#lamelo ball imagines

[bluewatersfairy]

homebody - l.b.

loosely inspired by homebody by kalin white (a/n: i've been wanting to use this song for a longgg time)

synopsis: requested by @bemybinarystar! two people meet by chance on an app that thrives on anonymity and begin an x-rated relationship with one another filled with late night video calls.

warnings: mature content, MINORS DNI!! depictions of sex work, mutual masturbation.

word count: 3.2k

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Melo grabbed his laptop and climbed on top of his bed, checking one last time that there were no tell-tale signs in view that would make him identifiable.  This had become a part of his routine and what was once him being cautious was now a natural habit.  He originally didn’t care, it never even crossed his mind, but she had told him he needed to, she didn’t want to know who he was.  That was weird for him to hear too, it reminded him of how different this relationship was.  If you could call it a relationship.

When he had first discovered her, he was doom scrolling on the type of site that was created for late-night rendezvous.  He’d convinced himself he was just curious, he’d laugh about it later and go back to the more traditional way of fulfilling his needs.  But then he saw her smile and he had to stop scrolling.  Her description was limited, her height, tag name, and that she was drawn to the anonymity of the site; tell me something good and maybe we can figure something out.

The only reason Melo had even caught her attention was because his profile looked like a cheap bot: 2 tall, 2 long, fire’n’ice, was all his profile said.  His request sat in her inbox for two days until he sent her another message, ‘you ever think about castles?  they got pretty ones by the lakes in lithuania.’  It was a bizarre opening, but it got him out of her requests and into her inbox.

They messaged back and forth for a full week before anything remotely sexual was discussed.  Melo liked that she wasn’t jumping at his every response and that it looked like she had a life too.  During that week, they hadn’t shared much about themselves, but he felt like she was investigating him, despite the very few questions she asked.  The first time he received the app notification that she’d sent him a picture, his palms started getting sweaty.  

He locked himself in his room, something that would become routine, laid back on his bed and opened her message thread.  It was a tasteful shot of her full thighs and ass peaky out of a red silk slip.  Her deep amber skin against the scarlet made him gulp.  It was so little, nothing he hadn’t seen before, but it pulled his interest and ignited his curiosity.  She had waited for him to see the message before she sent the follow up, ‘your turn…”

Melo had spent the next 10 minutes cleaning his floor and checking that nothing could be seen in the background from his messy room.  He spat in his palm and stroked his hard-on till it was raging and grown.  He held the base of his shaft with one hand and took a photo with the other before sending it through.  

That was two months ago and though neither of them had asked many personal questions, there was this unspoken bond between them.  She didn’t need him to say when he’d had a rough day, and he knew how she needed to be talked to.  He found himself thinking of her at the worst of times and turning to her when he needed a boost.  In return, he’d transfer undisclosed amounts of money to her account.  Again, this was something they hadn’t really talked about, it was an unspoken agreement.

Of course, she never expected him to be so generous.  

At first, she assumed that it was an attempt to impress her and keep her interested in him.  She had told him after maybe a week of exchanging racy pictures that she offered more, but for it to be fair to the other people she entertained, he had to pay a small fee that he felt reflected their time together.  The beauty of the site that she considered her secret life was that she got to choose her clients and could easily report and block people if they ever became aggressive or obsessive.  She’d always managed to attract men who exhibit something she’s attracted to, but she knew “fire’n’ice” was closer to her age and clearly in a high position, and that image was addictive to her.  

When he had first sent her a large sum out of the blue, she’d been 3 hours deep in official documents.  She imagined him in a similar position, probably in slacks and a white button up, trapped in his office thinking about taking her at his desk.  She’d quickly excused herself, citing lady problems, and clicked off to the employee bathroom.

Melo, who was standing in his kitchen heating up one of the several protein-based meals he had made weekly, received a message with 3 attachments.  She was spreading herself open for him, and had framed her tits in such a way, he just wanted to latch on.  He’d groaned loudly and abandoned his meal in favour of his room.  His cock was tight against his pants and the second he freed it, he felt the ache take over his body.  

He squeezed his eyes shut and pictured her, imagining how she posed.  He thrust into his fist and straggled words flew out of his mouth.  In the haze of the moment, he grabbed his phone and opened the camera. 

“Look at my fuckin’ cock, babygirl, look how hard it is for you.” He spat as he finished his sentence, needing more moisture so he could fuck his hand better.  “I bet you’d love to choke on my big fuckin’ dick, aye baby?  I’d fuck your face and finish all over your tits.”  

He paid no mind to what he was saying, he was just talking shit as he thrusted harder and faster into his hand.  His cum spurted all over his desk, some of it landing on his phone screen.  He swore and stopped the recording before bending over, his chest heaving.  He’d never thought to do something like that before.  She hadn’t even made a video for him, she’d only ever sent pictures.  What had she done to him?

The video worked in Lamelo’s favour in more ways than he could have possibly known.  She already had a growing soft spot for mr. fire’n’ice but that video sent him to the top of her list.  He was the first client she reached out to during the days and his sessions were always top priority for her.  It didn’t have much to do with the money, she was just drawn to him in every way a person can be to someone they’ve never met or even seen properly.  He even had her questioning if she should take a step back from her other clients and just entertain him.  

It was bad.  Unprofessional even.  But she couldn’t stop herself.

LaMelo was still checking his background when her call came in, popping up on his screen with her explicit profile icon highlighted with a red ring.  He pressed the green button and did one final adjustment to his laptop so all she could see was below his neck.  He always wore a black wife-beater so that his chest tattoo was mostly covered but so she could still get a good view of his toned torso and the ever growing bulge in his shorts.

“Hi pretty boy,” her ruby red lips pulled into a grin on his screen.  She looked like she was laying on her stomach, her tits pushed together under a slip of vibrant material.  

“‘Sup baby,” Melo swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, “you lookin’ edible.”

She giggled as she ran her hand down her neck before reaching somewhere off camera.  She was sitting up, he realised, before she brought something of a prop on screen.

“I was gonna say I found these today and thought of you,” she giggled again, “I know you’re much bigger, but you can’t tell me that’s not a close match.”  Melo smirked as he watched her twirl two rainbow lolly-cocks in the camera.  

“They not that girthy, you could still fit them in your mouth easy,” Melo felt his dick twitch as she rested her pouty lips on the tip of the lolly.

“Are you saying your dick won’t fit in my mouth?” she bit on her bottom lip and dragged her hand down her chest as she spoke.

“I’m sayin’ it won’t be easy.”  Melo’s hand moved to the bulge in his pants and he gently palmed it.

“I like a challenge,” she smiled, “I’ll make sure it fits baby, you know I’m a good girl for you.”

“Show me.” 

His voice was raspy, and his dick was hard.  She’d caught him at the perfect time and he knew she could tell just how desperate he was for her.  He didn’t care that she knew anymore.  Truthfully, he thought it showed how well they knew each other and how much he trusted her.  

“Of course baby,” she grinned before adjusting her laptop camera slightly.  

Melo watched closely as she spat on the tip of the lolly cock and used her tongue to glide it down.  Kitten licks and teasing kisses quickly turned into her pouty lips wrapped around the head.  The wet sounds her mouth made against the hard lolly did nothing but strengthen the pulse in Melo’s cock.  He swiped his tongue across his bottom lip before readjusting himself, watching as she pushed the lolly further into her mouth.  

“You’re such a good girl, baby,” Melo pushed out with his head leaning back.  He watched her through his eyelashes, picturing her wrapped around him.  His chest rose and fell at a steady pace and his skin flushed pink.  He was getting caught up in the thick of things, he barely processed her transitioning from the lolly cock to one of her dildos.

It was one they had purchased together.  It was a late night call, much like they were currently on, and she had wanted to find something a bit different for the two of them.  Her screen was shared with him as they scrolled through an adult website.  Every now and then Melo would point out one, whether he was being serious or joking was always up for interpretation.  

“I want something that’s like you,” she said sheepishly when Melo had asked why he was involved, “it’s like torture seeing such a pretty and big dick and not be able to ride it.”  

They’d found a dildo similar to his size and when it came in the mail a week later, Melo received a video of her putting it in her mouth, popping it out and pushing it between her tits.  She said she wouldn’t to anything else without him, but he was out of town and sharing a room so it would be a minute until he was going to be able to be alone with her.  It ended up being one of their better calls.  Melo could barely keep his eyes open by the end of it, he felt so fucked out and exhausted, you’d think she had actually been there to suck the soul out of him.  He’d jokingly texted her the next morning saying he had a sore wrist.  It wasn’t a complete joke though, many coaches commented on his shooting being off that day at practice. 

“Oh baby,” she moaned through the camera as she pulled the rubber cock out of her mouth, “touch yourself baby, show me how you stroke it.”

Melo was rock hard.  He hissed as he ran his hand up his thick shaft and circled his thumb over his throbbing head, spreading his leaked pre-cum so she could see it.  She spat on her dildo as he squirted lube on himself.  

“Follow my pace baby,” she instructed, “you know how much I love to push you.”

“I’ll do whatever you say baby,” Melo swallowed and began to stroke his dick as she jacked the dildo.  She switched between going fast and slow, bringing different sounds out of Melo as she encouraged him.  She moaned at every twitch of his dick and felt herself growing hotter and hotter with each stroke.

“Fuck,” she spat out as Melo had to let go of his cock, his head thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut, “you wanna cum don’t you baby?”

“I don’t wanna,” Melo groaned as he smacked his cock, “you just drive me crazy Ma.”  His eyes refocused on his screen to find she’d changed positions.

She was sitting now, her thighs spread so her pussy was on full display.  Melo cussed at the sight of it.  Even through the camera he could tell she was just as heated as he was.  She was visibly swollen and practically dripping.  She giggled as she slipped her fingers through her folds, a visible tremble running through her at the same time.

“Look how ready I am for you,” she moaned as she fingered her clit, “you’d stretch me out so good with that big cock.”

“I’d give you the fuck of your life,” Melo gripped his cock again, “have yo ass screamin’.”

She picked up the dildo from her side and rubbed the tip against her entrance, “tell me baby,” she hummed, “tell me how you’d do me.”

“I’d fuck you in so many ways,” he started to jerk his cock again.  “God, I’d fuck you into your mattress baby, giving you the deepest strokes of your life.  You’ve never had a dick like this.”

“No I haven’t,” she whined, pushing the dildo inside her, “you’d have to go slow with me, I wanna make sure I feel every inch of you.”  she let out a gasp of a pet name, her free hand gripping on to her tit.

“God just the sight of your cock makes me feel crazy,” her hips were moving against her hand, pushing the rubber cock in and out, trying desperately to match Melo’s pace.  If he could function enough to think of anything at that moment, he’d appreciate her commitment to making it feel like they were together, fucking.  But his brain wasn’t working anymore.  Everything that came to mind was nothing shy of filth. 

“It’s all yours baby, and you’d look so fucking good bouncing on top of it.”

She moaned at his words, her tits bouncing as she fucked herself harder.  

“This big fucking dick is all yours, whenever you want it, I don’t care where, it’s yours.”

His room filled with a mix of her moans, his heavy breathing and the sound of his hand beating his cock, slapping with how fast he was jerking.

“Oh and this pussy is all yours daddy,” she moaned loudly, “I’m all yours baby.  You can put that pretty dick whereever you want and use me for whatever you need.  I just need you all over me daddy, your big hands wrapped in my hair, around my throat.”

“I’ll slut you out baby,” Melo groaned as he chased her words, “I’ll make you cum so much the whole world gon’ hear.”  

“I’m gonna cum,” she all but screamed, “keep talking, tell me baby, I want to hear you.”

“I’ll fuck you from behind in the mirror, baby.  Smack yo’ ass and pull your hair and make you look me in the eye while you cum all over my big dick.”  Melo repressed a loud moan and swallowed hard.  “We gon’ fuck all night, baby, the second you cum, I’m sticking it right back in there.  I’ll make it so you won’t be able to walk in the morning.”

Melo watched her body react to his words and struggled to process the sight. Her chest was heaving, fucking the dildo in and out of her hole with her hand tight on her clit.  She swore over and over again until her words were nothing but moans and Melo saw everything reach it’s peak.  She pulled the dildo out of her and did everything she could to stop her thighs from clamping shut.

“Holy fuck,” she gasped with her head thrown back and her hands jammed between her thighs.  She collasped against whatever was behind her and Melo watched her spread herself open and squirt.  “Oh baby, I’m cumming so fucking hard.”

Melo just about double over, letting out the loudest moans and groans he’d ever made as his load spurted out of his tip.  He massaged his balls and watched his seed cover his lower stomach and parts of his laptop.

“Fuck,” he sighed as he leaned back and let his dick stand to its own want.  

For a minute, the two of them didn’t move, just panting heavily staring at one another.  Occasionally, he’d stroke his shaft and rub his balls at the same time to see if he had anything left.  She was the first one to move, laying back down to the position she’d been in when the call started.

“Every time I think we’ve reached our peak, you go and do the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” she giggled as she put one of her fingers to her lips.

“Tell me how that pussy tastes babe,” he said, his voice audibly strained.  She smirked and put her fingers in her mouth, sucking them off.

“It tastes sweet and creamy,” she let her wet fingers drag down her naked torso to her nipples.

“You’re a fuckin’ problem,” Melo grinned and shook his head, reaching for the rag he washed for this call.

“I’m a problem?” she giggled, pointing to herself, “you’re the one who’s got me thinking of throwing all the policies out the window.”

“Policies?” Melo asked, suddenly brought out of his post-nut daze.  “What are you tryna say?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted with a shrug, “but don’t you feel it too?  Don’t you want to see my face?  Know my name?”

“I want all of the above, baby,” Melo pulled his laptop closer to him.  “Are you saying there’s more we could do?”

“I’m just thinking out loud here,” she hesitated, “you’re the first person I feel like I’d be safe sharing my secrets with.”  What was she saying?

It was a big confession, she wants to elevate things.  Melo couldn’t decide if it was his money or him but he really didn’t care.  He wanted to have her name and he wanted her to know his name.  But it’s unique, and she’d know exactly who he was if he said it.

Fuck it.

“LaMelo,” he rushed to say, spitting it out before he could think twice.  “I’m LaMelo.”

She smiled wide and he watched as she reached out to her laptop screen and pushed it back slightly.

“I’m Y/N,” she giggled.

LaMelo repeated her name, letting it pass through his lips to see how it’d feel saying it.

“So Y/N,” Melo smiled as he pushed his laptop screen a bit too, showing more of him, “if I offered to fly you out, would you say no?”

“Oh baby,” she smirked, “I’d be there in a heartbeat.  I want all that dick in real life.”

“Aight, bet,” Melo picked up his phone from beside him, “you give me a date and I’ll work out all the rest.”

[v6quewrlds]

now i need you to write a lamelo smut pls 🙏😩

hi bae <3333 i have been summoned by my lamelo girls 🙂‍↕️

“Can you be serious for like, five minutes?” You playfully slapped at LaMelo’s chest as he tickled you mid-kiss. You were sprawled on the couch, straddling his thighs, your silk robe gaping open to reveal your lacy lingerie. His laughter echoed in the dimly lit room, the only sound other than the rustling of fabric and your muffled moans.

“Why start now?” LaMelo’s grin was wide, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He had a knack for turning everything into a game, even in your most intimate moments. You leaned back and gave him a look that said you were ready to get down to business.

He took the hint and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that was no longer playful, but hungry, demanding. His hands roamed over your body, tracing the curves of your hips and thighs, making you shiver. Your annoyed giggles morphed into soft sighs as you felt his length pressing against you. You rocked your hips slightly, the friction sending waves of pleasure through you.

LaMelo’s hands found their way under your lingerie, cupping your tits and rolling your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. You bit your lower lip, trying to muffle a moan, but it escaped, turning into a whimper that made him grin. “Oooh, sensitive,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

“Melo, please. We have half an hour to leave for the party,” you said breathlessly, your eyes pleading.

“So let me work my magic then, won’t take long, you know how I do,” LaMelo said with a wink, his smugness not lost on you as you rolled your eyes. He untied your robe, watching as it fell off your shoulders, revealing you completely to his hungry gaze. Despite your impatience, you felt a thrill run through you as his eyes took in your body with a look of pure desire.

With surprising seriousness, he slid your panties to the side and began to stroke your clit, his thumb circling with just the right amount of pressure. Your eyes fluttered shut and you leaned in to kiss him again, your body arching into his touch. He chuckled against your mouth, enjoying the way you responded to him. But you were right, the two of you didn’t have much time, and he didn’t want to keep you waiting.

“You ready?” LaMelo whispered against your lips, his voice thick with lust. His hands moved with purpose to undo his pants. He positioned himself at your entrance and paused, looking up at you, waiting for your approval.

You nodded, your cheeks flushed with excitement. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “Need you, bad, baby,” you breathed, your voice urgent.

He pushed into you with one swift movement, eliciting a gasp in response. You felt yourself stretch to accommodate his length, the sensation of his hardness filling you sending a shiver down your spine. He paused for a moment, giving you time to adjust, before starting a steady rhythm, his hands gripping your hips to guide your movements.

“Mm, you feel so good, so tight,” he murmured, his eyes closed in concentration. You responded with a moan, your walls tightening around him, urging him deeper. Despite your earlier annoyance, you found yourself getting lost in the moment, your body responding to his touch.

“Tell me how it feels, baby girl,” LaMelo coaxed, his words hushed against your parted lips.

Your hands tugged at his hair as you moaned softly. “Amazing, Melo. Don’t stop, please,” you breathed. Your body began to rock with his rhythm, your hips moving in sync with his. The sound of your skin slapping together filled the room, melding with the occasional groan of the leather couch beneath you.

You had been together long enough for LaMelo to know exactly what you liked, and he was eager to give it to you. His thumb found your clit again, moving in a pattern that had your hips twitching against him. You could feel the tension building, your body tightening around his. “Melo, I’m so close, don’t stop, baby,” you whimpered.

“Come for me,” he urged, his voice strained with effort. He could feel his own release approaching, his muscles tensing as he pushed deeper into you. Your breath hitched and you threw your head back, your mouth opening in a silent scream as you reached your peak. You clamped down on him, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm.

LaMelo’s eyes widened with satisfaction as he watched you unravel, feeling your contractions around his cock. He gave a few more deep, hard thrusts before he too climaxed, his entire body going rigid with pleasure. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, both panting and sweaty, your bodies still joined as you basked in the afterglow.

Finally, he pulled out and you flopped onto the couch, a contented smile playing on your lips. LaMelo leaned over to kiss your forehead. “Told you to let me work my magic,” he said smugly, earning a playful swat from you.

“You're so annoying, I can't stand you sometimes,” you said with a laugh, fixing your disheveled lingerie.

“But you love it, can't get enough of it,” LaMelo shot back, tucking in his shirt and fastening his pants with a grin. He knew he had a way of driving you crazy, both in the bedroom and out, but it was all part of your dynamic. The two of you bickered like an old married couple, but the love between you was undeniable.

“Whatever,” you said, your tone sarcastic. But you couldn’t hide the sparkle in your eyes. “I need to get ready for this party.”

“Take your sweet time, baby, we got all night,” LaMelo winked at you and stood up, adjusting his clothing.

[mariposa-writes]

Good Sleep - LaMelo Ball

Summary: hate writing these, so just read and find out.

A/N: This man is the love of my life (and his brothers).

It was hard, dating an NBA player. Not that it was Melo's fault. He tried to make things as easy as possible. He called whenever he could, making sure to at least check in on me once a day.

It wasn't like I made things any easier. I took a lot of pride in my job and it felt like a lot of the time when he was home, I was busy working.

Which is what I am currently doing. Its around midnight, when I hear the garage open, I know it's Melo. His team was supposed to get back earlier tonight, but their flight got delayed due to weather.

After a few minutes he enters our room. I moved in with him a 6 months ago, since I practically lived there full time anyways. We both also thought it would be a good way to spend more time together.

"Hey, babe." He says walking over to me and giving me a quick kiss on the lips. He heads into our bathroom, getting ready to shower. He hates how he feels after plane rides, always complaining about being dirty. "What are you working on?" He calls from the bathroom.

"Just work stuff." I respond, not having the time to explain. I have to have these reports ready by Monday. I'm a CFO for a major clothing company in the US. We are currently working on expanding to European countries.

Melo showers while I work and before I know it he's climbing into bed. "Babe," He whines, "when are you going to bed?"

"I don't know, soon." I answer, dismissively. He frowns, looking up at me from where he's laying.

"You work to hard. Your not even 22 and your the CFO for a major company. I worry you're gonna work yourself to death." Melo's always hated how hard I work. We've been dating since we were both 19.

I was getting ready to graduate college, when he was getting drafted into the NBA. Being born a genius helped me fast track my schooling and career.

I started interning with the company I currently work at when I was 17, the summer after my junior year. I started working with them when they were just a start up, but in the past four years they have rapidly grown and I've been a part of the process the whole way.

This company is like my baby and I'm the one that has to track everything to make sure we are achieving our goals. I never intended on working here this long, but I love the people I work with (the pay isn't bad either).

They promoted me to CFO when their old one left to work for a bigger company. What an idiot, they didn't have believe in the company and soon ours will be bigger than the one they are working for.

Three hours later and I'm still working, Melo's passed out. After he fell asleep I headed to the office he set up for me, not wanting to wake him.

I have a blanket wrapped around me, with my headphones in and a cup of hot chocolate sitting on the desk. Once I get this done, I'll be on Monday and present to our investors I will be on vacation for the next 9 days.

I haven't told Melo yet, wanting to surprise him since our schedules rarely line up.

I look up from my computer, when I see the hallway light turn on. I take my headphones out, knowing it's Melo. He walks into my office, frowning. "Babe, go to bed." He groans.

"Ok, just give me a few minutes."

"Nope, you always say that and then a few minutes turn into another hour or two and then you're only getting like 2 hours of sleep before you head into the office." He walks over and shuts my laptop, before pulling me out of the chair.

I whine and protest the whole way back to our bed, but he doesn't seem to care. He makes me lay down and tucks me in like I'm a little kid, before climbing in bed next to me.

Once he's in bed his, arm wraps around my waist as he pulls me closer resting his head on my stomach. "Finally, I can sleep now."

"You've been asleep this whole time." I argue.

"Yea, but now I'll get good sleep. I only get good sleep when you're with me." I smile, even though he can't see me. I continue playing with his hair, before we both drift of to sleep in each other's arms.

[j-worlds-blog]

Baby fever 🤒

Lately Melo has been on a high sex drive. Usually it was normal for him to be horny here and there, but for the past week it’s been none stop sex day and night.

Tonight you were getting ready for bed while Melo was cleaning up the living room after y’all just watched a movie. You were really tired and ready for bed, you worked a 8 hour shift and just watched a 2 hour movie, and you have to be up at 6:30 in the morning. Now of course Lamelo knew you were tired so he came upstairs and got settled in bed too. After a few minutes you finally drifted off to sleep, but your sleep was interrupted by someone (or something) poking you in the backside.

Baby stop poking me please, I was sleeping good.

Sorry mamas can’t help it

Melo I’m tired, please stop messing around

Mamas please it’ll be quick, I’ll do all the work.

Lamelo!

Please baby just go back to sleep and I’ll be gentle

Fine, but if you get rough your sleeping in the guest room

Ok thx baby

Melo slid your panties to the side and pushed his way in slowly, he couldn’t stop thinking about how you would look with your belly full and round while carrying his child, one of his teammates just has a baby and he couldn’t help but try to get you pregnant every chance he got. Even though he hasn’t told you how he felt, he figured you felt the same. As he was thinking of your body being different, like your boobs swelling twice the size they already were, he could feel you clench on his dick as you were falling in and out of consciousness, he tried to stay quiet as he came close to his nut. Thrusting into you a few more times and then spilling himself all into you. He kept himself inside you so none would fall out. Then he fell asleep short after.

When you woke up early the next morning you were sore, you made a mental note to tell Melo that you needed a break from any sexual activity for a while. You were having a hard time enjoying it when you weren’t even recovered from your previous actions. You had a feeling as why he was fucking you like a rabid animal every chance he got, his friend just had a baby and was saying how wonderful fatherhood has been so far, of course Melo took everything to heart, so he was trying to get you pregnant. So you made a decision to talk to him about it when you got home from work.

You got home around 4:00 and decided to make a simple dinner, spaghetti and salad. As you were cooking you heard Melo coming in through the garage.

Hey mama watcha cooking

Hey baby, I’m making some spaghetti and salad

Mm sound good, but you know what else sounds good?

He came up to you and put his arms around your waist.

Baby listen, I love having sex with you, I really do, but it isn’t exactly enjoyable when we do it three times a day all week long. I need a break honey, I’m really sore.

Oh, I’m sorry babe I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just really been enjoying having time with you before i have to leave for a game.

Melo.. I know that’s not the whole reason. I know you want a baby. But you nutting in me everyday isn’t gonna make it happen faster.

I’m sorry, I know I should’ve told you, I just get jealous when everybody talks about how great fatherhood is, I wanna experience it.

I know baby, but we’re still young, we got plenty of time to have plenty of kids. Just give me a few days to heal and then we can try again.

Okay, but next time I’m making love to you baby.

Mmm sounds great, now let’s eat.

The end. I hope you like it, and leave comments and more requests 💜

[excusemejb]

Lamelo Ball imagine-

Summary: Naomi signs her little brother up for the big brother club, but is intrigued by her brother’s mentor.

"You're going to be fine" she reassured while fixing Nalo's collar. How did you fold your collar inside out? She thought to herself in pure confusion.

Looking back up she notices the anxious look on her brother's face. "Nalo they are going to love you, someone in there will be so excited to have you as a little brother okay"? He nods and straightens up.

"I'll be back in two hours and we'll go grab food at Inizio Pizza". "INIZIO PIZZA?!" Nalo squeals excitedly. "Only if you give this big brother thing a try" she said trying to persuade him.

"I should've known there was a catch" Nalo says as he walks into the building. "I love you too" Naomi says breathlessly from laughing.

He just turns around and smiles.

That's my boy.

•<3<3<3•

Lamelo sat on the bleachers as he mindlessly scrolls through twitter waiting for pairings to start. When he hears a small voice yell "That's too easy!".

He looks up to see a kid absolutely dominating the basketball court, obviously too talented for his competition. He posts a tweet and waits until they are done then he approached him.

"You was out there going crazy man!" Melo says as he puts his hand on the young boy's shoulder.

The kid turns around and his eyes widen. Melo smiles in amusement and says "what's your name?" "I'm Nalo Pierce" reaching his hand out to shake.

"Maybe I can teach you some moves." Melo scoffs "teach ME some moves?! okay show me something".

Nalo starts to dribble the ball while Melo lazily defends not taking him seriously. Which causes Nalo to go in for the layup. Melo laughs "Okay youngin, my ball".

Melo starts to dribble the ball up the court when Nalo comes in and steals the ball causing a turnover. He then runs to the three point line to bank in a three while doing his head tap celebration at Melo.

This kid is hilarious.

Melo does his high pitched scream while laughing hysterically. Nalo comes over smirking ready to tell him off but they are interrupted by the organizer.

"How's it going over here?" asked Brian. "Great, just getting to know my little brother" Melo says looking down smiling at Nalo. Nalo glanced down bashfully as Brian walks away.

"Little brother?" he asks. Melo's face contorts from confusion to realization when he blurts out "I just assumed you'd want to pair with me, if you don't it's fine it's really up to-". "I'd like that", Nalo says calmly.

Bro pulling my heart strings I don't like it.

Clearing his throat, Melo grabs the ball and says "1v1?".

"Are you sure you can handle it cus I gave you the business earlier" Nalo taunts.

"Mannn you got lucky, I wasn't even trying" Melo said as he kissed his teeth.

"Of course that's what happened" Nalo sarcastically says grabbing the ball from Melo getting into position.

What have I gotten myself into?

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Naomi rushes into the recreation center to pick up Nalo. Walking through the zig zags of the hall gets too confusing as she rushes past every door until she sees a gym.

She peeks through the glass to see Nalo and a man sitting on basketballs with their backs turned toward her. She gently opens the door and walks in slowly hoping to surprise her brother. As she approaches she picks up on their conversation.

"-yeah so now I'm in Charlotte like you, playing basketball, having fun, and I'm getting pizza later. Life's good you know what I mean?" She heard Nalo say.

The guy laughs before replying "yeah, I know what you mean".

"I know what you mean too" Naomi announces. Turning around quickly Nalo runs to her and gives her the biggest hug known to man. "You're late.." he says expecting an answer. "Sorry the meeting went a little longer than expected" she says turning her attention to the man waiting patiently.

"I really hope he wasn't too much trouble he can be a handful sometimes" Naomi says apologetically. "Oh not at all but he's quite the trash talker" Melo laughs.

"Oh don't get me started I already know" Naomi dismisses.

They share a laugh before shaking hands. "Naomi Pierce, the sister". "Lamelo Ball, the mentor".

Looking up at him she admires his features, his handsome features. The eyes. The smile. Those lips... Snapping out of her thoughts as his tongue licks his lips. "You're really tall" she said hoping he didn't see her checking him out.

"I'm a professional basketball player the height helps, I taught this one here all he knows" he said pointing to Nalo jokingly. "More like I taught you" Nalo said not even bothering to glance up from his phone.

Naomi and Melo burst out into laughter, as they sobered up Naomi says "It was nice meeting you Lamelo".

"It was nice meeting you too...very nice" not even trying to be subtle as he looks her up and down.

Oh he's bold.

Nalo daps him up and walks towards the exit. "The pizza isn't going to eat itself come on" he says impatiently.

"Okay okay I'm coming, impatient creature!". Naomi replies while speed walking towards the exit. Almost there she turns and waves goodbye to Melo. He waves back but her car alarm starts to blare the culprit being Nalo.

"If he doesn't show up to big brother's club one day don't wonder why" she says running out of the gym.

Melo laughs before shaking his head and turning around to put up shots.

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The buzz of the Spectrum Center feels electric tonight. Maybe it’s the high stakes of the game, or maybe it’s just the way Lilah’s energy rubs off on you—effortless and magnetic, like she was born to thrive under these arena lights. You sit beside her, court-side, her gold bracelets jingling softly as she waves to someone across the court. Her husband, Miles is warming up, all easy confidence and sharp focus. He catches Lilah’s eye, grins, and points toward the two of you, a silent “this one’s for you.”

Lilah leans in, her voice just audible above the noise. “Miles is going to kill it tonight. He always does when I’m here.” She nudges you playfully. “You’re my lucky charm, though, so don’t go thinking you’re off the hook.”

You laugh, shifting in your seat as the players take their positions. Basketball’s never been your scene, but when Lilah called and begged you to come as her plus-one, you couldn’t say no. Something about her insistence—“You need to get out more!”—made it impossible to refuse. And now, as the lights dim and the announcer’s voice booms through the arena, you’re glad you came. The energy is infectious, the atmosphere electric.

Then, your attention shifts.

Number one, LaMelo Ball, steps onto the court. He’s hard to miss—tall, sharp-cut features, and an aura that makes it seem like he knows everyone’s watching him. Which, let’s be honest, they probably are. He moves with a kind of casual arrogance, his presence larger than life even among his teammates. You’ve heard his name a dozen times, always tied to words like prodigy or superstar, but seeing him in person is something else entirely.

And then it happens.

As if sensing your gaze, he glances your way. It’s quick, just a flicker, but enough for his eyes to find yours. Time slows—or maybe it’s just your imagination—because for a moment, it feels like he’s staring straight through the noise and chaos of the arena, right at you. There’s something in his expression—curiosity, intrigue—that makes your breath hitch.

He smirks, the corner of his mouth lifting in a way that’s almost imperceptible, then turns his attention back to the court. But you notice the difference immediately. His movements become sharper, his energy more focused. Every pass, every shot, every step is precise, like he’s putting on a show and you’re the intended audience.

Lilah nudges you again. “I think LaMelo just checked you out.”

You laugh it off, but your pulse betrays you, thudding a little too hard against your ribs. You’re overthinking it, you tell yourself. It’s just a coincidence, an accident.

On the court, LaMelo thrives in the rhythm of the game. He’s always been good at this—reading plays, threading passes, finding space where none should exist. But tonight, something feels different. There’s a spark under his skin, a hum that makes every move sharper, every decision quicker. He knows exactly why.

Between plays, he glances toward the courtside seats again, where you’re sitting with Lilah Bridges. He doesn’t even know your name, but he can’t stop looking. There’s something about the way you’re perched there, so effortlessly composed, your laugh soft but luminous whenever Lilah says something funny. The arena lights hit your face just right, making you impossible to miss, even with the chaos of the game surrounding him.

“Yo, Melo,” Miles mutters during a timeout, smirking as he catches LaMelo glancing toward the sideline. “You good? You’ve been zoned in all night.”

LaMelo grabs a water bottle and takes a quick sip, playing it cool. “I’m always locked in.”

Miles doesn’t let up, chuckling as he leans closer. “Nah, not like this. You’ve been balling like you got something to prove. Who’s got you locked in like that?” He follows LaMelo’s line of sight, and when his gaze lands on you, his grin widens. “Ahhh, I see. You’re been peepin’ Lilah’s friend.”

LaMelo doesn’t confirm or deny it, but the way he smirks back says enough. “Who is she?” he asks, keeping his voice low, casual.

Miles shrugs, wiping his face with a towel. “That’s Lilah’s girl. She’s cool, real chill. Don’t know if she’s your type, though.”

LaMelo raises an eyebrow, his confidence peeking through. “What makes you think she’s not my type?”

Miles laughs, shaking his head. “Man, I’m just saying. She doesn’t seem like the type to get caught up in all... this.” He gestures vaguely to the court, the arena, the larger-than-life spectacle that comes with being LaMelo Ball.

LaMelo doesn’t respond right away. Instead, he lets his eyes drift back to you, the corner of his mouth twitching upward when he catches you clapping at something Lilah says. There’s something about you that feels... different. It’s not just the way you look, though that’s definitely a big part of it. It’s the way you carry yourself, like you’re perfectly content to stay in the background, even though the spotlight would suit you just fine.

“She doesn’t have to get caught up in all this,” he finally says, dribbling the ball idly as the timeout winds down. “I just wanna know her name.”

Miles shakes his head, chuckling. “Good luck with that, man. Lilah’s probably gonna run interference if she thinks you’re trying to pull something.”

LaMelo grins, his confidence unwavering. “Guess I’ll just have to ask her myself.”

When the whistle blows and the game resumes, he’s locked in again—but this time, it’s with a purpose. He’s not just playing for the win. He’s playing to make sure he earns your attention, the same way you’ve unknowingly captured his.

The ball is in his hands again, and LaMelo moves like the court is his stage. Each dribble echoes, every pass and shot calculated to perfection. He’s already good at this—great, even—but tonight, he’s playing like he’s got something to prove. To himself? Maybe. To you? Definitely.

He steals a glance toward the sideline during a lull in the game. You’re still there, leaning slightly toward Lilah as the two of you talk. Whatever she just said has you laughing, your head tilted back, a hand coming up to cover your mouth as if to stifle the sound. It’s unguarded, genuine. LaMelo feels his focus falter for half a second, his gaze lingering just a little too long.

“Yo, stay with me!” His teammate barks as he claps his hands, trying to pull LaMelo’s attention back to the game.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” LaMelo says, waving him off. And he is good—better than good, actually. He’s in a rhythm now, and the team is feeding off his energy. Every basket he scores gets the crowd louder, and every assist he dishes out has the bench on their feet.

But you’re still there, just at the edge of his vision, a quiet distraction that’s becoming harder to ignore.

By halftime, the Hornets are up by ten, and the arena is buzzing with excitement. LaMelo plops down on the bench, catching his breath. Sweat drips from his hairline, and he swipes at it with a towel. As the coaches huddle the team together, his thoughts drift back to you.

Miles is the first to notice. Again.

“You ain’t slick, bro,” Miles says, shaking his head with a grin as he grabs a Gatorade. “I saw you peeking at her all through the second quarter.”

LaMelo scoffs, though he doesn’t bother denying it. “I wasn’t peeking. I was glancing. Big difference.”

Miles laughs, the sound low and knowing. “Whatever you gotta tell yourself. I’m just saying—don’t let Coach catch you getting distracted out here.”

“I’m not distracted,” LaMelo shoots back, leaning forward and lacing his fingers together. His smirk is quick, confident. “I’m locked in. You see the score?”

“Yeah, yeah, we see it,” Miles says, rolling his eyes. “But don’t think I didn’t catch you asking about her earlier. You really gonna make a move on Lilah’s friend?”

“Why not?” LaMelo’s answer is immediate, like he’s already decided.

Miles shakes his head, taking another sip of his drink. “She doesn’t look like the type to fall for all that charm you’re so proud of.”

LaMelo just grins, leaning back against the bench as the coaches wrap up their halftime pep talk. “Good. That’s the fun part.”

The game resumes, and LaMelo’s energy is sharper than ever. The crowd roars with every shot he makes, every assist he dishes. He’s putting on a clinic, and it’s impossible not to notice. The announcers are hyped, the fans are on their feet, and even his teammates are feeding off his fire.

And yet, every time he scores, his eyes flicker back to you.

It’s subtle—so quick that most people wouldn’t catch it—but Miles does. And so does Lilah, apparently. By the fourth quarter, she’s leaning over to whisper something to you, a sly smile on her face. You glance toward the court briefly, and for a split second, your eyes meet LaMelo’s again.

That’s when he knows.

The final buzzer sounds, and the Hornets walk off the court victorious. The energy in the arena is electric, fans cheering as the players exchange high-fives and congratulations. But LaMelo’s already thinking about the afterparty.

As he heads to the locker room, he catches up with Miles. “So, what’s the move tonight?”

Miles raises an eyebrow. “Why you asking me? You don’t usually roll through these things like that.”

LaMelo shrugs, keeping his tone casual. “Just curious. Lilah’s coming, right?”

“Yeah,” Miles says slowly, catching on. “And I’m guessing her friend will be there too?”

LaMelo doesn’t answer, but the look on his face says it all.

Miles chuckles, shaking his head as they head down the tunnel. “Man, you’re bold. Good luck with that one. She’s way out of your league.”

LaMelo smirks, the challenge lighting a spark in his chest. “No such thing as out of my league.”

As he steps into the locker room, his mind is already racing. He doesn’t know much about you yet—just the way you look when you laugh and the fact that you’ve already got him playing like he’s got something to prove.

But he’s determined to find out more.

The afterparty is in full swing by the time you and Lilah walk in, the pulsing bass of the music vibrating through the floor as laughter and conversation fill the space. It’s one of those places that feels effortlessly cool—dim lights, plush leather seating, and enough space for the players to spread out without it feeling cramped. You weren’t planning to have too much fun tonight, but the energy in the room is infectious.

Lilah tugs you along toward the bar, her arm looped through yours. “Okay, first rule of these parties,” she says, grinning as she leans in close, “always let me order your first drink. Miles swears I have good luck when it comes to the bartenders.”

You laugh, watching as she flags someone down with a wave and effortlessly orders for both of you. A minute later, a glass of something bright and fizzy is pressed into your hand. You take a sip, pleasantly surprised by how smooth it is, the citrusy kick warming you from the inside.

“Good, right?” Lilah asks, already sipping hers.

You nod, letting the drink loosen you up as you glance around the room. The players are scattered across the space, some tucked into booths with their significant others, others leaning against the bar, laughing and clinking glasses. It’s easy to spot LaMelo. He’s tall, for one thing, but it’s more than that. He has this magnetism about him, like the energy of the room shifts wherever he goes.

And right now, his attention is on you.

You notice it immediately—the way his eyes seem to find you no matter where you stand. He’s subtle about it, leaning casually against the bar as he talks to one of his teammates, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. But every so often, his gaze flickers in your direction, lingering just a beat too long before returning to his conversation.

At first, you try to brush it off. He’s probably like this with everyone, you tell yourself. Smooth, confident, the kind of guy who knows the effect he has on people. But the longer it goes on, the harder it is to ignore. Each glance feels deliberate, like he’s testing the waters, waiting to see how you’ll react.

And you can’t help it—you start to react.

You catch yourself standing a little straighter, your laugh a little more unguarded, the occasional glance in his direction just to see if he’s still looking. He always is. It’s a game, one that you didn’t realize you’d started playing, but now that you’re in it, you can’t seem to stop.

“Okay, spill,” Lilah says suddenly, pulling you out of your thoughts. She’s leaning against the bar beside you, her lips curled into a knowing smile.

“Spill what?” you ask, trying to sound casual as you take another sip of your drink.

She tilts her head toward LaMelo, who’s still standing across the room, his attention now fully on you. “Don’t play dumb. I saw the way you two were eyeing each other. What’s the deal?”

“There’s no deal,” you say quickly, but the heat rising to your cheeks betrays you.

“Uh-huh.” Lilah doesn’t look convinced. “He’s been staring at you all night, and don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you keep looking back.”

“I’m not—” you start to protest, but she cuts you off with a laugh.

“Relax,” she says, her tone playful. “I’m not judging. I mean, it’s LaMelo. He’s... well, you’ve seen him. But I’m just saying, if you’re into it, I’d say the interest is mutual.”

You glance back toward him, and sure enough, his eyes meet yours. This time, he doesn’t look away. Instead, he raises his glass slightly in a silent toast, his smirk deepening when you feel yourself falter under his gaze. There’s something disarming about the way he looks at you—confident but not cocky, curious but not overbearing.

“See?” Lilah teases, nudging you with her elbow. “I told you.”

You shake your head, laughing softly as you turn your attention back to her. “I’m just here to have a good time, Lilah. That’s all.”

“And you should,” she says, her smile widening. “But just so you know, if you’re not careful, he’s going to be the highlight of your night.”

You don’t respond, but the way your pulse quickens at her words tells you she might be right.

The party is in full swing now, the music loud enough to vibrate through the soles of your heels, and the energy in the room has shifted into something more electric. A few drinks in, you’re feeling looser, lighter. Lilah’s infectious laughter and Miles’s constant teasing have you at ease, your initial hesitations about the night fading into the background.

You’re seated now, perched on one of the low leather couches with Lilah on one side and Miles on the other, their banter flying back and forth like a friendly game of verbal ping-pong. You chime in every now and then, mostly to laugh or roll your eyes at one of Miles’s exaggerated stories about life on the road with the team.

“Tell me I’m lying,” Miles says, leaning back with a triumphant grin after his latest tale.

“You’re lying,” Lilah shoots back immediately, taking a sip of her drink.

You laugh, shaking your head as you reach for your own glass. The world around you feels pleasantly fuzzy, the edges softened by the buzz in your veins.

“Y’all don’t believe anything I say,” Miles grumbles, though his tone is more amused than annoyed.

“We believe the parts that make sense,” you counter, flashing him a teasing smile.

“Oh, she’s got jokes now,” Miles says, nudging you with his elbow. “Lilah, where’d you find her? She’s got a little spice.”

Lilah grins, leaning toward you conspiratorially. “You should see her when she’s really on a roll. She’ll have you questioning your whole life.”

You laugh again, the sound light and unguarded. It’s been a while since you’ve felt this carefree, and you let yourself sink into it, the atmosphere wrapping around you like a warm blanket.

But then, out of the corner of your eye, you see him.

LaMelo.

He’s making his way across the room, his long strides purposeful but not rushed. He’s dressed casually—ripped jeans, a designer jacket, and a chain that catches the light just right—but there’s something about the way he carries himself that makes him impossible to ignore.

“Yo, Miles,” LaMelo calls out as he approaches, his voice cutting through the hum of the party.

Miles looks up, grinning as he leans back against the couch. “What’s good, Melo?”

LaMelo stops in front of the group, his hands tucked into his pockets as he nods toward Miles. “Just making my rounds. What’re you over here talking about?”

“Oh, you know, just telling these ladies about how I carried you last season,” Miles says, his grin widening.

LaMelo rolls his eyes, his smile lazy and amused. “Yeah, sure. That’s why your stats were looking real pedestrian, huh?”

Lilah laughs, nudging Miles. “Don’t let him come over here and do you like that.”

“I’m gonna let him have it,” Miles says with a wave of his hand. “Only because I’m in a good mood.”

LaMelo chuckles, his gaze sliding over to you for the first time. His smile softens, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch.

“And who’s this?” he asks, his voice dropping just slightly, the playful lilt in his tone unmistakable.

Lilah jumps in before you can answer, her grin smug. “This is my girl. Be nice, Melo.”

LaMelo raises his hands in mock surrender, his eyes still on you. “I’m always nice.”

You can’t help but smile, the warmth of his attention settling over you like a spotlight. “I’m [Your Name],” you say, your voice steady despite the way your pulse has quickened.

“LaMelo,” he says, extending a hand toward you. His fingers are warm when they close around yours, his grip firm but not overpowering.

“I know,” you say, the words slipping out before you can stop them.

His smile deepens, a flash of teeth that somehow feels both charming and dangerous. “You know, huh? Should I be flattered or nervous?”

“Depends,” you reply, your lips curving into a sly smile. “Do you usually get nervous when someone knows who you are?”

Miles lets out a low whistle, shaking his head as he looks between the two of you. “Oh, this is about to be good.”

LaMelo chuckles, leaning slightly closer, though he’s careful not to invade your space. “I don’t get nervous,” he says, his tone easy but confident. “But I gotta admit, you got me curious now.”

“Curious about what?” you ask, tilting your head slightly.

“About you,” he says simply. “Lilah’s been holding out on me.”

“Oh, don’t drag me into this,” Lilah says, laughing as she raises her hands. “You can ask her whatever you want. I’m staying out of it.”

The conversation flows easily after that, his questions playful but sincere, your answers just teasing enough to keep him on his toes. The world around you fades, the music and the chatter of the party becoming a distant hum as you go back and forth.

Every now and then, you catch Lilah watching you, a small, knowing smile on her face. You can feel the heat of LaMelo’s gaze every time he looks at you, and you’re not sure if it’s the drinks or the chemistry between you, but you find yourself leaning into it, letting the moment stretch and unfold in ways you hadn’t anticipated.

And when he laughs—low and genuine—you realize you don’t mind it at all.

As the conversation flows, Lilah gives you a sly smile and stands, tugging on Miles’s arm. “Come on, babe, let’s grab another round,” she says, her tone overly casual.

Miles glances at her, then at you and LaMelo, and smirks knowingly. “Oh, I see how it is. Melo’s about to show off his ‘game,’ huh?”

“Go,” Lilah says, rolling her eyes and shoving his shoulder lightly. She looks at you one last time, her expression smug. “Have fun, girl.”

You watch them disappear into the crowd, your laugh trailing after them, but the moment they’re gone, you feel the shift in the air. It’s subtle, like the space between you and LaMelo suddenly carries a different weight.

“Guess it’s just us now,” LaMelo says, leaning back against the couch with an easy confidence.

“Looks like it,” you reply, glancing at him over the rim of your glass.

“So,” he starts, stretching the word out as his eyes flicker over you with a mix of curiosity and amusement, “how long you been friends with Lilah?”

You set your glass down on the low table in front of you and cross your legs, meeting his gaze head-on. “Long enough to know she’s trouble.”

He chuckles, the sound low and warm. “Yeah, Miles says the same thing, but I think they balance each other out.”

“Definitely,” you agree, your lips curving into a small smile. “She keeps him in check, though. You should’ve seen her last week when he left his sneakers in the living room. I thought she was going to throw them out the window.”

LaMelo laughs, shaking his head. “Miles? Yeah, that sounds about right. Dude’s messy as hell. He leaves his stuff everywhere in the locker room too.”

You raise an eyebrow, tilting your head slightly. “And you’re not messy?”

He smirks, leaning forward a bit. “I didn’t say that. But I’m smarter about it. I know when to clean up.”

“Oh, so you’re strategic about your messiness,” you tease, the corner of your mouth twitching upward.

“Exactly,” he says, his grin widening. “You get it.”

There’s a pause, not awkward but charged, the kind of silence that feels more like a question waiting to be answered. His eyes stay locked on yours, the intensity of his gaze softened by the hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“You’re not what I expected,” he says finally, his tone thoughtful.

You blink, surprised. “What do you mean?”

He shrugs, leaning back again, his arms draped casually along the top of the couch. “I don’t know. Most people at these parties, they’re either trying too hard to impress or acting like they don’t care at all. But you… you’re different.”

“Different how?” you ask, narrowing your eyes slightly.

He tilts his head, studying you like he’s trying to solve a puzzle. “You’re real. Like, you’re here, but you’re not trying to be seen, you know? And you’re funny. Most people wouldn’t call me out for being messy two minutes into a conversation.”

You laugh, feeling a flush of warmth creep up your neck. “Well, maybe you’re just easy to tease.”

“Oh, I am?” he asks, his eyebrows lifting in mock surprise.

“Definitely,” you say, your tone playful. “You’ve got that vibe.”

“What vibe?”

“The kind that says you’re used to getting your way, so you don’t know what to do when someone gives you a hard time.”

He lets out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. “Damn, you don’t hold back, huh?”

“Not really,” you admit, shrugging. “But you don’t seem to mind.”

“I don’t,” he says, his voice softening just enough to make your stomach flip. “I like it.”

For a moment, the world around you seems to fade, the noise of the party dulling to a distant hum. He’s leaning slightly closer now, his elbows resting on his knees as he looks at you like you’re the most interesting thing in the room. And maybe it’s the drinks or the way his smile feels like a secret he’s letting you in on, but you find yourself leaning in too, just enough to match his energy.

“What about you?” he asks suddenly, breaking the silence.

“What about me?”

“Why are you here tonight?”

You laugh softly, gesturing toward the general chaos of the party. “Lilah dragged me, obviously.”

“Obviously,” he echoes, his smile turning teasing. “But you’re staying. That means something.”

“Maybe I just like good company,” you counter, raising an eyebrow.

“And am I good company?” he asks, his tone dipping just enough to make your pulse quicken.

You meet his gaze, holding it for a beat longer than you probably should. “You’re okay,” you say finally, your lips curving into a teasing smile.

“Just okay?” he asks, feigning offense as he presses a hand to his chest. “Damn, I thought I was doing better than that.”

“You could be,” you reply, leaning back and crossing your arms. “Guess you’ll have to step up your game.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “Alright, I see how it is. You’re a challenge.”

“Is that a... bad thing?”

“Not at all,” he says, his grin softening into something more genuine. “I like a challenge.”

And just like that, the banter shifts into something deeper, the playful teasing giving way to a quieter connection. You can feel it in the way he looks at you, like he’s trying to memorize every detail, and in the way your own walls start to lower, letting him in just a little more than you expected.

And for the first time that night, you wonder if Lilah was right. Maybe this party was worth it after all.

The night deepens, the party’s energy settling into a comfortable rhythm as conversations grow louder and laughter fills the spaces between songs. The buzz of a few drinks has made everything feel lighter, easier, and you find yourself more at ease than you’ve been in a while.

LaMelo is right there with you, his laughter rich and unrestrained, his eyes lighting up every time you say something witty. You’ve lost track of time somewhere between his playful teasing and the stories you’ve been swapping, your banter feeling less like a first meeting and more like reconnecting with someone you’ve known forever.

“You fell off a jet ski because... you weren’t paying attention?” you say, your laughter bubbling over as he shakes his head, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips.

“I wasn’t paying attention because my brother was trying to race me!” he defends, leaning forward as if his explanation will make it sound less ridiculous.

“And how’d that work out for you?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

He laughs, shrugging. “It didn’t. Clearly.”

You shake your head, the grin on your face refusing to fade. “You’re a mess, you know that?”

“I’ve been told,” he says, his gaze steady on yours. There’s something in his tone, in the way he looks at you right then, that sends a small thrill through you.

As the conversation flows, the space between you feels smaller, even though neither of you has moved. The music thumps steadily in the background, but it’s like you’ve created your own bubble, the party fading into a distant hum.

At some point, Lilah and Miles return to your little corner, Lilah plopping down next to you with an exaggerated sigh. “Okay, I’m officially tired,” she announces, though the glint in her eye suggests she’s anything but.

“You’re always tired,” Miles teases, slinging an arm around her shoulders.

“Don’t start,” she warns, though her smile softens the words. Her gaze flickers between you and LaMelo, and you can see the gears turning in her head.

“What?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at her suspicious expression.

“Nothing,” she says, dragging the word out as she leans closer. “Just noticing how much fun you’re having over here.”

“Lilah,” you warn, though you can’t hide the small smile tugging at your lips.

“Don’t mind her,” LaMelo says, his voice easy and warm. “She’s just jealous I’m better company than she is.”

“Oh, please,” Lilah scoffs, though she looks thoroughly entertained. “Anyway, we’re heading out soon. You two wrapping this up or what?”

You glance at LaMelo, unsure how to answer, but he beats you to it. “Not yet,” he says simply, his eyes still on you.

Miles chuckles, standing and pulling Lilah to her feet. “Alright, we’ll leave you to it. Don’t have too much fun now.”

“We won’t,” you say, rolling your eyes as they walk away, though you can feel your cheeks heating.

LaMelo leans back, his expression unreadable for a moment before he smiles. “You good?”

“Yeah,” you say, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “They’re just... nosy.”

“They mean well,” he says, his tone easy. “But they’re definitely nosy.”

You laugh, and just like that, the playful atmosphere returns. Another round of drinks later, you’re both laughing over some absurd story he’s telling about a teammate, the kind of laughter that makes your stomach ache and your eyes water. You can’t remember the last time you felt this comfortable with someone so quickly, and it’s equal parts exhilarating and terrifying.

As the night winds down, you find yourself sitting closer to him than you were before, the warmth of his presence almost tangible. When the conversation finally slows, he looks at you, his expression softening.

“This was fun,” he says, his voice quieter than it’s been all night.

“It was,” you agree, smiling.

“I should probably let you go before Lilah comes back and drags you out of here,” he says, though there’s a reluctant note in his tone.

“Probably,” you say, but neither of you moves right away.

After a beat, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, holding it out to you. “Here. Put your number in.”

You hesitate for only a second before taking it, your fingers tapping at the screen as you save your contact. When you hand it back, he glances at it, his smile widening just slightly. “Got it.”

You stand together, and he walks you toward where Lilah and Miles are waiting near the entrance. LaMelo lingers as you say your goodbyes, his hands tucked into his pockets and that easy smile still on his face.

“You heading out too?” Miles asks, clapping LaMelo on the back.

“Yeah, in a bit,” he says, his eyes flickering to you briefly.

As you step outside into the cool night air, Lilah hooks her arm through yours, a knowing smile on her face. “Well, that went better than I expected,” she says as you walk toward the car.

“What do you mean?” you ask, though you can feel your heart beating a little faster.

“I mean,” she says, drawing the word out, “that Melo doesn’t usually exchange phone numbers. He usually... invites girls over.”

“Oh,” you say, your voice softer than you intended.

“Oh,” Lilah mimics, her grin widening. “Girl, he’s interested. And don’t act like you’re not, too.”

You don’t reply, but the small smile that creeps across your face says more than words ever could.

The morning sunlight filtered through your curtains, warm but unwelcome as it coaxed you awake. You squinted at the brightness, groaning softly as you turned over in bed. The faint hum of last night’s energy still lingered in your veins, memories of laughter and teasing banter replaying in fragments. Your mind, unbidden, drifted back to LaMelo. The way his smile had crinkled the corners of his eyes, the low timbre of his laugh, the quiet confidence that seemed to fill the space around him.

You reached for your phone on the nightstand, swiping it open almost instinctively. No messages. Your stomach sank a little, disappointment curling low in your chest. Not that you were expecting anything—not really. Still, you’d exchanged numbers. It wasn’t unreasonable to think he’d reach out. A simple “good morning” or a follow-up joke from last night. Something.

But the screen stayed blank.

With a huff, you tossed the phone aside, telling yourself it didn’t matter. You barely knew him. He owed you nothing. And yet, you couldn’t ignore the slight pang of rejection. Shaking off the feeling, you got out of bed and set about your day, throwing yourself into work to keep your mind from wandering too much.

The next few days passed in a blur of tasks and deadlines. You kept busy—busier than usual, if only to distract yourself from the lingering thoughts of LaMelo. You told yourself you weren’t thinking about him, that you didn’t care whether he texted or not. But every time your phone buzzed, your heart betrayed you, skipping a beat before you realized it was just an email or a message from Lilah.

By midweek, you’d all but convinced yourself to forget about him entirely. Clearly, whatever connection you thought you’d felt hadn’t been mutual. And that was fine. Disappointing, sure, but fine. You’d move on. You always did.

It was late afternoon when it happened. You were sitting at your desk, half-focused on your laptop while sipping from a cup of tea. Your phone vibrated on the table beside you, a faint buzz you almost ignored. But something made you glance over.

One new message.

You picked up the phone, the screen lighting up in your hand. And there it was.

hey, it’s lamelo

Two words. That was all it took to send your heart into an unreasonably giddy tailspin. You stared at the message, your mind scrambling for a response even as your pulse quickened. You tried to play it cool, telling yourself it wasn’t a big deal. But the stupid smile tugging at your lips betrayed you completely.

For a moment, you just held the phone, rereading the message as if it might disappear. Finally, you started typing back, deleting and retyping several times before settling on a response.

hi, took you long enough

You hesitated, your thumb hovering over the send button. Was that too flirty? Too casual? But before you could overthink it any further, you hit send, the message disappearing into the ether.

The wait for his reply felt endless, though it couldn’t have been more than a minute. When your phone buzzed again, your heart leapt.

had to make sure you’d still be interested

You laughed out loud, shaking your head at his audacity. It was classic LaMelo—cocky but somehow charming enough to pull it off.

and what if i wasn’t? you shot back, your fingers flying over the keyboard.

His response came almost immediately.

guess i’d have to work harder to change your mind

You smiled, biting your lip to keep from grinning too widely. If there was one thing LaMelo knew how to do, it was keep you on your toes. And, despite yourself, you realized you were more than okay with that.

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really need to be a wag for soccer player neteyam or basketball player lo'ak like just travel around look hot and watch them play thats the dream!

Fr I feel like he plays with Ao'nung in his free time with Ao'nung and they play together on the actual court too same team or not I imagine Lo'ak like lamelo ball tho in like so many aspects like but especially the way he acts cos like lamelo be acting like he high all the time and you can't look at Lo'ak and say he doesn't LOOK like he do the same

N I feel like neteyam would play football but him playing soccer is still so 😍 like I can see him kicking a soccer ball and especially sliding on his knees even when he not playing but I can also see him playing football especially when he not in a game he play at home with Lo'ak

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Looks like you’re also into vore? Which celebrity (by genre) would you most want to be eaten by? How would you want them to do it?

Yeah feel like its a match most of the time with fetishes

Actor: Cameron Monaghan (I imagine him as Cal Kestis using the force to pull me in and swallow me whole)

Singer: Josh Dun (it would be after a concert he would take me to the back for a private show and eventually swallow me whole as a snack)

Sports: Lamelo Ball (that smile could easily captivate me making me a slave ready to serve him after any game and once i run out of uses ill just become his next snack)

Youtuber: Jacksepticeye (we make a bet playing games and the loser does one thing for the winner i lose and he tells me to become his dinner)

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Lamelo Ball Net Worth: He Will Be Playing In Lithuania Still!

American professional basketball player LaMelo LaFrance Ball was born on August 22, 2001. He now plays for the Charlotte Hornets of the National Basketball Association (NBA). On August 22, 2001, he entered the world in Chino Hills, California. The Hornets used the third choice in the 2020 NBA draught to take him.

Lamelo Ball Net Worth

As an American professional basketball player, LaMelo Ball has amassed a net worth of $20 million. In August of 2001, LaMelo Ball entered our world in Chino Hills, California. He was born to LaVar Ball and is the brother of LaVar Ball and LiAngelo Ball. After appearing on the Facebook Watch show "Ball in the Family," he became a household name. Likewise, this article may pique your attention Four Good Days In high school, LaMelo Ball was a point guard for Chino Hills High, and later for the SPIRE Institute. MaxPreps' 2016 National Freshman of the Year. https://twitter.com/liverampup/status/1187587599512129537 2018 saw him split time between the Junior Basketball Association's Los Angeles Ballers and the Lithuanian Basketball League's Prienai. When LaMelo Ball played in the JBA in 2018, he was a top player and the league's MVP. He and his siblings were high school state champions, but he decided against attending UCLA to play basketball in favor of a career Down Under. The Hornets of Charlotte, North Carolina, used the third overall pick in the 2020 NBA draught to choose LaMelo. A two-year, $16 million deal with the club followed shortly after.

He Will Be Playing In Lithuania Still.

Ball has been pretty much left to his own devices, with lazy coaches and no one to help him. It shouldn't be a surprise that he's getting the worst possible 23, 8, and 6, and that he's not really getting better as much as he's just playing more.

Lamelo Ball Net Worth He's shooting a career-low 40 percent from the field (not from three), and half of his 20 shots are from deep. Kelly Oubre and Terry Rozier are the other players who can score for the team. Between them and Ball, they take nearly 60 shots per game and make just over 40 percent of them. Also, none of the three can make more than 36 percent of their threes, and they throw a whopping 26 per game. We hope you read this article George Clooney Net Worth I can't even imagine what it must be like to be on that team and have to watch those three lay bricks all night. It stinks. The Hornets have the worst offense, score the fewest points, and don't play any defense at all. As always, we appreciate your time and hope you like the post-Last Of Us Episode 6 Release Date. Again, you've had some bad luck... It's just hard to go from 43 wins to 15, and we're hoping for Victor Wembanyama because he might have the best chance of keeping Ball. The situation is so important for young players, and Vic or anyone else shouldn't show up at Ball running around with a tie on his head and hitting kids with a wooden spoon. https://youtu.be/1RuK51d885U Description If you are a fan of the series “Lamelo Ball Net Worth Read the full article

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melo & his assistant

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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BITCHHHHHHHH ugh yes. Sorry no NFSW yet 💀🥵

Anyway, taglist I’ll start including in all of my work: (sorry it’s not a rookie year update I promise that will come too 😊)

@lilah1903 @baddessbubble @ykiminlove @neighboorhoodwhore

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the favorite [2] - jayson tatum

♪ break from toronto ~ partynextdoor

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

warnings: none

word count: 1.7k +

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Your interactions with Jayson consisted of the hello’s and goodbye’s exchanged when he would pick up Deuce. It wasn’t really awkward, but pretending like the two of you didn’t kiss.

You wondered why he was acting weird, after all, he seemed just fine that day, after you kissed you chilled for a couple more minutes before he dropped you off back home. You waited for him to text you that night but he never did, so you figured he was tired.

But almost a week had passed by and you were fed up with only sending him small waves. You wanted to talk to him more, and hang with him and Deuce more.

Knowing you, you weren’t capable of making the first move, but if you wanted to talk to him, it was time to put on your big girl pants and fuck it.

You knew he had a game tonight, you’ve been secretly keeping up with his games and stuff, not in a stalker way, you were genuinely curious.

You sat with Deuce at dismissal time because he was five minutes late picking him up, so you decided to text him and let him know.

He told you that he wasn’t feeling well, so you being the nice person you are, offered to bring Deuce home. You weren’t complaining, this gave you a chance to hopefully have a conversation with him.

“Come on Deuce, your dad isn’t feeling good so I’ll take you home, yeah?” he nodded his head in response, you wondered if he was feeling sick too, he was looking a little more tired than usual.

Even though JT was stressing you out, you made sure to take care of him and Deuce, you figured out he had a cold, and Deuce wasn’t so far behind, the minute you arrived at their house, he complained about his throat hurting.

“Thank you for taking care of us, of me,” Jayson said from the couch, you were in the kitchen making them some soup since it's what you would make yourself when you felt sick, which wasn’t so often. He was laying on the couch, watching some episodes of Criminal Minds, which you didn’t take him as the Criminal Minds type, while Deuce was laying on the other couch watching something on his Ipad.

“It’s no problem, I don’t want both of you guys to sick,” you turned on the stove and walked over to the living room. Thankfully it was Friday so you didn’t have to worry about going back home so late.

“Listen, I know you were probably wondering why I never texted you or anything, it’s just-,” He started to talk before you cut him off.

“-Hey, it’s okay. You truly don’t have to explain yourself,” You obviously wanted an explanation, but you felt as if the only reason he was doing this was because you were there.

“No, I do. I can’t just make out with you and basically ghost you,” you slightly smiled at the mention of your makeout session. God, was he a good kisser.

“Right,” you nodded your head, not really sure of what to say.

“Not saying, that you’re like the others, like at all, but you obviously know the reason why most girls try to get close, which I don’t really care for at all, it’s Deuce,” You could already tell where this was going, which you weren’t mad about, he was a dad worried about his kid, “I don’t want to keep bringing girls around and then they’re not the one and Deuce gets attached you know?”

“I understand, Deuce is the most important thing to you, and you just wanna protect him,” you leaned back on the love chair that was next to the couch he was at, you took a sip of the coffee you made yourself, you needed the extra caffeine boost.

“See, at least you get it. My relationships don’t work because they don't understand that Deuce is and will always be my first priority,”

“I mean he is your kid, and they have to accept that. You can’t just get rid of him,” you shrewd your shoulders.

“Exactly, and it’s not that I let him control my love life, but I’m not going to have someone around him who isn’t the best person for him to be around,”

“Yeah, plus who wouldn’t like Deuce?”

“You’d be surprised, most girls don’t like having him around,” he shook his head, lowering the volume on the TV.

“They’re crazy, absolutely crazy,” you muttered before getting back up to check on the soup.

“Personally, I think that these girls,” you walked back with two bowls of soup in your hand, handing on to Jayson, and sitting down next to Deuce, “Are fucking stupid,”

“I put a little ice cube in it so it cools down a little okay?” You told Deuce before stirring the soup with your spoon and giving him some, “Is it too hot?”

“How are you so good with kids?” You were so focused on Deuce, that you didn’t notice Jayson staring at you the whole time.

“I don’t know, I’ve always liked kids and being around them. I used to babysit a lot too,” he nodded his head as you spoke, which was nice, it meant he was listening.

“So is there something you can’t do?”

“Whatchu mean?” you asked, clearly confused.

“You can cook, you’re good with kids, you’re fun to be around, you’re funny, and a good kisser,” He said making you blush.

“Oh please, stop hyping me up,” You shook your head as you walked back to the kitchen, now that Deuce was done, you could eat some too.

“If me being honest is hyping you up, then oh well,” he said making you laugh.

“You should be like Deuce and get some rest,” You said as you looked at Deuce, knocked out on the couch.

“Y/N, I’ve been sleeping all day, I’m fine,” he shook his head, “Plus, I’m not just gonna fall asleep and leave you alone, that’s rude,”

“It’s not rude Jayson, you’re sick, and don’t you have a game soon?”

“Yeah on Tuesday, so I’m hoping this is just a one or two-day thing. I don’t got time for this shit,”

You spent the rest of the day talking, he told you all sorts of different things, about Deuce’s mom, and his basketball careers, and other stuff.

“I’m gonna go put Deuce in bed, I’ll be back,” he said getting up before you stopped him.

“No, it’s fine, you rest. I need you to be better before this game, yeah?”

You carefully woke Deuce up so he could take a shower and then go to bed.

He walked you towards the bathroom since you didn’t know where anything was, “Deuce baby, we need to find you some clothes first,”

His room was huge, most definitely the size of your entire apartment. After you helped Deuce shower and put him to bed you walked back to the living room.

“If I kiss you will you get sick?” he asked making you laugh.

“I don’t know. Maybe? I don’t know,” you shrugged your shoulders, ready to sit back down where you were before he pulled you on top of him. His hands were on your waist, and due to your shirt rising up a little, his cold hands touching your skin made goosebumps rise throughout your skin.

“Stop what if I get sick?” you said dodging a kiss.

“Then I’ll take care of you,” he said before trying to kiss you again, only for you to turn your head.

“I have to work, Jayson,” you rolled your eyes.

“Then call out. Your entitled to have sick time,”

“Why are you like this?” You laughed when he was still trying to kiss you, you were gonna let him eventually, but it was cute seeing him try.

“Because I am, now stop playing,”

“Me? Playing? Ne-” he shut you up, lips against yours, your hands around his neck, while his were still on your waist, he finally shut you up.

“Now I’m gonna get sick Jayson,” you rolled your eyes as you pulled back, the taste of his chapstick lingering in your mouth. The secret to his soft, plump lips was applying chapstick every ten seconds, you figured it was a habit he had.

“I dont care, I’ll take care of you,” he laid down on the couch, wrapping his arms tightly around your lower back, pulling you down with him.

Your head was laying on his chest and he made sure to tangle your legs together so you couldn’t go anywhere.

“I care,”

“I’m tired, shut up and take a nap with me,” he shushed you.

You were gonna talk back, since when you told him to sleep he exclaimed that he wasn’t tired, but the idea of a nap wasn’t bad, so you did as told.

You woke up in an unfamiliar but comfortable bed, the feeling of the bed moving is what fully woke you up, “You move too damm much,” you rolled your eyes, sitting up against the headboard.

“And you snore loud as fuck, but a nigga wasn’t complaining,” he said throwing a pillow at you.

“Nigga throw something at me again and I swear to God Tatum, I will-“

“-Will what? I’ll beat you up, with your short ass,” he rolled his eyes before throwing another pillow at you.

“Don’t try me. I bite,” you glared at him before getting up and off the bed. His room was huge, but that was expected, especially after you saw how big Deuce’s room was.

“You bite? Kinkyyyy,”

“Not like that you nasty bitch,” he got on your nerves, but a good type of getting on your nerves.

“I bite, I’m nasty, I like them nasty,”

“Do you really?” You asked, your hand was on your hip, on you raised your brow, something you did when you questioned people, but it was out of habit and you never noticed.

“Yup, too bad you’ll never find out,”

“Damm, that’s crazy. You’re really gonna dub me like that after I took care of you? Niggas ain't shit man,” you playfully said before you tried to walk away, but he stopped you again, throwing you on the bed and climbing on top of you.

“Who’s niggas Y/N? I’ll show you right now, what a real man is, stop playing with me,”

“You won't,”

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a little short one bcs next chapter is longggg, and i wanna put some out while yall wait for that. im also still working on a melo story too ;)

[j-worlds-blog]

Boyfriend protective Lamelo

Thank you for the request, it’s kinda short but I hope you like it!

Keep you safe.

Melo and y/n we’re shopping at the mall. Y/n has been wanting to get new jeans and shoes for awhile, and today both of them weren’t busy. They’ve been there for a couple hours and decided to get lunch before they left. They decided to stop at a Mexican joint that’s in the food court of the mall. Melo went to go order for them while y/n went to find them a table to sit at, after Melo ordered, he grabbed their drinks at looked around to see where y/n was sitting, he saw her sitting near the front, away from the big crowds of people walking around the mall. He saw a man who looked a little bit older than them both, he was a tad bit shorter then him, but more heavy in the muscles. He usually wasn’t worried about people coming up and talking to y/n, she was well known for doing makeup for famous models and artists, but she didn’t get many men fans, and she looked pretty uncomfortable.

Y/N POV

I found us a table near the front of the restaurant, it was kinda isolated from the walkway of the mall. I set our bags down and waited on my phone until Lamelo came back. I was shortly disrupted by a person walking up to our table,

Hello pretty girl.

Um excuse me?

I just saw you over here by your self and was wondering if you would like some company.

Oh no, my boyfriend just went to order our food, he’ll be back soon.

Are you sure? I don’t mind keeping a pretty thing like you company for a while. Maybe we can find a more private place, if you know what I mean.

Before I could respond I saw Melo appear from behind the man with our drinks.

Did you not hear her? She said no.

And who are you?

I’m her boyfriend, and if you don’t leave I’ll also be the guy who beat your ass.

Ok dude chill, I was just being a good citizen.

Bullshit, you were being a fucking weird ass dude who doesn’t know when to stop harassing women.

The dude hurried and left the food court. Melo sat are drinks down and our food got brung over.

Are you ok mamas?

Yes Melo, thank you but you didn’t have to scare that man and cause a scene.

Yes I did, he was being disrespectful and I ain’t dealing with that shit.

Ok fine, i love you

I love you more mama, I’ll always keep you safe.

[bby-d1p]

Mexico Trip for ROTY Celebration💕

This baddie is a lil on the longer side sorry for any mistakes this was rushed😍💕

"Hey bebe I'm back" Jamie came barging into the room of our suite I pulled the covers over me quick."Y-you-you're supposed to be out planning for another thirty minutes" I stuttered over my words closing my camera roll from a video she sent me when I went overseas I am in a drought ok. Respect my hustle."I've been gone for forty-fi"- she cut herself off "what were you doing?" She questioned slowly crawling on the large bed."uh nothIIIng-"My voice cracked "Nothing" I cleared my throat sitting up and attempting to put my hard dick back in my pants."You sure?" She tugged at the blanket and I gulped. "Because it doesn't look like you weren't doing anything" she yanked the blanket off and my dick popped out."Fuck" I whispered 

"Wait so you was touching MY dick" She said getting off the bed I laughed."What do you mean you're dick "I raised and eyebrow as she went to lock the door. "Like I said you were touching my dick." She let her hair down. You say all the time nobody touches you're pussy; but you can touch what belongs to me? That's not how it works"My eyes never peeled off her; she had taken off all her layers except her grey lace set. I saw some words on the back. "Turn around." I said taking off my shirt. "LaFrance" I read the word in red. 

"Nice ring to it don't ya think"Jamie smirked at me as I stood up and walked towards her. "I think you having my last name would be better" We were both face to face I felt her breath on my chest, our height difference will always make me laugh. Jamie tugged on my shorts telling me she wanted them off.I slid them down and picked her up and lined myself up with her entrance while walking in front of my bed."New positions? have you been watching porn?" Jamie stated and I laughed and turned red."All you have to do is ask next time ok" she implied about nudes"Ok" I chuckled and laid her on the bed, she pulled me into a passionate kiss.I ripped her lace underware by accident and started to rub her clit. "These were made just for you what the fuck" she whined. 

I started kissing down her neck."hush I'll by you more" I unhooked her bra with my loose hand. "oouo" she said making me laugh into her stomach. "C'mon I'm tryna fuck and you making me laugh" I said slamming into her without warning. "Shit" she yelled loudly."You grew so much bubba" She moaned and gripped the sheets. I sped up my pace and threw my head back in pleasure. It was like she was a virgin all over again. "Really?" I laughed and started to nibble on her neck with my chains dangling in her face."you're so deep" She gasped I felt her walls clench knowing she was close and pulled out."bitch" she mumbled into my neck. "shut up" I said rather harshly by accident "damn m-" Before she could finish, I plunged my tongue onto her heat making her moan and run her fingers through my curls."MMM melo" Jamie whimpered and I slid a finger in making her gasp."Fuck right there" she blew out as I kept pumping my finger in and out of her wet core. "This is mine you know that right? I don't want ANY nigga in this pretty pussy but me ok?"I said as I kissed her clit and made eye contact with her lustful eyes. I sucked on her clit while I slid another finger in.

"o-okAy" she moaned in pleasure I saw her eyes roll back meaning she was close. "shit MELO!"I removed my tongue and fingers and stood up."Lamelo... its one thing to rip the lace set I got for you.... and its another thing NOT to let me cum c'mon baby please"She pouted seductively while sitting up one her knees. "Stop rushing "I tapped my length against her lips giving her a smile. She moved her hand up in down my shaft steadily making me quiver under her touch. She looked at me with the most innocent face. I would never believe she was this freaky."MM" I groaned as she swirled her tongue around my tip.I took a handful of her beautiful curly brown hair and admired her for a second. I could stare at this sight all day. She started to bob her head up and down with ease but gagged here and there.She pulled me out her mouth to speak."I want my face fucked" she said simply as if it was nothing. Surprised; I gently slid my hard length to the back of her throat. Jamie puffed out air through her nose in annoyance at my slow pace."Lose it" 

I referred to her current attitude. I grabbed the back of her neck bucking my hips back and forth causing drool to pour out of her mouth. Moaning erupted from her vocal cords as Jamie began to pleasure herself.”shit” I grunted as I puled out and came on her face. SHe stood up proudly and went to wipe her face off. I watched as Jamie slowly strut her way towards the bed. She sat there with her legs wide open giving me a clear view of her fingering her self. I didn’t think it was possible but I grew harder from the precious sight in front of me.She began to shake and I grew jealous as I walked towards the dresser next to the bed. I pulled out a hot pink vibrator I bought a few weeks back. 

“Fuck“ Jamie screeched as she came squirting all over the place.Walking up to the bed, I wrapped my hand around her neck and pushed her back while tapping myself against her. "what’s that" she put her baby pink nail in her mouth. “Just a little friend” I responded sliding my dick in her entrance and flicked the vibrator on; applying it to her clitoris specifically. Jamie was wet beyond measures which drove me crazy. “Shit soaking”I threw her leg over my shoulder. "Fuck" I threw my head back in pleasure, her walls felt like a rubber band around my dick. "This is all mine right papa?" 

Jamie said while massaging her left boob."You're so deep"she cried."You barley got the tip mama"I said going deeper. She tried to push me back I chuckled."Move your fucking hand"I rp swatting her hand out the way."Shit I forgot the condom" I slid out and grabbed on of my dresser and slid it on."Condoms make me cringe"She rolled her eyes"You stopped taking birth control sooooo"She pulled me into a kiss and flipped us over and lined my dick up with her core."Damn" I groaned as she started to slide down. "I gotta take all 9 inches bubba?" She batted her eyelashes and started to mover her hips in a circular motion. "ye-yes" I was a stuttering mess as she started to bounce a little. "Damn"I moaned in pleasure grasping her hips as she grabbed the headboard.

"Shit Melo I swear I feel you in my stomach" she groaned. I pulled her into a kiss and started to run my finger tips up and down her body."You're so tight mama"she smiled through the kiss and started to leave hickeys. Our eyes rolled back as we came together."Hands and knees" She rolled her eyes------ and not out of pleasure. "I'm not finished" She smile and flipped around so she was facing my dick while her heat was directly over my lips. 

69

Jamie started to move her hands in an up and down motion along my shaft"mmm" Jamie pulled off the condom and I groaned. Jamie twirled her tongue around my tip, lightly sucking on it. I slid two fingers into her dripping core making her moan."Melo faster" Jamie pleaded."fuck" her moans on my tip were driving me crazy. I began lightly kissing her inner thighs and lips.She began to whimper as I sucked on her clit."mmmm"she moaned and taking all of me in her mouth."Shit"I groaned. "Melo" she cried I could tell her eyes were closed."FUCK" Her legs shook as she came and squirted all over my chest. I could taste  the fruit she had eaten recently I'm guessing; pineapple and strawberries."you gott-go-gotta clean yo- you're..........."

I paused as she gave one last lick before I came in her mouth.She swallowed before licking off the access cum. "You were saying papa?" Jamie climbed on top of me.I grabbed her by the throat;"Clean your mess"I said "No" I stared at her. "Wait I thought you said no for a second"I laughed "I said no you clean it or I'll make it again"I gripped her by her throat making direct eye contact."Clean your mess"I stated through gritted teeth; and she began to lick all her juices off my chest.My hands gripped her ass as she lifted her head up to kiss me."Hands and knees; face the mirror" I demanded before giving her one last passionate kiss. Jamie climbed off me and arched her back.

 "Always hand and knees" she mumbled."Watch yo damn mouth" I said pounding into her with out warning immediately hitting her g-spot."FUCK!"she yelled."The next time you get smart and mumble some shit; I want you to remember how beautiful you look in this position"I kissed her ear she was a moaning mess, At this point I knew I wasn't just fuckin' but I'm making love to her. I can see it in Jaime’s  lustful hazel green eyes."Shit I'm close" she grunted while her eyes rolled back. "You feel so good" 

I whispered in her ear. "yes right there oh my GOD. Make me feel good papa" Jamie screamed."It's alright mama I got you."I answered while she came with her juices flying everywhere. I pecked Jamie's lips while she straddled me. She began to kiss down my stomach and around my V-line ”baby girl stop being a tease” I moved a curl out her face.She licked from the base to my tip sending shivers down my spine.For some reason Jamie only focused on my tip, I wasn’t mad at her though; that shit felt good.

---------------------It’s getting TOO long at this point------------------

"Shit I'm finna bust" I gripped the sheets. I stayed silent as slowly released into her mouth."fuck , go ahead mama cream" I saw her eyes rolling to the back of her head as I kissed her jaw and neck."Yes right there" her walls tightened and she soon climaxed."Thank you"I was pulled into an intimate kiss making me groan as her tongue slipped through my lips.I pulled away and held Jamie by her throat. "As long as your name is Jamie Amanda Ball, you never tell me no or I'll make sure you wont walk for months" she gulped and shook her head yes.”Congrats my Rookie of the Year” Jamie pecked my lips and laughed once I started to tickle her.

[meloswifeyyy]

Relationship Alphabet

A - Attitude

Who often has the worst Attitude ?

Well, you obviously. Most of the time because you are hungry or you and Melo just got out of an argument. Melo usually fucks the attitude out of you anywhere, anytime tho.

B - Baby

Who wants Babies the most - first ?

Melo. He often jokes about having kids or when you are having sex he would whisper in your ear  “You trynna have my babies?” or  “You boutta have my babies ” when he nuts in you. He says that he wants 3 or more. You only want 2. You arent rushing into it.

C - Crying 

Who Cries the most in the relationship ?

You. You often cry alone when you miss Melo when he is at away games for so long. Or when your BP triggers, Melo would comfort you. When watching sad movies, or when someone you love dies. Tears of joys appear here and there. Or when you get into arguments and Melo says something wrong or disrespectful out of madness.

D - Dates 

Who has the best Date spots ?

Melo. He would often take you to fancy restaurants in L.A or Miami, or wherever you guys went. Or take you shopping at an expensive place. He would do dates at home like watching movies, have you cook dinner because he cant cook for shit, or he would have a bath waiting on you. 

E - Eat 

Who Eats the most ?   

You. You know damn well you cant survive without food. Its the 2nd best thing that has ever happened to you besides life and Melo. Cant even survive a night. If you would wake up in the middle of the night and get hungry and go to kitchen and try to sneak some food without waking Melo up, he would hear it and go to the kitchen and scare you, picking you up over his shoulder with one arm, and with the other putting the food away carrying you back to the bed because its a little to early in the morning to be eating. 

F - Freak 

Who is the Freakiest ?  

Both of you. You being the only girl that can fuck Melo like you do, and being the only girl Melo is sexually, physically, and mentally attracted to no other girl can do it like you.10/10 in bed. Now Melo on the other hand is a demon in bed. His strokes, hitting your G - Spot constantly with you feeling it in your guts. His 9 inch is almost  always on hard when he is around you. And his tongue is crazy, going in and out and on the pearl AT THE SAME TIME. Crazy right. Spelling his name out on you. He loves when you scratch his back up or give him hickeys everywhere. 10000/10. Makeup sex is the best. 

G - Games 

Who wins the most games ?  

Melo. He would always dare you to a game of Call of Duty or Fortnite to see who would win first. And he would always win. When you would play a game of Uno you would often win and he would be mad the rest of the day due to his competitiveness. But any other game he would win.

H - Happy

Who is the Happiest in the relationship ?  

Both of you. You are always happy when you guys are around each other. Even when you guys just got done arguing you are still happy that he is in your presence. Melo on the other hand is always happy with you around him, he loves to cuddle with you. Its one of his favorite thing to do. He just loves that you are in his presence. You are his other half.

I - Irreplaceable

Who is the most Irreplaceable ?  

You would say Melo but Melo would say you. Melo knows how to deal with you more than anyone else does. He knows all your spots and what you like and dont like. He notices all of your flaws and sees the good and beautiful in them. He knows your body, mind, and soul. No man has a better or brighter or bigger smile than him. He always brightens the mood. You on the other hand are different. A big beautiful smile. You know how to deal with Melo when he is sad, looses a game. You can tell when he is lying or telling the truth just by looking through his eyes. You know how to make him happy. You are the best he has ever had.

J - Jaded 

Who gets the most Jaded after doing something ?

Melo. He usually gets really bored after sitting in the house all day. He really wants to leave the house and do something fun but usually its night time and you would be taking a nap or would be sleep. 

K - Kisses

Who gives the most kisses?

Melo. He is always so clingy and that comes with all the kisses in the world. He kisses you all over your face in your sleep, even when you are sleep he gives you kisses. He loves to kiss all over your body.

L - Love

Who fell in love the fastest?

Melo. He had always had a crush on you and everyone knew you were the one for him. You just didn’t know it until you two started dating. He’s always making sure you are good. He loves your hugs. He was the first one to say “I love you”. He want kids you to have all 10 of his kids.

M - Motivation

Who gives the most motivation?

You. When melo is going to a game and is not having a good feeling about it you motivate him to push through it and win for you. 9/10 he will win or get a lot of points for you.

N - Night Owl

Who is more of a Night Owl?

Both of you. Sometimes when his ADHD is on 10 you guys stay up and listen to music, play games, go on ig live, or just fuck for 7 hours straight. Sometimes you have to tell him to got to sleep or put him to sleep (😏) because he has a game tomorrow and needs all the rest and energy he can get. It also the same for you.

O - Oral Sex

Who gives Oral Sex the most?

Melo. Trust me, you give him head a lot and it’s amazing, 10/10. But melo loves giving you head. He loves to spell his name out on you. Loves to see the faces to make you scream and shout. Loves sharing your cream with you (🥲). He loves to climb under the blanket while you are sleep for some breakfast in bed. Maybe even dinner. His lips make it even better. So glad he don’t got them white genes in his lips (😋😭).

P - Perfect

Whos perfect?

Obviously, no ones perfect but God (🙏🏾). But in your eyes no one else is better for you except melo. You couldnt imagine living life without him. Cant imagine what anyones elses kids would look like with you but. No relationship is perfect. Melo sees you as perfect. Your body. Your style. Your personality. He absolutely loves your touch. He loves touch but for you loving your touch is an understatement. He couldnt imagine his kids with anyone else but you. Cant imagine getting married with anyone else. When you guys get into arguments and sleep in seperate rooms. You barely get sleep because all you can think about is each other. How perfect you guys are for one another.

Q - Q? (Cant find a word, Tell me one and ill edit it.)

R - Relate

What traits do you guys have a like each other?

A lot. Both of your favorite food is Chicken tacos. You both love a good game of Uno. You both love sex. Duhh. Both of you guy’s love language is touch. Love playing fortnite together. Love listening to music and taking drives together. Both love lil uzi (we pretending yall💀). Just in general you guys are very alike.

S - Sex

(No question for this one lol. Y’all already know how we is round hea nahhmeannn😭)

The sex. Omgggg. The first time you and melo had sex was. So amazing. Can’t ever forget that moment. Melo is always so horny. Morning sex is the best. Sometimes a little top at the red light can turn into a few rounds in back of the McDonalds parking lot. Lucky enough all his windows tinted as hell. Or in the Victoria’s Secret fitting rooms. You guys could be listening to Chris Brown and he would really take you down, fuck you back to sleep, switch up the tempo, or make you wet the bed (i’m laughing hard ash). The hickeys. The high sex. Drunk sex (drunnnnkkk in lovvveee). Car sex. Balcony sex. All over the house sex ( i got bars.) Mad sex and Make up sex. I could go on. Sex with me so amazinggggg. (i was listening to this song while writing this one💀😫😫😫)

T - Trips

Who likes taking trips internationally?

Melo. He love to take you and a yearly or even monthly vacay. Just you and him. Turks and Caicos. Bora Bora. Jamaica. Iceland. Japan. Africa. Anywhere where you can get away from the world. The different places. The hotels. Being able to fuck anywhere and everywhere. The pools. The different air. (united states ait is so boring). The new food. The animals. You guys love the new places. He loves to see you happy and with a smile on your face.

U - U (Cant find a word, Tell me one and ill edit it.)

V - V (Cant find a word, Tell me one and ill edit it again.)

W - Right the Wrongs

Who rights their wrongs after an argument?

Usually it would be you first. If you said something that was out of pocket or melo didnt like you woukd quickly apologize. He would forgive you and still cuddle and kiss you and stuff because thats what he does. Tease you. But he would ignore you until he actually forgave you in his head. Melo would apologize and give you some bomb ass d for and apology. Or make that cute face that you can’t resist.

X - (Can’t find a word for X. Give me a suggestion and i will edit it)

Y - Young

Who acts like a Young ass child?

Both of you actually. That’s what makes you love each other the most. The laughs and jokes, the tv shows, everything you could think of. It’s nothing wrong with it at all. Y’all are always gonna bust a joke out at the right time. Maybe sometimes even the wrong time. (damn, double homicide). You guys love laughing with each other.

Z - ZZZ

Who has the worst sleeping habits?

Probably Melo. If you scooted over him even a little bit, he would probably scoot back closer to you or pull you back over to him. And the only con of that is he snores a lot. (Why this nigga snore with his mouth open?🤨💀). Sometimes if he was awake and you werent he would kiss all over you. He loves to lay on your 🍒.

Y’all welcome. I haven’t pose the one of these in a minute. This took me a whole month and a half. I’m tired as hell. 💀