NBA Imagines

The Game

Me and my boyfriend André, were back in our hometown of Compton. It was the middle of June, meaning it was time for my annual family reunion.

Since we had been together for about a year now everyone already knew about our relationship, so nothing was new with my family.

But André didn't have the best relationship with his family so they didn't really know me.

However, we planned on staying at his fathers house so I could meet his people.

Right now we were in the car, blasting music as I looked around the city that had changed so much since I'd last been here.

"I can't wait to meet your family!" I yelled over the music. He only nodded his head.

He'd been real quiet since we got on the plane, but I figured he was just tired from working all night.

Putting my hand behind his head, I rubbed his short and rough curls.

"What's wrong baby?" I asked.

He shook his head, "Nothing, it's just my pops can be a lil much aight" he said.

I nodded cause my dad was the same way.

"It's ok Dre. You remember how my dad was when y'all first met" I laughed about the memory of all my uncles and my dad giving André the third degree.

"Yea but my dad is wild" he said staring me in my eyes. I paid him no attention as I zoned out for the rest of the ride.

He grabbed my hand and kissed it as we pulled into the driveway of the house, "Here we are." He said unenthusiastically.

I got out of the car and went to the back seat to grab my purse. When I looked up I saw a guy with a full beard and hella tats come out and dap up André.

This man was so sexy. But the crazy thing, was that they looked so much alike. The only difference I could make out was that Dre didn't have that many tats, and was a bit darker.

When I came around the car, André grabbed me while continuing to converse with the man. I wasn't listening to anything they were saying. I felt horrible for the thoughts that were coming to my head, but I couldn't help it.

All I could do was mentally fuck the god that was before me. He looked down at me licking his thick and juicy lips and I had to look away before I did something I wouldn't be proud of.

"Nice to meet you Y/N, I'm Jayceon, Dre's father" he said pulling me from my ill thoughts.

My jaw dropped to the ground. This man couldn't be anything over 30 and Dre is 23.

I put my hand out for a handshake, "Nice to meet you Mr. Taylor" I said.

He smiled before stepping closer to pull me in for a hug.

His hands lingered on my lower back before slickly sliding over my ass. "Call me Jay baby" he said in my ear. I let out a silent gasp, pulling away.

I might just call you Satan.

He turned to enter the house, "Come in baby girl. Let Dre get the bags." Jay said as he went inside.

I looked at Dre, "That's your dad?" I said not believing anything that just took place.

He nodded his head slowly, "Yeah. He not gon act all cool the whole time" he said.

I nodded my head, if that's what you call cool.

He continued, "Go on ahead inside, I'll get the bags".

I just hope he wouldn't act like this the entire time we were here.