#nba x reader

AFTERCARE ⟢ what are they like after sex? 𝝑𝝔 ANTHONY EDWARDS

anthony is used to sex being casual, so after it, he cleans himself up and moves on. back then, maybe he’ll check up on his partner, make sure she’s not too worn out, still, he keeps it pushing. but when he meets you, and he starts catching feelings, your relationship becoming more serious than expected, anthony realizes that it’s not enough— you deserve better than that. to the point of one day, he sheepishly asks you what you like to do after sex. he’s definitely not perfect, but he gets the gist of it. he’ll give you some praise once you both catch your breath, force you to get up and pee, by carrying you to the bathroom bridal style— if he’s feeling extra, like on valentine’s day, he’ll run you a bath— whatever else you need, he insists you tell him and he’ll get it. ant might be tired, but he’s not lazy. after that, it ends with some pillow talk, because when does anthony not want to talk to you?

BODY PART ⟢ their favorite body part of their partner 𝝑𝝔 SHEDEUR SANDERS

ass. no brainer. have you seen him talking about how much he loves “cake”? he eats cake— said with nothing but pure pride in his voice, hell, shedeur worships every kind of cake. dr. miami cake. flat cake. thick cake. ass is ass, sue him. he loves squeezing, kissing, massaging (he’s weirdly good at it), slapping, caressing your ass— no surprise his hand “accidentally” lowers down your waist when you’re out and about with him, or how you catch him looking behind you whenever you’re walking around his place. and when you have sex with him, you can’t find it in you to be shocked that the first position he suggests is…doggystyle. maybe reverse cowgirl, if he wants to switch things up. wow, shedeur, way to be subtle!

CUM ⟢ anything to do with cum, basically 𝝑𝝔 LUKA DONCIC

luka likes his cum on you…a little too much. his favorite is when you let him cum on your chest especially, watching you play with your boobs while his cum paints your skin. he doesn’t understand what is it exactly— maybe it’s because of the whole marking thing? he’s a messy guy? or how you just scoop it up, look at him with a smirk while you put it up to your mouth to swallow? who knows. what luka does know though, is that wherever you tell him to finish, his dick reacts in an instant. that’s why when you tell him to finish inside, please luka! he doesn’t even hesitate, or think about how he’s not protected at all— simply focused on how you’re clenching around him, pussy greedily swallowing his cum up like your mouth does. he watches it drip out of your hole, so tempted by you that his fingers reach out to shove it back in. he’s not obsessed, no, not at all.

DIRTY TALK ⟢ do they like dirty talk? what do they usually say? 𝝑𝝔 KYLIAN MBAPPE

kylian can fluently speak three languages— english, spanish, and french, and regardless which one he switches to in bed, his words come out sinful every time. we’ve seen the video of him talking to his teammates. point blank period, he’s a yapper that loves a good dirty talk session. mostly because you just have the best reactions to what he says— even with the language barrier, you know it’s dirty and your pussy loves the gruffy sound of his voice in your ear while he’s fucking you. he’ll fuck you dumb, to the point where french starts sounding like spanish, spanish sounding like english, just nodding along to whatever he says. kylian laughs, loving how he doesn’t need a translator to get to you.

“c’est tout pour moi, non? dit-moi, ou je arrête.”

“putain, juste comme ça, bebe.”

“tu veux de moi? quoi, tu peux pas me demander plus mieux ce ça?”

FAVORITE POSITON ⟢ very self explanatory, what position in bed do they prefer?

1 𝝑𝝔 JALEN DUREN

jalen duren is 6’10, unless if you’re 6’9, there’s definitely a height difference between the two of you that makes sex a real workout. jalen’s personal favorite are positions where he gets to hold you up. against the wall, or your legs wrapped around his waist, or his arms hooked around your legs— he doesn’t really care. jalen loves how he gets to show his strength, and you never fail to squeal when he picks you up so effortlessly. kiss his muscles and he’ll probably fold right then and there. the full control he gets is intoxicating, being able to choose the pace and how exactly hard he thrusts into you. you on the other hand, love how the position makes you feel every part of jalen. the angle of the position allows him to get reallll deep inside too, you gasping at each brush his dick makes with your cervix. the downsides? a man gets tired eventually, and the soreness you feel afterwards is insane. #ripbutworthit

2 𝝑𝝔 ANGEL REESE

tribbing, hands down. she calls it what it is: bumping coochies, affectionately though. it doesn’t matter if you’re on top or she is, missionary style, scissoring— although she gets a kick out of being on top after a good game, because she feels on top of the world…haha, get it? no? okay :( she enjoys every second of it, the way your bodies are molded, soft lips attached while your pussies rub together, the wetness gathering between you both allowing you to roll your hips up and down in sync. she’s a moaner, so if you decide to speed up, gyrating your clit right on hers, she will not be able to keep quiet. overstimulation really gets to angel, so drag it out by bringing your fingers to her clit too, and then she’ll really tear up. point it out and you’ll be the next one whimpering and crying too, trust. angel always gets her lick back.

3 𝝑𝝔 JARED MCCAIN

he’s one of those guys who loves missionary because of the closeness it gives. whenever he pushes inside of you, jared’s eyes snap right to your face, relishing every expression and gasp you make. he’ll hold your jaw, forcing you to make eye contact the whole time, smiling at how much you’re moaning— because of him. whenever it gets too much, he loves being able to be there for you, putting his hand in yours and talking you through it. “you’re doing so good for me baby,” is his go-to.

GOOFY ⟢ are they more serious in the moment? are they more humorous? 𝝑𝝔 TYRESE HALIBURTON

tyrese is a mix of both serious and goofy, especially seen in my “living room flow” fic. he doesn’t go as far to make a joke out of situation— you needy for him is a very serious problem he’d love to fix with his fingers…or dick. still, he can’t help but let out a joke or two, loving the way you react. you either giggle and slap his shoulder, or roll your eyes, scoffing at him. either way, it does something to him. what can he say? he lives to please you. when tyrese is serious though, is whenever you’re close to orgasm (wanting to make sure you feel good) or he is (trying his absolute best not to cum before you do).

INTIMACY ⟢ how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect. 𝝑𝝔 LEWIS HAMILTON

lewis is maybe the most intimate lover you’ve been with your whole life. i’m serious, he’s painfully romantic. he’s the kind of guy that writes a poem about you and how every inch of your skin is perfect— and recites it while he’s thrusting into you, slowly and sensually. he makes you feel every inch, every vein, and every twitch of his cock. whispering his poem against your ear like it’s a prayer. you have no choice but to believe him, because who can say no to his unwavering adoration for you— how he doesn’t stutter over a single line, inked hands holding your warm skin like it's the most precious thing he'll ever get to feel, and immerses himself into every touch you give, thanking you for blessing him with access to your sacred body. he sets the mood too— candles being the only light source of the room, rose petals scattered across the bed, while a light r&b song plays, muffled by the noises escaping your throat.

JERK OFF ⟢ masturbation headcanons 𝝑𝝔 JUDE BELLINGHAM

unfortunately, jude is not the kind of guy who can wait to see you rather than jerk off. if he’s hard, he’s hard. it won’t go away, no matter how many weird images he thinks up in his head. it’s even worse whenever he’s on away games— mind plagued with the thought about how you aren’t here. you can’t kiss him. play with his hair. cuddle against him. feel his boner poke through his shorts while you start— fuck! he can’t even bother with a facetime call, since it’s 3 am where you are already. it’s more of a means to an end, jude reasons, wanting “jude jr” to be gone already. spitting into his palm, he pulls up a video in his hidden album of you riding him, sighing at the sight of your ass bouncing up and down. he really needs to see you again.

KINK ⟢ one or more of their kinks 𝝑𝝔 JJ REDICK

a serious degradation kink. obviously, there would be a safeword and boundaries established (he’s a meanie, but not evil!), but once it’s decided, it’s like a switch flips. suddenly his voice turns all raspy, rough hand pushing you down to his clothed lap as you look up at his stern face. he doesn’t play at all. he’s calling you his slut, muttering about how pathetic you look on him, begging to get off on his thigh? “you’re that desperate, huh?” he chuckles. “keep movin’. i didn’t say stop.” it’s almost a little cruel how he loves to watch you slip up— waiting for the moment he has a good reason to spank your ass red. if the opportunity is there, he’ll take it. don’t worry, he has some numbing cream somewhere in his drawer.

LOCATION ⟢ favorite places to do the do 𝝑𝝔 JUJU WATKINS

juju likes having sex in more private places— i mean, hello, she’s usc’s superstar and a basketball legend in the making! her putting her arm around your waist causes enough commotion, imagine what pictures or videos of you two fucking would do? seriously, juju would never know peace again. so mainly, you’re either doing it at her place, yours, or a secluded place (with a door and lock preferably). anywhere else would have her unfocused and antsy— constantly looking around to see if anyone’s watching or coming by and rushing to get an orgasm out of you. scared or not, she’ll make sure you cum though!

a headcanon related to my ucla wcbb!reader fic— juju definitely ate you out on the floor of ucla’s locker room once (when the arena was cleared out after the game, no one else there but the poor custodian who couldn’t figure out where the random whimpers were coming from?) after you had bet that ucla would win against usc. she simply said “bet.” and played her heart out that night. trust, it felt good to see you, all hot and bothered laying on the ucla logo plastered on the floor, juices soaking the material beneath you. juju being able to ruin you on your turf. you decided to stop making bets with juju after coach had pointed the stain out the next day, yelling— “ladies, if you spill anything on the floor, clean it up!”

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The first date? Showed up late, got your name wrong twice, was only interested in speaking about himself and asked if you could cover the bill. Second date? He brought you flowers you were allergic to and accidentally kneed you in the nose when you bent down to grab a packet of tissues from your purse. The third date? Didn't bother to show up and tried to "start over" with you once he got a hold of you Instagram from a story Amirah tagged you in.

Safe to say, you probably should've said no to this date too.

"I promise, he is nothing like the last guy," Amirah said to you, both her palms flat on your marble kitchen island as she tried to convince you.

"Remember you said that about the last one? No." You continued cleaning the counters, trying to pay her no mind.

"Okay, I'll hold my hands up, I was wrong about that one. And the ones before that," she continued when she caught the pointed look you gave her.

"Mirah, I love you, but I do not want go on another one of you set ups. I'm perfectly content being single?"

"Is this the same person that cried during Rye Lane last week?"

"... I told you to forget about that."

"Mhm. Anyways, his name is Jalen and he's a basketball player───"

"Immediately no."

Amirah huffed at your interruption. "At least give a man a chance before you pull the stereotype card!"

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. Part of you wanted to say yes just to get Amirah to leave you alone, whilst a smaller part of you wanted to say yes because of your curiosity.

"How do you know it won't be the same shitshow that the last three have been?"

"Because Jalen is a man," Amirah wiggled her eyebrows at you. "He ain't like none of these other brothers you mess with."

"'I mess with'─── Girl, you set me up with them!" you threw the tea towel that was previously over your shoulder at her as she caught it with one hand.

"Right, my bad forreal. Please, this is the last one, I promise. If you don't like him then I officially resign as your unofficial matchmaker."

Amirah held her hands together, now leaning on the island with her long goddess braids flowing around her.

You rolled your eyes with a groan. "One date. I swear, this is the last one."

Her screams were immediate as she tackled you in a hug, jumping up and down. "You won't regret this one, trust me."

"I hope so."

─── ༉‧₊˚✧ ───

The date with Jalen was more than you expected it to be. You knew how it was with most NBA players. Huge people with even huger egos that thought they were so entitled... at least that's how it's said to be. But from the moment you sat down across Jalen ─── yes, he was at the restaurant before you ─── you knew it was different.

It was something about the way he carried himself that brought truth to Amirah's words. "Jalen's a man." And he sure was.

He took the time to really get to know you, ask what you did or enjoyed doing, about any personal interests you had, your life growing up, all of it. And you did the same with him. The conversation didn't feel forced at all, in fact it flowed so well that the two of you lost track of time until your waitress had circled back to let you know it was closing time.

He walked you out, waited with you for your ride back home. You found yourself staring at him a little, his sharp features, how he looked so much older than his age, in a good way of course. And he was tall. You were on the taller side yourself but definitely not in the same category as Jalen.

He glanced down at you before you could look away, a sheepish smile forming on your lips. "You had a good time?"

You nodded. "Might be the best date I've been on." You weren't lying, no other date would compare to this one.

He smiled, a dimple appearing on the left side of his face. "That's good. At least I ain't gotta worry bout Mirah mauling me in my sleep."

You laughed, knowing that was exactly something that your best friend would threaten someone with.

"No, you're good. I had a great time, wouldn't mind doing it again."

If you weren't already looking at him, you would've missed the way his face ever so slightly lit up. "Yeah?"

You nodded, reaching into your purse for your phone, unlocking it before you handed it to him. Usually, you weren't the one to give out your number first, but this date with Jalen had you filled with many different feelings.

His much larger hand brushed against yours as he took your phone, saving his number and sending himself a text. Just as he handed it back to you, your ride had pulled up.

"See you soon?"

"Yeah," you smiled softly. "See you soon."

─── ༉‧₊˚✧ ───

'Soon' was about three days later. Jalen texted you about an art exhibition happening in Detroit, remembering a part of your conversation on the date where you mentioned wanting to go to more art galleries and such. Your stomach fluttered at his thoughtfulness, agreeing to meet him for another date.

The gallery had a stunning interior, somewhat of a mix between modern and traditional art. And the exhibition itself was captivating. Jalen thought so too, even if he spent more time looking at you than at the work on display.

He took you for dinner too, a quiet Greek restaurant a couple minutes away from the gallery. The tension between you two increased with each minute, never simmering down. With every accidental touch of his knee against yours, you found yourself giving in to something you weren't sure you should be reaching so early.

When he dropped you home that night, there was a brief pause between you two in his car, before you broke it with a smile, saying something along the lines of getting ready for the night before your shift the next day.

If Jalen had wanted to say something in that moment, he chose not to, saying goodnight and letting you leave.

"Bitch? You didn't kiss him?" Amirah groaned over the facetime call, visibly upset yet so interested in you and Jalen.

"Stop, I already can't get that moment out of my head." You didn't know if you wanted to kiss him yet or not, but now that the moment had passed, you knew you should've.

"It's okay, that just means when it does happen, it'll be all the while worth it."

You hoped she was right.

─── ༉‧₊˚✧ ───

Since the art gallery date, you hadn't seen much of Jalen. What with his season starting and your schedule at work, you couldn't seem to find any free time. Until he came up with a proposal.

"Come to my game next Friday." He said to you over facetime. You checked the date on your phone, Tuesday.

"What?" You wanted to make sure you heard that right. Going to his game after almost a month of knowing him felt a little like rushing things, but if he was comfortable with it then you could learn to be too.

"This Friday. We play Atlanta and I want you there," he explained casually as he seemingly threw a ball in his backyard for his dogs to fetch. "Unless you don't want to?"

"No, I do," you answered that surprisingly fast. "It's just... are you sure?"

He nodded. "I'll get you suite seats instead if that's better for you. You can bring Mirah's loud ass too."

You laughed, thankful that he thought about your probable discomfort with being shoved into any sort of spotlight at that stage.

"Okay, I'll be there." you lay on your side, your hand slightly hiding the huge smile on your face, but Jalen could see the way your cheeks raised.

"Good. And bring a bag too, you're spending the night with me. I've missed you."

You could've burst with the way his words tickled your stomach, unable to hide the smile that he now mirrored over the call. "I might've missed you too."

"Might? Okay Miss Double Texting Within The Same Hour."

"Shut up."

─── ༉‧₊˚✧ ───

The crowd at Little Caesar's Arena was alive like it always was. You sat with Amirah in the suite Jalen told you he'd get you both, overlooking the court from a decent view. At Pistons games, you usually sat wherever you could get tickets, but it was nice to be treated on this occasion.

You could see him warming up on the court, focused on nothing but the ball leaving his hands and the words of the coach beside him. You texted him before, wishing him good luck and that you'd see him later. Words couldn't describe the mix of excitement yet slight dread you felt about the upcoming events of the night.

"You're looking cute," Amirah gushed, poking your exposed arm as she took a candid of you. Smiling, you glanced at the outfit you spent hours putting together.

It was simple, yet a statement, something every Pistons fan could relate to. A blue and red gingham patterned short sleeved top, a pair of wide leg jeans that were definitely from Amirah's closet despite the amount of times you denied when she asked you, and a pair of shiny dark red Prada kitten heels on your feet.

"Thank you, gorgeous," you winked at her.

From then til half time, you both spent the majority of the time switching conversing about your lives and the game. Jalen was doing amazing so far, 16 points and 8 rebounds as Detroit led Atlanta 64-42 at the half.

"You're in for a good night," Amirah smirked, taking a sip from her drink.

Your cheeks warmed, images of Jalen flashing in your mind, seemingly trying to create a picture of whatever you could expect to follow the events of the night.

"Ain't you happy you didn't say no to my amazing matchmaking skills?"

"Top 10 lies ever," you rolled your eyes. "But you did do your big one with this one."

"Damn right," Amirah tapped her thumb and pointer fingers together.

The second half was over a lot quicker than the first half was, the Pistons winning 142-119, Jalen ending the night with a beautiful 27-14 double double. He texted you before the game started, letting you know to wait for him outside the players lounge.

Amirah walked with you there, deciding to wait with you for Jalen before leaving with her boyfriend who had come to get her. You spoke in hushed voices, smiling politely every time someone passed.

Soon enough, Jalen had come out of the media room and up the stairs to the players' lounge, dressed in his arrival clothes after a much needed shower. You didn't even hide the fact that you were looking him over, as he did the same with you whilst he walked towards you.

He wore a beige bomber jacket with matching coloured cargos and a white tee underneath, paired with his 'Black Cat' Jordan 4's. And it fit him perfectly.

"'Sup, Mirah?" he gave her a side hug as she greeted him back before turning to you, a small on his face.

When he leant in, it took you by surprise, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your cheek as your arms held around his waist for a brief moment. Jalen returned your hug, missing the way you slightly lifted one arm to mush Amirah's grinning face away from the two of you.

"Okay, I'ma leave y'all to it, my man's waiting for me downstairs." She blew the two of you a kiss when you pulled away, a chorus of bye's leaving you and Jalen's lips.

Smooth as ever, he took a hold of your hand, leading you to the player and staff car park. "You had a good time?" he echoed his words from the very first date you two shared.

"I did. You played well," you nudged him with your hip and he chuckled. "Were you showing off?"

"Course I had to, I had someone special watching me tonight," he looked at you at the same time you looked at him, the smile on your face refusing to leave.

The drive back to his was a calming one, Erykah Badu playing softly in the back as he talked to you about the game after you asked him a couple of questions.

Arriving at Jalen's house in Grosse Pointe, you admired the details of the home, so thought out and intricate even though all you saw so far was the exterior.

"I think my dogs are still awake," he mumbled as he pushed his keys in. "Gotta warn you, they can be a bit... hyper."

"That's okay," you laughed at the way he went about it, and almost immediately after he pushed the door handle down, you heard the sound of claws against the wooden floor. A black labrador appeared first, jumping on Jalen before turning to you, its nose twitching as he sniffed all around you.

"Let her get in first, damn." Jalen nudged him back a little bit, allowing you to walk into the large home. You couldn't even take it in properly, too engaged in greeting Jalen's excited lab, as well as the cane corso that had made its way to you both.

With your bags in his hand, Jalen led you to the main sitting room, the dogs hot on your tail with every step you took. "They don't even like me that much," he shook his head when he noticed both dogs laying on their sides as you rubbed their bellies.

After getting settled in, Jalen gave you a quick version of a house tour before he let you get changed into more comfortable clothes. You opted to get straight into your pyjamas, not seeing yourself being bothered to get changed yet again when it was time to go to bed.

There you sat with him, grey boyfriend pyjama set on as Everybody Hates Chris played on the TV in front of you both. Jalen sat close to you, to the point where your arm would be right up against his, had it not been for his arm being over the back of the sofa.

He'd gotten changed too, into grey sweatpants and a white tank top, the top of his chest tattoo peaking out on either side of his shoulders.

You weren't even watching the show at this point, your eyes fully and without shame on the man beside you. He caught your gaze after a while, the faintest smirk on his lips.

"You okay?"

You hummed, not a yes but also not a no. Your eyes flickered between his own and his lips, wondering just how much longer you could hold on for. He saw you deep in thought, but didn't press after it.

"Are you sure? Show's over there."

"I think we both know I'm not paying any attention to that."

"Really? Cause Chris 'bout to get blitzed in a minute, that's always fun."

"Jalen."

His laugh stopped then, his eyes back on you, really on you. "Yeah?"

You opened your mouth to say something, only nothing came out because you didn't know how exactly to tell him what you wanted without it coming off weird.

Like he could sense what you wanted to say, Jalen approached you in a different manner, trying to coax it out of you. He brought the arm that was resting on the back of the sofa closer to you, your body leaning against his side.

"Whatchu want? I'm right here," he spoke lowly and your thighs pressed together, a movement that he sure as hell didn't miss.

"You." It came out as nothing more than a whisper, but he heard it. And you knew he did because of the little glimmer in his eyes, the way his face lit up.

"Yeah?" he repeated.

You nodded. "Where about you want me?"

He wasn't going to give in unless you told him exactly what it was you wanted. Or unless you showed him. And that's what you did.

Ever so slightly you lifted yourself up until your lips met his. Holding his face in your hands, you kissed him, a shameless moan leaving you after weeks of dreaming this exact moment. Jalen's hand rested on your back as he kissed you back after the initial surprise of you making the first move.

He sat forward, lips still on yours as he pulled you into his lap, his arms wrapped around your waist. When his tongue slipped into your mouth, you arched forward into his toned chest, one hand falling from his face as you struggled to keep up with him, eventually letting him lead the kiss. After that? You got greedy, you wanted more than just a taste.

Jalen's hands wandered over your body, palming your ass as he kissed you, his lashes fluttering against your nose as you moaned into his mouth.

You pulled away first, eyes still closed as Jalen left wet kisses down your jaw and neck. When he brought his face back up level to yours, he couldn't help but smile. Your pupils were wide, chest heaving a little against his, silently begging for more.

"You been holdin' out on me," his voice was low as he spoke.

"Well," you smiled. "We got there in the end."

On the other end, Devin chuckled softly, deeply, quietly. You could tell he was tired, his adrenaline finally receding after a game in Atlanta. “Baby girl,” he murmured, “you could sound like one of those anti-smoking commercials, and you’d still be the prettiest thing I ever heard.”

You rolled your eyes, though you knew he couldn’t see it, and curled deeper into the nest of blankets on your oversized sectional. Outside, Phoenix’s skyline glittered through the windows, the purple, deep blue, and orange watercolors indifferent to your plight. “I’m just annoyed by the fact that I couldn’t go,” you grumbled, voice thick with congestion. “I was looking forward to that restaurant. I got a bunch of videos on my For You Page about it, and I was going to post, like, a bunch of pics on IG.”

Devin’s laugh was muffled, like he’d pressed his face into a pillow. “Baby, you act like that place might disappear tomorrow,” he said, voice warm with that slow, unhurried drawl of his. You could picture him sprawled across some hotel bed, plain white tank over a pair of sweats, one pillow clutched under his arm, phone balanced in his hand. “Ain’t no rush. We’ll go when you’re better. Hell, I’ll make it up to you when I get home… take you twice.”

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “Yeah, but I wanted to go now,” you whined, then immediately regretted it when your throat protested. You coughed, wincing, and reached blindly for the tea on the side table that was lukewarm now, but still sweet on your tongue. “Ugh. This sucks.”

“You always want shit now,” he teased. “Like when you saw them heels last month and texted me ‘baby I need these’ at 3 AM.”

You huffed, pouting dramatically even though he couldn’t see it. “First of all, I did need those,” you croaked, then sniffled. “Second, their menu changes seasonally, Dev. What if they take the truffle gnocchi off before I get to try it?”

“Then I’ll buy a damn truffle and learn to make gnocchi,” he said, so casually you could almost see the shrug from the sound of his voice alone. “You think I won’t?”

“Do you know what gnocchi is?” you rasped, pressing your fingertips to your temple.

Devin made an offended noise. “Do you want the shit or not?”

“Baby, I love you, but the last thing I need is you burning the fuck out some mushrooms in my very expensive kitchen,” you muttered, letting your head fall back against the couch cushions. The ceiling fan spun lazily above you, casting uneven shadows across the room.

Devin exhaled, long and slow, and you could picture him running a hand over the lower half of his face. “Fine, alright,” he said finally. “Then I’ll just slip the chefs a couple hundred to make it special for you.”

You smiled despite yourself, tucking your cold feet further beneath the throw blanket. “Never beating the allegations.”

Devin’s chuckle was lazy. “Allegations?”

“Don’t worry about it. You bribe the chefs, I’ll stand behind my man,” you rasped, grinning when Devin laughed softly.

Silence settled over the two of you for a few moments. Then you heard him taking a slow breath before finally speaking up. “Wish you were here,” he added softly.

You knew he hated road games, hated waking up in strange beds without you snoring in his ear, hated missing the way you pushed him away in your sleep when you got too warm. You missed the weight of his arm slung over your waist, his nose pressed into the curve of your neck, following when you rolled over in the middle of the night, and the half-asleep mumble of, “Baby… back, come back,” when you drifted too far to your side of the bed.

You smiled into your mug filled with tea, pressing your lips together to clear your throat and keep yourself from coughing again. “Yeah, well,” you murmured, “you’d just complain I’m getting germs all over your side of the bed.”

“Nah. I’d let you sweat all over me. Wrap you up till you couldn’t move.”

You let out a weak laugh. “You say that now,” you cleared your throat, “but you’d be peeling me off you by midnight.”

Devin hummed. “You ever seen me let go of something I want? Exactly. So stop actin’ like I wouldn’t deal with your sniffly ass in bed. Love you sick, love you healthy, love you when you’re stealing the covers.”

You sneezed through your nose, the sound wet and unflattering. You wished he were next to you now, making fun of your scratchy voice and your tiny sips of cold tea. “You’re lucky I’m too weak to argue with you,” you muttered with an air of fondness.

“Nah, you just love me too much to argue forreal. You know I mean that shit,” he countered, voice low and warm, and you rolled your eyes again, even as your lips curled into a smile.

You shifted on the couch, wincing as your sore muscles ached with the movement. You could hear Devin breathing softly on the other end of the line. “Tired?”

“Dead tired,” Devin admitted, his words slurring slightly with exhaustion. “Shit’s finally hitting me. I should be home with my baby instead of staring at this ceiling.” The mattress creaked faintly as he shifted, and you imagined him stretching his long legs out, settling deeper into the mattress. “You picked up some NyQuil?”

You wrinkled your nose at the thought. “Baby, you know I don’t do that stuff.” You took a sip from your tea again, letting the sweetness coat your throat before you continued. “I got tea, soup, and I’ll sweat the rest of this fever out tonight.”

Devin hummed, finally giving in to the pull of sleep, his voice dropping to a mere whisper. “Mmm. You better.” There was a rustle then a yawn before he added, barely audible, “Call me if you need me, beautiful.”

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The Toyota Center was still buzzing with energy as Victor walked out of the locker room, freshly showered, curls damp, wearing a black hoodie and sweats. The Spurs had just beaten a strong Western Conference rival, and he’d been unstoppable — 38 points, 14 rebounds, 6 blocks. The crowd had chanted his name all night.

But the only thing on his mind right now was you.

You were waiting for him in the private players’ hallway like you always did after home games. The second he saw you, his eyes darkened. That calm, quiet demeanor he showed the public disappeared. He didn’t say a word. He just grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the exit, long legs eating up the distance.

The drive to his apartment was silent, but the air was thick. His large hand stayed on your thigh the entire time, squeezing every few minutes like he was barely holding himself back.

The moment the front door closed behind you, Victor changed.

He pushed you up against the wall, towering over you at 7’4”, and kissed you hard — deep, hungry, almost aggressive. His big hands grabbed your ass, lifting you effortlessly so your legs wrapped around his waist.

“You have no idea how bad I needed this,” he growled against your mouth, voice low and rough. “Been thinking about fucking you since the third quarter.”

He carried you to the bedroom like you weighed nothing, tossing you onto the bed. In seconds, your dress was ripped over your head and your panties were torn down your legs. Victor stripped quickly, revealing his long, lean, insanely athletic body and his massive cock — already rock hard and curving upward.

He climbed over you, pinning your wrists above your head with one huge hand.

“Been wet for me all game?” he asked, rubbing the thick head of his cock against your soaked pussy.

“Yes,” you moaned.

“Good girl.”

He pushed in with one long, brutal thrust, stretching you open around his huge size. You cried out at the intense fullness. Victor groaned deeply, eyes rolling back for a second.

“Fuck… so tight,” he hissed. “This pussy always takes me so well.”

He didn’t start slow.

He fucked you hard and deep right away — long, powerful strokes that made the bed slam against the wall. His massive frame completely covered yours as he drove into you, hips snapping with raw strength.

“Vic— oh my god,” you moaned loudly, nails digging into his back.

He leaned down, biting your neck hard enough to leave marks. “Louder. Let the neighbors hear how well I fuck you after a win.”

He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, folding you in half as he pounded even deeper. The new angle made you see stars. Every thrust hit so deep you felt it in your stomach.

“You’re creaming all over my dick,” he groaned, looking down between your bodies. “Such a nasty little slut for me after I win.”

He suddenly pulled out, flipped you onto your stomach, and yanked your hips up. He slammed back inside you from behind, one hand fisting your hair, the other slapping your ass hard.

“Throw it back,” he demanded, voice rough. “Show me how bad you want this big dick.”

You pushed back against him desperately as he railed you, the sound of skin slapping skin loud and obscene. He reached around and rubbed your clit fast and rough while fucking you senseless.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered.

“Yeah? Cum on this dick then. Make a mess for me.”

You came hard, screaming into the sheets as your pussy clenched and gushed around him. Victor groaned loudly but didn’t stop. He fucked you through it, chasing his own release.

He pulled your hair, arching your back as he leaned over you.

“Where do you want it?” he growled.

“Inside— please cum inside me.”

Victor buried himself as deep as possible and came with a long, guttural moan, flooding you with thick, hot ropes of cum. He kept grinding into you slowly, pushing every drop deeper while kissing your shoulder.

“Fuck… I love you,” he breathed out.

“Love you more, Vic, congratulations baby.”

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“i have my own shit going on, too, steph!” you shouted, “i still work. i have my own brand and i don’t ever complain or bitch when you’re not able to be there and support me! i’m there for you all the fucking time when i don’t get the same treatment back, so don’t go there with me. deadass.” stephon took his phone and typed something real quick before flipping the screen to show you. immediately, you recognized yourself in the video. “when you see videos of me working, what do you see? i’m straight hooping or doing interviews, but you? i gotta wake up to videos of you shaking ass from the night before. we ain’t the same.” knocking his phone out of his hands, you walked around him in an attempt to leave the room.

“don’t be mad now,” stephon blocked you from taking another step, “how do you think i feel when i gotta see that? there’s randoms commenting crazy shit under your posts 24/7, your dm’s are fuller than a bitch. whether you like it or not, you represent me, and when you’re out doing some dumb ass club promotion instead of being where you should be— it’s disrespectful as fuck!” you flinched when stephon yelled close to your face, his demeanor immediately changing once he saw the smallest flicker of fear pass over your eyes. it stayed silent between you two, both of you exchanging a look before you swallowed thickly. “i better leave.” you whispered, shielding your face from him when the tears began to fall.

stephon cursed under his breath before pulling you against his chest. “that was wrong,” he apologized, “that’s on me.” you pushed him away slightly but didn’t budge. “let me leave, stephon.” you backed up, only to be guided onto the bed. “nah, please, just hear me out—” you cut him off, shaking your head. “no, you need to hear me out.” you straightened up, not sparing him a glance before speaking. “you knew exactly who i was when you met me. you knew the general public’s opinion about me, you knew that i get swarmed on my socials, okay? you knew, period. i understand that i represent you, especially now because you’re making a name for yourself, but it’s not my responsibility to stop everything i have going on for your sake. i would never expect you to drop your career or passions for me, so why are you holding me up to a standard you wouldn’t meet me at?”

stephon stayed quiet. “the showing out at the club thing? i get it. i wouldn’t want to wake up to videos of you throwing bills at bitches, or showing out either, so for that i’m sorry, but to say i haven’t been there for you when i’ve barely missed any of your games is crazy work. you know i’ve been there through the wins and the losses, you literally can’t throw shit in my face.” stephon knew he had a huge chance in being turned down, but it didn’t stop him from lowering his head to your own, his lips finding yours in a kiss. although hesitant, you let your shoulders fall in defeat before kissing him back, his weight shifting as he hovered above you. “i hate going to sleep when we’re not on good terms,” you shuddered upon feeling his hands roam your body, “let me make it up to you.”

you didn’t picture your argument with stephon ending with his head between your thighs, but here you were, your fingers tangling in his hair as he lapped at your wet folds. you cried out when he smacked you hard across your flesh, his tongue working wonders on your sensitive clit. “ah— fuck!” you screamed, your voice shaking ever so slightly, “f-feels so good, steph!” stephon watched as you came apart, your body writhing underneath him. he was in love with the way you zoned out, your eyes watering from the immense pleasure that emulated from your core.

“keep these legs open, baby,” he pinned you down to keep you from squirming away, “let me show you how sorry i am.” stephon tugged your hair lightly, forcing you to watch as he tapped the underside of his length against your clit, a broken moan sounding from your lips. tip prodding at your entrance, your back arched up from the sheets as he slowly slipped into you. “shit—” stephon grunted, his arms caging you in as he set a steady rhythm. kissing you feverishly while rocking in and out of you made you forget about any prior argument to begin with, the feeling of his hips snapping against your own making any and all coherent thoughts melt away into nothing.

you clung onto him like your life depended on it, your nails raking down his skin as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. “give it to me, girl, ‘wanna feel this pussy squeeze around me.” his words alone made you moan, a wave of goosebumps spreading across your skin as you felt your limbs grow taut, your eyes screwing shut before your orgasm washed over you. “i’m cumming, steph!” you gasped, his frame covering your own as he held you tight against his chest. feeling him twitch, he let out a series of curses as he pulled out, his cum coating your stomach in thick ropes. you watched him fight to catch his breath, both of you panting sporadically as stephon moved his hair out of his face.

“i don’t want to waste time arguing when we could be doing this instead,” stephon’s voice came out hoarse, his body collapsing at your side, “can we agree on that?” he looked over at you, meeting your eyes. “yes, but just so we’re clear; you started it this time.”