NBA Imagines

Kevin Durant

~Y/n~

"Kevin it's not that serious," I stressed to my husband of three years as we argued yet again about, Russel Westbrook, a close friend of mine.

"Oh really. That's much reassurance considering the nigga calling u at 2 in the morning," he exclaimed throwing my phone towards our dresser successfully cracking.

"Really Kevin," I screamed storming towards my phone examing the damages.
"You will be buying me a new one," I told him sternly.

"I ain't going to buy you shit, if all you're going to do is continue texting his ass," he snapped walking away.

"Yes the hell you will," I said following behind, "and I don't even know why you're so jealous when I'm married to you."

"Maybe if you stop giving me reason to be jealous  I won't have to be," he said walking into his game room and turning on the game system.

"Are you really finna play the game right now when I'm trying to have a conversation with you." I said standing beside him watching him start 2k up.

"This 'conversation' we're having been over," he said using air quotion.

Not feeling like arguing with him anymore I responded with fine.

After leaving out the room, I got on my broken phone checking my social media before getting a call.

I got two bitches twerking screaming that's m-

"Hello," I said into the phone.

"Hey best friend," Russel screamed into the phone.

Moving the phone back a lil I said, "Do you seriously have to yell I mean like I can hear you perfectly fine," I joked with him.

Chuckling he says, "Yeah whatever but what's been going on with you best friend."

Sighing I replied, "What do you think."

"Do you need me to talk to him, he said chuckling.

"That's not funny Russel." I said shaking my head at him.

"I'm kidding im kidding," he said laughing, "But seriously do you need me to talk to him," he said getting serious.

"No he just needs to trust me more," I said playing with my fingers.

Hearing a knock I looked up to see Kevin at door.

"Hold on Russel," I said before turning toward Durant holding my hands over the speaker. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah I was trying to talk to my wife but it seems as if she busy talking to her lil boy toy," he spat out before walking in the bathroom.

Pulling the phone to my face I quickly state, "Russel I'll call later." And I hung up before he could say anything else.

Going into the bathroom after him, to see him removing his clothes, " Why did you have to go there?" I said trying not to stare at his toned body for too long.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he grumbled out taking his boxer off and getting in the tub.

"Can I get in with you?" I asked as I started to take off my clothes. Hesimply shrugged his shoulders playing with the bubbles he made.

Sliding in, in front of him. We just sat looking around not saying a word. Soon our eyes connected and it lead to me and him having a staring contest.

"Damn!" he said as he finally broke eye contact. He rubbed his eyes seemingly to forget he had soap on his hands.

Laughing as he started reaching around for a towel.

"Oh shit, oh shit, it burns!" He yells fanning his eye causing me to laugh even harder.

Handing him a dry towel he was finally able to remove the soap from his eyes.

Once it was all gone and my laughing ceased as we sat silently in the tub, both of us seem to be deep in thoughts.

"I'm sorry y/n," he said finally speaking up, "I'm sorry for being jealous and accusing you of cheating. It's just seeing you be so happy when he's around made me think you wanted him more then me." He said looking down playing with his fingers.

Moving closer in front of him, I used my index finger to pick his head up. "If I wanted him I wouldn't have married you." I said before kissing his soft luscious lips.

"I promise not to get jealous anymore," he said giving me a cheeky smile.

Giving him a heartly laugh before kissing his cheek, "I love you too baby."

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Dedicated to @mrswade3