Blake Griffin Imagines (Requests CLOSED)

One on One (For jalalake4)

One on One

"Come over. I'm bored." Blake said through the phone.

He had called me about an hour ago and we just talked about everything. He's always been the type of person who actually wanted to listen to me, and I always did the same for him. I guess you could say we were best friends. Hell, I'm more than sure we are. We've known each other since high school when he was the new kid that was homeschooled, and now after college he's in the NBA and we're still best friends. We always kept in touch through college and recently I moved out to L.A. for my new job. It's been nice spending time with him most of the time, especially since it's off-season for him now.

"Okay, okay. I'll come over." I give in.

"Great." I can hear the smirk in his voice, "and bring your workout clothes."

"Blake, why?"

"Just trust me. Bye Jala." He hung up the phone.

I sighed and got up from my couch and went to go change. After picking out some Nike shorts, a Nike workout shirt, and my Jordans, I looked in the mirror and tied my long brown curly hair into a ponytail. I decided I looked pretty good and made my way to Blake's house. Once I parked in the driveway to the familiar house, I walked to the front door and knocked. Usually he opened it quickly, but there was no answer. Maybe he was in the backyard. I walked through the grass in the front lawn and opened the wooden gate by the side, being greeted by Chaney immediately.

"Hey boy." I say, crouching down to pet him. He jumps on me and I continue to pet him until something flies over my head. I look up and behind me to see a basketball right behind me. Blake was standing down the pathway in front of me.

"Thanks for almost taking my head off, asshole." I laugh, Chaney jumping off of me.

"Not my fault you're paying more attention to my dog than me." He said walking toward me. "I thought I was more important." Then he gave me in a big bear hug."

"EW, you're gross. Get off. You're sweaty." I say, backing away from him. His tight Jordan tank top was darker in some areas from the sweat. To be honest, that shirt made him look even hotter than he already is. That's not something you can tell your best friend though.

"C'mon." He, says while grabbing the ball and jogging to his home court. "Let's see if you still have your skills. One on one."

"You don't just lose your skills. Just remember," I say, taking the ball from him. "I can take you." I say, before dribbling past him and making the perfect layup. Luckily, I was blessed with having a tall 5'9 figure. I've naturally been athletic since birth and basketball is my favorite thing to do. I used to play all of the time, but I decided not to play in college.

"I gave you that one!" he yelled from behind me.

"Nope." I say dribbling back to restart. I make a move and turn outward, causing Blake to be on my backside. His arms were up high to block any attempt to shoot. The smartest thing to do was to pressure him back so I could have more space. I began to dribble while stepping backwards, getting closer to him. "Don't block me." I say, as he just stays in the same place. Our bodies were so close that if this were a real game, a foul would be called. It was getting kind of awkward "C'mon Blake!" I step out and shoot. It bounces off of the rim and he gets a hold of it. I wipe the sweat coming on my forehead and watch as he starts dribbling toward me. Why the hell is he so quick?

He smiled and kept dribbling behind his back and in between his legs. He's so cocky.

"Stop wasting my time. Go." I laugh. He speeds up and then dunks right above me. He walks backwards and puts his arms out, acting like he's so amazing. I throw the ball hard at his chest, but he reacted quick enough to catch it in one hand. I roll my eyes. "Come at me." I challenge.

"You really want me to?" He asks with a huge smirk on his face. Man, this guy was cocky.

"Did I stutter?" I ask, with an even bigger smirk on my face.

Before I knew it, he was past me and hanging from the rim. Once again, he dunked. I just looked up at him and shook my head. "All you can do is dunk." I mumbled.

"What was that?" He asks as if he didn't hear.

"You heard me." I say, taking the ball and using all the skill I can. I even faked him a few times, watching him move from side to side. I got close to him, preparing to cut around him and then shoot, but his hand wrapped around my waist. "FOUL." I yell.

"Fine." He says.

"You just can't keep your hands off me, huh?" I joke, walking to the free throw line.

"Your legs do look great in that outfit, Jala." He says, passing me the ball.

"Oh yeah?" I ask, dribbling on the line. Making sure to use the best form I had, the ball swished right through the net.

"Take another." He says.

I do the same as before and start to dance as a celebration. "How does it feel to know that I'm better at free throws than you, Blake?" I tease.

He shakes his head and comes closer to me. "Mm, we both know that's not necessarily true." He says.

"Hmmm. I think we do." I look up into his dark brown eyes. "We both know that's true."

"Maybe. Just maybe."

"Oh, wow. I just got Blake Griffin to admit I'm right?!" I said sarcastically, trying to imitate some TV hosts' voice. "What's next? A compliment?" I laugh at my own joke.

"Ehhh, a compliment is a little much." He says, "this might be alright though." He whispers while picking me up.

"What the f-" I try to spit out, but his lips were on mine. Wow, this was weird. I never though that this would actually happen. I've always been attracted to him, but I never thought he saw me in the same way. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist while my lips were still on his. His hands roamed all around my hips and then stopped right on my ass, which he decided to squeeze.

"Damn, Jala." He says after pulling away.

I laugh. "What?" I say innocently.

"You're so perfect-" He kisses me, "Everything", kiss, "about", kiss, "you." He moans a little into the kiss and I smile.

"I think I might like you." I laugh and he starts kissing my neck.

"I think I might like you to." At this point we both were out of breath from playing basketball and this intense makeout, so he easily carried me over to the outdoor couches under the shade. Our lips were still on each others and he placed me down first. He was on top of me, feeling me all over. I ran my hands through his hair and tugged at the hem of his shirt, trying to get it off of him. He easily got the memo and threw it over to the side after sliding it off. Then, he pulled off my shirt, leaving me in my sports bra. That continued until we both were almost in no clothing but I stopped it.

"Are you sure?" I clear my throat and place my hands on his chest. His abs were making the whole eye contact thing pretty hard. I snuck a glance a few times and I think he noticed. He was still hovering above me. "I mean, if you are let's go inside. The last thing I want is TMZ to be creeping and get all of this."

"Of course I am, and you're probably right." He nods his head. "Let's go inside." And with that, he picked me right up again and carried me inside. Let's just say we didn't make it all the way up to the bedroom.

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