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henneseyhoe · 6 months

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I JUST READ THE MELO SMUT🥵🥵so good can you do another one we’re he’s obsessed with the reader like he’s always posting her and showing her love or even like him being overly obsessed and a little dark

CLOSER.

Lamelo x BLACK!FEM!reader.

WARNINGS:!!SLIGHT CNC!!, daddy kink, stalking, mentions of blood and death, k!dnapping, mentions of mental health, kn!fe play(kinda), breeding if you squint, crying(as always), reader is a tad bit delusional, no protection(wrap it before you tap it)

Ps. I feel like being a perfectionist and overthinking fucked this up for me but I can’t keep holding this damn request hostage 😩 so I hope you still enjoy this, it’s LONG lmfao.

Pss. I thought I lost this request, whole time I just had to scroll down LMFAOOO

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“Damn, girl. This like the fiftieth love note you’ve gotten this month!” Karina exclaims, looking down at the stack of notes on Y/Ns counter, the girl adding one more from today into the pile. Truthfully, Karina had been sick of seeing them, disgusted by the amount she got weekly. “Girl, stop! It’s not…maybe fortieth” Karina makes a face, side eyeing Y/N with slight scornful expression. She was more than weirded out at the creepy gestures not moving her friend even a bit. Karina on the other hand, got goosebumps even looking at the letters. They were creepy to her, and every time she read one about this mysterious person confessing their love to her bestfriend, she grew more concerned for her wellbeing. “Like that makes a difference, Y/N. You don’t find this shit kinda..weird?” Y/N shrugs, not seeing the point in looking deeper than the notes themselves. A part inside of her liked the attention she got.

“No, not really. It’s kinda sweet!”

“Sweet?! this man, woman, thing, whatever the fuck! Has been writing to you for almost five months now and has not shown their face. You don’t think that’s creepy?”

“I dunno. Maybe they shy, Karina”

“Nuh-uh. I don’t trust it, I don’t like it. What if it’s your ex?” Y/N laughs, taking her jacket off and setting it on a coat hanger in her closet before heading to her kitchen to prepare a meal, Karina following closely behind her to continue her scolding.

“You are so dramatic, you know that? Me and Jason haven’t talked in so long, I doubt it. I haven’t even seen the nigga around”

“So? Nothing about me is dramatic, I’m telling you the truth. That’s more than a secret admirer, that’s a stalker”

Y/N shrugged her off, laughing once again, and further annoying Karina with her lack of urgency to get down to the bottom of the situation at hand. “Stalker? What is this, a lifetime movie?”

“No, it’s real life. that’s why I need you to stay ready for whatever, especially with that creepy ass message your ex sent you after your breakup”

Little did she know, her friend was right all along. It wasn’t her ex, but someone who was far more demented and delusional. Lamelo had been sending eerily specific love letters to Y/N’s house for months, but had been watching her for well over a year now. Almost as soon as he saw her, his last obsession became a buried memory, Y/N now being in the forefront of his mind and sticking there like double sided tape to itself. After some time, he knew her from top to bottom, back to front, and soon, inside and out. If it was up to him, she would have always been his, but he wasn’t the best with approaching women of Y/N’s caliber. She was smart, a college student studying computer science, and none of his silly mind games that’d usually trip up other girls he was interested in would work on her. He had to up his game, and so, he set his plan in motion until he got her in the right place to sink his teeth into her.

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“Be safe, okay?”

“Yes, Karina! I won’t get murdered or chopped up over my vacation week, I promise” Y/N joked, but Karina was dead serious, finding no humor in her mess. Y/N’s smile drops, and she becomes serious, mostly so Karina would leave her alone about those ‘silly little notes’. “Okay, I’m sorry. I’ll be safe” she reassured, both the girls finally saying their goodbyes with a loving hug and wave. Closing the door, Y/N sighs. Karina was her bestest friend in the world, but sometimes she could be overbearing. Y/N felt maybe she needed a bit of attention since her recent breakup. She craved it, really. It didn’t matter if the attention was physical or something with a little less contact, Y/N wanted it. But, It wouldn’t go farther than that, she didn’t need a rebound.

Walking into her kitchen where she just finished preparing dinner, she began making herself a plate of spaghetti and freshly toasted bread. The smell of the food made her stomach growl. She knew if she didn’t give Karina a plate of her own before she left, she’d complain that Y/N hogged all that good food to herself. Satisfied with the plate she made, she grabbed her a fork from the dishwasher and sat down at the dining table. Taking a generous amount of pasta on her fork, her mouth watered just as she was about to send her tastebuds to food-heaven.

Then, the doorbell rang.

The girl pauses, praying whoever the hell that was would go away on their own so she could finish eating.

Knock, knock, knock.

Damn. Her lights were on, they knew she was home. She sighs, her fork lowering back down to her plate. Swallowing the saliva that had accumulated in her mouth, she unsticks herself from her comfortable seat, grumpily making her way towards the front door. Oddly, she saw no one through the frosted glass frame placed in the middle of the door, so she was forced to open it up and see what was going on.

“Hello??” She called, aggravated by how she had to leave her hot dinner just to answer the door and be met with silence. Stepping out on her porch a little, her eyes scan her yard, though nothing but darkness surrounded. Shaking her head, Y/N slams the door shut and locks it. “Stupid ass kids knockin’ on my door. One day imma stick my foot up one of they asses” She rants, walking back to her little set up. Feeling happiness again, she takes that lovely bite of food and does a little dance in her seat.

As her eating progresses, she couldn’t help but to notice her vision blurring, creating two of everything around her. Her head began to spin, and her heartbeat could be heard in her ears mid bite. She had lost her appetite completely by now, currently only focusing on not throwing up all over her table.

‘Where’s my phone?’

She could have sworn she had set it right next to her plate, but it was no where to be found now, even in her corrupted vision. Holding her head in her free hand, she gags at the sudden smell that fills her nose. It was a faint smell, but noticeable. sweet smelling, almost. Ironic for the bitter moment. Her brain told her to stand, and she followed suit, but she couldn’t stop the weakening of her knees or how slowed her breathing was getting.

Her body hit the floor with a ‘THUD’, her limbs feeling completely weighted down, and her consciousness slipping from her as she laid on the cold tiled floor, unable to move.

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There she was. Finally where Lamelo wanted her to be. He was so jittery and giddy about his successes that he could scream, but he held off on that till he was alone. His letters, fake pages, dms, and Instagram likes had finally paid off. He had her all to himself, and finally, no one was in his way. Not her colleagues, not Karina, not even her ‘crazy ass’ ex. He had gotten rid of him as soon as tension rose in their relationship. Jason hadn’t seen REAL crazy till he met Lamelo, and he made sure he knew that before his last breath.

The first time Lamelo and Jason interacted was when he witnessed their first relationship fight, which was fairly petty, but Melo didn’t see it that way. He had left a reeeal lengthy note on Jason’s dorm door, describing in step by step detail about how he would gut him like a fish, cut him up into tiny pieces and send every single bit of him off to his ‘helpless whore of a mother’, as Melo described her as. Of course Jason was shaken up, rightfully so. But obviously not shaken up enough to back off.

After not talking to Y/N since the argument, Jason appeared on her porch with that same note, tearing her a new one. He thought Karina was playing jokes on him for arguing with her bestfriend and making her cry. He took his anger out on her, yelled up a storm, and burned up the letter in his hand with his lighter, leaving it on the poor girls porch to stomp out as tears flowed from her glossed brown eyes.

Lamelo took the whole thing as a challenge. Did he really think Karina was on his level of literacy? That note was too well typed for it to be her. So, him being the man he was, made his threats come to fruition. He easily beckoned Jason into close arm reach by teasing him on his campuses basketball court as Jason was doing solo drills. Lucky for Lamelo, he trained at night.

Walking himself into the low lit court, Lamelo began taunting him, which stretched over three whole minutes. Knowing the hot head would react with physical anger, Lamelo kept a guard, and as soon as Jason tried him, Lamelo revealed the bat he held behind his back, swiftly taking a mighty swing at the man’s left leg, hitting right below his knee. Jason couldn’t have possibly seen it coming.

“Right out the park!” Lamelo continued to tease with a wide smile as if blood wasn’t splattered on his shoes. Red spilled from the back of Jason’s knee from his bone completely breaking and stabbing its way through his muscles and skin. You could have heard the snap of the bone and the sound of him hitting the floor echo through the gym, a sound Melo wanted to hear, but Jason’s loud screaming ruined getting the full effect. “I guess this is the part where I run to base” Grabbing the man by his destroyed, bloodied leg, Lamelo drags Jason off of the court as he screams bloody murder.

Lamelo instantly began regretting not bringing anything else to knock him out with without killing him, but every mastermind had slip ups. a shame somebody is gonna hear his screams and probably have nightmares about it now though. Not that Lamelo cared about either parties wellbeing, he just didn’t wanna hear his or anyone else’s mouth.

Then, in Lamelo’s basement face down, Jason continues to cry like a baby while Lamelo took a much needed drink break for the sake of his sanity, or what was left of it.

“How the fuck am I supposed to play ball now!?” Jason heaves suddenly with a quiet sob leaving his dry lips, his coffee colored hands holding his thigh as the blood spilling slowed. “You genuinely thought you were gonna get that far?”

Before Jason had time to attempt to answer, two bullets were already lodged into his skull, one exiting from between his eyebrows and one through his left eye socket.

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His daydreaming was cut short by Y/N mixing in her seat. Her consciousness had finally came back, but confusion quickly filled that space in her mind that was once occupied by unconsciousness. She looks around, not recognizing anything around her. “Look who’s up” Melo leans up from his seat in front of her, peeling off the ghostface mask he wore just for dramatic purposes. Y/N’s eyebrows knit together. “I know whatchu thinking. Where am I? Who are you? I’ll tell you all that later. But, for right now, we’re gonna celebrate” He smiles, and tosses the mask, standing from the couch he sat on.

Walking over to a small bar, he pours an unknown drink into a glass. Y/N had no idea what was going on, nor did she really care to find out. She was too worried about all the guns and knives that were laid out on the floor next to his seat. Fear pumped up her body with adrenaline, her entire being tingling. She wanted to jump out of her seat, but her arms were tied behind her back, and her ankles were tied to the chair’s own legs.

“I wanna make a toast. To a new life, and new love” He held up his glass and drunk some of the mystery liquor. Waking over to her, he holds the glass to her lips. “Drink” he instructed, Y/N shaking her head and looking away. “Why not? You think I poisoned it or somethin’?” He takes his hand and grabs her jaw, forcing her to look at him. “I wouldn’t do that to myself, so drink” he insists.

Looking back at him, her eyes trace his features, stretching down his long, tatted arms. Creepy shit aside, she thought he was cute, but she had to stay focused. “If you don’t drink, imma just force you” Y/N didn’t budge, but Lamelo had no problem with setting her straight early on. Gripping the sides of her face to make her open her mouth, he tilts her head back roughly and pours the drink into her mouth. The liquid went down smoothly, but burned her throat like hell. She didn’t drink, she never did because she got drunk easily, and Lamelo knew that.

She jerks her head away with a strong gag, tears welling up in her eyes. “I dunno if you realized yet, but I’m the one in charge, I’m the one who ain’t tied up, I’m the one that could end you like *snap* that” he threatens with a snap, but it holds no weight to him. He wasn’t gonna kill this one, or at least he hoped he wouldn’t have to. “I know you’re a smart girl, so I know you can listen. I didn’t go through all those letters to find out you can’t follow simple instructions, pretty”

Her eyes were drawn to him, anger now flickering within them like a flame in a dark room. “Letters?…You were the one writing those fuckin’ letters?” She spoke through clenched teeth. Lamelo smiles. “Surpriiiise~” he sings, gulping down the rest of the alcohol before slamming the glass down on the floor. The glass shattered into pieces, making Y/N jump at the sound. Her breathing was ragged, and pressure built up behind her eyes like a dam waiting to be cracked open.

“You’re a sick person” She spoke with distress, shaking her head. Melo shrugs with no sympathy. If he had a dollar for every time someone said that to him, he’d be a Rockefeller. “Everybody sick, I just have no problem showing mine, unlike the rest of society”

“Jesus Christ” she muttered, her head hanging low in regret. Karina was right all along, and she didn’t listen. If she did, she wouldn’t be in this position, her life in the hands of a man she didn’t even know. “Don’t act so sad. You’re gonna love me…or at least learn to. again, you’re smart”

“I don’t wanna love you. I wanna go home”

“You are home. Don’t be stupid” He spat, waltzing by her and picking up a blade from the floor, inspecting in. Y/N tenses up, Lamelo immediately noticing. He side eyes her with a slight smirk, mischief infesting his energy. “You think imma cut you, Y/N?” She kept quiet, but he continued to pry. “You think imma scar that pretty frame you got? What about this beautiful face?” He walks over to her, using the knife to swipe a box braid out of her vision. Y/N sniffles, taking a deep breath.

“Let. Me. Go”

“Or what?” Lamelo challenged, getting close to her as Y/N gave him a look, one he couldn’t make out or tell if it was anger. “You can’t do shit, I made sure. I tied you real good. Your friend thinks you went on vacation, so if you aren’t answering tomorrow, that just means you made it safe and you’re having fun. Maybe found yourself a fun fling that’s distracting that pretty mind. Somebody you invited up to your room” he continues, the tip of his knife swiftly making a cut into her gown with a quick swipe, making the thin fabric fall from the top of her body, pooling into her lap.She wanted to cover her naked body, but the rope restraints stuns her movements.

“Would you take me back to your hotel room, Y/N? I would have been a great candidate” the sadistic nature of him alone had her terrified, he could have done anything to her. She began shedding tears. She was exposed now, realizing the gown wasn’t even something she remembered wearing or buying, so he had to have put it on her himself when she was knocked out.

If he pulls the rest off, she was for sure fucked, no pun intended. He stares with no shame, the tip of his tongue grazing his plump bottom lip.

‘Fuck’

She attempts clenching her thighs together to stop the tingling, but it never subsided, and her brown nipples getting as hard as pebbles helped nothing. She wanted to keep a guard up so badly for her own safety, but the wetness coating the lips between her legs was telling her to do something else.

He notices how her legs were trying to move and her hips slowly circled, unintentionally trying to find a specific position to stimulate her clit. She couldn’t help it, she just wanted the tingling to stop. “Lemme help you wit’ that, ma” Melo smirks, putting his hand right under her soaked pussy. She stops immediately and lifts her butt as much as she can, feeling the warmth of his hand under her. She shakes her head ‘no’, but he nods a ‘yes’ and keeps his hand placed, kneeling on one knee in front of her. “Go ‘head” He says. The approval he gave her lingered in her head as the tingling intensified, giving her no choice but to fall into temptation.

Y/N hesitantly lowers herself down and begins to move against his hand, swirling, bouncing, and grinding down at the speed she wanted as her hips stuttered backwards every time his finger tips would swipe over her clit. She let out a stifled moan and threw her head back, rocking her hips faster as she felt herself climb closer to her end. Lamelo only fed her urges by bringing his hand up higher every time she’d raise her hips when the feeling got too strong, aiming to stimulate her clit through even the strongest parts of her orgasm. His dick was as hard as an iron pole in his pants now. It almost painfully pressing up against the material, the tip leaking precum just practically begging to be set free so he could fuck something, and soon it’d get its turn. Y/N could just see it through her eyelashes, she couldn’t help but look, it was so obvious.

Lamelo slides his fingers between her wet folds, collecting her slick to keep her clit wet while she used him as she pleased. “Speed up” he instructed.

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Fifteen minutes had passed and she had already came twice in the palm of his hands. Her seat was sticky and her thighs were wet, but Lamelo’s hand and arm were wetter. He slid his hand from under her and took a taste of what he had craved for so long. All of the timeless nights he had spent looking through her bedroom window, watching her feel, fuck, and taste herself, wishing he was there to catch every drop.

Feeling defeated, Y/N’s head lulls backwards as she rests her eyes on the ceiling above her. There was no other sound but the ringing frequency in her ear and the huffing of her breath trying to slow itself. She could hear her own heartbeat slowing too, just until the sound of wood creaking above them drowned the sound out. She pauses, her eyes shooting wide.

‘Who could possibly be here? could they help?’

Was what she began thinking as all the color from Lamelo’s face seemingly drained, his breath now still. Suddenly he reaches for the knife he held earlier, grabbing it from the floor and clutching it in his hand. Just in case someone had creeped down the stairs to the basement and witnessed what had been going on, he had no problem getting rid of whoever was responsible for ruining their moment.

The walking upstairs prologued, the hot tears that filled her eyes starting to flood her flushed cheeks as he placed a finger over her lips, signaling her to shut up. The cold blade of his knife pressed against the skin of her throat, so hard that she could practically feel her pulse and she was holding her breath purposely, scared the blade would cut her precious soft skin if she moved even an inch, and he cared less.

As the footsteps went away, distancing from them, he moves his hand. He lets out a much needed breath of relief and licks his lips, a smile growing on his face. “Roommate. Thought we were goners there for a second. You did good though, ma” He praises, standing from his crouching position. “I think you deserve a treat because of that”

Positioning his knife under the rope that held her feet in place, he looks up at her with a warning look before cutting both of her legs free. He walks around the chair and does her hands next, giving Y/N the room to rub her aching joints, feeling relief. Only one thought ran through her mind just then, and though she was tired from the recent back to back orgasms, she knew she only had one chance to get it right. So, she stood like a lamb taking its first steps, and took a run for it.

‘Please, please, please’

She pleaded in her head over and over again as she ran though the large basement, hoping to find an exit. Just as she had spotted a door at the end of a dark stairway, light of freedom shining through the cracks, her body jerked backwards and spun in the opposite direction, the miss placement of her sore feet being the reason why she hit the floor. The taste of iron filled her mouth from the gash on the inside of her lip, her teeth accidentally biting down on it as she went down.

She thanked god that carpet covered the floor or else she would have definitely knocked a tooth loose, and maybe lost one. “Run pretty fast for someone who’s been tied up for hours” He flipped her over so easily, prying her legs open so he could kneel between them. He admired her entire body as he held both her wrists down above her head with just one hand so he could capture them in a pair of cuffs, making sure she had no fighting chance this time. She couldn’t believe his hand was big enough to hold down both, and even with her struggling, he didn’t budge once.

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The take down was rough, but when he fucked, it was nothing like she expected. He slid his shaft along her clit, the pink bud erect and sticking out from her hood. He couldn’t stop himself from jumping against her pussy with excitement, the tip of his dick slapping the bottom of her belly with every bounce. He pulls his hips back, the tip of him now resting against her dripping entrance, ready to ruin her for the next, if Lamelo didn’t get to him first. “Stop..” She mutters, but deep down, she was really anticipating the contact.

Her sexual organs were completely against her once again, fogging her mind with thoughts of him she didn’t want and didn’t expect to have. She was forced to sit there, pondering on how he felt and how deep he could go inside of her, but she no longer had to wonder as he pushed his hips back forward to give her a taste of what she would be stuck with for the rest of her days.

He sunk into her slowly, her walls gripping him as a welcome upon entrance. He practically had to force himself inside with a drawn out sigh as Y/N sucks in air, both of them exchanging looks into their eyes before looking down at where they connected. Her stomach involuntarily sucks in, showing the bulge of his dick every time he thrusted forward with skill into her. The feeling deep down was so indescribable, so good that she almost cracked a smile. She hadn’t even noticed how much he was stretching her out, she was too busy feeling every inch of him.

Her eyes rolls back and her toes curled as she brought her legs back further for him, Lamelo smiling at how he didn’t even have to tell her to do so. He was just proud that she was learning, but she had much more to get down pact.

“Good girl…” he rasps.

“It’s so fucking deep” She whispers, her voice slightly hoarse from her throat being dry. As his hips tempo changed, the chains connected to her wrists made jingling sounds, making music with the clapping of their thighs joining in the harsher he got. He couldn’t tell if his bodies reaction to her was cause he hadn’t had sex in a long time or if she was just that damn tight. Meanwhile, YN was Lost in clouds of her own, feeling the repetitive push of Lamelo’s tip knocking against her g-spot, her own cream starting to slip out of her and drip down to her ass.

“This pussy grippin’” Melo compliments, one of his hands moving downwards to grip at the girls throat, making her tear up once again.

“Yeah? You like it?” She spoke breathlessly, the man above her nodding and laying a singular kiss on her lips, making her swoon momentarily before going back to her struggling whimpers.

“Mhmm, fuck” He moans. He never moaned, but he guessed she was changing him too.

“Call me daddy”

“Daddy!”

“Yeah, what’s my name?”

“Daddy! Fuck!”

“You so fuckin’ pretty, mamas” he groans out, almost whimpering as his dick pushed inside her further and further. She felt like he was trying to make her cervix a home for his dick with how deep he was going. Y/N began to think how they had gone too far for her to ignore how she was enjoying every bit of this. No matter how much she tried to tell her pussy to stop cumming for him, she continued, making the carpet under her soaked with her honey. Hours ago she wished her hands were untied to beat his ass, but now she wished they were uncuffed so she could trace his tattoos while he dug her out.

He was hitting spots that not even her ex man was hitting.

Using her thighs for leverage, he begins to fuck her in a push-up position, ramming his long dick directly into her coven, her walls squeezing him almost like she was showing thanks without words. Her juices made it easier for him to fuck her with no limit, slipping and sliding into her with no trouble apart from how tight she was gripping.

He didn’t hold off to cum either, he had already came twice, but he had more to give her and she had no choice but to take it. He was convinced he could imprint on her, and it was a bonus if his seed grew inside of her after all this hard work he put in. She was gonna stay with him, and he was gonna make sure of it.

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mariposa-writes · 1 year

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Good Sleep - LaMelo Ball

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ok, just give me a few minutes."

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

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

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

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

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

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jaysonsfavwhore · 2 years

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the favorite [2] - jayson tatum

♪ break from toronto ~ partynextdoor

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

warnings: none

word count: 1.7k +

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, plus who wouldn’t like Deuce?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So is there something you can’t do?”

“Whatchu mean?” you asked, clearly confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Because I am, now stop playing,”

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

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

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

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

“I care,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You bite? Kinkyyyy,”

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

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

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

“Yup, too bad you’ll never find out,”

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

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

“You won't,”

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

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hiphop-rap-and-basketball · 2 years

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wet dream | LaMelo Ball One Shot

Pairing: LaMelo Ball x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,194

Summary: Where reader and Melo are best friends and she has a wet dream about him… they get comfortable talking about their past sexual experience…

A/N: I really loved the concept of this so I’m hoping my execution provides you with satisfaction. And all I gotta say is… call the horny police lmao good night.

WARNINGS. All characters involved are 18+, minors DNI. Contains sexual content, NSFW, all that shit

Last night, you had a wet dream consisting of you and your best friend Melo… doing it.

It felt good, so good that you were definitely about to orgasm… in your dream… until it was rudely interrupted by the sound of your alarm clock. You woke up unsure of how to feel. You sure as hell knew you did not want the sex to stop.. but with Melo? The thought of it kinda gave you the ick as you had never really looked at him that way… then you thought deeper about the possibility of reliving the dream and you felt the heat rush to your-

The second alarm went off.

You were seeing Melo today and you knew you could not get that dream off your mind. The dream left you in a playful mood. So you figured, why not get him talking.

When you saw him, you looked at him completely different now thanks to that dream. You noticed more of how his lips moved when he talked, his smile, his curls, how he towered over you when you walked together... You admitted to yourself maybe you really did find him attractive but the two of you always openly talked about having relationships with other people but never going into detail about your sex lives. You just knew of each other dating and talking to other people, but that was it.

But, it had been a while since the two of you dated anyone. You had both been so busy and focused on your own careers. Maybe that’s why you had the wet dream…

Since you were feeling all types of emotions, you decided to get bold once the two of you were just chilling in his apartment after spending the day running errands together on your off day from work.

“So what’s your favorite part about sex?” You asked and Melo’s ears perked up, gazing up at you from his phone.

“Woah, where did that come from?” He asked, attempting to hide the smirk growing on his lips as he took a sip from his glass.

“Just curious,” you shrugged. “Just answer the question.”

“Well, what’s your favorite part?” He teased.

“I asked you first,” you smirked, flipping your hair behind you and crossing your legs as you spoke.

“Hmmm, I mean there’s a lot to it,” he shrugged, clicking his phone off and setting it on the table before he spoke.

You tucked your hand under your chin and leaned forward to appear interested in his next words, and you were. You eagerly waited for him to get on with his answer.

“I mean- a woman’s body just looks so good naked,” he shrugged.

You scoffed in response.

“That’s it?”

“Hey you asked, that’s my answer,” he laughed throwing his hands up. “Now what about you?” He pressed.

“Backshots,” you say simply and he starts laughing.

“That’s it?” He laughed.

“I mean-“ you stuttered, feeling the heat run to your cheeks now unsure of how to feel about his response.

“That just sounds like an answer any guy would give,” he said.

“Well, I like being slutted out,” you shrug and he cocks a brow out you instantly. “Hair pulling, when he says nasty shit in my ear… I like that shit,” you smirked while swirling around the remainder of your drink in your cup. You stared at the red liquid before taking one last sip.

“Interesting…” he trails off, adjusting his seated position on the couch before he continues.

“Well if we’re getting in the details like that… I really like when I’m giving her backshots in front of a mirror, slapping her ass and I also like pulling her hair… spitting in her mouth… choking…”

You sat there with your mouth slightly open, trying to hide the fact that you were shocked hearing your best friend speak on this topic in such a casual way. You set your empty cup down on the table.

“I mean, I could go on,” he shrugged chuckling, noticing your shocked face.

“Choking? Really?” You say clearing your throat after your voice cracked. You tried to act surprised as if the thought of getting choked by his own hands did not send shivers down your spine.

As if the thought of what happened in your wet dream had no effect on you.

“Yeah… he trails off. “And hearing her moan because of my dick, it’s really just wraps from there,” he puckered his lips and slowly picked up your glass from the table.

“Want more?” He asked.

Shittttt, you thought, mind already in other places at this point.

“Yes please,” you whispered.

You watched his tall frame as he went to the kitchen to fill up your glass. Eyes focused on pouring the liquid into the glass with his brows furrowed. He came back and sat next to you now.

“Anything you haven’t tried that you wanna try,” you asked while biting your bottom lip.

“I heard eating a girl out with ice can feel good… for her. Maybe for the guy too if he likes that typa shit,” He shrugs.

“Hmmm, I’ve never tried that either, sounds fun,” you say casually, reaching for your refilled glass, Melo grabs your hand before you can even get to it. You let out a small gasp feeling his chilled hand wrap around your wrist.

“Why so curious?” He smirked.

“Oh nothing, bestie,” you sighed, trying to act casual as your heart rate increased rapidly now.

“Aww nah nah don’t bestie me now,” he smirked. “Why you wanna know?”

“Oh-uh, I,” you stammered as his sudden confidence made your brain fuzzy now, as his hand went from your wrist to your neck, gliding his hand over your collarbone before retracting it.

“Tell me… bestie,” he mocked in your tone and you let out a small giggle, remembering he is still your best friend.

“When was the last time someone made you feel good?” He questioned.

You were at a loss for words as you looked down in shyness and your hair fell to the front of your face again.

He used his hand to sweep your hair off the front of your shoulder, leaving your neck exposed to him once more. You sat there with your head tilted, looking into his dark, lust filled eyes unable to form a single sentence.

“Hmm?” He hummed.

“I-uh,” you felt fucking stupid but your head was spinning at this point when you felt him begin planning soft kisses on your exposed neck.

“You were asking all these bold questions, you too shy now baby girl?” He whispered looking back up at you now.

“Melo I-I,”

“You what? Go on, say it,” he chuckled, bringing his thumb to your chin now to bring you face to face with his.

“I- Well uh- last night I had a dream that you and I-“ you gasped unable to hold back now as he began sucking on your neck.

“Had sex? Is that why you was asking all them questions?” He smirked and you feel yourself blush as his confidence that you were so used to seeing was making you feel all shy now.

“I-yes,” you say. Unsure why your own best friend had you stammering a fucking mess at this point.

“Hmm tell me more about that dream… what was it like?” He asked, unable to contain his smug grin at this point now.

“All I can really remember is we-we were on your bed and-“

His finger tips traced your shoulder he ran his pointer finger under the strap of your dress.

“…and?”

“It felt really good,” you trailed off.

“Tell me what did I do to make you feel good?” He asked, bringing his hand to the back of your neck now and pulling you closer to his face.

“We were both naked in your bed and you started off by eating me out slowly…” you said as he got up and pulled you hand.

“Let’s make it feel more real than, hm?” He asked and you got up, following him to the bedroom as he guided you through the door.

Next thing you knew, you were naked on the bed using your elbows to keep you propped up.

Melo gazed at your body with lustful eyes.

He slowly began kissing your stomach, all the way up to your lips. You were wondering all day on what they felt like. So soft and plump, just as you imagined. He made his way back down to your sweet spot and began licking you slowly. You moaned softly trying to contain how good it felt after not feeling this feeling in so long.

“Mmm, so what else happened in that dream of yours, hmm?” He asked while tracing his finger up against your inner thigh in between planting kisses and licking your pussy.

“Melo- I- I can’t,” you gasped. He began sucking on your clit now.

“Yes you can, pretty girl,” he murmured, eyes hooded now as he was so focused on the task.

“When we were fucking you had your hands around my neck… umm… and you were already naked and your tattoos looked so good… really good…”

He smirked in response as you fed his ego. He stopped what he was doing and began undressing. He took his time taking his clothes off, leaving his shirt for last. You were growing impatient now seeing the size of his member and he looked down at you with a smirk.

“You look so beautiful…”

He whispered before flipping you in your stomach and admiring your ass from this view at this moment.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he mumbled, unable to contain his own groans as he rubbed his tip on you teasing your folds and you whimpered in response.

“Please fuck me,” you begged, desperate to feel his dick.

He slowly entered inside of you before increasing the pace. You both gasped, feeling in a complete state of ecstasy at this new feeling you were sharing with each other.

“So nasty thinking about being slutted out by your own best friend, and you didn’t even want to tell me at first?” He muttered in between strokes. “Damn shame.”

He began increasing his pace, you screamed in pleasure. He got rough with you now, just how you said you liked it. You started regretting talking all that shit, you knew you were going to be sore in the morning, but you did not care.

“Melo- please,” you gasped.

“I’m sorry- I remember you was talking ‘bout how you like being slutted out?,” he groaned while running his hand through his curls with one hand and gripping onto your waist with the other. “Is this too much for you now baby girl?”

You moaned at his filthy words. His hands reached for your neck as gave it a light enough squeeze to send the an increased waves of pleasure down to your pussy.

“Please Melo- no it’s not. I want you,”

He flipped you over, eyes scanning your body and admiring everything about you in this moment.

“Look at me, I wanna see your face when you cum on this dick,” he groaned, putting his hand on your bouncing tits now.

“Oh my God- Melo please don’t stop,” you moaned.

His focus full on your pleasure now, he rubbed your clit as he continued to quicken his thrusts into you. You looked up at him, gripping into his arms and running your hands up his abs and admiring him in this vulnerable state you had never seen him in before. This was more than a dream now, this was real life happening.

His hands explored every curve of your body. Seeing you in this new way made his heart rate increase and eyes fall soft. He admired you in every way now.

You felt a smug smirk grow on your face and Melo quickly noticed. He wrapped his hand around you neck, giving you sloppy wet tongue kisses as you began taste the lingering taste of yourself in his mouth.

You felt your orgasm build up and the release was much needed.

“Shit,” he groaned and he pulled out and nutted on your stomach, running his fingers through his now messy curls. He brought you a towel to clean up and had the biggest smile on his face, you giggled.

You sighed and fell back on the bed, already feeling the tiredness in your body.

“You really wasn’t tryna tell me about that dream huh?” He laughed. “Waited all day and shit.”

“Well,” you threw your hands up. “I was… getting there.”

“If you wanted that all this time,” he said pulling you into a deep kiss, “you shouldn’t have been so scary.. I’ve thought about it too,” he smirked.

“Well… if that’s the case then… round two?” You asked with a smirk.

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henneseyhoe · 9 months

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Hiiii do you/ could your write a lamelo ball smut???

Creepin’

Lamelo x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNING:cheating, no protection(wrap it up), public s*x, real short(srryyy).

SUMMARY: the reader and her ex get into some thaaangs in a janitors closet(cheesy, yes, but who cares lol)

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“Keep fuckin me! Keep fuckin me like that!” I moan, holding onto the shelf in front of me for dear life. I could not believe I let this nigga fuck me again, and fuck me in a janitors closet at that. If my boyfriend knew I was in here with not only my ex, but someone on the team he was up against this week, he’d lose his shit.

But did that stop me from getting my shit beat out the frame in the gyms janitors closet as soon as he looked my way? Sadly, no.

Worse part about it was I didn’t even feel bad about it.

"What that nigga gon' do if he hear us in here?" He asked, leaning closer to my ear as I bit my bottom lip just thinking about the trouble I was in. "he gon' kill me" I choked out with a shaking voice, gasping as I felt Melo’s hips slam against my ass. His dick easily hit all the right spots, not missing one beat as my juices overflowed with him dipping in and out of me, coating my lips, thighs and entrance in the slick wetness.

"you gonna be quiet for me?" He whispers in my ear, telling me more than asking. I just nod, wishing I didn’t pick such an unsteady object to hold onto.

Reaching one of his hands in front of me, he began rubbing his slim fingers on my hard clit, his cold rings making contact with my skin. The feeling sent a spark shooting up my spine, my legs damn near buckling.

“Oh shit-“

I flinched every time I felt the diamonds against my skin, trying to get use to the feeling of them as my juices started to drip, tracing around the designs that were engraved into the platinum rings with my back arching so deep that only more juices trailed forward, wetting up his fingers.

"deeper?" He asked, doing just what he asked without me even replying or begging him to. Melo felt victory course through his veins, not even a championship win coming closer to the way he felt when he was inside his girl. Or somebody else’s girl.

“This still my pussy?”

“Yes! It’s all yours, baby”

“That nigga ain’t fuckin you right? I can feel it”

I nod my head frantically. I tried to clench my thighs closed as I hoped and prayed that I didn’t make too big of a mess on this floor, especially one I couldn’t clean up in less than two minutes. A mess that could potentially leak under the door and reveal what I was doing in here faster than the noise. Even though it was after practice, you never knew who stayed back to work overtime.

Hearing footsteps get closer and closer to the door, all my movements and reckless moaning came to a halt. It felt like my heart was gonna burst as it bumped against my chest. I even held my breath out of fear just in case.

“Yo! Melo, you in here?!”

We heard from outside the door, Melo’s thrusts still not fathering.

“That’s yo’ man out there?” He smirks, my eyes clenching closed. It wasn’t, but I knew the sound the coaches loud ass voice anywhere.

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jaysonsfavwhore · 2 years

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The Favorite Masterlist

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

A place where you can find every chapter to The Favorite series!!

~ Chapter 1

~ Chapter 2 [updated 06/17/22]

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jaysonsfavwhore · 2 years

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masterlist

a collection of all my works :)

disclaimer: all of my works/fics will be posted here or on my wattpad 'melotatumluvr' only.

titles with a '*' mean that it's a long fit and that link will take you to the story's own masterlist.

requests will have a '⭒' on them, while regular stories will be a plain tittle.

i'll try my best to keep this as updated as possible :)

𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥:

the long run* - when money, fame, and spotlight comes, LaMelo forgets about his ride or die [coming soon]

𝐣𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐦:

the favorite* - every teacher has a favorite student, and sometimes, they have a favorite parent.

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hiphop-rap-and-basketball · 2 years

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rookie year | chapter 1

• a lamelo ball fanfic by hiphop-rap-and-basketball •

Pairing: LaMelo Ball x fem!reader

Word Count: 3,066

A/N: The Pandemy...

This story takes place in 2019-2021 and so on. Please note that the COVID-19 pandemic will not exist in this fic. I thought about it over and over and it felt more obvious to pretend Covid doesn't exist. People read fanfics to escape reality. Why would I want to include the pandemic when people just want to read and be happy. With that being said, please enjoy this story. I am in love with the idea. I am in love with the idea of writing about love and the beauty and ups and downs that it brings. I am in love with the way our brains can picture alternate realities and imagine them as real . Once again, I hope you enjoy. :):)

My Knowledge of Basketball...

... is not the greatest when it comes to history and players lmao. I try to keep things as accurate as possible and do my research but yes this is a fanfiction and yes I'm going to make up some stuff so just roll with it lmao.

Trigger warnings and things of that nature...

This is of course very much about people of age and NOT minors. Please note all characters involved in sexual activities are 18+. Also, when it comes to cheating and such.. I do not condone cheating personally nor have I ever done it.This is a just a story and not to spoil it but boundaries may be crossed. Readers discretion is advised.. or whatever they say 💀💀 okay kisses enjoy 😘😏

Other stuff about dates...

Like I said they might be off from real time stuff that actually happened but let's roll with it. Starting off in the fic Melo will have just turned 19 and reader is 19 going on 20 shortly after a couple of chapters. Hopefully that gives you a good picture 😊

ENJOY, it’s been a while since I’ve posted. Feedback is appreciated as it motivates me to keep posting 😊😊😊 thank you x 100 okay chapter one starts NOW

September 1st 2019

You admired your calendar for a moment. So many days crossed off that lead you up to this moment right here. This was it and today was the day you were so excited for. The day you have been looking forward to for months. The papers were signed, the check was cleared. You could not wait to step foot into your new apartment. You neatly folded your calendar and tucked it away in your backpack. One of the last couple of items you had to pack.

“That’s it,” your boyfriend smiled, patting and dusting his hands on his legs. “That’s the last box. You ready for the drive?” You nodded and smiled. You could not believe that last night’s sleep was the night that you slept in your childhood home. Yeah, of course you would miss it, but growth is exciting. Today was one of the many days you would see how all of the hard work was definitely paying off. You both made your way down the steps and you admired your home for a moment.

So many memories of your younger self running through the halls. The times you ran down the steps on Christmas mornings when you were little and could not wait to open gifts. You found the wall where your mom tracked how much you grew. You traced the lines over the faded marking and smiled at them, remembering your mom telling you that she had to tell you to “hold still unless you want me to draw on your forehead.” You would giggle and watch as your mother beamed upon the wall and realized how much you had grown.

This home had your heart but it was definitely time for a fresh start. You made your way out of the front door to find your dad doing one final walk through and closing the back of the moving truck.

“You sure you got it from here?” Your father asked the two of you.

“Yeah, they have an elevator and moving cart in the building,” you respond.

“Ohhh wow, fancy fancy,” your dad throws his hands up after wiping a sweaty brow. “Be careful on the drive there.”

“We will sir,” your boyfriend replies with a smile.

You give each other one final hug and of course your parents are a bit emotional. You promised they could come visit as soon as everything was set up and how you wanted it to look. You have spent months searching for the right place. Then you spent months buying a few things at a time for your new apartment. It was a slow process that you wanted to feel right.

“Take lots of pictures, love,” your mom winked. Knowing that of course you definitely would. Your love for photography runs deep because of her. She bought you your first camera at the age of 12. Even when your parents were struggling financially, they wanted you to discover your passions early on. Seven years later at 19 years old, here you are.

You are proud of how far your photography business has gotten you. Living in the small town of Concord, North Carolina finally moving to the city of Charlotte. You could not wait to get your studio open and see your business blow up in the city. But nonetheless, one step at a time babygirl. You just got your first apartment and you were so happy about it. The photography studio would come eventually. Right now you were just taking it all in. You built your success on hard work. With this being a full year since you graduated high school, you were able to work a job while building your photography brand. You were now taking the leap to go full time and all in on your photography work.

Your new apartment is a 800 square foot studio apartment. But it was so much more than just an apartment. It was your first home. You chose it because it had the beautiful city view that you always wanted. You were so excited to get started on decorating it. You looked out of the window as your boyfriend sat in the driver’s seat, steering the moving truck through the interstate on the 30 minute drive there.

You remembered looking at all the different apartments until you found this one. You knew it was the right one, you just felt it in your bones. The area was perfect. The apartment had a cozy feel to it. The building was beautiful. As you got closer and closer, you felt yourself regain your energy. Knowing you needed it now that you had to move all the boxes back up into the new apartment now.

“You excited?” your boyfriend asked and you grinned.

“Very,” you reply. “It’s bittersweet but so exciting.”

“I know, at least you get to finally get a cat now,” he replies and you smile. He knows how much you have always wanted a cat and your mom did not want one in the house.

“Yes, we’ll get there,” you smile, happy that he remembered your desire for a furry companion.

“We can finally have loud sex too,” he smirks and you giggled.

“Oh hush, look, we’re here!”

You pulled up to the front of the apartment building. Camera slug around your shoulder, you immediately hopped out of the truck and began shooting. The front was beautiful. Flowers of all kind everywhere and a beautiful fountain in the center. The building was pretty far apart from the other buildings next to it, so you knew nothing would feel crowded and you were free. You stared in awe before snapping a couple more pictures.

“Uhhh, a little help here,” your boyfriend reminds you while opening up the big sliding back door of the moving truck.

“Oh, whoops,” you say slinging your camera back over your shoulder before grabbed a box from his hand. “Wait,” you pause.

“What?” He asks.

“Can I have a lighter one than this,” you smile through gritted teeth. He rolls his eyes.

“Girl we’re taking the elevator,” he laughs. “You’re strong and I believe in you.”

You smile, “Fineee.”

You make it to the elevator with the box in your hand, trying to hide the fact that you were completely out of breath already. Your boyfriend hit the elevator button and you felt the cart swiftly move you up to the 10th out of the 12 floors. Excitement arose in your stomach.

You and your boyfriend walked to the front door of your new apartment, you dropped the box not caring what was in it, fumbling to unlock the door.

You took a deep breath before opening the door to reveal the view you had replayed in your mind over and over. It still gave you the same feeling in your stomach as when you toured it the for the first time.

The brand new appliances. The all white cabinets. The brand new flooring. This was everything you dreamed up. The moment you have been manifesting for the longest time. This was all yours. Not anyone else’s. Not even your boyfriend who technically would not be able to be on the lease anyway since he had not had a steady income yet. You worked harder than most people your age and you were proud of it. As much as you wanted the place to be both yours and his, you knew the timing of you being ready yourself was more important that waiting on him to get it together. You knew he would be able to visit and stay the night whenever you wanted him to so that did not bother you. “I think I might cry,” you smile, feeling a familiar stinging feeling in your eyes.

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes at you.

“Oh come on,” he stated. “This is a happy moment, don’t cry.”

“They are tears of joy, Tristan,” you exclaim. “I’m so proud of me. I really am that bitch.”

He chuckles at you before pulling you into a hug.

“You absolutely should be proud of yourself. You deserve it.”

You soak it all up, running around the apartment and dancing. He watches you with a smirk on your face.

Out of breath, you put your hands on your knees. ““Come on, let’s get the rest of the stuff.”

•••

After what felt like forever but was probably about an hour and a half, you got most of the things up. Oddly enough it took longer to put the stuff into the truck than taking it out of the truck. You still had some furniture coming soon so luckily there would be movers to take care of that part.

You finished up bringing the last couple of boxes with the dolly. Your boyfriend decided he would take the truck to return it to the rental place just in time before your rental time was up. You took these moments on your own to soak it up some more. You relaxed on the balcony for a bit with your water in hand, rehydrating after lots of movement. After sifting through some kitchen boxes and throwing the dishes in the washer to get them clean before storing them away, you decided to pick up your camera and go out around the building in search for more photo ops.

You looked all around the front garden and found some more beautiful flowers. You snapped a couple of pictures. You admired the photos for a moment until you felt yourself let out a small gasp when you heard the front door of the building open, breaking the silence of the world around you and removing you from your deep thoughts.

You looked up and made eye contact with him. You forced out a small smile after he gave you one. He was tall… really tall. He was looking down on his phone now. Your eyes were drawn to his very casual outfit. He wore grey sweats and an oversized hoodie, with Nike slides and bright yellow high socks.

As he approached you, you could not tell if he was going to initiate a conversation or not. You shifted your feet and kept your camera tucked in your hand before slowly following him with your eyes.

“What’s up,” he greeted you with a small smile, slipping his phone into his pocket.

“Hello,” you replied softly.

“You taking pictures?” He asked, his voice was deep and smooth when he spoke.

“Yes I am,” you smile proudly, body now fully facing him.

“That’s cool,” he replies with a grin while nodding his head.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I actually just moved in today.” You mentally slap yourself for sharing personal information with a stranger.

“I just recently moved here too,” he smiled as he ruffled up his curls on the front of his head with his fingers. “It’s been a couple of weeks now.”

“Oh, nice,” you smile. “Do you like it here?” Is all you can think of asking.

“‘Is alright, nothing crazy,” he smirks and shrugs at his own sarcastic response.

It obviously was the complete opposite. I mean unless he grew up in a million dollar mansion that was better than this. Nonetheless, you knew it was more than just nothing to you. You decided not to take it personally.

“Well my name is Y/N, what’s yours?” You ask with an innocent smile.

He cocks a brow for a second before he answers.

“Melo, nice to meet you. I guess I’ll see you ‘round Y/N,” he says while tipping you off with a grin, walking away before you could say another word.

You watched as he continued to walk off in the opposite direction, still in shock at his height. You looked down at your camera and admired the last couple of pictures you took before you heard slamming footsteps approaching.

“Hey,” your boyfriend huffs moment’s later walking up behind you. “Who was that? I heard talking.”

“New neighbor, I guess.” You shrug. “How’d dropping off the truck go?”

“Pretty simple, guess it helped leaving your car there to give you time to set up but I see you got distracted again,” he replies.

“Well… you know…. My excuse is that um. I have no excuse. Let’s get into it though,” you laugh.

The two of you made your way back up to the apartment and spent a couple of hours rushing to unbox and hang up as much as you could. He happily helped, until he felt a stomach growl.

“Okay I’m starving,” he admits.

“Me too, let’s eat something.” You sigh, plopping down whatever item that was in your hand on the counter top.

“Can we order in? I’m beat,” he sighs.

“Of course honey,” you reply. “What do you have a taste for?”

“Anything really,” you say.

“Well, that’s not very specific,” he replies.

“It’s hard to decide, but let’s order in. I’m too sweaty and messy to go to a sit down restaurant right now,” you say. “I can’t wait to shower.”

You both settle on ordering in your favorite pizza from a restaurant in downtown Charlotte. While waiting for the food; you called it a night on setting things up. There was always tomorrow and the most important thing was to rest up. After a long, hot shower you lather your body with lotion slowly with care. Before you knew it, the smell of pizza filled your apartment after it had arrived.

“Thank God,” you say in relief, starving to say the least.

Tristan served up a plate for you as you slumped down on one of your chairs. You both ate in silence as your appetite was huge and your mouths were full.

“Have you thought about your next steps lately?” You ask him as you set your plate down after finishing one slice.

He shrugs as he still had a mouth full of pizza. I definitely have options I mean. Although Amazon pays great right now; I’ve been thinking maybe trade school? Maybe welding… still deciding.”

Your eyes lit up in response. “That would be awesome babe. That sounds great.”

“Yeah, I think so too. We’ll see,” he shrugs.

“Well you know I’m here to support you in whatever you decide to do,” you encouraged.

“Thank you darling. What’s your schedule looking like the rest of the week?” He asks.

“Took the week off to get settled in but you know how that goes I’ll probably find something to shoot… what about you?”

“Workk work and work,” he replies with a chuckle.

“Get that money up,” you shouted.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment.

You were happy to eat, you admired your boyfriend for doing his best to move mostly everything in himself. Yes you helped but let’s be honest, he did most of it.

I think I want to sit on the balcony for a bit,” you say, breaking the silence.

“I’m going to shower, blow up the air mattress and lay down for a little,” he says.

“Okay,” you hum. “Your box of shower stuff is in the bathroom.”

You put your plate in the sink and grabbed your robe from your room. You shuffled through a box and grabbed your journal and a pen. You tiptoed your way to the balcony and slid the door open. Settling into your chair and looked up at the view once more before you began to write.

Today was amazing to say the least. Tristan helped me so much with moving. I’m so proud of myself. I know so much growth is on the way for me. I am absolutely claiming all of this positive energy around the apartment building as well. I even met someone else who lives in the building. I still remember his-

Your phone rang and shook you out of your thoughts as you lifted your pen off of the paper.

Mom

You slid the ‘Answer’ bar.

“Hi mom,” you sing.

“Hey honey, how’d it go?”

You reassured her the moving process was smooth and everything went well. You promised she could visit soon. Bummed out because she wanted to help you set up, you promised you could handle it.

“Well, I love you honey, hope things continue to go well,” she says softly.

“Oh mom thank you, please don’t cry,” you give a light laugh.

“I’m just so proud of you. Is Tristan still with you?” She asked.

“Yeah but he’s in the shower right now,” you reply. “Why?”

“Ohh okay. Just wondering. Hope he’s keeping you safe. Never open the door for anyone.” She states.

“Oh thank you mom. I’ll be careful.”

“And always lock the door at night,” she lists. “But remember, he doesn’t technically live there. Unless he starts paying rent, don’t let him get too comfortable.”

You sigh before you spoke. “You’re right mom… I know. Thank you.”

“Of course hon. Get some rest I’ll talk to you soon. Good night.”

“‘Night,” you reply. The line disconnected and you place your phone back down on the side table.

You took a moment to look around again, admiring the view. The sun was beginning to set on the horizon. The city lights grew brighter. You look up at the sky and see the stars. The sky was free from clouds. You looked back down at your journal and contemplated continuing to write. Your mom was right. It was a long day and it was time to rest.

What mattered most was that Tristan helped you with moving and that really made things go smoothly today. But she was also right about him not being on the lease. Unsure of how things would unravel, you obviously enjoyed his company but knew that him staying over night everyday would not really be ideal. It would bother you if he tried doing that without paying a single bill. Nonetheless, it was time to take it day by day from here on out and pray for the best.

Making your way back inside, you shut the screen door behind you and closed the blinds. You turned some music up and got to work on some photo editing in your bedroom until you got sleepy. it would be a little while until the apartment was perfect and looking just how you wanted it to be. Nonetheless, you were patient and ready for this next chapter in life.

Chapter 2

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