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You knew from the start of playoffs, Austin was stressed out.

First, it was his injury. He couldn't start playing until game 5 against the Houston Rockets, so he was practically itching to get back onto the court.

Then it was the first game against the Oklahoma City Thunder. One of his worst playoff games yet, only scoring 8 points instead of his normal 20+.

Then it was today. Game 2 against OKC resulted in a loss almost as bad as game 1, and Austin had things to say about it. From the disrespectful ref to just having to play in Oklahoma City in general, it was all getting to him.

So of course he had to yell at a ref for a minute, almost having to be held back by his teammates. You saw all of this happening from home, and as bad as you felt about him and his teammates losing, you couldn’t help but get turned on a little seeing him in this state. Austin is normally very level-headed, choosing to let it all out onto the court (and only sometimes cursing out rude fans). Him getting upset over basketball was nothing new, but this level of frustration definitely was.

With Luka out injured as well, there was so much pressure on him to perform well, and no matter how strong he came back in game 2, it wasn't enough.

After the post-game interviews and media, the team immediately flew back to Los Angeles to prepare for game 3 in a couple of days. By the time he got back home it was decently late in Los Angeles, but not late enough for you to be asleep, too excited and nervous to see Austin come home.

Nervous because you don't know what version of Austin is coming home tonight. Whenever he comes home from a bad game he's either quiet and sulky, or snappy with an attitude. Either one usually results in you holding him close, comforting him, or getting put through the mattress.

Knowing just how bad the past days have been for him, you were guessing and kind of hoping for him to come home a little snappy and agitated. Because the amount of sex appeal this man can have when he's angry is unreal.

To prepare for this, you put on a lacy matching set in his favorite color underneath your unassuming silk pajamas. Just to give him a little treat for working so hard, even if he's unhappy with his results.

And to nobody's surprise that is the version of Austin that comes home. Despite it being early in the morning at this point, the door still shuts with a hard slam, alerting you.

He shuffles into your shared room after you hear shoes being kicked off and his duffle bag being thrown on the floor. You see him wearing his usual outfit: a hoodie and a pair of sweats. Grey sweats at that.

"Hi," you speak softly from the bed, breaking the ice.

Walking over to the bed, he sits on the edge of it close to you. "Hey sweetheart," he says, almost whispering.

Putting his head in his hands, he sighs. A long, deep sigh.

"How do you feel?" you ask, not knowing if that would provoke him or not.

It does. Because he immediately stands up and starts pacing around the bed, his tone of voice getting more upset.

"I don't get it babe, I really don't. These fuckin' refs and their bullshit fuckin' calls. The entire game, they favored OKC, I don't get it."

You almost start to speak until he keeps going.

"Oh and don't get me started on the way they officiated that jump ball. That ref was disrespectful as hell, and he got away with it. This shit is fuckin' ridiculous Y/N. I'm beyond mad."

You stand up and walk to where he stands just a few feet away and grab his arm, then lead him back to the bed.

He sits down, leaning against the headboard, and you get up and sit on his lap, straddling his hips.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace and whisper in his ear, "I'm sorry it didn't go well, everything is gonna work out."

Looking at you, he sighs and puts his hands on your hips, giving you a weak smile. "I love you, y'know that?"

"Yeah," you laugh, leaning back, "do you wanna maybe let off some steam?"

Your pajamas and his clothes are practically ripped off by the time you're one again sitting in his lap, making out.

Moving to undo the straps of your lacy bra, your hand is caught by Austin.

"No, leave it on, too pretty to go to waste."

The same goes for the matching underwear, but before he does anything else, he switches positions. Manhandling you, he's now behind you with your face down and ass up.

He leans down to kiss the back of your neck, putting your hair aside.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, baby, okay?"

You don't say anything, only offering a nod.

Austin slaps your ass, "I asked if that was okay, answer for me, pretty."

"Yes, please. Fuck me Austin." you whimper out.

"Good girl..." he says, whispering. He pulls your panties to the side and starts pressing his hard tip in.

Groaning, he lets himself slowly enter you fully.

"God, baby. I don't fuck you for a few days, and suddenly you're tighter than ever."

He doesn't waste any time before he starts thrusting in and out at a rough pace.

It takes you by surprise as you yelp and moan, "Austin!"

Finding his new rhythm, he plants one of his hands on your waist and the other reaches over to your head. His fingers snake through your hair and grabs a handful. He doesn't pull hard, but enough to give himself leverage as he fucks you.

The pressure, speed of his thrusts, and the occasional slap on your ass makes you moan uncontrollably, the stimulation becoming too much.

"Yeah, like that? Like when I fuck you hard like this? Hm?"

"Yes, yes, yes Austin, fuck!"

Somehow, his thrusts become even rougher, the bed now making noise as it's rocked back and forth against the wall.

"F-Fuck, I'm close," you whimper.

"Come on babygirl," he slaps your ass, "cum on this dick, tell me how much you love it."

"Love it, Austin, love your cock, don't s-stop,"

He keeps the same pace, bringing you closer and closer to your climax, and you cum on his cock, moaning and gripping the sheets.

The sight of you coming undone along with your pussy squeezing him as you cum is enough for him to get close too. With a few more hard thrusts he pulls out and jerks himself off to completion, his cum spilling all over your back and ass.

"Ohhh fuck," he flips you back over so you can lay down on your back and he can look at you.

Planting a kiss on your forehead, he whispers, "I love you so much, you don't even know."

Whispering back you say, "I love you too, you should get mad on the court more often though, it's kinda hot."

"Is that what this is all about?"

"Maybe," you laugh as he joins you, pulling you into his chest.

Luka Doncic, who you met through a mutual friend on the team, Austin Reaves. Or well, you grew up with Austin and his girlfriend Jenna in Arkansas and stayed friends since then. After choosing to go to college in Los Angeles and stay there for your career (definitely not so you could go to Lakers games whenever they played at home), you were more than excited when Austin got drafted to the Lakers and him and Jenna moved there.

A few years later you heard about Luka Doncic, a guard from the Dallas Mavericks, getting traded for Anthony Davis. Despite being a big fan of basketball overall, you tended to keep up the most with the Lakers, especially since your friend played for them and you now got free tickets to go, so you weren't too familiar with Luka before he got traded.

Over the course of a few months, Luka and Austin became close friends. You'd hear things about him from Austin, see him play, and even awkwardly waved to him once after a game. You couldn't deny that he was on your mind more than he should be, it was like he was everywhere. And one time after having a drink or two while hanging out with Austin, Jenna, and a few more friends, you admitted that you had found Luka cute, handsome even.

Austin, who sees you as a sister, heard that and immediately threatened to tell Luka. That immediately sobered you up because you'd rather die than have the guy you've been subtly obsessed with over the past few months know about said obsession.

"Austin I swear on everything if you tell him anything you're dead."

"If I was dead who would get you and Jenna into games for free?" He laughs, raising an eyebrow knowing you really wouldn't do anything, "besides, he is single," he shrugs.

Your neck almost snaps at how fast you turn your head as this and ask with too much urgency than necessary, "he is?!"

Laughs are heard around the room as you realize how desperate that sounded, "wait!' you exclaim, "I didn't mean it like that..."

"Ummm yes you did," Austin corrects you, nodding.

Jenna chimes in, "you have a crush on him don't you?"

At this point your cheeks are flushed to the point where you're now holding your head in your hands, hoping that the attention on you will go away.

Trying to mitigate the situation, you look up, "I just want to get to know him ok? Maybe even be... friends?"

A scoff comes from Austin. "Yeah, friends, I'd like to see how that goes." Smiling like he's still trying to mess with you he suggests, "well, seeing how you introduced me to Jenna when we were kids, I suppose I owe you a favor. I'll introduce you to each other soon"

Not knowing what to say, your mouth just kind of hangs open while you try to process the implications of that.

"But..." you hesitate.

"But what?"

"I don't think he would be interested in me," you admit.

"I don't know... Luka's a bit of a wild card, you never know with him."

"Just, don't embarrass me Austin"

What you actually didn't know is that Luka was curious about you too.

The night he first saw you, he knew he was fucked. You were Austin's friend, you weren't just anybody, you're like Austin's little sister. He felt like he couldn't approach you, because, what if something went wrong? it would just make things weird with Austin, and he couldn't afford to make that mistake since he was brand new to the team.

So, he watched you instead. Every time you and Austin's girlfriend sat courtside or in the stands, you caught his eye. The night you waved to him once after a game he felt like his heart stopped and he couldn't react fast enough, so he simply just nodded at you in acknowledgement.

With the way you made him feel so powerless with just a glance, he honestly felt a little pathetic. He could probably get just about any girl he wanted, so why do you make him so nervous? The two of you have never even had a conversation, but he's heard your voice, seen your smile, and has been completely taken by your energy just by being shown videos by Austin or from social media.

Yeah, he's even stalked your instagram... After he nonchalantly asks Austin who was with his girlfriend in the stands after a game in the locker room, Luka looks you up as soon as he gets home. He looks through photo after photo, highlight after highlight with the biggest smile on his face like he knows you at all. His smile gets even bigger when he finds no trace of a boyfriend or any romantic partner on your page too.

But Luka would never admit he was so down bad for a girl he's never officially met.

So after a few months of making eye contact from across the court, awkward smiles, and staring at each other, he decides to make a move. Not directly, but in the only way he knows how in this situation.

The Lakers had just won a home game against the Bulls, and everyone was in great spirits, so, plans were made to go out nice restaurant and celebrate afterwards.

Jenna and you went home to change, deciding that your courtside outfits weren't good enough for a fancy restaurant in Los Angeles. You chose a basic yet classic little black minidress and elegant black heels. Nothing too showy, yet still extremely flattering.

Meanwhile in the locker room, Luka and Austin were getting ready themselves. Somewhere in between finishing up showering, getting dressed, and fixing their hair, Luka approaches Austin.

"Hey," he says quietly, not trying to draw attention to himself, "your girlfriend's friend, Y/N"

"What about her?" Austin questions, already knowing in the back of his mind what he's about to say, he's seen the way Luka gets nervous when he sees you.

"Is she...uh, single? Got a boyfriend or anything?"

"Why? You interested?" Austin says in a teasing tone, like they're in kindergarten and somebody has a crush.

With that, Luka decides he doesn't want to play this game anymore and just gets straight to the point.

"Yeah," he says matter-of-factly. "Introduce me, please."

"Say less, tonight at the restaurant? You better look good bro."

Luka just grins and nods. He finished getting ready, so he goes home to get one of his favorite cars to drive to the club, his custom black Bugatti Mistral.

A little more than a handful of Lakers started to arrive at The Green Room in Burbank, a rooftop lounge and restaurant, with their significant other or a friend one at a time.

Austin took you and Jenna to the restaurant and handed his keys to the valet. At the same time the valet took his car, another Laker showed up.

You hear the car before you see it, the roaring engine of the Bugatti making you turn your head immediately. The closer it gets the more you realize who's in it, it's Luka.

He gets out and gives his keys to the valet, greets Austin and Jenna and only nods at you, giving you a once-over. Which kind of discourages you, why couldn't he say hi to you too? You suppose you'll just wait until Austin introduces you to each other, but now you're not so sure it'll go too well.

Once you all get to the rooftop, you're greeted by the conversations and laughter of the other Lakers and their company. Everyone orders food, drinks, and looks to be having a really great time.

You sit at a table with Austin, Jenna, Rui, and his girlfriend. You're familiar with them all, it's comfortable.

But after a while all the boys end up at a table together talking and you're left with all the girls. Somehow while exchanging questions, stories, and laughter, one of the teammate's girlfriends mentions how Luka has been staring in your direction all night.

Turning to look at him you notice he is actually looking at you, but when you make eye contact his eyes widen and he quickly shifts his gaze.

You hear a mix of "come on bro" and "man up" from the guys table, but before you could comprehend why, Austin calls your name as he gets up from the table, followed by Luka.

"Hey, Y/N, come here for a sec, want a drink?"

Nodding, you get up and follow them to the bar. Austin orders a couple drinks, and you all stand around the bar area.

"I wanted to introduce you two, you know since I feel like you see a lot of each other." he pauses, "so Luka, this is Y/N, my childhood friend. And Y/N, this is Luka, my teammate. I'll let you guys do the rest."

He leaves to go back to the others, and at the same time the bartender slides 2 drinks to you, handing one to Luka, you offer a greeting, "hi."

"Hi," he takes a sip of the fruity concoction that Austin ordered. "I- um, sorry if this is awkward, I asked Austin to introduce me to you."

"You did?" you ask, genuinely surprised, wasn't he going to introduce you to him after you had accidentally mentioned your attraction to Luka? And wait- Luka actually notices you?

"Yeah, is that bad?"

"No!" you ex claim, hands waving in the air, "I just didn't expect you to notice me at all."

"How could I not? You're beautiful, very beautiful. Every time I saw you at games with Austin's girlfriend I couldn't resist from staring at you."

You're almost too stunned to speak, "oh, wow, thank you. Really? I could have sworn you were just like, indifferent to me or something."

"I know, I'm sorry. I just didn't know what to do. I didn't want to mess up and ruin my chances with you."

"That's okay. The truth is I always noticed you. Ever since you joined the Lakers, I thought you were really handsome."

In the dim lighting you swear you can still see him blush, or maybe it's just the alcohol.

He clears his throat, "so, would you want to go on a date with me"

With widened eyes you nod, "yes, I would. What would we do?"

"Anything you want? Maybe dinner, or do you want to talk about it more at my place... tonight?"

You're surprised but also attracted to his sudden boldness, and the idea of going to Luka's house tonight doesn't sound so bad.

"Let's go to your place, I've been dying to sit in that Bugatti ever since I saw it."

He chuckles, grabs your hand, and leads you out of the restaurant. "Anything you want."

While driving to his LA house, you and him yell over the loud engine of the Bugatti. Exchanging compliments, telling stories, and laughing. He puts his hand out towards you, probably looking for you to hold it. But you instead grab it and set it in your lap, so he's now holding onto your thigh. He looks at you and smiles, but you can see the interest in his eyes growing deeper.

When you get to his house he puts the car in park and tells you to stay. You're confused, but you stay put anyway. He goes inside for a minute or two and comes back out holding a large bouquet. There's no way that's for you right? How would he even get that in time?

Opening the door, he holds out a hand to guide you out, then hands you the bouquet.

"For you."

"How did you even get this so soon?" It's really a beautiful bouquet, there's many delicate flowers wrapped in brown paper.

"I bought it before the game today, I knew Austin was going to introduce us somehow, so I thought I would get this just in case."

"They're beautiful, Luka. Thank you" you say, looking up at him with a grin.

He sets his hand on your lower back, guiding you, "come on, let's go inside. Do you want a drink?"

The next thing you know, you and Luka are sitting on his couch. Well, Luka's sitting on the couch and you're sitting on his lap. Both of you are nursing a glass of some fancy sauvignon blanc as you talk.

A bit tipsy you admit to him, "you know, a while ago I was with Austin and some of our friends and I had mentioned that I thought you were cute and Austin was like 'I'll introduce you.'"

"Ohh, so you were interested in me too?" One hand is holding onto his drink, and the other is keeping you place on his lap by gripping onto your hip.

Both of you are a little tipsy at this point, so all inhibitions are pretty much gone.

"Oh come on, anybody would be interested in you. You're tall, handsome, you've got good muscles," your arm grazes his bicep, "and you're good at basketball! You're the most perfect guy out there!"

He laughs, a small but genuine laugh that makes your heart skip a beat.

"Ok, somebody's had too much to drink," he grabs your glass of wine and sets it on the coffee table in front of the couch along with his.

"I do mean that," you press, "I'm really happy Austin introduced us."

"Me too," he says, almost in a whisper. He brings his newly free hand to your face, holding it. His eyes soften as they fixate on your face. You can't tell if he's admiring you or examining you but it feels right. "You are so perfect," he says in that same quiet tone, completely taken by you.

With his hand on your face, he uses it to tilt your head up and closer to his, going in for a kiss. He kisses you softly at first, testing the waters, but becomes more passionate as you reciprocate each kiss.

You feel like a teenager again, making out on some guys couch. But he's not just some guy this time.

The kisses become messy and wet after a little while, your bodies moving against each other with each one.

Luka breaks the kiss, "do you want to go to my room?" he asks, short of breath, but with so much desire.

"Please," you whisper, and with that he scoops you up into his arms and takes you to his room.

He lays you down on the bed with him hovering over you, watching your every move. Going in for a kiss, he plants his hands onto your waist for leverage.

He moves down to your neck, kissing, sucking, and leaving marks while making you squirm and mewl. Stopping when he reaches down to the neckline of your dress, he looks up at you.

"Can I take your dress off? Please?" He looks desperate, but only for you.

With a nod, you lean up so he can reach the zipper in the back. He slowly unzips then moves to pull the straps down, and ultimately pull off the entire dress from your body.

Leaving you fully exposed besides from the thong you were wearing, Luka stares at your body, breathless.

"Oh my god, you're so beautiful, so perfect," he says as he goes to kiss your newly exposed chest.

He kisses all the way down your body and stops again when he reaches your underwear. Before he could ask, you're already pulling them off.

"Such a pretty pussy," he says as leans in closer, spreading and lifting up your legs over his shoulders.

He goes in and cages himself between your legs, starting to lick your pussy. He slurps up your arousal and continues to lick and taste all of you.

"You taste so good baby," he says, lifting his head up for a moment, only to go back in and continue eating you out like a starved man.

You let out a loud moan, hands reaching for his hair as he finds your clit, "Oh, fuck, Luka!"

He groans into you, the vibrations and his beard tickling you becoming too much.

Letting go of one of your legs, his hand snakes around to your now very wet hole. He inserts one thick finger inside of you slowly, then starts thrusting it in and out, matching the pace of his mouth on you.

"Oh my god," you pull on his hair and whimper, you never expected Luka to be this skilled at eating a girl out.

He slides in another finger, increasing the pleasure. At this point your legs are shaking and you can barely even form words, it's too much.

"L-Luka, fuck- I'm close," instead of pulling his hair, your hand weaves between it and holds his head softly, which encourages him to finish you off.

He finds that sweet spot inside of you with his fingers that makes you moan the loudest and presses against it repeatedly, all while sucking on your clit.

You moan out loudly, "I'm cumming, Luka," barely coming out before you cum on his tongue.

He continues to lap up any excess wetness throughout your orgasm, overstimulating you and making you shake more.

When you come down he gets up to clean you and himself up, his mouth and chin practically soaked.

"Wait-" you say, "don't you want me to-"

"No," he cuts you off, knowing that you were going to ask if he wants you to return the favor, "we'll save that for another day, I want to take my time with you," he smiles.

Once cleaned he lays down next to you and gives you a kiss on your forehead.

"Now, let's actually plan our first date," he says, making you grin and pull him into a soft kiss.

note: would anybody be interested in a reaves fic?

With genuine curiosity and attempting to get further with him, you ask, "What's your name?"

At this point, Luka is 100% sure you don't know who he is, and you actually don't, given that you don't keep up with basketball at all.

"Luka. What is yours?"

"Y/N, I don't actually live here, I'm only visiting my sister, I'm from Los Angeles," you explain, a little disappointed that the chances of seeing him again are low.

At the same time Luka feels the same way, drawn to this girl he just met, wanting to know more about her. "Wow, that's pretty far, I go there for work every once in a while, what do you do for work there?"

"Yeah, it is far, but I love it. And I do PR for celebrities. Not the most glamourous job but I like it," you smile and look at him.

Both of you stand up after letting the dog have his moment, continuing the conversation you ask, "What do you do for work?"

Luka's not so sure what to say, being a professional athlete is intimidating to some, he doesn't want to scare you away. But you seem so genuine, so he decides to tell you anyway.

"I play basketball in the NBA. Do you know the Dallas Mavericks?"

"Um.... that sounds familiar I think, but that's really cool, I've actually never gone to a basketball game," you admit, feeling a little out of the loop.

He looks at his feet, nervous from the eye contact and you see his face go a little more red than before when he says, "Well, what if you gave me your number and whenever my team plays in Los Angeles I'll invite you to the game?"

Eyes widening a bit, you nod your head quickly, "yeah! That would be really fun!"

He lets out a small sigh of relief before pulling out his phone to let you put your number in, "and maybe in the meantime we can text and get to know each other?" He suggests, trying to express his interest.

Again, you nod as you put your number in, "of course, that sounds really good Luka." Handing the phone back to him, you look up at him.

"I'll text you, okay? I can't wait to see you, lepotica." His hand grazes your arm then holds it softly, lessening the distance between the two of you.

You're not sure what exactly he called you but the way he said it in that accent gives you butterflies.

"Yeah! I'll see you soon hopefully!"

Goodbyes are exchanged and you head back to your sister and her dog waiting across the street for you.

Since then, you and Luka have been texting and calling regularly. You find out he's from Slovenia and spent time in Spain playing basketball in the Euro League. He tells you about when he got drafted to the Dallas Mavericks and how happy he was. When he has a bad practice, you hear from him, and when he has a good practice, you also hear from him.

The texts and calls come more frequently by the second month, they're the highlight of your day. However, whenever you two talk, it never goes further than just light flirting. Given how far apart you two live from each other, it doesn't make sense to date for real. 'Friends is just' fine you tell yourself.

But the situation changed one day, when Luka had a particularly bad practice.

You knew he had an evening practice scheduled that day and judging that he hasn't texted you anything despite knowing practice is over lets you know he's probably not in the best mood.

By the time he got out you were all ready for bed, dressed in a short, light pink slip nightgown. After laying in bed for about half an hour and scrolling on your phone is when you received an incoming facetime call from Luka.

You answered the call, not really caring that your choice of pajamas was not so appropriate for someone you've only seen in person once, but fuck it, he's hot as hell! And, you know, maybe you can help him get out of his bad mood.

The call connects and for a second Luka looks a bit frustrated, his hair is wet, indicating he just came out of the shower. But after looking at you and seeing a little bit of the lace from your nightgown changed the expression of his face entirely. His mouth slightly drops, eyes widened, and eyebrows raised as you see him scan the screen.

"Hi krasen," he pauses, "you know... I actually had a bad practice and was in a shitty mood, but now, I might be the happiest guy ever," he says with a grin across his face.

You're laying on your side, chest slightly visible on camera, but you lean the camera slightly down, giving him a better view of your cleavage on display. You know what you're doing.

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"Mmmmm, I think you know why," he squints, knowing you're not at all ignorant to the situation happening.

"I cheered you up? Just by answering your call? I must be really special," you laugh.

"Yeah... you look really good- like sexy even," his eyes dart up and down between your face and chest.

Smiling, you adjust the camera, so Luka can now see your nipples hardening through the satin. "Sexy? Me? I'm just laying here, Luka"

He groans, "you know what you're doing Y/N...fine, I wont play this game, I'm getting right to it." With that he props his phone on his bed and takes off his shirt. He grabs his phone again before he can speak, you're already pulling down the straps of your slip dress in a teasing way.

"Do you wanna..." you start, not sure what the two of you are about to start doing.

"Mmmm... Phone sex?" he suggests, raising an eyebrow on his flushes face.

"I've never done that before Luka, what do I even do?"

"Just keep being sexy, talk to me, tell me what you would want me to do to you...maybe take off your clothes." he shrugs.

The awkwardness of the situation make you giggle, but somehow his nervous rambling still turns you on.

"Here," he starts," pull down your dress."

Grabbing the lace hem, you pull the neckline of your nightgown, showing off your boobs.

Luka lets out a deep sigh at this, clearly mesmerized by the sight before him. "God... I want you here with me so bad. I'd fuck you so good."

"Yeah," you say, barely louder than a whisper, then starting to move the camera down to your hips, where your nightgown is bunched up. You pull it up to reveal lace panties underneath. Spreading your legs, Luka can now see a small wet patch in your underwear.

"Are you wet?" He throws his head back and breathes out, "prekleto..."

"A little, but it's not my fault." Feeling a bit bold, you put one hand into your panties, playing with your clit. "Wish you were the one doing this to me." you moan out.

"Me too moja ljubezen, me too. Take those off and finger yourself for me."

You quickly kick off your underwear, though still wearing the nightgown, and begin inserting a finger inside yourself.

"Luka," you breath out, adding another finger, "would feel so much better if it was your fingers. Or your cock..."

"Yeah?" he says short of breath. This entire time he's been palming himself but now its his turn to lower his phone so you can see his dick straining through his shorts. "This is what you do to me Y/N."

He pulls both his shorts and underwear off at once, revealing his thick cock leaking at the tip.

Your breath catches, fingers still inside of you, "that's never going to fit inside me Luka."

He laughs, "Oh we'll figure it out one day ljubljeni, but for now just imagine me inside you," he starts stroking himself.

"Fuuuck," you moan out, "want that so bad."

"Mhm? Want me to fuck you? Want me to make love to you?" His strokes start getting faster along with his voice becoming breathier, making you even more turned on.

"Please Luka, I need you."

"Oh I know baby, just keep talking to me, keep touching yourself, I'm almost there." he coaxes.

"I need you here, stretching me out, fucking me deep until I can't take it anymore," you say breathily, on the edge of orgasm.

"That's right, ohh fuck, I'm gonna cum Y/N,"

"I want you to cum inside Luka," you moan out.

And that was it for him as you see him cumming on the screen, white droplets dripping down his cock and fist. At almost the same time, you tighten around your fingers, watching him watching you cum through lidded eyes.

It takes a minute of catching breaths and cleaning up for the both of you to realize what just happened.

He speaks first, "that was good."

"Yeah, let's do it again some time," you laugh.

You joke, but you both understand. This would be happening again. Whether it was on the phone or in person, this was too good to never do again.

Since then, you and Luka had this unspoken agreement. You two were great friends that sometimes went further than friends. Being each others biggest supporter and best friend while occasionally hooking up when one or the other was in town.

There were a few times during the preseason and official season that year that you went to Luka's hotel room. Half of the time you two acted like normal close friends. Because normal friends cuddle, kiss each other on the forehead, and fall asleep together. Right?

But the other half of the time, you two were like lovers. Never saying so, but definitely acting like it. Making love, making out, cooking for each other the morning after. You knew it was silly to have feelings for Luka, but you never wanted to do anything to jeopardize the friendship. Especially because of the benefits, but mostly because you genuinely care for him. You were fine without the label of boyfriend and girlfriend if it meant keeping Luka close to you.

The media also hadn't caught on yet. Since you lived in LA, you only ever went to games when the Mavericks played against the Lakers or Clippers, and when you visited Luka in Dallas, it wasn't to watch him play basketball.

During post-game interviews, Luka can sometimes be seen looking at his phone and smiling. An interviewer would ask a question but he always said it was something from a friend and denying any questions about a possible romantic partner.

The thing is, Luka felt the same way about you. Desperately wanting to call you his, yet terrified of losing you if something didn't work out. He too was fine with being friends with benefits. Deep down he knows that you won't stray far from him.

It was the very end of the 2023-2024 season and the Mavericks were playing against the Celtics in the last game of the NBA finals.

Due to work, you hadn't been able to go to the previous games despite cheering Luka on from afar, despite that the fact that the Mavericks were not headed towards a victory.

Sitting in a box with fellow family members and partners of the team, you watch as the Mavericks lose the 2024 NBA finals. The look on Luka's face crushes you, the anger, disappointment, and sadness all extremely apparent.

While he does a post game interview, showers, and gets ready to leave, you head back to his apartment. Not wanting to bombard or overwhelm him in any way, you sit on his couch awaiting his arrival.

When he finally comes home, he opens and closes the door quietly with a somber look on his face. You can't exactly read him to figure out if he's seething with anger or just sad.

Breaking the silence you speak softly, "Hi, Luka." You don't ask him any questions and you don't expect him to say anything. All he does is kick off his shoes, puts his bag down, and lays himself down on you. He moves you against the arm of the couch and inserts himself in between your legs with his head in the crook of your neck.

Your hands find their way to his hair, playing with it while your other hand rubs his back. He sighs deeply before talking softly, "thank you for being there tonight. Even though we didn't win."

"It's okay, I'm so proud of you either way. Making it to the finals is such an unreal accomplishment."

Neither of you say anything for a minute, but you feel him breathing against you.

"You know I think you're the greatest player of all time," you offer, breaking the silence while trying to lighten up the mood.

He sits up and looks at you with a big smile on his face despite tears threatening to spill from his eyes. "Nah, that's Michael Jordan," he laughs, "but thank you, seriously. I'm just really disappointed in myself, I feel like I let everyone down."

The tears in his eyes start to fall and immediately you caress his face and start wiping his tears. You sit in his lap while he hugs you tightly, and again, your hands find their way to his hair, stroking it.

"You didn't let anybody down. Do you know how much everyone loves you? The team, the fans, your family. Everyone is so proud of you."

"I know-" his voice breaks, "I just wanted it really badly, not even just for myself, I wanted to win it for Dallas."

"You'll come back next season even stronger, Luka. I know you're capable of it," you encourage. At this moment, his happiness is your highest priority, all you want to do is make him happy.

"I'll try," he starts, "it's just going to take me a minute to get over the loss. But I'll definitely come back stronger next season, I'm getting that trophy for my team." He releases you from his hug to look at you, greeted by a smile on your face.

He then pulls you into a kiss, so passionate and deep it makes you feel dizzy. Continuing the kiss, one of his hands rests on your hip and the other grabbing your face. You feel him smiling into each kiss, rubbing up and down from your hip to your waist, and pulling your face even closer to his.

He breaks the kiss to speak, "God I-" he stops. More like he catches himself about to say something he shouldn't.

"You what?"

"I'm so fucking glad that you're here right now," he saves, "I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you with me today."

He's not lying, if you weren't here he would just be wallowing in his own self pity. But that's definitely not what he meant to say there.

"Yeah, whatever would you do without me?" you tease, "you know I'm always happy to be with you Luka."

Something shifts in his eyes, not bad, but something familiar. And it all makes sense when you feel his hard dick against your ass.

With you in his lap, it was easy for him to pick you up and take you to his bedroom. He sets you down on the bed in a similar position as before, with himself in between your legs.

He kisses you again, but this time it feels so much more intimate. He kisses your neck, leaving hickeys and drawing moans out of you. Putting his hands up your shirt, he pulls it off of you successfully

He fondles your boobs, skillfully removes your bra, and kisses your chest. "Fucking love these tits." He leaves more hickeys, taking his time enjoying you. Letting go, he takes off his shirt and pins you deeper into the bed by your waist. He attacks your chest again, kissing, sucking, and doing whatever he can to keep getting sounds out of you.

Your fingers trace up and down his stomach, then to the waist band of his shorts.

He smirks, “you’re so perfect, you know that?”

Looking up at him, you smile and bite your lip slightly, moving to tug his shorts and boxers down. His cock springs up, hitting his stomach.

Letting out a sigh, he grabs your hand and puts it on his dick. In response, you put your hand around it begin stroking it, feeling it throb in your hand.

He throws his head back and groans, "you're gonna make me lose control Y/N."

"Then lose control..."

"Alright" he pulls off your shorts and panties as once, "you asked for this."

He flips you onto your stomach and lifts your ass up a bit so you're now arching. He puts 2 of his fingers in his mouth, coating them in saliva, then glides them against your clit.

You moan and suddenly he inserts both fingers inside of you at the same time. He fingers you from behind for a few more moments, enjoying how you make pretty noises for him and occasionally look back up at him with need.

Using those wet fingers, he lubes up his cock, then all at once he slides his dick into you all the way.

He exhales at the sensation while you just about wake up the neighbors with your moans.

Starting slow, he begins thrusting in and out of you, with both hands on your hips/ass. Suddenly he speeds up, hitting all the right spots inside of you.

He smacks your ass, making you moan even more. "Yeah? You like that? Like when I smack your ass pretty girl?"

You look back and him and nod the best you can, "Yes, Luka, please keep going, faster!"

His thrusts become rough and fast, and you couldn't contain the pleasure you feel at this moment. With him taking his stress out on you in the best way possible, it was too much.

"Ohhh fuck...srček. You feel so goddamn good. Just sucking me in with that we pussy..." he groans.

You moan into the pillow resting underneath your head. Feeling yourself tighten around him.

All of a sudden, the warmth in your stomach grows stronger. "L-Luka, ohh. I-I'm- fuck! I'm gonna cum!"

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me? Go ahead baby cum all over me, I.. I'm almost there."

"Fuckfuckfuck, Luka! Keep going, I'm gonna cum!" With that and a few more thrusts, you cum on him, sucking him in deeper every time your pussy tightens around him.

He needs a few more thrusts before he comes undone as well with a string of mixed curses in English and Slovenian. He comes on your back and ass, jerking himself off to completion.

The sight before him is too much, wanting to keep it engraved in his memory forever. With a deep breath he asks, "Can I take a picture of this?"

"A picture of me with your cum all over me?"

"I mean... yeah, this is hot as hell. Might come in handy during an away game," he jokes.

"Go ahead," you laugh, and arch your back again for dramatic effect.

He cleans the both of you up before you fall asleep together, intertwined.

After that, the arrangement that you two held stood strong, remaining close friends despite the intimacy you shared some nights.

Often times, he teases you in Slovenian, not telling you what any of the words mean. So you take it upon yourself to start learning. Starting slow with beginner YouTube videos, buying a couple books, and learning from those online.

You learn basic phrases and vocabulary useful for traveling, but you can’t help but look up how to say romantic things. Words like baby, love, beautiful, words that you remember Luka calling you.

Not too far into learning Slovenian, you got the news. Luka calls you as soon as he finds out.

On the night of February 1st, 2025, you’re sitting on your bed, unwinding with a cup of tea and reading a book. Your phone lights up with a call from Luka, answering it immediately, you don’t even get a chance to say hi before you’re greeted by a frantic voice.

“Y/N, I just got traded. I got fucking traded.”

“What?!” you say, full of genuine surprise. Luka is well beloved by Dallas and his team. He’s one of the greatest franchise players of all time, why would they trade him. “Why would they trade you? Who for?”

“They traded me for Anthony Davis.” he says, sighing deeply. “I can’t even think right now.”

“Wait Anthony Davis? You’re gonna be a Laker?” You realize that if Luka was on the Lakers, he would live in Los Angeles too.

“Yeah, I guess.” He’s obviously upset, still coming to terms with it. “It’s not finalized yet but yeah, I'm traded."

"I- How do you feel?" The news is so unexpected, you don't even know what to say to this.

He exhales, "I don't know. But the first thing I thought of was that I'd live closer to you," laughing nervously he speaks again, "That's the bright side of this. But I think I can make the best of it being on the Lakers."

"I know, I thought of that too. I can go to all of your home games."

He smiles on the other side of the phone, "you know now I feel a lot better about the trade."

A little more than a week later, Luka is already about to play his first game as a Laker. February 10th, 2026, you're waiting for the game to start as you sit courtside - Luka's treat of course.

Nobody was too sure who you were. I mean, courtside seats are no joke, especially at a Lakers game. Were you a wealthy heiress? Underground celebrity? Or maybe, a girlfriend of one of the players? There's a blockbuster movie star and worldwide popstar sitting like 3 seats away from you, so... who even are you?

Truthfully, you were fine sitting in a box suite, away from the action. But Luka insisted that you be up close for his Lakers debut.

Throughout the game he was seen giving you a wink, standing near the area you sat in, and in general just looking at you. He wasn't distracted, you just gave him all the motivation he needed.

This was a pretty big gesture. To be seen by cameras as the one who has Luka Doncic's attention. This is intentional, special even. There are already people speculating on who you are to Luka. Are you the person who made him keep smiling at his phone during post-game interviews? The person he was randomly photographed with entering a fancy restaurant in Dallas? Are you Luka's girlfriend?

Opening up your phone during the half time intermission, you click on twitter, wanting to see what people are saying about Luka's debut.

There's a lot of good things, noting how he's finding his place on the team but still making a name for himself as a Laker.

But you pause when you see a picture of yourself, accompanied by a short clip of Luka winking at you after making a shot and you smiling in return. The responses to that post are theorizing about who you are, and to your surprise there's not really anything bad about you being said. There's actually a lot of compliments, including, "luka scoring on and off the court," which makes you laugh in your seat.

Smiling, set your phone down and watch the rest of the game. The Lakers win against the Utah Jazz by almost 20 points. Luka's smiling and looks to be having a lot of fun with him team, celebrating after a win.

After the game, you wait for Luka to finish with his post-game interview. You sit inside of your car in the Lakers garage, since none of Luka's cars have made it to LA yet due to how sudden the trade was. He wasn't even moved into his new apartment yet, so he's been staying with you for a couple days now.

You see him come into the garage, and you come out of the car to give him a big hug. He hugs you even tighter, lifting you up a little.

"I'm so proud of you," you say, muffled into his neck.

"Thanks for coming, baby." he whispers. "Now lets get back to your place." he beams.

You two could barely make it inside of your apartment. The door opens and slams as soon as you enter, with you being picked up and pinned up against it by Luka while he kisses you.

He takes you to your bedroom and almost throws you on the bed. The two of you waste no time as you both strip completely. Luka's already semi-hard, not needing much more to become fully hard with you naked in front of him.

"Lay down," you tell him softly, a bit shy.

"Hm?" With an eyebrow raised, he lays down against the headboard of your bed.

Standing up you crawl over to his spot on the bed and stop when your head gets close to his hard cock.

"Ohh," he says, understanding, as you put your hands on his thighs. Licking up from the base of his cock to the tip, you look Luka in the eyes, maintaining eye contact. You suck at his tip, making his eyes roll back into his head.

Then, taking his whole cock into your mouth and down your throat, your nose hits his pubes, fully taking his dick. Bobbing your head up and down while sucking him in has him grabbing and puling your hair, assisting you move up and down.

He moans, groans, and making literally every sound possible. "Fuckkk, you trying to make me cum already?" Pulling you off of his cock, and back towards him, he kisses you, hard and deep.

He flips you onto your back and lifts your legs up. He slaps his wet cock against your pussy, grinding onto you. The sensation of him brushing against your clit makes you quiver, gripping onto his bicep for support.

Eventually he inserts his cock inside slowly, with an obscene wet sounds coming from that movement.

Pushing your legs back for leverage, he starts fucking into you slowly. He makes slow thrusts, exhaling after each once, basking in how warm and wet you are.

Speeding up a bit, he stares at how your tits bounce between every thrust. He leans down to kiss you and stays there for a minute, still thrusting into you, foreheads pressed together, and enjoying the moans that come out of you.

"Ohhh Y/N, Ljubim te. Zelo te ljubim." He breathes out, looking into your eyes.

"Wait what?" You recognize those worlds. He just said he loves you, that he loves you a lot actually.

"Huh?" he says, stopping his thrusts, he assumes you don't know what he said before.

"You love me?" you look up at him, smiling, with all the hope in the world in your eyes it seems.

His heart drops, but he couldn't deny it at this moment when he felt so incredibly close to you.

"I-I do, Y/N. I've loved you for a long time now. I just didn't want to ruin what we have."

You only giggle at him, and he's not sure if he should he relieved or concerned.

"I love you too Luka. I've been learning Slovenian for you, and I guess it finally paid off," you catch him smiling, "tudi jaz te ljubim," you say with your American accent.

He laughs and grins into a kiss, pulling your face closer to kiss. "Let me show you how much I love you baby."

Gripping your legs again, he starts fucking you at the same pace as before, but this time his thrusts are much harder, much deeper.

"You feel that? You feel what you do to me? You feel how much I fucking love you?"

He maintains this pace, bringing you closer to finishing with each thrust.

Your eyes are rolling back at this point, unable to focus on anything but Luka.

"Fuck, yes Luka, keep doing that, don't stop!" you moan out while holding onto his arms.

"Ohhh, baby, I'm gonna cum already-"

"Cum inside, please Luka, please I need it so bad!" you cut him off, obviously close to finishing as well.

"Okay, whatever you want moj dragi." "Ohhh, fuck I'm gonna cum inside you Y/N, take it baby, take it." He cums inside in one thrust, pushing himself and pulling you deeper, trying to fuck his cum into you as deep as possible.

You can't even form words with the amount of pleasure you feel at this moment. You only scream out a moan when you cum, yours and his mixing together inside you.

You both are out of breath as he lays down on top of you, still inside of you.

Looking into your eyes with his own pleading eyes he tells you, "I do love you Y/N. I want you to be mine. Please be my girlfriend."

Forming a grin on your face you look back at him, "I thought you'd never ask. I love you more Luka."

He kisses you softly and lays into you then whispers, "good. 'Cause I'm not letting you go."

it's around the time that luka usually comes home from his afternoon practice, but he texts you that he'll be coming home a little bit later today. so, you decide to take matters into your own hands and start making dinner. you and luka had previously agreed that tonight you two would go out for dinner, but now you didn't feel like it.

you put on an apron on top of your tank top and flowy mini skirt, and begin preparing one of luka's favorite dishes, taking extra care with every step of the process. but the task of cooking unknowingly took so much time that you didn't notice that luka had already come home.

while still cooking, putting final touches and tasting everything, luka walks into the kitchen. you don't notice him yet, but the sight of you in an apron, cooking his favorite food has him grinning. he suddenly remembers how in love with you he is and hugs you from behind.

you, startled, jump up a little bit at this, but you realize it’s your husband and lean into the hug. 

“hi baby,” you greet him.

he hums in response, kissing your neck and resting his big hands on your hips.

“did you have a good practice?” you ask quietly, still cooking.

“yeah,” he says softly, “but seeing you like this just made my whole day better.”

he presses himself against you further, and you notice him getting harder against your back. 

“luka!” you gasp, “i’m trying to finish cooking!” you whine. 

“later.” he spins you around to face him, and he leans down to kiss you, one hand holding your face and the other on your waist. 

you kiss him back, holding his wrist and leaning your body into his. you start to feel the same excitement as him and you continue making out with him. he slowly takes off the apron with one hand.

luka, having enough of only kissing, lifts you up and you wrap your legs around him. he carries you to your shared bedroom and sets you down on the bed. 

“you’re so fucking beautiful,” he says feverishly, about to begin kissing you again. he quickly pulls off his shirt and shorts and sits down as he pulls you into his lap, straddling him. 

you squirm as he kisses you puts his hands all over your hips and ass as you feel his hard dick, only separated by both of your underwear. he moves your hips, grinding you into him.

“ohh luka,” you moan, breaking the kiss.

“yeah? like that?” he’s asks while smirking as you. 

“mhm,” you nod and continue grinding into him. 

he puts his hands up your shirt, starting to take it off and feeling you up. you sit up a little so you can take of your skirt and kick it off. now, only in underwear, you continue to make out, bodies pressed up against each other. 

sounds of pleasure can be heard in the room as you and him dry hump each other, but luka cuts it short as he lifts you off of him so he can take off his underwear and then reaching to the nightstand to grab a condom.

“luka,” you say grabbing his arm and looking in his eye, “can we do it raw?” as you say that luka looks at you with so much love in his eyes, grinning he says, “sure, why not,” trying to act nonchalant about it.

it’s not that yall haven’t fucked raw before, but it’s definitely a rare treat.

he sets you back on his lap, you attempt to take off your lace panties but he stops you too, “leave those on,” he says softly. he simply just pulls them to the side as he begins tracing his fingers on your clit.

this catches you by surprise, “mmmh! luka!” you grip onto his shoulders, leaning your head into his neck. you continue moaning as he rubs your clit and starts to put a finger inside your wet pussy.

“ohhh, more,” you moan out and luka doesn’t need to be told twice so we inserts 2 of his fingers and starts fingering you at a slow pace. “yeahhh, keep making those pretty little noises for me baby,” he says. 

“want you, luka,” you squirm, “want your cock.” and like a man possessed he takes his fingers out of you and glides his slick fingers on his length, lubing it up. he slowly guides his dick inside of you, sitting you down all the way on him.

you both exhale at the sensation, but you waste no time and begin grinding on him, feeling his cock against your walls. he takes the initiative to start bouncing you up and down, his dick hitting all the right spots and you moan his name.

“yeahh, tell me how much you love this dick baby.” he says while watching your body bounce.

“mmph,” your eyes roll back, “fucking love your cock luka” you whine out.

“that’s what i like to hear,” he says as holds you up and begins to start fucking up into you. your ass and tits start jiggling even more than before, as the motion makes the bed creak and hit the wall the against it.

“i’m close baby,” you say to him through moans.

he groans “oh fuck. me too baby, gonna cum inside this wet fucking pussy.” 

you tighten around him at his words and in a few more thrusts. you cream around him, squeezing his cock and moaning.

“fuckkkk im gonna cum, baby, take it, take my cum baby.” and less than a minute after you, luka cums inside you with one final groan. 

the two of you sit there for a moment, embracing and enjoying each others presence until luka speaks, "i love you baby," he pauses, "you should wear that apron more often."

you grin and lean in for a quick kiss, "i love you too, whatever you want"

"Alright let's get you cleaned up."