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bluewatersfairy · 10 months ago

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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.”

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v6quewrlds · 8 days ago

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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.

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mariposa-writes · 2 years ago

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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.

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excusemejb · 1 year ago

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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?

•<3<3<3•

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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𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐌𝐄 ───── LAMELO BALL

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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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you real even tho you been real 😂

like these niggas are so unserious and we dont buy it go play in someone else’s face😂

imagine wearing a ring just to be wearing a ring thinking you going to get wifed 😭😭😭😭 I would just KMS

Mind you he doesn’t even wear a ring on his finger. Melo slow he ain’t that slow. She just needs to stop holding on to hope and just become a baby mama for god sakes because that’s all you’ll get out of these niggas😂

like lamelo might be a fool but to wife ana? i don’t see him being THAT foolish. she needs to go on somewhere cause it’s not happening

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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 and his brothers have a weird relationship and idk why they portray that they are so close. The vegas trip wasn’t even necessary to miss his nephews and nieces birthday party. He ain’t do shit but go to them weak ass games. And ana ass needs to stop being a lap dog. Girl just go fuck what he has to say? What are you scared of? You literally went to Vegas for no reason he did his own thing anyways. It’s like she rides around and be left in the dust just looking stupid. Imagine being controlled by a 22 year old.

She should have just went.

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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.

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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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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. 💀

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