Blake Griffin Imagines (Requests CLOSED)

Hungry

Hungry

"Listen, I don't know how to put it into words but-" I cut him off. I was sick of his bullshit. All he's been doing for the past couple of weeks is partying with the team and coming home late and I wasn't having it anymore. Having your boyfriend of three and a half years come home drunk every night isn't a pretty sight. Luckily tonight it had already worn off. I could tell he was drinking because of the smell of alcohol in his breath.

"You need to stop this..." I said, sitting next to him on the bed. "It's not okay for you to come home drunk every night."

"It's not that bad." He argued.

"Blake." He turned his head and looked at me. "You're telling me that drinking so much that you can hardly remember how to get home is okay? You think all of this is okay? We wouldn't be arguing about this if you just avoided it all."

"I don't know what you want me to do." He said. "I don't know where I went wrong." He sighed. It was easy to hear the pain in his voice. We both sat there in silence. I just hugged him and kissed him on the cheek once or twice. Soon enough he wrapped his arms around me. "I love you and I'm sorry." His lips pressed against my forehead. After he pulled away he looked down into my eyes, "Let's fix this. Please?"

"Sounds good to me." I smiled. "Why don't we order pizza from that twenty-four hour place down the street? I'm hungry."

He smiles and nods his head. "Sounds good, baby. I'll order it." He stood up and went to his phone, which was sitting on the dresser. After dialing the number he turned and looked at me. He mouthed some words but all I could read was, "What do you want?"

"Just pepperoni," I whisper loudly, "Ooh and those cinnamon stick things" I added.

He nodded and the line picked up. "Hi, yes. I'd like to make an order for a delivery." He rested his hand on the dresser. "One large pepperoni pizza and an order of those cinnamon things you have." He stated. "Yes, that'll be it." He listed our address and said thank you before hanging up. "They said 15 minutes."

"Okay." I said before getting up and going to the closet. I changed out of my clothes from earlier and into just one of Blake's grey practice shirts. It was huge on me. Big enough to be a dress. He smiled once I walked out and bit his lower lip.

"Goodness, babe. You are going to be the death of me." He said.

"Let's go downstairs." I say, walking out the door and down the stairs. He followed me.

"Your ass looks great from here by the way." He yelled from behind me. "You should wear my shirts more often."

I turn and watch him once I reach the bottom of the stairs, "I wear them to bed almost every night, idiot." I joke.

"Not every night. Sometimes you aren't wearing anything so..." He smirked and I rolled my eyes.

"Stop being a perv. It's comfortable." I fold my arms as he reaches the bottom of the stairs. He slapped my butt as he walked by. "Hey!" I yell.

Instead of responding, he goes straight to the couch and lays down. "What should we watch?" He asks, changing the channels with the remote held out high.

I sit on the other side of the couch, moving his legs to the side and off the couch. He looked up and scrunched his face. "What was that for?" he asked.

"I need some room." I said, pushing his legs even farther.

"Now I'm not comfortable." He said, sitting upright. "Come here."

I scoot closer to him and then he pulls me onto his lap. "So what movie do you want to get?" I whisper since our faces are so close. His hands are around my waist and he moves his thumbs across my hips. My breath hitches and he smiles. "Babe..."

"I don't really care..." He moves my hair from my shoulder and kisses my neck softly. "Whatever you want." Then he starts nibbling on my ear, sucking on it softly.

"Baby." I say after moaning a bit.

"Hm?" He mumbles from my neck. I could feel him leave a hickey right below my ear. I tugged on his hair with my fingers a bit so he would lift his head up. Once he did, I looked into his dark eyes and then kissed him roughly. He joined in and eventually he was on top of me; one arm holding him up and the other around my waist and other various places. I started to tug his shirt off and he reciprocated, leaving me in a brallette and panties, and him shirtless. We were deeper into the kissing and then the doorbell rang.

I pulled away. "I-I'll get it." I offered from underneath him.

"No, you're in your bra and a thong. Only I'm allowed to see you like that." He grips my waist tightly.

"Fine. You go get it. You're shirtless." I say. He kisses me once again and then gets up from on top of me. I sit up on the couch and listen to him open the door. I can only see the back of him from here and hear both of their voices.

"Oh my. Y-you're Blake Griffin!" I hear a man's voice say.

Blake's deep voice laughs. "Yes. What's the total?" He asks.

"$20.53." The man says.

Blake shuts the door and gets his wallet. "Here you go." He says. "Keep the change." He adds.

"Can I get a picture?" The man asks.

"Well I'd rather not since I'm hardly wearing any clothes." I laugh maybe way too loud from the couch and then cover my mouth. Blake looks back and shakes his head with a smile. "I can give you an autograph." He gave the delivery guy an autograph and then walked to the couch, holding the boxes.

"Mm. I'm so hungry." I say, reaching for the boxes.

"Me too." He says. "But lets finish what we were doing before."

With that, I pulled my hand back and pushed him over, landing on top of him. He looked up at me and smiled. "You weren't lying when you said you were hungry." He says.

We both laugh and then I kiss him, continuing what we were up to before.

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