#meloimagines

[lamelosswaggy-blog]

Miss Him (Lonzo)

It was you 4 year old son’s bed time you were going to read him a bed time story when he took the book out you hand and said “Mommy what was he like” You looked at him and said “Who” He pointed to a picture of him and lonzo and said “Daddy, What was daddy like” You laid in the bed with him and smiled and said “He was… he was amazing” You sighed out you son turned towards who yawned you and said “Mommy, Where is daddy” You point up and the star’s on the celing and said” His right there on a vacation. Your son laughed and said “Mommy daddy is on a star on vacation”

You laughs too and look into his eye’s that look like lonzo’s and said “Yes but his beyond the star and he is always here with you. You know that right” You son said “Mommy” I looked at him with a smile and said “Yes Babyboy” He looked at you with a serious and said “Follow me” He got out the bed and grabbed you finger and went downstairs to the Jersey that was hanging up and a picture frame That’s said ball with a 2 you looked at it and so did your son he said “Mommy can I wear it one day” You smile and said “Maybe one day” You ran back upstairs and you race a little slower so he can think that his faster then you when you got to the room you saw you son Holding a picture of lonzo he had too picture of lonzo

 You almost cried but you stayed strong for you son. Once your son saw you standing there he said “Goodnight mommy” I looked at him and said goodnight Alonzo” When putting his covers on him and kissing his cheeks you smile and walked by the door before looking at him still holding lonzo’s picture while he was sleep you turnt the night off and you shead a tear and though about how much you missed lonzo, And how much your son looked like him.

[angelvyxen]

“𝐈’𝐦 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲.”

In which you’re Melo’s best friend & ex he’s not over

“What do you think of this?” You asked Melo as you turned around. He was laying back on your bed, scrolling through his phone. He moved his phone to the side and peeked over at you, “It’s straight.”

“It’s straight?”

“Yea, you look good.” He nodded.

You huffed and made your way towards your closet to rework your fit for the night again.

“C’mon bruh, I said you look straight! Why you changing again?”

“Because just looking ‘straight’ isn’t good enough. I need to look... I need to look..” you trailed off, looking for a word that encompasses just how much of a bad bitch you wanted to be tonight. "I need to look like City Girl meets Megan the Stallion."

"My nigga, what?"

"Just know I need to look good, Melo. Okay? Reef is going to be there tonight and I need to make sure I have every little bit of his attention."

Melo rolled his eyes from across the room when you mentioned Shareef.

"Man, fuck that nigga." You heard him grumble which made you laugh, asking,

"What do you have against Shareef?"

"I don't have anything against dude."

"Yes, you do. You've been on him since I mentioned I like him." You stepped out of your closet and leaned against the door frame to look him in the eyes.

"He's a bitch." He shrugged before looking back at his phone.

"What do you mean?"

"What I said. He's a bitch and you don't need to be associating with someone like that."

You rolled your eyes, "Negro, please," and stepped back into the closet. “You gotta chill on him.”

“How you Shaq’s son and still ain’t made it to the league yet?”

“He had health issues Melo, you know that. Please don’t go that low just because you don’t like him for no good reason.”

Melo sucked his teeth and leaned back on your bed, focusing back on his phone. “I got numerous good reasons.” He grumbled to himself.

“What was that?” You asked, poking your head out of the closet again.

“Nothing man! Finish getting ready, we late cause of you.”

“Uh huh, whatever.”

You settled for something basic, but cute. A pair of black jeans, your favorite color way of the Jordan 1s Melo had gotten you for Christmas last year and a matching graphic tee with some jewelry to bump up the outfit.

“You look good.” Melo remarked, his eyes following you as he opened the passenger door of his jet black Rolls-Royce Cullinan for you. You were happy you got to spend today with him. Both of your schedules never seemed to align anymore since the season started for him and you started a new job.

“Thank you best friend.” You grinned as you slid into the passenger seat of his car. He shut the door and walked around the car, opening his door and sliding into his own seat.

You held out your hand and he placed his phone in it before starting the car. As he was backing out of the driveway you unlocked his phone and went to his Apple Music. You scrolled through his playlists until you came to your favorite one, ‘Vibes 🥵🤞🏼💕’. You plugged in the aux cord before hitting shuffle and set his phone down. ‘Get you’ by Daniel Caesar started to play a few moments later. Melo raised his brows before a wide smile spread across his face and he said loudly, “Oh say less! Whatchu tryna do?”

“Boy, what are you talking about?” You giggled as you looked at the goofy expression on his face.

“You playing my grown folks music playlist, you tryna start something?” He looked over at you.

“Ew,” you scrunched up your face.

“Man don’t act like you don’t want this body.”

“Boy bye. I would never.”

“Oh word, so you wouldn’t kiss me right now?” He puckered his lips at you.

You shook your head and looked in the other direction, “Nope.”

“Girl stop playing and give me them lips.” He gently gripped your chin, forcing your head to turn and started to lean in close. This wouldn’t be the first time you kissed Melo. The nature of you two’s friendship was different than most. The two of you used to date but decided after a couple months that you’d be better as friends. Since you were already comfortable with one another, doing boyfriend-girlfriend things weren’t awkward. Long hugs, cuddling, and occasional kissing weren’t anything to you when it came to him.

Before both of your lips touched the car jerked to the side which made you realize he was still driving.

“Focus on the road!” You said sharply as the car jerked back to the opposite side, making it centered in the road again. Melo was laughing the entire time and you hit him in his chest, “That wasn’t fucking funny. I’m too young to die.”

“Relax, you still alive. Aren’t you? Always overreacting.”

You rolled your eyes and faced front, crossing your arms over one another.

“Aye,” he reached over and gently flicked your cheek, “Fix your face. The shit isn’t that serious for you to be catching an attitude over.”

You pushed his hand away, keeping your eyes in front of you.

“Cmon man, don’t start this. We were just having a good time.”

You kept quiet and you heard him sigh loudly. A second later you felt a hand on your thigh, rubbing up and down.

“You wanna get some food later?” He asked, knowing that that phrase alone would get your attitude in check.

“What kind?”

“Del Taco?”

You unfolded you arms and Melo laughed, “You so fucking fat.”

“Aht, don’t fuck up nigga. I’ll catch my attitude all over again.”

He nodded, “Heard you. I take it back.”

“As you should.” You said as you picked up your phone to play some games to pass the time. You settled on temple run, tapping your nails against the screen as you waiting for the game to load.

You squealed excitedly when you saw a text from Shareef pop up at the top of your screen. Melo glanced over at you confused as you typed up a response.

“Who you talking to?” He asked, trying to see what was happening on your phone screen.

“Shareef.” You answered and almost instantly heard him suck his teeth. You ignored his clear distaste for your crush and asked, “He asked if I’m sliding through, do you think ‘Yea, can’t wait to see you’ is good or does that make me sound too eager?”

“How about you just don’t text the nigga at all or you text him no and we just don’t go to the party at all.”

“Melo,” you whined, “I really like him, can you set aside the hate you have for him, please? For me?”

“Why do you even like him so much?”

“Well he’s kind,”

“Any one can be ‘kind’. Next.”

“He makes me laugh,”

“That’s not a valid reason. Clowns can do that. Then again, he is a clown ass nigga so,” Melo shrugged his shoulders and you rolled your eyes, deciding to ignore the statement.

“He’s cute,”

“He look like a big toe.”

“Melo! No he does not!”

“Yes he do. And his teeth all crooked. He need some braces. In fact, remind me to give dude my dentist’s number.”

You rolled your eyes and continued to list your reasons,

“He listens to me,”

Melo sucked his teeth, “So I don’t listen to you?”

“Where did you even get that from? See, now you’re just pulling shit out of thin air to be mad about. What is your problem?”

“Nothing. I just think it’s wild how this nigga come into the picture and all of a sudden I’m getting wiped out of it.”

“Melo what are you talking about?”

“So we just about to act like you haven’t been texting or calling me as much? And we finna act like you don’t want to come see me no more cause you’re always with him?”

“That is not true.”

“Yes it is. Wasn’t it just last week I offered to fly you out to Houston to see my game and you said no cause you and that nigga was supposed to be hanging out all weekend?”

“Oh my God, you still mad about that? Grow up.”

“Grow up? So it’s just fuck my feelings now cause he here?”

“How am I supposed to get to know him if I’m always with you?! I can have a life outside of you LaMelo!” You raised your voice slightly as you started to get heated. You didn’t understand why he wasn’t happy for you, he was supposed to be your friend.

“Why do you even want to get to know him! Ain’t shit to know! He don’t do shit, he don’t have shit but his daddy’s money and a fucked up hairline anyways!”

“Okay, now you’re about to get me mad.”

“Oh me talking about your lil boyfriend make you mad? Man fuck him! It’s not like he’s about to wife you no how! He’s probably trying to hit it and quit it, it’s not like you hard to get at.”

You stared at him for a second, wanting to believe that he didn’t just say what he said out of spite of all things.

“Fuck you! Don’t be mad at me because you’re too attached to me to get your own girlfriend!”

“Oh, I’m too attached now? That’s what we going with?”

“Nigga that’s what’s been happening! You’re so jealous you can’t even let me be happy!”

The two of you pulled up in front of the house party and he stopped the car, leaned back in his seat and looked down at you.

“Alright shut the fuck up. You about to get me hot.”

“Now you want to be a pussy when I tell you the truth. Typical.”

“I said shut the fuck up bruh. I’m not tryna get mad at you.”

You turned towards him in your seat, “You know what your problem is? You can’t get over that lil relationship we had. You need to build a bridge and leave that shit in the past, it was never that serious.” You said. Deep down you didn’t mean it but he already took the argument too far by calling you an easy fuck.

His jaw clenched as he ground his teeth behind his closed lips and his brows furrowed ever so slightly, leaving a small crease in his forehead.

“Oh, so now you don’t got shit to say no more?” You questioned, looking up at him.

He picked up his key and phone, opened the door and got out of the car, slamming the door behind him. You watched as he was walked into the party leaving you behind. You blew out some air to calm yourself down before grabbing your things and getting out.

When you walked into the house you couldn’t spot Melo anywhere but your attention was quickly taken away from trying to find him when you felt an arm snake around your waist. You looked up at Shareef, a smile spreading across your face.

“Hey!” You greeted.

“Hey. You look good.” He replied, pulling you into a quick side hug. “Those shoes are fire.”

“Thank you.”

“I didn’t think you were coming still. You read my text and didn’t reply.”

“Oh! My bad I just.. I got distracted on my way here.”

“Uh huh. You came with your boy?” He asked referring to Melo.

“Yeah.”

“He just walked in here looking mad at the world. Y’all had an argument or sum in the car?”

Shareef started to walk you around the house, away from the main party.

“Something like that. We just didn’t see eye to eye on something.. can we not talk about him, I’m here with you right now, I want to focus on you.” You looked up at Shareef, smiling.

For the next couple hours you hung out with Shareef in the backyard by the fire pit. There were a couple chairs set up in a circle around it so the both of you made yourselves welcome. The two of you talked about any and everything, only leaving to go refill your drinks a few times throughout the night.

“So that’s why I decided to do indisciplinary studies instead of just majoring in one thing.”

You nodded as Shareef finished telling you about his college plans. You liked that he was so goal focused and not all of his goals in life pertained to having a career in the nba like his dad.

“So-” you were cut off by the sound of a familiar voice.

“Yo!”

Both you and Shareef turned to be met with his friend Josh Christopher who you’ve only met a handful of times, another 2 friends you didn’t know and.. Melo.. with a girl under his arm. They all had girls with them but Melo stuck out to you the most.

“Y’all mind if we sit?” Josh asked, already picking a chair and sitting down.

“Go ahead.” Reef said and you just smiled politely watching all of them sit and pull the girls they were with into their laps since there weren’t enough chairs.

You crossed your ankles, feeling uncomfortable as Melo took a seat directly across from you. You still felt tense about the argument the two of you had earlier but he didn’t seem to care much anymore as he was feeling up the girl, who wouldn’t stop giggling, in front of you.

Everyone started to talk as a group and you said a few things here and there but mainly kept to yourself.

“So, Reef,” Josh said getting everyone’s attention, “I don’t mean to be nosy or nothing.. but imma be nosy, what’s going on with you and her?” He nodded his head towards you.

“Whatchu mean?” Shareef laughed

“You know what I mean. Is that your girl? Is future Mrs. O’Neil in our presence?”

Shareef looked over at you, “You wanna be future Mrs. O’Neil?” He asked, a wide smile on his face.

You returned the smile and shrugged, “Maybe, maybe not. We’ll see.” You laughed. You managed to catch Melo’s glare as you turned your head. He had completely stopped giving the girl in his lap attention and his eyes were dead set on you as he wore the same expression he did in the car before he stormed out earlier.

You ignored his dirty look and him, looking back at Shareef as the two of you got back into your own conversation.

“Did I already tell you you look good tonight?” He asked as he moved closer to you.

“I believe you did.” You grinned, also moving closer to him. You had already shut Melo out of your mind.

“Well, just to let you know, you look good tonight.” He commented and you responded with a giggle, “Nah, but for real, you look good. I like your makeup and that shiny stuff you got on your lips.”

“My lipgloss?” You questioned, cocking a brow at the fact he acted as though he didn’t know what lipgloss was.

“Mhm. It smells nice. Like strawberries.”

“It’s strawberry flavored. Fun fact.”

“Does it taste like strawberries too?” He was getting very close to your face, you could almost feel his breath against you.

You leaned in, further closing the small gap between you two and whispered, “Find out.”

You were caught of guard when instead of feeling Shareef’s lips against yours you felt yourself getting pulled back and stood up. You looked back as you were quickly being dragged away from the group and of course, Melo was the one pulling you away.

He was facing the house so you couldn’t see his face.

“Melo! Let me go!” You struggled out, trying to yank your arm out of his grip, which only made him hold on tighter.

“Aye!” You looked back at the group, seeing Shareef stand up while everyone else looked amongst themselves in confusion.

Shareef grabbed your free arm making Melo stop and look back at him.

“Whatchu doing bruh? Let her go.” Reef said as he tugged you towards him.

“Imma give you 2 seconds to let go of her before I punch you dead in your shit.”

“I don’t want to fight you. We in public bro, just chill out and let her go.”

“One.”

“I know you her friend and all but you’re overdoing this shit. I know you’re not about to hit me in front of all these-”

Before Shareef could finish his sentence, one of Melo’s fists went flying at his face. Luckily, he dodged it but that didn’t stop Melo from swinging again.

“Melo! Chill out!” You placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back.

“Yo, go talk to your boy. He wildin’.” Shareef had already let you go by now.

“I will. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back.” You told him as Melo had already started pulling you away again.

“You won’t.” You heard Melo grumble as he pulled out through the back door of the house.

“Slow down!” You said as he brought you upstairs before opening a door and pushing you inside the room. The door closed and you heard a click as the door locked. He flipped on the light and you could now see he brought you into a bathroom.

You looked back at him, an angry expression on your face. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He didn’t respond as he backed you up into the counter behind you. He reached behind you and picked up a small towel and then grabbed your face. “What are you-”

“Shut the fuck up. Damn! You talk to much.” He cut you off harshly before starting to roughly wipe the lipgloss off of your lips.

“You got me all the way fucked up right now.” He continued to grumble as he flipped on the tap behind you and wet the towel before bringing it back to your lips and wiping again, “Do it taste like strawberries too? Find out,” he mocked, “I can’t believe your ass.” He grumbled as he continued to wipe.

You pushed his hand away from your mouth, “What is your issue?!”

“Don’t ask me no stupid shit like that. You know exactly what my issue is.”

“No, I don’t. I don’t see why you had to come and embarrass me in front of everyone like that.” You hit his chest which made him take a step back.

“I embarrassed you?” He said shocked, as if he wasn’t the one in the wrong.

“YES!” You said louder than you had intended for it to come out. You almost felt like crying thinking back on what had just taken place. “What is your issue today?! First you basically call me an easy hoe in the car and now this?! Did you even for a second stop to think about my feelings?!”

“No.” He shrugged, “Cause you never thought about mine. And don’t act like you didn’t say some foul shit too. Our relationship ‘was never that serious’ you remember that?”

“You can’t use that against me, you’re the one that started everything. I don’t understand why you can’t just be happy for me.”

“Be happy for you?” He made a face, “How do you expect me to be happy seeing the woman I love move on and rub that shit in my face? You want me to be happy about that? I tried to tolerate it but you want me to keep a straight face and act like it doesn’t bother me when you give another nigga attention the way you use to give me?” He stepped closer to you, now only a few centimeters separated both of your bodies, “You expect me to sit up here with a straight face as you’re about to kiss someone else? I admit, I was wrong for doing that in front of all those people but can you blame me?… I thought I could keep my shit together and be just friends with you but to be honest,”

He he cut himself off and picked you up and placed you on the counter, standing in between your legs and placed both his hands on either side of you before saying, “I didn’t want to break up to begin with. I’m greedy baby. Ion wanna share you with nobody.” His soft lips brushed against yours before capturing them in a warm kiss. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as your arms snaked around his neck.

His lips moved down to your neck, you moaned as you felt his teeth gently bite down on your skin while he kissed and sucked around the area. You already knew he’d leave a hickey. One of his hands started to creep up your shirt, gently tracing your stomach before making its way to your back and unhooked your bra. He pulled away from your neck and pulled your shirt off of you from the bottom, up and discarded it behind him before sliding each of your bra straps off your shoulders and tossing the bra on the floor like he did your shirt.

He placed his lips back on yours as his both of his hands started to fondle your breasts. He lightly squeezed the left one and pinched your right nipple with his other hand which made you squeal. He chuckled into the kiss and did it again, this time pinching both nipples harder than he had before which evoked the same sound from you.

“Be gentle, they’re sensitive.” You mumbled.

“I know,” he mumbled back, repeating the same action again, smiling as he watched you pull away from the kiss, throwing your head back slightly with your eyes shut tightly, “That’s why I like doing it.”

He brought you back into the kiss, moving his hands from your breasts (to your relief) and placed them by your sides. A moment later his hands got busy again, with his right one unzipping your jeans while the left one spread your legs further. His right hand snaked into your pants. You were dripping in anticipation, waiting to feel his fingers stroke your sensitive skin but instead he touched you from outside your panties. You felt his index finger rub your clit through the thin fabric and whimpered out needily, “Melo please,” you said breathlessly, breaking the kiss.

“Please, what?”

“Touch me.” It was torture having his finger so close but feeling so far.

Instead of doing what you asked oh so kindly for he removed his hand and went back to undressing you. He stepped back and grabbed one of your feet, untying one of your sneakers and setting it down on the ground before moving to the other one, untying the laces painfully slow. Once your sneakers were off he grabbed the waistband of your jeans and started to pull the article of clothing off of your legs. Once half your thigh was exposed he bent down and pressed a kiss on one of your thighs. “This was always my favorite part of your body.” He said quietly as he continued to pull your jeans down your legs. He pulled them off the rest of the way and let them fall to the ground after he pulled them off your ankles.

He refocused his attention back on your thighs, pressing a few, scattered, soft kisses on them as he inched back up towards your pussy. He licked your inner thigh, making you shiver before saying, “This,” he took his index finger and pressed it directly against your clit, “Is my second favorite part of you.”

Your hands grabbed the hem of your panties and tried to pull them down but he stopped you, lightly smacking away your hands and stood up straight once more.

“Melo..” you whined as you watched his lips stray farther and farther away from your pussy.

“Uh uh, no whining, you fucked up yourself.” He leaned in close, “What’s my one rule when we making love?”

“Not to touch myself.” You replied quietly, “But you were teasing.”

“That don’t matter my love.” He pecked your lips, “A rule is a rule.”

He pulled away and took off his shirt. You watched as his tanned abs and then his number 1 tattoo on his chest were exposed. He dropped his shirt on the ground and you took in his appearance for a second. His gold chains were shining under the light. You watched as he slipped off his shoes and then took a step back before waving you over and then pointing a finger down on the ground. You slid off the counter and got your knees in front of him. No words needed to be said, you knew what he wanted. You slid his slim-fit sweatpants down his legs. He made it easier for you by kicking them off his ankles.

You reached up, your hands feeling the bulge in his underwear. You looked up into his eyes, putting on your most innocent look face as your lips pressed against his tip through the fabric before you lightly drug your tongue against it. You could feel his hard on strain against the fabric as you did so. You, wanting him in your mouth already and too eager to continue teasing, pulled his underwear down his legs. His dick sprung out, almost hitting his stomach.

Your mouth hung open slightly as your eyes focused on all maybe 8 or 9 inches of his length. It throbbed slightly, some precum leaking out of the tip and down the base. Melo grabbed the base of his dick and guided it towards your lips, only needing to say “Open,” before you parted your lips and let him push each inch into your mouth.

You bobbed your head, guiding your tongue all along his length, outlining each vein, before moving it back to the tip, swirling it around. “Fuck,” he rasped out as his hands tangled in your hair, giving him a good grip on your head. He tried to push more of himself into your mouth but you stopped him, pulling back. “It can’t fit all in my mouth,” you said, using the time his dick was out of your mouth to catch your breath. “We’ll make it fit down your throat then.” He said as he pushed his shaft back into your mouth. When you felt his tip hit the back of your throat you gagged loudly to which he instructed, “Relax. Relax your throat.”

You did as he said, relaxing the best you could as you felt the tip of his dick move past the back of your throat and downward. You watched as each inch disappeared and your nose pressed against his stomach. “Good girl,” you heard him remark in a breathy moan. He pulled back again to let you breath before pushing his entire length down your throat once more. He got into rhythm, fucking your throat and guiding your head. It got sloppy quick, saliva dripping off of his dick and onto the floor and onto the both of you in the process. He thrusted down your throat one last time before cumming with a loud moan. You nearly choked as he came ropes down your throat without warning but somehow survived it without one gag. He pulled his saliva coated dick out of your mouth with a satisfied sigh and you swallowed the left over cum and saliva in your mouth.

He scooped you up and you felt yourself being set back on the counter. To your surprise he kissed you, rolling his tongue against yours as he slipped off your panties. Your juices had leaked through them and were starting to come down your legs. Something about sucking dick made you so horny. Melo’s head dipped down but you grabbed it, saying, “Just fuck me.” You didn’t even want head anymore. He did as you wanted, pressing his tip against your entrance before pushing in each inch of his dick slowly. You let out a satisfied moan, enjoying the feeling of having him back inside you after so long. He placed his head in the crook of your neck as his dick bottomed out inside you and you gripped his shoulders. You felt his lips brush against your ear before hearing, “It feels so good to be in my pussy again,” before he pulled out and thrust back in roughly, “And no other nigga better have been in it.” You let out a moan in response while shaking your head.

He fucked you like a mad man, thrusting in out of you faster and harder than you could comprehend. Your eyes started to subconsciously roll to the back of your head and your mouth hung open as a trail of endless moans left your lips. “You feel so good,” he whispered in your ear which set you off. You cleaned around his shaft, your nails gripped his back tighter and you started to cum all over his dick to which he responded with a groan saying, “You don’t know how good that feels,”

He fucked you on the counter for a few more minutes before you felt yourself getting picked up. Without missing a beat, or pulling out of you he switched your position, having you now bent over the counter. He gave your head him towards the mirror, “I want you to watch while we make love.” He leaned in close, switching the pass or his thrusts. “How does it feel?” He asked as he placed a kiss on your neck.

“I-it feels..” you struggled to get out, trying to keep your head up like he wanted.

The kisses moved from your neck to your cheek, “How it feel baby, talk to me.”

“It feels good.” You moaned out, “It feels so good daddy.”

“There you go,” he said as his thrusts picked up again. You let out another embarrassingly loud moan when you felt his fingers rub your very sensitive clit and he asked, “You love me? Hm?” Before feeling a kiss on your shoulder blade.

“Yes baby, oh my god, I love you so muchhh.”

He chuckled before using his free hand to face your face towards him. He pressed his lips against yours, trying to give you a kiss but you were moaning too much to kiss him back. He faced your head back towards the mirror, “You not letting no nigga take my place again, right?”

“Noo, never again,” you replied breathlessly before letting out another loud moan as you came everywhere once again.

“Good.” He placed a small peck on your cheek and let go of your head and moved his other hand from your pussy. He then gripped both of your arms and held them behind your back as he stood up straight and fucked you mercilessly.

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I didn’t think I’d finish this today, but here I am, hours later lmao. I hope you all enjoyed. People have been asking me to do an imagine where Melo likes his best friend and they have sex for so long lmao so I hope this satisfied those anons.

Side note: imagine Melo telling you he doesn’t want to share you with nobody else but himself 😩

Please excuse any errors. I’m tired lol.

[bnit0]

Ahora todo tiene sentido #chale #nimodo #meloimagine #lovenaunoylacreenfacil (en Santa Tere, GDL Jalisco)

[ginata]

Yo sueño todo los días con él. Pero a él todos los días le ponen la cabeza grande. #meloimagine!

[angelvyxen]

“𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?”

In which you make an attempt to break up with Lamelo.

Lamelo Ball Masterlist here!

“You almost got your stuff all packed?” Your friend, Chyna asked.

“Almost.” You answered, balancing your phone between your ear and shoulder as you threw everything you had just taken off the hangers into your open suitcase that sat in the middle of the closet floor.

“What time is he coming home?”

“I told you he doesn’t come home for a while. He has a game and they’re only in the...” you trailed off as you walked back into the room. You had the TV switched onto Melo’s game so you could know how much more time you had before he’d return, “They’re only in the second quarter. I have more than enough time to get my shit packed and bounce.”

“What time should I be there?”

“Within the next half hour. I need to be out of here before he even leaves the stadium.”

“So, what’s your plan?”

“Get the hell up out of here and never turn back, that’s my plan.”

“No, I mean what’s your real plan?”

“Excuse me?”

“Is this breakup for real or are you going to be going back to him within the next 3-5 business days? If so, let me know now so I don’t waste my gas coming up there.”

You rolled your eyes as she finished, “First of all, I’m not going to be up under him ever again, let’s get that straight now.”

“Mhm, whatever you say.”

“What is that supposed to mean? I’m serious! I can’t deal with him anymore he’s—”

“He’s irrational, he’s possessive, he almost fought my cousin for hugging me,” she mocked your voice, “Yea, yea, I’ve heard that all before sis and you know what? All he has to do is say ‘I’m sorry’ and lay some pipe down on your and you back with him, smiling like boo boo the damn fool.”

“Whatever.” You huffed as you zipped up your suitcase before going to grab your duffel bag to get your shoes, “Just be sure to be here in the next 30 minutes, alright?”

“Give me 45 to an hour. Traffic is a bitch at this time.”

“That’s cutting it close...”

“Then why didn’t you plan to leave earlier? What did you expect when you planned your grand escape at rush hour?”

You sucked your teeth at her words, “Just get here as fast as you can.”

“I’ll see you when I see you.”

“Stop playing with me.”

You heard her laugh before saying, “Alright, I’ll start getting ready now.”

“Thank you.”

And with that you hung up the phone and threw it on top of your suitcase. You continued to pack up the rest of your things in the closet and around the house. You knew you couldn’t get everything but you managed to get the essentials. You were back in the closet checking to see if you missed anything when the ring on your finger caught your eye.

It was the promise ring Melo had gotten you for your 1st anniversary and for a second, while looking at it, you rethought leaving him. Everything in the first year of you two dating was like a dream, he was so caring and sweet and you were sure there was nothing that could ruin that for the both of you... then all of a sudden he flipped.

First you just chalked it up to him being clingy but his behaviors kept getting worse. He wanted to know where you were, what you were doing, where you were going, and who you were going with. If he even got the slightest feeling that you were with another dude he’d pop up wherever you’re at and start accusing you of something you didn’t do.

He had the passwords to almost all of your accounts and would throw fits if you even suggested to do something apart from one another. Sometimes his anger would get out of control and he’d end up getting into physical altercations with other men, one of which was your own cousin. That was essentially the breaking point for you, you loved him, but he was just getting to be too much. It would be better if you were apart.

You slipped the ring off of your finger and set it down in your jewelry box. You decided against taking it since all of the jewelry was bought by Melo and it almost felt like stealing from him. You walked out of the closet letting the door shut behind you. You looked towards the TV. They were now halfway through the 3rd quarter. You didn’t see Melo on the screen and figured he had gotten benched for catching too many fouls.

You started to make you way out of the room to go grab a quick snack from the kitchen while you waited for your friend to pull up but stopped dead in your tracks when you came face to face with LaMelo.

“Hey baby,” he smiled at you and you continued to stare up at him speechless.

Fuck, you thought to yourself as you looked up at him, “What are you doing here?”

He furrowed his brows, “Whatchu mean? Ain’t this my crib too?”

“Yes but- don’t.. aren’t you supposed to be at a game?” You questioned back quickly, trying to figure out how you would get out of this. You had subconsciously started to twiddle your fingers out of nervousness.

“I wasn’t feeling right so I decided to come back. Spend some time with you.” He shrugged before his eyes darted down to your hands, “Where your ring at?”

“What do you mean you had a bad feeling? Was the game not going well?”

His tongue swiped over his bottom lip, “Nah, the game was straight, I just felt like some shit was out of place so I came to check up on you. Where your ring at, bae?” He asked again.

“Oh, I just.. I took it off for a quick second since I was about to eat. Didn’t want to get it dirty.”

“What the hell was you finna eat that woulda got your ring dirty?”

Your breath hitched for a second as you thought of something to say.

“You straight?” He cocked a brow at you.

“I’m fine.” You answered, “You just startled me. Um, I was just about to dip out and grab something.”

“Dip out to where?”

“That Mexican place you like, with the good chicken tacos.”

“Oh, word? Let me go change and we can go together.”

He started to walk around you and approach the room but you placed your hands on his chest, making him stop.

“Why can’t you go like this?”

“Cause ion wanna eat in my sweaty uniform.” He said in a ‘duh’ tone.

“You’re not that sweaty. Cmon, let’s go.” You started to pull him towards the front door but he wasn’t budging.

“Yo, what’s your deal?”

“What do you mean?”

“You acting funny bro.”

“How? I just want to spend time with you is all and you changing is going to waste that time.” You explained before flashing him a quick, nervous smile.

He stared down at you, the longer he held his gaze the more intense it became. It started to feel like he was staring into your soul but you held your composure the best you could.

“Whatchu hiding in that room?”

“Huh?”

“HUh?” He mocked, “You heard me, don’t act fucking dumb cause you bout to get me hot. Whatchu got in that room?”

“What do you mean-”

“I’m giving you a chance to come clean and lemme know the deal before I walk in there & find out my damn self and if it’s a nigga in there, both of y’all dying.”

“I have nothing to hide.”

He took his arm from your grasp before making his way towards the bedroom. He pushed open the door with so much force you thought it’d come off the hinges. All the confidence you had built up a couple minutes ago was gone now as you heard him tear every part of the room up.

“Let me find out you been fucking someone else.” You heard him say before a loud crash followed and startled you more. You quickly made your way to the room to see what he had broken. Your eyes widened as you poked your head into the room; in a matter of maybe seconds he had turned the room upside down. Things were pushed on the floor and furniture was out of place.

Against your better judgement you stepped further into the room. The bathroom door was wide open and you could clearly hear him tearing things up in there as well.

You ran towards the bathroom door when you heard glass break.

“I told you I have nothing to hide, Melo! Stop it!”

He was going through all the cabinets and in the process had dropped a few things on the ground, making them break.

“Where all your shit at?” He asked. His tone sent chills down your spine, not because it sounded angry, but it was strangely calm, which scared you.

“What do you mean?” You replied stupidly.

“Yo toothbrush, yo deodorant, yo fucking tampons and pads, WHERE ALL YO SHIT AT?!” He yelled making you flinch.

Before you could think of an excuse he was pushing past you and making his way to the closet door. You could practically feel your heart sink to your ass as he opened the door. The room got quiet and stayed that way for a while before you heard him say, “This gotta be a fucking joke.” He laughed, “You for real right now?”

“Melo..”

“Nah, don’t say shit to me right now cause imma fuck you up... you was really finna step out on me?” He turned and walked towards you, standing face to face with you in a matter of 3 steps.

“It’s not what it looks like-”

“Then what the fuck is it then cause it look like you tryna run away.”

“It’s just..” you paused, thinking of the best way to word your next statement so that you for one, you wouldn’t provoke him to act more irrationality than he already had and two, to make sure that you relay the message that the two of you were done.

“I don’t want to be with you anymore.” You said plainly, “I can’t, and I don’t want to. I think it would be best if we saw other people.”

“Well shit, who you tryna see? I’ll get my waves back and be a whole different nigga.”

You rolled your eyes, here he goes.

“What I tell you about that eye rolling shit? One day them shits gon get stuck in the back of your head.”

“Lamelo-”

“Why you use my government?”

“Because this is serious! What we have isn’t working out and it’s never going to so yes, I was planning on leaving today.”

“So you wasn’t even about to tell me first?”

“Because I knew you wouldn’t let me leave.”

“Well you sure as hell not leaving now so go head’ and unpack your stuff.”

You shook your head, “No.”

“No?”

“No.” You said sternly, standing your ground.

“You really buggin’ today. For real. Go unpack your shit and stop playin’ bruh.”

“No, Melo. I’m not unpacking anything. I’m walking out of that door today, I already made up my mind.”

“You already made up your mind, huh?”

You nodded again. He was silent, keeping his gaze focused on you. You squirmed a bit, but didn’t waiver. You knew what was coming next, his apology. He would always get quiet, and then start to apologize in some way, shape, or form or he’d guilt trip you into staying but not today.

“Baby,” his tone was low and raspy as he took a step towards you making you take one back on instinct, “What I do wrong? Talk to me, we can work this out.”

Your friends words from earlier flashed through your mind;

“All he has to do is say ‘I’m sorry’ and lay some pipe down on your and you back with him, smiling like boo boo the damn fool.”

“Back up, Lamelo.”

You two continued your little tango, him taking a step forward and you taking a step back until the backs of your legs hit the edge of the bed. You lost your balance but his hand was quickly pressed firmly against your back, keeping you up and pushing you into his body.

“You don’t gotta leave, just lemme know what I did wrong. I’ll fix it.” His face inched down closer to yours.

“Everything.”

“Huh?”

“You did everything wrong. You’re possessive, you’re irrational, I can barely breath around you. You— you punched my cousin Melo!”

“I said my bad for that, I thought he was tryna fuck with you.”

“So, your first thought was to throw hands? At my family cookout?”

He sucked his teeth, “I said my bad, what more do you want from me?”

“I want you to let me leave.”

“I’m good on that. I’ll do anything else though, what you want? A new bag? I know you like that Chanel-”

“This isn’t how love is supposed to be... don’t you see how far we’ve drifted apart? For God sakes you think offering me a bag is going to get me to stay! You don’t know me anymore.” You looked away, focusing on your feet. A few moments later you felt his warm lips press against your neck making you roll your eyes, “Melo.”

“Baby..” he said in a soft tone. You gnawed on your bottom lip as he sucked on your sweet spot, “I’m sorry.” He kissed up your neck till he got to your jaw and pressed a few soft kisses around there before trying to move to your lips. You turned your head, dodging it.

“I’m not about to do this with yo- Melo stop it!” You raised your voice as you felt your feet lift up off the ground. He picked you up, forcing your legs to straddle around him as he placed his hands under your ass. He laid you down on the bed. You kept turning your head as he desperately tried to kiss your lips. You heard him let out a small sigh of defeat and you hoped he caught the message but of course, he hadn’t. He moved down to your neck once more. You, not wanting to give in moved her hands to push away his head but he quickly grabbed them with his free hand, pinning them above your head.

He kissed down your body, pulling up your shirt with his right hand while his left still held your hands. You squirmed as his lips pressed against your stomach and started to thrash when he unbuttoned your shorts and started to pull down the zipper with his teeth. He pulled your shorts down your legs and discarded them behind him. The hand he had holding up your shirt moved to your thigh, he pushed your legs apart before pushing your panties to the side. You attempted to close your legs as you felt his warm breath up against you but the second you felt his tongue you melted, letting out a moan. He began to eat you like you were his last meal, and you could do nothing but just let the stream of continuous moans leave your parted lips. His tongue circled around your clit and you clenched your legs together. The hand holding your thigh kept your legs from closing fully.

You placed your legs on his shoulders as he kept going. You could feel the hand on your thigh slide down and soon felt his finger at your entrance. He slowly pushed his index finger inside of you before the middle joined and they both moved in a ‘come here’ motion that drove you crazy. His fingers are wet pressed up against your G-spot, moving in perfect harmony with his tongue that was working wonders on your clit. Your legs began to shake as you looked down into his eyes and he slowed down his pace, you could hear him mumble “Baby..” against you. You shut your eyes, not wanting to look at him anymore because you knew exactly what came next. This was his routine, he’d always get you vulnerable and then start apologizing and you, being the idiot you were, would accept the apology. But not today.

He mumbled your name before saying, “Look at me.” And you shook your head. He didn’t let the fact that you wouldn’t look at him bother him though, and still decided to let you know he was sorry. You felt his tongue stop moving before feeling him take a long lick upwards, before taking another lick in an odd up and down motion and then another pause before taking yet another lick in a wiggly motion. He was halfway through the first R of the word Sorry before you realized he was spelling out ‘I’m sorry’ against you. When he got to the second R your legs were shaking and by the time he finished the Y your toes were curling against his shoulders and you were cumming all over his face.

He kept going as you came, staring to spell out the phrase ‘I’m sorry’ again but you pushed his head away and clenched your legs together, all too sensitive at the moment. You heard shuffling and then felt both his large hands on either of your thighs. They slide to the underside of them and he pushed your legs back towards your head. Your eyes popped open as you felt his dick rub up against your slick folds. “You know I love you, right?” He said as he continued to tease you, running his dick back and forth against you. A little spark bubbled up inside you every time his tip would run against your newly sensitive clit.

He lined himself up with your entrance and pushed inside slowly, “You heard me? I said I love you.” He said as he continued to press his entire length inside you, making you let out a soft moan. He started to move, his strokes starting slow before moving faster occasionally, but he always kept them at a moderate pace. He let go of your legs, knowing you’d keep them in the same position. He leant down, placing his head in the crook of your neck. “Fuck, this pussy feel so good.” He rasped out right against your ear. You clenched against his length as the words left his mouth. Just the way he’d said it had you ready to cum.

He, being the person he was, couldn’t keep up with the slow pace anymore and started to speed up, pounding away at you. The sounds of skin slapping against skin could he heard all through the house followed by your moans and his occasional groans. The two of you went at it for the next hour. You had came so much that you almost forgot the reason you two were fucking in the first place.

His strokes suddenly slowed again and he spoke, “Ion wanna lose you.” He mumbled. His thrusts were slower now and deeper. “Ion want you to leave me baby, you my world, you know you my world right.” He moved his face closer, brushing his plump lips up against yours. “Say it, say you know you my whole world.”

“I-I’m your- mmphh.” You struggled to get out. You felt his thumb slowly start to rub your clit and then heard him saying, “You not finna leave me no more right?” You responded with a sound, it wasn’t a yes or a no. “Hm?” He egged on, rubbing harder but still keeping it gentle, “You not going no where right?” You shook your head no in response, unable to form any solid words.

He smirked a little before looking down “Look at that lil pretty pussy bout to cum all over this dick.. go head.” Your back arched off the bed and you started to cum, your body shaking violently as your finger nails clawed into his shoulders. He looked back up at you, carefully watching as your orgasm rolled over you. He pulled his thumb away and sucked it when you had calmed down, but were still twitching here and there. “You not doing no shit like this no more. You staying right here with me, Y/N,” he pressed a soft kiss against your lips, “This shit for life.”

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Toxic Melo is the best Melo and that’s just undisputed.

I put hashtags at the bottoms of my posts now so you can find imagines easier! Each imagine will have the same 3, my username, Melo imagine, and then either something like toxic Melo, soft Melo, etc. just for more differentiation depending on what you specifically want to see. I’m also working on a.. glossary? I guess you could say. Just a general pinned post with direct links to each imagine for easier navigation.

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8. Sick Day(s) [shorts]

Melo’s sick day

You begrudgingly peeled your eyes open as your phone alarm blared in your ear from the night stand. You reached over and lifted your phone, hitting the big orange button that appeared on your Home Screen labeled ‘Stop’. You sighed and set down your phone before glancing back at Melo, who was still dead asleep. You cooed; he looked like a baby with his lips parted open and his cheeks and the tip of his nose slightly red.

You attempted to pull away from the death grip he had you locked in at the moment. His arm was holding your torso to him tightly while his long legs were wrapped up in your shorter ones under the covers. As you tried to unravel yourself you heard him take a raspy breath in before asking, “Where are you going?”

“I gotta get up, bub. I have to get to class.”

He let out a childish whine and held onto you tighter, placing his face on top of yours. “Skip it.”

“I can’t, attendance is important.”

“One day won’t hurt you. You haven’t missed a day before..”

“And I don’t want to start.. are you alright? You feel really hot.”

“I don’t feel good.” He heaved out before coughing. All. Over. You.

“Melo,” you groaned, now really trying to get away before you got sick, “Let go.”

“But baby..” he pulled you closer into his chest, “I don’t want you to go.”

“Let me get up and get you some medicine at least. You sound really congested.”

“Swear you’ll come right back?”

“Of course. I’m only going to the kitchen.”

He let out a long ‘mmm’ like he didn’t believe you and then let you go. You instantly hopped out of bed, wanting to get as far away from the germs as you could. It was the end of the fall semester and the last thing you wanted was to get sick, and before finals at that.

You strolled out of the room and to the kitchen. Melo’s Charlotte apartment was huge so it took some time for you still half-asleep body to get there. You opened up the medicine cabinet and looked through everything before you spotted the anti-congestion cough syrup.

“Helps with coughing, congestion, mucus build up..” you trailed off and started to read the rest of the back of the bottle in your head as you strode back to the room. Melo was still in bed, playing with his chain.

(I know this is young Melo, but please use your imaginations and pretend this is present Melo)

“I’m back,” you said cheerily, “And i got some cough syrup.”

He glanced over at you, “What flavor?”

“Cherry. Why?”

“I’m good.” He set his head back down on the pillow and continued to mess with his jewelry.

“What? What’s wrong with cherry flavor?”

“Everyone knows grape is superior.”

“I’m going to ignore that statement and blame it on your sick brain.” You walked towards him and sat on the bed. You felt his arm snake around your waist and try to pull you back down into bed with him but you fought against it saying a strict, “No,” to which he replied, “But I’m sick. You’re gonna treat me like this while I’m disabled?”

You giggled, “You are not disabled. You’re perfectly fine.” You measured out the liquid in the cup that coveted the cap and handed it over to him.

He scrunched up his face and turned his head.

“I’ll stay home from school with you if you take it.” You said. You had already made up your mind to stay home since in the time you left to get the medicine he already looked worse.

“Say you swear.”

“I swear. Now take it.”

“Naw that’s not good enough. Write an email to your teachers letting them know you won’t be there.”

“Melo are you serious?”

“Dead serious. I gotta see you hit send or I’m not taking it.”

“You do know that the medicine is for your good, right?”

He shrugged, “Nigga’s get sick everyday, I won’t die. I don’t got practice for the next couple days so honestly? Im straight?” He said before bursting out into a fit of coughs.

“Sure you are.” You replied as you watched him damn near cough up his whole soul.

You stood up and walked over to your phone, picking it up, unlocking it, and heading to your Outlook 365 app to send a group email to your professors to let them know the situation… or a more exaggerated version of the situation. The email was short and sweet, not too much detail but not too little detail. You finished it up and turned your phone towards Melo so he could see for himself before you hit send.

“I regret to inform you that my grandmother is sick? Why you lying to these people?”

“I have to. You think they care if my boyfriend is sick?”

“Good point. Send it.”

You nodded towards the cap full of medicine on his nightstand on his side of the bed, “Drink it and I’ll send it.”

“That wasn’t the deal.”

“I didn’t realize we were business partners.”

He ducked his teeth and picked up the cap, throwing his head back and downing it like a shot. You smiled and hit send before setting your phone back down.

“I’m gonna go shower and see what I can get you for breakfast, okay?”

You got a loud cough in return as Melo plopped back down in bed.

You headed to the bathroom and quickly did everything you needed to, brushing your teeth, your skincare and taking a shower. You stepped out of the bathroom 20 minutes later, feeling fresh with a towel wrapped around you.

“You good?” You asked Melo as you strolled past the bed to the dresser to grab a pair of underwear and a bra. You glanced back when you didn’t receive a response. “You heard me?”

He nodded against his pillow slowly before touching your side of the bed, “Come lay.”

(Awe, poor baby ☹️)

“I can’t sit there with you all day. Who’s gonna take care of you then?”

He coughed before answering, “God.” Which made you laugh.

“I shouldn’t have asked you. You always got something to say back. “I’m gonna head to the kitchen and get you some soup, alright?”

He nodded and let his eyes shut. You walked into the kitchen and searched through the cabinets for something warm you could put together for him. You found a can of Campbells chicken noodle soup and some saltine crackers, so you decided to pair the two.

Thankfully, the soup didn’t take much time to cook and within 15 minutes you were walked back to the room with a hot bowl of chicken noodle and your hands and a sleeve of crackers and a water bottle tucked into your arm. You set down the bowl on the bedside table and placed the water and crackers next to it.

Melo rolled over and sat up, looking miserable and drained.

“It’s not much, but it’s all you really had in this house.” You said as you opened the water bottle for him. “You like chicken noodle, right?”

He nodded and opened his mouth.

“Melo.”

“Please?” He said, mouth still open.

You rolled your eyes and sat down next to him, placing the bowl in your lap. You got a big spoonful, blew on it to cool it down before placing it in his mouth. He laid his head on your shoulder as he gulped it down and then opened his mouth for another spoonful.

“I love you.” He said in a very raspy voice when the soup was halfway finished.

“I love you too.” You replied as you scooped another spoonful into his mouth.

“Can I have my water?” He rasped out.

You nodded and grabbed the open water bottle from the table and tried to place it in his hands but he wasn’t having it. He opened his mouth again, expecting you to now help him drink his water. You looked in disbelief for a second but complied. After all, you'd want someone to hopefully do the same for you when you were sick.

He finished up the soup and laid back down. You picked up the bowl and the now empty water bottle and walked to the kitchen. You washed the bowl and tossed the bottle in the trash before fixing something quick for yourself to eat. You ate in the kitchen and right when you were finishing up you heard Melo yell, “Babyyyyyy,”

“I’m coming!” You replied quickly, leaving your mess. You walked into the room to find him sitting up. “Are you okay? Do you want something?”

“You.” He strained out, “I can’t sleep.”

“Stop talking, you’re losing your voice.” You said as you approached him. “If I stay in here with you will you let me do my homework?”

He nodded, coughing again.

“Okay, let me go grab my computer.” You told him as you walked out again. You found your computer and its charger on the living room couch from your late-night study session the previous night. You picked them up and went back to the room.

You plugged your computer charger into the nearest socket and sat down on the bed, setting your computer in your lap and opening it up, closing out the tabs you had left the night before. Melo slide down under the covers and scooted towards you. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed his face up against your thigh.

You chuckled and combed your fingers through his hair.

“Can I still fuck?”

You moved your fingers from his head. He just ruined the moment.

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“What if I wear a mask?”

“You don’t even have the energy to stand up right now so how are you going to have sex?”

“… You can ride.”

“NO!”

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Your sick day

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You groaned, leaning your head back on the couch. You woke up feeling like shit. Your head was pounding and your nose was completely stuffed up. You didn’t want to point fingers but you knew it was Melo that had gotten you sick. You should have known better than to let him fuck while he was sick.. that sick dick was phenomenal though.

You were currently laying on the couch with Dip beside you. He hadn’t left your side since Melo left for practice earlier. You found it funny he was keeping watch over you as if he could do anything to help. You still found it cute though and appreciated the company.

You reached down and scratched the top of his head, “When your daddy comes home we’re fighting him for leaving us like this.” You told Dip. Melo set you down on the couch with a blanket and a couple bottles of water as if it was helpful. “He couldn’t even get me a damn pillow.” You grumbled as you looked over at the clock on the wall. “And he’s an hour and a half late.” You sucked your teeth, “Of course.”

You were surprised when a couple seconds later the front door opened and Melo came walking in with multiple target shopping bags in his hands and on his arms. He looked up at you as he entered the condo, "Hey baby, sorry I'm late." he apologized, "I got held up at the store and then in traffic. I tried to get home as soon as I could.”

You sat up to look at him better, “Oh.. no problem.” You now felt bad about what you said to Dip seconds ago. You watched as he shuffled into the kitchen area, setting the bags down on the kitchen island. “How you feeling? Good? Bad?”

“Not great.”

“I’m sorry. I got you some good stuff though.” He started unpacking everything, “Some cough drops, some soup, some Theraflu and some tea.. a humidifier to help clear up your nose, a couple blankets, and pillows.” He faced the pillow package he was holding towards you, “I saw it on a commercial. It’s supposed to be hella soft and cooling.” He explained as he unpackaged it.

He walked over to you, a few pillows in hand. “Sit up real quick.” You obliged, sitting up and set the pillows up strategically behind you. “Lay back. That feel good to you want me to rearrange em?”

“It feels good.” You smiled.

He grinned back and leaned down to press a small kiss onto your forehead. He walked back over to the kitchen and all of his bags, “What kind of soup do you want? I got chicken noodle, tomato, broccoli, and cheddar,”

You watched as he read each can off to you before setting it down on the counter. “Tomato sounds good.” You answered.

“You want it with grilled cheese?” He asked as he searched the cabinets for a pot.

“If you don’t mind.”

He shook his head, “Course I don’t. I gotta take care of my baby.”

One thing you never thought you’d see in your life is Melo cooking, but here he was throwing down on some grilled cheese before your eyes.

“You want me to make you some nighttime Theraflu so you can sleep or do you not want to sleep?”

“Uhh, I’ll take it. I could go for a nap.”

He nodded and grabbed the electric kettle and started to fill it up with water while occasionally looking back at the stove to make sure your grilled cheese didn’t burn.

A few minutes later Melo was walking towards you balancing a tray of tomato soup with grilled cheese on the side and a blanket on his forearm. He set down the tray on the living room table and pushed it towards you before wrapping you in the blanket.

“Give me two seconds, lemme throw this away.” He said grabbing all your empty water bottles and discarded tissues. You sat up and watched as he threw everything away, not forgetting to grab a fresh box of tissues from one of his shopping bags before coming towards you. He set down the tissues before picking up the tray and setting it in his lap.

“Say ah,” he told you as he picked up the spoon, getting a big spoonful of soup.

“I can feed myself.” You laughed, trying to take the spoon from him.

“I said, say ah.”

You complied, opening your mouth and he placed the spoon in it.

“You want to watch something on TV?” He asked as he got another spoonful ready.

You shook your head, “Loud things give me a headache right now.”

He nodded, picking up half of your grilled cheese and taking a bite before facing it towards you, “You wanna hear about how this old lady had me fucked up in target then?”

You grinned and nodded, “Tell me.”

The rest of the day was spent with Melo worrying too much about you and telling you what he had gone through at Target (which was surprisingly a lot)

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Such a cute boyfriend him is 🥺

[angelvyxen]

“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩.”

In which you have Melo fucked up to the upteenth degree

Lamelo Ball Masterlist here!

Melo replayed your Snapchat story over again from his fake account. You blocked him on both Snapchat and Instagram about 2 weeks ago when you two have broken up and you made it very clear to him that you wanted nothing to do with him.. that didn’t stop him from making fake accounts and continuing to watch everything you did though.

“She keep playin’ with me man,” he mumbled to himself as he replayed your story one last time just to make sure that he was indeed seeing you on a date with another man right now. He locked his phone and got up, picking his shirt off of the nearby bleachers in the gym and pulling it over his head as he walked out.

“Where you going?” Jermaine asked him as they brushed past each other, “You gotta get this work in man, time is money.”

Melo rolled his eyes, he wasn’t trying to hear that right now. “I just gotta go handle something real quick.”

“What do you need man, I’ll go get it for you.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll be back. Gimme an hour.” He said as he walked out of the gym. He fished his keys out of his pockets as he got walked up to his car. He unlocked the doors, slide into the drivers seat, and was pulling out of the parking lot a few seconds later.

He sped all the way to your apartment building. He parked next to your car and got out of his, slamming the door. He walked up the steps and to your door and started to bang on it without thinking twice. When the door swung open he pushed you aside and walked inside.

“Where he at?” He asked as he looked around.

You rolled your eyes and shut the front door.

“Stop touching my shit Lamelo!” You made sure your voice didn’t get too loud because you didn’t need your neighbors filing another noise complaint. You watched as he threw the pillows off of your couch and then looked under it before making his way down the hallway.

“WHERE YOU AT NIGGA! I JUST WANNA TALK REAL QUICK!”

“Can you stop yelling?! Damn! You’re always raising your voice for no reason!”

He made his way into your bathroom and looked behind the shower curtain.

“Ole boy must be a hide and seek champ.” He said as he opened the cabinets.

You rubbed your forehead to keep from fighting him right then and there before asking, “What are you talking about?” in a calm tone.

“So you’re just about to pretend like you wasn’t just out here cheating on me?”

“Melo.. what?”

“Your Snapchat. Who is that nigga with the fake ass Patek on his wrist?”

“What are you talking about?”

“So you’re about to look me in my eyes and act like you wasnt just out at Nobu having dinner with whatever nigga you was with? You want me to pull up your story right now and refresh your memory?”

You furrowed your brows, “Are you stalking me?”

He nodded, “And what about it?”

“Are you insane?!”

“Bitch I might be!”

“Call me out on my name again and I’ll slap you and your bootleg ass Jheri curls into next week.”

“You not about to do shit.” He waved you off, “I’ll call you whatever the fuck I please.”

The next thing you knew your hand was flying towards his face but he caught it before it could touch him and in one swift motion he had you pinned up against the nearest wall.

“I came here trying to resolve the problem but now you really do have me fucked up trying to put hands on me.”

“I have you fucked up? Who just barged into who’s apartment?! You come in here talking at me any type of way and think I’m supposed to take that lightly?!”

“All I want to know is where that nigga at.”

You sucked your teeth, “Boy bye. Let me go.”

“Naw.” He shook his head, “Cause you wanna play with me and parade out here like you single. I would never disrespect you like that.”

“Because I am single, Lamelo! We’re done! We’ve been done! Stop being pressed over how I live my best single life. You sound obsessed.”

“Cause I am obsessed.” That was one thing about Melo, he knew he was crazy and had no issue with it at all. “You know good and well you’re not single, we just on a break.”

You couldn’t help but laugh in his face when those words left his mouth, “The last time we spoke I told you I wanted nothing to do with you so what about that isn’t sinking into your fat ass head? I know you a little slow but cmon now.”

“You didn’t mean what you said, that was just the anger talking.”

“Melo, read my lips, I. Don’t. Want. You. The relationship is over, let it go.”

“What? You said you miss me?”

“You need serious psychiatric help. See, this is exactly why we didn’t work out.”

“What do you mean?”

“YOU’RE FUCKING CRAZY! You only hear what you want to hear. You never listened to me and on top of that you don’t fucking think! You just act! Like right now.”

“I just love hard.”

You stared at him for a while, wondering how someone could be so out of touch with reality.

“I just can’t believe that nigga is who you chose to try and replace me.” He spoke up, “What does he do better than me? Hmm?” He leaned in close and you could feel his minty breath hit your face.

“Back up bro.”

“Answer me. What does he do that I can’t do better?”

“He’s mentally sound, for one.”

“I bet he don’t know where you like to be touched,” his hand crept along your side, “And he don’t know none of your spots like I do,” he brushed your faces together and you felt his lips right against your ear, “And he can’t do that thing I do with my tongue that you like,”

He let go of your hands so that both of his hands rested on your sides. He moved his face so the two of you were looking at each other again, “You don’t miss me?” His lips brushed up against yours, “Just say you miss me baby, that’s all I needa hear.”

Saying yes was the worst possible thing you could do in that moment. You knew it’ll just get you wrapped up with him and the mess that came with him all over again,

“Yes.” You nodded,

But it was worth it for the dick.

He pressed your lips together and his hands slide behind your thighs, lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around him as he walked the both of you into your room, closing the door behind him with his foot.

He pulled away from the kiss as he laid you down on the bed. His fingers hooked around the waistband of your shorts and he started to pull them down your legs, tossing them behind him. He bent down, spreading your second set of lips with his middle and index fingers.

“I knew you missed me, you drippin’ shorty.” He mumbled in a low tone. Feeling his breath against you wasnt helping your case either. You felt his warm tongue trace along you, slowly licking you up and down before his soft lips wrapped around your clit and started to suck gently.

Your fingers tangled in his curls as he continued on. You bit down on your bottom lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing you moan. You were already letting him fuck, he didn’t need the extra ego boost. You felt your toes curl as he continued to suck and slurp you down. You clenched your eyes shut as your legs started to shake. When you opened them again a second later you were met with his deep brown eyes staring back into you and then you felt it- he started to trace his name agasint you.

You were about to close your eyes again out of instinct when you felt him slowly trace the M but he shook his head, “You better keep em’ open.” he demanded. You obliged, looking back down at him as he continued. At this point you had given up trying to keep your moans down and let them roll out of your mouth with every wave of pleasure.

“Melo...” you whispered out breathlessly, “I.. I’m gonna-”

He pulled away leaving you right on the edge.

“Lo, please,” you whined, trying to push his head back.

“Naw,” he replied with a little smirk on his face while he got up, “You better not touch yourself neither,” he said as he noticed what you were about to do.

He pulled down his shorts and boxers, letting his dick spring out. He motioned you down to the edge of the bed where he stood. You got up, crawling over to him and sat on your knees. You lightly gripped his dick with both hands, stroking it up and down gently. You swiped your thumb across his tip a few times, watching his precum smear.

“Don’t tease me.” His voice came out in a hushed tone. You smirked and then dragged your tongue across his length before taking him into your mouth and down your throat. You heard him let out a satisfied sigh and his hand found the way to the back of your head. He guided your movements, moving your head the way he liked in combination with his hip movements. He pulled his shaft out of your mouth a few minutes later with a loud pop. You were pushed back onto the bed and he crawled on top, the bed creaking as his weight was put on it.

He turned you onto your stomach, “Arch that shit, stop playin’ with me,” he commanded, smacking your ass. You felt his hands travel to your hips as you pushed your ass up in the air and then heard him ask, “You let that nigga hit?” As his tip pressed against your enterance. You shook your head and were met with him pushing half his length inside roughly, “Huh?” He said.

“No,” you gasped.

“You ain’t sound too sure about that so I’ll ask again. Did you,” he pulled you down, pushing all 8 inches inside you, “Let that,” he thrust inside roughly, “Nigga touch what’s mines?”

“No, I promise,” you moaned out.

“You promise?” He repeated pulling out and thrusting rougly inside you again.

“Yes,” you gasped out again before another moan left your mouth.

He got into a rhythm, each thrust coming rough and fast. You could practically feel all his frustration with you with each thrust. You felt his fingers tangle in your hair before hearing him ask, “How long you been talking to him?” When you didn’t answer him he pulled you upright by your hair, his thrusts staying constant the entire time.

“I know you fucking heard me,” you heard him say by your ear.

“I.. I don’t know.” You replied breathlessly.

“You don’t know? Ight.” He let go of your hair, making you flop back down in your original position.

“Pick up yo phone,” he instructed. You were hesitant which only made him angrier, “Pick that shit up!”

You reached over to your bedside table, picked up your phone, “Call that nigga,” when you were hesitant to do so, he sucked his teeth and snatched the phone out of your hand. He unlocked it with his Face ID he set on there a while ago and started to scroll through your texts. A moment later he had the phone pressed up against your ear and you heard your date from tonight’s voice ring in your ears, “Hello?”

Melo leant forward towards your other ear, “Tell that nigga it’s wraps.”

“Hello? You alright?” Your date said.

“Tell him.” Melo said.

“H-hey,” you started,

“Hey, are you good? You sound a little off right now.”

“I— mmph — I’m fine. I.. I gotta tell you something,”

“What’s up?”

“We,” you whimpered as you felt Melo gently rub circles around your clit while he left you to hold the phone on your own.

“You better tell him before I do cause imma hurt his feelings,” you heard Melo whisper to you.

“We can’t see each other again.” You got out quickly before stuffing your face into one of your pillows and letting out a moan. Your grip on the phone loosened and you let it fall on the pillow next to you.

“What? Why? Did I do something wrong?” You heard him ask.

“No, i-it’s just- oh my goddd..” you felt your walls clench around Melo and your knees buckled as you started to cum. Melo laughed and picked up the phone, “My bad bruh, she a little preoccupied but like she said, y’all ain’t seeing each other again. Be easy though.” He hung up and tossed your phone on the floor.

“You thought you was leaving? You got me fucked up shorty, you ain’t never getting rid of me.”

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For the anon that asked for an argument turned into angry/makeup sex.

I don’t know about y’all but I love me some toxic Melo.

[angelvyxen]

“𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞.”

In which Melo pops that 🍒

Lamelo Ball Masterlist here!

“What are we doing here?” You ask Melo as he led the both of you down the hotel hallway. Today was your anniversary and the two of you had just wrapped up having dinner downstairs in one of the hotel restaurants.

When you asked Melo what he wanted to do for your anniversary last week and he said he ‘had something planned’ this was the last thing you were expecting. Everything was so thought out; that morning he cash-apped you some money and told you to get your hair and nails done and when he came to pick you up a couple hours later he had a dress and heels picked out for you waiting in his car.

“I just thought we could chill here for the night. Get away from everyone and have some alone time.” He shrugged as he slid the key card over the reader on the door before pushing it open.

Your eyes widened as you walked into the room behind him. The lights were dimmed and there was soft RnB playing in the background. Rose petals decorated the floor and the bed had numerous gifts piled on top of the sheets.

“Babeeee...” you drug out, facing him, “This is too much, you didn’t have to do all this.” You made your way over to him and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

“I just wanted you to know how much I appreciate you.” He leant down and pressed a soft kiss onto your lips.

“But I didn’t get you anything though.” You pouted.

He shrugged, “Ion need nothing special, just you. You wanna go open your gifts?”

You bit your lip, smiling with a nod. He unraveled his arms from you and the two of you walked over to the bed that was situated in the middle of the large room. He completely went all out on gifts, getting you different types of expensive jewelry, clothes, shoes, and your first birkin bag (period bitch).

“You didn’t have to do all of this, really.” You told him as you set the last gift down on the dresser next to the other ones. You walked over to him and straddled his lap. He had been sitting on the end of the bed while watching you unbox everything. “I feel like I have to give you something now.”

“You don’t got to, like I said, I just need you.” He smiled before leaning down and pressing a kiss against your lips. His hands traveling down your sides before they cupped your ass. “I love you,” he mumbled quietly against your lips before gently flipping the both of you over onto the bed.

You said a quick, “I love you too.” As your head landed on the pillow. He had one hand placed behind your back and the other gently caressing your thighs as the two of you continued to kiss. You spread your legs further apart for him as you felt his hand slide across your inner thigh before you felt his thumb lightly circle your clit through the thin fabric of your panties, making you moan into his mouth. The touches were light but between you being sensitive by nature and the ambiance in the room everything felt so much more intense.

He pushed your panties to the side and slide a finger into you with ease, “How you so wet already?” You heard him ask which only made you wetter, “I ain’t even do nothing yet.” He chuckled as his finger slowly started to pump in and out of you.

He placed his lips back on yours as he slipped another finger inside. He slowly moved his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion, occasionally lightly grazing your g-spot. After a while he pulled away from the kiss and you watched him as his eyes focused down at his fingers. He then pulled them out and scooted down, situating himself between your legs. He pushed your dress up some more and effortlessly slipped your panties down your legs.

“You so beautiful,” he mumbled as he spread your pussy lips apart with two of his fingers, “And it’s all mines.” He rasped out as his fingers slowly entered you again. You felt his breath against you before feeling his tongue lick a long stripe against you. You found it hard to control your moans as his fingers and tongue worked in synch with one another. A couple minutes later you were cumming in his mouth, panting hard.

Once you had calmed down he pulled away and leant up, pecking your lips a couple times. “You straight?” He asked and you nodded in response.

“Lemme go get something to clean you up then we can chill for the rest of the night.” He started to get up but you grabbed his arm, sitting up.

“You don’t.. you don’t want to do anything else?”

“Whatchu mean? You wanna eat again or something? I can call room service-”

“No Melo, I mean like.. I think I’m.. ready.” You whispered shyly, looking down.

He stared at you for a second before the realization hit him. “You sure?”

You nodded. You weren’t looking up at him but you knew he was smiling. He lifted your head, planting his lips on yours again before starting to undress you. He pulled away for a brief second to pull your dress over your head but quickly placed his lips back on yours. You felt his hand creep up your back as the the kisses got heated and a second later you felt your bra clasps snap open before the straps fell down your shoulders. He slid each strap off of your arms before discarding your bra behind him.

You shivered as his lips left yours and attached to your neck, sucking lightly. His thumb grazed one of your nipples before pinching it, making you moan out. His lips left your neck and he gently pushed you down onto the bed. He down at you, his eyes rolling over every curve of your body for a while. You felt your cheeks heat up and raised your hands in an attempt to cover up but he stopped you, saying, “Nah, don’t do that. Im staring cause you beautiful, don’t cover it up.”

He kissed down your body, focusing his attention on the spots that made you squirm the most. Your breath hitched as he kissed your inner thighs. You thought he was going to give you head again but to your surprise he sat up straight and started to undress himself. You watched intently as he unbuttoned his shirt and then started to unbuckled his belt. Your toes curled in anticipation as he moved painfully slow. He glanced up at you through his eyelashes with a small smirk on his face which made you blow out a huff of air— he was going slow on purpose.

Yours eyes never left his waist area as you watched each layer on him he stripped off until his dick sprung out. You swallowed the saliva in your mouth nervously as you eyed down his length. This was the first time you had seen it and now the anxiety about sex was starting to hit you.

Melo noticed your nervousness and reached up, gently caressing your cheek, “I’ll be gentle. I gotchu baby, you know I do.” He spoke in a soft voice which eased your nerves a little bit. One of his hands slipped around one of your thighs and he pulled you closer to him, making your spread your legs farther in the process.

He started to line himself up with your enterence but you stopped him,

“Protection?” You asked.

“What we need that for?”

“Melo, what if I get pregnant?”

He shrugged, “Then we gon be changing diapers.” He answered seriously before focusing back down at what he was doing.

You gripped the sheets tightly as you felt him slowly push himself inside. Your eyes shut tightly as a stinging pain started to set in. Melo stopped everything he was doing in an instant, “My bad. Do it hurt? You wanna try it a different way?” All his questions came out quickly. You opened your eyes slightly and were met with his concerned ones looking back down at you.

“I’m fine,” you answered, “Keep going.”

“You sure?”

You nodded and he repositioned himself slightly before starting to move again. Little by little he pushed in, giving you a couple seconds of break in between inches. He was being careful, treating you as if you would break. He’d occasionally press soft kisses all over your face when you’d wince or whimper.

“I’m about to move again.. you still straight?” His voice was very soft, you can’t remember a time he ever talked to anyone in that tone.

“I’m fine,” you answered, reassuring him. He repositioned himself a bit before you felt him pull out of you slightly before softly thrusting back in. The first couple thrusts weren’t painful, just uncomfortable and it felt as though every 2 seconds he was asking if you were alright. After a couple more thrusts it didn’t feel so bad anymore and as he continued the feeling got better.

You gasped and gripped one of his shoulders when he hit a spot that made pleasure wash over you.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked quickly.

“No, you can keep going but... do what you just did again.. please.” You requested shyly.

“This?” He moved his hips the same way he had done before and a moan slipped past your lips.

“Oh, bet.” You heard him whisper to himself before doing it again, “That’s the spot right there?”

You didn’t get a chance to answer before his thrusts started up again, and he made sure to hit that same spot every time. He got into his own rhythm that suited the both of you, speeding up and slowing down at different times to tease you. You wrapped your legs around him, not wanting the feeling to stop.

“Stop playin cause I’ll nut in you.” He whispered in your ear and as if a switch went off, your legs wrapped around him tighter, your walls clenched around his length and you came.

“Oh yeah, you definitely finna get pregnant.” You heard him mumbled as you came down from your high before thrusting in you again.

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God this was so MID. We’re gonna pretend like this one is good alright y’all? 😭 I’m not too good with writing the intimate stuff, my mind always goes blank. Excuse any mistakes, I didn’t read over this.

[angelvyxen]

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐋𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐥

Lamelo Ball Masterlist here!

“You have reached the voice mailbox of-”

Melo sucked his teeth as he ended the call and then immediately called right back, his fingers gripped the sides of his phone tightly as he listened to it ring again. His other hand was holding the steering wheel with a grip so tight his knuckles were turning whiter than they already were (pale ass).

As the light in front of him turned green he was met with the same voice mail tone. He hung up and threw his phone into the passengers seat, “She got me fucked up,” he mumbled to himself before yelling, “MOVE BITCH! DAMN!” While honking at the driver in front of him.

Tonight wasn’t his night; the past few nights hadn’t been either. The team had just lost their 5th game in a row tonight, he had barely been getting any play time, and the coach still somehow found a way to blame him for their loss.

“Once this contract up, I’m gone. Fuck that team and that fat ass coach.. nigga said I ain’t running fast enough and he can’t even run.” He mumbled to himself.

He pulled into the driveway a few minutes later. He pulled the key out of the ignition and got out, slamming his door after him.

As he unlocked the front door and stepped inside the condo his annoyance only grew. He spotted your keys so he knew you were home.

“So she think it’s cute to ignore a nigga. Bet.” He nodded, kicking off his shoes and throwing his keys on the table in the living room as he was walking further inside.

“YO!” He yelled as he looked around, “WHERE YOU AT?!” When he didn’t get an answer he made his way upstairs, looking in everyone bedroom, bathroom, and closet before he found you in the laundry room, bent over loading the dryer.

He stood in the doorway, watching you for a second before coming up behind you and smacking your ass. Feeling his large palm and the force that came behind it made you jump up, but he bent you over the dryer in one swift motion before you could get a word in.

“So you ignoring me now? That’s what we on?”

“What are you talking about- OW!” You yelled as you felt him lay down another hard smack.

“Stop playin’ with me, I’m not in the mood. Why ain’t you answering your phone?”

“I don’t have my phone baby-”

“Then who the fuck got it?”

“It’s charging in the room, I didn’t know you called.” I’m sorry,” you pouted looking back at him, your heart sinking a little when you took in his expression. His eyes seemed darker and he somehow looked expressionless and angry at the same time. As much as the look scared you, it also excited you.

“Everybody just been tryin’ me,” you heard him mumble before you felt him pull down your shorts and then your panties. You tried to close your legs as the cold air brushed up against your second set of lips but he kept them apart with one of his knees.

“First it’s the coach, then it’s the media, now it’s you,” he continued. You felt his fingers brush up against your pussy and instantly melted. He spread pussy lips apart and you felt one of his long fingers push into you. “You wanna know what my fuck ass coach said to me today?”

“What did he say baby?” You replied breathlessly as you felt him push another finger inside before starting to move the pair in and out of you slowly.

“He gon say,” his fingers started to go in again, “That,” you felt them push in halfway, “It was my fault we lost,” he pushed them all the way in roughly, “Like I’m the one not givin myself minutes,” he pulled them out again and repeated the same motion faster, over and over again as he continued to rant.

“Then overtime gon post about it and some unknown ass nigga’s in they comments talking shit saying Julian Newman of all fuckin’ people better than me,” at this point his fingers were drenched in your juices and your legs were starting to shake. You couldn’t move around since his other hand was still pressed against you back, keeping you in place against the washing machine.

“Everybody been giving me hell these past few days,” he pulled his fingers out and slapped your bare pussy making you squirm. You could hear him suck your juices off his fingers before he turned you around and pulled you up, sitting you on the dryer. He pulled his own shorts down, letting them pool down at his ankles with his boxers. His dick sprung out and you could clearly see all 8 inches of his length. He was throbbing and had precum dropped down the tip. “Everyone just been fuckin’ with me,” he said in a low tone as he spread your legs. He ran his length up and down your slick folds a few times, your eyes nearly rolling back when you felt his tip brush against your clit more than a couple times.

Without warning he pulled you down onto his length and continued to thrust in the last few inches himself. You placed your hands on his chest, “Melo, be gentle,” you whispered looking up at him noticing he wasn’t looking at you but at what he was doing. “I been stressin’ the fuck out baby,” he mumbled as he thrusted in you sharply making you gasp, “Ion know what imma do bout my coach,” another sharp thrust came, “I ain’t getting no minutes,” he pushed you further back on the washing machine, making his dick slip out. He repeated his action from earlier, running his length against your lips before thrusting back inside without warning, “Nigga’s tryna question my craft,” his thrusts picked up in pace, leaving your mouth agape.

“And then to top it all off you,” sharp thrust, “Ain’t wanna,” another thrust, “Act right,” he continued to move mercilessly cause the drying to hit against the wall repeatedly.

“Baby please, slow down,” you said slightly out of breath, “I-I can’t,” you tried to push him back since your hands were sitting resting on his chest. A choice you regretted instantly.

He grabbed your hands and held them above your head, pinning them to the wall behind you, “Stop allat fucking whining,” his tone made you whimper and you could already feel yourself getting sore.

“Fuck, this pussy so good,” he rasped out. His eyes met yours again and the look in his almost made you cum. A string of moans continuously left your mouth.

As the night went on Melo didn’t let up, and he wouldn’t let you either. He made sure to keep your legs wide open and your hands away from you so you couldn’t oppose. You had lost track of time as the pleasure clouded your brain. Your legs wrapped around his back forcing him closer to you. You could clearly here his deep breaths and occasional groans and you felt his lips brush against your ear, “I told you to stop allat whining, that ain’t gonna do shit. I’m fucking all night.”

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repost. let me know if y’all can see this please.. tumblr playing games w/ me. 

[angelvyxen]

𝐌𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲

In which Melo comes home from a 5-game long road trip and catches you in an.. interesting act

Melo let out a relieved sigh as he pulled up in your driveway. He had just landed at Charlotte Douglas about an hour ago and decided he’d stay over at your’s tonight since 1) you were closer to the airport and 2) he missed you. He pulled up in your drive way, put his lamb truck in park and picked up his phone to shoot you a quick text letting you know he was outside.

He wanted to grab something eat before settling in for the night. He hadn’t eaten anything since the team left Minnesota so he was starving. He sat back and waited for your reply but after 5 minutes without a text back, or read receipt, he unbuckled his seatbelt and turned off his engine. He knew you were home since your car was the one he was parked next to so he just figured you were asleep. It was 1 in the morning after all.

He strolled up to your front door and lifted up the welcome mat, picking up the spare key. He pushed the key in the lock, turned it, and opened the door before stepping in. He made sure to close and lock the door behind him before he made his way towards and up the stairs. He noticed your bedroom door was cracked open as he walked towards it, the light from your bedroom pouring into the hallway. He reached out towards the doorknob when he came to the door but paused, furrowing his brows when he heard vibration, followed by a few muffled moans. He peaked into the room, his eyes widening when they landed on your on your bed. You had a pillow covering your face to muffle your loud moans. Your legs were spread wide and he could clearly see your juices glistening against your pussy and part of your thighs while you continued to work a pink vibrator against your clit.

He quietly sucked his teeth, grumbling something under his breath before pushing the door open slowly so it didn’t make any noise, and walking in. He crept up to your bed and crouched down so he was at eye level with you. He watched you for a couple more moments before asking, “Fuck is you doing?” Out loud.

You jumped up instantly, making the pillow fly off your face and onto the floor and the vibrator you had let go slide to the end of the bed. You crossed your legs as you sat up, “How did you get in?” Was the first thing that left your mouth.

His eyes darted down towards the toy before looking back at you, he was so tall that even crouched you two were still at eye level with each other, “So that’s what we on, for real?”

Your mouth got dry as the embarrassment continued to eat you up.

“I.. I was just using it cause you weren’t around.. and I needed you.”

“Oh, you needed some dick so instead of calling me up so I could talk you through your nut, you use that?”

“I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Go to hell bruh.” He chuckled bitterly, “You just pissed me off for real. I been told you I don’t want nobody or nothing other than me touching my pussy.”

“I’m sorry, daddy.” You apologized, crawling towards him.

He stood up, “Nah, nah, don’t start with that ‘I’m sorry’ now cause you knew you wasn’t supposed to be doing this shit in the first place. Get on your back.”

“Melo-”

“On your back. I’m not asking you next time.” He said as he started to take off his jacket.

You laid on your back, assuming the position with your legs spread, nervously watching him.

His hand lightly traced your thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind everywhere it touched before his index and middle fingers spread your second set of lips apart.

“So you like that plastic shit better now?” He questioned, using his ring finger to tease your entrance. Your breath hitched as you felt the entire finger that was just circling your entrance a second ago push into you all at once, “Huh?”

“No,” you answered shakily, “I don’t. I swear I don’t.”

“Yeah, ight. You expect me to believe that shit when you wet like this?”

He removed his fingers and stepped back. He pulled down his joggers along with his boxers, revealing his hard dick. He climbed into the bed and gripped your legs, pulling you closer and folding them against you. You bit down on your bottom lip as you felt his tip push against your entrance.

“No protection?” You asked quietly. You had hopped off your birth control last month and since then the two of you had been extra careful.

“You didn’t put no condom on the vibrator, why I gotta wear one?” He suddenly pushing an inch into you. You let out a sharp gasp.

“Baby-”

“Shut up. I’ll be damned if I have a toy out work me.” He said harshly as he went deeper. You let out a high pitched moaned as he thrust deep.

Surprisingly, he kept his pace slow. Stroking deep before pulling out almost all the way before thrusting in again. “That shit can’t go this deep, can it?” He rasped out as he ground his length into you. You swore you could feel his tip kissing your cervix.

“Nooo..” you dragged out in a moan.

His pace sped up as the answer left your mouth. You felt his grip on your legs tighten as his slow, sensual strokes turned into more aggressive, fast paced ones. “That lil toy can’t make you feel like this.” He grumbled, thrusting extra deep making your eyes roll back.

Your eyes rolled back quickly though when you felt vibrations against your clit. Your toes curled deeply and your pussy got wetter at the sight before you. Melo, with a serious look on his face, was holding the vibrator against your clit as he continued to fuck you.

“Ouuouuou daddyyy,” you dragged out, your legs starting to shake.

“I know your legs ain’t just start shaking when I used this. I know you fucking lying-” he sounded pissed and his strokes reciprocated his tone instantly. His thrusts turned jack-hammer like, making the bed shake and creak.

“Mmph daddy slow down, please,” you said breathlessly, “I can’t take it.”

“Nah, you was taking it just fine before I got here.”

He turned up the intensity on the vibrator and you swore you could see stars. A continuous string of loud moans left your mouth as you felt you felt yourself cumming. The initial feeling of euphoria washed over you before your body started jerking, and then a splash of liquid squirted out of you. Melo didn’t let up either, if anything he went harder, causing the feelings of immense pleasure to stay.

You cried out, finding it hard to form coherent words as well or squirted over and over again, “Mel.. please,” you weakly reached a hand up towards him which he slapped away.

After a watching you squirt a few more times he finally let up, taking the toy away from your clit. You thought you had time to rest but that thought was swiftly disrupted as he turned you onto your stomach, lifting your ass up, sliding into you, and resuming his strokes all in a matter of seconds.

“You. Got. Me. Fucked. Up.” He said, thrusting with each word. My nature you tried to bury your head into the mattress but he wasn’t having it. He gripped your hair, pulling your head up.

“Daddy please let me have a break,” you whined as you felt another orgasm bubble up inside you.

“Shut the fuck up and take this shit. Since you done forgot how good this dick is.”

You responded with a moan and followed his instructions, lying there and taking it.

“Ain’t nothing ever gon be as good as this dick, you here?”

“Yess, I love that dick so much baby.”

“I bet not catch you doing no shit like this again.” He gritted out, laying a hard smack on your ass, making you hiss in pain.

“Never again,” you responded out of breath before letting out a high pitched moan as you squirted all over him again, “I love that dick so muchhhhhhh!”

“This is my pussy, don’t let me have to remind you again.”

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This one was a little shorter since I wanted to get this out quickly since I know y’all be waiting on me.

I want to write a different variation of this imagine but with a more playful Melo who’s more open the idea of using the toy, what do y’all think? I also want to write this type of imagine but with Zo. Lemme know if you want to see. 🕺🏾