oneshots + imagines 𝜗𝜚˚

unintentional ⤷ lamelo ball *

main character: female: iara lowele

celebrity: lamelo ball

tiny bit of fluff + smut

tw: smut, lewd language, creampie, riding, public sex/voyeurism kinda (?)

a/n: guys just pretend they're seniors and they're all 18 🥰 also stop playing lamelo is deadass so fine omg. i was scrolling thru pinterest tryna find a pic for this and omg yall his smile... wait... where did my panties go....

side note yall i havent written in 4ever omg ik yall missed me !! but cuz its been so long i had cohen edit n correct this whole thing for me 🌚

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'Fuck all of you,' I groan, dropping my blanket-filled arms to my side. 'I leave for five minutes and y'all take advantage.'

I'm hosting a cozy fall sleepover with my friend group at my house. They sent me to get extra blankets since 'I know where they are and no one else does '. The second I step foot out the door, they rearrange themselves and take every open space.

'Make some room. Move over, girl," Amelie laughs as I try to roll her to the side. 'Hell no,' she giggles, her voice lowering as she whispers, 'Go sit next to your boyfriend, ma'am.'

I flush. She's referring to Lamelo, a friend of ours- who happens to be on the couch with us.

He's sort of new to the group, and I don't talk to him a lot. I'd always thought he was cute in a funny, loud, spontaneous kinda way. He plays basketball, and I heard he's supposed to be pretty good. Elijah's his teammate, also here but cuddled up with Ayanna. Both are a part of our group, and they're the clowns- they never stop talking and laugh loud as hell at everything.

Lamelo's attractive, and he's always been nice to me, but I hardly know him. He's more friends with Semaj and Charlie.

Actually, I was debating even inviting him over, but I figured since everyone else is coming, it's only fair.

I look at him, hoping he doesn't see the rosy glow on my cheeks. 'Sorry.'

He grins. He's stretched out on the small sofa in the back. There's room for one more, but it would be a little tight. 'Nah, ion mind. C'mere.' He shifts and throws the extra cushion next to him onto Semaj and Evelyn.

Semaj and Elijah exchange cheeky looks.

Amelie is looking at me with an evil smirk on her face as she presses play.

We both pretend not to see anything as I nervously settle in next to him. I'm suddenly aware of how close we are- touching. My thigh is pressed against his. From the corner of my eye, I see him glance at me.

'You good? You need more room?' He asks me quietly.

'I'm straight. For now,' I laugh. 'Thanks.'

The movie continues. My heart rate jumps at every little thing- a loud breath, him shifting, anything. As time passes, I start to get sore. My position begins to feel uncomfortable- but I don't want to make him move. I try to unnoticeably shift, but he catches it.

'Here,' He says quietly, grinning. 'I'm boutta fall off the edge of the sofa, but if you're cool with it, you can put your legs on mine. If you want.'

'Hm- you sure?' My stomach flips at the thought of skinship with him.

'Very sure. Aye, you could sit on my lap, for all I care.' My eyes widen, and his do, too. "Wait. Nah. Fuck, that came out wrong. I meant if necessary- like I wouldn't care-'