Explicit Imagines about all three ball
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(Disclaimer: This book is full of grammar and spelling mistakes, because who likes to proofread?? so be mindful)
BEEN A HOT MINUTE BUT HEY BITCH. Y'all act like it's real easy to fork chapters out of your asshole LMAO. I got a life too sis💀
But what bad bitches want, they finna get. With that being said ‼️I am taking requests‼️
Swing em my way and I should try my best to have em up!!
Also: Since it's 2019 and we inclusive, it has come to my attention that some of my readers are male. Would y'all mind boyxboy one shots? If you homophobic, you can see ya self out that door, and I oop-
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The end of the season rolled round and Wayne, My dad, The Lakers coach, was proud about his boys progress they made this season in comparison to last season.
They finished their last game with a bang. Ending with a seasonal dub against the Phoenix Suns.
"B!" He yelled at me from downstairs. It was currently 11pm.
"Yo" I yelled walking out my door and looking over the balcony.
"The teams coming over. So you gotta get ready" he said to me.
"The team?" I asked.
"Yeah, my boys. My management, celebrate the end of the season" he said excitedly.
"Normally teams go to bars dad." I snickered.
"Yeah well, we didn't get a ring this year. So they settling for this"
Don't get me wrong our house was massive. Big enough to host a bomb ass party that's for sure. We had a seperate two story pool house out the back. We usually use it for parties.
"But why do I have to get ready?" I asked.
"Because you socialising tonight, You always in that room of yours" he sighed.
"I don't feel too well. My stomach hurts" I lied.
"It's cause of that damn phone ain't it" dad said.
"YOO THAT DONT GOT ANYTHING TO DO WIT IT" I laughed shaking my head. "I'll be ready when I'm ready" I said and shut my door.
I chucked on this outfit
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Wearing something comfortable, I sat on the side of my bed and stared at the wall for half an hour. You know when you just sit there, ain't even thinking about shit. That's exactly what I was doing.
The music from the pool house was blasting and you could hear all the guys pouring in downstairs. I continued to look at the scratch on my wall until I heard a knock on the door.
"Yo?" I asked. "You can open it" I said and stood up shaking my thoughts away. Walking to the door.
"Wayne said I could find b in here" he said opening the door.
