NBA Smuts

3 AM 🌙 (MPJr)

You: Alex, Alexis, Lex, Lexi

"No, Alexis, you don't get it! It was me. I was supposed to play better. I let the whole team down," says your fiancé, Michael, boyfriend for a couple of years. You try and maintain eye contact as he raises his voice.
"Babe, how is the whole thing on you? Just take it easy on yourself, please," you say as you walk away. You've been arguing all day simply because the Nuggets lost to the Suns in a 0-4 blowout. You tried reasoning with him to be easier on himself and to not take it out on others but things were going south so you decided to leave it alone and walk away.
Michael watches as you walk away. He thinks of saying something but doesn't. You make your way into your bedroom, locking it behind you, and into your bathroom. It was a hot day so you hopped into the shower quickly. A few minutes pass, and you hear the bedroom door shake. Michael begins knocking on it.
"Alex?" he calls out but doesn't get a response. You hear him but don't respond. He continues knocking and calling your name, switching between your nicknames and government name, for a while. He soon gives up as he doesn't get a response.
You hop out of the shower and take your towel, wrapping it around yourself. You calmly walk into your bedroom and begin your search in your drawers for a bra and underwear. You finally find a pair you like and put them on. Then, you walk over to Michael's drawer and pull out a white t-shirt of his. You throw that on and continue with your bedtime time routine. You brush and dry your hair, brush your teeth, finish your skin routine, and put on lotion.
As you make your way back to the bed, you unlock the door on the way. You sleepily hop into your bed and fall asleep in no time.
An hour or so passes, and Mike ventures into the room. He walks in with an angry look on his face but as soon as he registers your body laying on the bed, his look softens. He had to remind himself that he was angry at you so he rolled his eyes at himself and made his way to his side of the bed.
"Stupid," he whispers to himself. He really was calling himself stupid but you heard it loud and clear.
"Who's stupid?" you ask quietly without moving. Michael ignores your question and continues to bed. You listen carefully.
Before you know it, both of you are dead asleep. Snores are heard echoing from his side of the room.
You flinch awake, startled by a loud snore from Michael. Out of instinct, you feel next to you for Mike. As your hand comes into contact with his shirtless back, you remember that you were mad and that he called you stupid (which he didn't but you heard it that way.) You sit up and as you're about to stand up, you feel something uncomfortable under your breast. You immediately realize it's your bra so you quickly take that off and leave it by your pillow.
You finally make your way into the kitchen. You search the pantry and the fridge, not for anything specific but for something to catch your eye. Nothing does so you settle with a bottle of water from the fridge. You take your water and walk around the kitchen island to the sink. You plop yourself on the counter right next to the sink. You focus on the calmness of the apartment you shared with your fiancé in downtown Denver. You look out the window as you take in the beauty of the sleepless city. Suddenly, shuffling and voices were heard coming from the front door. You snap your head in that direction as you realize the noise was right outside your door.
"Alexis," is heard faintly. You hold your breath as knocks follow. You quietly slide off of the counter and walk towards the door. The knocks get louder as you get closer. You tiptoe to try and peer through the peephole. As you do, you recognize the figure. You slowly back up and crack the door open. You're hit with a nauseating whiff of alcohol.
"Alexis," says the person in front of you. It was Brandon, you're childhood best friend. His physical state took you by surprise.
"Brandon, what are you doing here? It's," you look over at the screen on your fridge that displayed the time, "it's 3:00 AM." He nods as he takes a step forward, pushing the door a little.
"Let me in!" he exclaims as you stand your ground.
"Go home," you say in a calm tone but really you were very freaked out. You'd never seen him like this and it scared you.
"Just let me in. I know Mike isn't home," he says aggressively. He was so drunk and all you wondered was how he even got there.
"Go home," you repeat. He begins pushing the door and threatening you. You try and hold it together but you were scared for your life. Your eyes began to water a bit as you realize that you got yourself into something you wouldn't be able to get yourself out of.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Mike is awakened by all the commotion. He sleepily feels around for you as he senses your presence gone. His hands land on your lone bra making him jump up. He quickly makes his way to the noise. He rubs his eyes as he sees you struggling to close the door with a man pushing it open. He registers your struggle and walks up behind you only to meet Brandon. You don't sense him behind you as you struggle to close the door. The door is pulled open from behind you as a familiar arm wraps around your body. Brandon jumps back startled, almost falling. You feel relief as you sink into your fiancé's chest and grip his forearm. Mike feels you shaking against him alerting him of the danger.
"I think you should get gone, bud," he says sternly as he glares at Brandon. Brandon looks up at him towering over you.
"Yeah, yeah, I-I was just l-leaving," he struggles to respond. With that, Mike steps back with you in his arm and slams the door in his face. You shake against him as you try and calm down. Mike becomes concerned and turns you to face him.
"Are you okay, baby?" he asks as both his hands hold your waist. You shake your head as tears fall from your eyes forcing you to break eye contact. His heart begins racing as he imagines the worse.
"What happened?" he questions as he picks you up and walks you over to the kitchen island. He sets you down and stands between your thighs, holding your face between his hands. He wipes tears from your cheeks with his thumbs.
"What happened?" he repeats as he searches for an answer in your eyes.
"He scared me," you whisper as he releases your head and you let it fall into his chest. He sighs as he rubs your back with his left hand and he holds your head against him with his right. You sit in that position for a few minutes as you calm down. You take a deep breath as you wrap your arms around his torso.
"You're okay, mama. I got you," he says, making you feel safe in his arms. You pull away from him, causing eye contact. His sleepy eyes make you feel even safer.
"What?" he asks as he puts his face closer to yours. You rest your hands around his neck.
"Nothing," you say as you close the gab between both of your lips. You kiss him slowly and passionately. Mike allows you to take lead as he slides his hands under the shirt you wore, which was his, and grips your waist. He hums against you as he pulls away. He rests his forehead against yours.
"Wait. Are you sure you're okay?" he asks. You nod and pull him back in to continue the kiss. He gives in and closes his eyes as he becomes aroused. He pulls away and quickly dips his head into your neck, nibbling at your sweet spot.