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dodging his kisses | lamelo ball

main character: female: ketorah hunts

celebrity: lamelo ball

angst + fluff

a/n: melo so finee 😫

I was scrolling on TikTok when I saw a prank video. It made me laugh and think of Melo. Been getting on my nerves lately- leaving all his shit on the floor and not closing the fridge when he done with it.

The video was basically the girlfriend trying to avoid her boyfriend's kisses for a day but gave in when he started sulking and acting like a baby. I know Melo and I know he get hella childish when he don't get his kisses. Wait- shit- he's also a crier.

His fans think he tough cause he fronts hard in front of his friends, but he's a sensitive little baby who cries at damn near everything that's slightly emotional. My plan isn't to make him cry, it's to let him know what it's gon feel like without my kisses. And, I wanna see his reaction.

He can be a little clingy, especially after morning practices and during the weekends, I thought.

Today was Saturday, and he would arrive back home from an early practice in about an hour. Now is the perfect time to do this, if I have the balls.

I'm so evil.

In the next hour, I wait for him and keep myself entertained by doing random chores around the house. I sweep a dirty area in the kitchen, swab down the dining table, make our bed, give the flowers some fresh water, and vacuum the living room rug. Glancing at my phone every 2 minutes, I nervously wait for the door to open.

Exactly 5 minutes later, I hear the door bang open and see my sweaty ass, tired-looking boyfriend stumble in, holding bags and shoes.

'Whatup baby,' he flashes me a beautiful smile. 'Ima go put my shit upstairs, you eaten yet?' I nodded vaguely at him, thinking of the prank I'm about to pull. 'Not yet.' He looks confused for a minute at my dry response, but nods and walks up the stairs to his room, most likely about to shower.

Good, I wasn't gon kiss him anyway if he ain't shower.

Excitedly, I fix my hair and examine my reflection.

The plan starts as soon as we eat breakfast.

time skip

'Mane, I'm so fuckin' tired,' he groans and throws himself into a chair at the table. I hum in response, my back turned to him as I prepare his breakfast plate.

Pesto scrambled eggs with mozzarella, toasted brioche with raspberry spread, and bacon: crispy, the way he likes it.

I set it down in front of him and pour a hella tall cup of orange juice.

Only the best for my baby.

His eyes widen at the plate and he looks up at me. 'Preciate it, gorgeous,' he pulls me down for a kiss, but I swipe away and act like I'm reaching to adjust his silverware. He frowns and tries to kiss me again, but I pull away and stand up, acting like now that I fixed his spoon my work here is done.

'No,' he says, pulling me back by my waist. 'Gimme a kiss.'

I laugh it off. 'I have plumping gloss on right now, baby. The one you hate.'

I know that he hates when I wear plumping gloss- it sticks to his lips and the burning feeling makes him irritated.

He frowns. 'Wipe it off,' he says childishly. 'I'm tryna kiss you. I ain't even been around you the whole morning.'

'Later,' I set down my own plate.

We talk throughout breakfast, as he recapped me of his practice. I remember to be a little dry, so he thinks something is wrong. I think he noticed. He tried to keep the conversation up, furrowing his eyebrows when I respond with 'mhm' and 'yeah'.