(Smut w/ plot)(Steph/Kyrie POV)
First few chapters are a lil weird but it gets better..
👉ALPHA/OMEGA DYNAMICS
SHIPS:
-KD x Kyrie
-LeBron x Kyrie
-Klay x Steph
-Kelly x Steph
-Andre x Steph
-Steph x Kyrie
-Jimmy x Kyrie
-Russ x KD
-DeMar x Kyle
-St...
It's been a few days since the carnival and Steph has just been sleeping over at random times. I wake up with Steph's leg near my face as he snored. I look at him flipped around and halfway in the sheets; his feet are where his head initially was. How do you even move that much in your sleep?
I get dressed in simple Nike sweats and leave a sticky note on the door saying: 'Went to do grocery, Text me if u want sumn. -Ky' and quietly make my way out, a large hoodie and a cap on, hoping no cameras will spot me. I drive into Walmart and park the car.
I walk in and look at the fruits and vegetables laid out colorfully across the aisle. The store is fairly empty since it's early morning but I hear a familiar deep voice at the next aisle. LeBron. Damn can't I have one grocery trip in peace!? I pick up a few apples and lower my cap, hoping no one will notice me.
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LeBron's deep voice gets closer and closer till he's right beside me, picking out avocados, I quickly glance away. Surprisingly, he doesn't notice me as I slowly walk away, making sure not to turn around to the source of the voice.
"His favorite spot? To kiss?" I hear him say, I roll my eyes, he's probably talking about some other Omega again. I know I shouldn't care, but I eavesdrop anyway, pretending to pick out a pack of blackberries. "Nah you know the circle tattoo on the back of his neck? The one with the sun and the keyhole? Yeah, he loves that spot. Yeah, Kevin."
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I swallow my spit and try to keep my mouth wired shut when I realize he's talking about the tattoo on the back of my neck. The spot tingles as I bring my hand to rub the back of my neck. I remember all the times LeBron sucked on that spot and I feel my scent release. Fuck. And 'Kevin'? Is he talking to KD?
My scent becomes stronger. "I'll call you back K," LeBron voices as he looks around in search of the familiar scent. "Kyrie," he booms, a shiver runs down my back as I slowly turn around to awkwardly smile up at him. He has a grey hoody over him and a cap on himself. I can tell he's trying his hardest not to touch me since we're in the public eye.
