#nba fics

[bluewatersfairy]

ease my mind (come over) - j.p.

a/n: happy new year! here's the first part of a series that's been sitting in my drafts for months (it'll be about 4 parts, the first two are written).

synopsis: reader is in their first year on the wizard's media team and has a run in with the teams star while working late at the facility.

warnings: none! my first clean nba fic, how far we have come.

word count: 1.8k she's short and cute

•••

Your eyes felt like they were starting to burn with how long you’d been glued to your computer screen.  This was your first year working media for the Wizards and you were determined to prove yourself a worthy hire.  

Having lived in Washington for University, you’d attended several Wizards games over the years – they were a good first date option and you often found yourself cheering for the underdog.  One of the last guys you’d gone with had assumed you were from the area, commenting on how you were so overprotective of a team that has definitely seen better years.  That’s part of the reason why when someone posted the job vacancy on one of your old class pages, you applied.  

Now you were a week in with the media team and today was your first day with the actual team and everything had been blowing by you so quickly, you barely had time to process it.  So far, they’d given you jobs that were difficult to fuck up, but you wanted more than that.  You were above an intern (thank god) so you were actually shooting the camera and editing, but it was all behind-the-scenes shots.  

It was a bit like being a kid at a family event.  You were shadowing a few higher ups and fading into the background as best as possible while they were doing their thing with the players.  Most, if not all, of your shots that you’d been working on all night had included no players' faces.  Barely any faces actually.  But you’d created something of a story out of it and had managed to turn each photo into something you were proud of.  

In your head, it was giving justice-league doing interviews after saving the city.  You had everyone on the roster and could easily make a graphic out of it.  You had that fizzy feeling in your fingers as you switched between your tablet and the computer, mapping out what it could be for your pitch tomorrow.  

Interrupting your stream of thought, your phone lit up on the desk beside you, violently vibrating – making you jump.  It was your roommate calling to see when you were going to be home.  It was gone midnight and they were starting to get worried.  You begrudgingly told them you’d be home by one and started to get ready to go.  You made sure to transfer the pictures you’d spent hours on to your tablet as well as a few video clips you’d taken “just in case”.  It was gonna take 25 minutes for everything to transfer (the wifi was stupidly slow), so you grabbed your camera and phone and figured you’d take a walk around the facility and see if there was anything that caught your attention.  

You weren’t thinking of much, maybe you’d find a fun angle of the courts or something about the building that seemed aesthetically pleasing.  You were all of 3 metres out of your office when you heard the faint echo of basketballs hitting the floor and shoes squeaking.  Not exactly what you were expecting, but you followed it all the same. 

Standing at the doorway to the basketball courts, you were met with the one and only #13, Jordan Poole, shooting mid range jumpers.  He had his earbuds in and was shirtless, glistening in sweat.  He’d clearly been here for a while.  You hadn’t realised you’d been so concentrated that you didn’t hear the only other sound in the building until you were pushed out of your office.  The door was wide open too. 

“Yoo,” Jordan dragged out in surprise when he turned to see you.  His hand instinctively reached up to take one of his earbuds out and he knocked away a ball.  His eyes first scanned over your face, then down your body before they landed on your camera.  He made eye contact with you and stood still for a second before pointing at you.

“You’re the new media girl,” he identified as he started to walk a bit closer to you, a ball now tucked under his arm, “I’m not gonna pretend to know your name but I’m Jordan.”  He held his hand out to you and you slowly took it, staring up at him minorly confused and somewhat dazed.

“I know,” the words fell out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.  He smirked briefly and let go of your hand, “I’m Y/N, and yeah.  The new media girl.”  

“I didn’t think anyone else was here,” he said tilting his head to the side, “I would’ve let you know otherwise.  I’ve got a key and all the alarm codes so you don’t have to worry about me getting out if you’re heading home.”  

“Oh, I’m not-” you cut yourself off again and looked behind you at nothing in particular, “I mean, I am about to leave, but I’m not.  Yet.”  Every part of your body was telling you to stop talking, to say goodnight, turn around and leave.  But your feet couldn’t move.  You were stuck in mud under Jordan’s gaze.  He looked tired, really tired.

“You look like you have a question,” he smiled as he took out his other earbud, “or like you're lost.  I can’t really tell.”  He chuckled a little, mostly to himself and turned his eyes to the floor before he started walking to where his stuff was.  

“I’m not that type of media person,” you said, slowly following him, “I just take pictures and videos, I don’t ask questions.”  You stopped about 4 metres away from where he was bent over.  He was putting his earbuds away, you realised.

“You, as a person,” he turned his head to face you, “don’t ask questions?” he raised his eyebrows and again started to smirk.  He was playing with you, teasing you.  You were too tired to properly process any of this. 

“I do, of course!” you exclaimed a little too loudly, your eyes widening at the sound of your voice, “I ask too many actually, but I don't get paid to, y’know?  So you don’t have to do any dodging with me, I just,” you paused and raised your camera, “take pictures.”

“And videos,” he added, pointing at you.  

“And videos.”  You took a deep breath and lowered your hand.  You were realising, right then, that you did in fact have a question for him.  

“Can I ask you a question?”

He smiled, like he was waiting for you to get there and patted the seat beside him, “only if you sit down next to me.”

So you did.  You sat down and pulled your legs up to tuck them under you.  Jordan turned slightly so he was facing you better and for the first time, you caught his scent.  It was mixed with his sweat, but it was rich and smooth, and oh so familiar.  Not that you could put your finger on it.  

“Hit me,” he said, pulling you out of your head again.  He smiled brightly at you and you returned it.

“Is there something about our media team that makes you uncomfortable?” you blurted out, it’d been on the tip of your tongue all day.  “At Golden State, you seemed so warm to the media team, but here, you look like you’d rather be anywhere else.”

His smile slowly faded and he looked down at his lap, biting his bottom lip slightly before pushing his lips together.  He looked at you and pushed his tongue between his teeth. 

“It’s not just with this team, your team,” Jordan said honestly, “there was just a point where I felt like I couldn’t say the right thing so I just,” he paused and leant back in his seat, “pulled back with them.”  

Jordan sat in thought for a moment before turning to look at you to see what you had to say.  You didn’t have much, to be honest.  You’d not known this media team all that long and the only reason you even knew any of this was because you were a fan of the team.  And Jordan.  

“I feel like I’ve seen you before,” Jordan broke out of the conversation and leant forward, dropping the look of vulnerability that very briefly crossed his face.  “‘You come to games often?”

You laughed, accepting you were moving on from your once serious conversation.  “I do, it’s sort of my go-to first date idea.”  

Jordan made a face before the two of you shared a quick chuckle, “you like watching your home team lose on a date?”  

“Hey,” you quipped, swatting at his arm, god his arms were solid, “you guys won most of the games I was at.”  

He rolled his eyes and chuckled a little, “no wonder I remember your face then, you must be our good luck charm.”

Before you could respond your phone started buzzing again.  Your roommate was video calling you this time, not a good sign.  So, you declined it and tucked it under your thigh.  

“It’s late,” Jordan said as he glanced at his watch.  He’d watched you decline a call from one ‘loveyyy’ and he decided he wasn’t putting himself in a smart position.  “You must have someone waiting at home for you.”

“Just a roommate who listens to the traffic radar too much,” you stood up, following Jordan and looked up at him for a moment when a thought crossed your mind.

“Did you enjoy doing the mini mic interviews?”  He was caught off guard, it showed in the way his eyebrows shot up and he instantly smiled.

“I did,” he nodded his head, “I dunno why they didn’t try and keep them going here.  They talked about it for a minute last season.”  

That was your entry point, you were sure of it.  Jordan was always stand offish towards everyone but he seemed to like talking to you.  If you could get him a mini mic and a few questions, you were sure you could make something of it.  A season-long series would basically prove your worth, secure you a proper spot on the team and Jordan was their best option for media engagement.  He was charismatic and good looking; the perfect poster boy. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you called to him as you started walking off, your brain in quick motion, “hopefully with a mini mic.”

“I look forward to it,” Jordan called out after you.

Truthfully, he wasn’t sure what he’d just set up, but he liked your vibe.  You were easy to talk to and finally stopped the thought that had been spinning in his head all day.  This felt like a do-or-die season.  If he didn’t play his best, he wasn’t sure they’d keep him around come February.  And he wanted to stay here, he wanted to make a name for himself separate from everyone else.   

[reizeken]

fics i wanna write cause there's a criminal lack of steph curry works in NBA rpf

Lebron/Steph (i think they literally can't stop going back to each other, doomed couple, I love it)

KD/Steph (COME ON, AM I INSANE, OR DID NONE OF YA'LL ACCEPT THE SEXUAL TENSION PRESENT, EVEN LOFTER ISN'T ALL TOO HOT WITH THIS)

Giannis/Steph (Since the mandarin authors left I need more, cause the size diff)

Ja/Steph (ok, guilty pleasure, I think I'm legit the only one who's ever written it lmfaooo)

sorry klay.....you've lost privileges for a bit

[csacg]

Someday - JM

summary: molly and her boyfriend of one year, jared, have a conversation about their future while driving back home.

warnings: none

word count: 621

a/n: this is entirely self-indulgent, i'm obsessed with sweetheart Jared rn and his energy. someone get him on an nba team with people who want to win.... anyways...

The soft hum of the tires against the road filled the car, mixing with the faint music playing in the background. Molly rested her head against the window, watching the streetlights flicker past. Jared drove with one hand on the wheel, his other resting casually on the gearshift, his thumb drumming a quiet rhythm.

They had been at one of their favorite late-night spots, and now the comfortable quiet of the drive home felt just as special.

Jared broke the silence first. “So, I was thinking,” he started, his tone casual but deliberate.

Molly turned her head toward him, raising an eyebrow. “About?”

“About us,” he said, glancing at her briefly before returning his focus to the road. “About the future.”

Molly blinked, the words catching her slightly off guard. “The future, huh?”

“Yeah,” Jared said, his lips twitching into a small smile. “You ever think about it?”

She hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve. “I mean, yeah. Sometimes. Why?”

Jared shrugged, his thumb tapping against the wheel. “I just… I don’t know. I guess I’ve been thinking about where this is going. What we want, you know?”

Molly’s chest tightened, her heartbeat quickening. “And… what do you want?”

Jared’s smile softened, his eyes glinting in the dim light. “I want you. Like… in my life. For a long time.”

Molly stared at him, her breath catching. “Jared—”

“I mean it,” he said, cutting her off gently. “I know we’ve only been together for a year, but I just—” He paused, gripping the wheel a little tighter. “I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

Molly was quiet, her mind racing as she processed his words.

“And I don’t mean, like, tomorrow or anything,” Jared continued, his voice steady but earnest. “But someday. You know?”

Molly swallowed hard, her hands clasping together in her lap. “Someday?”

Jared glanced at her again, his smile returning. “Yeah. Someday. Like… our place. Maybe a dog. Or two. Definitely not a cat, though, because I’m allergic.”

Molly let out a small laugh, though her eyes were wide. “You’re serious.”

“Of course I’m serious,” Jared said, his tone softening. “I love you, Molly. I’m not going to pretend I don’t think about this stuff. About us.”

Her heart swelled, and she felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. “I just… I didn’t think guys your age thought about things like that.”

Jared smirked. “Guess I’m not like other guys.”

Molly smiled, wiping at her eyes as she shook her head. “No, you aren’t,” she said, her voice warm. "You're something else."

“Maybe,” Jared said, reaching over to take her hand in his. “But I’m also in love with you. And I know what I want.”

Molly’s fingers tightened around his, her chest feeling impossibly full. “Jared… I don’t even know what to say.”

“Say you’ve thought about it too,” he said quietly, his voice laced with hope.

She smiled, her thumb brushing against his hand. “I have. I mean, I’ve always thought about the future in a general sense, but… you’re in it. You’re all over it.”

Jared’s grip on her hand tightened, his expression softening even further. “Good. Because that’s how I feel too.”

Molly looked at him, her chest filling with a warmth she couldn’t quite describe. “You really mean it, don’t you? All of this?”

“Every word,” Jared said, his tone steady and sure.

She smiled, her heart feeling impossibly full. “Okay. Someday, then.”

“Someday,” Jared agreed, lifting her hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles.

And in that moment, with the quiet hum of the car and the stars lighting their way, it felt like someday wasn’t so far away.

[trentlvrr]

Take care - J. McCain

info n stuff: I was so surprised to see that there are literally no fics of Jared McCain so yk i had to take things into my own hands lol! This is a pretty short lil imagine/oneshot, hope you enjoy! :D

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Jared and I’s skin glowed gorgeous golden shades as the afternoon sun shined through the living room. I softly hummed along to drakes 2011 album as I parted my boyfriend’s hair in 4 sections, preparing to try out a new curl routine for his soft coils. The tv buzzed with info and opinions on last nights game, my boyfriend’s attention fully focused on the screen - or so I thought. I smiled softly, thinking about how simple yet beautiful this moment is. “Baby,” Jared’s voice softly spoke. “Yes love?” I replied. “I love you babe, so much” he continued. I chuckled heartily. “I know J, I love you more” I retuned. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel a wide grin forming on his face. I smiled as I pulled his head back gently, placing a delicate kiss on his forehead. I pulled back not soon after, his tender brown eyes beaming into mine. “What is it?” I giggled airily. “I love you” he whispered. “You said that already J” I responded, my face hurting from the huge smile taking over it. “I know” he smiled softly. I grinned as I adjusted his head, continuing the curl routine. Jared moved a bit, reaching to grab crimson red, pure white and royal blue nail polishes before settling back down. I watched him, my eyes full of admiration, as he gently repainted his nails. I watched closely as he tried his hardest to not be messy with the application. I smiled to myself as I twisted the first section of his hair up, getting it out of the way. Sigh, I’m really in love with this man. 

[swiftsmlb]

dating jayson tatum includes.

jayson tatum x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of sex.

authors note: hi. jayson tatum imagine here! hope you all like it. my first nba imagine on here! requests are open!

the both of you met after a game, after he accidentally fell on you during the game

he NEEDED to make sure you were alright. and you were. thankfully!

jayson asking you to dinner as an apology

things took off from there

you both became inseparable

jayson is such a gentleman. treats you so right

jayson teasing you about how short you are

cuddles 24/7

jayson being the big spoon all the time

he loves it when you run your fingers through his hair

jayson loves everything about you

tells you how beautiful are, every damn day

now… if we are being honest: jayson is the jealous type

he gets possessive easily. but not in a toxic way

he just loves you and hates lingering eyes on what’s his

facetime calls when he’s away

post-game sex.

make up sex

shower sex!

jayson loves to praise you. even if it isn’t during sex

helping him when he’s sore

late-night car rides !

getting matching tattoos with one another

jayson giving you nicknames “ darling” and “ angel”

going to every home game

wearing his jersey, always

supporting one another always

baking together! he loves to help - even though he sucks at it!

being there for him through the toughest losses

and being there for the huge wins

being loyal to one another

your his angel. it was like fate when he fell on you that night

[darling-flora]

reader’s camera roll during jp3's golden state era

inspired by this post by @elyseesarchive ❤

[padfootastic]

i just want to put it out there that sirius black is scary as fuck from a purely physical point of view.

he’s tall as shit, has been since fifth year when he got his growth spurt, and he has tendency to loom over most people.

there’s also the matter of his poker face—it’s impeccable, untouchable. can make anyone feel like him stuck to the bottom of his shoe. he learnt it from the best in house black and it’s his default. there’s a reason people are afraid of approaching him, and are slightly awed by james’ ability to unconditionally do so at all times.

his magic is ridiculously sentient. it swirls around him at all times, often feeling suffocating to those near him. he doesn’t even notice how it swells with his emotions, rising in his defence without him having to call it. at times, it can feel like a brick wall, that’s how powerful it is. and it’s cold. people have been known to shiver and turn into metaphorical icicles around him.

and he’s also just intimidating in a—social capital way ykno? so much money, training, and status. it shows. he could be dressed in a potato sack and he’d still reek of royalty. which is essentially what the blacks are.

and this is it u don’t take padfoot into account. this fuckoff huge Grim who’s literally an omen of death, easily twice the size of any human around him, just bounding around with sharp canines on display and malice in his eyes. it’s the easiest thing to piss ur pants when u come into contact w him.

[princesachicana]

MIS AMORES masterlist

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+ MORE!

[crii-sis]

[imaginespazzi]

I’m here! 🙋🏽‍♀️ Just reading and rereading. I always blow thru a chapter first and then go back and read it slower to really savor your words.

Drew in the NBA! 🥹 I knew it. Stephie really is the one who’s breaking down everyone’s walls and I love that she’s a vehicle for that. “Uncle Drew” how can he resist her?

Paige is funny. Does she think if she beats that girl up enough she’ll ask to get traded or something??

Practically living at Azzi’s huh?? Okay, okay, I see. Not like that’s gonna blow up in their faces one day….

More to come later. Lemme me do another reread. (If this was a book I’d use a highlighter!)

-🥀

Ugh you're so sweet, you make me melt <3

Stephie is literal sunshine and absolutely no one is allowed to be cold around her because she will melt everyone's hearts.

Listen don't ask Paige about her logic, it never really exists lmao.

I would neverrr make it blow up in their faces :)

Also babes I'mma just answer your other ask here too

I DID SEE THIS!

She's kinda insane like she saw the cookie, she went after the cookie and damn did she get the cookie. But no fr like I always say, there's something really strong out there that's connected the strings of their lives together.

[bluewatersfairy]

distraction - j.p.

a/n: this one's for everyone in my inbox, I see all your messages and I love y'all 😭

synopsis: late night studying very quickly turned into needing a distraction which may come in the form of a fwb!

warnings: mature content, MINORS DNI! unprotected sex (wrap it, then tap it), dom!reader, sub!jordan if you squint lots

word count: 2.6k (writing under 3k is crazy for me)

p.s. it's been ages since I've written something in one night so I genuinely have had no time to consider if this is good or not (oh and this is not proof read)

•••

“You sounded urgent on the phone?” Jordan inquired as you opened the door and grabbed his arm to pull him inside.  He’d come over in record time, but it still wasn’t quick enough.  

“It is urgent,” you said, putting your hands on his waist and pushing him to sit on your couch.  “Have you had sex with anyone recently?”

Your hands were in your hair, carefully moving it to be so it wasn’t in the way.  Jordan stared up at you, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips sitting pouted.  “What do you mean?”

“It’s a yes or no,” you said, lowering to your knees in front of him, “answer me.”  You braced your hands on his thighs and for the first time actually looked him in the eyes since he’d arrived.  He’d clearly picked up on your rush and desperation, you could see a familiar sparkle in his eyes, but he still looked deeply confused. 

“I haven’t,” he breathed out slowly, “just you.”  He gave you a little half smirk and watched as you stood again, sliding into his lap with ease.

His hands immediately went to grip at your hips and you carefully took his glasses off, popping them on the foot stool that was by the arm of the couch.  He watched you attentively, waiting for you to be face to face with him again.  

“Rough day?” he asked as you ran your hand up his neck to cup his face.  You let your thumb brush over his bottom lip and the two of you held eye contact.  His eyes not so subtly glanced between your eyes and your lips, his mind wandering off at the sight of your gloss.  He couldn’t tell if that was what smelt so good or if it was just you. 

“If I stare at my assignment any longer, my head might explode.”  You tilted his head slightly and waited to see if he was going to give you any type of resistance or if he was just along for the ride.  You took a few moments to look over his face and compose yourself.  Less than a minute ago he’d knocked on your apartment door and now you were straddling him on your couch.  A lot can happen in 60 seconds.

“I like being your distraction,” he smirked before you leant forward and connected your lips with his.  

He met your greedy kiss with the same type of energy straight away, his mouth opening and letting you take control of him.  It was rushed and hot, desperation dripping off of you.  It felt like the first time all over again, like you weren’t quite sure where to put your hands or what part of him you wanted to feel most.  You loved his lips on yours but they could do so much damage wherever they landed.  He just knew what to do to drive you insane and as much as that was what you wanted, you needed control.

You pushed on his shoulder as you tried to get some leverage on him and without meaning to, rocked your hips on top of his.  He let out a strangled moan and your lips broke away from one another.  His arms wrapped around your torso and he buried his face in your neck.  The tip of his nose rubbed against the sensitive skin at the nape of your neck while his lips sloppily kissed and grabbed at you. 

“Fuck,” he groaned out as you pressed your hips against his again, “you smell so good.”

You weren’t sure if it was what he said or his hot breath on your neck but you needed more contact with him.  Your hand went back to his neck and you pushed his head back again.  He leant against the back of the couch and seemingly waited for you to kiss him again.  

“Take your hoodie off,” you sat back on his lap as you spoke, “shirt too.”

Jordan didn’t make a move straight away so instead you pulled your shirt off.  He had this look on his face that almost looked like admiration, it didn’t really make sense considering, but once your shirt was gone he was pulling his hoodie off over his head.  He lifted his knees slightly and pulled you closer to him.  His hand reached for the back of your bra while he danced his lips across your chest. 

“You’re in a mood today,” he mumbled against your collarbone before he let his teeth playfully nip your smooth skin, “I like it.”

You rolled your eyes as he undid your bra and let the straps fall down your arms before tossing it away with the rest of your clothes.  You went to say something about how you really didn’t care what he liked but instead were cut off by his lips attaching to your nipple and his large hands palming your tits.  

“Shit,” you sighed, “I don’t have all night, J.  I got deadlines.”  He groaned with your tit still in his mouth before pulling away.  You took the chance to lift yourself up to pull the pair of NRL shorts you had on down and Jordan awkwardly pulled his grey sweats off by only lifting his hips off of the couch.  

“I need a second,” Jordan took a breath as you sat down on his lap again.  He could feel the heat radiating from your core and it was making his heart race.  But his hard-on had barely had time to grow, a lot was happening very quickly and he felt like he physically wasn’t at the same place he was mentally.

Knowing Jordan, you spat on your hand and reached under you to pick up his shaft and kissed him again.  You licked into his mouth and slowly rubbed your hand against his dick.  He let out quiet moans into your mouth and you tried to pull him closer to you.  His hands gripped on your ass and thighs and he melted into you.  

“Is that enough?” you asked breathlessly between a few soft pecks.  Jordan nodded quickly and you let your thumb brush over his tip, collecting the precum he had started to leak.  

You smiled at him and popped your thumb in your mouth, tasting him before reaching between the two of you again.  

“You don’t need anything?” Jordan asked as you lined his cock up with your opening, “it feels weird not going down on you.”

“Shut up,” you said half playfully as you pushed his face back again.  He laughed a little and the two of you shared a smile before you lowered your hips on to him, “you’re a giver, a real gentleman, we get it.”  

Sinking on top of him gave you a rush like no other.  The slight curve of his tip meant that he always managed to drag against your g-spot when you were on top.  It was the easiest way for you to get off and that was part of why it was your favourite way to have Jordan.  Not to mention the face time you got meant that the two of you were forced to connect with one another emotionally, not just physically.  It was a nice arrangement, it felt right, in the weirdest way. 

“God, you feel good baby,” you smiled at Jordan as you braced your hands on his broad shoulders.  

Jordan almost missed what you’d said.  He had his eyes closed and his eyebrows furrowed and seemed to be really concentrating.  And he was.  Over and over again in his head he was repeating the same words: don’t bust quick.  This wasn’t the first time he’d been inside of you without protection, but it had been a few weeks since the two of you had hooked up and feeling how wet and hot you were was not helping his case.  You were paradise, but he was here for you and had to at least try and last a decent amount of time before he let go.

“God damn,” he cussed when his eyes met yours, “I might just be infatuated with you after all this.”

“Oh you best be,’ you grinned as you leant up to kiss him again.  It was just a quick peck, but Jordan made it clear he was expecting more.  “Quiet now, Pretty boy, I’m tryna do something.”  

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and you pulled your hips up, feeling him drag against your walls before pushing yourself back down again.  The first few times were more to feel him, you wanted it to be nice and slow just to drive him a little bit crazy.  It was clearly working too, he was hissy in your ear and gripping your hips tight, though he made no move to take over.

Once your speed picked up, he offered some assistance but you were completely in control.  You moved your body against him, feeling every inch of his dick and getting lost in the sounds you were pulling out of him.  The air was thick with your arousal and the sounds of your ass against his thighs.  

“Oh my god,” you called out loudly as you felt his head twitch inside you.  You paused your hips and gripped Jordan’s shoulders again, digging your nails into his skin, before you rolled your hips to get some traction for you.  

“I’m not gonna cum,” Jordan choked out, his head leaning back and his eyes focused on the ceiling.  You smirked and rolled your hips again which sent a jolt through his body.  “I’m not ruining this for you baby, just give me a second.”

You giggled a little and rolled your hips again, seeing the exact same reaction from him, “you’re not ruining anything honey,” you cooed.  He made eye contact with you briefly but that sent another jolt through his body and he pulled his eyes back to the ceiling.  

“If you wanna cum you can,” you said sweetly, your lips leaning down to kiss his heaving chest.  You dragged your lips up his pecs and left opened mouthed kisses trailing up to his neck.  “Nothing’s stopping me tonight.”  

Very carefully you sucked the skin below his ear lobe, pulling a throaty groan from him.  You only pulled away when you were sure you’d left a little mark and blew cool air on it.  You’d always wanted to leave your mark on him, a part of you interested to see how the internet would react and the other feeling proud that you could get a big name like Jordan Poole acting like a lost boy.    

“You’re a fucking problem,” he groaned as your eyes connected again, his moment of weakness clearly having passed.

“You thought this was gonna be easy?” you teased with a smile.  He reacted by smacking your ass before tightening his grip on your hips.

Again, you pulled yourself up and started to rock against him at a steady rhythm.  Your words had seemingly relaxed Jordan and he was just gonna let whatever happen.  It was just about you now and you accepted that with a smile.

Feeling him twitch against your walls sent hot flashes throughout your body.  Your g-spot was being stimulated more and more with each passing moment.  You hadn’t noticed but the heat coming off of his raging tip added an extra sensation to your experience.  Usually at a time like this you’d pull away from whoever and get them to play with your clit or you’d do it yourself, but this was a better feeling.  You were getting wetter the more you worked to get it just right.

“I’m about to cum,” you let out between pants and you adjusted your legs quickly to make it easier to go quicker.  The new angle put your tits in Jordan’s face and he immediately started to give them attention, driving you closer to the edge.

“Your clit,” Jordan suddenly said between movements, “does it need-shit.”  He cut himself off as something like lightning struck through him again.  

“Cum inside me J,” you encouraged, your own head being thrown back as you moved quickly.  You were burning up and were hyper aware of his every touch.  He’d never finished inside before but it felt like the right moment, you didn’t want to part ways with him and you wanted to feel him come undone.  

“Gah, are you sure?” his puppy dog eyes found yours for a second, he needed proper confirmation.

“You’re not allowed to pull out,” you argued back, “shit, shit, shit.”

You pushed Jordan’s shoulders back again and used every instinct you had to ride on top of him.  He spurted out a loud string of cuss words and inaudible claims as he let his head fall back against the couch.  You felt him twitch inside and waves of heat flow through you.  The sounds coming from your bodies was becoming louder, wetter, and you knew you were almost there.  You changed your movements slightly so there was more friction in your movements and you knew you were done.

“You look so fucking good right now,” Jordan choked out, “you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?”

Even in his fucked-out blissful state, Jordan found your clit blindly and fumbled to rub it just to give you a little more stimulation.  He knew it was what was going to send you over and like magic, your name was falling from his lips mixed with loud moans.  You came on top of him, your sex mixing with his and making more of a mess between your thighs.  You rode out your high, your body arching and legs fighting to stay open.

After the final jolt, you let yourself relax against Jordan’s chest.  You could hear his heart beating rapidly and it made you laugh a little.  You weren’t sure how long you sat there with him still inside you.  It was definitely longer than the time it took for him to walk in your front door for you to get him naked.  

“When’s your deadline?” he asked, breaking the silence and pulling you out of your little dreamworld.

“Tomorrow morning at 9am,” you replied, glancing at the clock behind him.  “Why?”

He checked his own watch quickly before brushing some of your hair out of your face, “I’m stickin’ around until everything’s done.  Just in case you need this again, or someone to talk to.”

Someone to talk to, that was how this whole situationship had started up.  One night he’d just been around past midnight and suddenly you were making out with him, and then you were naked, and then he was asking where you keep your condoms.  Life comes at you fast sometimes.  

“I guess you can stick around, you’ve probably got clothes here anyways.”  You kissed him quickly and smiled before carefully standing up, still on the couch.  Unexpectedly, Jordan gave your hand a kiss before helping you get down safely.  You pulled him up and the two of you walked to the bathroom, grabbing a few cloths from your linen cupboard along the way. 

“You should be like that more often,” Jordan commented from the shower while you were sitting on the toilet.  He was just turning the hot water on when you made eye contact with him.

“Like what?”

“Y’know,” he smirked, “in charge.  It’s hot, I like it.”

You rolled your eyes and stood up from the toilet, checking to make sure you weren’t going to leak anymore if you put on a clean pair of pj pants.  

“I’m going back to my assignment,” you said after washing your hands, “I’ll call on you if I need another distraction.”

“I’ll be ready,” he smirked and saluted you before you stepped out, pulling the door closed behind you. 

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I need bitches to pitch in with the ja/steph fics cause otherwise i'mma have to make my boy yuki stay awake to beta read thee most devastating ja/steph and steph/bron fics

GIVE ME IDEAS YA'LL

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participated in yuletide this year and got 2(!!) gifts this year so lemme share them: Build Before the Break - genfic of Aliyah Boston and Caitlin Clark working together to improve their skills. It was nice to read! I think the exploration of their similar experiences is interesting. 

through him, i see a glimpse of you - Jaylen Brown/Jayson Tatum superhero AU. There's some really neat tie-ins with the superhero elements to basketball and it was very cute to read about Jayson putting the pieces together. Also some cute moments with Deuce in there.

Hopefully someone enjoys these as well!!

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new celtics fic dropped (nobody cheered)

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dating shai gilgeous alexander includes…

warnings: talks about sex. jealousy. fluff.

the two of you meeting back in canada.

you were still in college, working on a report in a little cafe. shai spotted you, wearing an oversized thunder hoodie.

and he thought you were beautiful. plus, you were a thunder fan?? he couldn’t ask for more.

so he went over and asked if he could sit with you. you knowing him? obviously said yes. he was your favorite player anyway.

the two of you exchanged numbers that day. texting non-stop. even when shai had to go back to the states for the nba season.

facetiming, calling, texting, snapping one another all the damn time.

shai invited you out, and got you tickets to see him.

of course he had to impress you in person, scoring forty points to win the game over the warriors.

and shai had asked you to be his girlfriend that very night.

the two of you had been going strong ever since.

shai is BIG on physical touch. he always wants to hold your hand. wrap his arms around your shorter frame. he always wants to be close to you.

shai loves it when you travel with him to away games.

having his girl is always important to him!

shai loves bending down to give you kisses.

check kisses, forehead kisses ^

and you know shai has to get the both of you matching outfits.

“do you like this outfit baby? we can match.”

shai just adores you. like there are no words to explain it.

him supporting all of your dreams. he wants the best for you.

BIG on PDA.

like he doesn’t care about kissing in public.

this man…. takes care of you during sex.

jealous sex.

shai gets jealous easily.

and you love it when shai gets jealous. it’s just so hot.

so gentle n sweet.

puts your needs before his own.

loves to spoil you beyond end.

shai proposing to you where you met in canada.

shai is just perfect.

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luka and booker - jealousy

Devin was in Dallas, sitting on the bleachers like some girlfriend, waiting for Luka to finish his workout. Ducking low when he saw some confused looks at his presence, Luka smiling like the devil at his embarrassment.

Luka invited him over to sit on the bench like a trophy, to show his teammates he had Booker. Devin wasn’t sure what he was walking into, but sure as hell wasn’t expected to be on display while some Maverick’s players worked out.

“I’ll be done in a minute, honey.” Luka said it with a familiarity they didn’t have, and Devin tried to convince himself it wasn't something he wanted. Luka was fucking with him, putting him in his place.

Devin flipped him off with a straight face, earning some chuckles from the room. One in particular stood out, louder then the rest and approaching him. Devin looked up to see Klay towering over him. It was like whiplash, seeing Klay on a different team.

“You let him screw with you like that?”

Klay was slick with a sheen of sweat, flexing his hands while he looked at Devin with an almost predatory interest. They had a complicated history, some trash talk on and off the court, but nothing Devin shied away from. He lifted his shirt up to wipe his face, purposefully flashing Devin his abs.

“Why, you wanna screw with me like that?” Devin pouted a little, leaning forward, head at crotch level.

He didn’t mean anything by it, but it may have been a dangerous invitation because Klay’s eyes went dark with desire. Luckily, they were interrupted by Luka who slotted himself between the two, putting a hand on Devin’s shoulders, almost possessively.

“Ready to head out?” Luka asked Devin, sounding like he was restraining anger, glaring at Klay as the older man back off, hands in the air.

Klay was laughing as he walked away like he was unaffected, and Devin watched him disappear behind the double doors of the gym, a little in awe of the confidence.

“Fix your fucking face.” Luka snapped, shoving Devin hard as he said it, almost toppling him over.

Devin’s pushed back, standing up and squaring his shoulders. Luka’s jaw was clenched, eyes creased with scorn when Devin realized it

“You're jealous?” Booker laughed, hand on his stomach to compose himself as little he could.

Luka gripped his bicep, dragging him away, grumbling under his breath in Slovenian. Devin couldn’t even find it in himself to stop. He was stumbling over the vinyl flooring, sneakers squeaking as he wasn’t even trying to keep up with Luka. The grip on his arm getting tighter the louder he laughed.

“I’m not jealous.” Luka sounded unconvincing. “He’s being so obvious. Its embarrassing.”

Devin snorted before pulling his arm back, the rest of the room was probably looking at them but Devin couldn’t have cared less, Luka invited him here to show him off so Devin was going to put on a show.

“Are you mad your teammates want to fuck me?” He didn’t bother keeping his voice down, eyes wide, batting his lashes, framing it like an innocent question.

Luka face twisted with a scowl, refusing to let go. Snaking one hand on Devin’s lower back, the other digging into his hips as he pushed him out the room.

“Next time, you sit there in my jersey.” Luka’s low voice sent a shiver down Devin’s spine. “So there’s no confusion that you are here for me.”

That shut him up immediately, the hunger in Luka’s eyes as he looked at him felt like a promise.

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