Your dating LaMelo ball and you can do whatever you want
He’s your boyfriend and he’s 6’7. He treats you like gold and won’t let you do anything especially if you just got off of work. He gets jealous and very protective but in a respectful way. He gets freaky respectful too.
One month in He knew it was fast. Everybody around him would’ve said it was too fast—letting you move in after only a month, learning your routines, making space for you like you’d always been there. But to him? It made sense. You made sense. He was sitting back, watching you the second you walked in the door, still in your scrubs, moving around like you hadn’t just worked a full shift. You ain’t even sit down first—you went straight to picking stuff up, organizing, doing something. That didn’t sit right with him. “Ma, leave that,” he said, already getting up. Of course, you didn’t listen. “I’m just putting my stuff up,” you said, like it was nothing. He walked over anyway. “Nah.” Before you could say anything else, he took the bag out your hands, easy but firm, like he wasn’t about to go back and forth with you over it. “You just got off.” “I can do simple stuff,” you said. “I know you can,” he replied. “You just don’t have to.” He meant that. It wasn’t about you being unable—it was the opposite. He’d already seen how you moved, how you handled your job, how you carried yourself. You did too much already. At home? That was different. He set your bag down where it always went, noticing how you liked your things in the same spot every time. Little stuff like that stuck with him. When he turned back, you were watching him, arms crossed, that look on your face. “You do this every day,” you said. “And?” he asked. “And I’m not helpless.” He stepped closer then, softer this time. He didn’t need to argue—you weren’t wrong. But you weren’t fully right either. “I know that,” he said. “You take care of people all day. Let me take care of you when you get home.” He saw it hit you, even if you tried to play it off. “You don’t gotta do all that for me.” “I want to.” That was the part you weren’t used to. You looked away, trying to shake it off. “You doing too much… we only been dating a month.” He smirked a little. “Yeah. And you already here, ain’t you?” You rolled your eyes, but he caught that small smile you tried to hide. “You annoying.” “Come here.” He didn’t wait for permission—his hands found your waist, pulling you into him like it was natural. Like it was already routine. Resting his chin on your shoulder, he leaned into your neck, breathing you in for a second. Comfort. “You smell like work,” he murmured. You laughed. “Obviously.” He pulled back slightly, looking at you. Tired, but still trying to do everything yourself. “Aight,” he said. “Go shower. I got everything else.” “You don’t even know what ‘everything else’ is.” “I’ll figure it out.” He wasn’t worried about that part. “You really not gonna let me do nothing?” you asked. “Nah.” Simple. You looked at him for a second, then sighed. “You lucky I’m tired.” He grinned. “I know.” As you walked off, he watched you for a second longer before turning back to the room, already picking things up, already handling whatever needed to be done. To him, it wasn’t extra. It wasn’t “too much.” It was just… taking care of what was his. And right now? That was you.
Release Date 2026.05.31 / Last Updated 2026.05.31