#usc x reader

[mrsarnold]

can you write juju x teammate!reader headcanons please <3

౨ৎ — teammate hcs ✩ juju w.

syn : hcs

pair : juju watkins x teamategf!reader

warn : fluff, a lil smut ( sigh everyone say ty leila )

note : um yea on my grindd

- shooting partners fsfs

- coach has to seperate the two of you because y'all play / talk the whole practice

- whenever you/her get injured/fouled out y'all r the first ones to eachother

- eachother's #1 fan

- has a shared practice playlist fsfs

- y'all relationship is more private but she finds ways to shownyou love on during practice and games

the butt smack thing ( yea idk what it's called ), hugs oncourt

- always makes everything into a challenge / game

- pushes eachother to be the best

- always gets a snack before a game

in and out, chick fil a

- before game makeout sessions or quickies

[asapeveryday]

SHOCK FACTOR★彡 Part 1

Next Chapter.

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Rival!Reader

Warnings: swearing

Summary: After a close game and a couple bad decisions, the media has pitted you and Paige against each other. When you finally meet off the court you’re not sure what to expect…

A/n: got many requests for some sort of rival player type-thing!!! I combined some ideas to please the masses :) there will be more parts obv. This chap is pretty long so sorry for that!!

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“This question here is for Paige again. Now, is there anything you have to say about the little altercation near the end of the third quarter with number 3 on USC? it was quite a tense moment!”

The blonde smirks to herself, her hand rubbing her forehead. “There ain’t much to say. I went for the ball and obviously she did too. I’m not tryna give anything up, I jus personally think I got it first but that doesn’t matter anymore.” She shrugs. “Thas it.”

There’s a pause for a moment, before she opens her mouth again. “I will say though, ion have much patience for players who can’t control their language.”

Her teammates share looks at this comment, and the reporters attempt to press further but Geno ensures Paige doesn’t talk for the rest of the press conference.

“(Name) how many times have you watched this fuckin video.” JuJu comes up from behind you, scaring the shit out of you and snapping you back to reality.

“I haven’t watched it that much.” You roll your eyes. “I just…never mind.”

“It’s time to move on, shit like this happens. Jus gotta keep on that grind.” She says, sitting down beside you. Despite being a freshman, Juju was naturally mature. You and her had become a popular junior/freshman duo both on and off the court. You pushed her harder and she kept you on your toes.

“I’m moved on.” You huff.

“No you’re not…look at yo hands gripping your phone.” She laughs and you roll your eyes.

The issue wasn’t the prolonged tussle for the ball when your team played UConn, it wasn’t Paige barely regarding you, or her shading the occasional curse you’d let slip during a game. These things all fuelled what really was bothering you. The way you responded.

TWO WEEKS EARLIER, POST UCONN GAME

“Where’s JuJu? Prolly eating or something she’s lowkey a big back.”

You laugh at your roommates response to the question. It had been a weird couple of days since USC faced UConn, usually there wasn’t a lot of buzz around women’s college games but this year was different. The media was all up on everyone, especially UConn since Paige returned in better health for her senior year. You decided to go live to have some fun and interact with your viewers, even though your mind was elsewhere.

“What were your thoughts on how you guys played Connecticut?” You read aloud from the chat. “Um, they’re great. I mean it was pretty close. Me and the girls did what we could and we’re gonna kill it next year, so.” You say, perfectly passive and normal. In your head you were furious at how close the game had been, but there was nothing you could do.

Near the end of the third quarter, you and Paige had a little tussle for possession of the ball. You could’ve sworn you’d gotten it before pale skinned hands darted out for the grab, almost stealing it from you before your instincts kicked in and managed your grip. You vividly remember the yells from teammates, coaches and the stands as you and Paige momentarily wrestled for the ball, her tongue sticking out between her lips and her eyes determined before number 3 on her team tore her away.

Grazing your hand against hers at the end of the game was humiliating, and she was undoubtedly looking forward to it; holding your fingers a moment too long before letting out the most agitating, self-fulfilled “good game” with a smile that would’ve warranted a punch to her teeth had you not been on camera.

You didn’t bother to smile back, but muttered a perfectly timed “bitch” just as her hand let go of yours. Nobody heard it except you and her, and the subtle change in expression from haughty to straight faced was a beautiful sight for sore eyes.

“They keep asking about the thing with Paige.” Your roomie reads, and you shove her. “Bro why’d you say that out loud…now I have to address it.” You whisper to her, annoyed. She wasn’t on the team, and didn’t think about things like that.

She shoots an apologetic look, and you decide to act like nothing happened. The damage is done though, because now all the comments are about Paige.

“You handled the press good after.”

“If I was you I would’ve taken it off the court ngl”

“You were wrong for that!”

“What happened with Paige???”

“The way she was looking at u after….mm”

“Did you see what she said on the panel?”

Scanning through the various questions you found it harder and harder to not think about it. Basketball is a contact sport, things like a fight for the ball weren’t rare. Sure it was a little aggressive, but nothing you weren’t ready for. Paige seemed ready herself, her hands gripping the already-in-your-grasp ball, her eyes shooting you the coldest look they could muster. You’d already seen edits of her all over social media, tousling with you for a moment before being dragged off by Aaliyah.

JuJu walks into your dorm and sits next to you, reading the comments as well. She slightly shakes her head at all the mentions of Paige, but greets the chat nevertheless.

Fuck it. It’s late night, you’ve been getting annoyed by all of this attention on Paige and you, and people weren’t gonna forget about it anytime soon. One comment won’t hurt.

“Did I see what Paige said on the panel?” You read out loud. JuJu shoots you a look. “Yeah…I did. ” You say, suspicious as possible. “Ion know…i jus don’t have much patience for that swiper no swiping shihhh…..stuff.” You mock Paige, then catch yourself before fully saying shit. Two digs at the blonde at UConn in one sentence, one for her statement and the other for her criticism on your swearing.

You, your roommate and JuJu all look at each other for what seems like an eternity before bursting into an explosion of laughter. You were just being petty, it didn’t seem like a big deal at the time.

It kinda was.

PRESENT TIME

You’ve always loved east-coast America. It has a different kind of feel, especially during spring. The weather was getting hotter and everyone is hyped for summer break, at least those without classes. You and some of your teammates were going on a little Big East road trip, and of course the east meant places like New York, Michigan, Boston, Rhode Island, Connecticut.

God, you weren’t ready for Connecticut. The media was really eating you and Paige’s (non-existent) beef up, and you wondered if it would translate into real life. What was worse was that you had a friend who went to UConn who you were seeing for sure.

“I am not coming to your school.” You said hastily over the phone.

“Chill.” Elaine, your friend responded. “Nobody wants you here anyways.”

“Shuttuppppp it’s not funny.” You whine, knowing she was joking but hoping there was no truth in the statement. You could handle the smoke of a mini rivalry, but confrontation was just awkward.

“Just be ready. The minute you’re in town let me know, we can go to my favourite bar.” She laughs.

“Got it.” You respond happily. You were gonna have a fun night out, things were gonna be chill. You’d maybe have a drink…maybe get hammered. It was gonna be good.

-

“You should go live.”

“No fucking way.” You shake your head. The bar was crowded, but nice. You understand why your friend wanted to take you.

“Are most of these people UConn kids?” You ask.

“Yeah.” Elaine responds, looking around. “This is like the Storrs hangout spot on a Friday night. Anyways, I’ve missed seeing your lives.”

“I know, I know.” You rub your head. “I literally can’t though. Like, I’m on a social media ban. Goddd, after that last live you don’t get how much shit I got.”

“I thought it was funny!” She says, and you smile. “Oh my god (Name), did you see her tweet after.”

“BYE.” you cover your face, laughing. A couple hours after the live, Paige had tweeted some sort of passive aggressive very targeted thing about how God has her back when people give her a hard time or something like that. You’d almost died when it showed on your TL.

“Have you seen all the edits comparing me n her.” You manage to get out between laughs. Sure, you didn’t have the spectacular reputation Paige did. The girl had started her college career stronger then literally everyone else, and she was top pick to begin with. Her return to the court was well anticipated, even by you.

Still despite that, you had a certain sparkle in game. You played flashy, but you could back it up. Your freshman year you were very much an underdog, a stark difference from Paige, but your sophomore year had been very different, and this year as a junior you were getting recognition that almost gave you whiplash. Your talent was undoubted.

“I think both of you guys are being extra careful on socials now.” Elaine says. “I mean Paige is pretty active, but when they go live the minute your name is brought up, which it always is, she like…mysteriously disappears from view. It’s actually funny.”

“Whatever.” You say, taking a swig of your drink. “As funny as it is, I’m tired of all this shit, it’s unnecessary. Let’s forget about her.”

Elaine lets out a cough, before covering her face. “Pfft. Um, yeah. Let’s forget about it.”

“What….what is it?” You say, raising an eyebrow. Your friends eyes are stuck behind you. When you turn on the barstool as conspicuously as possible, you feel your stomach physically lurch.

“You’re fucking kidding.”

“We have great luck.” Elaine muffles a laugh.

You spin back towards her, talking through bared teeth. “You brought me to Storrs’s most popular bar on a Friday night…Storrs…fuck. That’s their campus? Seriously??!”

“Don’t be mad.” She sheepishly smiles. “I don’t pay that much attention to them…I didn’t think it through.”

“Boo, you whore. Even I know they’re like, bar-fiends.” You grumble, putting your head down. “God, just put your head down, cover me, something. I’m not tryna do this right now.”

Covering your eyes and keeping your back to the group, you ask. “How many of them are here. Tell me exactly who.”

“Umm, I don’t know all of them.” She says.

“Bitch just tell me…I swear to god.” You sneer, casually attempting to turn, discreetly letting your eyes graze the masses before they meet a pair of blue ones.

Shit.

Her eyes hold yours for a moment too long. Her hair is down instead of her signature ponytail and braids. She’s dressed casually, and posed confidently. Her expression is one of surprise…then amusement…and then something you can’t quite recognize. When her friends start to follow her gaze, you finally turn away.

“Elaine, I’m gonna fucking kill you.”

“Calm down, it’s fine. You always say you can handle the smoke, right?”

“Yeah when I’m in California I can…not when I’m in a UConn infested bar with Paige fucking Bueckers and her cult staring me down.”

“They’re really staring. Oh, KK just pointed at you.” Elaine says, looking at them obviously. You fix your posture and adjust your hair at this.

“Are they like…coming over?”

“Yep.” She murmurs under her breath, indicating they’re close.

“Umm, hey.” A voice says from behind you. It’s low, almost raspy. You remember it being way more strained and arrogant on the court. In the bar, it was almost attractive.

“Hey.” You say, as cool as possible. Turning to face Paige and her teammates usually wouldn’t have intimidated you, you could hold your ground and you were confident in yourself, but here? On their turf? With none of your own teammates? And a couple drinks in you? Your body was already tingling, and you were terrified you would say something to dig your hole deeper.

“Think I could get a picture?” Paige says. She sounds likes she’s severely forcing herself, arms crossed and drink already half empty despite just entering the bar. Azzi’s face breaks into an amused smirk beside her, and her other friends hang back with giggly expressions.

“A…picture?” You say, confused. The three of you stare at each other for an awkward moment before you break the silence. “Sorry…that was rude of me, my bad. I just wasn’t expecting that.” You laugh. “If you actually want a picture I can do that for you.”

“Thanks.” Paige smiles, but there’s no happiness behind it. When she poses by you, her hand just hovers above your waist. She can’t even bring herself to touch you. You give your best smile as Azzi takes the picture on Paige’s phone.

When she shows it to the two of you, you realize why Paige might’ve wanted that picture.

“You’re gonna really shock everyone when you post that.” You say, laughing. Paige’s face finally breaks to a more authentic smirk that sends shivers down your spine. It’s like the one she wore when you two were facing each other on the court. Proud, confident, ready for anything.

“Never let em’ know your next move.” She says, eyes piercing yours.

-

As the night goes on the bar gets more and more busy, you have to yell over the music for Elaine to hear you. You’re not exactly trying to talk to her though, because she’s mostly talking about Paige.

“You know she’s sort of a campus heart-throb right?”

“What??” You yell, although you’ve perfectly heard what she’s said.

“She’s. Hot. Maybe you should flirt with her a little.” Elaine says.

You just shake your head. “I’m gonna get another drink.”

Your luck is spectacular for the night, because there are no barstool seats left except one a little too close to Paige, who’s sitting alone and waiting for her drink. You silently curse, but are thankful her team isn’t there too. You sit by her as confidently as possible, avoiding her gaze.

She’s watching you indubitably, noting every move you make. Your posture as you sit, the Polaroid behind your clear phone case, the way your lips move when you ask the bartender for your favourite drink, these are all thinks she seemingly makes note of.

You can’t help but overhear her scoff at your drink choice, to which you finally turn and acknowledge her, raising your eyebrow.

“Out of everything you could’ve ordered you got that?” She says, haughty as ever.

“Not everyone is trying to get white-girl-wasted.” You respond curtly, eyeing her Dirty Shirley.

Paige scoffs. “You don’t talk as big as you do on your lives.”

Shrugging, you respond “Someone asked a question and I answered, simple as that.”

“Ion know bout that one.” She rolls her eyes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I think you’re just feining for people to talk bout you.”

This bitch. You internally think, brows furrowed at her statement. “Wouldn’t have even been brought up if you hadn’t let your fatass ego get in the way of your media training during that press conference.” You sneer. “Now that is feining for people to talk..”

“Someone asked a question and I answered.” She smiles, sending a hot flash of anger throughout your body. “Simple as that.”

“You think you’re so smart.” You grumble out, turning your head from her. The sheer arrogance is radiating from her body, it’s annoying you to no end.

“I am.” She says, as if it’s common knowledge. “Plus, I’m not the one who started twisting words. That was you, remember?”

When your drink is finally set in front of you, you make a point to get up from the stool and grab it, sending Paige a steely look. “Good talk, Bueckers.”

“Aye, wait a sec.”

You’re already walking away, taking a big gulp of your drink when she slides off of her stool and catches up, walking beside you. You don’t miss how her eyes flick to your mouth when you wipe it clean, facing her begrudgingly.

“Why’re you even here?” She asks. “Visiting yo girlfriend?”

“Who, Elaine?” You laugh, Elaine being the straightest girl you know. “Why’re you so interested?”

“Wasn’t expecting to see some California girl in Storrs. You sure you weren’t plotting on seeing me?” Paige grins, taking a step towards you. She’s taller then you, and the way she tilts her head downwards when she speaks gives you an unrecognizable feeling that you’re planning to blame on the alcohol.

“I got up close and personal with you once, and it was enough.” You smile, holding her stare. She chews on the straw of her Shirley, her expression both amused and something else.

“Ion think so.” She mumbles.

“You don’t have to think.” You respond, looking her up and down for a moment. It feels like an eternity passes as you two challenge each other, the air gets thicker by the minute and you finally break away from her, walking as confidently as you can, far from where she can see you.

-

You don’t see Paige again after that, presumably because her and her friends went elsewhere. Laying in a hotel room next to your teammates, you can’t help but think about the blonde and how odd your interaction was. She had this way of looking at you like she knew exactly what you were thinking, even though you knew damn well she knew nothing except for how you were on the court. Still, despite how her voice made your skin itch and her mannerisms induced the need for violence, there was something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

As if reading your mind, your phone began to vibrate uncontrollably. You check your notifications to see a sea of messages and a couple more alien ones on Instagram.

paigebueckers started following you.

paigebueckers tagged you in their story.

jujubballin sent you a story.

jujubballin sent you a message.

kenzie_4bs sent you a story.

kenzie_4bs sent you a message.

You accept Paige’s request and view her story, which features the picture of you and Paige. You sitting and her standing, her hand just hovering above your waist, her face a curt close-mouthed smile and yours wide and genuine. It’s an interesting photo which she’s captioned “Cali meets Connecticut!”

You scoff at her version of being witty, and immediately cringe at the sheer amount of traction the post has gotten already, with at least 50 people in your inbox within the first 15 minutes of the post coming out. The messages range from “The crossover we needed!!” To “Ik you wanted to punch her white-ass” and frankly it was all too much for you. Social media, Connecticut, the messages, Paige.

She seemed to be the main article of stress in your life the past couple weeks and it seemed to smart to keep a distance from her from this point onward.

The girl really knows how to induce that shock factor.

[wcbblife]

can you do juju watkins or paige bueckers hcs

Juju Watkins & Paige Bueckers hc

Juju:

Juju is such a chill gf. That being said, she strikes me as a quiet and hidden jealous gf. Like if someone’s flirting with you she won’t necessarily go out of her way to make it known she’s jealous but her eyes tell the other person to piss off and when you ask what’s wrong she’ll hit you with a “Nothing’s wrong” (She’s so hot when mad yall).

Eye contact goes crazy. Her eyes are so sexy and she knows it and uses them to get what she wants from you.

Feel like she would secretly love when you take care of her after her games bc cmon, this girl scores double digits like they are nothing. She would just love for someone to tell her she did good and help with her recovery.

She remembers small details about you so she could spoil you later. Acts all nonchalant when you ask her how she remembers.

Def sleeps a lot to regain her energy. Girl is always sleeping.

Also, she looks sooo good when she wakes up. Like she’s groggy sure but (my idea) she def wakes up all tousled and her shirts are always too short and her eyes just tie it all together (my gosh) and she knows this.

Loves quiet and slow mornings because she needs to reserve all of her mental and physical energy for her games but she is not a morning person. When you wake her up for games, practice, or whatever she’s just so grumpy and lowkey mean but that’s nothing a cuddle session can’t fix

Although she’s not 100% against PDA and will wrap her arms around your waist every now and then, she would prefer to just hold your pinky in public or your hand under the table. It’s more personal for her and it makes her feel good and lowkey cocky.

However, once she’s a little jealous she will have both hands around you and will cling on to you with no shame.

After a fight, she can be so many ways. Like if it’s before a game I think she would go radio silent and just focus on her game because she's a perfectionist and doesn’t want it to affect her performance. If it was your fault she would be so quiet and distant because although it might not seem like it, she’s hurt. If it was her fault she would apologize after just a bit and would get you your favorite snacks (see the remembers the little things about you).

You guys first met in class after she asked for your notes because she was busy with her games.

Loves messy/sloppy make out sessions. Makes her feel so smug at the end. However, don’t get me wrong, it drives her crazy when you completely take control because she's not used to it.

Lowkey is very sassy but she controls it around you.

Loves to whisper some stuff in public (iykyk) and watch with the most devilish smile how you react because she finds it fun.

Paige:

Hands on your lower back, ass, and shoulder girl 24/7. Like she’s truly shameless.

Acts tough when you guys are public but is a complete baby when you two are alone. Like she wants cuddles, kisses, and to be cared for behind closed doors and TRUST she will be on top of you whenever you lay down with her in bed.

Finds it lowkey sexy when you give her sass right back at her. She will have the biggest smirk on her face and will definitely say “Yes ma’am” when you tell her to quit it.

I think she just loves when she can be chill after tough games with you. Brings her peace of mind to have someone to get home too who will help with recovery after her body takes beating after beating.

That being said, she probably makes her watch her games and acts all cocky when she makes a fancy layup.

Loves cheek and temple kisses bc I said so. Whenever she’s nervous about a big game, receiving/giving you kisses will always calm her down.

Likes creative dates (aquariums, wine, drawing, etc).

Loves to go to the library with you (ik it’s random but just go along with it) because it is a secret getaway for you and her. Loves to just be in silence with you and study because it truly calms her down.

Polaroids, polaroids, polaroids (especially spicy ones shhhh). Paige loves to keep pics of you because she takes them when she goes away for games.

Talking about away games. Paige will get so whiny when she’s away. Like she will call, text 24/7 when she’s away because being away from you is too much. (Ik this one is sad) but she will def call you before she falls asleep and falls asleep with you on call. It just makes it more bearable.

Once she’s back she will be attached to you like there’s no tomorrow. Get ready to be completely engulfed in bed and basically everywhere you walk.

Loves to see you wearing her clothes. Mostly because they are always too big on you and she thinks you look cute.

Hands around your shoulders when you guys go out to eat with the team but if you guys are too public she’ll settle for something simple like knees brushing or hand on your thigh beneath the table because it just makes her feel so exclusive and cocky. Especially seeing you react to it.

Basically mush after games and loves when you give her massages or just lay down with her. Falls asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow and you definitely tuck her in her in bed.

That being said, Paige loves to take care of you too and will make sure you are always happy no matter what bc happy wife, happy life.

[brenwritesss]

idk if you weite for juju but juju watkins fluff to smut

Work For It

JuJu Watkins x reader

Summary: JuJu tries to teach you how to play basketball, only it leaves you wanting her to teach you more than just playing ball.

Warnings: smut and language

a/n: I have never played basketball, only watch it. Therefore, the tips in this could be very wrong. So, pls bear with me.

“Babe, you can’t be serious,” JuJu picks up the ball after another failed attempt at you trying to make a shot. You and your girlfriend had been in the USC gym for an hour, with her trying to teach you how to ball. Of course, this wasn’t your idea but your girlfriend could be pretty convincing when she wanted something. “Lock in, baby.”

“I’m trying,” you say as she passes the ball to you, standing off to the side to watch you make another shot. 

You threw the ball again, trying to create a smooth arch with your wrist like you had seen JuJu effortlessly so many times. But just as expected, the ball missed the net entirely like the last fifty times you had attempt to get it into the net. When the ball bounces off the backboard and shoots to the side, your shoulders sag. 

JuJu chases after the ball and picks it up. She turns to you, giving you a soft smile. A smile that makes you melt every single time. She walks closer to you. “At least your form is improving.”

That made you frown. “Let’s face it, only one of us is destined to be a basketball star.”

JuJu let out a low laugh, “come on, you got it.”

“I think I should plan the dates from now on.” You hesitantly grabbed the ball again as she handed it to you.

JuJu laughs again. “No, this is fun.”

“For you.”

JuJu sighs, walking to stand behind you. You thought she was just going to walk back to her spot beside you, but her soft, warm breaths hitting your neck proved otherwise. “What did I say about locking in?”

You turn your head to her. “How am I supposed to lock in when you’re right behind me?”

Her hand moves your chin so that you’re back to facing the hoop. Her hands are now gently placed on your waist, gently guiding your body to turn. “Look at where you want the ball to go,” she paused, bringing her foot in between yours and gently kicking your feet farther apart. “You need to get that strength in your shooting form from your legs. Consistent shots come from balance.”

You ground your feet to the gym floor, not taking your eyes off the net. “Now what?”

“Tuck your elbow in when you shoot, almost rolling the ball off your fingers, and follow through.” JuJu’s voice guiding you through this shot did indeed send a flare of heat through your body straight to your core. But you were more focused on making this damn shot rather than how wet you were becoming every second.

Her hands stayed on your waist as a way of providing you some comfort while you tried to shoot the ball. Following her instructions, you tucked in your elbow as you threw the ball and for the first time today, it had gone swiftly into the net. The second you practically heard the swish of the net, you jumped in excitement. “Hell fucking yes.”

JuJu laughed and grabbed you by the waist, picking you up effortlessly. “You did it. You fucking did it!”

You laughed and wrapped your arms around her and buried your face into the crook of her neck. “Couldn’t have done without my favorite teacher.”

“I’m proud of you baby.”

“Can’t believe I just did that,” you said into her neck. Her hand rubbed up and down your back, providing you comfort.

“I can,” she said. “I knew you were gonna get it.”

“Thank you for teaching me, babe.” You let go of her but her hands didn’t linger from your waist.

“Always,” she says before smiling down at you. “You’re gorgeous, you know that?”

Even after dating her for almost a year, she never failed to turn you into a blushing mess. “Stop.”

“I’m being serious,” she whispers, tracing your jawline with her thumb.

You looked up at her, your bottom lip subconsciously wedged between your teeth. “I think I could use your teaching skills again.”

JuJu raises her eyebrow, looking down your body before looking back at you, your gaze on her immediately making her hands tighten their grip. “Yeah?”

You nod. “Can’t seem to figure out what to do with my hands, you know?”

JuJu swallows hard. “Your hands?”

“Yeah, just can’t seem to use them correctly.”

JuJu chuckles and she lets her hand travel down your hip. “I got you, baby.”

“Need you so bad,” you whisper into her ear and you could swear you felt the shiver that ran through her body just then. You wrap your legs around her waist and her hands shift up to your ass to support you. You had assumed that she was going to take you right here, in the gym. However, her movements said otherwise as she carried you out of the gym and toward her car. She unlocks her car with ease and practically throws you into the backseat, getting in after you and shutting the door.

“What–” You’re cut off by the intense feeling of JuJu’s mouth on yours, immediately pushing her tongue past your lips, not even bothering to ask for permission. You moaned at the feeling of her tongue swirling around yours, which elicited a moan from her. JuJu’s hands pulled at your waist, fiddling with the waistband of your shorts. You slowly lay your back down on the backseat, pulling JuJu with you. Having her on top of you had to be the best feeling in the world. 

“Ju…” you breathed out as best you could as her mouth placed sloppy kisses along your jawline. Your hand gripped the back of her neck, pulling her as close to your body as possible. The second she hit that sweet spot that she knew all too well, you knew you were done for. You dug your fingertips into the skin of her neck. “Need you now.”

Her response to your demand was her hands pulling your shirt off, leaving you in your bra. You raised your eyebrows at her as you silently questioned getting naked in the middle of a gym parking lot. As if she read your mind, she rubbed her hands up and down your sides, looking directly down at you and said, “relax baby, nobody’s gonna see us.”

“O-okay,” you whispered back and she took that as permission to continue, pulling off your shorts and leaving you in your underwear. Every small touch that lingered on your skin grew that puddle in your legs and you were starting to get impatient.

Moving your panties to the side, she pressed her thumb straight onto your throbbing clit, dragging it down your folds. “Fuck baby, so wet for me.” The pressure combined with how wet you were already caused you to let out an unintentional whimper, your legs shaking just a bit.

“Please,” you beg her. Beg her to soothe your throbbing cunt just how you liked it.

Her eyes flicked back up to yours. “Please what? Use your words.”

“Please,” you said, the word coming out in another whimper. “Please touch me. Do anything, just please, I can’t take this anymore.”

“Yeah? Want me to make you cum?” she asked you so bluntly you almost choked.

You nodded your head aggressively and closed your eyes at the feeling of her thumb re-attaching to your clit. “Yes…mhm. Need you to make me cum so bad.”

“Gotta work for it.”

Your eyes shot back open. “W-what?” 

Her thumb applied more pressure which only increased the throbbing. “You said you want to use your hands correctly. If you wanna cum, you gotta work for it.”

You opened your mouth to say something, only for your voice to crack when you speak, “babe you can’t be serious.”

“Use those pretty hands and fuck yourself like I fuck you,” she ordered, taking her thumb away from your clit and licking off your wetness. You could have sworn that in that moment, you could have cum just from watching that.

“JuJu–”

You’re cut off by her grabbing your hand and guiding your fingers to trail down your body, making your nipples harden and your breathing to pick up. She looked at you through her eyelashes, watching every expression that she could read on your face. How your breath hitched at your own touch. She guided your own fingers through your folds and you bit your lip at the touch. “Show me baby.”

You began rubbing your fingers against your sopping cunt, the most pornographic moans coming from your throat. You circled your clit just like JuJu had done minutes ago, even though it almost didn’t feel the same compared to when she did it. You brought your other hand up to toy with your already hardened nipple. 

JuJu is smiling at the sight in front of her, a low groan coming from her when you turn your head to the side, closing your eyes. She grabs your chin, tugging it towards her. “Nah, eyes open and on me.”

You obeyed her orders, keeping your eyes on her as you continued playing with yourself. After a couple minutes, your eyes widen and your breathing picks up even more as she puts her fingers inside your throbbing entrance. “JuJu, fuck baby.”

You stop touching your clit but she grabs your hand and puts it back on it. “Keep working, mama.”

The more she thrusts her fingers inside you, the harder you press against your clit. You were moaning so loud you wondered if anyone could hear you outside the car doors. Your sounds were music to JuJu’s ears. You were positive that she was thrusting harder just to hear your moans. Each one louder than the last.

“Just like that,” JuJu coos in your ear. She hovers her body over your own, kissing at your neck again as her fingers curl deep inside you. Your hand is now trembling over your cunt as you try to continue your own movements. “Wanna feel you cum,” she whispered into your mouth before devouring your lips. That was all you needed to come undone right underneath her. Your legs trembled and your arms shook. You moaned directly into her mouth as she helped you ride out your high. All that was left was your chest almost heaving from the stimulation. 

“There we go,” JuJu says, slowing down her fingers. “So pretty.”

You couldn’t say anything as you were trying to catch your breath. She realized just how disheveled you looked and brushed strands of hair out of your face. She caresses your cheek with her thumb, smiling at you. “You okay?

You nod your head. “Yeah, yeah I’m–holy shit.”

She laughs at how out of breath you are. “Did so good for me mama.” 

She grabs one of her shirts from her gym bag and pulls it over your head. Of course, it was too big for you which caused her to laugh even more. You glare at her. “You can’t just make me cum and then laugh at me.”

“You know how much you’re feeding me ego right now?” she asks before leaning down and giving you a gentle kiss before pulling you both up to a sitting position. “We should go get food.”

You looked at her confused, wondering how the hell she wanted to get food after that. “Food?”

“In N Out sounds really good right now.”

“Fine, but you’re paying.”

[luvzpagie]

“TELL YOUR BOYFRIEND THAT YA SINGLE” — J.W

𝜗𝜚 ➵ i don’t condone cheating but it’s for the plot yall 😊😊😊! n i found out that someone is posting my work on wp..

“ju i don’t know, he’s always bitching about nothing”. you and your on and off boyfriend had gotten in an argument for the third time this week, you were completely over it. “and he brings you up every argument”

your boyfriend had every right to, you guys were definitely fucking on the low, your boyfriend just couldn’t satisfy you the way juju does, he can’t even make you cum.

“leave him” juju shrugged, she couldn’t cared less about him. you couldn’t just leave him.. you didn’t want to break his heart. even though there were many arguments, he adored you.

she pulled you onto her lap, placing gently kisses on your neck. you gasped at the feeling, melting into her. “are you gonna leave him?” juju rasped.

“i can’t..” you whined, ju sucked at your neck leaving love marks all over. “why not, hm?” you ignored the question too busy focused on her fingers pulling at the elastic of your shorts.

her hand slid in your pants, past your panties. you were already soaked, your hips buck as juju glided her finger tips up and down your slit.

her free hand grabbed onto your throat, pulling you closer for a kiss. before you could even kiss back, she inserted her long finger into your drenched pussy.

you gasp against her lips as you try kiss her back, faint sound of your cunt sploshing. and it turns juju on even more.

"answer my question mama" a smirk plastered on her face. “i-i can’t.. fuckk- don’t wanna hi-his heart” you moan.

juju adds another finger slowly sliding in and out of you. it’s almost like torture, your whines become louder as you melt into her.

“yeah? lemme change your mind”

“faster.. ju p-please” you beg, you move your hips frantically trying to ride her fingers. she speeds up, ju curls up her fingers doing a come here motion. oh how good this felt.

you lean your head on her shoulder, your eyes shut tight. you lips between your teeth biting down hard. your breathing becomes staggered as your climax gets closer.

“oh my gosh- ju!” you squeal.

juju’s thumb draws eight figures on your throbbing clit, your eyes shoot wide open, bulging out of your head. you clench around her fingers. a light sheet of sweat covers your forehead.

“i bet he can’t even get you this wet..” her sly smile strong on her face, she knew what she was doing.

“holy fuck- i’m close!” your moans now high pitched, juju fingers hitting the spot that made you feel all gummy. your tummy twisting with butterflies.

“ju..pleasepleaseplease-” you babble, your toes curl at your release, your body tingles all over almost as if you’re burning.

juju pulls her hand out of your pants, instantly sucking your sweet juices off ending it with a “pop!” sound, you fall back in the bed catching your breath.

“well, did that change your mind?” she raises an eyebrow. you giggled a little searching for your phone.

you pick up your phone, your acrylic nails clacking against it as you press your boyfriend’s contact. your phone is pressed to your ear as it rung. he answered. well here we go!

“hello?”

“yeah i’m okay.. but i think we should break up”

[prettiestofpisces]

I’m so ready for this juju smut

-🎀

JuJu Watkins x Cheerleader

to hold y’all over loll

i tried to incorporate 2 request i got which was more of a submissive juju & ↓

*. * · smut, scissoring

muah 💋

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

your naked frame straddled her and the saliva from each kiss glossed over your soft skin. her hands rested on you ass.

“we’re not supposed to be doing this” you groan, although loving the feeling.

“who gives a fuck?..” she says nonchalantly, words muffled against your skin.

being a cheerleader meant big smiles, tight motions, as well as no fraternizing with the players.

juju being no exception, you in her room doing the unspeakable was more than prohibited.

however she’d been persistent in getting you in her bed to show you a good time and you found it hard to resist.

eyeing you every shot she made, pointing, winking, anything to get your attention.

she’d play with your poms when’s no one was looking, or teased you to cheer for her and her only.

“me, i do, it’s my position on the team, not yours” you scowled.

juju removes her lips from your neck.

“so you want me to stop?” irritation written all on her face.

you looked at her blankly while wrapping your hands around her neck inching in to kiss.

you shook your head coming closer.

“okay then, shut up” she said lazily.

her attitude was abrupt and in disbelief you pushed her back on to the bed forcefully, forgetting to lock lips. still straddling the athlete you place you hands on her chest holding her down.

“don’t fucking talk to me like that..” you snap, juju now looking up to you submissively.

you order her to strip, removing the rest of her clothes hurriedly.

pulling her sweatshirt over her head with ease you helped wiggle off her cargos and panties, her caramel brown skin underneath looked delicious.

“don’t move” you say as you position your bare clit over hers.

slowly rolling your hips diagonally, forwards and backwards you hold yourself up on jujus sculpted stomach and thigh.

you moan lightly as her hands take hold of your waist. fucking yourself harder on her pussy juju assist your hips to better accommodate the both of you.

“mhmm don’t act like you weren’t begging me to be here juju” words becoming harder to form.

she bucks her hips into yours.

“shit this feels good” she groans.

“yeah?” you press, wanting to hear what else slipped out her pretty lips but all she does was nod.

jujus rather quiet and a women of few words, even while fucking the girl of her dreams.

however her eyes which were either watching your tits bounce all around or squeezed shut, indicated just how good it felt to bump pussies.

“fuck i’m close!” you shout.

bringing yourself down to her mouth you kiss juju passionately, moans mixing.

“cum with me baby” you plead against her lips, releasing all over her pussy.

underneath you, you watched her body twitch and tense as she finally orgasmed.

“shit” she cursed once more.

tired you sprawled over jujus limp body, nuzzling your head in her neck.

“i needed this” you lull.

and in turn juju wraps her arms around you.

she began to trace the grooves in your spine ever so lightly,

“i need you” she whispers before dozing

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

did we like?!

i’ve been obsessed w juju since she stepped foot in USC too bad i go to such a small D1 college…

i’ve been practicing what to do if a ball hits me in the stands😩

[pbnbucks]

hi! can you write a smut for juju watkins? if yes, then prompt 44 please😞😞

your the first person who used a prompt im so happy 😁

word count : 457

warnings : smut, degradation, swearing, rough sex.

summary : your host (the one who brings you to your table) keeps flirting with you in front of you girlfriend who easily gets jealous.

you and the host where walking in front of juju trailing behind you watching closely at the way the man next to you is staring at your ass. he sits you down at your table as juju just gives him a dirty look as he walks away “whats that about baby?” she just looks at you like your stupid “he was looking at your ass and you just entertained it” your taken back by her jealousy as she tried to call you out as she was taking her anger out on you “excuse me?” she scoffs rolling her eyes “just wait till we get home”

“oh fuck juju!” to say she was angry was a understatement. she was completely blacked out, her strap going in n out of your sensitive core giving you no time to adjust to her. “what was that about me over reacting?” she coo’s as she simply works herself up as everything reminds her of the situation in agonizing stress and anger.

“im gonna fuck you so good that you’ll forget you even met that asshole” her hands resting on your stomach pushing you further into the bed as she holds herself up while she continues to stretch you out.

“juju im so close oh fu-” and before you knew it she pulled out as the emptiness makes you cry out “nah your going to have to earn it baby” she presses her thumb down on your bottom lip as she aligns herself back into your pussy this time going slowly pressing a long kiss on your upper boob already feeling the hickeys forming.

she brings the thumb that was once on your lip down to your clit rubbing circles as the motions of the strap are hitting her clit at the perfect angle making juju pick up her speed

“taking my dick so well princess” you open your legs wider trying to make it easier for your so clearly stressed girlfriend.

“mommy im gonna cum, pleasepleaseplease let me cum” she gives you a soft moan in return “cmon baby cum with me” and with two more thrust you both release your orgasms on eachother as she leaving the silicone toy inside your for a short minutes slowly slipping it out of you getting a towel from the bathroom running it under warm water

“keep your legs open baby” she says as she holds your legs in place carefully running the warm cloth through your folds removing you left over orgasm.

“so how do you feel now baby, you still jealous?” she playfully takes a moment to think “mmm nope i feel better now” she says pressing one last kiss to your lips and resting her body on top of yours falling asleep

[katemartinismywife]

comfort zone - j.w

☺︎ juju watkins ☺︎

Yesterday was Kimora's birthday and Juju had bought her the entire set of Bridgerton books. So, the entire day Kimora has been binge-reading the books. She had just finished Anthony's story and is now on Benedict's.

Juju hasn't heard from her girlfriend since this morning. She knew what she was doing, but she still missed her. Juju had just finished practice and decided to drive from her dorm room at USC to her girlfriends apartment at UCLA.

The two were only a thirty-minute drive, but Kimora would expect for Juju to be at home in the shower since Wednesday are conditioning days.

Kimora had eventually put her book down to go pee hearing her apartment door knob wiggle. "Hello?" Kimora spoke walking to the door and seeing her girlfriend walk in with the key she gave her.

"Baby? What are you doing here?" Kimora stood on her toes giving Juju a kiss. "I missed you. I haven't heard from you in hours" Juju admitted taking off her sweaty shirt leaving her in a sports bra.

Kimora observed her girlfriend. No way she drove here right after practice and Juju hates sitting in her sweat. Kimora walked to her room pulling out pajamas for Juju and turning on the shower.

"Let's go take a shower" Kimora smiles pulling her girlfriend towards the bathroom. "Are you hungry?" Juju nods her head while taking off her clothes and stepping into the shower. Kimora quickly orders chick fil a and gets in behind her.

She wraps her arm around her waist and places kisses up her back. "Do you want me to do it?" Kimora asks her taking the loofah from Juju and washing her body down. "I'm sleepy" Juju states closing her eyes and resting her weight on Kimora. "You didn't have to drive down here love" Kimora tells her grabbing her face and kissing her.

"I wanted to see you"

After forcing Juju out the shower and into her clothes, Kimora grabbed the door dash from her front door and found Juju asleep on her bed.

"Baby" Kimora gently shakes Juju. She just groans slightly opening one eye. "I got you chick fil a.. do you want it now or later?"

"I just want you" Juju murmurs turning on her back and pulling Kimora into the bed. "Okay baby" Kimora smiles kissing the top of her head. "Can you read your new books to me?" Juju asks looking up at her.

Kimora quietly laughs and begins where she left off immediately hearing Juju's soft snores fill the room.

[yannasuniverse]

juju watkins x short gf hcs 💕

—Juju Watkins x short girlfriend headcanons

From yanna: Y’all I love my friends so much I woke up and I was posted by them🥰 i Love them

• Loves when you wear her clothes “Have you seen my hoodie?” “No…” “You have you it on baby” “You want it back?” “Nah you looking better in it”.

• y’all did the switch clothes trend “I can’t get out help me” “I’ll go get the scissors”

• Loves when you call her to help you get something that up high “Baby can you help me I can’t get it”.

• She likes to put her head on top of yours.

• definitely calls you short to see your reaction “Why are you so short ma?” “Juju don’t play with me”

• likes to have her arms on your shoulder when she standing behind you

• When y’all go to the store pick you up to get something y’all can’t reach “You better not drop me” “Am not just hurry up”

[mrsarnold]

hi, im desperate for some juju smut😞🙏🏻 so if you write one, i'll be so happy

— im high as fuck probably stumbling ✩ juju w.

syn : you and juju broke up before sophomore year and at a party y'all are both at she gets high and things get heated

pair : high!juju watkins x ex!reader

warn : weed, drinking, sex, degradation, eating out ( r recieving ), strap on sex ( r recieving ), poorly written smur

note : welcome back smut

Bring it back by chris travis was blasting threw out the club as you sat on a couch in a corner. people were all dancing around as you just sat by yourself. your friends dragged you at for a night of fun after your break up. your previous relationship didn't end well and you were still butt hurt.

you were sipping on a strawberry daiquiri before you went to go get another. as you waited for your drink you smelt a familiar scent, the club was filled with scents but this one was different. all of the sudden you felt arms around you.

you were about to push the person away before you heard a voice that you did not wanna hear. "hey mama", the voice was raspy but offly familiar. you huffed, the relationship that didn't end well was with mrs juju watkins herself.

you took a deep breath before turning around, "what do you want juju?" you hated to admit it but she looked good as always. she had her hair pulled back into a low bun, black shirt with baggy jeans and those sunglasses you hated ( loved ).

"you", she said with a smirk. you thought she was kidding, boy she wasn't. you still hated her after everything that happened these past few days.

"what? no we're broken up", you said slightly pushing her away. that didn't stop her from coming back closer to you. she leaned in and whispered, "i hate you too but we both know you miss me."

your face was practically painted red, you were lost for words. she smirked and took that as sign and dragged you out the club.

thats how you ended it up here, laid out on her bed on your 6th organism.

juju was on her knees infront of you eatimg you out like it was her last meal. moans and whines filled the room, you couldn't remember the last time you came.

you felt the band in your stomach about the burst until you felt juju leave your body. you sat up giving her the 'what the fuck?' face. "gimme a second", was all she said before she disappeared in her closet.

you closed your eyes, you couldn't believe this was happening. you were deep into thoughy until you were interrupted with a slam into your cunt. you were about to yell 'what the fuck' until she covered your mouth and your eyes fluttered open.

juju was naked from the waist up with almost a ten inch strap attached to her. those last 5 minutes until your organism was the most wildest, twisted moments.

once you came down from your high juju plopped right next to you on the bed

"so do you still hate me?"

taggies :

@wbbgetsmewetter @hrtslaces @hrtsfromjules @kamii-2 @bueckersstrap @star-girl69 @cosmopretty @chelisbae @patscorner

[shimpurin]

i need her so bad... 😪

[asapeveryday]

SHOCK FACTOR★彡 PART 3

Previous. Next.

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Rival!Reader

Warnings: swearing, suggestive jokes/language, tension

Summary: having Paige’s number means she can bother you whenever she wants, but maybe a night out with her isn’t a bother at all.

A/n: enjoy guys 😇lmk what you think of this one

YOU

is this paige?

???

Has anyone else given you their number since you got here?

YOU

no…

PAIGE

Aight, so who else would it be then? 🤘🏼

YOU

i should’ve thrown out that napkin tbh!🙂

PAIGE

Ignoring that. How’s the hangover?

YOU

it’s ok. getting coffee helped ig

PAIGE

Having another night out might help too…if u fw that

YOU

with you? id rather die then “fw that” 🙏

PAIGE

Ok rot in ya hotel room see if I care 🤷🏼‍♀️

Seen.

PAIGE

Actually nvm I feel bad for ur miserable ass. U shud fr go out and see what Connecticut has to offer. Ever been to Gianni’s?

YOU

no i haven’t, I’ve only been here for like two days. is it italian food?

PAIGE

Only the best in town 😉 u shud def go

YOU

ugh I would but i have to see if elaine can take me cus my teammates are busy

PAIGE

I could take u if u want?

YOU

typing…

YOU CAN FEEL yourself getting socially drained as you text her, at least that’s what you tell yourself. Paige is infuriating and arrogant, which comes with the deadly additions of charisma and the ability to keep you on edge with every word spoken, or even typed.

You’d always known of this, even before your game with her that day. A player like Paige can be hard to come across; perfectly capable, talented and independent yet somehow the best team player out there, sharing passes she can without a doubt make. Why? Because she doesn’t need to prove anything.

It often bothered you, especially since you constantly needed to prove yourself during the start of your college career. You took every shot you could get your hands on, and she gave shots away like candy whilst still having a huge reputation as a player. Obviously it went deeper than that, but the simple fact just stuck to your brain.

You can’t help but recall her face, inches from yours attempting to pry your ball from your grasp. Like she was deserving, like it was hers for the taking. She had made a similar face on the panel where she dissed you soon afterwards, and then again while watching you at the bar, and just before writing her number on the napkin. You wondered if she was making that face right now as she texts you.

PAIGE

I could take u if u want?

The text is simple but it summons some sort of unique feeling in you. Paige Bueckers is offering to pick you up in her car, on her night off, and take you to a restaurant. And you, for whatever reason, are considering saying yes.

Sighing to yourself, you weigh your options. Option one: you sit around your hotel alone till your teammates come back, most probably drunk from a bar since it’s a Saturday. Option two: you ask Elaine to take you out once again, even though you’re probably gonna see her the whole week you’re here. Option three: you let the girl who shit-talked you at a post game conference take you out for dinner.

YOU

i guess i should go out. DONT act like ur doing me a favour tho….n if I don’t have fun i’m blocking u.

PAIGE

Drop the addy. I’ll come by in an hour

Seen.

After hurriedly pulling yourself together, taking an Advil, checking out the restaurant’s Instagram and getting ready you can’t help but find your heart steadily hammering inside of you. Paige is coming to your hotel. You’re gonna be in her car. She’s taking you to her favourite restaurant. This has to be the most peculiar thing that has happened all year.

-

The car ride is significantly better then you expected it would be. Paige adamantly seems to prevent any room for awkward silence to seep through, commenting on your outfit and filling the vehicle with music that makes the interior buzz from the volume. She has a free look on her face, chair reclined more then you’d dare if you were in the drivers seat, hair blowing in her face from the windows being down.

“I’m surprised you’re driving me out.” You say, finally airing what was on your mind.

Paige shrugs. “Didn’t feel like drinking today. Plus, I’m in the mood to be generous and show you what Storrs has.”

“If someone told me I’d be hanging out with Paige Bueckers like a week ago, I think I’d be fucking appalled. Or disgusted. Or both.” You laugh.

She chuckles, glancing at you sneakily. “You swear a lot, don’t you?”

“Awe my bad.” You pout, giving her a fake-concerned look. “Forgot you can’t handle a little language.”

“I can handle it,” she grumbles. “I just think cursing is better for specific situations.”

“Like what?”

Paige wets her lips almost sheepishly, but she keeps her eyes straight on the road. “Like sex.”

A beat passes before you respond “Sorry I couldn’t savour a couple words for you and your little kink.”

She looks over at you now, and you meet her gaze as equally as you can. She just lets out a smile, shaking her head to herself as she pulls into the parking lot. You try to ignore the elevator-sinking feeling in your stomach from her words as you get out from the car.

The restaurant is beautiful. It’s cozy, ambient and well decorated. Not too fancy and not too full, just perfect. You’re seated in a more secluded area, per Paige’s request. She orders for you, insisting she knows exactly what to get for the best possible experience.

The food is good, and you don’t feel the need to hide it from Paige, who visibly grows at your praise for the place she picked out.

“So, are you jus in Connecticut for Elaine?” She says.

“Not really.” You reply. “Me and some of the others are just doing a little East Coast road-trip. I wasn’t really interested in coming to Storrs, but it made sense to come by and see her.”

“For a whole week?” She raises her eyebrow. “Seems like you’re close.”

“I was only gonna stay in Storrs for a couple days, then go to Hartford but the girls seem to like it here.” You shrug. “They think it’s cute, being a small town and all, but it’s pretty boring if you’re not a student.”

“It’s better if you’re with fun people.” She smiles.

“I hope you don’t think you’re fun.”

“Compared to Elaine I definitely am.” Paige scoffs.

You can’t help but feel a little more hostility than humour in her tone.

“Do you guys know each other?” You ask, as sly and innocent as you can muster. Paige seems hesitant.

“Nah.” She finally decides. “I mean, we’ve talked before. Ion know her personally.”

“It’s kinda funny, she said she doesn’t pay much attention to you but I think she might have a little crush.” You laugh.

Paige visibly stiffens at this, which catches you by surprise.

In a split second she regains her calm, unbothered composure. “What has she said?”

“Not much.” You shrug. “Just seems a little interested.”

Paige’s jaw clenches for a moment, and you’re not surprised when she changes the subject. “How many people have been on your case since I posted that picture of us from the bar on my story?”

“God, so many.” You laugh, shaking your head. “You?”

“You don’t even wanna know.” She scoffs. “Not sure why everyone was so crazy bout it though, s’not like we were beefing for real.”

“Right!” You say, happy she seems to be on the same page. “It was just some petty crap. I guess people just really were hoping there would be some rivalry.”

You think for a moment, before saying. “Maybe we should keep this drama thing up. Might be fun.”

“It’s a lil too late for that,” Paige shakes her head with a slight smile. “remember how KK and Ice were on live yesterday at the coffee shop? Yeah, we kinda were in the background at some point. People saw us talking.”

“You’re joking.”

“Dead serious. There are edits and everything.”

You rest your head in your hands, elbows on the table, lessening the proximity between you and her. “I only get into these weird ass situations when I interact with you, Paige.”

She sits up in her seat, blue eyes quickly looking you up and down. “Yet you’re still here.”

“Girl’s gotta have fun.” You shrug. Her foot hits yours under the table, her eyebrow raised as if challenging you. You have a sudden thought of going under the table and letting your hands unzip her cargo pants, but instead you just kick her back.

“Wanna go?” She asks. You don’t want to go back to the hotel, and she seems to pick up on it. “The area we’re in is nice. We can walk around a bit.”

You smile and nod. “Split the bill?”

“Fuck no.” She shoots you a look, pulling out her credit card from the back of her phone.

“You cursed!” You exclaim, to which she scoffs.

“I said it’s alright in specific situations.”

Now it’s your turn to scoff. “Well we’re not having sex, are we?”

The way her eyelashes flutter at your question gives you jitters. “Aight, stop talking.” She finally manages to respond. You just send her a look that you hope makes her nervous.

-

“You’re not funny.” She grumbles, attempting to grab your phone from you.

“Back off, Bueckers! I’m serious.” You laugh, sidestepping her with your phone above your head. The street was empty and the lights were on, putting the two of you in a yellow glow against the night. You’d been walking around the neighbourhood, observing houses and learning a bit about Storrs for the past hour.

“Give me your phone, I know you ain’t deleting those.” She huffs, grabbing for your phone. You try to escape her grasp but she’s got longer limbs, so eventually your phone is in her pocket and she’s wearing a proud look on her face.

It’s nice to walk in the quiet of evening, her beside you. You have no idea where you are but you can’t help but trust she can get you back to the car in no time. Not just yet though.

You turn to look at Paige almost shamelessly. There’s just so much to observe with her. Her confident posture, toothy smile, sleek straightened blonde hair, even the baggy cargo pants and sweater. She always looked good, it never failed to annoy you.

“Either your pants are too tight or crazy baggy.” You note. She just raises her eyebrow.

“Sounds like you just want me to take my pants off at this point.”

“Wouldn’t mind a little show.” You reply almost instantly, shocking yourself at the surge of confidence. She doesn’t seem taken aback, in fact she’s intrigued.

“Is that your usual routine? Have a meal out then have a meal at home?”

“Maybe it is.” You shrug. “I never object to a wine n dine.”

“And what exactly would you object to?”

“Cocky girls who think they’re the shit.” You say, turning your head to face her. You don’t mean to target her, but she simply smiles.

“Is it really being cocky if I can back it up though?” Paige asks quietly. You’re not walking anymore, stuck in place on an empty path between buildings. She’s closing in on you until your back hits a brick wall. The way Paige is staring down at you, hands in her pockets, lip between her teeth. It’s nothing you’d object to, ever.

“I won’t believe it till I see it.” You mutter, holding her eye. The air is tense in a new way that you haven’t felt with her since you first met in the bar. Her face is entrancing.

Paige’s hands lift your jaw upwards, and she leans into your ear. “You might not see it,” she mumbles, breath hot against your skin. “But you’ll definitely feel it.”

When she pulls back from your ear she stays hovering just above you, hands chastely holding your head up. You’re in the perfect position to kiss, and you can’t stop your eyes from darting between her electric stare to her lush, pink lips.

You can literally feel her breath on your mouth when a piercing ring cuts through the moment. It’s coming from her pocket, and she pulls out your phone. Paige’s face twists as she reads the screen. “It’s Elaine.”

“Just- just decline it.” You rush out, not caring how desperate you sound. You can feel how wet you are, and the lack of heat against you is blaring.

“She texted you too.” Paige scoffs. “She’s waiting for you at your hotel.”

You don’t even know what to say. Paige’s face is expressionless. You’re disappointed, but there’s no point in begging. Nothing really happened.

“Let’s get you home.” She says, starting to walk back from where you came. “Shouldn’t keep her waiting.” Her tone is dripping with toxicity. It makes you shiver.

[wcbblife]

Public relationship with Juju HCs

a/n: I have another one brewing that's a secret relationship with her. Reader is an athlete too btw.

First of all, Juju would be pretty shameless if you two are out to the public. I think she wouldn't shy away from making it known that you two are together. Whether it's showing up to a game around Cali together or her showing up to a school activity with you by her side.

You two would be considered THE power couple since you’re both athletes for USC.

Juju is always on the big screen when she’s at your games and vice versa. When you two are watching another sport, you two always get called out in the crowd. In that case, Juju smiles with a hand around your hips or shoulder to let everybody know just how she felt about you without even having to say a word.

Birthday and anniversary posts are a must for her. She’s also always posting funny videos of you with her laughing in the background and the occasional fit check with an off-screen kiss at the end that makes everyone go crazy.

Some reporters usually try to poke and prod for some scandalous information, but Juju never deters from the fact that she’s down bad for you. She never hides that.

“So, rumor has it you've been spending a lot of time with someone special lately outside of basketball. Care to expand on that?” Juju raises an eyebrow, clearly annoyed at the fact that he was asking such a question at a basketball conference, “You mean my girlfriend?” She tries acting tough but the mere idea of you makes her break into a soft smile, “Yeah, we’ve been hanging out a lot since the season started. We might not get to be together as much once the games start to roll in.” “And you’re sure it’s all well? I mean, we’ve barely seen anything about you two these past few days.” It’s impossible to miss the huff of breath that she lets out. Almost frustrated. “Yeah man. I mean I think we’ve been better than ever. She’s been focused on her rehab, and I've been playing basketball.” She shrugs, “She’s got me breaking all of the coach's rules.” Juju tries to liven up the room with a joke and they all laugh as her coach smacks her hand in a playful manner.

Same with being shameless about you, she doesn’t hesitate to protect you when those crazy overbearing fans criticize you or the media gets out of hand.

"I'd like too also say that what the media paints my girlfriend to be is completely wrong. It would be nice for people to stop talking without knowing anything about her and us personally. " Seeing the media paint you as someone overbearing or keeping her from her full potential pissed of Juju a lot. She turned to the camera capturing the interview. "I would recommend not getting too comfortable on speaking about our relationship. It's none of your business at the end of the day. "

Her media team are literal menaces lowkey. They never miss an opportunity to tease you two. Whether it's making a cheeky caption with Juju's picture or commenting on a post about you.

Never fails to give you the credit you deserve. It can sometimes feel like all the attention is on her, but Juju uses her spotlight to let everyone know just how important you are to her and how she's down bad for you.

TikTok videos together>>>

You have countless videos of her just laying on you when you two are together in bed. Especially those where it’s without her knowing and she’s acting all weird or her just sleeping. Whenever she realizes, a shit eating grin settles on her face. She literally begs you to post them every time people doubt the status of your guy's relationship because it makes her feel super cocky.

She would wear your jersey. I don't make the rules.

[1-800-ignoremepls]

can we get more juju content pleaseee

like juju x cheer!reader or juju x vb!reader headcannons

ouu i love this pairing

JuJu Watkins x Cheer!Reader

-she’s so supportive of you, she goes to every game you’ll be cheering at even if shes busy

-not the jealous type, she knows that cheerleaders wear short and tight outfits. she’s secure and is confident that you’re hers

-she’s always hyping you up “you look so pretty” “you’re gorgeous, you know that?”

-spams your comments “body is TEAAA” “face card never declines” “my lil b so bad”

-not usually confrontational but will not hesitate to check someone for saying something about you. she don’t play about hersss!!!!!

-soooo whipped for you, i’m talking does anything you say. i hc that she hates wearing her glasses outside but she’d wear them the second you asked

-listens to all the cheer drama, even if she doesn’t quite understand-> “and then the bitch messed up the routine, like what? you can’t be rude and uncoordinated, pick a struggle.” juju looks so lost but she nods along, “righttt”

-keeps one of your bows with her for good luck

-your relationship was supposed to be a secret but a fan posted a picture of her picking you up and kissing you after a big win

-juju received lots of backlash after the photo got out, people wanted her to be straight so badly so they had a problem with your relationship

-and you know how she responded to that? a whole post dedicated to you with a petty ass caption

-always smiling/staring at you when you cheer at her home games. her coaches and teammates notice it. “ju, what are you staring at lock in bro,” her teammate scolds. following her eyes, she sees that she was staring at you performing and just shakes her head.

-KISSES IN THE LOCKER ROOM

-you secretly love when she doesn’t have a press conference after games because then the two of you can go immediately home and shower and cuddle until you fall asleep.

-not one of those people who think cheer isn’t a real sport. collegiate cheer is just as demanding as any other sport and she understands that. you guys may not have press conferences and all the extra stuff, but you’re expected to be at almost every sporting event.

-off topic but i feel like she buys you flowers every week

-you’re pretty high maintenance but that NIL money hits so you always get what you want

-you definitely reciprocate, gift giving is one of your love languages

-she’s a fan of late night drives after games, especially losses. it helps clear her head

-all in all, you breathe life into her and vice versa. she looks at you as if you’re the only girl in the world

[luvzpagie]

J.W X HELLO KITTY OBSESSED!READER HC

𝜗𝜚 ➵ just cause i love hello kitty!

- there’s def mini plushies and figurines sitting on the dashboard of juju’s car, and you’re always adding on to it

- y’all even got into a mini argument over it!!

• “baby, you already have a shit ton of them on there.” “so.. i’m just adding the collection!” “but that’s already enough..” juju sighed looking between you and the mini hello kittys. “fine! i’ll just take them all off” you huffed. “baby i don’t mean it like that- okay.”

- everytime ju comes over she’s instantly knocked out, since your bed is filled with plushies and a soft blanket. she can’t help but to fall asleep, it’s just so comfy!

• “how was your day ju-, no way she’s sleep already” you giggled, looking at your sleeping girlfriend.

- she also thinks it’s super cute when get hello kitty charms on your nails, i picture something like this.

- whenever you guys are having a at home date night, best believe you’re forcing her to wear those hello kitty sheet masks. and you’re taking pics too!

- you make her wear matching hello kitty pjs too

• “baby, do i have too?” “yes. now go put them on” you said shoving the pajamas in the taller girl’s hand.

- juju swears she doesn’t like hello kitty, but every chance she gets shes taking one of your sanrio/hello kitty shirts.

• “i thought you didn’t like hello kitty” you said tugging at the shirt. “i don’t, but the shirt is cute.. i guess” you rolled at juju “yea right”.

- she secretly loves hello kitty, but doesn’t want to prove you right

- even though she “doesn’t like” hello kitty she always spoiling you with stuff related to it, just because it reminds her of you! she literally adds on to your obsession.

[prettiestofpisces]

Stoner!Juju Watkins x Reader

ya’llll baes birthday is HERE

nasty nineteen!

💋: smoking, kissing

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

although you and juju were strictly bestfriends you couldn’t help but feel all warm inside whenever she did anything.

smile, laugh at your jokes or even look in your direction.

you felt those same sparks as she rested her hand on your thigh, left hand on the steering wheel.

you and juju were headed to an abandoned parking lot which you did often, to do none other than catch up or…smoke a blunt or two.

you toyed with the fingers that were placed on your lap the entire ride, up until it was time to pull over.

“i got different wrappers this time” juju says.

“oh really- what kind?”

you hardly ever smoked, unless with the right crowd, however the different variations, strands, and flavors always excited you.

“white chocolate, and i brought indica since you said you were stressed earlier” she’s says lowly.

you thank juju and your heart flutters knowing she was thinking about you.

you watch intensely as she begins to roll her blunt, laying everything out, the tray, the grinder and lighter.

she then pulls out her white chocolate cigar to empty the contents, grinding and sprinkling in the weed next.

you knew your favourite step was coming once juju brought the blunt to her lips, slowly licking the paper, spit glazing the brown cigar. her lips folding over the blunt to seal it shut, you could imagine just how good it’d feel if she did it to your neck.

safe to say you were jealous of the blunt.

she took the lighter brushing the flame up and down before finally sticking it in between her mouth to burn the end.

her first inhale burned which elicited a cough from the athlete, the other draws sailing down her lungs smoothly.

the effects taking over immediately, jujus eyes dimmed impossibly lower.

she handed it off to you. your first drag was calming, although a cough escaped and your eyes teared.

with three more puffs you offer it back to juju.

“keep it.” you cough out.

juju examines the blunt after taking it from you. “is this a new lipgloss?” she laughs.

your confusion dissipating when you see the thick shimmering ring around the blunt.

“oh shit juju i’m so sorry!” you hurry to apologize.

“i’m fucking with you, but i mean i’d rather it be transferred, directly…”

unaware if this was juju or the weed talking you awkwardly laugh and place your hands in your lap.

she didn’t mean it, you thought.

jujus eyes lasered into the side of your head as she took another hit, releasing it into the air.

“kiss me.” she challenged.

you were in disbelief, afraid this was too good to be true, so, you slowly faced her.

you watched her inhale the smoke again, never exhaling.

“you’re not serious?..”

“do it” she deadbolts.

taking one more second to think about it you lean in and

just before touching lips, she grabs your face to release the smoke of her previous inhale into your mouth.

you suck it in nicely eventually letting it out through your nose.

juju hummed in approval before pulling you into her lips. little pecks turning into tongue filled kisses.

it was now you who hummed while your mouths were connected.

the taste of the sweet white chocolate and tabacco faint on her lips, yet prominent enough for you to enjoy it.

you release, just to go back in for more. this time tongues fought for dominance and jujus grip on your jaw tightened, you let her win.

you felt pure ecstasy as your high took over. jujus face couldn’t get any close which made you want to crawl in her skin.

letting go a final time you sucked on jujus bottom lip, biting it in the process.

“ohh shit” she says turned on, freeing your face from her grasp.

you lean in to initiate another kiss and juju shuts her eyes, opening them when your thumb comes in contact with her lips.

you swipe the skin surrounding her mouth, only to remove the lipgloss smeared all over.

you giggled uncontrollably seeing the look on her face.

“man you gon be the death of me…” she smiles.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

sorry y’all i was going to post this days ago but i thought why not on her birthday?!

-lmk if y’all want more juju, kate, breanna (a given lol) orrrr someone else :)

kisses <3

🙌🏽🤍