{Hold} BestFriends (MxM// Read Desc.)

"It hurts"

- Irving -

LeBron, Steph, Kyrie, Kevin

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We ended up in the bedroom after Steph yelled at us about 'I don't wanna see none of that 100 bullshit.'

It was a harsh night. LeBron was rough, he pushed me against walls, slammed me against the floors, bit me, grabbed my arm and face.

I was also trying to blow off my anger so I bit down on his neck and chest, making sure to leave some bruises.

And like usual, he fucked me till my knees collapsed. We actually had a couple of rounds until we grew exhausted and fell asleep.

The next morning I wake up still exhausted and curled up in LeBron arms, naked. I slide out of his grip and crawl off of the bed. I hear the sheets rustle as I stand up.

I walked out of the room with a busted lip and bruises around my torso. Angry sex, if there was a term for it, I guess that's what it would be.

I stumbled into the washroom and leaned over the sink, staring at a bruise on my cheek. God my ass hurts, he didn't even stretch me out too long cause he was so mad.

LeBron entered the washroom and stood behind me, checking the bruises and bites I left on his neck.

My head feels fuzzy, and I remember how LeBron was grabbing at it and throwing me around last night like a rag doll. I fought back too, of course, I was mad too, but LeBron was always the one to overpower me.

I rinse some blood off of my lip, feeling tired and LeBron slips some shorts on. 

He walks downstairs to get ice and I stand in front of the mirror, feeling miserable. I put on some shorts on and decide to go downstairs as well, to get something to eat.

I bump into LeBron by the stairs, he has a pack of ice in his hands and blinks down at me. "Oh, I was gonna give this to you," he says, holding out the pack.

"Me?" I ask, mildly shocked. "Well, I was a bit rough last night so..."