue's entrance. His tongue is soon to fight yours for dominance and in true Mick style it wins, his hands now tightly secured on your back while he skilfully dances his tongue with yours.
After what feels like hours of bliss you both pull away, panting for breath through the silly smiles on your faces.
"Have we got a deal?" You breathlessly giggle and he does the same, wiping his newly moistened mouth and smooching the tip of your nose,
"I'll think about it."
Mick is one stubborn bastard, but he's a stubborn bastard who you now have wrapped around your pinky finger.