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henneseyhoe · 6 months

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I JUST READ THE MELO SMUT🥵🥵so good can you do another one we’re he’s obsessed with the reader like he’s always posting her and showing her love or even like him being overly obsessed and a little dark

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Lamelo x BLACK!FEM!reader.

WARNINGS:!!SLIGHT CNC!!, daddy kink, stalking, mentions of blood and death, k!dnapping, mentions of mental health, kn!fe play(kinda), breeding if you squint, crying(as always), reader is a tad bit delusional, no protection(wrap it before you tap it)

Ps. I feel like being a perfectionist and overthinking fucked this up for me but I can’t keep holding this damn request hostage 😩 so I hope you still enjoy this, it’s LONG lmfao.

Pss. I thought I lost this request, whole time I just had to scroll down LMFAOOO

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“Damn, girl. This like the fiftieth love note you’ve gotten this month!” Karina exclaims, looking down at the stack of notes on Y/Ns counter, the girl adding one more from today into the pile. Truthfully, Karina had been sick of seeing them, disgusted by the amount she got weekly. “Girl, stop! It’s not…maybe fortieth” Karina makes a face, side eyeing Y/N with slight scornful expression. She was more than weirded out at the creepy gestures not moving her friend even a bit. Karina on the other hand, got goosebumps even looking at the letters. They were creepy to her, and every time she read one about this mysterious person confessing their love to her bestfriend, she grew more concerned for her wellbeing. “Like that makes a difference, Y/N. You don’t find this shit kinda..weird?” Y/N shrugs, not seeing the point in looking deeper than the notes themselves. A part inside of her liked the attention she got.

“No, not really. It’s kinda sweet!”

“Sweet?! this man, woman, thing, whatever the fuck! Has been writing to you for almost five months now and has not shown their face. You don’t think that’s creepy?”

“I dunno. Maybe they shy, Karina”

“Nuh-uh. I don’t trust it, I don’t like it. What if it’s your ex?” Y/N laughs, taking her jacket off and setting it on a coat hanger in her closet before heading to her kitchen to prepare a meal, Karina following closely behind her to continue her scolding.

“You are so dramatic, you know that? Me and Jason haven’t talked in so long, I doubt it. I haven’t even seen the nigga around”

“So? Nothing about me is dramatic, I’m telling you the truth. That’s more than a secret admirer, that’s a stalker”

Y/N shrugged her off, laughing once again, and further annoying Karina with her lack of urgency to get down to the bottom of the situation at hand. “Stalker? What is this, a lifetime movie?”

“No, it’s real life. that’s why I need you to stay ready for whatever, especially with that creepy ass message your ex sent you after your breakup”

Little did she know, her friend was right all along. It wasn’t her ex, but someone who was far more demented and delusional. Lamelo had been sending eerily specific love letters to Y/N’s house for months, but had been watching her for well over a year now. Almost as soon as he saw her, his last obsession became a buried memory, Y/N now being in the forefront of his mind and sticking there like double sided tape to itself. After some time, he knew her from top to bottom, back to front, and soon, inside and out. If it was up to him, she would have always been his, but he wasn’t the best with approaching women of Y/N’s caliber. She was smart, a college student studying computer science, and none of his silly mind games that’d usually trip up other girls he was interested in would work on her. He had to up his game, and so, he set his plan in motion until he got her in the right place to sink his teeth into her.

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“Be safe, okay?”

“Yes, Karina! I won’t get murdered or chopped up over my vacation week, I promise” Y/N joked, but Karina was dead serious, finding no humor in her mess. Y/N’s smile drops, and she becomes serious, mostly so Karina would leave her alone about those ‘silly little notes’. “Okay, I’m sorry. I’ll be safe” she reassured, both the girls finally saying their goodbyes with a loving hug and wave. Closing the door, Y/N sighs. Karina was her bestest friend in the world, but sometimes she could be overbearing. Y/N felt maybe she needed a bit of attention since her recent breakup. She craved it, really. It didn’t matter if the attention was physical or something with a little less contact, Y/N wanted it. But, It wouldn’t go farther than that, she didn’t need a rebound.

Walking into her kitchen where she just finished preparing dinner, she began making herself a plate of spaghetti and freshly toasted bread. The smell of the food made her stomach growl. She knew if she didn’t give Karina a plate of her own before she left, she’d complain that Y/N hogged all that good food to herself. Satisfied with the plate she made, she grabbed her a fork from the dishwasher and sat down at the dining table. Taking a generous amount of pasta on her fork, her mouth watered just as she was about to send her tastebuds to food-heaven.

Then, the doorbell rang.

The girl pauses, praying whoever the hell that was would go away on their own so she could finish eating.

Knock, knock, knock.

Damn. Her lights were on, they knew she was home. She sighs, her fork lowering back down to her plate. Swallowing the saliva that had accumulated in her mouth, she unsticks herself from her comfortable seat, grumpily making her way towards the front door. Oddly, she saw no one through the frosted glass frame placed in the middle of the door, so she was forced to open it up and see what was going on.

“Hello??” She called, aggravated by how she had to leave her hot dinner just to answer the door and be met with silence. Stepping out on her porch a little, her eyes scan her yard, though nothing but darkness surrounded. Shaking her head, Y/N slams the door shut and locks it. “Stupid ass kids knockin’ on my door. One day imma stick my foot up one of they asses” She rants, walking back to her little set up. Feeling happiness again, she takes that lovely bite of food and does a little dance in her seat.

As her eating progresses, she couldn’t help but to notice her vision blurring, creating two of everything around her. Her head began to spin, and her heartbeat could be heard in her ears mid bite. She had lost her appetite completely by now, currently only focusing on not throwing up all over her table.

‘Where’s my phone?’

She could have sworn she had set it right next to her plate, but it was no where to be found now, even in her corrupted vision. Holding her head in her free hand, she gags at the sudden smell that fills her nose. It was a faint smell, but noticeable. sweet smelling, almost. Ironic for the bitter moment. Her brain told her to stand, and she followed suit, but she couldn’t stop the weakening of her knees or how slowed her breathing was getting.

Her body hit the floor with a ‘THUD’, her limbs feeling completely weighted down, and her consciousness slipping from her as she laid on the cold tiled floor, unable to move.

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There she was. Finally where Lamelo wanted her to be. He was so jittery and giddy about his successes that he could scream, but he held off on that till he was alone. His letters, fake pages, dms, and Instagram likes had finally paid off. He had her all to himself, and finally, no one was in his way. Not her colleagues, not Karina, not even her ‘crazy ass’ ex. He had gotten rid of him as soon as tension rose in their relationship. Jason hadn’t seen REAL crazy till he met Lamelo, and he made sure he knew that before his last breath.

The first time Lamelo and Jason interacted was when he witnessed their first relationship fight, which was fairly petty, but Melo didn’t see it that way. He had left a reeeal lengthy note on Jason’s dorm door, describing in step by step detail about how he would gut him like a fish, cut him up into tiny pieces and send every single bit of him off to his ‘helpless whore of a mother’, as Melo described her as. Of course Jason was shaken up, rightfully so. But obviously not shaken up enough to back off.

After not talking to Y/N since the argument, Jason appeared on her porch with that same note, tearing her a new one. He thought Karina was playing jokes on him for arguing with her bestfriend and making her cry. He took his anger out on her, yelled up a storm, and burned up the letter in his hand with his lighter, leaving it on the poor girls porch to stomp out as tears flowed from her glossed brown eyes.

Lamelo took the whole thing as a challenge. Did he really think Karina was on his level of literacy? That note was too well typed for it to be her. So, him being the man he was, made his threats come to fruition. He easily beckoned Jason into close arm reach by teasing him on his campuses basketball court as Jason was doing solo drills. Lucky for Lamelo, he trained at night.

Walking himself into the low lit court, Lamelo began taunting him, which stretched over three whole minutes. Knowing the hot head would react with physical anger, Lamelo kept a guard, and as soon as Jason tried him, Lamelo revealed the bat he held behind his back, swiftly taking a mighty swing at the man’s left leg, hitting right below his knee. Jason couldn’t have possibly seen it coming.

“Right out the park!” Lamelo continued to tease with a wide smile as if blood wasn’t splattered on his shoes. Red spilled from the back of Jason’s knee from his bone completely breaking and stabbing its way through his muscles and skin. You could have heard the snap of the bone and the sound of him hitting the floor echo through the gym, a sound Melo wanted to hear, but Jason’s loud screaming ruined getting the full effect. “I guess this is the part where I run to base” Grabbing the man by his destroyed, bloodied leg, Lamelo drags Jason off of the court as he screams bloody murder.

Lamelo instantly began regretting not bringing anything else to knock him out with without killing him, but every mastermind had slip ups. a shame somebody is gonna hear his screams and probably have nightmares about it now though. Not that Lamelo cared about either parties wellbeing, he just didn’t wanna hear his or anyone else’s mouth.

Then, in Lamelo’s basement face down, Jason continues to cry like a baby while Lamelo took a much needed drink break for the sake of his sanity, or what was left of it.

“How the fuck am I supposed to play ball now!?” Jason heaves suddenly with a quiet sob leaving his dry lips, his coffee colored hands holding his thigh as the blood spilling slowed. “You genuinely thought you were gonna get that far?”

Before Jason had time to attempt to answer, two bullets were already lodged into his skull, one exiting from between his eyebrows and one through his left eye socket.

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His daydreaming was cut short by Y/N mixing in her seat. Her consciousness had finally came back, but confusion quickly filled that space in her mind that was once occupied by unconsciousness. She looks around, not recognizing anything around her. “Look who’s up” Melo leans up from his seat in front of her, peeling off the ghostface mask he wore just for dramatic purposes. Y/N’s eyebrows knit together. “I know whatchu thinking. Where am I? Who are you? I’ll tell you all that later. But, for right now, we’re gonna celebrate” He smiles, and tosses the mask, standing from the couch he sat on.

Walking over to a small bar, he pours an unknown drink into a glass. Y/N had no idea what was going on, nor did she really care to find out. She was too worried about all the guns and knives that were laid out on the floor next to his seat. Fear pumped up her body with adrenaline, her entire being tingling. She wanted to jump out of her seat, but her arms were tied behind her back, and her ankles were tied to the chair’s own legs.

“I wanna make a toast. To a new life, and new love” He held up his glass and drunk some of the mystery liquor. Waking over to her, he holds the glass to her lips. “Drink” he instructed, Y/N shaking her head and looking away. “Why not? You think I poisoned it or somethin’?” He takes his hand and grabs her jaw, forcing her to look at him. “I wouldn’t do that to myself, so drink” he insists.

Looking back at him, her eyes trace his features, stretching down his long, tatted arms. Creepy shit aside, she thought he was cute, but she had to stay focused. “If you don’t drink, imma just force you” Y/N didn’t budge, but Lamelo had no problem with setting her straight early on. Gripping the sides of her face to make her open her mouth, he tilts her head back roughly and pours the drink into her mouth. The liquid went down smoothly, but burned her throat like hell. She didn’t drink, she never did because she got drunk easily, and Lamelo knew that.

She jerks her head away with a strong gag, tears welling up in her eyes. “I dunno if you realized yet, but I’m the one in charge, I’m the one who ain’t tied up, I’m the one that could end you like *snap* that” he threatens with a snap, but it holds no weight to him. He wasn’t gonna kill this one, or at least he hoped he wouldn’t have to. “I know you’re a smart girl, so I know you can listen. I didn’t go through all those letters to find out you can’t follow simple instructions, pretty”

Her eyes were drawn to him, anger now flickering within them like a flame in a dark room. “Letters?…You were the one writing those fuckin’ letters?” She spoke through clenched teeth. Lamelo smiles. “Surpriiiise~” he sings, gulping down the rest of the alcohol before slamming the glass down on the floor. The glass shattered into pieces, making Y/N jump at the sound. Her breathing was ragged, and pressure built up behind her eyes like a dam waiting to be cracked open.

“You’re a sick person” She spoke with distress, shaking her head. Melo shrugs with no sympathy. If he had a dollar for every time someone said that to him, he’d be a Rockefeller. “Everybody sick, I just have no problem showing mine, unlike the rest of society”

“Jesus Christ” she muttered, her head hanging low in regret. Karina was right all along, and she didn’t listen. If she did, she wouldn’t be in this position, her life in the hands of a man she didn’t even know. “Don’t act so sad. You’re gonna love me…or at least learn to. again, you’re smart”

“I don’t wanna love you. I wanna go home”

“You are home. Don’t be stupid” He spat, waltzing by her and picking up a blade from the floor, inspecting in. Y/N tenses up, Lamelo immediately noticing. He side eyes her with a slight smirk, mischief infesting his energy. “You think imma cut you, Y/N?” She kept quiet, but he continued to pry. “You think imma scar that pretty frame you got? What about this beautiful face?” He walks over to her, using the knife to swipe a box braid out of her vision. Y/N sniffles, taking a deep breath.

“Let. Me. Go”

“Or what?” Lamelo challenged, getting close to her as Y/N gave him a look, one he couldn’t make out or tell if it was anger. “You can’t do shit, I made sure. I tied you real good. Your friend thinks you went on vacation, so if you aren’t answering tomorrow, that just means you made it safe and you’re having fun. Maybe found yourself a fun fling that’s distracting that pretty mind. Somebody you invited up to your room” he continues, the tip of his knife swiftly making a cut into her gown with a quick swipe, making the thin fabric fall from the top of her body, pooling into her lap.She wanted to cover her naked body, but the rope restraints stuns her movements.

“Would you take me back to your hotel room, Y/N? I would have been a great candidate” the sadistic nature of him alone had her terrified, he could have done anything to her. She began shedding tears. She was exposed now, realizing the gown wasn’t even something she remembered wearing or buying, so he had to have put it on her himself when she was knocked out.

If he pulls the rest off, she was for sure fucked, no pun intended. He stares with no shame, the tip of his tongue grazing his plump bottom lip.

‘Fuck’

She attempts clenching her thighs together to stop the tingling, but it never subsided, and her brown nipples getting as hard as pebbles helped nothing. She wanted to keep a guard up so badly for her own safety, but the wetness coating the lips between her legs was telling her to do something else.

He notices how her legs were trying to move and her hips slowly circled, unintentionally trying to find a specific position to stimulate her clit. She couldn’t help it, she just wanted the tingling to stop. “Lemme help you wit’ that, ma” Melo smirks, putting his hand right under her soaked pussy. She stops immediately and lifts her butt as much as she can, feeling the warmth of his hand under her. She shakes her head ‘no’, but he nods a ‘yes’ and keeps his hand placed, kneeling on one knee in front of her. “Go ‘head” He says. The approval he gave her lingered in her head as the tingling intensified, giving her no choice but to fall into temptation.

Y/N hesitantly lowers herself down and begins to move against his hand, swirling, bouncing, and grinding down at the speed she wanted as her hips stuttered backwards every time his finger tips would swipe over her clit. She let out a stifled moan and threw her head back, rocking her hips faster as she felt herself climb closer to her end. Lamelo only fed her urges by bringing his hand up higher every time she’d raise her hips when the feeling got too strong, aiming to stimulate her clit through even the strongest parts of her orgasm. His dick was as hard as an iron pole in his pants now. It almost painfully pressing up against the material, the tip leaking precum just practically begging to be set free so he could fuck something, and soon it’d get its turn. Y/N could just see it through her eyelashes, she couldn’t help but look, it was so obvious.

Lamelo slides his fingers between her wet folds, collecting her slick to keep her clit wet while she used him as she pleased. “Speed up” he instructed.

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Fifteen minutes had passed and she had already came twice in the palm of his hands. Her seat was sticky and her thighs were wet, but Lamelo’s hand and arm were wetter. He slid his hand from under her and took a taste of what he had craved for so long. All of the timeless nights he had spent looking through her bedroom window, watching her feel, fuck, and taste herself, wishing he was there to catch every drop.

Feeling defeated, Y/N’s head lulls backwards as she rests her eyes on the ceiling above her. There was no other sound but the ringing frequency in her ear and the huffing of her breath trying to slow itself. She could hear her own heartbeat slowing too, just until the sound of wood creaking above them drowned the sound out. She pauses, her eyes shooting wide.

‘Who could possibly be here? could they help?’

Was what she began thinking as all the color from Lamelo’s face seemingly drained, his breath now still. Suddenly he reaches for the knife he held earlier, grabbing it from the floor and clutching it in his hand. Just in case someone had creeped down the stairs to the basement and witnessed what had been going on, he had no problem getting rid of whoever was responsible for ruining their moment.

The walking upstairs prologued, the hot tears that filled her eyes starting to flood her flushed cheeks as he placed a finger over her lips, signaling her to shut up. The cold blade of his knife pressed against the skin of her throat, so hard that she could practically feel her pulse and she was holding her breath purposely, scared the blade would cut her precious soft skin if she moved even an inch, and he cared less.

As the footsteps went away, distancing from them, he moves his hand. He lets out a much needed breath of relief and licks his lips, a smile growing on his face. “Roommate. Thought we were goners there for a second. You did good though, ma” He praises, standing from his crouching position. “I think you deserve a treat because of that”

Positioning his knife under the rope that held her feet in place, he looks up at her with a warning look before cutting both of her legs free. He walks around the chair and does her hands next, giving Y/N the room to rub her aching joints, feeling relief. Only one thought ran through her mind just then, and though she was tired from the recent back to back orgasms, she knew she only had one chance to get it right. So, she stood like a lamb taking its first steps, and took a run for it.

‘Please, please, please’

She pleaded in her head over and over again as she ran though the large basement, hoping to find an exit. Just as she had spotted a door at the end of a dark stairway, light of freedom shining through the cracks, her body jerked backwards and spun in the opposite direction, the miss placement of her sore feet being the reason why she hit the floor. The taste of iron filled her mouth from the gash on the inside of her lip, her teeth accidentally biting down on it as she went down.

She thanked god that carpet covered the floor or else she would have definitely knocked a tooth loose, and maybe lost one. “Run pretty fast for someone who’s been tied up for hours” He flipped her over so easily, prying her legs open so he could kneel between them. He admired her entire body as he held both her wrists down above her head with just one hand so he could capture them in a pair of cuffs, making sure she had no fighting chance this time. She couldn’t believe his hand was big enough to hold down both, and even with her struggling, he didn’t budge once.

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The take down was rough, but when he fucked, it was nothing like she expected. He slid his shaft along her clit, the pink bud erect and sticking out from her hood. He couldn’t stop himself from jumping against her pussy with excitement, the tip of his dick slapping the bottom of her belly with every bounce. He pulls his hips back, the tip of him now resting against her dripping entrance, ready to ruin her for the next, if Lamelo didn’t get to him first. “Stop..” She mutters, but deep down, she was really anticipating the contact.

Her sexual organs were completely against her once again, fogging her mind with thoughts of him she didn’t want and didn’t expect to have. She was forced to sit there, pondering on how he felt and how deep he could go inside of her, but she no longer had to wonder as he pushed his hips back forward to give her a taste of what she would be stuck with for the rest of her days.

He sunk into her slowly, her walls gripping him as a welcome upon entrance. He practically had to force himself inside with a drawn out sigh as Y/N sucks in air, both of them exchanging looks into their eyes before looking down at where they connected. Her stomach involuntarily sucks in, showing the bulge of his dick every time he thrusted forward with skill into her. The feeling deep down was so indescribable, so good that she almost cracked a smile. She hadn’t even noticed how much he was stretching her out, she was too busy feeling every inch of him.

Her eyes rolls back and her toes curled as she brought her legs back further for him, Lamelo smiling at how he didn’t even have to tell her to do so. He was just proud that she was learning, but she had much more to get down pact.

“Good girl…” he rasps.

“It’s so fucking deep” She whispers, her voice slightly hoarse from her throat being dry. As his hips tempo changed, the chains connected to her wrists made jingling sounds, making music with the clapping of their thighs joining in the harsher he got. He couldn’t tell if his bodies reaction to her was cause he hadn’t had sex in a long time or if she was just that damn tight. Meanwhile, YN was Lost in clouds of her own, feeling the repetitive push of Lamelo’s tip knocking against her g-spot, her own cream starting to slip out of her and drip down to her ass.

“This pussy grippin’” Melo compliments, one of his hands moving downwards to grip at the girls throat, making her tear up once again.

“Yeah? You like it?” She spoke breathlessly, the man above her nodding and laying a singular kiss on her lips, making her swoon momentarily before going back to her struggling whimpers.

“Mhmm, fuck” He moans. He never moaned, but he guessed she was changing him too.

“Call me daddy”

“Daddy!”

“Yeah, what’s my name?”

“Daddy! Fuck!”

“You so fuckin’ pretty, mamas” he groans out, almost whimpering as his dick pushed inside her further and further. She felt like he was trying to make her cervix a home for his dick with how deep he was going. Y/N began to think how they had gone too far for her to ignore how she was enjoying every bit of this. No matter how much she tried to tell her pussy to stop cumming for him, she continued, making the carpet under her soaked with her honey. Hours ago she wished her hands were untied to beat his ass, but now she wished they were uncuffed so she could trace his tattoos while he dug her out.

He was hitting spots that not even her ex man was hitting.

Using her thighs for leverage, he begins to fuck her in a push-up position, ramming his long dick directly into her coven, her walls squeezing him almost like she was showing thanks without words. Her juices made it easier for him to fuck her with no limit, slipping and sliding into her with no trouble apart from how tight she was gripping.

He didn’t hold off to cum either, he had already came twice, but he had more to give her and she had no choice but to take it. He was convinced he could imprint on her, and it was a bonus if his seed grew inside of her after all this hard work he put in. She was gonna stay with him, and he was gonna make sure of it.

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70 Questions with Vogue

“Hi, Stevie! Thank you so much for having me over,” Joe Sabia greets.

“Any time”

“Can I just say that you have a beautiful Chicago home,” Joe gushes, looking around in awe.

“Thank you so much! That’s one of my favorite compliments because and Zo have put so much time in it and that it would feel like our home away from home,” you can hear the warmth in her voice.

“Am I welcomed in?”

“Yes, please come in,” you move to the side, allowing Vogue’s crew to come in.

“How does it feel to be added to the list of celebrities doing Vogue’s 73 questions?”

“I am honored,” you answer and move to your kitchen.

“Why the color green for your kitchen?”

“Ugh I just love the color green. My kitchen in our first home was green, and it was my favorite, but then we moved into a bigger home and I decided to not have it green. That’s why this kitchen is extra special to me. Plus, this kitchen holds a lot of memories,” you smile, thinking about everything that’s happened in this kitchen.

“That’s sweet. What’s the first memory of this kitchen that pops in your head?”

“Earlier this year my sister kendall was in here trying to cut up cucumbers and let me tell you we got a kick out of it. The internet also” she recalls laughing

“ I know moments like those are funny and special Speaking of family and special moments, you just welcomed your second baby and first boy into the world about a month ago. Congratulations to you.”

“Yes, thank you. he’s my special boy and he’s so spoiled already, especially with Zo.” Your cheeks get rosy, feeling an overwhelming amount of love fill your heart at the thought of Zo being the best dad he is.

“What’s something you learned when you became a parent?”

“Responsibility. It’s easy to lose a handle on yourself and life when you’re solo, so when you have other humans to take care of, you learn more about what responsibility looks like.”

“Favorite summer drink?”

“A very cold glass of water or a lemonade ” you laugh at the random question.

“Mama!!” You grin when you hear Zoey shout, knowing she’s about to jump into your arms and cling to you.

When you see her running towards you, you prepare for her tiny impact and easily lift her up. You push her hair out of her face, but it’s no use as she hides in your neck.

“My big girl ! Wanna say ‘hi’ to the camera?” You rub softly on her back, feeling her melt into your touch much like Zo does when you embrace him after a tough game

“Hi,” she says shyly.

“I want daddy,” she adds in, hands on your cheeks.

“You want to see daddy? Well, I guess it’s time to take a detour outside,” you say to the camera before telling them to follow you to the back.

The camera captures you walking with Zoey while also grabbing the baby monitor, so you can keep an ear out for Sloane as He’s napping. You walk with an effortless strut even though your feet haven’t touched a runway in months.

When you step onto the warm cobblestone of your back patio, the camera gets a view of your Zoey walking away from your hold. She press quick kisses to your cheek and you immediately beelined straight to Zo. He is out by the outdoor court

You stand by, enjoying Zo as he’s shirtless shooting around. Your eyes sparkle with love when you watch him pick up Zo with ease. Your eyes also glimmer.

The sweet giggles coming from Zoey pull you towards them. Zo’s tickling her stomach, simply unaware that there are cameras near.

He finally looks up, connecting eyes with you. You smile and tilt your head towards the cameras and he just nods, beckoning you closer to him.

“Lonzo, it’s nice to see you man,” the interviewer breaks the silence.

“Hey, guys. Welcome to our home,” Zo greets, handing Zoey into your arms so she can wrap his hand around your waist.

“Y/n, what’s your favorite thing about Zo becoming a dad?”

“He’s so gentle, he is also such a big softie for his babies. He’s also really matured, it’s fascinating seeing him learn something new everyday,” you answer with sincerity and a loving gaze locked on his shy smile. Zo stays quiet, kissing Zoey on her temple before reaching over to kiss you

“Zo, what’s your favorite thing about seeing Stevie become a mom?”

“I get to witness the force of nature that is my wife. The way she takes care of all of us, and just struts her way through. She makes it look so easy, so I guess that’s why I love to see her in action because I know raising children isn’t easy.”

Your cheeks heat up and you make your way to Zo, hugging his body to yours.

Zo kisses your cheek, choosing to ignore the cameras capturing your pda, and whispers in your ear that he’s going to check on Sloane. Choosing to ignore the camera’s presence as well, you give him a chaste kiss on the lips and slap his ass as he goes upstairs.

“Favorite tattoo?”

“I have quite a few favorites. Firstly, my “angel” one for my daughter and “Zo” those tattoos are ones I adore. I also love, my “divine feminine” tattoo because Zo loves tracing that one ,” you explain.

“Oh! I almost forgot, I’m getting a tattoo for my son soon, so that’ll be another favorite,” you add.

“Biggest fear?”

“It used to be endless darkness but since becoming a wife and mother, my biggest fear is my husband or children getting hurt. However, I’m still scared of endless darkness . Becoming a mom has made me much stronger, but I’m no superhero.”

“Is that my precious baby boy?! It is,” you say before turning your attention to the camera. “This is the first glimpse that the public is getting of him and we’re excited!” You rub your nose against his baby smooth cheek, inhaling his scent.

“Everyone, this is Sloane Ball,” Zo introduces Sloane. The camera zooms in on his sweet face. His’s barely awake, but his grasp on Zo’s finger doesn’t let up.

“He's adorable, guys,” the man compliments.

“Thank you. I think looks just like Zo,” you say.

“Why the name Sloane?”

“Well that is my actual government name but I was not aware of that until I was around 13 turning 14 when I was trying to be independent but like who ask is this name that everyone has been calling me my whole life is this actually my real name not really something you ask anyway I see my birth certificate and I was like Sloane who is this this is wrong person but I am also the only sister to have a an S name I asked and welp it was not wrong so I came to the conclusion that I was going to name my first son after me and that he was going to be proud of the name that I never got to embrace.

“ wow I would of never thought that at all I am actual shocked” He says in awe

“Most people are” you say walking back inside the house

“what is your favorite moment with Zo’s family”

“ummm maybe when Melo Zo’s younger brother meet Zoey for the first time it was so special and so funny he is over one of the funniest people I know” you say laughing toward the front door

“ we can tell by the show and his on air interviews .” He says with a smile

“well I think it is getting a little late maybe this is my moment to leave thank you so much for having me” he says walking backwards with the camera out the door

#kylie jenner #kardashian jenners #nba #caitlyn jenner #jenner #lonzo ball #lamelo ball #x reader #fanfic

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jaysonsfavwhore · 2 years

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The Favorite Masterlist

description: every teacher has their favorite student, and sometimes, a favorite parent. in which jayson falls inlove with deuce’s teacher

A place where you can find every chapter to The Favorite series!!

~ Chapter 1

~ Chapter 2 [updated 06/17/22]

#jayson tatum #jayson #jayson tatum fan fic #jayson tatum fanfiction #jayson tatum imagine #jayson tatum fics #jayson tatum oneshot #melo ball #lamelo ball #jayson tatum oneshots #jayson tatum blurb #jayson tatum imagines #jt fan fic #jt #jt fanfic #deuce tatum

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lonzoballsgirl · 2 years

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#wattpad #fanfics #ballbrothers #basketball #charlotte hornets #chicago bulls #lonzoball #geloball #meloball #zoball #liangelo ball #lamelo ball

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Ideas for Black!Reader Fic

I am going to try my hand again at writing. And I wanted to share some people and fandoms that I love. If you don’t know these shows/actors/franchises/movies/streamers I’m putting you on! For the following:

Johnny Depp- All his characters

Cameron Monaghan- I know that there are fics out there but it’s only always his Jerome/Jeremiah roles never just him or Cal Kestis

Anthony Carrigan- I loved Anothy as Victor Zsasz

Paul Dano- There are Riddler fics but not as many for his other roles

The Entire Cast of Hawaii Five-0 (2010) - Don’t even get me started on how good this show is! And the cast looks amazing!

Chicago Med/Fire/PD- These shows have so much potential for fanfic storylines!

The Game (2006)- Has great potential for slow burns and fluffs.

Star Wars franchise (1977-present) - I know I said Cal Kestis but there are also other characters like Anakin, Luke, Obi Wan,Boba Fett (etc.)

NCIS franchise- I honestly love this franchise and it’s characters!

Hamilton

Any/All Sports Men- Jude Bellingham,Lewis Hamilton,LaMelo Ball,Allen Iverson(etc.)

Berleezy - He’s handsome and he’s funny!

Coryxkenshin- I literally love him and his videos!

Albert Aretz (Flamingo)- Look … he may be the epitome of mediocre white man but I like what I like!

AMP- Duke Dennis, Kai Cenat, Agent 00, ChrisNxtDoor,Davis, and Fanum ( all I gotta say is love a black man from infinity to infinity🗣️)

Beta Squad- A British YouTube/ streamer group!

SOMEBROS- Berleezy, Rico, ,PG, Joe (etc.)

WWE- come on now, do I even need to explain!!!

Four Brothers- All the cast but Garrett Hedland in particular!

Peacemaker - Don’t get me wrong I love Adrian Chase but I want to see just as much Peacemaker x black!reader fics because 2 words… JOHN CENA

MAWS- New animated Superman show! Love!

Smallville - The entire cast is hot! Tbh I fell hard for Tom Welling when I was younger when he was in Cheaper By The Dozen. Plus they literally whitewashed Vixen. COME ON! Vixen is a black female hero btw. She was also with Jon (Green Lantern) at one point.

Justice League/Justice League Unlimited (2001 and 2004)- I mean I literally can’t find any Jon Stewart x black!reader fics and he was with a BLACK WOMAN!

Warner Bros Franchise (minus the looney tunes & space jam)- There are lots of popular franchises that this company has from Fast & Furious to The Matrix!

Peaky Blinders- Saw a Tommy shelby x arms dealer black!female reader fic on my previous account but even then I couldn’t find it again on that account. So it’s gone with the wind. And the cast (i.e the actors and other characters they’ve portrayed). Example: Cillian Murphy as Johnathan Crane.

The Bear

FBI (All)

Vinnie Hacker

Tiktokers

Blue Bloods

Will Poulter- I haven’t really seen any Adam Warlock fics

Slashers

Stranger Things

Dave Lizewski

Eddie Redmayne

Macgyver (2016)

Fresh Prince of Belair

Guardians of the galaxy- Explanation? Do I really need one?

On My Block

Descendants (characters will be the actors age in real life.duh)- Love Boo-boo Stewart & Mitchell Hope!

Matt Rife

Joey Bragg (Liv &Maddie) - What can I say I love dorks!

The Boys- Haven’t seen that many fics about the characters and a black reader

Once Upon A Time- I love dark fairytales sometimes because they remind me that not every story has a happy ending and you have to learn from them. But this series is good for any theme really.

Walker Texas Ranger (1993)

Top Gun

Magcon: Whether you saw their vines on YouTube or vine, you know who they are

Dolan Twins

Mission Impossible

Euphoria- Entire show has great storylines with the potential of drama in fics

Shameless- Especially Carl Gallagher and Lip Gallagher

Creed- Michael B Jordan need I say more

Keanu Reeves- There are very few fics about Keanu but I’ve seen a few of his John Wick x black!reader fics (chef’s kiss) but never see any of The Matrix Fics!Also Ted (Bill & Ted)

River Phoenix

Batman Beyond

Rider Strong

Danny Gonzalez

Timothée Chalamet

New York Undercover

Past-Present Singers & Rappers/ Groups -Bow Wow, Tupac, Lil Baby, Nelly, Omarion, Prince, Michael Jackson, Jon B,Usher, Central Cee, Måneskin, New Edition, BTS, James Bay(etc.)

Anime(Any kind!)- Would love to see other shows, I know hunterxhunter,aot,one piece (etc.)

Bridgerton- There is very little Bridgerton stories catered around a black reader.

Marvel- Now that’s not to say that there aren’t any in fact there are many but I never see (Tobey Maguire Spider-Man stories and it seems like everyone tends to focus on the famous Marvel characters like The Avengers but not on other aspects like X-men or better yet, heroes that haven’t even gotten their own movie but are just as amazing like Squadron Supreme , it’s equivalent to DCU’s Justice League.

Secret Invasion- Not gonna lie , I’m feening for Gravik.😳

DCEU- Another franchise that pushes its other characters to the side. For example, Hush (Thomas Elliot) is literally the epitome of Bruce Wayne gone bad!

Ross Lynch- There are so many roles that Ross did so well in Like Teen Beach Movie or Sabrina.

Highschool Musical Franchise (2006- present ) I’m not just talking about HSMTS (2019), I mean even further back than that. I don’t see any Troy Bolton x black!reader and that’s crazy. I also can’t find any Zac Efron x black!reader

Interview with a Vampire (1994) and (2022)

Austin Butler- He did well in his role as Elvis!

Vikings - There are a good amount but still!

Transformers

Suits

Saved By The Bell

The Goldbergs

Parks & Recreation

Leverage

The Outsiders

Heart of Stone

New York Undercover (1994)

Addams Family

Victorious

Matpat

ICarly

The Real Bros of Simi Valley (2017)

Think Like A Man (2012)

One on One (2001)

Scorpion (2014)

The King of Queens (1998)

G.I. Joe Franchise

Terminator

Beware the Batman (2013)

Any and all Asian Idols/Actors

Seal Team

Mortal Combat

Bill and Ted

Barbie

Detroit: Become Human

Will Trent

Tokyo Vice

Growing Pains

Graceful Family (Kdrama)[Any Asian Drama shows or movies would be great as well]

The Regime

Batman: The animated series

If anyone needs ideas for these franchises/movies/shows/actors , then holla at me! I got you!

Also add more to the list if anything that you would like to see comes to mind.

Also tag black writers who you want to see this!

@sheabuttahwrites @shinsouscatpisssmell @cocoamoonmalfoy @heathenarmyimagines @cinewhore @cocoamoonmalfoy @stxxllaaa @glitterjuju @lilvampirina @breanime @blackmissfrizzle @afro-hispwriter @stargirlfics @lavenderursa @clydesducktape @pettyprocrastination @theblvckvenus @plantvenuss @punani @n-slayaaaaa @infernalodie @halfofmysoulsblog @iridecsense @tomhardydallasstarsgirl @supremethunda @thekrazykeke @canumoveurseatup-no @hiatuswhore @avintagekiss24 @ohcaptains @iguessweallcrazyithinktho @xsapphirescrollsx @sunflowertuliplily @bakarilennox @batfamily14 @ramp-it-up @blackreaders-assemble @royallyprincesslilly @funnyexel @blackterrae @slashisms @artemisthewh0re @shelbydelrey @toocriticalharlow @v-era-18 @vampsired @queenimmadolla @sinnerlillith @greengoblinswifey @apocalypse-shuffle

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sweetmermai-d · 3 years

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So I just created this wattpad account and gonna be posting imagines with Atlanta Hawks Point Guard Trae Young :) if u like reading it please check it out and let met know what u think! i accept imagines requests :)

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fyeahlonzoball · 6 years

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ok.. So I’m loving this book on Wattpad it’s called baby daddy! It’s a Lamelo Ball fanfic. Even tho I hate him at the moment you guys should check it out! Also check out intimacy| ball brothers imagines

Y’all ^

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Hiiii do you/ could your write a lamelo ball smut???

Creepin’

Lamelo x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNING:cheating, no protection(wrap it up), public s*x, real short(srryyy).

SUMMARY: the reader and her ex get into some thaaangs in a janitors closet(cheesy, yes, but who cares lol)

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“Keep fuckin me! Keep fuckin me like that!” I moan, holding onto the shelf in front of me for dear life. I could not believe I let this nigga fuck me again, and fuck me in a janitors closet at that. If my boyfriend knew I was in here with not only my ex, but someone on the team he was up against this week, he’d lose his shit.

But did that stop me from getting my shit beat out the frame in the gyms janitors closet as soon as he looked my way? Sadly, no.

Worse part about it was I didn’t even feel bad about it.

"What that nigga gon' do if he hear us in here?" He asked, leaning closer to my ear as I bit my bottom lip just thinking about the trouble I was in. "he gon' kill me" I choked out with a shaking voice, gasping as I felt Melo’s hips slam against my ass. His dick easily hit all the right spots, not missing one beat as my juices overflowed with him dipping in and out of me, coating my lips, thighs and entrance in the slick wetness.

"you gonna be quiet for me?" He whispers in my ear, telling me more than asking. I just nod, wishing I didn’t pick such an unsteady object to hold onto.

Reaching one of his hands in front of me, he began rubbing his slim fingers on my hard clit, his cold rings making contact with my skin. The feeling sent a spark shooting up my spine, my legs damn near buckling.

“Oh shit-“

I flinched every time I felt the diamonds against my skin, trying to get use to the feeling of them as my juices started to drip, tracing around the designs that were engraved into the platinum rings with my back arching so deep that only more juices trailed forward, wetting up his fingers.

"deeper?" He asked, doing just what he asked without me even replying or begging him to. Melo felt victory course through his veins, not even a championship win coming closer to the way he felt when he was inside his girl. Or somebody else’s girl.

“This still my pussy?”

“Yes! It’s all yours, baby”

“That nigga ain’t fuckin you right? I can feel it”

I nod my head frantically. I tried to clench my thighs closed as I hoped and prayed that I didn’t make too big of a mess on this floor, especially one I couldn’t clean up in less than two minutes. A mess that could potentially leak under the door and reveal what I was doing in here faster than the noise. Even though it was after practice, you never knew who stayed back to work overtime.

Hearing footsteps get closer and closer to the door, all my movements and reckless moaning came to a halt. It felt like my heart was gonna burst as it bumped against my chest. I even held my breath out of fear just in case.

“Yo! Melo, you in here?!”

We heard from outside the door, Melo’s thrusts still not fathering.

“That’s yo’ man out there?” He smirks, my eyes clenching closed. It wasn’t, but I knew the sound the coaches loud ass voice anywhere.

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#black fanfic writer #black fanfiction #black!reader #masterlist #black actors #black reader #black!fem!reader #black!oc #smut masterlist #lamelo ball #lamelo ball fanfiction #lamelo ball smut #fan fiction #black writers #henneseyhoe

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hiphop-rap-and-basketball · 2 years

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wet dream | LaMelo Ball One Shot

Pairing: LaMelo Ball x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,194

Summary: Where reader and Melo are best friends and she has a wet dream about him… they get comfortable talking about their past sexual experience…

A/N: I really loved the concept of this so I’m hoping my execution provides you with satisfaction. And all I gotta say is… call the horny police lmao good night.

WARNINGS. All characters involved are 18+, minors DNI. Contains sexual content, NSFW, all that shit

Last night, you had a wet dream consisting of you and your best friend Melo… doing it.

It felt good, so good that you were definitely about to orgasm… in your dream… until it was rudely interrupted by the sound of your alarm clock. You woke up unsure of how to feel. You sure as hell knew you did not want the sex to stop.. but with Melo? The thought of it kinda gave you the ick as you had never really looked at him that way… then you thought deeper about the possibility of reliving the dream and you felt the heat rush to your-

The second alarm went off.

You were seeing Melo today and you knew you could not get that dream off your mind. The dream left you in a playful mood. So you figured, why not get him talking.

When you saw him, you looked at him completely different now thanks to that dream. You noticed more of how his lips moved when he talked, his smile, his curls, how he towered over you when you walked together... You admitted to yourself maybe you really did find him attractive but the two of you always openly talked about having relationships with other people but never going into detail about your sex lives. You just knew of each other dating and talking to other people, but that was it.

But, it had been a while since the two of you dated anyone. You had both been so busy and focused on your own careers. Maybe that’s why you had the wet dream…

Since you were feeling all types of emotions, you decided to get bold once the two of you were just chilling in his apartment after spending the day running errands together on your off day from work.

“So what’s your favorite part about sex?” You asked and Melo’s ears perked up, gazing up at you from his phone.

“Woah, where did that come from?” He asked, attempting to hide the smirk growing on his lips as he took a sip from his glass.

“Just curious,” you shrugged. “Just answer the question.”

“Well, what’s your favorite part?” He teased.

“I asked you first,” you smirked, flipping your hair behind you and crossing your legs as you spoke.

“Hmmm, I mean there’s a lot to it,” he shrugged, clicking his phone off and setting it on the table before he spoke.

You tucked your hand under your chin and leaned forward to appear interested in his next words, and you were. You eagerly waited for him to get on with his answer.

“I mean- a woman’s body just looks so good naked,” he shrugged.

You scoffed in response.

“That’s it?”

“Hey you asked, that’s my answer,” he laughed throwing his hands up. “Now what about you?” He pressed.

“Backshots,” you say simply and he starts laughing.

“That’s it?” He laughed.

“I mean-“ you stuttered, feeling the heat run to your cheeks now unsure of how to feel about his response.

“That just sounds like an answer any guy would give,” he said.

“Well, I like being slutted out,” you shrug and he cocks a brow out you instantly. “Hair pulling, when he says nasty shit in my ear… I like that shit,” you smirked while swirling around the remainder of your drink in your cup. You stared at the red liquid before taking one last sip.

“Interesting…” he trails off, adjusting his seated position on the couch before he continues.

“Well if we’re getting in the details like that… I really like when I’m giving her backshots in front of a mirror, slapping her ass and I also like pulling her hair… spitting in her mouth… choking…”

You sat there with your mouth slightly open, trying to hide the fact that you were shocked hearing your best friend speak on this topic in such a casual way. You set your empty cup down on the table.

“I mean, I could go on,” he shrugged chuckling, noticing your shocked face.

“Choking? Really?” You say clearing your throat after your voice cracked. You tried to act surprised as if the thought of getting choked by his own hands did not send shivers down your spine.

As if the thought of what happened in your wet dream had no effect on you.

“Yeah… he trails off. “And hearing her moan because of my dick, it’s really just wraps from there,” he puckered his lips and slowly picked up your glass from the table.

“Want more?” He asked.

Shittttt, you thought, mind already in other places at this point.

“Yes please,” you whispered.

You watched his tall frame as he went to the kitchen to fill up your glass. Eyes focused on pouring the liquid into the glass with his brows furrowed. He came back and sat next to you now.

“Anything you haven’t tried that you wanna try,” you asked while biting your bottom lip.

“I heard eating a girl out with ice can feel good… for her. Maybe for the guy too if he likes that typa shit,” He shrugs.

“Hmmm, I’ve never tried that either, sounds fun,” you say casually, reaching for your refilled glass, Melo grabs your hand before you can even get to it. You let out a small gasp feeling his chilled hand wrap around your wrist.

“Why so curious?” He smirked.

“Oh nothing, bestie,” you sighed, trying to act casual as your heart rate increased rapidly now.

“Aww nah nah don’t bestie me now,” he smirked. “Why you wanna know?”

“Oh-uh, I,” you stammered as his sudden confidence made your brain fuzzy now, as his hand went from your wrist to your neck, gliding his hand over your collarbone before retracting it.

“Tell me… bestie,” he mocked in your tone and you let out a small giggle, remembering he is still your best friend.

“When was the last time someone made you feel good?” He questioned.

You were at a loss for words as you looked down in shyness and your hair fell to the front of your face again.

He used his hand to sweep your hair off the front of your shoulder, leaving your neck exposed to him once more. You sat there with your head tilted, looking into his dark, lust filled eyes unable to form a single sentence.

“Hmm?” He hummed.

“I-uh,” you felt fucking stupid but your head was spinning at this point when you felt him begin planning soft kisses on your exposed neck.

“You were asking all these bold questions, you too shy now baby girl?” He whispered looking back up at you now.

“Melo I-I,”

“You what? Go on, say it,” he chuckled, bringing his thumb to your chin now to bring you face to face with his.

“I- Well uh- last night I had a dream that you and I-“ you gasped unable to hold back now as he began sucking on your neck.

“Had sex? Is that why you was asking all them questions?” He smirked and you feel yourself blush as his confidence that you were so used to seeing was making you feel all shy now.

“I-yes,” you say. Unsure why your own best friend had you stammering a fucking mess at this point.

“Hmm tell me more about that dream… what was it like?” He asked, unable to contain his smug grin at this point now.

“All I can really remember is we-we were on your bed and-“

His finger tips traced your shoulder he ran his pointer finger under the strap of your dress.

“…and?”

“It felt really good,” you trailed off.

“Tell me what did I do to make you feel good?” He asked, bringing his hand to the back of your neck now and pulling you closer to his face.

“We were both naked in your bed and you started off by eating me out slowly…” you said as he got up and pulled you hand.

“Let’s make it feel more real than, hm?” He asked and you got up, following him to the bedroom as he guided you through the door.

Next thing you knew, you were naked on the bed using your elbows to keep you propped up.

Melo gazed at your body with lustful eyes.

He slowly began kissing your stomach, all the way up to your lips. You were wondering all day on what they felt like. So soft and plump, just as you imagined. He made his way back down to your sweet spot and began licking you slowly. You moaned softly trying to contain how good it felt after not feeling this feeling in so long.

“Mmm, so what else happened in that dream of yours, hmm?” He asked while tracing his finger up against your inner thigh in between planting kisses and licking your pussy.

“Melo- I- I can’t,” you gasped. He began sucking on your clit now.

“Yes you can, pretty girl,” he murmured, eyes hooded now as he was so focused on the task.

“When we were fucking you had your hands around my neck… umm… and you were already naked and your tattoos looked so good… really good…”

He smirked in response as you fed his ego. He stopped what he was doing and began undressing. He took his time taking his clothes off, leaving his shirt for last. You were growing impatient now seeing the size of his member and he looked down at you with a smirk.

“You look so beautiful…”

He whispered before flipping you in your stomach and admiring your ass from this view at this moment.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he mumbled, unable to contain his own groans as he rubbed his tip on you teasing your folds and you whimpered in response.

“Please fuck me,” you begged, desperate to feel his dick.

He slowly entered inside of you before increasing the pace. You both gasped, feeling in a complete state of ecstasy at this new feeling you were sharing with each other.

“So nasty thinking about being slutted out by your own best friend, and you didn’t even want to tell me at first?” He muttered in between strokes. “Damn shame.”

He began increasing his pace, you screamed in pleasure. He got rough with you now, just how you said you liked it. You started regretting talking all that shit, you knew you were going to be sore in the morning, but you did not care.

“Melo- please,” you gasped.

“I’m sorry- I remember you was talking ‘bout how you like being slutted out?,” he groaned while running his hand through his curls with one hand and gripping onto your waist with the other. “Is this too much for you now baby girl?”

You moaned at his filthy words. His hands reached for your neck as gave it a light enough squeeze to send the an increased waves of pleasure down to your pussy.

“Please Melo- no it’s not. I want you,”

He flipped you over, eyes scanning your body and admiring everything about you in this moment.

“Look at me, I wanna see your face when you cum on this dick,” he groaned, putting his hand on your bouncing tits now.

“Oh my God- Melo please don’t stop,” you moaned.

His focus full on your pleasure now, he rubbed your clit as he continued to quicken his thrusts into you. You looked up at him, gripping into his arms and running your hands up his abs and admiring him in this vulnerable state you had never seen him in before. This was more than a dream now, this was real life happening.

His hands explored every curve of your body. Seeing you in this new way made his heart rate increase and eyes fall soft. He admired you in every way now.

You felt a smug smirk grow on your face and Melo quickly noticed. He wrapped his hand around you neck, giving you sloppy wet tongue kisses as you began taste the lingering taste of yourself in his mouth.

You felt your orgasm build up and the release was much needed.

“Shit,” he groaned and he pulled out and nutted on your stomach, running his fingers through his now messy curls. He brought you a towel to clean up and had the biggest smile on his face, you giggled.

You sighed and fell back on the bed, already feeling the tiredness in your body.

“You really wasn’t tryna tell me about that dream huh?” He laughed. “Waited all day and shit.”

“Well,” you threw your hands up. “I was… getting there.”

“If you wanted that all this time,” he said pulling you into a deep kiss, “you shouldn’t have been so scary.. I’ve thought about it too,” he smirked.

“Well… if that’s the case then… round two?” You asked with a smirk.

#lamelo ball one shot #nba players #lamelo ball imagine #LaMelo Ball #Melo ball #basketball #charlotte hornets #lamelo x reader #lamelo ball fanfics #lamelo ball fanfiction

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hiphop-rap-and-basketball · 2 years

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LaMelo’s Assistant | Part 3

Pairing: LaMelo Ball x Assistant!reader

Word Count: 4,834

A/N: oh freaking finally , I have more to say but I’ll talk more when I’m back online tomorrow. So sorry for the delay. I try to keep my promises I really do 😩 I did not think I’d update this late. It’s 2am and I’m sleeping in 😂😅 enjoy pls like, comment, subscribe ok good night be blessed in the morning when you read this Ahmen💀

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7a.m.

When you arrived at LaMelo’s house the next morning, you pulled up and parked as usual.

When you entered through the front door, you oddly enough found him awake already and in the kitchen. You cocked a brow, it was an odd sight to see. He was somewhat dressed though, as he had on sweatpants and a hoodie, it was a start. You watched as he ate the food he very clearly made himself. The eggs may have been a tiny bit burnt but nonetheless, he tried. He was almost done, and you watched him with curiosity.

“Hey,” you greeted him slowly as you stretched out before placing your purse down on the kitchen counter.

“Good morning, y/n,” he greeted you with a smile before swiftly walking passed you to grab orange juice out of the fridge.

“Where’s Dip?” You asked, eyeing him down as he did not look at you closely.

“In the yard,” he nodded towards his back window, then looked down at his pile of papers on the counter as he poured the juice in the glass.

“Already?” You asked while leaning up against the kitchen counter.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“Oh, okay…” you trailed off. “Did you feed him?”

“Yes,” he chuckled. “I know my boy needs to eat.”

“Just making sure…” you nodded slowly, crossing your arms.

“How was your drive here?” He asked you with a smile.

“Um- it went okay, I guess…”

“Did you eat?” He asked.

You wondered if you should cut him off, all of his kind questions were scaring you now.

“Yeah… I got Starbucks on the way- are you feeling okay?” You asked him.

“Yeah, I’m fine. why?” He chuckled.

“No reason,” you replied slowly.

“So what’s the plan for today, Y/N?” He inquired, taking a step closer to you now, you lost your train of thought as you looked up at him in awe as you finally realized he knew exactly what he was doing…. With a thin layer of a shiny coat of chapstick on his lips, he smiled at you.

“Um- did you see what I sent you?” You asked, looking down and to the side trying to avoid eye contact.

“Yeah but… a photoshoot sounds boring. So let’s do something fun.”

“Well, LaMelo we can’t really just cancel on everyone we have to-“

You trailed off, forgetting what you were going to say as he pulled his hoodie over his head and his shirt nearly came with. You watched as he readjusted it.

“Hmm?” He hummed, waiting for you to finish your sentence.

“We have to,” you cleared your throat, trying to remember where you were going with your sentence. “We have to let the photographer know at least 24 hours prior before we cancel, LaMelo. It’s important to be mindful of other people’s time,” you finished and he shrugged. “Plus, it’s your brand deal… your shoes… I would hope you want to be apart of that.”

“Okay then, come help me pick out what to wear. I couldn’t decide. I need your help, Ms. Assistant.”

You crossed your arms, “Seriously?”

“Yes,” he pleaded.

“I’ve seen you dress yourself, you’re capable… for the most part,” you chuckled.

“Yeah, but I want your opinion, please,” he pleaded, looking into your eyes now. You were nearly melting at his soft brown eyes at this point but not enough to give into any further, unholy tempting thoughts running through your head.

“Fine,” you huffed.

You followed him to his room, which was more tidy that it was yesterday.

He threw his shirt off and you plopped yourself on his comfy chair, leaning back on the pillows behind your head.

You watched him from across as he was in his closet as he picked out multiple shirts and pants, and suddenly you were sweating.

He started stripping down to his underwear, so you looked at your phone to prevent yourself from becoming visibly embarrassed.

Oh my god, you thought.

He had his first fit on.

“Thoughts?”

“Ummm, too much,” you mumbled as you looked at the different array of colors he put together.

He changed and put together another fit, more casual but still not to your liking.

“Ehhh,” you replied.

“Why ehhh?”

“It’s you but not you, if that makes sense,” you laughed.

“No it doesn’t,” he chuckled. “Elaborate.”

“Just pick something!” You exclaimed playfully and he cocked a brow at your impatience.

You got up and searched through his clothes for him, putting together and outfit and throwing it at him as he was already stripped down again.

“Ew, hurry up, seeing this much of you is not it,” you laughed.

“Yeah yeah, I might just bring all these.” He decided, piling up everything he tried on before throwing it over his shoulder.

“That’s fine,” you replied while pulling his arm, “Just throw it in your bag so we can get going.”

•••

9:00am

When you arrived to the photography studio, the stylists helped LaMelo more with his looks now, you sat back and watched, chatting with the staff from the Puma team. You watched as they got him ready for his shoot. You felt like you could breathe for a moment as the work was in everyone else’s hands at this point.

“You’re Melo’s assistant?”

You turned around and you were greeted by a woman with glasses on and some items in her hand.

“Yes,” you replied sheepishly.

“He’s so great to work with I’m sure you know all about that.. I’m so happy to have him represent the brand so well.”

“He’s alright,” you mumbled low enough while looking down.

“What was that?” She asked cheerfully.

“I said he really is,” you forced a smile. “Very great representation for our youth.”

“Exactly. Wow you get it. You must feel so lucky to work with him. I bet he’s taught you so much about life and all of his experiences.”

“Yes, very wise for his age,” you replied dramatically, milking it at this point with pure sarcasm in your words but you were curious as to what else she had to say.

“Well we just wanted to give you this as a thank you on behalf of the Puma team. Keep up the hard work, you’re doing great with him.”

You looked down at the envelope she held out in front of you as well as a cute oversized shiny pink gift bag. You suddenly felt a tinge of guilt.

“Wow, um… thanks so much. You didn’t have to... I appreciate this a lot.”

“It’s our pleasure, truly!” She nodded, pulling you into a small hug before walking away.

You held the gift up to study it for a moment. You couldn’t see what was inside but you decided to wait on it.

You looked over at LaMelo now who lost the smile on his face in front of the cameras. He nodded his head in a ‘come here’ motion and you walked over.

“What’s up?” You asked him.

LaMelo had been antsy and continuously called you over for any minor inconvenience now. You were fine with it at first but wondered why he was being this way since you got here.

“I’m thirsty,” he said to you in a hushed tone.

“You asked for water 10 minutes ago?” you question confused as you felt like he should have been just fine. You looked down at the water bottle he had on the floor as it was completely empty now.

“Yeah but I’m thirsty again… please?”

“What do you want?”

“Surprise me,” he shrugged with a smile before posing for a photo again.

You walked over to their assortment of snacks and refreshments. You picked something out before getting stopped again.

“Y/N!” The man tapped you on the shoulder and you turned around.

“Adam Petrick, Global Director of Brand and Marketing,” he stated while sticking his hand out.

“Wow, it’s an honor,” you smiled.

“The things Mr. Ball has done for the Puma brand are truly indescribable. I just want to say thank you, but I’m sure you’ve heard it only a dozen times today already,” he laughed and you join him.

“Ahh, it’s nothing. He’s the face I mean, he’s really the star here,” you smiled.

“Give yourself some credit too,” he nudged. “Talk to you soon.”

He walked away swiftly.

You made your way over to LaMelo again who already had on a different outfit this time.

“Here you go,” you say, handing him his juice.

“I’m tired,” he sighed and you scratched the side of your head, unsure how to respond.

“Well, you’ve been lucky with two days off in a row, don’t get lazy now, you have a game tomorrow,” you reminded him.

“YoU hAvE a gA-“ he began mocking your tone and caught himself real quick when you shot him a dirty look. He cleared his throat. “I know… but it doesn’t feel like two days off. I want to do something fun. Can you write that in your little schedule next week? I want to do fun things.. on the regular.”

You sighed, thinking for a moment.

“Fun like what?”

“I don’t know… the beach maybe?”

You took a step back, cocking a brow at him.

“You don’t strike me as someone who would like the beach,” you laughed. “You’d want to leave as soon as sand gets in your eyes.”

“I don’t know- shit something y/n pleaseee,” he begged and you pondered the details on this supposed desired beach trip.

“I mean- I could check with Miles’s and Terry’s assistant to see what their plans are for the week.”

He looked around before responding in a hushed tone.

“Nah nah- let’s go, just you and me.”

You felt yourself grow flustered at his words.

“LaMelo… that wouldn’t be right, you know we can’t do that…”

“Do what?? Go by the water? Sit in the sand? Come on y/n you just got your toes done the other day, don’t you wanna show ‘em off?”

You chuckled, “how’d you know that?”

“I saw you had a pedicure on your calendar,” he mumbled. “You really write everything down, don’t you?”

You felt the heat quickly run to your cheeks.

“Maybe,” you answered, looking down at your feet.

“Come on, let’s do it,” he nudged.

“When?” You asked.

“Right now,” he replied.

“Right now?!” You repeated.

“Yes,” he replied.

“But Melo we’re in the middle of-“

“Yeah,” LaMelo raised his voice now, speaking to the others in the room. “My stomach is fucked up so can we continue all this at another time?”

They all exchanged glances, looking at LaMelo confused then began nodding slowly, shrugging.

“And my assistant’s grandmother’s, cat’s pet goldfish aunt just died so… we gotta go.”

He started walking out of the room without saying another word, you looked around waving slowly at them before you followed LaMelo. You looked up at him as he casually walked out, grabbing his keys from out of his pocket.

“Now you did not have to throw that last lie in there,” you giggled.

“They be aiight,” he shrugged before hopping in his front seat. You didn’t say much but rather studied him, wondering what could possibly be going on in his head. As he headed out onto the road, you looked at him a couple times waiting for him to say something.

“So which beach we going to?”

“Probably just going to drive to the coast and see what happens,” he shrugged.

“How did you think the shoot went? Before you decided to leave,” You asked him.

“Oh it was terrific,” he responded sarcastically and you rolled your eyes.

“You know they’re probably just going to ask you to reschedule right?”

“Yeah, yeah, that sounds like a later problem. They probably got enough out of me anyway. What’s in the bag?” He asked nodding towards the gift bag you were now holding in between your legs. You looked down into it wondering if you should open it now.

“Not sure, should I look?”

“Yes,” he replied.

You looked down and as you opened it, you pulled out the box of his unreleased shoes in your size.

“Wow. Your unreleased. Shoes. Wow.” You replied in the most monotone voice possible. He smacked his lips.

“Okay??? So open it all the way,” he pressed, shaking the bag obnoxiously for a brief moment and you shooed his hand away.

You did as you were told and looked at the shoes.

You looked at the card as well, and it had his hand writing that said “for my biggest fan.”

You looked at him with squinted eyes.

“Ha-Ha,” you said sarcastically, shaking the card. “Where’s my money?”

“Are you serious?” He asked with an uneasy tone.

“Yes,” you responded but you couldn’t hold back from grinning either.

“I thought you’d find it funny,” he stated, slight disappointment in his tone.

“I do,” you admitted. “I appreciate this… token of appreciation. I’ll take it as a baby step.”

“As you should, don’t be rude,” he laughed.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. Thank you Mr. Ball. This is very… kind of you,” you smirked, pushing your limits now by slowly placing your hand on his forearm. “You’re so great at what you do.”

“Alright, don’t do all that now,” he chuckled, adjusting himself in his seat.

You smirked, knowing you might have gotten him the slightest bit of hot and bothered by your comment fueled the devil inside of you. You sat back in your seat, feeling satisfied.

As he drove, he continuously looked at you, throwing you a devious grin.

“What?” You finally asked after he looked at you for the tenth time.

“You know you called me Melo earlier, right?”

“Don’t get used to it,” you snapped.

“Sorry, sorry,” he threw his hands up laughing. You quickly grabbed his hand and put it back on the steering wheel.

“Relax, y/n, I do this shit with no hands,” he replied.

“Okay anyway, Waka Flaka, are we going in these clothes to the beach or?”

“Awww shit- guess I didn’t think that through- I guess we can go shopping real quick.”

You glared at him before turning your head to look out the window again.

•••

12:30pm

“Hurry up, y/n,” you heard LaMelo say from behind you, you were stuck on the selection of swim suits.

“You’re rushing me, for what? You’re the one who decided you wanted to go to the beach in the middle of the day, it’s going to be another 2 hour drive.”

“So? I’m driving, it’s okay,” he laughed.

“Well, I can’t decide-“

“You’d look good in any of them,” he said and you blushed, refusing to make eye contact with him before picking out a super overly floral swim suit that looked like a grandma would wear it.

“Even this?” You asked him jokingly.

He made a face then quickly realized he did before turning it into a forced smile.

“Yes,” he lied. “Even that.”

“Okay then I’ll buy it,” you said and he quickly yanked it out of your hand.

“Nah, nah, don’t do that,” he laughed and you glared at him.

“But you said I’d look good in any of them,” you smirked, messing with him now.

“God damn, y/n just pick something… anything but that.” he laughed, scanning the selection. “This?”

He pulled out a red bikini and you snatched it out his hand.

“Hey- just because I helped you picked something out today doesn’t make it your turn to say what you think I’d look good in-“

“I’ll pay for it,” he cut you off.

“Deal-“ you replied, throwing the hanger back onto his chest.

•••

After you were stocked up for the rest of the road trip, you were kicked back in LaMelo’s front seat, scrolling through your phone when a new text message popped up on your screen.

Cody😋: hey beautiful😊

Your heart rate increased as you quickly looked up at LaMelo after reading the text. He was too focused on the road and not paying any mind to you on your phone.

You: Cody☺️ it’s been a minute. How you been?

Cody😋: good good, and you?

You: good, just working all the time.

Cody😋: Will I see you at the game tomorrow? 😊

You: yes, I have to go tomorrow, I’ve missed too many 💀

Cody😋: I’ll see you there then ☺️

You looked out into the window for a moment before attempting to type up a response. You had the image of Cody’s face engrained in your brain briefly, imagining his smile and lips when he spoke to you in person last.

“Who you texting?” LaMelo asked you, causing you to snap out of your deeps thoughts as you reminisced on the few sweet moments you had with Cody that not a single soul but the two of you knew about… not even LaMelo.

“My friend,” you lied quickly.

“What’s her name?”

“Damn you all in my business, for what?” You asked him with a smirk.

“Your business is my business, remember?”

“Yeah yeah,” you told him, waving him off before hopping on your phone again to check how close you were to the coast on the map.

“Did you know there’s a spot near the coast called bald head island?” You asked LaMelo, staring at the map.

“That’s where you were born, right?” He asked and you punched his arm.

“Fuck off,” you laughed, “are we there yet?” You asked for the hundredth time knowing you were pissing him off.

“How many times are you going to ask? Damn. You have the map right in front of you,” he laughed.

“Oh I know- I just like to get you all riled up, seeing you all worked up and shit,” you smirked.

“Damn, I shouldn’t have even said we should do this today,” he sighed before sitting back in the driver seat, looking antsy and uncomfortable. “I’m having regrets.”

“That’s how you feel? Then why did you?”

“I just wanted to have fun, do something different,” he shrugged. “And I had to think of something to get us the fuck outta there.”

“Well, I didn’t think you thought I was capable of having fun,” you huffed.

“Yeah, that’s why I said you needed to come with… you need to get out. Breathe a little. You work too much. So think of it as my treat to you. Like team-bonding? Right? Didn’t you say that?”

He was smirking at you now. You cocked a brow at him, too tired to argue about how playfully condescending he was sounding towards you right now.

“You’ll need to apologize to them for that- at least the walking out abruptly part,” you told him but he shrugged it off.

“Yeah yeah, I know,” he huffed while running his free hand through his hair. “But what if I was going to throw up? And I was just trying to leave before anyone saw? That’s kind of embarrassing, you know? I would hate to throw up in front of everyone.”

You looked at him for a moment, amused at him trying to convince himself of his lie.

“…After you threw that lie in there you weren’t safe anymore,” you chuckled.

“Damn,” he groaned. “Good point.. oh well.”

You drove in silence for a bit while you looked around the town you were driving through now.

“Sooo, you’ll buy me a nice little drink when we get there, right?” You grinned.

“Yes,” he replied.

“And dinner? I want one of those fancy plates with good food that make me feel like I’m on vacation somewhere tropical.”

“Whatever you want,” he replied, rolling his eyes.

•••

2:30pm

When you arrived you realized how unprepared you were, as you were missing nearly half the things you would need for a beach trip. You decided to say fuck it and roll with it. After changing in the bathroom, you walked out to meet with LaMelo, and he stared your body down immediately.

“Shit, take a picture It’ll last longer,” You mumbled to him teasingly as his eyes traced the curves of your body, quickly forcing his eyes to meet yours.

“Nah, I’m just plotting on how I’m going to get you into the water,” he replied with a shrug.

“I’m not going in there- the ocean is one big cemetery if you think about it,” you replied.

“Jeez, Y/N, there you go killing the fun again,” he replied.

“I’m telling the truth! Do you know how many dead bod-“

“Shhh-“ he hushed you, bringing his hand to your mouth. “Let’s try to enjoy things.”

“You need some sun,” you told him, touching his pale arm.

“I know, don’t remind me,” he huffed.

You settled on a spot and lied your belongings down on the ground. You laid out on your towel, getting ready to enjoy your time. You sat together in silence for a moment as you listened to the waves crashing and the chatter of people who walked passed you.

“You happy now?” You asked him.

“Delighted,” he replied, barely cracking a smile.

“Damn delighted and bored looks the same on you then, I guess,” you chuckled, putting your shades on your eyes for a moment.

“Are you?” He asked and you sighed deeply.

“Ahhh, always am when I’m with you LaMelo,” you forced a smile and he smirked.

“You look good,” he mumbled.

“I know,” you smirked without looking at him and he smacked his lips.

“I take it back then,” he replied.

“That’s fine,” you shrugged. “I know you still mean it.”

He glared at you but your eyes were closed as you were enjoying the sun too much to pay any mind to him staring down your body again.

You were worried that it was going to be awkward doing this but it wasn’t. You guys were laughing and having a decently fun time. Almost like you could get along just fine. You sat by the water on your towels and did exactly what he said you should do. Relax, feel the sand in between your toes, and the sun on your face.

You looked over at him laid back scrolling through his phone, sunglasses on and his hand trying to shade from the sun.

“What are you over there thinking about?” You asked him.

“About how I’m halfway across the state today and how I’ll be flying to another state tomorrow,” he sighed, clicking his phone off and tossing it on the towel.

“Well, don’t. For once I’m telling you not to think about anything work or basketball-related. Just enjoy the moment while we’re here,” you say, keeping your eyes closed.

You felt the shade come on now, and when you opened your eyes, LaMelo was towering over you, covering the sun.

“Easy white chocolate…” he began but he couldn’t contain his laughter to finish yet another line from White Chicks.

You laughed with him before sitting up. He stuck his hand out, “Come on.”

He used his strength to get you up on your feet. As you regained your balance, an idea popped into your head.

“Take a picture of me,” you say while handing LaMelo your phone.

He took a couple of photos of you before handing it back. You looked at them and weren’t pleased with the result. You gave your phone back to him.

“Come on, hype me up,” you laughed as he took a bunch again.

“What you want me to say?” He chuckled, looking at the ones he took for a moment before taking more.

“Make me laugh I need a natural smile,” you encouraged him.

“Okay… you look raggedy.”

You frowned at him immediately before cracking a smile, he was laughing, but you weren’t.

“Laugh!!” He yelled with a smile while still trying to take more.

You pushed his arm before you snatched your phone out of his hands as you scrolled through them. You liked them for the most part.

“Which one do you think should I post on Instagram,” you asked him.

“None of them?” He replied.

“Why’s that?”

“Showing too much, you got a reputation to keep up with,” he smiled proudly like he just proved a valid point, but you laughed in his face.

“You didn’t say that to all your little girlfriends who posted their bodies though, did you? Hmm?” You asked him. “What about their reputations? What stopped you then?”

He took a step back, scoffing at you in disbelief.

“You right,” he nodded while biting his bottom lip, looking pressed as he shrugged. “Do what you want.”

You grinned proudly before pushing his arm again, hoping to get a smile out of him. He just rolled his eyes instead. You tossed your phone on your bag before skipping over to the water.

You walked closer now to the beautiful blue sea, staring at the waves crashing on the shore.

“How you feeling?” He asked, standing beside you now, nudging you in the arm.

“Good… happy,” you replied.

“Good,” he said while smiling down at you.

“Are you okay? It’s weird- you’ve been somewhat nice to me all day. I think I might like it better when you’re mean to me,” you laughed.

It makes it easier to forget about my feelings for you, you thought.

“You said we would need to work on it when we talked about it yesterday, I’m trying!” He laughed. “But your smart ass comments just be making it harder.”

“It’s in my nature,” you shrugged. “You need to be humbled sometimes.”

“I am humble…” he said in defense. You quickly pursed your lips at him.

“Hmm,” you hummed but it was drowned out by the sound of the sea.

“What if I asked you to be nicer to me? Is that too much to ask from you?”

The tone of his voice made his request sound genuine. You felt your heart beat a little faster. You looked away from him instead, deciding not to say much.

“What?” He questioned, bringing his hand to your bare shoulder and giving it a light squeeze.

“Nothing,” you mumbled.

“Tell me,” he pressed on but you flipped your hand at him.

“Noo, stop,” you said quickly. “Don’t start again.”

“Start what again? Say what you gotta sayyy,” he said, getting closer to you now. You took a step back in response, feeling yourself getting way too enticed by his persuasive tone.

“MmMm,” you hummed while shaking your head.

“Y/N.”

“No.”

“Y/N please,” he begged.

“No.”

“Then you leave me with no choice,” he replied and you looked at him confused.

“What are you-“

And before you could finish your sentence he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder as he began running towards the water.

“LaMelo no pleaseeeee,” you cried, but it was too late, you were in too deep. You were fully submerged in the salt water now and so was he.

He threw the two of you in the water before you both came up.

“Now what if I couldn’t swim?” You yelled, body moving with the waves.

“Stop that, I gotchu, Y/N, you gotta trust me,” he replied, wiping the salt water out of his own eyes now.

“You just threw me in the water after I said I didn’t want to swim, so of course I have trust issues-“

“Shhh shh shhh-“ he said putting his hand over your mouth while pulling your body up against his.

You couldn’t talk, as your mouth was completely covered by his large hand and all you could do was cock a brow at him.

“… I think I heard a shark,” he laughed.

You rolled your eyes before licking his palm and he quickly took his hand off your mouth before releasing you out of his grasp.

“Ew,” he laughed.

“You’re an idiot,” you replied, small grin growing on your face.

“Hey look- we’re in the water. How’d that happen?” He asked with a smirk.

“I hate you,” you told him. You looked at the scenery around you and your eyes quickly softened in awe. It was beautiful and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the fact that you were right here, right now, enjoying it with LaMelo, instead of anyone else.

“You okay?” He asked you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, this is just so beautiful. I love it here… I’ve never been.”

“Me neither… He replied, falling back into the water. You both floated now with only your heads above the surface, enjoying the warmth of the sea water surrounding your bodies.

“There’s no one else I could really picture myself being here with.. than you right now,” he murmured, refusing to make eye contact with you for a brief moment.

You looked up at him as he was distracted by the people in the water enjoying themselves in the distance and all the umbrellas on the beach from this point of view. You bit your lip, contemplating your next words carefully.

“…Melo.”

______

Name play is fun.

Side note I just wanted to say because Melo said the “easy white chocolate” line from white chicks doesn’t mean I’m referring to reader as being white, reader is still any race ❤️❤️❤️ Just thought it’d be funny to throw that line in😂❤️

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LaMelo’s Assistant | Part 2

(Hey look - it’s the gif I made 🥺)

Pairing: LaMelo Ball x Assistant!reader

Word Count: 2,777

Summary: just read 😏 I know you read part one and if you didn’t , you better go do it

A/N: obsessed with this part. Absolutely obsessed and proud. Enjoy ☺️

“I’m not scared,” LaMelo snapped back. “And I really don’t need you,” he replied coldly, trying to convince you but his tone sounded as though he was trying to convince himself.

“Okay, that’s fine. Go ‘head and let JJ know that’s your final decision then,” you smirked, looking out the window knowing you already won this conversation now by bringing up JJ, who loved and appreciated you as he knew you were great at keeping LaMelo productive outside of the court.

“JJ a bitch,” he muttered.

“Hey!”

“You can tell him I said that too.”

You scuffed at him in response.

“Watch how you talk about people around you… Is that how you talk about me?”

“No, not at all,” he muttered, making a wide turn before accelerating down the road.

“Nothing but good things to say about you, shorty.”

“Don’t call me that,” you told him, fighting back a smile. As his tone sounded more sarcastic rather than sincere. “And don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not,” he smiled. “Where are we even going anyway?”

“The most expensive restaurant you know… what’s that one you were talking about in the interview?” You inquired.

“Chima?”

“Yeah!” You exclaimed.

“Is it pricey?”

“I think so,” you stated.

“Then let’s go there.”

“Whatchu tryna run up my check for? Gold digging ass,” he chuckled.

“Oh I’m sorry Mr. “I’ll make more money than he ever will.” Didn’t think Chima would hurt your pockets.”

“It’d hurt my pockets if I’m paying for you.”

You glared at him.

“Ma’fucka, you sign my checks!” You said with a laugh.

“Hey, watch how you talk to your boss, little girl,” he said with a smirk, clenching his jaw. You watched the way he adjusted his hands as he gripped the steering wheel.

“Don’t call me that either,” you laughed.

You smiled proudly, crossing your legs in your seat while looking out of the car window. You were stoked to finally be getting your way in this situation. There were so many moments where you felt defeated by him. This finally was not one of them.

It was true that you had never spent personal time with LaMelo beyond it being work related things. You rarely had the desire to, as one full work day with him was plenty of time a single human being could handle.

“What you want me to call you then?” He finally asked, eyes fixated on the road ahead of him.

“I have a name,” you giggled. “Did you forget you might have said it maybe about 10 minutes ago? Hmm, I mean, I know it’s been six months that we’ve known each other, but that little brain of yours makes it hard to remember things,” you sneered.

“Foul,” he mumbled.

“ I might’ve said my name already today but did you need me to repeat it for you, since you forgot?” You asked him, speaking to him like a child in a taunting way. You knew what you were doing but it was thrilling to see him getting all worked up about it.

“I’m-“ he scuffed, before finishing his sentence. Being mindful of the words that were about to come out of his mouth before he got too mean. “You’re fired, forreal,”he finally replied but rather than being mad at you, he chuckled instead.

He was more impressed by the fact that you were insulting him so confidently and he had no other words to defend himself. You smirked. He was defeated and you were thriving off of it.

“Okay y/n,” he emphasized your name in a mocking tone. “Then stop calling me LaMelo all the damn time… you can just call me Melo, you know,” he chuckled.

“Okay… LaMelo.”

•••

When arrived at the restaurant, you were seated swiftly. It was just as boujee as you imagined. Melo sat across form you. You studied the menu for a moment, trying to decide on what you wanted.

“I’ll have the steak, smothered in onions…”you jokingly began quoting the famous lines from White Chicks out loud causing LaMelo to smirk in response.

“A rack of ribs…” he mumbled so quietly and the two of you grinned at each other quickly, then remained in silence again. Scanning the menu to make your decision.

“How do you feel like the interviews went?” you inquired and he shrugged.

“Fine, I guess,” he muttered.

“I feel like you hate interview days, should I start scheduling less?” You asked him.

“Who said you were still in charge of that? You’re fired, remember?” He smirked.

“Oh, excuse me,” you said while throwing your hand up. “Force of habit.”

“How may I serve you two today?” the waiter asked.

“What’s one of your most expensive meats on the menu?” You asked the waiter and he chuckled before answering.

“Well, the Wagyu Picanha is actually-“

“Say no more, that sounds exactly like what I’d want, thank you,” you nodded, closing your menu before handing it to him.

You ordered your side and drink, all while smirking at LaMelo as he rolled his eyes at you.

“I’ll just have what she’s having,” he replied and you glared at him. “She’s paying,” he grinned.

He finished up taking your orders and the two of you sat face to face now with an empty table in front of you, wondering what to even say to each other.

“Sooo… do you want to talk about it?” You asked him.

“About what?” He said while leaning back in his chair now. He hit your knees with his knees and you made a face at him. You looked under the table as he adjusted his legs outside of yours now.

“My bad, damn,” he chuckled. “They didn’t make this shit for tall people, clearly.”

“I’m not mad?” you laughed. “You not that tall don’t gas yourself.”

“I think you mad now ‘cause you short,” he replied, crossing his hands on the table proudly as if he just came up with the greatest insult ever.

“Anyway-“ you chuckled while rolling your eyes.

“What?” He asked. “Talk about what?”

“Ugh, forget it,” you replied, bringing your hands to your face.

“Okay good, then there’s nothing to talk about,” he smiled and you brought your hand up to tap his wrist a couple of time.

“You know what I’m referring too, LaMelo,” you replied, frustrated now.

“Then talk to me,” he pressed on, looking into your eyes. His intense gaze caused you to look off into the distance of the restaurant before looking at him again.

“What are we going to do?” You asked him.

“About what?” He repeated and you rolled your eyes.

“Nevermind,” you sighed. “I see this is too much for your brain to comprehend right now- again.”

“Just say it, god damn,” he laughed.

“Do you want me to keep working for you or what?” You snapped.

“I guess-,” he answered quickly. “I mean- yes.”

You glared at him.

“I don’t know- look- I’m sorry I got all in my feelings and shit-“ he began.

“Yeah- you wanna explain why?” You asked.

“No.”

“Maybe elaborate on it a little m-

“No, he repeated.

“Then we’re not going to get anywhere, LaMelo.”

The waiter brought your drinks after sensing the tension, he didn’t say much but, “Food will be out shortly.”

He sat in silence, stirring his lemonade with his straw before he let out a deep sigh.

“I guess you’re… helpful to me,” he trailed off, quietly.

A smirk slowly grew on your lips. “Yeah?”

“And I’m grateful that you… do things for me,” he sighed while clenching his jaw as if you were whooping his ass just to get an answer out of him.

“Oh yeah? What else?” You crossed your arms now, sitting back in your chair.

“Don’t push it,” he snapped.

You stayed quiet for a moment, holding back laughs. It was almost like he was in pain just saying nice things to you.

“Just admit it, I’m the goat,” you laughed and your own corniness and he rolled his eyes.

“I don’t know about all that I mean- MJ a Goat, Ion know if you close to that.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you laughed.

The waiter brought your food out and the two of you started digging in. You slowly looked over to some commotion to the right of you, as there were more and more people coming into the restaurant now for the dinner rush.

There were some kids sitting at a table with their phone pulled out. Not slick at all, you could tell they were trying to take a picture of LaMelo.

“Hey, uh- I think you have some fans sitting over there,” you chuckled.

“Where?”

“Table across,” you nodded, bringing your hand to your mouth as you spoke.

“Should I look?”

“Up to you but they have their phones out trying to take pictures.”

“Oh great, they’re going to see me out here eating with you and think you’re my girlfriend too,” he huffed, pretending to be pressed about it but he was grinning anyway.

“Ugh, Oh wow…” you sighed dramatically. “that’s tough, God forbid.”

He chuckled, eating his food and not really caring about them. You noticed they lost interest as their parents hushed them.

“Don’t be rude,” you heard the mother say from the distance.

You ate while looking up at LaMelo. He pulled out his phone, texting away before putting his phone back into his pocket.

“You okay?” You asked him.

“Yeah, why?”

“I don’t know, didn’t know if you were uncomfortable or anything.” You shrugged.

“I’m good- for now.”

“You sure?”

“Yes,” he chuckled. “It’s okay, Y/N. Happens a lot, you’ve seen it before.”

“I know but- you’re just sitting here minding your business. You have a right to privacy.”

He shrugged, “it is what it is.”

•••

After a silent and quick ride home, the two of you hopped out of his car. It was dusk now, the sunset was almost not visible. You grabbed your keys out of your purse to get ready to leave. The air was chilled now, and you lacked the layers to stay warm out here for much longer.

“I think this was nice for the two of us do something unrelated to work. It’s like, team-bonding. Plus, you kinda owe me,” you shrugged, rubbing your hands on you legs.

“Owe you what?”

“Your kindness, your generosity…. I mean I typed up a list of some things I need to talk to you about if you want to hear it," you replied.

“Yeah? Lemme see it then,” he laughed.

“You sure?” You smiled while unlocking your phone and pulling out your list in your notes app.

“My therapist suggested to me that if I want to be able to feel less stressed and be able to tolerate working with you for the time being that I should write out the good things I like about working for you and write out the bad so I can work on them with you.”

“You talk to your therapist about me?” He chuckled, opening his front door for you to come in as he noticed you were shivering now.

“That’s not the point,” you snapped. You cleared your throat before continuing. “But you stress me out so, yes I do. And for other reasons.”

You shut the door behind you, smiling at Dip who was excited to see the two of you now.

“Okay then, let’s hear the bad,” he replied while he sat on the floor greeted Dip, scratching him at the ears and petting him up.

“You’re mean to me majority of the time, you don’t care about half the things I plan for you. I hardly hear a thank you from you half the time…. And now I’m going to go ahead and add how you have no consideration for my personal life, and want me to only focus on you which my therapist would say is extremely toxic, might I add-“

He smacked his lips at you, processing his thoughts on your words for a moment.

“So what are the good things?”

“Um, that list is short.. So we have things to work on.”

“Let me see it,” he pressed, standing up now.

“No, LaMelo,” you stated quickly, attempting to put your phone away, but he snatched it out of your hand. You gasped in response.

“LaMelo!” You were fuming at this point, thinking about all of the things you put on that list and how you were scared of him ever seeing. You regretted even mentioning the list now, mentally slapping yourself.

“Please, I just wanna see,” he grinned at you, attempting to bat his lashes innocently.

“LaMelo! No! Give it back please, said no!” You yelled, jumping up to reach for your phone as he held it up high and away from you, you gave up hope. There was no way you were getting it.

“Hmmm let’s take a look,” he smirked as he scanned your phone screen and to his surprise the list was not in fact short. It was very long.

You felt so embarrassed and you were ready to crawl in a hole and hide and never be seen again now that he was about to see your internal monologue of your thoughts about him in word form.

“The things I like about working for LaMelo,” he begin reading out loud. You crossed your arms, rolling your eyes.

“‘Today, LaMelo made me tell him all the nice things I think about him. Even though they were mostly true and I believed them, I told him I was lying. I actually liked telling him nice things because it made me feel like my compliments actually meant something to him.’”

He pauses for a moment, side eyeing you and smirking before continuing. You had your hand over your face now, rubbing your temples in complete distress.

“‘Every time LaMelo smiles at me it reminds me of the days before I was his assistant and obsessed over his looks almost everyday, I used to think he was so fine.’“

He was laughing uncontrollably now, nearly running out of breath as the heat ran to his cheeks as well.

“That’s enough, LaMelo-“

“You think I’m sooo fine, y/n?” He teased and you wished you could push him off of a cliff right now.

“Shut up,” you frowned, refusing to make eye contact with him.

“Shittt, that’s cute,” he cried, as he literally wiped a tear falling out of his eye from laughing so hard.

“Well, that’s why I said used to think-“

“Oh yeah? Then why does this next one say ‘LaMelo’s lips when he just puts chapstick on distracts me in the best way’-“

“That’s enough,” you sighed, finally able to rip your phone out of his hands. “Loooook, I’m not the same person today as I was when I wrote those.”

“Ahhhhh, y/n,” he gasped for air after all of those laughs, unable to contain his small chuckles still. He decided to pull you into a hug. With his height, he wrapped his arms around your head and smothered you into his hoodie, it took a moment for you to finally wrap your own arms around him.

“You were going to tell your therapist all this??” He laughed into the hug and you patted him on the back, then attempted to push him away from you now. You didn’t respond but rather gave him a dirty look instead.

“What?” He questioned as your demeanor with still stand off-ish.

“What do you mean what? I told you not to look and you did and now I’m embarrassed,” you replied trying to sound angry but you couldn’t help but laugh nervously as he smiled down at you.

“You really didn’t want me to see none of that?”

“No!” You snapped.

“ I think you did,” he teased, tossing your hair over your shoulder as you shook your head.

“Shut up, forreal,” you muttered, feeling the heat running to your cheeks.

“Admit it to yourself that you did,” he chuckled, grabbing your chin playfully and quickly pushed his hand away.

“Ew, just stop,” you laughed. “I didn’t! That’s embarrassing. I’m not suppose to like you like that, I work for you.”

“Says who?” He laughed, crossing his arms.

“The contract?” You lied and he laughed again, shaking his head.

“It’s okay if you do- I mean it’s whether or not we-you act upon it that might change things,” he replied, turning away from you he as spoke.

“Then I won’t- we won’t. I wasn’t planning on it, anyway,” you say quickly, putting your hand up and looking away, refusing to meet eyes with each other.

“Okay,” he shrugged.

“Okay,” your responded.

Part 3

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One Team, Two Players | LaMelo Ball + Jayson Tatum One Shot

Word Count: 2,570

Pairing: LaMelo Ball x Jayson Tatum x Reader

Summary: this imagine is set to take place the night of the 2022 NBA All Star Game. I’d imagine reader as kind of welll-known within their little group of players- maybe an IG model or something.

Warnings: All Characters involved are 18+ Minors DNI. Alcohol use, unprotected sex, NSFW Type beat, okay. Please don’t ever have sex unprotected with mfs who you don’t know of their body count LMAO especially NBA Players 💀💀💀

A/N: look man… all I’m saying is. I don’t even watch Euphoria but let me break down how my brain came up with this… the hot tub scene of everyone talking that was going around tiktok a couple weeks ago and seeing Melo and Jayson play on the same team at the All Star game = this one shot. Okay. That’s all I gotta say. Don’t ask me how my brain works but here we are. Plus I know there was a request for an All star game imagine so this is kinda close to that😏 also sorry if dialogue is iffy, there is a fine line between good dialogue and it getting cringe real fast lmao.

Another side note lmaooo when I write NSFW stuff I’m always like who tf am I ??? And what tf is this??? Like my mind did this this shit??💀 anyway enjoy ily 💖

After the 2022 NBA All-Star Game, some guys from Team Durant decided to get together and rent out a huge AirBnB mansion in Cleveland for the sake of the messy celebratory activities that would go down after the game. You had only come because you were friends with Devin Booker and some of your other girl friends were here as well. Although Team Durant lost, it still was a cause for celebration for it being Melo’s first All Star Game.

Most of the guests were inside socializing while you made your way out to the hot tub. Some were inside the house while others were chilling by the pool. The night had all around good vibes, but you needed a moment for yourself to recharge your social battery.

You sat in your seat, feeling the jets hit your back as you closed your eyes for a moment enjoying the warmth of the water as the air above you was cooling down now.

Your peaceful moment was quickly interrupted by splashing and your eyes shot open as Melo and Jayson hopped into the hot tub with you now, disrupting your peace.

“Ahhh what’s good, y/n,” Jayson nudged you before sitting down beside you. He was close enough for you to smell the alcohol on his breath.

You watched Melo as he did the same, sitting on the opposite side of you, making himself comfortable but keeping the bottle of Ciroc in his hand above the bubbling hot water.

“Shots all around,” Dejounte cheered, handing all of you guys mini red solo cups and leaning over the hot tub pouring up your shots.

“Woah woah, wait, should we?” Jayson asked Melo, clearly already tipsy.

“Fuck it,” Melo shrugged, settling aside the bottle he already had in hand.

You all took the shot at the same time and you made a face. Jayson called you out on it, nudging you to take another without making a face.

“Damn, give me a second,” you laughed.

Melo grabbed his bottle and poured you your shot in the same mini cup, slightly over filling it as some of it poured into the hot tub water.

“Aw shit,” he laughed. “My bad.”

You take the shot, feeling the warmth grow in your chest. They both studied your face awaiting your reaction. You sat back in your chair not giving them the satisfaction of them wanting to see you make a face.

“Awww shit, okay y/n,” Jayson chanted.

You shrugged, smiling at the pair. After how well they did after tonight’s game and seeing this all play out as how they chose to unwind after a national broadcasted game made you chuckle.

“What’s so funny, y/n?” Melo asked.

“Y’all are,” you replied while rolling your eyes.

Jayson wasn’t having your little attitude now, so he decided to tease you a bit.

“So you fucking with Devin now?” Jayson asked and you looked away, rolling your eyes.

“Shut up,” you sneered, looking the other way to peer around as you spotted Devin talking to Kendall in the distance of the yard.

They were happy and you knew they were. Having been together for over a year now. You tried your chance at Devin before he got with Kendall but it failed. You guys still remained close although it took awhile for you to get over your feelings for him.

“You’re fine as hell, y/n, if he won’t go for you I will,” Jayson shrugged, taking a sip out of his glass.

“Wow thanks, that means so much,” you reply sarcastically. Your eyes glanced over at Melo who was just sitting back processing the conversation. “He’s just my friend, I wouldn’t do Kendall like that.”

“Mmm, I’ve always thought you were so fine,” Jayson murmured, looking into your eyes now with full confidence. You weren’t buying into his act, although you know he’s insanely attractive and he was definitely loved by many, you knew he was kind of a whore.

But, if you got the chance to fuck him, you wouldn’t say no… so two could play at that game.

“You’re drunk, Jayson,” you mumbled, playfully pushing his face the other way.

“I’m good,” he chuckled, smiling sweetly at you. “I’m just being honest… you have options… Plenty of dick to go around.”

You glared at him then looked at Melo who was biting his lip and still remained silent, but refused to jump in and even attempt at defending you. You were ready to test the waters and walk away to attempt at exiting the conversation.

You got up out of your seat in the hot tub but felt one of them grab your hand.

“Y/N, stay,” Melo’s voice said. “Don’t listen to him he’s just talking shit.”

“I’m just trying to have fun and have a good night so…” you trailed off, still standing now.

Melo tugged your hand. “Go ‘head sit, it’s okay. We want you to have a good night. Jayson stop acting a damn fool, watch your mouth.”

“My fault,” he replied, lifting his hands up in defense, still with the smug grin on his face.

You were glad Melo finally spoke up, and you smiled proudly in response. They scooted closer to you now as you hesitantly sat back down and basically had to squeeze in between both their bodies in the water.

“Lemme try something,” Melo stated.

Melo hands Jayson the bottle and nods at him as if they agreed to something nonverbally. Melo uses has hand on your chin and tilts your head back slowly while Jayson poured the alcohol into your mouth. You swallowed all of it, using your hand to cover your mouth keeping any from escaping your lips.

“Aw shit,” you heard a voice from the pool say in reaction to the three of you.

You looked at the two of them, faces serious now as they had their eyes locked on your upper body, scanning their eyes from your exposed neck down to your breasts as they nearly spilled out of your bikini top, as you had not adjusted them after you had got out of the water.

They were both confident and fine as hell and they knew it. Thinking about how you would most likely not see them again after tonight, you didn’t seem to care about whatever the outcome might be. You wanted to make the best of it.

You don’t know where your sudden boldness came from but the heat of the moment and the alcohol in your system made you want both of them. With Jayson to the left of you and Melo to the right, you thought about the endless possibilities.

You looked at Jayson first, he caught on quick enough to the vibes and his lips found yours. His kissing style was very dominant, just as you suspected. His hand tugged at your hip in the water, pulling you closer. He was all about the soft lip biting in between kisses. Until you finally let go, the hunger was clear in his eyes.

You let go of the kiss then looked at Melo, devious grin already growing on his face anticipating the same thing coming for him.

You placed your hand on Melo’s shoulder. Jayson still kept his hands on your left thigh, rubbing on your smooth skin under the water before letting Melo take over. This kiss with Melo escalated quicker as he began using very much more tongue than Jayson. His hand slowly crept up as he gripped your upper thigh.

“That’s hot,” you heard another voice say from a distance and you giggled, wondering how many eyes were on the three of you at this point.

Feeling Melo’s lips and Jayson’s lips and comparing the two now made you think of all the ways you wanted to feel their lips on your body. You looked at the both of them feeling your heart rate increase as the desire you had for the two of them was growing by the minute.

At an attempt to get your lustful desires under control for a moment, You sank into your chair, closing your eyes and lowering yourself a little bit more to submerge your body into the water. You let out a small gasp as you felt kisses being planted on your neck for a moment, then they stopped.

A couple others hopped in the tub with you guys now, and the three of you decided to hop out and dry off. They stepped out first and helped you out, reaching out for your hand and having eyes connected to your breasts as they bounced as you wrung out your hair.

You all toweled off as those around you chattering drowned out the silence between the three of you. They looked at each other and nodded as if they both mutually agreed on something in their minds again. You looked up at how the two of them towered over you. Their chest were visibly still wet as the tiny beads of water shined in the darkness.

You knew this night was not quite done yet.

The three of you went inside the house and found one of the many empty rooms with neatly folded bedsheets as it had still been untouched by any other guests here tonight. The music playing from the main room slowly faded out as Melo shut the door behind him.

You fell back on the bed, watching the two of them wondering who would make the move first.

Jayson slowly pulled the string of your bikini top off as you used your hands to prop you up and you leaned back, they made their way closer to you now.

Their aroma was comforting, as they smelled like a mix of pool chlorine now and a lingering bit of both of their colognes.

Melo slid your bottoms off slowly as you adjusted yourself and laid back, he slowly lowered himself to meet face to face with your clit. As he started licking you slowly, you instantly let out a small gasp at the feeling. Your hands reached for his curls as you gripped them in between your fingers, arching your back in response.

Jayson sat beside you as he shook his shorts off his legs and he began to stroke his already hard dick, admiring the curves of your body and the look of your soft skin as you were laid out on the bed enjoying the feeling of Melo’s tongue devour you.

You turned around as you were on all fours now, as Melo began eating you out from the back while you started giving Jayson all of your attention. He rested his back against the headboard of the bed with his arm tucked behind his head. Your tongue grazed his tip and he licked his lips in response as his mouth was slightly parted now, quietly letting out soft moans.

You felt Melo adjusting himself behind you and as he did so, you slowly began quickening the pace on Jayson’s dick. He groaned softly in response, grabbing your hair as you slowly took more and more of him down your throat, he encouraged it with a gentle push.

Meanwhile Melo began slowly rubbing his tip along your folds, and you felt yourself grow wetter. As he entered all of himself into you, you moaned in response, and the vibrations of your soft moans sent waves of pleasure for Jayson.

“Fuck, y/n,” Jayson mumbled, pulling his lips between his teeth and tilting his head back admiring how good you looked taking all of him in your mouth now. You ran your free hand up his abs and grazed his chest. You glanced at the tattoos running up his legs, admiring his athletic build. His tan skin glowed even in the dim room.

Melo began quickening his pace now as he stroked into you, which led you to increase your pace on Jayson, he tugged you off of his dick and grabbed your face to kiss you again, as you continued to receive strokes from Melo, but Jayson wasn’t having it now and he wanted your pussy all to himself.

“C’mere,” Jayson demanded and you agreed without hesitation, Melo pulling himself out of you now, eyebrows furrowed feeling slightly annoyed as he wanted you to himself as well. You sat yourself on Jayson’s dick and moaned softly feeling him stretch you out in the place Melo’s dick was taking up space in, just moments before. His hands gripped on your hips now and his fingertips roughly pushed further into your skin as he couldn’t get enough of you.

You brought Melo’s tip to your mouth now, as you were already with a mouthful of spit, you licked on his tip and swirled your tongue around. His dick was longer but easier to fit in your mouth. You looked up at him through your lashes as he studied your pretty face, he smirked in response when he caught your glance.

“That shit feel good, y/n,” Melo said softly, taking his time thrusting into your mouth then quickly began abusing your throat rather than going slowly like Jayson did before him.

Riding Jayson grew more and more pleasurable as he heavily focused on making sure you felt good. He caressed your breasts from behind now, hands grazing your body as he kept his eyes on how your ass looked bouncing on his dick.

Melo’s hand gripped your throat and he forced you to look up at him, pulling his dick out of your mouth before leaning down to give you a long, wet kiss, spitting in your mouth before throat fucking you again, tears welled in your eyes as it all was growing to be too much.

It felt so good and you didn’t want to stop this moment.

Jayson was unable to hold back anymore as he pulled you off and came on your back as you leaned forward onto Melo’s dick.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Melo groaned, voice husky as he pulled himself out of your mouth and came on your face. Running his hands through his curls as he did so, you put him in your mouth one more time before he took himself out of your mouth again, unable to handle the feeling of your tongue on him again as his tip was already sensitive.

Jayson sat you on his face now, licking on your already overstimulated clit to make sure you wouldn’t walk away unsatisfied. Jayson kept going crazy, licking and sucking on your clit. Your legs shaking as you came but he kept going, way too dedicated in his role now but you weren’t complaining. You moaned louder as he increased his pace.

“Yeah yeah, we get it damn,” Melo muttered. Throwing his shirt back on.

You giggled, feeling your cheeks heat up as you processed how the heat of the moment just got the best between the three of you. They stood before you, chests moving up and down as they were trying to catch their breath.

“I told you there was plenty to go around,” Jayson finally spoke up as he shrugged. You threw the pillow that was on the bed at his face roughly before he could catch it.

The three of you laughed together. There was no way you would ever forget this night.

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LaMelo’s Assistant | Part 1

Pairing: LaMelo Ball x assistant!!reader

Word Count: 3,020

Summary: where LaMelo’s assistant is fed up with how he acts.

A/N: although I really wanted to make this a long fic I just might make it into a couple parts, who knows😅 I need to finish rookie year before I even dedicate myself to another long fic. But I wanted to give you guys something, at least. This one was fun. I know that @ykiminlove originally had requested this idea and I want to give her credit and say you’re a real one for it thank you x10000❤️ I finally got inspired by an idea for it. ❤️❤️ I love enemies to lovers type beat!!!!! & thanks anon for reminding me of the idea. Enjoy!!!! ☺️ I love this one.

(Including this picture just because he’s so cute wtf))

•••

Today marks 6 months and 3 days and 1 hour and 10 minutes of being LaMelo Ball’s assistant. The only reason you knew the exact time was because you began counting down the time as you despised almost every minute of it. He drove you crazy at this point and you could not wait for the year to be up. After the NBA season was over so you planned to find a new job.

You took this job because the pay was too great not to say no to. When you learned it was LaMelo you would be assisting for, you were excited because you always thought he was cute. Once you got to know his sour personality and learned he just acted like a spoiled, conceded child, you became drier than the Sahara Desert.

The world of the NBA was exciting, nonetheless. So some days you knew it was worth it. You met so many amazing and talented people through the past 6 months. Other days felt like hell and you wished you were an assistant for a player nicer than LaMelo.

When you pulled up to LaMelo’s house this morning, you entered in like usual. You hyped up Dip as he jumped around, excited to see you. He loved when you came in almost every morning and at this point he recognized you and showed you love each time.

You let Dip outside to run around in the yard and get some fresh air for a a little bit before feeding him his first meal of the day.

You knocked on LaMelo’s bedroom door before bursting in.

“Get up, LaMelo,” you sighed, annoyance already obvious in your voice.

You stopped caring about coming into his room whenever you needed to at this point. You would just find him either in a deep sleep or up and scrolling through his phone procrastinating important tasks. You were the complete opposite and liked to get things done in a timely manner. So his carelessness irked you to the max.

“A good morning would be nice too,” he grumbled, rubbing the palms of his hands on his tired eyes before looking at you.

You were the only one who had the power to get him up out of bed. Even if that meant bribing him with breakfast or feeding his ego with fake compliments from you on how good of a basketball player he is, just because he’d ask you a million times to say any nice thing about him you could possibly think of and he knew it drove you mad.

“Good morning, LaMelo. Now get up,” you repeated.

“LaMelo, LaMelo LaMelo, you always nagging, calling me by my government name and shit,” he huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Well, LaMelo LaFrance Ball, it’s my job. You have 3 interviews today, so please get up,” you demanded.

“Wait-“ he mumbled, and you turned around to look at him while crossing your arms and tapping your foot.

“What?” You asked him.

“Say my full name again,” he mumbled and you could swear you saw a small grin creeping up on his lips. You looked at him in disgust.

“My God LaMelo, seriously?” You scuffed. “Please.”

“I’m up,” he huffed.

You walked out of his room, nearly slamming the door behind you.

•••

After he finally had gotten up and got dressed, there was barely enough time to drive the actual speed limit to make it to the interview. LaMelo always went nearly 15 over the limit anyway and you would always look at him wide-eyed as he didn’t seem to care if he’d get pulled over.

The two of you were almost late, you got out of the car quickly, slinging your backpack over your shoulder. LaMelo caught up to you casually. You hurried along to the building door.

“Hurry,” you rushed him.

“For what?” He asked, not looking up form his phone while he opened the door for the two of you. “They know I’m coming regardless.”

You sighed in defeat, hoping they would just be happy to see LaMelo Ball and forget about anything else.

You walked in along side with him, and there were a couple folks immediately smiling at LaMelo before paying any mind to you. He happily greeted them, chatting with them for a bit before the man finally acknowledged your presence.

“Is this your girlfriend?” The man asked and you looked down at the ground as you tried not to laugh.

“My assistant,” LaMelo quickly corrected him, putting an emphasis on the final “t” in the word.

“Oh.. okay,” the man said as he perked himself up before introducing himself to you. His tone seemed oddly more respectful now knowing you were his assistant instead. You cocked a brow when he shook your hand.

“y/n, y/l/n,” you stated, pursing your lips and nodding at him.

“They’ll be ready for him in about 5 minutes,” he reassured before walking off.

“Girlfriend,” LaMelo repeated with a laugh, shaking his head.

“mY aSsiStaNt,” you mocked in your best impression of his tone.

He crossed his arms, smirking at you.

“You sound mad about it,” he chuckled. “Is that not what you are to me?”

“You could have at least told him my name too,” you replied, feeling the heat run to your cheeks in frustration.

“My fault,” he clears his throat, straightening his posture. “y/n, my assistant,” he stated as an attempt to correct himself now, although there was nobody else in the waiting room but the two of you.

“Geez, LaMelo, I mean- that’s all I am to you? Thought we could at least be friends at this point, we’ve been working together for some time now,” you retorted, smirking at him getting all worked up in response to your words.

He threw his hands up at you and rolled his eyes feeling defeated.

“Umm,” he pretended to think deeply for a moment. “Yeah, that’s all you are.”

“Ouch,” you replied, trying to act fake hurt.

“Alright Melo, we’re ready for you,” the lady smiled and he walked into the room, shutting the door behind him. You shuffled around the papers in your hand, looking at his schedule for the rest of his day.

•••

After the first interview, you got to the second one where they filmed “LaMelo Ball goes Undercover on Twitter, TikTok and Instagram” for GQ Sports.

You got to watch from behind the cameras this time. Listening to all the answers he gave, he was funny when he wanted to be. You watched him as he stared at the laptop, scanning through each question as he answered them.

“What’s your goal, Melo?”

He thought for a moment before answering.

“Well… I kinda wanna ask him the question- I wish we was on FaceTime I’d ask him what’s his goal. ‘Cause I mean- I’m accomplishing my goals, you feel me? Check, check, check-“

I hate him, you thought before finding yourself fighting the urge to laugh.

“Nah I still got some more goals, like win a championship.”

•••

All that was left was the final interview for the day, and LaMelo was in a great mood. Meanwhile, you were feeling the opposite. It had felt like a long day and you were ready to go home.

When you stood in the room with him waiting, he of course had a basketball and was dribbling around with it now.

“Who gave you that?” You asked him, shaking your head at him as he started bouncing it around, circling you now.

“It’s for the interview, I guess,” he shrugged, continuing to dribble it and act as though he was guarding you before attempting a shot at the nonexistent hoop in the room.

“It’s annoying, and loud, stop moving so much,” you huffed, his hair was coming out of place and it bothered you. It happened almost everyday and every time you attempted to fix it, he somehow ended up messing it up and it never looked how you wanted it to.

“God damn, y/n, would it kill you to have a little fun once in a while? Sheesh,” he huffed, standing still with the ball tucked under his arm now as you worked your magic twisting his curl in between your finger.”

“Fun? Sorry, since I’m just your assistant…” you trailed off and you were focused on ruffling his curls with your hand now, as it somewhat helped, but they still looked a mess.

“… And you don’t take a damn thing serious, I’m just getting tired of you… and how you act.”

He pulled away from you now, lips slightly parted as his temper grew.

“Okay then, nobody is forcing you to be here,” he snapped quietly, towering over you and looking into your eyes.

“Melo, they’re ready for you in the next room.” The woman spoke from behind the two of you.

He looked at you one more time waiting for you to say something.

You shrugged and did not say anything, still feeling true to your words.

He huffed and rolled his eyes, walking off into the interview room and leaving you alone and by yourself.

To your surprise, his words hurt and suddenly you felt bad for what you said to him. Maybe you were a little uptight. Rightfully so, as all he did was give you a hard time. You contemplated giving him an apology. He was already in the other room and you would not even know where to begin if you did.

Your pride was too high, as you felt he was the one in the wrong here. You did so much for him and the least he could do was be nice to you from time to time. But here you were, standing in the room alone again.

While you waited for him to finish his interview, you found the cafeteria in the building and opened your laptop to check your emails.

You kept looking up at the small coffee shop they had and finally decided you would pick something up as a treat for yourself. You pulled out your wallet and walked over.

“Hello,” the barista greeted you. His face was so pretty he was definitely a cutie. You smiled back at him.

“Hey, how are you today?” You asked him.

“Good, and you?” He asked.

“Busy,” you nodded.

“I can’t say the same,” he smiled, referring to the line of zero people behind you, you giggled and ordered your coffee.

“Sooo, you like working here?” You asked, rocking back and fourth on your feet. You watched his arm muscles flex as he prepared the coffee through the expresso machine.

“It’s okay, pays the bills for now while I’m in school,” he shrugged.

“Oh that’s cool, what are you studying?” You asked him.

“Business… and what do you do, pretty lady?”

You smiled before responding. “I’m just a personal assistant.”

“I mean, that’s pretty cool though, do you like it?” He asked, pouring the milk into the cup before frothing it.

“Pays the bills,” you repeated his words with a shrug and he chuckled, putting the lid on your coffee cup.

“Felt that one,” he chuckled. “Here’s your coffee.”

“Thank you so much,” you grinned at him.

“No problem. Would you like to go out sometime? I-I can give you my number,” he smiled nervously at you.

“That would be-

“She has a boyfriend,” LaMelo stated, walking up from behind you, nodding his head at an attempt to sound convincing while swinging his arm around your shoulder before playfully fist bumping your arm a couple of times with his free hand.

“Where did you come from?” You asked, looking up at him.

“I’m done now, I actually was looking for you,” LaMelo replied with a sweet smile. You felt your cheeks grow warm at his words and seeing him smile was a rare form of bliss for you. You quickly snapped back to reality before you spoke.

“I’m actually very much single,” you nodded at the barista, chuckling nervously trying to save yourself, but the barista was already looking at the two of you with his eyebrows raised in confusion.

“Come on y/n we gotta go, don’t want to be late for the next interview,” he chuckled while nudging you, but you wouldn’t budge.

“We’re actually done for the day,” you smiled at him. “You ready for me to take you home?”

“Umm no, we were supposed to be having dinner after, remember? You were going to tell me all about your new boyfriend, duh,” he chuckled, “let’s go.”

You looked up at the barista who looked down, smiling, appearing uninterested now as the line began to build up.

“Nice meeting you,” is all you said to the barista as you forced a smile. He waved the two of you off before greeting his next customer.

You walked beside LaMelo in silence for a moment.

“LaMelo, you ruined my chances with that guy,” you huffed, attempting to push his arm but he caught your hand and held onto it for a moment before setting it down on your side.

“So? He looked boring. He work at a coffee shop,” he scuffed, starting to walk again.

“And? What if that’s my type?” You asked him. “Chill, laid-back, unproblematic?” You said while swinging your hands around, trying to get your point across as you walked alongside him.

He looked at you with a “yeah, right,” expression on his face.

“And he’s in college studying business- an educated man…” you continued.

He stopped in his tracks, turning to face you.

“You probably make more than him now… and I make more than he ever will.” He chuckled, shaking his head while adjusting his hoodie and chain. “You don’t need that.”

You cocked a brow at him, wondering what his next words could possibly be after a line like that.

“…And you don’t need a boyfriend,” he stated, walking away and picking up his pace now as you attempted to run after him as fast as you could in your heels.

“What??” You snapped. “Says who?”

“Says me. Because you’re my assistant. And because I said so.”

“That wasn’t in the contract,” you replied.

“It is now,” he pressed.

“Why are you so bothered by it?” You yelled at him now and he turned around looking just as flustered as you were.

“You don’t have time for one, you got a lot of shit to do. You spending all day typing on that little computer of yours.”

“I-“ You scuffed in disbelief. “What?! That’s not all I do? And-and who are you to tell me what I have time for?”

“You work for me!” He exclaimed, raising his voice now.

“You’re such a brat, seriously?” You yelled, crossing your arms.

“SeRiOusLy,” he repeated, mocking your tone in his best attempt at a girly voice and you rolled your eyes so far back they almost fell out of your head.

“You’re so annoying,” you muttered under your breath, making your way to his car now. You walked as fast as you could in the heels you were wearing but with his long legs he could basically keep the same pace as yours without having to put in half the effort you were putting in.

He stopped you again, looking down at you.

“What?” He asked you, and you shook your head as you had many angry thoughts racing in your mind.

“Say what you gotta say,” he pressed on.

You huffed.

“So I can’t have a life outside of you? Everything I do needs to revolve around you?”

He licked his lips, looking around as if what you said was the obvious truth. “Uh- yeah?”

“I’m done- this is too much,” you took a step but he grabbed your arm to stop you. You looked at him, crossing your arms.

“Did you mean what you said? About being tired of me?” He asked.

You sighed, refusing to make eye contact with him.

“Yes,” you replied flatly. His eyes fell to the ground before looking back up at you.

“Well then you don’t have to work for me anymore then, I can handle this on my own,” he replied and you looked at him sideways, trying not to laugh.

“No you can’t… like at all. Have you seen yourself? We barely even made it on time today, LaMelo. If you want to have a good reputation, you should start caring about those kinds of things.”

“Like what?”

“Being on time to things I schedule for you- since Lord knows you cannot do it yourself, being about your word when you agree to an interview with a company when they reach out to me about a deal you spoke to them about.”

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, irrational thoughts running through his brain before he spoke.

“Then I’ll find a new assistant,” he shrugged and you didn’t say anything in response.

“…Unless, you want to keep your job,” he continued in a rude tone now. His entitlement to you almost set you off but a smug grin grew on your face instead, after you took a deep breath.

“Well, as far as I know… you owe me dinner. I have to tell you all about my “new boyfriend” that I apparently can’t have so… we’re at least going to that. And you’re paying.” You retorted.

“No, that’s not happening,” he chuckled. “You’re going home. I’m over dealing with that attitude you’ve had all day.”

“Hmmm, look at you proving my point how you can’t keep your word or promises, tsk tsk,” you said while shaking your head at him.

He rolled his eyes, huffing.

“Fuck, fine,” he sighed and you grinned proudly. You both got into his car.

“And you say I’m the brat,” he mumbled.

“What was that?” You asked him sharply.

“I said you a brat, Ion give a fuck, I’ll say it with my chest,” he mumbled. “Unlike you.”

“I’ll say what I need to say,” you scuffed.

“Oh yeah, and what’s that?”

“You’re too scared to admit that you need me,” you replied.

part 2

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Lipstick Looks Good On You | LaMelo Ball One Shot

Pairing: LaMelo Ball x fem!reader

Word Count: 3,510

Summary: You and LaMelo have been friends since childhood. You jokingly bet him that once he makes it to the NBA, he has to take you to the most expensive restaurant in LA. Will he deliver?

Warnings: fluff, and lots of it. :), slight angst.

A/N: I am glad I was finally able to write something. Trust me when I say, writing has been on my mind and I was in search of motivation!!! I am always accepting requests, it takes time to write so I appreciate the patience with it. This idea came to me from this list. I wanted to give them credit as well as maybe it will inspire some of you too. When it comes to longer fanfics.. that is most definitely a work in progress ;) I just wanted to get something posted. I’m pretty new to the Ball Fam Tumblr fandom, but I’ve known of them since they were in high school like me :) Can you guess which Ball Brother is the same age as me right now??

Anyway, despite all that’s going on right now, let’s imagine a non-problematic Melo in this story lmao💀 enjoy!! and Let me know if I should make a part two :))) I most likely will.

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Your now famous and ridiculously rich childhood best friend Melo Ball is going to take you out somewhere fancy for a dinner. You both made a bet a long time ago that once he made it to the NBA, he would have to take you to the most expensive restaurant in town. He took it very serious when you asked, and you worried he might forget his promise. Until, he recently texted you;

“This Friday night, 7pm. Be ready.”

You knew right away what he was talking about. A joke and bet you made to him a long time ago, which was actually when you guys were a lot closer. You were having the occasional feelings of regret for making such a huge request from him.

What if people notice the two of you out together? Now feeling a nervous felling in the pit your stomach because all eyes have been on him this entire year.

Since he has been traveling all across the states, it had been a while since you both actually sat down and talked in person. It had been a while since you hung out in general. You worried it was going to be awkward. He still reassured you that he would follow through with his promise back then when you talked about it. You tried to make the best of it as you got ready for the night.

You wore a black maxi dress with black high heels. You were grateful that Melo had bought the dress for you and that he did not choose a loud and obnoxious color, standing out was the last thing you wanted to do. Even though you were going to be at dinner with a famous NBA rookie.

You were not used to dressing up for fancy occasions. You would go to the occasional wedding or outing here and there but you have never worn anything this expensive.

You still stayed in Los Angeles but being further away from the city the better lately. Soemtimes the celebrity drama caught your interest, but as soon as it involves negativity around Ball brothers and Big Baller Brand, you tried to ignore it. You knew the Ball family were great people at heart.

As you did your make up and got ready, you thought about all the fun times you had spent with Melo in the past. You had so many memories watching him prepare on the court in his back yard. Shot after shot, he would make them and he would miss them. You would smile to yourself when he would get a little frustrated when he missed. He worked really hard and you were super proud of him and how far he has come. His dedicated mindset is something you always admired about him. You looked at the clock.

6:30p.m.

“Sooo how’s he picking you up?” Your best friend, Mika, asked.

“To be honest, I’m not sure,” you giggled. “I hope he doesn’t do too much.”

“Girl,” she laughed. “It’s Melo. Of course he’s going to do too much. He got you that dress for just one night!”

You and her both laughed together, listening to music and finished up getting ready, she had helped you get your make-up done up to her standards. With her being a make up artist and you not knowing a single thing about make up besides mascara and lipgloss, she did all the work for you. She was vey proud of her final results.

“Wow, you look amazing,” she looked you up and down. “Are you sure Melo isn’t single?” She asked and you laughed all too quickly.

“Oh God, no, he’s definitely dating someone,” you muttered, admiring you full frame in the mirror as you spoke. “I mean, at least as far as I know. He doesn’t tell me too much detail these days.”

She smacked her lips before she spoke, “You better put him in check.”

You chuckled softly, “Yeahhh.”

“Well, have fun and I can’t wait to hear all the juicy deets,” she yelled as she walked out of your bedroom.

“Stoppp,” you laugh.

You looked at the clock.

6:59 p.m.

“This mufucka better not be late,” you mumble to yourself.

Your phone began to ring and it almost startled you. You fumbled to answer it.

“I’m pulling up right now,” that oh-so familiar voice sent an unexpected turning-feeling in your stomach. “Come out.”

You were taken aback by his assertiveness.

“Coming,” is all you said and you never grabbed all your stuff so quickly.

You went down the elevator and walked out of your apartment building. Not surprised at all by what you saw, Melo stood leaning up against his Blacked-Out Lamborghini, standing tall and matching your energy with an all-black suit.

He had his chains on, and sunglasses over his eyes as if it were bright out. You smiled at the sight. His height caught you by surprise. You remembered him being a couple inches taller than you years back, now he was definitely more than a foot taller. He looked more mature than ever before.

Before he left on his journey with the Charlotte Hornets, the two of you grew really close. It hurt knowing you would not see him as often. You two would often spend a lot of time together. Pondering the what if’s about life. You knew he would make it far. It even scared you to continue being close with him, knowing you were not going to see someone so important to you for a very long time.

But, nonetheless, He looked good. Like really good. Tonight was the night you were seeing him for the first time in months and your goal was to let go and enjoy the night.

“So I see you got the dress I sent you?” He asked, voice sounding deeper than you remember. He admired you for a moment with a smile and pulled you into a hug.

You giggled, “Yes, thank you. Hi Melo.” His cologne filled your nose and brought a calm and relieved feeling to your brain. It’s just Melo, and it was good to see him again and feel his warm embrace.

“How you been?” He asked as he pulled out of the hug and looking into your eyes sincerely. Keeping one hand in yours and spinning you around once so he could get a full view of your look.

“I’ve been alright I guess, it’s been a while, you look taller. Does growing another 5 inches just happen once you sign the contract?” You asked and he chuckled.

“You funny, as a matter of fact yes. It happened as soon as I lifted the pen.”

“You a clown,” you smile. He opens the passenger door for you.

You sat in your seat the was leaning all the way back. You looked behind you as the seat was leaning up as far back as possible.

“Sorry,” he laughed as he sat in the driver’s seat, “that was Gelo.”

“How do I-“ You ask and before you know it, he was reaching over you to adjust your seat on the right hand side of you. Your breath hitched for a moment at his close proximity. You blushed and looked to your left.

“I could have done it,” you blurt out.

“Is all good,” he refuses to meet your gaze as he begins to put the car in drive.

You had never been in a vehicle this luxurious. Besides the occasional luxury car you would be in for an Uber ride. You have never seen anything this nice. He took off and the sound of the engine trailed behind you.

“Sooo why is this the first time I’m getting a ride in your Lamborghini?” You ask him while looking up at him in the driver seat. His eyes stayed fixated on the road.

“Because you said fast driving makes you car sick. But this car was the only one that had a full tank before I left, so I have no choice,” he explained. “And you know I need to hit the dash in the Lambo. There’s no other way to drive it.”

He merged onto the interstate as he spoke, looking over his left shoulder swiftly with a firm grip on the wheel.

“Plus you a grandma,” he smirked.

“I am not,�� you laughed. “But you’re not wrong about the car sickness,” you said rubbing your temples. “Slow down.”

He finally looked you in the eye, held eye contact and purposely put his foot in the gas, bringing the car from 60 to 90 real quick.

“Melo!” You put your hand on his cheek and pushed his face back to facing the road. “Pay attention.”

He laughed in response. “See, you are a grandma.”

“Shut up,” you smile. “I missed you. How’s life in the spotlight?”

‘It’s been alright, you know the grind. This season was incredible,” he nodded his head as his spoke.

“It was, you did amazing,” you admit and now you got his head all gassed up, good job.

“Oh you watched?” He asked as if he were surprised you did.

“I mean not everyone can say their childhood best friend plays for the NBA, so I can’t just not watch… but our tv broke so I had to figure out how to watch the games on my phone and yeah that was a whole thing.”

“Tv broke?” He questioned.

“Yup, a couple other things in the apartment too; but the maintenance people haven’t gotten back to us yet. I can’t wait to move,” you sigh in frustration.

“I’ll get you out the hood mamí, I promise” he stated and you burst out laughing.

“Shut the fuck up,” you say jokingly in between laughs.

He continued to drive for another half hour. You looked out the window and peeked at him occasionally, watching him as he drove the two of you. You guys talked and caught up on all that you had not told each other. It felt good to finally see him again and hear all his new stories. You loved to hear him talk about how much he loves the game.

When you arrived at the restaurant, you walked out with a confidence you had never really had before. You felt beautiful. With Melo standing tall next to you as you walked, it almost felt like you were both about to hit the red carpet.

Luckily, there were no paps in sight. You were in a more lowkey area of LA. But you never knew with this city. They are capable of finding you anywhere.

The restaurant had a unique beauty to it like you have never seen before.

“Wow, this is beautiful,” you stare dazed in awe as you both walk in. Looking up at all the chandeliers and lights.

“Who, you?” He asked.

You glared and him trying to hide your smile.

“Oh, yeah, the place is nice too,” he shrugged, “but we not at the spot yet.”

He lead you to another room, which lead to an elevator that took you up to the the highest floor.

You gasped immediately at the view you saw. The view overlooked the city of Los Angeles. It made it look so beautiful in a way. A point of view of the city you had never seen before. This was the perspective you needed.

“Melo- wow,” you couldn’t form a single word.

“I know right, I knew this would be the one, it’s not the most expensive but I knew you would love the view, I know you have a thing for views and-“

You cut him off with a tight hug. A hug tight enough to make him say-

“Oof.”

“Thank you so so much,” you squeeze. You were infamous for giving hugs a little too tight to the Ball Family. Regardless, his large hands squeezed your arms firmly once you released the hug and stared into your eyes for a moment.

“Please, have a seat, the waiter will be up here soon,” the lady that guided us up here smiled and gestured to the single table that was on the patio, snapping you both out of the trance that felt like forever.

“C’mon,” he smiled, “ladies first.”

He pulled out the chair for you to sit. “Such a gentleman,” you tease.

“Momma raised me right,” he smiled grinning ear to ear before sitting down. He settled in his chair and stares at you for a moment.

“What?,” you ask, feeling his eyes on you made you fidget in your seat a bit.

“Nothing, it’s just… lipstick looks good on you,” he smiled, his full set of teeth sending a knot in your stomach.

You can’t help but smile and let out a nervous laugh.

“Thank you. Mika did my make up.”

“She did a great job,” he licked his lips and smiled once more. Seeing his eyes dart from your eyes to you lips caused you to feel the same feeling in your stomach from earlier.

The waiter brought waters in cups that were way too fancy for just water, he greeted the two of you and asked if you were ready to order.

“It’ll be a minute,” you both stated simultaneously and smiled at the waiter.

“Okay, no rush, I’ll be back soon,” he smirked.

You both childishly placed your menus in front of your eyes to where you could not see each other’s full faces. Only peeking over them occasionally to make eye contact. You eventually decided what you wanted and put your menu down.

“So you got a boyfriend yet?” He asked in a mumbling way that you almost barely heard it and it made you nearly spit out your water.

“Huh?”

“You heard me,” he smirks, placing his menu down flat on the table and bringing his hands together.

“Come again?” You cock your head.

“I said, do you have a boyfriend yet?” He asked, this time annunciating each one of his words harder.

You smirked, “why do you asked?”

“Just curious,” he shrugged.

“I don’t-“

“All set to order?” The waiter cut us off.

“Yes-“ You say before Melo can, hoping he had decided at this point.

You both order, and he keeps his eyes glued to your face and you speak to the waiter. Anticipation written all over his face until the waiter walked away.

“I do not, and am not seeing anyone at the moment,” you confirm once more.

“Interesting,” he took a sip from his glass at an attempt to hide the huge smug look on his face, as if you could not see right through it.

“Now it’s my turn to ask you,” you cross your arms over each other, leaning up against the table.

Melo’s eyes darted from you chest to your face for a moment before he spoke. You almost roll your eyes at how quickly his boy brain decided now was the time to look at your boobs.

“It’s complicated,” he shrugged, leaning back in his chair while placing his hands on his lap.

“I don’t like to hear that,” you roll your eyes and slightly turn your body towards the view.

“I’m sorry-“

“No, don’t be, I get it.”

You do not know why you were bothered by him seeing multiple women. It should not concern you. He had the chance to tell you how he felt about you before the season began. You knew deep down he cared about you a lot. But, it was also his first NBA season, and going into it a single man is probably every players dream. He is so attractive and you would not blame the Instagram models for wanting a piece.

He can do as he pleases, and despite the fact that you had even heard the rumors. You did not want them to be true. You just wanted this night to be about you and your best friend catching up.

“Can I ask you something else?” He nudged, but you kept your eyes locked on the view.

“Hmm,” you hummed in response, barley audible.

“If I told you you were on my mind the entire season, would you believe me?”

His words caught you by surprise. Completely. He had barely called and texted you as often as he did before he signed onto the Hornets. Why would he? He has every chance to leave people behind. He could have cut off his entire friend group and it would not have mattered. He started an entirely new and fantastic life.

“I find that hard to believe,” you state coldly.

“Look at me,” he softy demanded, but you were stubborn and wanted to see how far he would go. “Please.”

You gave in, looking down and back up into his eyes. With a concerned look on his face, he continued.

“Before I left,” he continued. “Before I left I knew this time apart would be weird for us. I didn’t want you to hold on to anything. You deserve the best. Friendships, relationships and all. I was just an immature kid not even knowing all what I know now,” he stated.

This was a side of him you had never seen before. Goofy, silly Melo being serious about his feelings? Must be a dream because there is no way.

“I didn’t think the conversation would get this serious before we ate our food,” is all you could say, and Melo laughs.

“Please hear me out,” he pleads, his voice soft and subtle.

“Well then LaMelo, what are you implying?”

“I-“

The waiter arrived with our meals, placing them on the table. Of course it was that sort of fancy restaurant where the portions were small. Melo looked taken aback when the plate was revealed.

“Ummm yeah imma need like one more of a plate of this,” he states and the waiter looks taken aback.

“Please.” Melo finished his sentence with a smile to fix his tone into sounding polite and you cannot help but giggle.

“Oh of course Mr. Ball.” He reassured him and hurried off.

You guys begin eat in silence for what felt like forever. The sounds of the city echoed in the distance, drowning out the silence between the two of you.

“Melo….” You finally begin.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything if you’re not ready. I gotchu,” he states dragging his fork in between is teeth as he spoke.

You put your utensils down before speaking.

“You kept your promise by taking me here. Which I admire a lot. You brought me this beautiful dress and took me to this amazing restaurant. I can’t help but feel like this is all a dream. I missed you so much during your season. I know that you were busy and I understand that. It just makes it all a little hard to believe,” you speak your mind but you are not sure if your jumbled thoughts even made sense at this point.

He nods his head, “I understand.”

“This just feels like a dream, and I don’t want to wake up. We really aren’t kids anymore. This adulting shit is real,” you just shrug and laughs a little, holding back at the burning feeling in the back of your throat.

“Maybe that was too quick for me to say, I’m sorry if it was,” he admits, realizing the sadness in your eyes.

“I wanna have fun tonight and if it’s not to late,” he gets up and holds his hand out. “Come on.”

You take his hand, looking up at him with a small smile on your face.

He leads you to the ledge, that has a fence strong enough for you to feel comfortable to lean on. It still made you nervous though, being up this high.

Melo leans up against it, and you both take a moment to admire the twinkling lights all throughout the city.

“I wasn’t playing though, you are just as beautiful as the chandeliers in the restaurant,” he states and you laugh at his style of compliments. Sweet and goofy.

You lean your head on his arm, without saying a word. This was the picture perfect moment you wanted to last forever.

He slowly lifts his arm around and placed it around your shoulders, before bringing your body to his, closer than you’d ever been to him before. You let out a small gasp as both of his hands sit in our lower back.

He smiles, looking into your eyes. The butterflies in you stomach on full effect now.

“I know you feel that shit too,” he whispered, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip.

You heart skipped a beat at his sudden dominance. You were not going to fight it this time.

“God you look so good tonight baby girl, I missed you so much.”

You took a moment to admire his face from this close. His facial hair was well-trimmed. His curls were so adorably hanging over his forehead. His skin looked so fresh and clean. Everything about him in the moment enticed you. The way his broad shoulder and frame fit so well in his suit. The way he was so confidently looking into your eyes. The way the moonlight shined down on him, bringing a sparkle to both his eyes.

And his smile, oh that smile after he got his braces off was the best smile you had ever seen. And those lips, oh those plump lips that made you just want to-

“Can I please kiss you right now?”

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