#usc x reader

[wbbwhorez]

JUJU WATKINS HC'S

Based off of this req

SFW

▪︎juju is a BIG cuddle bear, like she would walk into your dorm after practice and just jump you bones and not get up for a while

▪︎you sometimes wake juju up by pressing kisses to her face, and she swears it's the best way to wake up.

▪︎she made her mom teach you how to make her signature bun, but always says that her mom does it best

▪︎when she first introduced you to her family ,they immediately took you in as if you were one of their own, and it made juju SO happy

▪︎ After a long day, juju makes sure to pamper you by running you a bath and giving you a massage after

▪︎you do the same for her

▪︎everyone says that juju has a certain look in her eyes when she looks at you (you deny it, but you know it's true)

▪︎she isn't in her dorm most of the time as she practically lives with you at this point, everyone know she spends her nights crushing ypu to death

▪︎she knows whenever you need a moment and always comes up with ways to calm you down , such as hugging you from behind and kissing down your neck

▪︎she always shows up to any event that you have (if you play a sport)

▪︎ she cheers so hard for you that you don't notice anyone who doesn't

NSFW

▪︎sometimes, her laying kisses on you neck leads to her leading the kisses down your body

▪︎bites you lip as she pulls away from you ,leaving a string of saliva

▪︎ spits in your mouth while she's knuckles deep inside of you

"Swallow ."

And you do

▪︎ doesn't like pet names, BUT she knows you have a priase kink, so "my good girl" is very much used

▪︎ is speechless anytime your juices gush on her hands and licks it up every time

▪︎toys with your clothes until it's visibly sticking out (she likes it when you're over sensitive)

▪︎she talks you through it

" your doing so good baby"

"Yeah? You like that?"

"Fuck ,you're driving me insane right now"

▪︎ you don't like the fact that she takes over because you're a switch

▪︎ when you DO top her (you always find a way to flip her to the bottom), she and you love every second of it

▪︎ she hold your hair back while your eating her out because she likes to pull on it

▪︎ you give her the 3 finger combo

▪︎she dies

︵ ‿︵‿୨♥︎♡︎♥︎୧‿︵‿︵

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[yailtsv]

JuJu w/cheerleader!gf

moodboard

• will watch your practice any chance she can get!! before her teammates knew about you two they would tease her about wanting to watch the cheerleaders stretch and such thinking she was just being horny, until they stalked her and followed her to the practice to see her staring intensely at you and then watched her kiss you once you got a 5 minute break

• the wbb girls DID NOT stop teasing her once they found out, ultimately snitching on themselves

• during basketball season; juju will always do a sign after getting a basket as a way of saying ‘i love you, that was for you’ and only you know what the sign is and means. there’s a whole debate on the internet on what it could possibly mean but juju still just stays quiet, it’s only for you and her to know.

• will always give you massages and have a warm bath ready after practice and or a bad day

• she’ll always grab you from wherever you are so you guys can have lunch together

• you guys are public around campus but aren’t out to the media and the students seem to respect that as they haven’t outed you guys yet

• she tries to teach you basketball and you try to teach her some cheers….neither work very well

• during football season she goes to every game just so she can see you in action

• she loves when you’re practicing at home because she gets a court side view, and she doesn’t have to control herself and keep herself in check like she does when she’s actually in the cheerleading gym watching practice

[ghettogirly]

𝑱𝑼𝑱𝑼 𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑺 𝑮𝑹𝑼𝑴𝑷𝒀 𝑿 𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑬 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑵!

-> summary: how juju would deal with a gf who’s overly optimistic. A golden retriever x black cat aesthetic.

-> format: headcannon w/ drabble.

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- seeing you around USC campus, you carried an aura of tranquility and happiness. Gravitating towards people with your cheerful energy and enthusiasm.

- being in your class, she noticed your resilient persona when doing your work as whenever things got hard, you had a tendency to overcome it.

- she admired that about you as it was something you both had in common. however, for her it was different.

- the gruelling pain of challenges motivating her every step, especially on the court. She would never be satisfied with her performance, even if she had amazing finishes and handles.

- god forbid, you ever said something positive about a game she lost.

“Hey Juju,” you carefully spoke as you walked up to her near the changing rooms. “You should be proud of yourself today,” practically squeaking the words as a wide smile formed across your face. Yet, the response was disappointing. A scoff was heard from the taller woman as she just stood up and walked off into the corridor, leaving you alone and embarrassed.

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- after that encounter, she couldn’t help but toss and turn in her bed following the loss. Not only was she disappointed in her performance from the game, but she couldn’t wrap around the thought of you still being encouraging.

- what was there to be happy about after losing a game?

- a couple of weeks followed and Juju saw you more and more often. The swirl of your tennis skirt marching with your polka dot blouse as you walked alongside your friends to a table.

- That sweet giggle she heard from across the table tormenting her mind, unable to block out the constant loop of happiness.

- Looking up at you from across the room, she frowned at the sight of you laughing with your friends.

- That was meant to be her too.

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A sigh escaped from Juju’s lips as she closed her locker next to the library, finishing up for the day as she finally found the effort and the time to study. Sliding those black headphones in front of her bun, she flung her backpack on and headed down to the exit. Streams of a deep purple and blue colour fused together to form an enticing sunset, transitioning into the night. Headlights slowly turned on down the street, illuminating the paths below.

After briefly taking in the view, Juju turned the corner to find her car. Clicking it open, she threw her backpack in the passenger seat. However, a sniffle was heard.

Then another one.

And another.

Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, she closed the door in attempts to find out what the situation was about. Walking around the back, it was not hard to recognise the once familiar girl who tried to cheer Juju up at the game.

Yet, you looked different. Mascara ran down your face as your lip quivered, no longer having the glitter lipgloss that everyone noticed. You slowly tilted your head upwards, quickly wiping your eyes as you notice the taller woman who stood there, her once confused face now showing concern. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine, what’s wrong?”

So there you guys spent, that question causing your emotions to fall apart again. You spoke about the stress of college and the assignments, as well as the stress of family not being supportive and having to juggle a job alongside all of this. The toll of being overly optimistic and the effects it can eventually have on you after a period of time. Weirdly enough, she was a good listener. Not interrupting you, slowly draping her arm across your shoulder to let you know that she’s there for you.

And honestly, both of you guys saw a side of each other , you never saw before.

[mrsarnold]

I fear i iust started my juju era so

Juju x always sleepy reader?

♪ now playing ﹕ moonlight on the river by mac demarco

pairing ! j. watkins x fem!reader

warnings nothing !! pure fluff

summary after your and juju's long day of practices all you want to do is sleep

note always sleep ready is actually me i fear , @kamii-2 @sweetbcgs @janaelalfysblunt

The walk back to Juju's dorm felt like centuries after practice. your legs were sore and on the verge of collapsing in the middle of campus. all that pain faded away as soon as you made it to her dorm and was standing outside the door.

not even after a knock Juju brought you in noticing your sleepy appearance.

"what's wrong sweet girl??"

"im tired, like really"

"your always tired"

"not true", you tried to protest sleepily as Juju laughed and brought you to her room. in a swift y'all were entangled into eachothers arms slowly dozing off.

"i missed you so much today"

"i missed you more, more then words can confess"

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: Our little biscuit

Pairing: Juju Watkins x Wife!Reader

Fandom: Women’s College Basketball

Summary: Juju and you embrace each stage of pregnancy with love, care, courtside moments, and puppy training—awaiting baby Monica’s arrival.

A/N: inspired by @shikaizer and @yailtsv

🏷️: @paigeshirleytemple , @unknowgirlypop , @nicebellee , @sitawita , @thatonesuschix , @vamptizm , @elalfywhore , @starfulani , @authentic-girl03 , @paige05bby , @paxaz535 , @azziswrld , @jadasogay , @paigeluvvr , @melpthatsme , @lessi-lover , @courtsidewithlani ,

If you told me a few years ago I’d be married to Juju Watkins, pregnant, and courtside at every one of her games with our Frenchie at my feet like he’s head of security—I would’ve laughed you out the room.

But now? That’s just Tuesday.

Month 1 – The Test and the Start of Forever

It was a random Wednesday. I’d been feeling weird for days—nausea, sleepy as hell, randomly crying over an oatmeal commercial. I finally took a test, expecting nothing.

Two pink lines.

Two.

I sat on the edge of the tub in complete silence, heart racing. Deuce, our spoiled little Frenchie, sat in front of me like a furry, judgmental therapist.

He tilted his head like he already knew. Like, “So… when were you gonna tell me I’m getting demoted?”

When Juju came home from practice, sweaty in her USC hoodie, her smile dropped the moment she saw my face.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” she asked, crossing the living room in two steps.

I held out the test with shaky fingers.

She stared at it. Then me. Then back at it.

Then she smiled. Slow. Bright. The kind that made my knees weak even now.

“Yo… yo. Are we having a baby right now?”

I nodded, lip trembling. “Yeah.”

She swept me into her arms, spinning me around while Deuce barked like he wanted in on the excitement. “Oh my God! Babe—we’re having a baby?! Like for real?!”

She put a hand on my stomach, eyes soft. “You’re already the best mom.”

“And you’re gonna be annoying as hell,” I teased, tears in my eyes.

“You love that about me,” she grinned.

Month 2 – The Name Before the Name

We hadn’t even hit the second trimester when Juju came in one night, holding a teddy bear and a tiny baby blanket she found at a boutique downtown.

“I already know what I’m calling her,” she said confidently.

I raised a brow. “Her?”

“She’s giving girl. I can feel it.”

“And what’s this name, oh wise one?”

She sat beside me and kissed my belly. “Biscuit.”

I blinked. “Biscuit.”

“Yup. Biscuits are warm, soft, and perfect. Just like our baby.”

I rolled my eyes. “You do know she’s not gonna let you call her that past age two, right?”

“She’ll deal.”

And so it began. Biscuit this. Biscuit that. “How’s Biscuit today?” “Did Biscuit enjoy that mac and cheese?” “Tell Biscuit I dropped 25 tonight just for her.”

Even Deuce started perking up when he heard it.

Month 3 – Game Time and VIP Treatment

“You got the best seat in the house,” Juju said, helping me into my courtside spot at Galen Center.

She wasn’t lying.

The seat had a whole orthopedic cushion on it. Custom-made armrests. A mini fan for hot flashes. Deuce had his own little mat underneath with his name embroidered on it like he was a VIP.

“I swear this dog lives better than most people,” I mumbled.

“He’s our first baby,” she smirked.

She kissed me before tip-off. “Don’t let Biscuit get too excited when I dunk on shorty tonight.”

“She’s kicking already. That’s your fault.”

I never missed a game. Not one. Juju made sure of that. No matter what.

And after every win, she ran over to kiss my belly like it was a trophy.

Month 5 – Deuce’s Big Promotion

The bump was getting real now. Juju had cleared out the guest room and was halfway through painting the nursery when she decided Deuce needed “formal training.”

She bought a realistic baby doll online. I thought it was a joke… until she started swaddling it.

“Deuce,” she said seriously, crouching down beside him. “This is Monica. Be gentle, okay?”

“You’re… you’re naming the doll already?” I asked, sipping my water.

She stood up and kissed my cheek. “I already know her name. Monica Jazlyn Watkins. Feels right, don’t it?”

It did.

Our little girl. Monica Jazlyn. Already loved beyond measure.

“Also, we’re not giving up ‘Biscuit.’ That’s forever.”

“I figured.”

Deuce sniffed the doll’s foot, looked unimpressed, then plopped down with a huff.

“He’s gonna need some adjusting,” I murmured.

“He’s got time,” Juju said. “We’ll all figure it out together.”

Month 6 – Baby First, Everything Else Second

People always said pregnancy is a lonely journey. But I never felt that once.

Juju made damn sure of it.

She cleared her whole schedule around every appointment, even when it meant skipping media interviews or rescheduling training sessions.

“She comes first,” she told her coach once on speakerphone. “My wife and my baby are the only priority.”

She rubbed my feet every night, no complaints. Brought home smoothies. Talked to my belly like it answered her back.

One night, I found her asleep on the floor of the nursery, paintbrush in hand, “Monica” sketched out in big letters across the wall.

I covered her with a blanket, kissed her forehead.

“You’re gonna be such a good mom,” I whispered.

Month 7 – Showered in Love

“You didn’t have to go all out,” I said, overwhelmed, standing in the middle of the baby shower she planned in secret.

It was on a rooftop. Decked out in soft pinks, warm neutrals, and gold accents. There was a onesie station. USC-themed cupcakes. A flower wall that said “Baby Biscuit” in cursive.

“I wanted to,” Juju smiled, coming up behind me and resting a hand on my bump. “You deserve this.”

She kissed my temple and stepped up to the mic.

“I’ve had trophies. Medals. Banners. But nothing compares to what we’re about to bring into this world. Monica Jazlyn… I love you more than every point I’ve ever scored. And to my wife? You’re my home. Always.”

Yeah… I cried. I wasn’t alone.

Month 8 – Bigger Belly, Bigger Love

Walking was hard. Sleeping was harder. I cried because I dropped a cookie once. Deuce followed me like I was his mission in life.

But Juju never made me feel like a burden.

She carried the groceries, picked out baby clothes, rubbed shea butter on my bump every night.

“Biscuit’s kicking,” I said one night.

Juju leaned down and whispered, “Go easy on your mama. She’s doing all the work.”

“She’s gonna be a baller, huh?” I smiled.

“Already got a better jump shot than me.”

Month 9 – The Wait and the Weight

“I feel like a planet,” I muttered, flopping onto the couch.

Juju, fully dressed for a press shoot, dropped her phone and came over. “You feel like the center of my universe. So technically… yeah.”

“You’re so corny.”

“You love it.”

Deuce rested his head on my thigh, paw protectively on my knee.

“She’s gonna be here soon,” I whispered.

“Yeah,” Juju said, brushing my hair back. “And when she is, everything changes.”

“But we’re ready, right?”

“We’ve been ready.”

Birth Day – The World Stops

Contractions hit like a truck. We were in the car within ten minutes, Juju driving like the road owed her money, one hand on my knee the whole time.

Hours blurred together. Screams. Squeezes. Nurses. Then—

Then came the cry.

The loudest, strongest little cry I’d ever heard.

And just like that… she was here.

Monica Jazlyn Watkins. 7 lbs, 3 oz. Head full of curls. Already pouting like her mama.

“She’s perfect,” Juju whispered, pressing her forehead to mine. “You did it, baby.”

“She’s real,” I breathed, tears soaking my cheeks. “Our little Biscuit.”

They laid her on my chest, and Juju broke. Silent tears. Shaking shoulders.

“I’ve never loved anything more,” she said.

After – Home, Whole, Happy

We brought Monica home wrapped in a blanket with “Baby Biscuit” stitched into the corner. Deuce sniffed her gently, gave her one soft lick, and laid down right beside her bassinet like he’d been waiting his whole life to protect her.

Nights were long. Feedings were constant. Sleep was rare.

But Juju?

She was everything.

“I got the bottle,” she’d say at 3 a.m.

“You sleep, I’ll hold her.”

“Biscuit wants her dance show? Say less.”

She sang off-key lullabies, danced around the nursery like a fool, and cried every time Monica smiled in her direction.

At her first USC game, Monica wore tiny headphones and a jersey that said “Mommy’s #1 Fan.” Juju dropped 28 that night and pointed to us in the stands with pride in her eyes.

After, she kissed us both and whispered, “I play for y’all now.”

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Now – A Forever Kind of Love

Every day with her feels like magic.

Watching Juju rock Monica to sleep while Deuce lays guard beside the crib, I realize something:

This? This is the best team Juju’s ever been on.

And I’m just grateful to be her co-captain.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[imnotkaizer]

shared lust .

jujuwatkins x reader x paigebueckers.

your close friend, who labeled you as their "plaything" , having a chance to bring you over to their dorm, passing you like a blunt, fucking you senselessly over and over till you break. threesome. paige nd juju literally arguing while fucking you. jealousy. they r basically taking their anger out of you while they fought over u. overstimulation

It started as a casual night, you’d been close with paige and juju for a while, maybe too close, the kind of friends who flirt just a little too long, whose touches linger, whose eyes say everything their mouths dont.

they were both bold, confident, a little chaotic, and dangerously in sync, you’d always noticed the way juju looked at you, like she wanted to ruin you and paige? paige had that smirk that promised she’d help.

when they invited you over to their dorm, you thought it was just to hang out, netflix, some drinks, maybe gossip, but the second the door closed behind you, the atmosphere shifted.

“been waiting to get you alone” juju muttered, voice low, fingers brushing your jaw as she backed you into the couch.

paige stood behind you, hands sliding along your waist “you have no idea what you done, coming here like that.” her voice was velvet and steel, calm but charged.

before you could speak, juju was already pulling your shirt over your head, mouth crashing into yours, hungry, demanding, paige grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand while the other roamed your skin like it was hers to claim.

they passed you between them like they rehearsed it, juju bit your shoulder as paiges nails scraped down your thighs.

when paige took her time between your legs, juju held your face, forcing you to watch every move, her skillful tounge swirling on your clit teeth grazing, her eyes fully focused up on you.

and when juju pushed you to the edge again, having her knuckles deep inside you relentlessly slamming her fingers, paige whispered in your ear how ruined you looked.

“your ours tonight” paige said, voice rough, lips brushing your temple "all night” juju echoed, gripping your hips “till you forget your own name.” and they kept their word, over and over, you were devoured, worshipped, dominated, no room for thought, only sensation, only their hands, their voices, their control.

they didnt stop until you were trembling, your throat raw from begging and moaning, your body wrecked in the best way, marked by both of them.

time blurred, hours passed like minutes, your body caught between paiges rough confidence and jujus desperate hunger, every touch from them was deliberate.

at some point, you were straddling jujus lap, her one hand gripping your ass as she rocked, and bounce you up, two fingers deep inside you,her eyes wild and locked on yours.

“you dont know what you do to me” she panted, voice almost trembling "you have no idea.” before you could respond, paiges hands were threading into your hair, tugging your head back until your throat was exposed, she leaned in from behind, licking a slow stripe up your neck.

“dont go catching feelings, juju” paige murmured darkly “we said we share her, not fall for her." juju stiffened beneath you, but didnt let go “maybe i already have” she said quietly.

you moaned loud whimpering when juju smacked your hips so hard it stinged, and paiges grip on your hair tightened just slightly.

the room shifted again, paige tugged you off juju and spun you around, her mouth claiming yours in a kiss that was all dominance and frustration her tongue was commanding, her hands pinning you down on the bed with a strength that made your head spin.

“your mine tonight” she growled “ours" juju muttured glaring at paige, paige was much more rougher than earlier, biting your nipples, slamming her fingers inside you much deeper and faster.

juju stood at the edge of the bed, watching, chest rising and falling, eyes dark with jealousy, and something deeper, when paige finally let up, juju pulled you into her arms like you were breakable, her lips kissing your forehead like a lover, not a plaything.

“you feel it too, dont you?” she whispered “tell me you do.” you didnt speak, your body was too wrecked, your heart too confused, but your fingers curled into her shirt, and your eyes wouldnt leave hers, paige sat back, watching both of you.

the room was quiet now, heavy with the smell of sex, sweat, skin, you lay there between them, your legs trembling, lips swollen, body marked with bites and bruises that would stay for days, one of paiges hickeys was already darkening just above your collarbone, jujus nail marks crisscrossed your thighs like a map.

they hadnt stopped touching you, even in the quiet, juju traced lazy circles on your stomach, her gaze locked on your face like she couldnt look away, paige had one hand tangled in your hair, running her fingers through it absently, but there was tension in her jaw.

you felt it coming before she even spoke "so" paige muttered “what are we doing?” juju stiffened “what do you mean?”

“your acting like shes your girlfriend.”

“and your acting like your not catching feelings at all.” you tried to sit up, but paiges hand on your shoulder kept you down, gently, but firm.

“dont” she said, eyes on paige. “let her speak.”

you looked between them, heart racing for a whole different reason now “i didnt come here to get in the middle of something” you said slowly, voice hoarse “i thought this was just… fun.” jujus eyes softened, but paiges got colder.

“is that what it is for you?” paige asked “just fun?” you didnt answer, couldnt, not when your body still ached for both of them, not when part of you wanted to curl into jujus arms and the other wanted to let paige take you apart all over again.

juju leaned in, brushing her lips against your ear

“i want you” she whispered “not just tonight not just to fuck. I want you.” that cracked something in you, your breath hitched, paige sat up, like she couldnt sit still with everything rising up inside her “i wont fucking share her, you said this is a one time thing and your giving her to me” she growled

the way they argued was too overwhelming, voices starting to raise, so you stood up to make them calm down "i..i gotta go.." paiges hand slid from your cheek down to your throat, gentle but firm, her thumb traced over your pulse "your not going anywhere” she said, more like a promise than a threat.

juju pressed herself closer behind you, pressing her chest to your back, arms snaking around your waist, lips ghosting over your shoulder

paige pushed you back down slowly, kissing you deep lazy but commanding, like she owned every inch of your mouth, juju’s hands explored lower, down your hips, teasing between your legs, her touch was softer than before, but no less intense.

“your still sensitive” juju murmured, almost teasing, her fingers brushing where you throbbed, tou jolted, breath catching.

jujuss fingers slid in slowly, spreading the slick mess they already made of you, your back arched instantly, a broken sound falling from your throat.

paige grinned breathing heavily. “fuck, look at you.” she starts to rub her fingers on your clit " you love this dont you?" she whispered low.

you nodded without thinking, lips parting “good girl.”

she kept rubbing your clit in circle motions,and you moaned as juju curled her fingers inside you at the same time, it was overwhelming, you couldnt think, couldnt breathe, couldnt stop.

they moved in sync like they were made to ruin you together, juju leaned over, kissing the curve of your stomach as she kept pumping her fingers in slow, devastating waves “let go for us” she whispered “your ours now.”

and you did, again, and again, your body shaking, your hands gripping their wrist like it was the only thing keeping you from floating away.

when it was over, paige traced kisses on your jaw, juju kissed the inside of your knee, working her way up your body, slow and sweet.

you were wrecked, completely.

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[sierrale8ne]

something about you / juju watkins x fem!reader PART OF THE $$$4U COLLECTION ‘ i’m tryna do something explicit. you askin me what i like about you, girl how long you wanna sit in this kitchen? ’

summary a few substances and some conversation has juju realizing that no time apart is gonna stop her from wanting you. warnings sexual content, smoking, fingering from lena “in the morning” yeah yeah i’m a liar we already knew that next 🙄🙄 here’s the first post of my lil collection and my first juju fic because y’all alr know… that’s my lil shit.

The chime of the bell is what causes your attention to shift from your spot behind the counter. You’ve been working at the smoothie bar on campus for quite some time now, any chance to get more money in your pocket and your roommates off your back.

It was a slow day today, luckily for you, the wind of southern California kept majority of your peers bundled up and in their own dorms rather than the commons or in the store.

Until now.

You’re cleaning the counter top, paying attention to every crumb that lands on the floor that you’ll have to sweep— when you see her.

It was hard not to recognize her, the typical baggy jeans and graphic hoodie, her Nike dunks thudding across the floor as she walks in, and a slicked back bun, different than her everyday game bun. Anyone on campus would be able to see her and point her out, the Juju Watkins.

But you recognize her for other reasons, as the only person in the world who knew you like no one else did.

You haven’t seen Juju in a few weeks, all thanks to her efforts in bringing home a national championship. But still, even through all that, she never once made you feel left to the side. You were involved in every moment of her life— texts, calls, FaceTimes— Juju made an effort to show you that she really did like you. That she cared.

She walks towards the counter, one hand gripping her wallet and the other tucked into her pocket.

“What’s up, baby?” She smiles, and it makes you smile at how her eyes scrunch together. Juju’s perfume travels over the expanse of the counter and to your nose, smelling just as good as you remember she did.

“What are you doing here, Ju?” You ask. It takes everything in your body to hide the blush growing on your face. By second nature, you start ringing her up for her smoothie— mango and peach with extra vanilla protein.

She shrugs, digging in her wallet for her card. “We ain’t linked up in a minute. I gotta pay my girl a visit, y’know?”

You nod, watching the way the girl never takes her eyes off you, even as she pays for her smoothie. Her card lazily held in the tips of her fingers. “Your girl?”

“Stop playing.” Juju shakes her head.

“Judea. You just tipped me 20 for a six dollar drink.” You groan. She was never shy to make a show of how much she liked you, even if you made it clear that money wasn’t the way to do that. It seemed to have fallen on deaf ears, though.

The only lights left in the store are the ones low ones over the tables and the white light over the blenders, dim, but just enough for you to see the red haze over her eyes. “Maybe it’ll make you work faster so we can get outta here. I just wanna see you tonight.” Juju explains.

“I’m closing tonight, love.”

“Okay? When you finish?” She questions. You ignore her briefly, enough to turn your back and start on the athlete’s smoothie.

It gave Juju the opportunity to run her eyes over you. You wear black leggings that hug the curve of your ass perfectly. Your uniform shirt is cropped just enough to give her a view of your lower back. The bright lime green of your apron is nearly blinding, but also looks beautiful on your skin. She can’t seem to take her eyes off you.

“I get off in 30!” You yell over the sound of the blender, looking over your shoulder to see that nothing you said has registered in her head. “Ju?”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. You said what, mama?” Juju blots her lips together, glossy and slightly rosy. They look plump and a part of you wants to jump over the counter and kiss them until all the breath in your lungs gives out.

Her eyes meet yours, and just by the look in them you know she’s not lying about wanting to see you. It’s something, almost a sparkle, that you haven’t seen in so long. She wants you.

“I get off in 30.” You repeat, handing the girl her drink.

“I’ll wait right here then.”

You cradle Deuce in your arms, the dog being quite happy to see you in Juju’s apartment again. Her hoodie is long gone, tossed somewhere on the couch which leaves her in a cropped shirt that puts her abs on display.

The seat of her kitchen counter gives her only a few inches over you as you both talk. That seemed to be what you guys did often, picking each other’s brains apart for any and everything.

“How’s school goin’?” Juju asks in between puffs of smoke. The joint rests lazily in her fingers, teasing her bottom lip. Her eyes are already low, raking over you like you were candy. And the slope of her lashes was not helping you keep your cool.

That’s how it always seemed to be with Juju, she could do nothing— but also doo too much— and you still be completely enamored with her.

“It’s alright. Stressful, but s’nothin’ I can’t handle.” You nod, darting your eyes to the joint she passes off to you. “And you? Though I doubt you’re even focused with all this basketball shit.”

You take a puff, the drug swirling through your lungs and messing with your head before you breathe it out. The slight haze traveling through the yellow light of the kitchen.

“What? I’m focused. Sometimes.” She hums and you let out a laugh.

For as long as you’ve known the athlete she’d claim that school comes first, and then as the season continues it becomes pushed to the back burner. She had one goal— or really two— win a natty, and get the girl. You.

“Just sometimes?”

“Why else do you think I play worse when I see you? You’re the distraction, mama.” Blushed. You’re blushed fucking red. And Juju can’t help but smirk at it, she finds you adorable.

Deuce fights in your arms, and you make quick work of setting him on the floor. “Can I ask you something?” You question her, passing over the joint back.

“Of course.”

Your tongue tingles at the thought of the words about to come out of your mouth. You and Juju liked each other, that was clear— but what wasn’t was why things were still kept under wraps. Why she never asked you out officially and honestly why you didn’t do the same.

“What do you like about me, Ju? ‘Cause you keep sayin’ you do, but we’re not moving anywhere.” You trail off, feeling a little small under all six feet and two inches of her.

She ashes the joint, crossing her arms over her chest before making her way over to you. The tension is thick, almost too thick to even focus on anything other than the warmth that spreads through your body.

“How long do you wanna sit here, baby? I could talk about you for hours. It’s just… something about you, got me hooked from the minute I met you.” She explains. You look at how she plays with her fingers, almost like she was nervous. But you know her, Juju doesn’t get nervous. Especially with you.

“I-I dunno, I just feel like—”

“You don’t think I want you?” She wonders. Juju trails closer, hands pressing to the counter on each side of your thighs. “‘Cause I do. I could show you?”

Don’t do it don’t do it don’t do it. The words repeat in your head over and over again. But she’s standing here, smelling like lavender and something else that’s distinctly Juju Watkins. Her eyes are serious, telling you that everything she’s said isn’t a lie. And then you’re thinking about how long it’s been since you’ve even kissed her, weeks, maybe even a full month.

You remember it like it was tattooed in your brain. Just before Valentine’s day. She came to your job with flowers, much to the dismay of your coworkers. You two drove around for hours, Brent Faiyaz and Frank Ocean filling the car until you stopped at the beach. She kissed you with a purpose, so much so that the air left your lungs and all other thoughts left your brain.

You miss it.

“Show me, Ju.” You murmur, widening the gap between your legs for her to stand there.

Juju doesn’t even waste time. She grips your thigh with one hand, snaking her other into the crook of your neck and pulls you in. Your eyes flutter shut and her lips meet yours. Soft and even sweeter than you remembered.

Her lips glide against your own— slow— like she was savoring the moment. And she was, the tournament was approaching and it wasn’t clear the next time she’d be able to have you like this.

She breaks the kiss and you groan in disapproval, chasing after those plump lips before you can even think not to.

“That’s good enough? Or—”

“More.” You sigh, tugging her back to you by her jeans. “I want you, and I want more.” Juju presses her knee closer to your cunt as the kiss grows hungrier. Her mouth opens further, tongue darting out to slide against your own tongue. Like she was begging for more, begging for entry with a small whine. It’s the kind of kiss that makes you dizzy with need.

Juju digs her hands into the band of your leggings, snapping the elastic onto your hip. “Can I?” She mumbles against you.

It’s your turn to break the kiss, licking the saliva string between you both. Her eyes stare into your soul, deep and full of longing. She’s yearning for you, you see it how she grips your clothes, how her legs just slightly buckle.

“Yes. Please.” You whine, spreading your legs further.

The athlete leans into your neck, sniffing the fruity scent that lingers on you from work. Her lips find your sweet spot as she kisses along your skin. “Smell so good, baby. Taste even better.” She smiles against you.

“Ju, I need—” Your plea is cut off by the feel of her fingers inside your pants. She trails them down to your clothed cunt. Copping a feel of your clit through your panties.

“I know. You’re soaked. Just need me so fucking bad, yeah?” Her voice rings in your ear while her middle finger applied the kind of pressure that made your legs shake. You gush almost instantly, more of your slick drenching the fabric.

You nod fast—anything to get her to speed up—but you mean it. “Need you so bad, pretty girl.” Your hand holds the back of her neck, fingers toying with the flyaways of hair that reside there. “Please?”

“I don’t know, baby. I wanna make you my girl first.” She teases. Her fingers don’t stop, still running up and down your covered slit.

“Ask me.” You pant. Your hips buck up in need, free hand clutching the hem of her shirt.

Juju’s face comes back to view, looking down at you with a smirk she can’t hide, not in the slightest. “Y’sure? Here? Like thi—”

“Fucking ask me, Ju.” You stutter, and she doesn’t miss it.

She can’t miss it. How your mouth hangs open and your pants huff into her ears. You’re dying for it, for more. For anything she can give you.

“Will you be my girlfriend, beautiful? Please?” She smiled. Her fingers hook into your panties, tugging them to the side. Enough for the air to make you shiver, but not enough for her to touch you fully. She was leaving you on edge.

“You make your girlfriend feel good?” “You joke.

“Y’know I will, mama.”

“Then yes. Yes, baby, I’ll be your girlfriend.” Juju’s fingertips brush over your clit. Once, twice— and then the third time, she’s slipping her middle finger inside your pussy. Biting her lip as she does so.

“Take your shirt off.” She orders. Her voice is deeper than you’ve ever heard it, at least when she was with you. So you listen. Dragging your hands off her body and to your work shirt. It hits the floor with a thud that is ultimately drowned out by the sound of your moan.

She’s good. Better than you even imagined. Her finger is long, brushing along your g-spot with nearly every stroke. And when she curls them, God, it makes your eyes water.

“You feel so good.” You whimper, gripping the edge of the counter like your life depends on it. Juju relishes in the sounds you give her, not even the moans but your cunt. It’s loud, ringing in her ears as she slips another finger inside.

“Yeah? Who’s makin’ you feel this good, mama.” She asks, holding her bottom lip between her teeth.

Your head falls back, eyes rolling as she speeds up. “Y-you. You, baby. Only you, Ju.” You babble.

“Remember when you used to say you ain’t want me?” She starts, twisting her fingers in and out until your panties are all sloppy and you’re soaking your leggings. “Look at you now, legs shaking. Pussy just cryin’ for me.”

“Juju! Oh, fuck.” You grunt, meeting her halfway with each push of her fingers. Her hand trails up to your chest, squeezing your breast with a haste that makes you want to give her any and everything that she pleases. “I can’t—”

“Can’t take it? Really? ‘Cause I know you’re not a quitter. Ain’t nothing you can’t handle, right?” She hums, pressing her plump lips to your cheek.

You can smell the weed off her breath, the mango of her smoothie. And it’s all overstimulating.

Juju curls her fingers, and she knows she’s hit your spot when you nearly fly into her hold, arms wrapped tightly around her neck.

Your breath hits her ear, alongside the pleas of her name. “I’m so close.” You all but cry.

“Imma make you cum?” The question is rhetorical, she knows the answer. The way your body says all the words you don’t. “Yeahhhh, gonna make it feel good for you, baby. I promise.”

“Fuck, don’t stop! Don’t, Ju.” Your moans nearly make the athlete go blind with arousal. Soaking through her own underwear and they thought of having you finish here. On her kitchen counter.

“Lemme feel it. Cum, mama.”

It takes one more push of her fingers to make you nearly fall off the counter. Your legs tremble and your hands clutch Juju’s shoulders like a fucking life line. She works you through it, leaving kisses along your earlobe until she finally drags her coated fingers out of you.

They travel to her mouth, where she makes a show of licking them clean of you. Your eyes make sure they’re fully open to get the view, you’d rather die than miss it.

“Goddamn you taste good.” Juju groans, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Just something about me, I guess.”

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IT COUPLE JUJU WATKINS X INFLUENCER READER

Summary: You and juju make an appearance at the Super Bowl

A/n: this has to be one of my fav fics to write y'all, not everything is accurate to real life so don't bite dont messenger, credits to @naeemagales who gave me the idea for this and happy readings readers hope you enjoy this your feedbacks are always appreciated 💕.

You loved being a full-time influencer, from building a platform on all your socials to getting really hot deals, getting invited on brand trips, and having big sponsors.

So imagine your surprise when your talent agency called you to let you know that @Lifestyle would pay an all expenses trip.

For you to go to the Super Bowl, and all you had to do was flim a full lent vlog and make short forms videos, the best part wasn't it being it fully paid but you getting to invite a plus one.

This was a lifetime opportunity for you, because an all paid trips, you get to invite someone, watch both Kendrick and Sza perform at the Super Bowl half time, and get to have a good time. You loved the amazing opportunities your job brings for you.

You already had a plus one in mind, your girlfriend juju, but it only depends if she was available.

Being a full-time college athlete was no joke. Practice how many times in a week, then game days on top of that, her brands endorsement.

But trying to ask her wouldn't hurt as long as it doesn't kill you.

Later that night when you guys were on facetime, you made it your mission to ask her.

"You're thinking a lot."you heard her say from the phone.

"I'm not just got a few things on my mind." You responded.

"Which is?". She straight up asked you looking a little more serious.

"I don't know". You told her with an exaggerated sigh at the end

"Baby, you and I both know whatever you're thinking about won't stop until you do something about it so for the second time what's wrong?". She told you with a softer tone.

"Okay, so I was wondering if you would like to go too the super bowl with me." You said to her on the phone really fast hoping she would understand you speaking in 2x speed.

"I didn't get that mind repeating yourself for me again mhm". Ju told, looking directly at the cameras.

You slowly took your time before asking her again.

"Would you Judea skies watkins like to go to the Super Bowl with me?".

"Using my full name is crazy, but I would love to."

"Wait, really? You actually have the time to go. " You told her trying to make sure.

"Baby, I just said yes." She said all whiny.

"Okay just making sure". You told her.

"So that's what made you feel nervous." She said

"Yea this convo done if you're trying to make fun of me". You said rolling your eyes at her.

"I'm just joking".

"You got no jokes Judea".

"Broo."

"Judeaaaa". You said to annoy her if she continued calling you her bro

"Alright, I see how it's." She told you.

Your trip to the Super Bowl was amazing from vlogging what it was like. Ju offering to be your camera women if she can't be in it who says she couldn't flim it.

You filmed so much content in one day, half-time show with Kendrick, and Sza was one to remember

Meeting other creators like you.

But your favorite moment was when the cameras spotted both you and juju in the stands with the caption as It couple. the crowd around you guys started cheering after noticing both raising starts together in the stands.

It had both you and juju cheesing like crazy.

"It couple I kinda like the sound of that". She whispered into your ears once the attention was back on the game.

"Same as a nice ring to it huh". You told her

"How about I put a ring on your finger?". She told you.

"That's music to my ears, but let's not rush things now." You told her.

You even got to see your girlfriend on the Nike ad with many talented players to. This Super Bowl was definitely a night to remember.

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[hoopingwjuju]

Juju x volleyball player

i write how i speak sorry. mostly fluff with a side of smut.

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ღ- she wasn't very social when you first met her but she warms up to you be she likes the way you can make her laugh and pull her out of her comfort zone.

ღ- she made the first move by taking the friendly flirting seriously be she's not gonna shy away from something she wants.

ღ- she's very competitive so yk she has to win all her mini-games with you. it boosts up her ego every time.

ღ- after you taught her some pointers on how to serve she's been teaching you how to ball.

ღ- she likes to practice doing a bun with your hair before your plays or practices be she's gotta learn how to perfect her own bun somehow.

ღ- she likes to help you tape your fingers before practice be it gives her a little bit more time with you.

ღ- she lovesss to bother you so you gotta know how to stand your ground when she comes at you be she likes to argue and start stuff. plus she's hella sassy and she's always going to out sassing you.

ღ- you'll know when she's mad or something is up be she's gonna get hella nonchalant and strict.

ღ- you have to be really hard on her when she gets hurt or injured bc she doesn't know how to take care of herself. yet she can take care of you so well when your injured or hurt.

ღ- she loves it when you tag along with her and her family during the breaks.

ღ- her voice gets soft when she talks about you or when anyone brings you up.

ღ- when the two of you are around family and friends she can be all lovey dovey she wants, but your relationship with her is not known to the public so she has to be hella nonchalant about the dating topic when it comes up.

ღ- the reason why your relationship is not public is because you two don't want it to take away from your passions. i mean if people do a little deep research then they'll know to put two and two together and figure out your dating. she masks this fact by saying you two are best friends.

ღ- if you wear glasses she always carries a backup eye lenses for you in her bag in case something happens to the current pair when you're playing or practicing.

ღ- just sitting in her car in a parking lot listening to music. since you both have a curfew you can't be out late for late night car drives; soaking up each other's energy. she barely lets you touch the aux tho.

ღ- she will always open the door for you even after an argument or whatever. you're definitely her passenger princess; you have you're side decorated and all.

ღ- you're an outside hitter so you're pretty tall 5'10" with long legs so you're not that much shorter than her. so you love sharing clothes with her. matching sweats and lowkey matching outfits. also matching bracelets or other jewelry. she loves going shopping with you when she can.

ღ- whenever the basketball court is being changed for volleyball practice, she tries to stay and talk to you but gets kicked out most of the time.

ღ- she doesn't bother asking you were her hoodies are be she'll find them in your closet or somewhere in your dorm later.

ღ- your communication with her is really good. since both of you are student athletes you can't really see her every day when it gets super busy for you both, so you'll try to send her a few texts here and there throughout the day and she really appreciate this. same when you two are in away games, you'll try to ft to say goodnight if y'all can.

ღ- she loves laying on your chest when she takes a nap or the other way around. you love to write letters on her back with your finger when she's asleep.

ღ- when she gets excited or when she's laughing she likes to grab onto you and jump up and down or hits you.

ღ- she slept through the professors lecture and you guys had an open note quiz after, so she asked for your notes and after that you guys kicked it off. that is how you two met.

ღ- she loves to randomly stare at you and she's so oblivious sometimes when it happens. even her teammates say it's one of her biggest habits and tell her to stop it.

ღ- she don't play about you. she be ready to tussle when she's at your games and the other team's fans are talking shit about you. she can be obsessive and overprotective.

ღ- while celebrating you ending the game with a back row attack, one of your teammates is accidentally too touchy with you and she gets hella jealous. her jaw clenched glaring at whoever touched you. her glares are so lethal your teammate asks you "does juju hate me?"

ღ- you love it when she gets jealous bc there's nothing she needs to be jealous about; your all hers.

ღ- definitely calls the stuffed animals or plushies she gets you "our children."

ღ- she's a tomboy but whenever you want to dress up she lets you go all out with hair, makeup, and all.

ღ- she uses her face to get what she wants from you all the time since she knows you love her pretty face.

ღ- my pretty girl ju is your nickname for her and she won't admit that she likes it but she always responds to it.

ღ- loves it when you kiss her mole under her lips and when you play with her ears.

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ღ- very blunt and straightforward, but will say some very explicit things with a straight face and act like nothing happened afterward, which can be quite surprising to you every time it happens.

ღ- soft dom definitely.

ღ- likes to record you moaning and loves it when you send her videos with the sound on; she loves to listen to it like it's music to her ears. so don't ask her "what are you listening to?" bc it's different every time. it’s either music or you moaning.

ღ- has a sex playlist. (the song girl you loud by chris brown ft tyga is definitely on it top song fr).

ღ- she has a big thing on eye fucking you. (god her eyes are so pretty).

ღ- she loves to hold eye contact with you while eating you out.

ღ- even tho things are private she loves to sloppy kiss you anywhere be she gets a thrill out of almost being caught. she gets all cocky with that damn smirk on her face.

ღ- very touchy. hands on your lower back, smoothly moving you around grabbing your waist, having her arm around your shoulders and groping you through your clothing.

ღ- loves teasing 100% (you can't convince me she doesn't). "you like that baby? I know you do, you like anything I do to you."

ღ- since you're used to wearing shorts most of the time she loves it when you wear them around her. she gets hella touchy; grabbing your ass and roaming your body with her hands.

ღ- sends you dirty text messages about your volleyball uniform whenever you're practicing talking about how your ass jiggles every time you jump etc.

ღ- one hand on the stirring wheel other hand touching your thigh, running it up and down your thigh which always leads to car sex.

ღ- nothing gets her more turned on then when you grab her chin and make her look at you. like when your talking to her and she's not paying attention, just grab her face.

ღ- she cries while fucking you, be you're so good for her. (not elaborating).

ღ- when she's fucking you with her strap she loves it when you ride her; your titties all over her face and she can kiss your pretty face. also loves tribb-

ღ- she loves to be praised so she'll ask you "do you like that baby?" or "did i do good baby?" plus she has an obedience thing so when you tell her to do things and it can be something simple like "sit" she'll say "yes ma'am" every time.

ღ- she has a thing for hickeys but she can't really act on it be you two can't keep using makeup to cover it up if you both are going to sweat it off later.

ღ- you definitely leave hickeys all over her inner thighs (her thighs are so thick yall...) the first time you guys were intimate you left scratch marks on her back and she didn't even realize she had them until india pulled her to the side and told her.

fuck all that nonchalant shit she's really a lover girl, but let me shut up before i start yapping even more bc i didn't even mean to write all this... and i don't even know anything about volleyball shhhhhh.

[ovulatingonna]

IN THE PARTY, juju watkins.

cw: sexual content, fuckboy!juju, fem!reader, degradation, fingering, strap usage.

summary. Il A heated moment between exes turns into something neither of them can resist, as unresolved tension and lingering desire come to a head.

yonna's note | this is just them fucking not making love, so don't ask me about no damn after care. mkay??

The party was packed, the bass shaking the walls, and you? You were the center of it all. Every step you took turned heads, and you loved it. The dress you wore hugged you perfectly, barely covering what it needed to, and the way your hips moved? Yeah, people were definitely watching.

You’d lost count of how many drinks had been bought for you. Every time you laughed or tossed your hair, someone was quick to hand you another one. Not that you minded.

But then you felt it. That stare.

You didn’t even have to turn around to know it was Juju. She always had a way of making her presence known, even without saying a word. And right now? She was pissed.

Good.

She stood across the room, leaning against the wall with that same unreadable look she always had. Her jaw was clenched, her eyes locked on you like she was daring you to keep going. You could practically feel the tension from where you were standing.

And what did you do? You began testing the waters.

Hands on your knees, ass damn near falling out the dress. The crowd around you was eating it up, which irritated her more. Some random guy leaned in close, whispering something in your ear that you didn’t even bother to register. You were too busy making sure Juju saw every second of it.

It didn’t take long.

Before you knew it, a strong hand grabbed your wrist. The second you turned, you were met with those familiar dark eyes.

“Let’s go,” Juju said, her voice low.

You blinked, trying to act like you weren’t completely thrilled by how mad she was. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

She didn’t wait for a response. With a firm grip, she dragged you through the crowd, ignoring the curious stares and hushed whispers. The cool night air hit you as soon as you stepped outside, but it did nothing to calm the heat between you two.

Juju didn’t stop until you were at her car. She pushed you against the door, her hands planted on either side of you. Her eyes burned into yours, frustration and something else swirling beneath the surface.

“You think that was cute?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it was enough to send shivers down your spine.

You tilted your head, biting back a grin. “Maybe.”

That was all it took.

Without another word, Juju’s lips crashed against yours, and let’s just say you weren’t thinking about that party anymore.

-

You’re in the passenger seat, arms crossed, legs bouncing. Juju’s gripping the wheel like it did something to her. She hasn’t said a word since she dragged you out of that party, but the tension? Yeah, it’s loud as hell.

You bite your lip, sneaking a glance at her. She’s mad. Jaw tight, eyes straight ahead. But even through the anger, she’s fine as hell. And that? That’s a problem.

The car jerks a little as she parks in front of your place. Before you can say anything, she cuts the engine and turns to you, eyes burning.

“Get out.”

Her voice is low, steady. You know better than to argue. The second you’re through the door of your apartment, it slams behind you. You barely make it two steps before she’s on you — hands on your waist, lips crashing into yours like she couldn’t stand another second without it.

Your back hits the wall, and you gasp, but Juju doesn’t care. She’s pissed. And from the way she’s gripping you, she’s about to make sure you feel every bit of it.

“You really thought you could act like that and get away with it?” Her voice is low, but the look in her eyes? Yeah, you’re in trouble. All you could do was let out a faint hum.

"Fuck, you're still so responsive to me," Juju mutters, her hand sliding down to your pussy. You're already wet, your body eager for her touch. She slips a finger inside you, then another, pumping them in and out slowly. You moan, your head falling forward as she hits that spot deep inside you. "That's it, take my fingers like a good girl," Juju coos, her voice dripping with lust and degradation. You push back against her hand, your body chasing more of her touch.

Juju pulls her fingers out, and you hear the sound of her spitting, then her fingers are back, slick and sliding in and out of you easily. She leans down, her breath hot on your ear. "You like that, don't you? You like being my little fuck toy," she whispers, and you can't help but nod, your body on fire with need.

Juju pulls away, and you hear the sound of her rummaging through her bag. When she comes back, she's holding her strap-on, the one you used to love so much. She rubs the tip against your ass, then slides it down to your pussy, pushing it inside you slowly.

"Fuck, yes baby." You moan, your body stretching to accommodate her. Juju starts to move, her hips thrusting against yours, the strap-on filling you completely.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Juju groans, her hands gripping your hips tightly. She starts to move faster, her thrusts harder. You can feel the orgasm building, your body coiling tighter and tighter. Juju reaches around, her fingers finding your clit. She rubs it in time with her thrusts, and you're done for. You come hard, your body convulsing around her, your moans filling the room.

Juju doesn't stop, her hips continuing to move, drawing out your orgasm. She leans down, her teeth sinking into your shoulder. You cry out, the pain mixing with the pleasure, sending you over the edge again. Juju groans, her body tensing as she comes, her thrusts becoming erratic.

She pulls out, and you collapse onto the couch, your body spent. Juju falls down beside you, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She turns to you, a satisfied smirk on her face. "Next time, think before you act up," she says, her voice soft but firm. You nod, too exhausted to respond. Juju stands up, adjusting her clothes. "I'll see myself out," she says, and then she's gone, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the lingering sensation of her touch.

You lay there for a moment, your body still humming with pleasure. You know you should be mad, should push her away, but you can't help the way your body responds to her, the way your heart still flutters at the sight of her. You sigh, standing up and making your way to the shower. You have a lot to think about, but for now, you just want to wash away the scent of Juju, the memory of her touch. But you know it's futile. Juju Watkins is a part of you, whether you like it or not. And tonight was just a reminder of that.

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“𝐉𝐮𝐣𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐧!“ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐓𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫.

“Nope, you got it” shaking her head dramatically “What could you possibly even say that I don’t already know?”

“Come sit down next to me and you’ll find out” you stated, patting to the empty side of the chair facing your vanity.

Juju stood in the doorframe unamused “So what you’re saying is you’re keeping secrets from me?” her tone distraught as she grabbed her face in disbelief.

“Judea come sit down!” you protested, glaring into her soul.

She chuckled lightly, finally occupying the space next to you.

“Perfect” you beamed, starting the video placing the time limit for 10 minutes.

“Okay say it with me… we listen and we don’t judge” the two of you said in unison.

You took a deep breathe before facing Juju, holding back your laughter at her blatant expression.

“When we first started dating I had no idea what your real name was so I had to google it”

Ju’s eyes widened “You could’ve just asked me!”

“No that’s so embarrassing- don’t judge me”

“We listen and we don’t judge”

“Whenever you sleep in my bed and I find one of your lashes, I keep them in a container and take them with me whenever we have away games”

You gasped, looking back at the camera as if you’d get an audible reaction. “That’s sooo weird”

“You’re not allowed to judge me” she shrugged.

Trying to forget about all the times your lashes fell out and not a trace of them was ever found.

“I know I know” you sighed

“We listen and we don’t judge”

“When I was doing your bun for the final four and you kept complaining about how sticky your hair felt, and I said it was just because of the humidity. We actually ran out of your gel so I had to sneak and use conditioner”

“You used- yeah that’s enough” Ju protested, reaching to pause the video. “You can’t be serious”

“I didn’t want you stress about it! So I had to make a quick game time decision” throwing your hands up in defense

“That is not a quick game time decision.. baby you can’t use..”

Leaning in swiftly you pecked her lips to hush her worries. “No judging”

[wbbwhorez]

juju watkins smut and fluff hcs and ill marry u forever

Is that a threat or a promise?

[yailtsv]

Rivals - j.w

📜 Syn: you and juju were best friends....and then you committed to ucla

౨ৎ— warnings: juju pulling a diana ;)

౨ৎ— notes: i loved writing this lmao

౨ৎ— word count: 1.1k

౨ৎ— pair: juju watkins x ucla!reader

if someone told younger you that you and juju weren’t friends anymore, you would laugh in their face and tell them that jujus stuck with you forever.

but now your in your sophomore year of college being no contact with juju. so i guess the “jujus stuck with you forever”…didn’t last forever

—all because of a college decision too

you guys had offer’s coming in since freshman year of high school, but you guys obviously weren’t going to choose until senior year - you guys wanted to do it together, even if you were going to separate schools.

juju, she knew she wanted to stay in california, so that limited down her options by a bunch. you, on the other hand, had no idea what you wanted to do. you didn’t have a dream like juju with usc, well….you did, ucla, but juju would never allow that in your friendship. she HATES ucla.

so, you took all the school tours. you toured uconn, lsu, south carolina, texas, tennessee, you name it, you practically toured every school with a good women’s basketball program, but none of them stuck out to when you toured ucla privately.

it’s in california #1 so you would be close to all your family still, the campus was beautiful, the sun - warm, the blue and yellow together…yeah. you were in love with ucla, and have been.

you just never told juju since she’s been so vocal about her hatred towards that school.

but you knew you had to choose soon, decision day was just around the corner.

you over worked yourself your whole senior year, trying to find a school good for your major that also has a good basketball program, while also having to ignore your acceptance letter from your dream school.

your mom eventually intervened, saying “follow your dreams, do what’s best for YOU, not what’s best for juju. you guys will work this out i promise, but go to ucla & follow your dreams. you’ll regret it if you don’t go to your dream college all because your best friend seems to hate the school.”

and that’s how you decided to go to ucla. when decision day came around, that was the day juju found out. she thought you were committing to uconn seeing as you were talking about the program a lot but, you were wearing a ucla sweatshirt.

juju felt heartbroken and betrayed, 1. you didn’t tell her about that, when you guys tell each other everything. 2. ucla? the school she hates most?

that day you guys had a fight. in all of the years of being friends with her, of course you had meaningless arguments through the years, but this one wasn’t as meaningless.

juju took your college decision to heart, and she said hurtful things during the argument. that was the end of your life long friendship.

so as you can imagine, today is probably gonna be the worst day ever. being on the ucla women’s basketball team means, you have to play against usc. you have to play against her.

and today is the away game. todays the day ucla goes to usc. what’s worse, sharing a court with her again or having to share her court with all of her fans?

it’s now halftime, and the game is going exactly how you expected it to go but also 10x worse.

juju is putting up one hell of a fight, trying to prove that she’s better, that usc is better…but you’ve been fighting right back.

you’ve also been stuck to be the one guarding her as your coach said “you know her game better than any of us.” eugh.

this whole game as been her touching you when she doesn’t have to, whispering teasing words in your ear to make you mad, her showing off that she’s better than you

but you’ve also been talking trash back to her, and teasing her.

everyone on the court can feel the tension between you two, i mean they already had to pull you two apart once. everyone off the court could honestly probably feel the tension too.

with the 3rd quarter starting, you and juju were both back on the court, your coaches taking both of you guys out of “timeout”

…juju should have stayed in timeout though. she’s being a menace right now. she keeps grabbing onto you and pulling you, as a way of guarding i guess.

—but she’s also trash talking with that said trash talking only getting worse every time you ignore her.

“would you shut up? do you know how to do that?” you snap back to juju in response to something she whispered to you, before you steal the ball from her—running down the court and getting a lay up before she can catch up “who’s quiet now?”

getting juju worked up in a game is bad…but also kinda funny, cause you never know what she’s gonna do in response. she could play “bad cop” and just get mad and have to sit on the bench OR she could just do something that would be hilarious to her, or go viral…

juju chose the latter.

you both were standing in the middle of the court during the fourth quarter. you were arguing over a foul that should have been called…jujus playing dirty with you and has been getting away with it this whole game.

you and juju are both super heated, and before any teammates or refs could step in between you guys, she leaned down and kissed you…making you shut up.

immediately after, a ref is pushing you guys away from each other while juju just smirks - feeling accomplished.

everyone was recording the argument not knowing where it would lead to…and they all got the kiss on film.

so as you can imagine….you and juju are now trending and the clips are going viral.

after the game, you and your team just left. your team lost and you guys didn’t want to stay in a rival territory. even if the fan’s support both teams —you guys weren’t really in the mood to give autographs or take pictures after that loss.

juju was trying to talk to you before you left, but you just kept walking. why should you give her a minute of your time? she hurt you.

🔖 @authentic-girl03 @evry1luvzzae @bethsleftnip @rebecca-woso @shikaizer @hellokittyfeenie @niya500 @ch-3-rry

[ghettogirly]

𝑱𝑼𝑱𝑼 𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑺!𝑮𝑹𝑼𝑴𝑷𝒀 𝑿 𝑺𝑼𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑬!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑵𝑶𝑵 [2]

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-> summary: how does your relationship further with juju after that night?

-> authors note: hope you guys enjoy!

part 1 is here.

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- ever since that night, the dynamic between the two of you shifted.

- a couple of weeks past, although she still kept her distance. Yet, she stole glances at you whenever she could. You were back to your usual chirpy self, grinning at friends, constantly chattering about gossip or the latest updates on these reality TV shows.

- however this time, she saw you everywhere. more than before. she couldn’t escape you. she loathed it, yet, couldn’t pull herself away from wanting you.

- your intoxicating scent of a sweet, warm vanilla that follows you wherever you go; having the ability to attract anyone and everyone you want to. why would you even like her? you was the sun and she was the moon.

- she was the complete opposite: introverted personality, having few words to say and keeping to herself.

- yet, this was the effect you had on her. Juju Watkins - known for her nonchalance and cool on the court yet she’s sweating about a girl she’s only ever interacted with a couple of times?

- you noticed it too. Juju kept popping up everywhere. At cheer practice, in the library, even noticing her at the public cafeteria. It was weird.

- After the encounter, you were so embarrassed. Having a public meltdown was the worst way to go, especially in front of THE juju watkins.

- how would she like someone like you, who’s just ditzy and an airhead? you’re the complete opposite of her black cat personality.

- yet, a moment pulled you guys together.

- it was a friendly between USC and UCLA. They were known for being quite cocky and full of themselves, having big and shifty guards who could unfortunately, back up their shit talking.

- it was the 3rd quarter in the last minute, USC was leading 65-59. Two guards were locking up Juju from the point line, dashing forward Juju cut through one and then pulled back to do a mid range jumper from the second defender.

- a crash was heard from the court.

- there was juju laying in pain while clutching her shoulder, a dirty foul made as the second defender charged into her to block the ball. The whistle was blown and the coaches ran out on the court to escort Juju off the court.

- your eyes trail over towards juju who hangs her head low in the changing rooms. Analysing her face, you notice there was no tears falling down her cheeks - yet.

- You slowly creep in, placing your pom poms down on the bench to make your presence known - able to sneak off from the back row of the squad.

- Her head whips up, narrowing her eyes at you while you begin to walk over. “What are you doing here?”

- “I just wanted to see if you was okay, that was-“

- “I’m fine. It was a big fall, nothing serious.” The taller states, looking deadpanned as she begins to undo her laces.

- “Do you always do this with everyone? Just refuse to let people in?”

- Silence.

- Silence swept through the changing rooms as an answer was not given. Instead, the latter just shook her head and continued to untie her laces.

- “Things have been different since that night you helped me, i want to be there to help you also.”

- At this moment in time, you were sitting next to Juju, who still had her head hung low at this rate.

- “I just can’t let you in..”

- “but you can, you just need to trust me.”

- and in that instance, the tears came flooding down and there she was, crying in your arms,

- an eclipse was formed.

[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

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: Lucky Me

Pairing: JuJu Watkins x Reader

Fandom: USC Women’s Basketball

Raring: General Audience

Summary: juju’s very lucky… very lucky

🏷️: @isansstuff , @yailtsv , @nicebellee , @sitawita , @thatonesuschix , @vamptizm , @elalfywhore , @starfulani , @authentic-girl03 , @paige05bby , @paxaz535 , @azziswrld , @jadasogay , @paigeluvvr

The gym is still buzzing with energy from our win, the air thick with the scent of sweat and victory. USC fans are roaring outside, waiting for us to step into the tunnel, but before we get there, JuJu has me right where she always does—under her intense gaze.

We’re supposed to be answering questions at the post-game conference, but instead, she’s staring at me like I hung the stars in the sky.

Rayah, sitting between us, catches on quickly. “Yo, JuJu, you gonna answer that question or just keep drooling?”

JuJu doesn’t even flinch. She just reaches over, cups my face—right in front of cameras and reporters—and tilts my chin up slightly. “How are you this beautiful?” she murmurs, loud enough for the mic to pick it up.

A mix of laughs and “Awws” ripple through the press room, and I feel my face heat up. “Judea Skies Watkins, behave,” I whisper, smacking her hand away gently.

Rayah groans, rubbing her temples. “Y’all are so embarrassing.”

One of the reporters chuckles before asking, “JuJu, what’s it like playing alongside your girlfriend? You two seem to have a natural chemistry both on and off the court.”

JuJu leans back in her chair, grinning. “Man, where do I even start?” She turns to me again, and I already know she’s about to go off. “It’s the best thing ever. Not only do I get to hoop with one of the most talented players I’ve ever met, but I also get to share my life with her. Y’all see her out there—she’s a problem on the court, but off the court? She’s the sweetest, most caring, most beautiful person I’ve ever known.”

I shake my head, hiding my smile behind my hand, but she’s not done.

“I don’t think people understand how lucky I am,” she continues, her voice softer now, almost like she’s forgotten we’re in a press conference. “I’ve been blessed to have her since high school, and every day I wake up grateful. She makes everything better.”

Rayah exhales dramatically. “Bro…”

The room erupts in more laughs, but JuJu just shrugs like it’s nothing. Like she wasn’t just out here confessing her undying love in front of cameras and reporters.

When we finally escape, heading back to JuJu’s apartment, she’s still on the same type of time.

I’m sitting on her couch, scrolling through my phone, when she suddenly grabs my hand, tracing her fingers over my knuckles.

I glance up at her, already knowing what’s coming. “JuJu.”

She just hums, turning my hand over to press a soft kiss to my palm. “How are your hands so perfect?”

I groan, trying to pull away, but she grips my fingers tighter. “I mean it. Like, look at these fingers. They braided my hair last week, made me breakfast this morning, hit a clutch three in the fourth quarter—how are they real?”

“Judea…”

She grins, leaning in and pressing her forehead against mine. “Say it again.”

I huff, but I can’t help smiling. “Judea Skies Watkins.”

She shivers dramatically, eyes fluttering closed. “You got me weak, ma.”

Before I can respond, Deuce—her spoiled little Frenchie—jumps onto the couch, yipping excitedly.

JuJu immediately switches to baby talk. “Aww, Deucie! Did you miss your mommy? You wanna give mommy kisses?” She starts smothering his face with kisses, making him wiggle happily. “Who’s the bestest baby ever? You are! You are!”

I give her a look. “You’re ridiculous.”

She doesn’t even argue. She just grins and cuddles Deuce closer. “You love it.”

Later that night, I go live while doing Kiki’s hair. She’s sitting on the floor in front of me, and I’m parting her curls, waiting on Viv and Domi to show up with more braiding hair and gel. JuJu is still being JuJu, laying across the couch, eyes glued to me like I’m a masterpiece.

“She’s staring at you again,” Kiki says, amused.

I sigh dramatically, not even looking up from the section I’m working on. “I know.”

JuJu doesn’t even deny it. “And what about it?”

I shake my head, still focused on parting Kiki’s hair. “You’re in timeout.”

That gets a reaction. “Timeout? Baby, no—”

“You heard me. Timeout.”

JuJu gasps, clutching her chest like I just broke her heart. “Y’all hear this? She’s putting me in timeout just for loving her.”

The comments flood in instantly.

@USChoopfan: NOT TIMEOUT LMFAO

@JuJu’sWifey (not actually JuJu’s gf but we move): FREE JUJU

@RayRay’sluvrr: She deserves it, respectfully.

Viv and Domi finally show up, walking in with the supplies. The second they see JuJu pouting on the couch, they burst out laughing.

“What she do now?” Domi asks, sitting on the armrest.

“Existed,” Kiki mutters, making everyone laugh.

“She won’t stop staring at me,” I explain, finishing up a section.

Viv nudges JuJu. “Yeah, you gotta chill. Let the girl breathe.”

JuJu crosses her arms. “I can’t help it! Have you seen her?”

Domi groans. “Here we go.”

Viv smirks at me. “You really put her in timeout?”

I nod, smirking. “Had to.”

JuJu pouts even harder. “Y’all don’t love me fr.”

The comments keep rolling in, people eating up our antics.

@USChoopfan: NAH JUJU IS TOO FUNNY

@Kiki’swifey: Keep her in timeout for another 10 mins

@JuJuWatkinsFan23: She’s just a lover girl fr

Kiki snickers. “You gon’ let her out eventually?”

I sigh, pretending to think about it. “Maybe…”

JuJu groans dramatically. “This is the worst day of my life.”

Everyone cracks up, and even I have to fight back a smile. “Alright, alright. You’re free.”

JuJu perks up immediately, scooting closer like she’s been starved for affection. “So I can love on you again?”

I roll my eyes, but I don’t stop her when she leans in, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek.

She grins against my skin. “Lucky me.”

I shake my head, laughing softly. “Yeah, yeah. Lucky you.”

And honestly? Lucky me too.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️