The Fooo Conspiracy Imagines

Omar Imagine for Lara

"Nah, I'll kick your ass, Rudberg." I tell Omar as we walk down to the basketball court. Omar is my boyfriend of almost a year now.

"Keep dreaming." He retorts, laughing. As we approach the court, I slip away from his side and around his back, snatching that ball out from under his arm.

"First one to ten points wins." I say before running with it down to the court. I hear as he runs after me, gaining ground quickly, I speed up. My feet hit the asphalt and I begin to dribble the ball down to one of the nets, claiming the other as my own. Omar somehow manages to sneak around me getting on the way of my clear shot to his basket and stealing the ball sprinting and dribbling with it down the court and towards my basket.

I try my very best to catch up to him but I am so caught off guard by his sudden presence that it is too late for me to stop him. Still, I run down the court after him, hoping that there is still some chance that I can get there before he shoots the ball into the basket. As I though, I am wrong. Omar shoots that ball towards the hoops, sinking it on first shot.

"Ha!" he teases, running a circle around me in his first victory.

"Lucky shot." I retort, Grabbing the ball and beginning to dribble it again.

Time goes on and Omar and I find ourselves at a tie, meaning the next shot wins. I'm at advantage, Omar is half way across the court from me running towards me, and I have my rams positioned to shoot, just as I'm ready to shoot, I feel a warm sweaty pair or of arms wrap around me. I try and keep my focus as Omar plants suggestive kisses up my neck. He trails his lips up to my ear.

"Don't fuck up." He whispers, sending shivers down my spine. I feel my knee's grow weak, as if they are melting beneath me. I keep my eyes planted on the basket, hoping I have enough power in my arms only to make it. I shoot, knowing that the shot was mad far too short. Neither of us go to get the ball.

"You know that's not fair." I say, turning to him. He smiles his bright smile.

"Let's just call it a tie." He says, winking before he presses his lips gently onto mine.