#nba imagine

[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

[clevelcnds]

Can u do a dating ja mornat hc?

dating ja morant includes (HC)

ja LOVES TO show you off

he always posts you on his instagram or stories

ja talks about you in interviews

the both of you are always supportive of each other

stealing his hoodies when he’s away and when he’s home

“you look so cute.”

ja praises you

“you’re the most beautiful person in the world. you know that?”

lots of cuddles

pda.

ja gets jealous easily

when ja gets jealous, you immediately know it.

having an arm wrapped around you at all times

protective ja

taking showers together

ja always admiring you

ja spoils you a lot

even know he knows you can support yourself. he hates when you spend your own money

ja also loves to help you pick out outfits in the morning

wearing his jersey and only his jersey

going to every home game

he’s a softie when it comes to you

ja teaching you how to play basketball

being a goofy couple

spending every second together when you can

you are a great cook, and ja loves when you cook for him

getting him a skincare routine and making him do it every night.

taking care of him when he’s sore

being there for the huge wins

and also for the losses

being together forever

[writerspor]

Jordan Poole X Reader

- Announcement of dating on Valentine's Day

78.982 liked - tagged: jordan_poole

Y/n/Surname - 6 months with the most smiling boy in the world, thank you for all the good times you give me and all the smiles. First Valentine's Day we spent together and I hope it's the first of many.

18,349 comments

jordan_poole - We are for life baby❤️

poolenation_ - Oh my God, our boy found a way🥺❤️

kate_ham34 - He got a baddie for life🥲❤️

they.gsw - Our boy scoring on and off the court

warriors - Our cute little couple🥺

ayeshacurry - My little ones grew up so fast🥲

stephencurry30 - 6 months and we still haven't gone on a double date

klaythompson - @y/n/surname you need to introduce me to a friend so we can double date

↪️jordan_poole - The game has turned, isn't it captain Killa?😉

[thatsdemko]

comfort cuddles - k.hayes

masterlist

requested: n

pairing: killian hayes x reader

prompt: rubbing comforting circles into their skin

warnings: just soft fluffy vibes

a/n: this beautiful French man deserves to have something written about him and I decided to take an idea from a prompt list that seemed fitting for him!

another loss. at this point you weren’t surprised, but you sure were disappointed.

the pistons couldn’t seem to find their rhythm this season(or quite frankly any season), and they were barely winning games. so when the final score flashed onto your television you weren’t surprised to see another loss.

you reached for the remote no longer interested in what the commentators had to say anymore and decided to shut it off. you sat there for a moment or two looking out at the busy street moving with cars at every second. after a few more minutes you decided to get up and start taking care of the dishes that were dirty and the leftovers. it gave you time to occupy yourself before killian came to your apartment, and it freed your mind of the loss that was hanging over your head.

the dishes were in the dishwasher and the food was in containers when you finally heard the sound of the lock turning and the door being pushed open. you wiped your hands on a towel before making your way to the hallway to see killian with his hood on and his head low.

you frowned moving towards him to close the space between you two, “come on baby, don’t be so hard on yourself.” you said pulling him into your body and wrapping your arms tightly around him.

“bébé, can we just cuddle?” you hear him mumble, pulling away from you. he slipped off his shoes and didn’t even wait for you to join him in your bed. you shook your head at the comfort he had with making himself at home, but you followed behind him.

“do you wanna talk?” you asked sliding under the covers letting his head rest on your chest and your arm draped around his shoulders. you bent your head down giving him a soft kiss on his forehead.

“not now. I just want to cuddle.” he turned to put his head into your chest, closing his eyes, as your finger tips began to gently glide against his skin making circles and all sorts of shapes. you heard him hum settling in even further into your body.

“you like that?” you whispered, mainly to yourself, but you heard a muffled reply of a ‘yes’ so you knew to continue.

you went on for a couple more minutes moving all over his body. from his biceps to his lower back. he squirmed at the places that tickled, but moaned with a bit of pleasure when you hit the spot. finally having enough, he pulled away sitting up looking at you.

“feeling better?”

“much.”

[harlowhockeystick]

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[imanilizabeth]

any basketball fic recs? preferably of players from the memphis grizzlies? mostly jaren jackson jr or ja morant but any player works

[morgandr]

Imagine:

Gheorghe inviting you to his basketball practice since he hasn’t seen you in a long time because of his busy schedule. Obviously he has the advantage since he is 7’7. 

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(NOT MY GIF!)

(Gheorghe Mureșan X Reader)

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(TAGS)

[mystybaby]

Because the celtics are absolutely slaying this season.

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Fluff concept!

Klay and reader are expecting their first baby. Ever since he found out that reader was pregnant, he's been way more affectionate. Now that The Thompson Bump (he's so proud of that nickname) finally has made an appearance, he basically won't leave her side unless he really has to. At night, he rubs her belly with cocoa butter and tells the baby a goodnight story (one night it's an exaggerated tale of how he and mommy met!)

"Babe", you waddled into the bathroom, your hands occupied with an apple and a spoon of peanut butter, your latest pregnancy craving. You were about 6 months pregnant, and your belly was finally covering up your feet, making getting dressed every morning and ready for bed every evening an exhausting chore.

"Can you unbutton my jeans, I can't see down there anymore." You giggled, taking the final bite of your apple.

"Yeah, babe, one sec." Klay looked over at you from the sink as he finished shaving, a bit of shaving cream still on his neck. He wiped it away before turning his attention to you.

"Your pants are already unbuttoned." He bent down to look under your belly just to double check.

"Are you kidding me?", you huffed, scowling, "I ran errands today with my jeans open?! Probably showed off my granny panties to everyone too!" You gently sat down on the bed, letting your feet dangle as you rubbed your belly. "I never thought pregnancy brain was real, but I am living proof that it is."

Klay walked over you to, chuckling to himself as he bent over to press a kiss to your stomach. "Its okay, I'm sure no one even noticed, baby." His low, even voice was immediately reassuring to you, it could make you believe anything. "And you get a pass because you're so damn beautiful." You blushed, feeling the heat creep up your cheeks.

"Here, let me help you." Klay refused to watch you struggle to get up off the bed, extending his hands out to you and helping you to your feet. "Where are you going?" His question was laced with concern, ever since you got pregnant, he was extra careful of you, watching every step you took to make sure you were safe and comfortable.

"Just to shower, babe." Your belly shook as you laughed while walking to the closet to get a clean pair of pajamas.

"I'll get everything you need, just go ahead and shower, mama." Klay ushered you over to the bathroom, his hands on your lower back. You tried your best to hide your smile. If your husband wanted to dote on you, you weren't going to decline.

"Don't forget my socks please!" you called out from the shower, relishing the feeling of the hot water cascading over your sore body.

"Got it." He replied back to you, laying everything out on your side of the bed so it was easy for you to get dressed.

"And my lotion please?" You stepped out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a warm, fluffy towel. Klay stood in front of your vanity, searching for your cocoa butter lotion. "Its in the top drawer", you directed him.

You took your time getting dressed before Klay helped you into the bed, tucking your legs underneath the blanket. You already felt your eyelids getting heavy as he began to gently rub the lotion onto your stomach. This had become a nightly ritual for the two of you, giving you a chance to relax, and Klay some quality time with you and the baby.

"He's about the size of a cauliflower today." You smiled at Klay's remark, placing your hand on his as he waited for the baby to kick. "How are you so sure its a boy?" The two of you had decided to wait until the birth to find out the gender of your first born.

"I don't know", he shrugged, "I only have brothers, and I just have a feeling that the Thompson bump is gonna be a boy." You cringed at the nickname, holding your tongue because you knew how much he loved it. "Well I love our cauliflower already, boy or girl." Klay hummed in agreement.

He pressed a few light kisses to your belly, the sensation tickling you. "What do you think about the name Wilson?" He asked casually, laying down next to you so he could press his cheek to your stomach. You scrunched your nose in disapproval. "Uh, huh, that was the name of my ex-boyfriend's dog."

Klay chuckled, "which boyfriend?", he trailed his fingers against your skin. "The one I was dating before I met you."

"Your mom would never admit it, but I knew she was in love with me the first time we met." Klay directed his words to the baby, chuckling to himself.

"Don't lie to our unborn baby, Klay!" you playfully slapped him on the arm. "You were definitely in love with me first."

"Don't listen to her, Wilson. She said I love you on the third date. She was crazy about me. She saw me put up those 60 points in a game, and she was all over me."

"We are not naming our baby, Wilson! If you want to know the truth, I knew you were the one on the first date, I just didn't want to seem too eager." Klay sat up, pulling you into a gentle kiss.

"Don't worry, I knew you were the one on our first date, too."

[bluewatersfairy]

could’ve been - j.p.

loosely inspired by H.E.R. & Bryson Tillers’ ‘Could’ve been’

synopsis: two exes run into each other at a night club and spend some time catching up

warnings: mature content, MINORS DNI! unprotected sex (carry a condom at all times in cases of emergencies), semi public sex (i guess?)

word count: 5.2k (thank you for your patience) 

p.s. i started writing this during the off-season last year so the timeline is a bit fuzzy.

•••

All-star break had a habit of coming around right when everyone needed it.  Though Jordan was still the same goofy dude he’d always been, he felt like he was walking around with a chip on his shoulder.  He had been stuck in the mindset that he had something to prove all season, and it was starting to affect his mental.

His friend had suggested a night out to try and get his mind right and though it wasn’t exactly what he had in mind, he didn’t see it being a bad thing.  He didn’t think it would be a good idea to drink so he volunteered to be the sober driver.  

He was pressed up against the wall with a glass of lemon water when he caught a glimpse of someone who could’ve been you across the club.  For just a moment, he felt his entire body freeze, pins pressing into the bottoms of his feet and nails dragged down the back of his neck.  He stood up straight and rolled his shoulders back before leaning his head back again.  He couldn’t pull his eyes away now, he was stuck doing this again. 

Again because he’d done the exact same thing in London over the summer.  Someone had slipped past him in a rush and for a split second he thought it was you.  He’d stopped in his tracks and scanned the street.  It wasn’t you, of course, he knew you were in New York for a work conference and still not returning his texts.  Or even opening them to read.  It just happened to be someone who was roughly the same height as you and wore the same perfume or used the same hair products.  It couldn’t have been you. 

San Francisco was a different story.  You could very easily be in his adoptive city without him knowing.  He was sure he’d heard your company’s name in passing a few times in the past two days, and he was sure he’d heard one of your co-workers talking on the phone as they skipped the line outside.  She had a very strong accent, talked very fast and made a habit of yelling to be heard clearly on phone calls.  Somehow she always called you when the two of you were together, and Jordan liked getting in on them.  He could hear the whole conversation and it was too easy for him to do impressions and make you laugh whilst trying to be professional.  

Once while on a video conference she was leading, Jordan had made you burst out into laughter that you’d have to cover with a coughing fit, excusing yourself and muting your mic.  The two of you ended up on the floor laughing at the same thing over and over again until your sides hurt and tears were rolling down your face.  Whenever he thought of your time together, it was a scene like that that stuck out.  You were always laughing, joking, or out of breath in his presence, like you were filled with light.  

It’s part of the reason why he was so blindsided when you showed up at his hotel door to tell him things had to end between the two of you; that this wasn’t what you needed, or wanted anymore.  Jordan swore up and down that he could adjust what you needed to make it work, that he’d pull your weight while you couldn’t but all you could do was shake your head and say no.  

Jordan had to chug his lemon water to make the thoughts stop.  Some of it spilt down his face but he didn’t seem to care, just wiped it off on the back of his hand and continued to stare straight ahead. He kept his gaze slightly higher than the average height to make sure he didn’t catch a glimpse of anyone that could be you.  But then the perfume you wear flushed his senses and forced his eyes shut.  This wasn’t happening.  It was all just wishful thinking.  And it would remain wishful thinking.

“Can I stand here?” an index and middle finger touched just above his hip, the type of touch that he’d recognise anywhere.  Even with his eyes closed and his mind and heart fighting over where they should run to.

“It’s a free country,” Jordan answered as he bravely turned his head to meet your gaze for the first time in close to a year.  

It felt like something had hit his chest while he took you in, tingles spreading from his shoulder blades to his fingertips.  Your cheeks looked slightly fuller than the last time he’d seen you, and there were no longer heavy bags under your eyes, and your lips were smooth, unbitten and shiny.  You looked healthier, happier.  Your smile worked like a key in his chest; things were trying to turn again. 

“Hi Jordan,” you grinned with a glimmer of hope in your eyes, allowing yourself to take him in properly.  You were glad you’d decided to cross the room to see him closer.  You had no idea what you were starting, but you couldn’t stay away from him. 

You weren’t sure if he’d seen you on his way in, he was surrounded by his friends and they seemed deep in conversation.  You noticed him almost instantly.  Ever since you’d gotten off the plane you’d been searching for him in every room.  You couldn’t count on both hands how many times you’d hovered over his contact name over the past 3 days, but you’d somehow managed to stop yourself each time.  Seeing him in the flesh was a different story.  You could only be so strong. 

“Hi,” he breathed out as he dropped his head so you’d be able to hear each other.  

“I don’t think I can say your name, right now.”  He confessed, his heart pounding in his chest.  “I don’t know if you’re really here yet.”

You smiled as you wrapped your arm around his and slid your fingers down his forearm to tangle them in his own.  The action triggered a rush of endorphins and nothing could stop the memories that followed.  At various stages of your relationship, you'd used it as a silent communicator. 

Sometimes it meant that you were ready to go, or that there was someone you wanted to introduce him to, and occasionally that you were dragging him away because he was making too good of an impression on a coworker you did not want to have to invite around for drinks or worse, a meal.  Every now and again, it meant something less innocent, something the two of you rarely let happen outside the comforts of a bedroom.  You’d gotten into the habit of squeezing his hand gently to confirm the message towards the end of the relationship, so when you squeezed his hand in that club, it felt like he’d been hit in the chest.

“I promise,” you said into his ear, “I really am here.”  

He let out a deep breath and you watched as he glanced up for a few moments before relaxing into you.  He seemed to hesitate against your person, his fingers barely grazing the skin of your forearm.  When he did finally lay his hand on your arm, you could tell he was expecting to go straight through you.  

“Here,” you half laughed as you moved so you were standing in front of him, facing him, and wrapped your arms around his waist.  “You can hold me if you need to.”

Jordan half laughed in response but wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer.  You watched as his eyes scanned the room, his hands pressing into your lower back.  He tucked his head and you were properly connected for the first time in what felt like forever.  

“I was thinking about texting you tonight,” you confessed, “it would’ve been out of the blue but I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”  Being able to look Jordan in the eye and hold him against you again felt a little too comfortable.  You shouldn’t have liked it as much as you did. 

“It’s been like that a lot for me too,” he licked his bottom lip, “there’s a lot I’ve been thinking about.”

“I’m proud of you,” you smiled softly, “I wasn’t sure if a text from me would ruin your celebrations, but I’ve never been more proud of all the work you’ve put in.”  your lips brushed against his ear lobe as he leant in closer with every word you said.  

“Nothing about you would’ve ruined anything,” he shook his head and tightened his grip on your waist, his thumb caressing your right hip, “if anything, it would’ve made things better.”  

He was grinning, cheesing, like you’d said something funny, like he did in some of those pictures you’d seen during the celebrations.  You scanned over his face again, taking time to look into his dopey eyes and cheeks to see if there was any sign of intoxication.  You couldn’t do this if he wasn’t sober, that wouldn’t be fair.

“Have you been drinking?” you asked with your hand instinctively reaching for his neck, “I’m not wasting my breath if you’re not all here with me.”

Another big grin and something of a laugh; he really had a habit of confusing you further when it came to clarifying things.  If it wasn’t for his hand’s grasp on your wrist, you would’ve given his face a little playful shove, and probably would’ve laughed too.  But instead you took a small step back, unwrapping your arm from his waist, and put some space between the two of you.  The desire to touch him remained, and you couldn’t bring yourself to lose his warmth, so your hand found itself resting on his chest.  The vibrations of his heart pounding against his ribcage spread throughout your body.  

“Jordan,” you raised your voice to make sure he could still hear you, “I’m being serious.”  

You couldn’t help but smile, couldn’t help but blush with the way he looked at you.  It was like nothing had changed in his eyes.  They were ever so hooded, sleepy looking, with that sparkle of joy you felt whenever you closed your eyes.  For a second there, you realised that this could’ve been reality if you hadn’t let him go, that this wouldn’t just be a passing moment, but a daily occurrence.  What’s worse is you knew you were looking at him with the same admiration you always had.  He still felt like your goofball guy, you still felt invincible in his arms, endlessly safe in his gaze.  

“I’m sober, I promise,” he laughed as he pulled you closer to him, your fingers entwining, “I’m Ms. Daisy tonight, I’m responsible.” 

“Responsible,” you teased with your head tilted and hands on his shoulders, “I’m not sure I’d use those exact words.”  

“See, I’m grown now baby,” he smirked, “I take care of people, keep them in line, you know, the whole nine yards.”  

Just like that, everything fell back into old patterns.  The two of you were smiling and laughing, joking around and teasing each other like the past few months never occurred.  In each other's embrace, quickly everything disappeared in the background and all you knew was each other.  

Tucked away together, no one could touch or bother you.  You were invisible to the rest of the world.  Except when Jordan cut you off mid-sentence to put a hand out to stop someone from bumping directly into you.  Well, a couple actually, they too seemed pretty caught up in their own world, just instead of catching up, they were making out.  

“Cmon bro,” Jordan clicked as he moved you and them out of the way, “get a stall or something.”  he looked annoyed and rolled his eyes before looking back down at you, barely even realising how he’d pulled you into his chest as if they were a true threat.  

“What?” he asked you in a softer tone, his hand cupping the back of your head, “you got that look on your face.”

“I dunno what you’re on about,” you shrugged your shoulders, “this is the way I always look.”

He rolled his eyes again and shook his head, “I know that look well, you’re thinking dangerous, dangerous thoughts, and I’m not about to comply.”

“I’m thinking nothing of the sort,” but you were, “maybe we should go somewhere more private to talk though.  I did not enjoy being involved in their very intimate moment.”

“Mhm,” he hummed, “sounds like an excuse, if you ask me.”

This time it was your turn to roll your eyes.  You pulled away, grabbing his hand in the process, and started searching for a bathroom.  

It wasn’t necessarily that you were trying to start something, but Jordan hit all your weak spots without meaning too.  He always looked good, but there was something about him that night that was more alluring than before.  It could’ve been that you hadn’t seen him in a while, or maybe that he was starting to fill out as he surpassed his scrawny teenage-like figure.  There was more to him, physically and mentally, and you wanted to get all in it.  

Which is exactly how the two of you ended up in a locked unisex bathroom at the back of the club.  You were sitting on the counter with Jordan between your legs.  His hands ran over your thighs, his fingers applying pressure every now and then.  There was little room between the two of you, heart-to-heart you carried on talking.  It was taking everything in you not to turn to the nasty corner of your mind that painted fantasies of Jordan part-time.  He smelt so good and he made you laugh.  Not to mention the flutter in your chest and the pulsing deep in you every time he looked at you.

It was all too easy, you pressed your lips together as you tilted your chin up to look at his face.  The lines you'd drawn were starting to blur and fade away.

“I’ve missed this,” you sighed as your fingers caressed his neck and shoulders.  

Jordan gave you a shy smile in response and cupped your chin in his right hand.  You kept looking up at him and slowly his hand travelled to your throat.  There was no risk, no added pressure in this gesture; just a reminder of what has passed and what still remained.  The two of you were putty, easily pulled and shaped into whatever the other wanted.  Stress free fun and a whole lot of love.  

“Me too,” he breathed out as your lips brushed against one another.  He was pulling you in with his entire being, but something was stopping him from making the connection.  Every part of your body burnt with anticipation, and you weren’t above begging for it.  

"Don't play games with me," you bit the inside of your lip, "you know what I want."  You could feel your cheeks and chest flush as each word passed through your lips.  

Somewhere between adoration, passion and pain, Jordan stared lasers into your soul.  His breathing deepened while he analysed what you had said and what you were doing.  Like you, he wanted to feel the fire that always came with your love.  The endless burn of lust and greed that dripped from every part of him the second he saw you undress.  He never wanted to lose you, never wanted to forget how good you looked on top of him.  Tonight was no different, except for the tightness in the hole of his chest.  He wanted to drink in the image of you in your little black dress and trace the curves of your body.  

Jordan never wanted to forget this moment.  He wanted you seared into his memory, let it be your silhouette he sees every time he closed his eyes.

The loss of contact surprised you as he took a few steps back.  Your thighs felt cold without him on you.  He crossed his arms and tilted his head at you, observing you, savouring you.  His hooded eyes dragged over every inch of your body and you followed him.  You leant back on your hands and spread your legs apart further.  Your hand fell to spot his eyes seemed to forget and you drew him in.  

Jordan felt like his mind was running 100 thoughts every millisecond that passed.  Memories, wants and needs blended together.  He needed to touch you with every part of him, wanted to drag his mouth over every inch of your skin.  Without a second of warning, echoes of the past rang through his ears, his head between your thighs as you swore to the Heavens.  There was nothing quite like you, nothing that he craved more on his tongue than your sweet pussy juices.  He could eat it for hours and never get bored.  There was always something new to try.  And he loved how he could dig his fingers in your thighs.  The small bruises from the pads of his fingers made him feel proud.  The red handprints and grips on your ass and thighs gave him a spike of confidence.  When he was inside you, he knew he was king.  He never questioned his actions or his success, you were never shy when it came to unholy acts.

"You wanna know something?" Jordan asked as he found your eyes again.

You nodded your head and watched closely as he dragged the tip of his tongue across the soft pink lip of his bottom lip.  

"This feels like the first time I'm seeing you all over again," he smiled shyly as he stepped closer to you again, his hands on your thighs.  "Like it feels like I've never touched you before.  I feel all giddy and nervous."

His tone didn't match his words.  He spoke low and with confidence.  He consistently had a demeanour that could only be described as smooth and it always sent a shiver down your spine when he got close.  He pulled you in mentally and you wanted to melt into him.

"You've always known how to touch me," you reassured him as you reached your hand out to hold his neck.  He tilted his head and smiled at you.

You could tell there were words that were better left unsaid at that moment.  His eyes, though playful, held that glimmer of doubt you'd left him with.  Neither of you could bear to address the elephant in the room.  Instead, you let the wants and needs of your body paint the fantasies the two of you shared.

You felt like Jordan was waiting on you.  So very gently you pressed a kiss to the right and then left side of his neck; just below his pulse points.  His eyes were closed when you guided his face so that you could place your lips to his forehead, then to the tip of his nose.  He hummed his approval of each touch, the sides of his mouth pulled up into a blissful smile.  

You pushed your lips together as you ran your thumb across his.  Jordan’s hands slipped up your body and wrapped around your torso, pulling you even closer to him.  

“Cmon baby,” he mumbled with you flushed against his chest, your lips with barely any space between them again, “you’re allowed to kiss me.  I’d prefer it, actually.”  his eyes flicked from your lips to both your eyes and it started to feel like it was all too much.

You reached out to him and let your lips encase his.  It was like an electric volt was sent down your spine and something switched in both of you.  In a matter of moments, your kisses became sloppy and rushed, the two of you trying to get closer.  You needed to feel Jordan on every inch of your skin and it seemed he felt the same.

The first time your lips separated, Jordan took his glasses off and immediately attached his lips to your neck.  His hand pulled your head back with gentle force and a gasping moan escaped your opened mouth.  The sleeves of your dress were pulled off your shoulders and Jordan’s mouth followed.  His teeth and lips dragged across your hot skin, hissing as he groped your breasts with both hands.  

You pushed your dress further down to expose your chest to him fully.  You were completely out of breath when he wrapped his lips around your left breast, his tongue catching your nipple and flicking it before he began to suck.  

You encouraged him with affirming words and louder moans.  Unconsciously, your hips rolled towards him.  The only thing your body knew was him and the only thing it needed was continuous contact with something warm.  Every inch of you ached for him, begged and pleaded for him.

“Jordan,” you gasped out as you tried to grab at his clothes, “I need you on me baby, take it off.”  

He nodded his head and took a step back to pull his shirt off over his head.  Your eyes fell on the tent he’d pitched in his pants and you couldn’t help but feel pleasure.  You pulled your dress off and slipped your panties off, no longer sitting on the bench.

You kissed Jordan and dragged your hands over his naked chest.  You pushed him against the spot you’d just been sitting and started to kiss down his neck.  You kissed a trail between his pecs and licked a line down his abdomen.  You smiled up at him, now on your knees as you worked to get his pants off.

“Fuck, you know me so well,” he moaned as you palmed him through his pants, “don’t play with me baby, I don’t have much patience tonight.”  he bit down hard on his bottom lip as you freed him.

You kissed the tip of his dick before spitting on it and using your hand to stroke him and spread your saliva.  He threw his head back, the veins of his neck strained and he let out a throaty groan.  With two hands, you stroked him and added more of your spit.  You’d forgotten how much fun it was to have this type of control over him.  You loved seeing him strain to contain himself and the rush it sent through him.  He would only let you do so much but you loved it when he let you decide how things were gonna play out.  

“I don’t have condoms,” you said with one hand reaching under his shaft to play with his balls, “do you care?”

“That depends,” he groaned out with his eyes squeezed shut, “you slept with anyone?”

“No,” you swallowed as your eyes met, “have you?”  his eyes were darker than before – you weren’t sure if it was because you were getting him off or because of what he’d just asked you.  Either way, you felt it down in your stomach.

“I haven’t,” he confirmed and you stood up quickly.  

Jordan grabbed you again, his strong arms lifting you so you were against the counter again.  He kissed you with a sense of urgency, his tongue dipping into your mouth.  Your moans mixed together and your legs wrapped around him, your hand reaching between the two of you.  

“God, I need you inside of me, Jordan,” you said, dripping with sex.  The two of you were focused on the space between you.  You pumped his length a few more times before running his tip through your slit.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he spoke with amazement, his voice breathy.

He grabbed your neck and turned your face so you were looking at him when you put him inside you.  His mind took a mental recording of the look and sound of relief that left your body as he filled you up.  

“My pretty baby,” he cooed with a devilish smirk, “don’t I feel good inside of you?”

You were speechless, nothing more than mewls and moans of joy were able to be expressed.  You felt so tight and you swore you could feel every inch of him.  It was hot, in every way.  You wanted to stay in the moment as long as you could, but there was little you could focus on other than how good it felt.

“You feel so good,” you spoke mindlessly, “fuck me please, give it to me.”

Jordan listened.  His hips pulled back and angled back into you perfectly for the first few strokes.  Each sound you let out egged him on so much so that he very quickly reached an erratic pace.  He was being fuelled by his own needs and unfulfilled desires and your constant confirmations of pleasure.

“Look at me baby,” Jordan found himself saying as he moved your leg so that you were now on your side, your head leaning partially on the mirror to keep yourself up as you fell into pure bliss.

You found his brown eyes as his hand came down hard on your ass cheek.  You gasped and reached for his hand, giggling a little.  He smiled and watched you move it to rest between your thighs.  He read your sign loud and clear and started to stimulate your clit.  You called out his name loudly and threw your head back.

“Oh just like that, yes.”  you felt like you were floating for all of 30 seconds before he moved his hand away.  You were about to protest, open your eyes and speak, but you were still getting fucked in the exact way you loved, and it was hard to concentrate.

“Look me in my eye,” Jordan said roughly, this time with his hand grabbing at your face so you’d actually make eye contact with him.  “Don’t that feel nice?”

“It feels so nice,” you responded loudly, his hand back on your clit before you could fully process it.  “You’re so fucking deep, I need you so badly.”

Jordan groaned in response, feeling your walls grip around him as if you never wanted him to leave.  He wanted to savour the beautiful feeling of you and never let it go.  He may have been caught up in the moment, but he hadn’t forgotten all his troubles.  The way he felt about you hadn’t changed, and seeing how well you fell back into old habits and how perfectly your bodies fit together, he was convinced this all meant something.  Something this good couldn’t get lost.  He wasn’t going to lose you again.

“Baby boy,” the nickname passed through your lips like silk, your hand reaching out to him, “stay here with me, don’t get lost in the other shit.”

Your words practically melted him into you, your bodies moving so his arms could wrap you in a hug.  He filled you to the hilt again and you squeezed your eyes shut, your mouth dropping open in a silent, all consuming moan.

“This better?” Jordan asked smiling, his forehead now resting against yours.  

“Mhm,” you hummed and caught his lips on yours as you pulled him even closer.  The new angle he thrusted into you was sending repeated shots of pleasure up your spine.  It was pure ecstasy and made your verbal reactions even louder.  “This is exactly what I needed.”

In Jordan’s strong grip, you were perfectly in rhythm with one another.  Though the composure of the sex was slipping, you were only growing more needy.  Your lips and teeth dragged over his soft skin and he did the same, his lips attaching to your neck at any chance he could get.  

“You feel so fucking good on me,” Jordan grunted out between thrusts.  

He was close.  The look on his face and the way his hips were starting to move without control or rhythm was enough for you to know.  You were too, ultimately.  When you told your friends you fit together, you never felt like it really sold just how good this could all be.  He could drag his cock over all the best spots inside your pussy, and give you enough friction on your clit to make you dance.  You wanted all of him, and nothing less.  

“Cmon baby,” you moaned, “keep going.  Please don’t stop.”

As if it was a trigger, Jordan’s rhythm was quickly lost and his hips started to move faster, chasing a high to fulfil your pleads.  His groans and thrusts pulled moans and curses out of you, your eyes squeezing shut as you opened up your chest.

“Nah baby,” he spoke roughly as he wrapped his hand around your throat, “you gotta look at me now.”  He grinned as you moaned again.  You opened your mouth to respond but he cut you off with his lips, his tongue licking into you.  

“Fuck,” he groaned as your walls clenched around him, “keep doing that and I’ma cum inside you.”

“God, I want you to,” you gasped as he somehow reached deeper inside of you.  “Cum inside me, please, please, please.”  

Your begging was enough to send him over the edge.  He filled you to the hilt and let out an incoherent string of curses and your name.  Your walls contracted with every twitch of his tip, spurting hot liquid into you.  When he felt he was finished, he pulled his hips back again and kissed you.  He moved with precise strokes that had you calling to a higher place.  He was dragging over your g-spot over and over again and it was exactly what you needed to send you over the edge.  

You threw your head back, your back arching the same way and said his name over and over again, praising him.   He scattered kisses all over your exposed neck and decolletage until he felt your pulsating core begin to subside.  

“I can’t tell you how much I missed seeing you like that,” Jordan cheesed with your hands cupping his face.  You looked him over, the same cheesy grin spreading across your cheeks.

His chest heaved in sync with yours and a layer of sweat covered his beautiful brown skin.  He looked ethereal and the way the light caught his sweat gave him a golden aura.  You couldn’t resist gently pressing kisses to his collarbone along to his shoulder where you rested your chin. 

“There really is no one like you.”

You gazed up at him and felt your heart skip a beat.  It wasn’t easy to accept, but you could see how you could have been wrong.  The best things in life were rarely easy.  And really, the more you thought about it, the more you knew that the difficult things that made you break things off with him were circumstantial and out of your control.  Maybe it wouldn’t be ideal, but you couldn’t see yourself living without him.  Plus, the last time you guys had sex couldn’t be in the uni-sex bathroom of a club you’d probably never return to.

“Hey Jordan,” you said softly after a peaceful silence of you both looking at each other, “I know there’s a lot to be said, but I was wondering,” you trailed off with a smile.

“Yeah?” Jordan encouraged, his smile growing wider.

“Do you wanna give us another go?”

[mariposa-writes]

Good Sleep - LaMelo Ball

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ok, just give me a few minutes."

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

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

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

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

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

[hiphop-rap-and-basketball]

Tattoo • Jayson Tatum

Pairing: Jayson Tatum and Tattoo Artist Reader

Word Count: 2,290

Summary: Tattoo artist reader finally gets the chance to have her first big name client in her chair, Boston Celtics star Jayson Tatum.

A/N: Think of this as tension but like good tension, lol . Also, I swore I had posted this. But I didn’t realize I didn’t finish it but I was so close to having it done! What a treat to have something to post for now☺️☺️ plus I wrote it over a year ago so ages might have changed but oh well. Undecided on how many parts quite yet, just hope you enjoy for now ❤️

• • •

You had a lot of clients these days in the shop you worked at now. As the word got around that you were one of the up and coming new and talented artists, you gained more and more clientele as time went on. But there was one client who you just could not wait to see at the shop again. But this time around, you had hoped he would sit in your chair for his next appointment.

It was 11am now. Today when you opened up shop by yourself, you had to sweep and sanitize surfaces. Once you finished, you sat and waited for your first client to walk in.

You heard the familiar ring of the swinging door and you looked up, feeling pleased it was exactly who you wanted it to be.

“Hello,” you greeted him cheerfully as he walked through the door, all alone. You studied his outfit for a moment. It was casual and comfy. You wondered what he had planned on getting done today.

“Hello… Is Steve in today?” He asked, looking down at the glass table that displayed and array of different jewelry in between the two of you before looking up again.

“Oh- um no, not yet. Not until 1… how can I help you?” You asked, trying to resist the urge to sound eager.

“Ohhh, okay I’ll just come back then,” he stated. He was very soft spoken.

“You sure? Did you want to just book a consultation with him in the meantime?” You asked him while turning the front desk computer on to pull up the scheduling system. “He might have something booked at the time he comes in, I’ll have to check.”

“Ahhh-well I’m looking for a certain type of piece to be drawn up…” he began as he started pulling out his phone. You watched him as he focused on scrolling through his phone with his lip pulled between his teeth and eyebrows scrunched.

“This picture but… I want it to say ‘like father, like son,’ underneath.”

You held his phone and scanned the photo for a moment.

“That’s sweet,” you replied, “did you want to just sent it over to the store email?”

“Sure,” he nodded.

“You need it?” You asked him.

“Nah, I still got it,” he stated, keeping his eyes locked on his phone.

When he sent it and you pulled it up, you admired the photo.

“That’s my son,” he stated proudly.

“That’s so sweet,” you grinned, admiring the photo. You gave him a price estimate and he shrugged and agreed to it.

“Will you be doing it then?” He asked you softly and you smiled at how sweet he seemed.

“Depends… Do you trust me?” You asked while looking up at him. Your tone came out more flirty than you intended. You almost missed his small eyebrow raise.

“I mean- if you got the job here I’d hope you have some skill,” he responded and you weren’t sure if you should be offended or not. You crossed your arms and listened to him as he continued.

“It’s just the placement… I didn’t want to make a woman uncomfortable… I wanted it right here,” he stated, patting on his thigh.

“I’ve unfortunately tattooed penis’s before… so at this point I don’t think it can get worse than that,” you shrugged and he chuckled softly, shaking his head.

“If it’s cool with you,” he shrugged. “I’m Jayson by the way.”

“Y/N,” you responded nonchalantly. “And hey- it’s my job and it’s on your body. Are you comfortable with it?” You asked him and he nodded.

“Okay, I’ll just get this drawn up then but before that, I’ll just need you to sign some papers.”

•••

He shook off his sweatpants and readjusted his shorts he had underneath before he sat down. You felt your throat get dry in response and caught yourself before you started staring for longer than you should.

When he sat back in the chair you remembered how you’d have to keep it professional. Reminding yourself that he was just another client. A really well-known individual who smelled amazing the closer you got to him. And clients should not make your heart beat and hands sweaty because it was your job to stay still and focused while you worked.

You watched yourself, avoiding any fumbling before he thought any worse of you.

You performed the usual procedure as you sanitized his skin and shaved the hair off the area. You focused on the spot avoiding eye contact with him at first until you relaxed. You were pleased at how calm he seemed and you looked forward to gaining his trust in the process.

You regained focus again, gathering together all your tattoo guns and ink included. You kept your cool and managed to get a conversation going with him.

“So what if I told you you were my first real person I’ve tattooed?” You asked him and he chuckled softly, shaking his head.

“I wouldn’t believe you, I was looking at some of your work in the front while you drew it up, You’re really talented,” he smiled and you quickly looked down before his smile became the next distraction you didn’t need right now.

“Well thank you… I could say the same to you,” you responded as you began filling the tattoo gun with ink.

“Plus, I think I’ve seen you in here before, you getting your reps in,” he responded and you couldn’t help but stop what you were doing to look up and smile at him for a moment. From this angle, he was looking down at you with his big brown eyes. His broad frame intimidating yet calm.

“Oh yeah? Well, I started a couple months ago. Have you always come to this shop?” You asked nonchalantly even though you hoped and prayed he would be back at some point.

“Yeah, since I started living here so, a couple years now,” he yawned. “Steve’s my guy.”

“Hmm,” you hummed in response as you continued inking up his legs, small grin on your lips. “Not for long.”

You were working your way down and needed to get closer to the side of his inner thigh. As you began to tattoo that spot, you noticed him shift in his seat a bit, gripping onto the chair more now.

“You okay?” You asked him.

“Yeah, yeah, might need a break at some point though,” he stated. “My legs are usually… sensitive.”

You smirked up at him. “Break already?”

“Ha-ha,” he replied teasingly. “It’s not an easy pain.”

“I understand. “You need anything right now?” You asked him, your flirtatious eyes were clear now, and he grinned slowly.

“I’m good, for now,” he replied, scanning your expression. “Thanks.”

You continued your work with a great deal of silence between the two of you. He remained focused on his phone and you remained focused on your piece.

“Steve might kill me for cheating on him…” he stated, breaking the silence after almost a half an hour.

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him… for now,” you smirked, looking up at him.

“Well well well, how’d you get the apprentice to convince you to give you a tattoo?” You heard Steve’s voice ask.

“Ahhh what’s good Steve,” Jayson greeted him with a handshake.

“I’m just messing, she’s amazing that Miss. Y/N, but don’t go stealing all my clients now,” he said with a wink before walking off to the back.

Steve had been an incredible mentor and you were grateful for how much he had taught you.

Jayson gave him a friendly smile and it was quiet again between the two of you now as you made progress on his piece.

“So about that penis you tattooed before…” Jayson began and you quickly shot your head up at him at his curiosity.

“What’d they get tattoo on it? He finished.

“You won’t believe this but… they wanted a tiny dick on their dick,” you replied and he laughed.

“What the hell,” he laughed, bringing his palm to his forehead before running his fingers through his hair.

“Yeah, um-“

“Did it have to be- uh… stiff?” He asked and you couldn’t help but giggle at how curious yet uncomfortable he was.

“ It was on an off,” you replied quickly.

“My god- I’m so sorry,” he said while shaking his head.

“It’s okay,” you giggled. “I still love this job. Everyday is different. And when I get to do meaningful tattoos like this one- it means a lot.”

He smiled at you before licking his lips, eyebrow twitching at the pain of the needle.

You felt your throat dry at the sight as you swallowed before you spoke. “How old is your son?”

“He’s 5 now,” he replied.

“And how old are you?”

“24,” he replied.

“Ahh, me too!” You grinned, mentally slapping yourself for saying that.

“How’d you get to practice?” He asked.

“Lots of drawing… a lot of it.”

“Hmm,” he responded, keeping his eyes locked on the needles going in and out of his skin.

“What about you? What made you so good at basketball?”

“Same thing, practice,” he chuckled. “It was my dream to play since I was a kid.”

“That’s sweet, you should be proud of yourself,” you smiled, continuing to work your magic.

“I am,” he smiled confidently. “Wait- how’d you know that’s what I do?”

“Well um, your height was kind of a dead giveaway. Plus, I don’t live under a rock.”

“Damn,” he chuckled. “Okay miss.”

“Haha my fault, I didn’t mean to come off sassy. Is this your hometown?”

“No, I grew up in Missouri. What about you?”

“I’m from here, yeah,” you replied.

“You like it?” He asked.

The curiosity in his tone made you feel warm inside.

“It’s okay, but I love that with this job I really could go anywhere. So I can’t wait to get out of here.”

He chuckled in response, unable to give a good answer as his face scrunched in discomfort as you dragged the needles through his leg.

“You’re doing great,” you smiled up at him. The slight gleam in his eye increased by your encouragement.

“I’m going to have to get more in between your legs for your inner thigh…are you comfy with that?”

“Yeah that’s okay,” he replied quickly.

He spread his thighs out and you slowly admired his tan and lean long legs through your lashes and the way they looked in your chair. You felt your cheeks grow warm as you tried to regain focus on the tattoo. Yeah his leg was blistering red from the endless stabbing of the needle but he looked incredibly fit. You wondered what his body looked like under that fabric.

“So do you have a boyfriend?” He asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“W-what?” You asked, shutting off the needle to make sure you heard him correctly.

He chuckled nonchalantly, “I said do you have a boyfriend? I mean, it must be kinda tough tattooing other guys the way you said you do and him not being jealous,” he chuckled, scanning the look on your face as you loosened up.

“Oh- haha, right,” you nod. “No, I’m very much single.”

“Oh, I see,” he responded with a nod, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth in a thoughtful manner. “Sorry- that was kind of a personal question.”

“It’s fine,” you smiled sweetly. “Do you have a girlfriend? It must be hard for her watching you get all the attention from women,” you smirked to yourself without looking up from the ink, dabbing it and wiping it as you continued.

“No, I’m also very single. Pretty focused on the game right now and taking care of Deuce,” he replied calmly.

“Hmm, I have a hard time believing that,” you chuckled, standing up to stretch your limbs for a moment.

“Why’s that?” He questioned, smirk tugging at his lips and he crossed his arms. His golden skin almost glowing against the hoodie color he wore.

“There’s not a doubt in my mind there’s not a woman in your life right now,” you retort, taking a sip from your water.

You had always suspected that NBA players are exactly that as you’ve seen; players. From long conversations you’ve overheard at the shop of men talking about all the women they dated. He was definitely capping.

“Well, I’ve dated a couple of women, for sure. I’m not a perfect man. There’s women out there who want you for who you are or just want you for your money, a chance at fame. It’s an unfortunate circumstance to be in, especially in my position.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say unfortunate is the right word,” you replied and soon regret it. You don’t know what it’s like to be in his shoes and yet, here you are challenging him.

“Oh you think so?” He smiled playfully. “How would you describe it then?”

“Well, I guess I wouldn’t fully understand what it’s like to be in your shoes, but it must suck only being wanted for your money.”

“Yeah, well,” he exhales. “There’s only so much you can do. I can either keep searching or just wait for the right one to come along. When you’re basically defined by your financial status, everything is so different.”

You nod in agreement, unsure on how you got on a topic so deep.

“Well, you’re still young. There’s time,” is all you can say. How far do you push it with a guy you just met but no so much about already?

“Yeah,” he lets out a big sigh. “Not gonna lie I’m feeling a little nauseous.”

“Did you eat?” You giggled.

“Not enough,” he chuckled.

“Let’s take a break then,” you smiled.

•••

Lit lit. I loved this. Still figuring out where I want to go with it but I’m excited for this new beginning 😊😊

[writerspor]

Some new content around here. So, English is not my first language so please forgive me for the mistakes.

This is a imagine of my book that is on wattpad.

Content +18, unprotected sex, swearing.

Gary Payton II - Golden State Warriors

___________________________________________________________

While Gary was talking to a journalist on facetime, I decided to take a shower to rest from today.

I had lived in San Francisco for 15 years and when I started dating Payton, he was leaving the Golden State Warriors, thus leaving the Bay Area.

It was difficult at first as I was trying to balance my time between work and visiting him in Portland.

With the NBA trade season over, Gary will be returning to the Warriors and I can't express my happiness.

Even though the exchange between the two teams suffered a slight tremor due to my boyfriend's injury, everything went according to plan and he returned to the 7x champion team.

This Gary's injury has been keeping me awake lately. Seeing him in so much pain after a game was suffocating for me.

Per the Blazers team's medical advice, he was on toradol, but it got to a point where it was going too far and I was getting worried about him. Never that ingesting a medicine in large quantities is healthy, but there was no point in talking about it with Payton, he wanted to be on the court. It didn't matter if he cried in pain afterwards, the important thing was to play.

When he came to San Francisco to take the battery of tests required by the team, he already knew that something could go wrong. He knew that his physical health was not 100%, but the Warriors decided to keep the exchange even without knowing when he will return to play.

The important thing now is that he is getting a greater medical support network, with people he already knows and trusts. And he is at home. In all senses, after 7 months of dating, we decided that this is a good time to start living together. It may seem early, but in the current situation it's the best thing to do.

He is returning to San Francisco and now my work has increased, which has prevented me from accompanying him on some trips.

With his injury and this time away from the court, he definitely needs a lot of support.

He had already finished my shower and was only in black panties and my fluffy robe that I love so much, while I do a little skincare.

As he finished the little facial massage, I saw him approach and lean his body against the bathroom door while looking at me.

- How it was? - I ask

- Well... I said very little, because I don't have much to talk about - he sighs

I move closer to him and wrap my arms around him as he does the same to me. Gary has a habit of going shirtless at home and I love the feel of his warm body pressed against mine.

- I'm feeling you very tense, in fact there are a few days that I've been feeling you like this - I say while I caress your waist

- I think this whole exchange and injury situation messed with me a little - he hugs me and due to our height difference I rest my head on his chest - I'm happy to be back, but at the same time worried about my recovery and how it will affect me on the court

- Love, in your last conversation with Bob and the doctor, didn't they say it's going to take less time than you thought? - he nods - So, I know it's hard for you but try to relax for the time being

- I'm trying, I'm just thinking how much I miss this team and I don't know if it's going to be the same

- Gary looks at me - he does - you've been to a game and you've already met the boys, you know they'll do anything to welcome you

- You're right - I lay my head back on his chest and listen to his heartbeat - Jordan said he's coming here tomorrow - he says after a few seconds in silence

- Now all that's missing is Juan for the joy and daring trio to return, right?

He nods in agreement

- It would be great if Juan came back, but in the current situation I find it very difficult

- He went to Utah, right? - he agrees - I talked to Audi yesterday, we were planning to see each other when we could

- We could take advantage of this all-star break and travel, right?

- Won't it interfere with your treatment?

I feel his hand slip from my waist and I narrow my eyes.

- We could go to Los Angeles and take advantage of the fact that Juan and Audi will still be there and we'll meet

- How do you know they'll be there? I put my arms around his neck and look at him.

- I texted him this afternoon.

- I tended

- Now, we could enjoy a little bit, right? He starts kissing my neck and I feel my hair stand on end.

- Gary... - I can't finish the line when I feel him suck my neck and I let out a low moan.

He unties my robe and pushes it until it falls to the floor, I see his gaze go down my body and he lets out a curse word in a whisper. He takes me in his arms and takes us to the bedroom, I feel my back on the soft mattress

His hands roam from my stomach to my thighs and he climbs on top of me and kisses me.

It's inexplicable how passionate I am about this man's kiss.

His kisses descend first to my neck and then to my breasts, while he squeezed one, kissed and sucked the other, taking me to heaven.

His hands move down my belly to my panties and he removes them more slowly than I need to.

"Baby," he whispers, his lips returning to my neck. His big hand intertwines with mine and it's like everything has clicked into place. Fuck, no one has ever come close to making me feel this way.

He pulls away and removes his sweatpants along with his underwear and I thank God I am so blessed to have this man with me.

Soon he returns to the bed and I feel every inch of him buried in me, he pulls out and then pushes back in, going so slowly it's almost torture. Extremely addictive torture.

Gary is and has always been the best at making me melt in one move.

His thrusts are almost lazy, like he knows the slow glide could take me there.

"You're so good at this," I find myself saying after a moment.

I wanted to look at him as I said that. Looking at him over my lashes to see his dark cheeks get a little darker.

The slow slide is maddening, perfect and both enough and not enough, but then he pulls back, pulls back all the way until he's sliding off, his cock hot and wet, and then he pulls me up and flips me over, leaving my back to him as he kneels down. behind me.

His hands are on my ribs and then my breasts and then his cock is back at my entrance, just resting, just sliding between the slick folds before the next moan turns into a gasp.

So he feels even deeper, like my heat is pulling him deeper than before. I love that. Love him. What is he doing to me.

With my eyes closing, a smile starts to grow on my lips as I squeeze my legs tighter. The low sound of his curse spurs me on further and then I feel one of his hands around my throat. Just resting there as he continues to fuck me in short thrusts.

The sound of skin hitting skin ceases and so I open my eyes, waiting for him to come back as soon as possible.

"Gary..." I say in a slightly teary voice, as I always do when he's as deep inside me as possible. His free hand slides between my closed legs and then he's pressing down on my clit and I feel a small kiss on my neck.

I squirm under his touch and then spread my legs a little wider. Maybe he'll finish me off with his perfect fingers. Rub my clit for so long that I squirm in his hands before he fucks me the rest of the way. Again and again.

It wouldn't be the first time, but he doesn't do any of that. Instead he lazily runs his thumb over my clit, I feel his smile on my neck as he feels the wetness spreading. I'm soaking wet and so excited and I know it won't take me long to come, but he doesn't continue.

Fuck.

"Please...Gary," I try again, my voice so breathy. Suddenly he comes back with the thrusts with his hand still on my throat.

I turn my head a little and look at him from under my lashes. I take his hand from my throat and place his thumb in my mouth. The wet slide around his cock and my mouth around his finger is enough to drive him crazy, just like it was driving me crazy.

When I feel him glide over my g-spot, I can't help but moan.

High.

Loud compared to anything else in that room and then he does it again and again. Touching that point repeatedly. He gently pushes my body until I'm on all fours.

It's perfect like that. For both. I wish I could see it. He. The way he flexes with each hard thrust and the way his cock disappears into me over and over again. Fuck.

The thought alone makes my toes curl and then his hand is on the back of my neck and his body curves over mine. This is the best feeling in the world. To lie there and hold out until I'm shaking under his power.

His cock keeps disappearing into me and my moans are now more like whispers.

- You're so hot, baby - he sighs in my ear - Tight fuck, so tight. I love you

'Gary…' I sob as my eyes close with a particularly deep thrust.

"Made for this, huh," he asks, his voice turning into a groan as I tighten around him and feel my orgasm coming. "Made to be - to be fucked. Just for me baby"

My hands grip the sheet a little tighter at that, the phrase and the sheer possessiveness in his tone is enough to hasten my orgasm and then he pulls away. He slides out of me entirely. He leaves me empty and aching, but a second later, just after my eyes flutter open and my body goes cold from the lack of Gary pressed against me, he flips me back over.

Now, facing him, I can look into his eyes.

He smiled.

He is so beautiful. So beautiful, especially up close like this.

"I want to look at you when I come on you, honey." he says, voice even. Like it was the most normal thing in the world to say. I feel flush rise to my cheeks at the thought, my mind comes with all kinds of dirty images, but I don't respond beyond a shiver running down my back.

My legs spread eagerly to welcome him back and I feel my folds still wet from coming, but the first slide back causes my eyes to flutter closed and I'm lost in the pleasure all over again. Lost to Gary and his whims as he chases his own pleasure between my legs.

I wrap my trembling thighs around his hips so he's even closer. Just like he was when he first fucked me. It is breathtaking.

I feel his hands on every part of my body. My hips, my stomach before he works one more time on my clit and then he leans down and gives me a relaxed, sloppy kiss. I take a deep breath at him, but he doesn't care. He never does when I'm so fucked up. I sigh and then one of his hands travels up my body to my breasts and I arch into the touch. The feel of his thumb on my nipple. He knows exactly how to touch me to make me squeeze his cock.

I can't stop thinking about what a god he looks like. An extremely sexy God. My mind is lost in hazy bliss, but clear enough to pick up on the glistening skin around his crotch. Where I left it all wet and messy.

He looks like a god and he feels that way too when he starts moving in earnest. All of his skin stained with dark ink glistening with sweat.

It's when he leans down to kiss me again that I know he's close. He's been moving in a rhythm only he knows as he chases his pleasure, but now he's moving closer, close enough to trap me in his arms as our lips meet.

His kiss is sloppy, just like the previous ones. It's bitten lips and barely muffled moans as I press my legs harder against his back and suddenly he's no longer lifting his hips to slam into me, but simply pulling back to grind into my heat.

It's so easy to slide one of his hands between our bodies to find my wet pussy stretched tight around his cock and then rub my clit to his grinding motion. But he soon comes and the only sound in the room is our names spoken in meaningless whispers and I fall over the edge once more.

This orgasm is more intense than the first and he continues with the thrusts prolonging our pleasure until I tighten around him. Just until he moaned and dropped his weight onto me, like he never wanted to leave. And that's the thought. Keep it close like this. Forever. Pushed until we're not sure where he starts and I end. ____________________________________________________________

[thatsdemko]

who I write for

a/n: this list is subject to change! please note that if your favorite player is NOT on this list do not hesitate to ask if I am willing to write for them! this list is 100% subject to change!

NHL

- Nico hischier

- Mitch marner

- William nylander

- will Lockwood

- Dylan Larkin

- moritz seider

- lucas Raymond

- jack hughes

- Quinn Hughes

- mat barzal

-Casey mittelstadt

- Jakub vrana

- Thomas Bordeleau

- josh norris

-Kirby dach

- k’andre miller

- David pastrnak

- Nick blankenburg

- Alex turcotte

- Charlie mcavoy

- jamie Drysdale

- Nolan moyle

- Connor bedard

- Matthew knies

NFL

- joe burrow

- rob gronkowski

- travis kelce

- Patrick mahomes

SOCCER(football)

- Christian pulisic

- Mason mount

- joão felix

- Benjamin pavard

- pedri

- ben chilwell

- gavi

NBA

- killian hayes

- josh giddey

- Tyler herro

- cade cunningham

- jayson tatum

- blake griffin

F1

- charles leclerc

- pierre gasly

- George Russell

- carlos sainz

- lando norris

- nyck de vries (unemployed but still will write)

- daniel ricciardo

- yuki tsudona

- lewis hamilton

- mick Schumacher

- Arthur leclerc (f2)

- Toto wolff(team principal)

- oscar piastri

-Lance stroll

- max verstappen

- Liam Lawson (f2)

INDY 500

- pato o’ward

- David malukas

[harlowhockeystick]

"...oh darlin' don't you ever grow up, just stay this little..."

dad!josh giddey and his little bestie mini-me, jade giddey ♡

[excusemejb]

Lamelo Ball imagine-

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

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

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

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

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

He just turns around and smiles.

That's my boy.

•<3<3<3•

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This kid is hilarious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What have I gotten myself into?

•<3<3<3•

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh he's bold.

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

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

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

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