#juju x reader

☆Warnings: smut, explicit language,

☆Description: juju lost a game and it was all your fault, you finally decided you wanted to make a point but what if it was at the wrong time, now she’s making you endure every last bit of pain she wants you to feel

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Juju was pissed, that’s not something that’s new but what is new is the way she handled it.

You and juju Watkins had been off and on for years, not that’s something that you want but that’s just how it is.

Of course she loses games from time to time that comes with the sport, but not with the way she lost this game, not with the way she fucked up and missed the easy lay up’s or the steals that she left open from poor lack of guarding the ball it was from who wasn’t on the court side bench watching her.

You.

Juju and you both got into arguments all the time but you always new to come to her games the next day no matter what but something changed that night,

The night you decided to give her hell.

“Who do you think you are to tell me who I can and can’t hang out with?” Is all you hear as you turn your back to look at juju, all you can feel is the reminders of how much you too are not together and haven’t been in years

“Oh so we’re doing that now uh?” You say as you lean against the back of the couch now having your arms crossed

“What? I haven’t been yours in what 2 years” she says stepping closing now feeling more confident as your stuck between her and the back of the couch.

“And last I checked you haven’t been mine either so what’s the issue” you hear her say with that smug tone she uses when she’s know’s she’s right in the worst situations for you.

“then I should start acting like it again” is the last thing you say before pushing your way past her arm and leaving out of her apartment.

Now understanding where she’s thinking you know exactly what you need to do.

And for her next game you didn’t show, not a text, no pregame kisses nothing. everything that was a ritual for a good game to happen didn’t happen because you didn’t show and she sure as hell noticed.

As the game was coming to an end and she knew she was going to lose she still looked at your chair see if the last minutes could still count but they didn’t.

As she opens her door to her apartment she notices you.

On the couch sitting there like it’s belongs to you, not to your ex girlfriend who you still hook up with two years later.

“What the hell are you doing here” she says as she drops her bag on the counter not moving a muscle

“Oh I was just waiting to see you after you game so we could hookup” you say as you turn you head looking back at her as you still sit on her couch not making yourself feel bad at all

“So your just not gonna come to my game and fuck it up and then except me to sleep with you?” She says letting out a chuckle of sarcasm not expecting this from you, not the girl who would tolerate anything Watkins gave her.

“ I thought that’s what hook up’s did? Only girlfriends would be there to support you at a game why would I be there Judea” you say, saying her real name

“That’s funny how you wanna act like that but call me my first name knowing I don’t let hookups do that”

That, that right there is when she realized you weren’t serious, just wanting to fuck her head up for the game and that made her more pissed.

“I-”

“Shut the hell up” is all you hear her say in her cold tone no longer trying to understand anything you say anymore.

As she crosses the room In front of the couch now towering over you, you start to realize she doesn’t want to argue anymore, she wants you endure the same amount of feelings she had waiting for you to give her that satisfaction.

“If I hear one word from you I’m not stopping until I’m tired” is all you hear juju say as she throws you over her shoulder not giving you time to even think about walking on your own.

“Your just mad” you say already knowing where this is going she’s mad and is gonna fuck you for a little and tell you to get out the next morning

“Oh so you thinking I’m joking” as she continues walking to the bedroom she throws you onto the bed now talking off her shirt, no foreplay or teasing

She remember ever ball that was missed because you weren’t in that courtside chair watching her now no way in hell was she gonna make you think you could pull something like that again

all she had under was her back sport bar, she began taking off her sweatpants now standing in front of you as you watch and only watch

“Take off your shorts” she says as she gets on the bed now by the end of the bed as your facing her, as you start to do as she said you start to feel how much more aggressive she’s speaking

She doesn’t say a word as she moves your body making you face the headboard pushing your body down 

“This isn’t somet-”

“You really don’t know when to shut the hell up”

Juju says as she lays her back down in between your legs her face, facing your pussy as it gets hotter by the second she lays there without doing anything

“ if I feel you sit on my face your not cuming so you better hold onto something”

Is the last thing you hear her say before you feel her tongue go into your core as her lips wrap around your clit not giving you time to warm up to anything. She lets go of your clit and pushes her tongue all the way in with no warning making you clingy around her within only the first 5 minutes.

“You know damn well your different from the rest” she say as she let’s go a little from you to speak against you sending the vibrations all the way down your legs

As you start the need to hold onto the headboard she moves her mouth up to your clit and starts sucking like it’s the sweetest flavor she’s ever had but while your distract by that she moves her middle finger closer to your core and starts to circle right in your intestines going back and forth as she doesn’t move from either sport

“Fuck ju-” is all you can say as your breath catches in your throat

“tell me what you what you want mama” she says now switching her entire tone knowing that right now you would rather her be mad at you then her playing into your delusion

But before you can say anything she sticks her middle finger all the way in curling it as she goes painfully slow as she continues sucking on your clit.

“Mhm just like that keep making those noises for me” is the only thing you hear not realizing you were moaning like crazy arching your back into her face daring not to sit but continuing to hold onto the headboard.

As you get close to your orgasm she doesn’t stop, if anything she goes the fastest she ever gone before making you a wreak of just moans and shakes.

“Ju I’m close, fuck I’m so close” as she hears that she puts another finger in now making it impossible to balance staying up

“Then cum” is the last thing you hear as you let out a mixture of different sounds of pleasure

But for some reason you start to fell overstimulated and that’s because juju never stopped, she is still going while you chase your high and is still going after you finished but she hasn’t yet.

“We’re not stopping until I cum”

Pairing: juju Watkins x volleyball player!Y/n

Fandom: USC WBB

Summary: A fav person , an annoying person, and a confession with a sandwich

A/N: its a juju ficccc

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It’s 12:17 a.m. when my phone rings; buzzing violently on my dorm desk like it has a personal vendetta against sleep.

Normally, I’d ignore it.

But the name flashing across the screen… JUJU 💛⭐️….makes something in my chest sit up and stretch like a cat.

I swipe before the second ring even finishes.

“Hello?” I mumble into the speaker, voice thick with sleep.

There’s a beat of silence, then that familiar low laugh washes through the phone and immediately dissolves the tension in my shoulders.

“I wake you?” Juju asks, smug and gentle at the same time; her specialty.

“No,” I lie. Badly.

“Uh-huh,” she says. “You sound like you got tranquilized mid-dream.”

“Can’t you go and bother someone else?”

“I could,” she says, then pauses. “But you’re my favorite person to annoy, so… not really.”

My face warms under the blanket even though she can’t see it.

“Juju,” I groan. “Some of us have morning lifts at 8.”

“Some of us have ACL rehab at 7:30,” she fires back.

“Which is why you should be asleep!”

“And yet,” she says, “here we are.”

Which means:

She couldn’t sleep again.

She’s been having a lot of those nights since the injury.

She says it’s not nightmares… just an itch under her skin that won’t let her rest. A buzzing. Restlessness that turns her ceiling into a battlefield.

So she calls.

And I answer.

Every time.

“Wanna hear something stupid?” she asks suddenly.

“That you called me instead of, I don’t know, literally anyone else with working brain cells?”

“That,” she says, “but also…. Team USA was today? Light workouts? They let me do some workouts but I mostly observed.’”

“That’s great, Juju!”

“No,” she says with a long exhale. “It freaked me out.”

My eyebrows knit.

“I don’t get it.”

“It’s like… if I’m healing, then I’m closer to getting back on the court. And if I’m closer to getting back on the court, then I’m closer to messing up again.”

My chest tightens.

There she goes, her voice dipping into that soft place she hides from the world but hands to me like something fragile.

“You’re not messing up again,” I say quietly. “You’re too stubborn.”

She laughs under her breath. “Stubborn doesn’t protect ligaments.”

“No,” I agree. “But it protects dreams.”

Silence. A warm kind.

“I wish you could see my face right now,” she murmurs.

“Why?”

“’Cause I’m smiling like an idiot.”

I swallow, heartbeat skipping.

Dangerously.

“Well good,” I say quickly. “Because clearly embarrassing you is the only thing I’m good at.”

“Not true,” she argues. “You’re good at volleyball. And pep talks. And being awake at midnight.”

“I wasn’t awake,” I remind her.

“Yeah,” she says softly. “But you stayed.”

I don’t have a response for that — at least, not one I’m brave enough to speak.

Which is probably why my eyelids start drooping mid-silence, and next thing I know, her voice sounds far away, like she’s talking down a long hallway.

“Hey,” she says. “Hey, don’t fall asleep on me.”

“M’not,” I murmur.

(This is, in fact, a lie.)

“You definitely are.”

“No,” I protest, drifting.

“Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“If you’re gonna fall asleep, at least tell me goodnight—”

Her voice fades out as everything softens.

I think I mumble something about pancakes.

Or maybe forks.

Definitely something stupid.

And then I’m gone.

I wake up to a vibration.

Then another.

Then—**

My phone rings again.

Same caller ID.

Same contact emoji.

Same sudden, intense jolt of alertness.

I scramble upright, hair everywhere.

“Hello?” I blurt out, much too loudly.

Finally, I’m greeted by a breathy laugh.

“You really knocked out on me,” Juju teases, voice warm, lighter than earlier. “I hung up ‘cause someone was done talking. But guess who wasn’t?”

I rub my eyes. “You called back?”

“Well,” she says, “I wasn’t done talkin’, yet.”

My entire face heats.

“You can’t say things like that,” I whisper.

“Why not?”

“Because,” I mumble, “I’m—awake now.”

“Perfect,” she says. “Keep me company.”

Decision-making? Gone.

Impulse control? Who is she? Never met her.

Suddenly, I’m starving.

I pad into the tiny USC apartment kitchen and start grabbing bread, peanut butter, Nutella, a banana — sleep be damned.

“What are you doing?” she asks, hearing the rustling.

“Making a sandwich,” I say. “A toasted Nutella, peanut butter, and banana masterpiece.”

A beat.

Then Juju groans dramatically.

“Oh my god. I want one.”

“Well…” I say, smirking even though she can’t see me, “that sounds like a personal problem.”

“Nope. It sounds like your problem,” she counters. “Because I’m coming over.”

“Juju—”

“The door better be unlocked,” she says. “I’ll be there in ten.”

I blink at my phone.

“You’re not serious.”

“So serious I’m putting on sweatpants.”

There’s shuffling. Keys. A determined huff.

“You think after teasing me with a toasted Nutella-PB-banana sandwich you can just hang up?”

“I didn’t tease you, I—”

“Baby,” she interrupts.

I freeze.

Baby.

She said it so casually, like she’s been calling me that for years.

Then I let out a soft yet nervous “hm, ju?”

“You left the door unlocked, right?” she asks.

“Yeah,” I manage. “Whatever. It’s open.”

“Good,” she says, voice low, playful. “Stay on the phone with me til I get there.”

About ten minutes later…

My kitchen smells like toasted bread and warm sugar. I cut the sandwich diagonally and set half on a plate, taking a tiny bite of the other half.

Ans then, the front door clicks open.

“Y/N?” her voice calls out, closer than the phone now.

“In the kitchen!”

She rounds the corner, hoodie half-zipped, curls in a messy bun, keys hooked on her finger. Her phone is still pressed to her ear even though she sees me.

Then her eyes drop to the plate.

“You didn’t.”

“I did.”

“Is that—”

“Yes.”

“Half?”

“Yes.”

“You saved me half?”

I shrug. “Wanted you to taste it while it’s warm.”

Her smile hits me right in the stomach.

She walks over, plucks the sandwich half off the plate, and takes a bite without permission.

A big bite.

“Juju!”

She chews slowly on purpose, eyes never leaving mine.

“Mmm,” she hums, “tastes like you love me.”

My heart stutters.

“You’re so annoying,” I mutter.

“You love it,” she fires back, nudging my shoulder with hers as she leans against the counter, chewing contentedly.

We share the sandwich, literally passing the last pieces back and forth like it’s a movie cliché we’re too sleepy to avoid.

When it’s gone, Juju licks a smear of peanut butter off her thumb and says, softer:

“Can I tell you something?”

My pulse jumps. “Always.”

She meets my eyes, and her voice loses all teasing.

“When I got hurt… everything felt like it stopped. Like the whole world kept moving but I couldn’t.”

She inhales.

“And you—you were the only thing that kept feeling steady.”

My throat tightens.

“Juju…”

“I’m serious, Y/N,” she says. “Every phone call. Every stupid joke. Every time you told me it wasn’t my fault even when I didn’t believe you…”

She steps closer.

“I think I started falling for you somewhere in all that.”

The room spins; slow, warm, dizzying.

I swallow.

Hard.

“You’re not just saying that ‘cause it’s 1 a.m. and you’re emotional, right?”

“No,” she whispers. “I’m saying it because it’s 1 a.m. and I’m finally brave enough.”

I feel every hair on my body stand on end.

I take a breath.

Another.

And then…

“I started falling for you freshman year,” I admit, voice shaking. “But then you became… you. Juju Watkins. Superstar. National name. And I didn’t wanna be distracting or clingy or—”

She presses her forehead to mine.

Close enough I can feel her breath.

“You’ve never been a distraction,” she murmurs. “You’re the only thing that makes me feel normal.”

My lips part, heartbeat in my throat.

“And also,” she adds softly, “you make really good sandwiches.”

I laugh.

Like the breathless and shaky kind of laugh, and she smiles like she’s memorizing it.

“So…” she says, thumb brushing the back of my hand, “what do we do now?”

I lift her hand, threading our fingers together.

“We eat,” I say.

“We talk.”

“And then maybe…”

I look up into her eyes.

“…you kiss me?”

Her cheeks flush.

“Oh,” she whispers. “I can definitely do that.”

And then she does.

Gentle.

Warm.

Slow, like she has all night.

Like she’s waited three years.

When she pulls back, she presses her forehead to mine again.

“This okay?” she breathes.

“This is perfect.”

She exhales, relieved, and nudges me back toward the counter.

“Good,” she whispers. “’Cause I’m staying. At least until the sun comes up.”

“Fine by me,” I say.

“Good.”

“Good,” I echo.

“Good,” she repeats, grinning.

We’re both smiling like idiots.

And somewhere between shared sandwiches, stupid jokes, late-night confessions, and a healing knee that doesn’t define her anymore

We finally, finally get it right.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!💚💙

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ★ — juju watkins x fem!reader . you talked back to her , and there were SERIOUS consequences .

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ★ — 18+ smut, dom!juju, brat!reader, punishment, rough fingering, choking (light), spanking, dirty talk, jealousy, face-grabbing, hair-pulling, aftercare, possessiveness, gxg, wlw

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ★ — the chain by fleetwood mac ( 2004 remaster ) .

You rolled your eyes.

And that’s when everything shifted. The room went quiet. JuJu's jaw clenched. Her gaze darkened like a storm pulling in fast and violent. "You wanna try that again?" she said slowly.

You scoffed from the bed, tossing the remote aside. “I said, maybe if you passed the ball instead of showin’ off every game, y’all wouldn’t be losing.” You were joking. Kinda. But JuJu? JuJu wasn’t laughing.

She stalked over to you in two long strides, grabbed your ankle, and yanked you down the bed until your back hit the sheets with a thud. "You think that mouth’s cute when it’s talkin’ back?" "Maybe I do."

Wrong answer.

Her hand slid around your throat, just tight enough to make you gasp, her body pressing down into yours. "Yeah?” she hissed, face inches from yours. “Then let’s see if it’s still cute when you’re moaning my name.”

You opened your mouth to sass her again, but her fingers were already inside you.

Two. Deep. Fast. No teasing. No build-up. Just punishment. Your hips jerked up off the bed. “F-Fuck—JuJu—”

She didn’t let up. Her other hand gripped your thigh, pinning you down like a warning. Her eyes stayed locked on yours, watching every twitch of your lips, every whimper you tried to hide.

"Talk back again," she growled, curling her fingers right against that spot that made your vision go white. “Say one moresmart thing.”

You whimpered, breath shaking. “I— I didn’t mean it—” She pulled her fingers out. Slap. Her palm smacked your pussy, making you yelp.

“Don’t lie,” she said. “You love pushin’ me.”

You nodded, tears springing in your eyes, mouth open like you couldn’t form a full sentence anymore.

“Yeah,” JuJu whispered, bringing her fingers back in, slow now, curling perfectly. “That’s what I thought. All that attitude… just beggin’ for me to fuck it outta you.” And she did.

Harder. Rougher. Until your moans weren’t even words anymore — just breath and broken little cries. Her name, again and again, caught on your tongue like it was the only thing keeping you alive.

When you came, your whole body arched. You grabbed her arm, thighs trembling, and she didn’t stop until she felt it — that deep, full-body kind of orgasm that left you twitching and babbling her name like a prayer. After, she kissed your forehead. Gently. Her voice soft.

“Still got somethin’ to say?” You blinked up at her, flushed and ruined. “...Thank you.” She smirked.

“That’s what I thought.”

an. first ever juju smut fic !! im actually rlly proud of myself

juju watkins x female!reader

Juju wasn’t hiding you.

You both agreed early on—your love was yours first. Not the world’s. Not for clout. Not for hashtags.

There were subtle things: the way she made sure you always had floor seats but never got caught on camera. The way her captions were vague, but the songs she chose on her stories said more than words ever could. The way her lock screen was you, but turned face-down when she was in the locker room.

You understood it. The world was watching.

And some parts of it? Ugly.

But she still showed you love loud and clear—just in spaces you two could breathe in.

The texts. The playlists. The handwritten notes slipped in your carry-on every road trip.

“Private,” Juju had whispered once while you sat on her lap, her arms wrapped around your waist, “doesn’t mean unloved.”

And she meant it.

But the world was about to see you anyway.

And neither of you were fully ready.

⸻

THE PHOTO

It happened after a win in Phoenix.

You’d flown in, surprised her in the tunnel—matching hoodie, sneakers, her old college chain around your neck—and hugged her so tight her knees buckled. She buried her face in your shoulder and exhaled like she hadn’t breathed in a week.

You didn’t know a fan caught it.

You didn’t know that moment—a hug, her hand lingering at your waist, your soft smile back at her—would go viral 36 hours later.

@WNBAUpdates:

Juju Watkins seen embracing mystery girl after Mercury game.

“She doesn’t do this with anyone. 👀”

🔥 or 🥶?

The comments spiraled.

“That better be her girlfriend or I’m gonna scream.”

“She looks so happy though??”

“OMG is this THE girl from her IG stories???”

“Please let this be real. I love this for her.”

“Y’all see the matching sneakers?? Yeah, that’s her girl.”

“Just say it already, Juju.”

Some were sweet.

Others… weren’t.

⸻

THE NOISE

Your phone blew up first.

Friends. Fans. That cousin who always said she “don’t really follow sports but saw your name on Twitter.”

Then came the DMs. Most were kind. Supportive. Curious.

But a few stung.

“She could do better.”

“Why do studs always pick girls that look like—”

“Not who I pictured for Juju.”

You didn’t cry. You wouldn’t give them that.

But it burned all the same.

Later that night, Juju called you. Her voice was tight.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” you lied.

“Don’t do that.”

Silence.

You heard her sigh.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For not… saying it out loud. For letting you be the secret in other people’s eyes. For letting the world talk before I did.”

Your throat tightened.

“I wasn’t ashamed,” she added. “I was scared.”

You waited. Let her find her words.

“Scared that if I gave them this piece of us, they’d try to ruin it. But now I see… they never had it to begin with. We do.”

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THE STATEMENT

Game day. National coverage. Juju walked into the arena in a crisp tan trench coat, black boots, and your name printed on her chain.

The cameras noticed.

But what really shook the world?

Her post-game interview.

After another 30-point performance, the reporter tried to slide it in smooth.

“You’ve been trending lately, off the court this time.

Any comment on the mystery girl from the tunnel?”

Juju smiled.

Calm. Confident. No hesitation.

“Yeah. That’s my girl.

She’s been my peace, my best friend, my biggest fan.

And I didn’t need the world to know to love her loud.

But now that they do?

Just know: she’s not going anywhere.”

The arena crowd—loud.

Twitter—exploded.

Your phone—unusable.

But none of it mattered more than seeing her step off that court, walk straight to you, and kiss you on the cheek in front of everybody.

“Hi,” she murmured, forehead pressed to yours.

“Hi, superstar.”

“You still mine?”

You smiled. “Always.”

⸻

“WE BEEN KNEW”

That night, Juju posted one photo on Instagram:

A blurry pic of you two holding hands at a food truck, laughing. No makeup. No angles. Just joy.

Caption:

been hers.

& she been mine.

love been loud—y’all just catching up. 💫

The comments were flooded:

“I KNEW IT. THE TUNNEL PIC WAS NOT A FLUKE.”

“This the soft launch and the full album drop.”

“They BEEN together huh?? 😭💖”

“I’m not jealous. I’m not. I’m happy for y’all. (lowkey jealous).”

“This is what peace looks like.”

⸻

HOME

Back at her apartment, wrapped in blankets and surrounded by takeout, you looked over at Juju.

“You good?”

She kissed your hand.

“I’m better now. You?”

You nodded. “Still private.”

“But not a secret.”

She smiled. “Never again.”

And when she pulled you into her arms and whispered “I love you” like it was the only thing worth saying, you knew—

The world could say what it wanted.

You and Juju? Solid.

Always had been.

Now everyone just… knew.

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Playing Games

JuJu Watkins x fem!reader

MASTERLIST | MORE

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You decide to prank JuJu with the “random girl” TikTok trend to see how she’d react.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ~ 0.3k

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Fluff, comedy, couple chaos

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Light language, intense flirting, fake jealousy

You’re feeling bold. Got your camera set up, low angle from the sidewalk, facing JuJu’s parked car. She’s inside, window halfway down, scrolling her phone and minding her business.

You smooth your hair, adjust your tank so your arm muscles pop a little more, and walk up slow with that fake “random girl” confidence.

Attempt 1

You tap the window with two fingers and she glances up.

“Hey,” you start in a sweet voice. “Are you single?”

She raises a brow, recognizes your voice immediately but plays along. “Yes,” she says too fast. “Yup. I am. No girlfriend. I’m so single. What’s up?”

You blink. “Oh, word?”

“Yeah, tryna be my girl or what?” She grins, hand already reaching to unlock the door like she don’t live with you.

You step closer, slow, and grip her hoodie through the window with one hand—bicep flexing just enough. Her smirk fades a little.

“Don’t play with me, JuJu.”

She sucks her teeth, laughing. “Aight, damn, let go of my hoodie, strong-ass.”

“Roll the window up.”

“I was tryna,” she mutters, hitting the button. “Here you go actin’ like a linebacker in public again.”

Attempt 2

You spin the block. Hoodie on this time. Lip gloss poppin’. Whole different vibe. You sneak back up and tap again.

She glances, confused, and rolls the window down slow.

You hit her with a smooth, “You’re so pretty… do you have a girlfriend?”

This time she squints like she wants to flirt but knows better. “Yes. Matter fact—watch this.”

She grabs her phone, dials you, and holds it up with a smug smirk.

Your phone starts ringing in your pocket. You try not to laugh. On speaker:

“Yeahhhh that’s my baby right there. Gimme a kiss.”

She lean in smiling.“No, th-this ain’t y/n.”

“What?” I says, still on the phone, still looking at her. “You lying.”

“This a random girl. You kissing strangers, Ju? Gimme a kiss girl.”

She sucks her teeth and leans out the window, pulls you down by the collar and kisses you, all soft and slow.

You pull back with a fake gasp. “Wow. Y’all see this? She just kissed me and I’m not even her girl.”

From inside the car: “Hang up my damn phone and get in before I embarrass you for real.”

You open the door, climb in, like you didn’t just do a whole improv scene on the sidewalk.

She deadpans to the camera. “Next time you try this trend, I’m rollin’ the window up on your fine ass.”

—☆ Parings: Juju Watkins x Reader

—☆ Warnings: none! fluff (a make out sesh but that's it) birthday special for the bday girl 🩷

—☆ One shot

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It was a rainy night, the sky was dim and the soft pitter-pattering of the rain was keeping y/n company. Today was her girlfriend's birthday, so of course, she'd prepare something special for her girl and that's exactly what she's trying to finish before Juju comes back home from practice.

She paced around the kitchen, trying to cook the steak, the mashed potatoes, and bake the cake all at once, switching from the pot, to the pan, then the oven -- she imagined something more... well, a more proper way that she'd handle this birthday surprise. But right now? It's not looking good, the steak was taking so long to cook, but she feels like it's burnt at the same time, the mashed potatoes were still... unmashed, and the cake has not been frosted yet.

She looked at the clock, biting her lips nervously. 6:30pm, Juju time outs at 7:00pm, she'd take a quick shower, so that's about ten minutes, and she'd drive back to their apartment. "7:45pm. I have to get my shit together by 7:45, alright, y/n LOCK IN!" She scolded herself before deciding to stop panicking and do her kitchen duties accordingly this time.

First, the mashed potatoes, she walked over to the pot before she started mashing the soft, boiled potatoes. Once everything was smooth and creamy, she gave it some seasoning and a little splash of milk, mixing it together until everything was combined before she took a spoonful and tasted it. "Well damn, if this doesn't get me a ring, I swear." She chuckled to herself, impressed with her cooking as she put the pot of mashed potatoes aside.

STRANGERS ⟢ juju watkins .ᐟ

request ౨ৎ pleaseeeee give us juju x ucla!reader, i miss what could've been 💔

content ⟢ angst, typical ucla vs usc beef, enemies with benefits, mentions of past sexual encounters, nothing too detailed tho!

serenity says ໒꒱ inspired by strangers by ethel cain. since i lost the first draft of this, i rewrote it with a different approach and tbh, i like this one more!

you officially met juju in 2023. you’d known of her long before that— back when the two of you were just getting started in high school, already grabbing people’s attention. in college, you were the new girls who weren’t supposed to dominate so early, yet still breaking records like it was nothing, each game being another chance to prove you weren’t just hype.

playing games | JUDEA SKIES WATKINS

say it | TORY LANEZ

The car smelled like fresh leather and a faint trace of her favorite vanilla lotion. You were parked in the Starbucks drive-thru line, the soft beat of some R&B playlist filling the space. Juju was in the driver’s seat, one hand draped over the steering wheel, her other hand scrolling lazily through her phone. She looked relaxed, hoodie half-zipped over a black tank top, her gold chain catching the dim glow of the dashboard lights.

You sat next to her, sipping the last of your drink from earlier, trying to act unbothered. You had no business liking her—not with how she moved, always so nonchalant, keeping her business locked tight. She didn’t talk much about who she was into, but you knew there were people. There had to be. Juju wasn’t the type to be single for long.

She glanced at you, her expression unreadable. “You gon’ order somethin’, or you just sittin’ there wasting time?”

Her voice was smooth, teasing but not harsh. That was Juju—always walking the line between chill and cocky, making it impossible to tell if she was joking or dead serious.

You shrugged, trying to match her energy. “I don’t know yet. Why you pressed?”

She smirked, leaning back in her seat, her eyes lingering on you just long enough to make your chest tighten. “I’m not pressed. Just think it’s funny how you never know what you want.”

Her tone was light, but the way she said it felt like it meant more. That was Juju all over. She could say the most normal thing and make it sound like a challenge. She Like she was waiting for you to crack under her gaze.

“Ju…can we talk ?”. She puts her phone down slowly, turning her whole body to face you, one eyebrow slightly raised. The playful smirk fades into something softer—still confident but more present. "Aight, talk to me. What’s up?" Her voice is lower now, that same smooth tone but with an edge of concern. She reaches over and turns the music down without breaking eye contact. "You look like you ‘bout to say some real shit." A pause. "…I’m listening."

“Are you mad at me or something?”. Juju narrows her eyes, studying your face. She always did this, seeing if you were bullshitting or not. "Nah, I'm not mad. Why you think that?" There's a hint of amusement in her voice, like she knows where you're going with this. “Cus sometimes you can be a little … rude”

Juju leans back against the door, her smirk coming back with a vengeance. That cockiness is back. "Rude huh?" She chuckles. "Or are you just sensitive?" “No I thinks it’s you” you said eyeing her.

She crosses her arms, but there’s a glint of playfulness in her eyes.

"Aight, let me guess—you want me to soften up? Baby girl, this is just how I talk." She shrugs. "But if you really think I’m being mean… maybe you just can’t handle the realness." Then she cracks a smirk and nudges your shoulder lightly. "Or maybe you like it." “Ju, I’m serious. And if that’s how you talk…then you gotta lock in man”

She exhales through her nose, running a hand over her locs before looking at you dead-on.

"Baby girl. You know I love you. Always have." Her voice drops the joking edge for once. "But yeah—I’m like this ‘cause it’s fun, not ‘cause I’m tryna hurt your feelings."

Pause. She tilts her head, gauging your reaction. "So… we good? Or you still wanna fight about it?" Her smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth again—she can never stay serious too long. “Yea, we’re good. But stop looking at me like that”. I blushed

She full-on grins now, leaning in closer just to mess with you.

"Like what? Like this?" Her voice drops lower, teasing but knowing exactly what she’s doing. "Nah, nah—you started this. You can’t call me out and then get shy."

She laughs and finally leans back, flicking your forehead playfully. "Man… you lucky I ACTUALLY like you."