#jujuballin

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 — juju watkins x reader!uconn!player

ꨄ — summary: a game between usc and uconn brings juju right to the girl of her dreams—literally and then a moment between the two of you during the game goes viral

ꨄ — word count: 2.07k

ꨄ — warnings: none

ꨄ — authors note: this is shorter than i wanted but it's getting me out of my slump so take it, or leave it. or don't.

for the game bit, i didn't know if it was a shooting foul or a defensive foul, so excuse that.

JuJu knows exactly who you are. She's known about you for years, followed your career, replayed your highlights; you were it for her.

In a way she hadn't thought about, it was kind of weird that JuJu “admired” someone who was only a year older than her. But, in her defense, you were basically the second coming of A'ja Wilson.

And it was also a little strange for JuJu to “admire” someone whom she could never seem to beat.

There was only one player who could block JuJu's shots, and it was you.

Every match-up between you and JuJu, you had always managed to block half her shots and walk away with the win.

It drove JuJu crazy—in the best way.

After 4 state championships and whispers about you committing to USC—which excited 17-year-old JuJu—you instead committed to UConn.

Despite being initially upset that you chose a college hours away, JuJu followed your entire freshman year. But something else happened during the year you were gone.

JuJu started dreaming about you.

And not just a pop-up of you in her dream—though that was weird too. Her dreams were literally about you.

Her sitting courtside, watching your game, then all of a sudden JuJu's on the court and you're walking towards her with a big grin.

Or, late night drives, windows down, music playing softly in the background, JuJu thinks she's by herself, then she feels someone grabbing her hand, and there you are. Holding JuJu's hand, smiling softly at her and leaning in. Then she wakes up.

It drove JuJu crazy—and not in the best way.

You led UConn to the final four, but with Paige and Azzi and the other players out with injuries, your run was ended by the Stanford Cardinals.

Still, you had an outstanding freshman year, being named Freshman of the Year, with WBCA, The Athletics and BIG EAST, along with receiving many other awards—almost as much as Paige, which you constantly bragged about.

JuJu, of course, liked every post about it, and she had fully accepted that her dreams were now full of you and were not going away. Not that she wanted them to, JuJu knew that her dreams were the only way she could be that close to you.

She hadn't planned on telling anyone about her dreams of you, but after Rayah suggested truth or dare as team bonding and Dominique asked JuJu what was an embarrassing secret she had, the dream thing just slipped out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

And yes, it was embarrassing that JuJu still dreamt about you, even though she was technically grown now.

The team went crazy, and from then on, they constantly poked fun at JuJu by playing your highlights or turning on your games.

The first time USC faced UConn, you were out with a sprained ankle, JuJu knew you had been hurt, and even though she had tried to stay focused, she couldn't help herself and kept glancing over, something that your teammates took advantage of, and they pulled through, advancing UConn to the Final Four.

After the game, your teammates told you about JuJu constantly looking in your direction, and even though you didn't know JuJu that well, you remembered that getting to play against her was always a good time.

You hugged her after Paige, telling her that she did good, and that you looked forward to playing against her next year. JuJu kind of froze, having your hands on her waist, but she snapped out of it and smiled back at you.

JuJu won many awards and Freshman of the Year, which you liked and reposted—you were just returning the favour, you know?

That off-season, you and JuJu seemed to be meeting everywhere. Filming videos, ads and doing collabs, but JuJu still couldn't quite find the courage to actually talk to you.

She would talk around you. Then, when you were asked a direct question, she would tune out and stare somewhere else so that she didn't draw attention to herself by staring at you like a puppy.

The season started again, and you knew. It was time to win a National Championship.

It was Paige's last year, and after the devastating loss just months ago, you knew Paige wasn't leaving without a natty.

Then it was time. USC was playing against UConn.

JuJu couldn't wait. She dreamt about the moment she could play against you, remembering what you had said all those months ago. She was counting down the days till she could see you.

You were excited.

You haven't played against JuJu since high school. But you do remember always walking away with the win, and you had no doubts that this time was no different.

Practice that morning was intense, but in a good way. A way that had your muscles moving, and your brain was already starting to enter game mode.

In the locker room, KK and Paige had zeroed in on you and had started talking about JuJu.

KK slid up to your locker and said, “Soooo…”

You raised your eyebrows, “Can I help you, KK?”

Paige stood on the other side of your locker. “So, how do you feel about going up against your admirer?” Paige wiggled her eyebrows, clearly insinuating something.

You frowned, “Admirer?”

“You know, JuJu,” KK grinned

You stopped frowning, and your face settled into something between recognition and amusement, “Ohhhh, JuJu.”

Paige and KK shared a look, clearly looking for something juicy.

“What about her?” You shrugged

KK gave a deadpan look, “Girl, boo, what do you mean ‘what about her?’ ”

Paige quickly cut in, “She has a crush on you.”

You shrugged again, “So?”

Paige and KK shared another look, then in unison they yelled, “So?!”

“She doesn't have a crush on me.” Paige and KK opened their mouths to interrupt, but you ignored them and continued, “Just because you caught her staring at me during one game, doesn't mean she likes me.”

“Uh—” KK went to say something, but you cut her off again.

“And, even if she did, it doesn't matter.”

Paige and KK stared blankly at you, KK in slight annoyance from being interrupted so many times.

“We're just playing basketball, and that's all that matters when we're on the court. Not some silly crush you two think JuJu has on me.”

You looked between them, making sure the message got across, then you grabbed your stuff and walked off.

Later in the day, the team had one last shoot around before heading back to their dorms to nap, eat, shower, whatever.

You did all those things, getting well rested before the game, then fuelling your body with good food before jumping in the shower. While in the shower, you started thinking about what Paige and KK said. Did JuJu actually have a crush on you?

You weren't dumb enough to let your thoughts be all about JuJu before a game (knowing it would only distract you), but you gave yourself a couple of minutes to really think about it.

You had convinced yourself she didn't like you, especially because in the past, she seemed dead set on not having any interactions with you at all. And if you did have to talk, it was limited. You had thought that maybe JuJu didn't like you, but what if it was, in fact, the opposite, and she really liked you?

Getting out of the shower, you wiped all thoughts about JuJu from your mind and got ready for the game.

Showing up in your team gear, lash extensions brushed out perfectly, hair sleeked into a tight ponytail, your hair swinging satisfyingly behind you. Your lip gloss caught the light just right, and you took some quick pictures before the game with some early fans, then headed inside.

The girls were inside, most of them doing their pregame rituals. You did yours, then CD told you it was time to leave and start warm-ups. You all lined up and ran out.

Warm-ups were solid. Despite the initial nervousness you always get before every game, it, like always, went away by warm-ups as you got distracted by Paige yelling “Butterfly” right in your ear.

JuJu's eyes were trained on you as she watched you during your warm-ups. She had to be knocked out of it multiple times by her teammates because her staring was starting to get concerning looks from everyone around her.

Soon enough, the game started.

It was a bad game from the start. UConn just wasn't connected like they usually were. But thank God for you, right? Or thank A'ja Wilson?

You were blocking shots like they were nothing. Swatting them into the stands like it was the championship game. When you blocked the shots, you quickly grabbed the ball, kicking it out to your teammates and hoping they pulled through.

The team fed off your energy, and UConn started making a comeback. For the first two quarters, Geno had put Paige on JuJu, but after seeing the shots you were blocking, he swapped the two of you.

And then, the viral moment.

Someone on USC's team jumped for the rebound, then kicked it out to JuJu, who was on the three-point line. You knew she was gonna shoot it and had already jumped up, and just as she released the ball, you swatted it, sending it flying to the other side of the court.

And, usually, that would be the viral moment. “#15 blocks #12 JuJu Watkins,” but instead, it was the next moment that went viral.

Because of the direction you jumped, you landed on the other side of JuJu, but the force of you (basically) flying past JuJu, sent her tumbling onto her back.

The whistle blew, and you turned around to see the ref call a shooting foul on you. Now, you knew you hadn't touched JuJu, but judging by where the ref was standing, you could see why he thought it was a foul, but that didn't stop you from getting angry at how blind the ref was.

You stepped over JuJu's body, one foot planted between her legs, the other planted by her side. You stood over her, waving your hands, yelling at the ref.

JuJu was leaning up slightly, shamelessly looking up at you, like you were some kind of goddess from another dimension. From JuJu's perspective, she could see the sweat dripping down your face, and it made you look like a glazed donut. Your legs were smooth, and JuJu could see the muscle definition in them, even in your arms. Thank God for the gym. Or thank Geno? Or thank you? Either way, thank you for blessing JuJu.

Your hair was swaying slightly and JuJu couldn't stop staring, mouth agape as she half-listened to you yelling at the ref.

You didn't want to get a tech, so you turned to Geno and gestured to the ref, only to see that Geno was already making his way over, nodding his head and walking over to challenge the foul.

You calmed slightly at that and turned to JuJu, who was still staring at you like you hung the stars and the one you were still standing over. You moved back slightly and extended your arm down to her. JuJu snapped out of her awe and grabbed your hand. You pulled her up and placed your hand on her hip, tapped her twice and muttered, “Sorry.”

JuJu's face flushed as she felt your hands on her, then you grabbed her waist and moved around her, walking over to Geno and the gathered refs.

JuJu gulped, then grabbed her jersey and started fluffing it to calm herself down.

Yeah, that was the part that went viral. “#12 JuJu Watkins flustered from #15?”

She walked over to the huddle with her teammates, but gazed back at you and watched as you stood watching for the results of the challenge.

That moment. The feeling of your fingers pressed into her waist, and the slight rasp in your voice when you apologised.

JuJu was obsessed. Her dreams were nothing compared to real life. And now she wanted—no, needed—more.

UConn ended up winning. By one. 72 - 73.

It was close, but after another block from you, the ball fell right into Paige's hands. You immediately sprinted to the other end, and after Paige sent a no-look pass to you, you hit a 3-point shot and got the win.

It seems even in college, JuJu still can't seem to beat you—and she loves it.

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 — juju watkins x reader!fwb

ꨄ — summary: a fwb situation with juju turns into something more when she spots you, drunk and laughing, with kiki rice

ꨄ — word count: 3.6k

ꨄ — warnings: drinking, smut, choking, hair pulling, fingering, juju is a eater, scissoring, i think that's it

ꨄ — authors note: can y’all tell i’m in my juju era right now?

first time writing smut, if it's good tell me, if it's bad lie to me. but it is my first time so don't have high expectations

also, please answer this because i need feedback. do y'all like the backstory's or are yous just thinking ‘shut tf up and get to the point?’ please let me know

Walking into the party that night, you knew JuJu would have something to say.

First, she would reply to your story. A picture of your outfit, she would compliment you, tell you how good you look and then ask where you were going. Then, when you didn't reply, she would double down and ask why you weren't replying, and be more insistent on knowing where you were. Then she would finally check your location and find out that you were in Westwood. At a UCLA party.

You met JuJu in freshman year. You were both in the same communications class—a class that you only took because it was an easy pass. She showed up late, hood pulled up, and her gym bag dragging behind her. The professor in the class gave her a pass because it was only the first week, and she was an athlete, so that made it okay, right?

Wrong.

In the first couple of weeks, you didn't like JuJu. She sat next to you and was always either sleeping or on the verge of sleeping (which you could kind of excuse because her schedule seemed pretty hardcore), but when she was awake, she constantly bothered you.

One day, she would ask for a pencil, then 5 minutes later she would ask for an eraser, then 10 minutes later she would ask for a pen. Other days, she would be eating snacks, and the loud noises of her munching in your ear would throw you off and cause you to lose focus.

It annoyed you to no end, but one night, everything changed.

Your roommate had invited you out to a USC women's basketball game, and after taking the dub, you headed to an after-party that someone was throwing in honour of the win.

JuJu had shown up while you were in the middle of downing a shot, and after you tipped back a couple more shots and JuJu downed half the liquor, she found you.

The two of you hit it off. The energy between the two of you being very flirty. Sober you wouldn't have even looked JuJu’s way, but drunk you? Well, she suddenly had an interest in how good JuJu’s arms looked in her tight black top.

That night, the tension between the two of you had finally snapped, and you woke up in JuJu’s bed, clothes thrown all over the room, marks already coating your body and a very naked, sleeping JuJu lying next to you.

You snuck out and tried to remain casual about the whole thing but JuJu wouldn't let you. If you thought she was annoying before, well, now she was doubling down.

Everywhere you went, JuJu was there. Which seemed almost impossible considering the campus was huge, but JuJu found a way.

She was everywhere. The dining hall, your classes, your off-campus lunch spot, and even lingering in the hallway outside your dorm. You couldn’t shake her. Then, you went to another party.

A smaller one. More intimate. And, of course, JuJu was there.

You were slightly less drunk than the first time, teetering on the edge of tipsy, but it still happened.

You woke up in JuJu’s bed, clothes thrown all over the room, deeper marks on your skin, like she was trying to make you remember that it happened, but this time, JuJu wasn't sleeping. She was awake, staring at you.

She proposed a friends with benefits situation, which you at first shut down because the two of you were not friends. But after some persuading—which was really just more sex—you agreed.

It was a way for JuJu to release her pent-up energy from basketball, and a way for you to release your stress from school—and it was also the only way you tolerated JuJu.

JuJu, when she was slightly tipsy, speaking to you in that low tone that made your knees weak and gripping your waist like you were about to run away—which, to be fair, sober you probably would run away—that JuJu was tolerable.

But any other version of JuJu drove you completely insane.

Your friends-with-benefits situation has been going on now for a little over a year. And from the beginning, lines were drawn. You didn't make small talk or try to have deep conversations. You didn't ask if she was sleeping with other people, and she didn't ask you either. Not that you were—you had enough on your plate already, you didn't need to add a relationship to that.

What you had with JuJu was perfect. You get all the sexual benefits of a relationship without having to actually be in a relationship.

It worked perfectly for JuJu as well. She certainly didn't have time for a relationship, what with basketball taking all her time. And you didn't care about what she was doing. The only thing you were focused on when it came to JuJu was how fast she could get your clothes off.

But somewhere along the way, your situation started turning into something else.

Suddenly, JuJu was trying to make small talk, and she wanted to have deep conversations. She would ask if you were sleeping with someone else. She would ask you about the girls you would talk to. She would ask questions about you, and she seemed to remember almost everything you said.

It was weird.

Because that wasn't the kind of relationship the two of you had. It was hot, sweaty, could still feel her in the morning, sex. Not a meaningful, genuine, remember-your-drink-order relationship.

It confused you at first, but eventually, you started to like it. And you, unknowingly, started to replicate her behaviour and started to want to get to know JuJu.

You learnt that she had an irrational fear of injuring herself, that basketball, despite how stressed she looked during games, was her peace and her safe place. You learnt that she drew, but she never showed anyone; it was something private, just for her. You learnt that she's not a loud person at first; she has to be comfortable with you.

One thing she kept to herself was that she didn't like it when you talked to other people. Not just girls. Anyone. She wanted to have all your attention. It made her feel a certain way when you, the focused scholar who never got distracted, dropped everything to spend time with JuJu. Even if “spending time” was having sex, at least it was with her.

And if you did talk to other girls? JuJu was right there, hand on your hip, her presence a constant reminder to others that you weren't exactly available. She never said anything, but her silence spoke volumes.

One major thing you learnt pretty early on was how much JuJu hated UCLA.

If there was one thing JuJu was passionate about—aside from basketball and drawing—it was her hatred for UCLA.

There was no particular reason at all, just that there were two very good, very popular schools in LA, which meant there had to be a “better” school. Going to USC meant that it was basically mandatory for JuJu and every USC student to hate UCLA and vice versa.

Which is how you knew that walking into a party in Westwood, a party thrown by Kiki Rice, the staple girl of UCLA, that JuJu would be blowing your phone up the second she checked your location.

You wouldn't be surprised if JuJu pulled up. It gave you a kind of thrill that you didn't get from anything else when you imagined JuJu showing up just for you. Showing up in her rival's city, to a party for her rivals, just for you. To see you and leave with you and make sure that you weren't entertaining anyone else.

A shiver went up your spine as you felt your phone buzzing in your pocket.

You already knew JuJu was on her way.

By the time JuJu pulled up, you were gone.

Not gone-gone, like left. Liquor gone.

You had paced yourself at the start, knowing JuJu would be showing up soon. You stuck to fruity mixes only, then a game of beer pong went sideways, and suddenly, you were shaking ass on your friend in the lounge, people hyping you up from all around.

You took shot after shot, getting drunker by the minute and continued to dance, then you took a break and found yourself standing in the corner, talking to a girl.

A girl who almost looked familiar, but you couldn't quite place her.

You were drunk off your ass, and everything was funny.

That's how JuJu found you. Laughing your ass off in a corner with Kiki fucking Rice.

She froze mid-step and watched both of you. Kiki had a small smug grin on her face as she watched you, and you had your head thrown back, mid-laugh.

JuJu's jaw clenched, and she brushed through the crowd like they weren't even there. She came up and slid a hand around your waist, pulling you back into her, all while staring Kiki dead in the eye.

You felt a hand slither around your waist, and when you turned around and saw JuJu, you lit up like a christmas tree and squealed, “Hi Juuuuu.”

You dragged out the nickname and wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her down to your height.

“Hey, mama,” JuJu mumbled back. She felt you press light kisses to her jaw, but she kept her focus locked on Kiki.

Kiki watched the interaction with a clenched jaw, jealousy swirling in her eyes.

JuJu smirked inwardly, then she said, “You good?” JuJu stared down at Kiki, not breaking eye contact. It was a simple question, but the way she said it held weight.

She was staking her claim.

JuJu hadn't spent a year fucking you and getting to know you for Kiki Rice to come out of nowhere and think she could have you. That was unacceptable. And JuJu had to make sure that Kiki really understood.

Kiki didn't answer the question—not that JuJu really cared. JuJu grabbed your jaw and brought your lips to hers. JuJu had to make you feel her. She had to make you understand what she was feeling. She brought one hand to your waist, the other slid lower and gripped your ass.

It was a hungry kiss, one that had your head spinning once JuJu pulled away, and you blinked slowly, still reeling from the kiss.

Kiki had walked away some time ago, not that either of you cared.

JuJu leaned down and placed her lips by your ear and whispered, “If you go to another UCLA party and flirt with Kiki Rice again, you won't be walking for weeks. That's a promise, baby.”

Your knees went weak hearing what JuJu said, and you gripped her tighter. “Take me home, Ju.”

“Oh, I'll take you home, alright,” JuJu mumbled, then she grabbed your wrist and held on to you tightly as she made her way out of the party.

You felt a sick feeling of satisfaction roll over you as you got into JuJu's car. You didn't know what JuJu had planned for when you got home, but you couldn't wait.

The door slammed against the wall as you and JuJu crashed into her apartment. Lips locked, hands roaming each other's bodies. JuJu pushed the door shut again with her foot and continued to make out with you.

JuJu's hands settled on your ass, squeezing and pulling you closer. Your hands were wrapped around her neck, gripping her hair, and listening to the soft groans JuJu let out when you pulled tighter.

JuJu grabbed your hips and lifted you with one hand, your legs quickly wrapping around her waist. Her other hand came up and gripped your throat, not squeezing, just settled there, an indication that if she wanted to, she could.

JuJu walked to her bedroom and threw you onto the bed. She made quick work of removing your clothes. Before she did, she paused and took a mental picture. She wanted to take a minute to really appreciate your beauty, but you were whining for her attention, so she moved faster and got rid of all your clothes till you were left in just your bra and panties.

You moaned at the feeling of JuJu's jeans pressed against your core. You needed JuJu right now.

JuJu rocked her hips against yours, illicitng another moan from you. She cooed, “Oh, baby. Do you need me that badly?”

You nodded embarrassingly fast, but you didn't care. You didn't go through all that trouble just to not get fucked dumb by JuJu. You didn't care about anyone or anything else; you just needed her.

JuJu could feel how wet you were through your panties, and she reached her hand down and pressed her fingers against your clit, “You're so wet, mama.”

You gasp, and JuJu takes the chance to stick her tongue in your mouth and kiss you senseless, “Is that for me? Or is that for Kiki?”

You shake your head, slightly dizzy from the way JuJu is still pressed against you, “No, no, all for you, Ju.”

“That's right, mama. She can't get you this wet, can she?” JuJu reached down and cupped your pussy in her hand, “Nah uh, no, she can't. This is all mine.”

You grinded against her hand, trying to get some sort of relief, but JuJu's hand disappeared just as quickly as it appeared.

JuJu leaned down and started kissing your neck. You choke on a whimper when she reaches your sweet spot, and she stays there, biting, sucking, and licking until you could almost feel the mark form.

She kisses all over your neck while her hands come up and pull your bra down, your tits spilling out, and a groan rumbles deep in her throat when her hand reaches your nipples.

Her lips trail down, and her mouth latches onto one of your nipples, while her free hand fondles the other one.

And like clockwork, JuJu's hand wanders away from your tits and moves south. Her hand traces down your sides, over your ribs, rubbing circles on your hips until it settles between your legs.

JuJu nudges her fingers against your core, and you whine, loving the feeling of JuJu but needing more.

JuJu's fingers trace your clit, her fingers pinching your bud to make you gasp before she slides her fingers in. They go in with little to no resistance because of how wet you are, and she ends up almost knuckle deep in your pussy. Her thumb comes to rest on your clit, knowing that's what you like.

Your walls flutter and squeeze around her fingers, and JuJu groans, “You feel so tight, mama, you feel so good.”

Your walls squeeze tighter at her words, and JuJu moans, “Damn baby, you were made for me, I swear.”

She pushes her fingers deeper, and they find that gummy spot that always makes your head spin and your toes curl.

You moan and wrap one hand around her neck to pull on her hair, and the other hand wraps around her bicep to pull her closer.

Her fingers work in and out of you, bringing you closer and closer to your climax. Desperate for your release, your hips grind against JuJu's fingers.

“You gonna come, baby?” JuJu said, in a silky sweet tone that meant she already knew the answer, she just wanted you to say it.

You mindlessly nodded and moved your hips faster until JuJu pulled her fingers out, and you whined, “Ju, please.”

JuJu laughed mockingly, “What do you think this is, mama? Who do you think I am?”

JuJu stuck her fingers in your mouth, “Suck.”

You quickly got to sucking her fingers, moaning at the taste of yourself.

JuJu, now knuckles deep in your mouth, said, “You thought you could get away with going to a UCLA party and flirting with Kiki Rice? You thought I wasn't gonna punish you for that?”

Your mouth was stuffed so you couldn't answer, but JuJu didn't want you to. Her head came down, and she started kissing your sternum, and moving down, closer to your core.

Her hands came out of your mouth and wrapped around your throat, her fingers leaving a trail of spit from your mouth to your neck.

You moaned loudly as JuJu's mouth wrapped around your bud and started sucking. JuJu's free hand lifted one of your legs onto her shoulder to bring her closer to what she wanted.

She licked a fat strip from your entrance to your core, and your hips jerked up into her face. Your hands came down, gripped onto JuJu's hair, and you had to refrain from pushing her face into you.

JuJu moaned, “You taste so good, mama.”

You whined and couldn't help but grind your hips into her mouth.

Her tongue moved through your folds slowly, licking and sucking till she reached your clit, where she wrapped her lips around your bud again and sucked gently.

“Fuck, Ju.” You let out a choked moan, gripping her hair tighter while your leg dug into her back and pushed her closer. JuJu's hand gripped your thigh, keeping it close enough for JuJu to reach your core and something JuJu can hold on to while she worked on you.

Because your orgasm was snatched away the first time, it didn't take much for JuJu to get you there with her tongue. You let out a high-pitched gasp as JuJu continued working through your orgasm. It felt so fucking good.

JuJu's hand that was on your throat, squeezed and forced you to look down and watch as JuJu lapped up your arousal like it was her favourite meal—and it probably was.

But JuJu still didn’t stop. She was drunk off you. How you tasted. She couldn’t stop.

JuJu kept licking and sucking and slurping, never once stopping. She was buried between your legs, with no plans to come up.

Your moans grew longer and louder, becoming more drawn out the longer JuJu stayed in between your legs.

Then JuJu’s hand came off your throat and trailed down your body and between your legs. She was met with little to no resistance when she pushed two fingers inside and was immediately knuckles deep.

You let out a loud moan, feeling overstimulated from the feeling of JuJu still licking and her fingers fucking into you.

Your orgasm hit you hard, and the feeling came crashing down on you like a wave.

But still, JuJu didn’t stop; her mouth and fingers worked in tandem, continuing to push you over the edge.

Your next orgasm hit much faster, feeding off of the last one.

This time, JuJu slowed, letting you ride it out. Your breathing was laboured; having three orgasms one after the other was bound to tire anyone out.

JuJu's eyes were trained on you, making full eye contact while she cleaned you up. She leaned up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on her lips, and she whispered, “You good, baby?”

You whimpered, “Yeah, Ju, I’m good.”

She smirked, giving you a deep kiss, then she got up and stood at the bottom of the bed, her tall body towering over you.

She stripped slowly, removing every article of clothing till she was left naked. Your eyes trailed up and down her body, taking in how good she looked.

JuJu climbed back onto the bed and lay down beside you, quickly grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of her. You gasped in surprise.

You were still sensitive from what happened just moments ago, and the feeling of JuJu's body against yours sent you reeling.

JuJu grabbed your leg and placed it over hers, slotting your legs together and pressed your pussy against hers. A sharp moan left your mouth, and JuJu swallowed it when she leaned up to kiss you.

JuJu gripped your hips so hard you knew there would be bruising in the morning, but she needed you to stay still.

“Tired already, mama? I'm not finished with you yet,” JuJu chuckled lowly, then she ground her hips up, and you let out a loud moan.

JuJu's hand dug into your hips, and your hands had cupped her breasts. Your pussy's glided together, and JuJu groaned, “You feel so good, baby.”

You were letting out little gasps, absolutely loving the feeling of you and JuJu pressed together—a feeling you never quite got used to, despite doing it at least a million times.

You leaned down and kissed JuJu. She quickly kissed you back, making quick work of sticking her tongue in your mouth. You gasped when JuJu's clit brushed against a particular spot. JuJu laughed mockingly, then did it again, reaching up to lay her hand on your throat again to bring your mouth back to hers.

Then your abdomen tensed, and suddenly you were coming right on JuJu's clit with the same force as when she was eating you out. Seeing you come only further spurred JuJu on, and right after you came, JuJu did.

You collapsed in JuJu's arms, and she laughed, wrapping her arms around you and holding you closer.

The two of you were still tangled together, but neither of you minded. You just wanted to be close.

After a few silent moments, JuJu spoke up, “I don't want you seeing anyone else.”

You were quiet for a moment then you looked up at JuJu, “Ok.” Then you added, “Then I don't want you seeing anyone else either.”

JuJu smiled softly, “Baby, there was never anyone else.”

You smiled, then leaned over and kissed her. She eagerly kissed back. Then you pulled away slightly and said, “Round 3?”

JuJu smirked, “Best idea I've ever heard.” Then she pulled you into another kiss.

And the two of you spent the rest of the night together—and yes, you did have bruises on your hips when you woke up that morning. But it was worth it when you looked over and saw a sleeping, naked JuJu lying there.

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 — juju watkins x reader!girlfriend

ꨄ — summary: juju's girlfriend isn't out to her family yet and juju is tired of waiting

ꨄ — word count: 1.8k

ꨄ — warnings: arguing, cursing, yelling, surface level homophobia (if there’s more let me know)

ꨄ — authors note: thank you queen, here's more juju and i hope you have a great rest of your year!

also i'm ngl i was too lazy to write them making up, but to ease your mind in my head the reader told her family and then surprised juju on their anniversary. so, y'know happy ending in my head.

It's not like you didn't want to tell them.

If you could, you would shout it from the rooftops.

It's that you didn't know what your family would say. They had never shown any distaste or said any rude remarks towards or about gay people, so you weren't worried about them not accepting you, but your family was very traditional.

Your grandfather used to say that marriage was between a man and a woman, so that the woman could continue their bloodline and go on to raise kind children.

He started saying it less when he learnt that same-sex couples can have children together, “with all that damn fancy technology,” he said.

But your parents never quite got that memo. Of course, they were never rude or disrespectful towards gay couples, but they kept their distance, and growing up, it was heavily implied that you and your siblings were to be in a man-woman relationship.

Which is why you never told them you were gay, and why you certainly didn't tell them about JuJu.

You love JuJu. You love her family. You love her, and everything about her. She was kind, and smart, and funny, and every time you were together, you swore, you fell in love all over again.

Which is why it was a difficult situation.

You wanted to tell your family about you and JuJu; you wanted to tell everyone because you wanted them to know you were completely in love with her.

But you also wanted to protect her.

If your family showed any discomfort with you being gay, you knew bringing JuJu around would only make it worse, and your family would turn their discomfort onto her.

You didn't want that to happen. You wanted JuJu to be away from that, if it did happen.

And you knew JuJu was getting tired of waiting. Day after day, week after week, month after month, JuJu always checked in.

And you so badly wanted to tell her that you did it. That you told them.

But you couldn't.

If they didn't accept you…you wouldn't know what to do.

Your family meant everything to you, but so did JuJu.

Being your secret girlfriend meant being invited to the cookout under the guise of “best friends”.

Your family knew JuJu, and they all thought the two of you were best friends, two peas in a pod, two sides of the same coin, all that bestie stuff.

It drove JuJu crazy when she was referred to as your best friend when she knew how you tasted and what made you squirm and what joke of hers made you laugh the loudest. All she wanted to do was reach out and grab your hand and pull you close.

But she couldn't.

Not in your backyard, not surrounded by your family, not sitting next to you, and definitely not while she was laughing with your mom.

And she was getting tired.

You had been dating for close to two years, with your anniversary being in a couple days. She had waited and waited and waited. She had been patient with you; she listened and tried to understand where you were coming from, but after two years, JuJu needed to know you were still in this, or if you were just hiding her.

Getting all the benefits of a relationship without having to introduce JuJu to your family.

She wanted to go to your family events as a couple, she wanted to wake up christmas morning at your house as a couple, she wanted to go to your family game nights as a couple.

She wanted to do all of that with you.

But JuJu didn't know if you wanted to do that with her anymore.

The cookout was going smoothly.

Your mom, and JuJu were sitting together chatting away and laughing, while your dad and uncles were stood by the grill, and occasionally, one of them would interrupt your mom and JuJu to ask her a question about basketball.

You were sitting with your cousins, and you were all playing card games.

While playing, you often found yourself staring at JuJu and your mom. Watching them laugh together, your stomach churned. Would she still act like that if she knew?

You were cut out of your thoughts by one of your cousins throwing a card at your face, “Bro, what the hell are you staring at? Pay attention, I'm about to win, and I want to rub it in your face.”

You rolled your eyes and turned your focus back to the game, but another one of your cousins had already turned around and tried to find what you were staring at.

He whipped his head around with a smirk, “Mhmmm, I know what's up.”

You froze, “Uh, what do you mean?”

“You watching for the food,” He laughed loudly, “You a damn big back.”

You sighed quietly in relief before snapping back and laughing, “Boy, shut up, you know you’re gonna be the first one lining up when the food’s ready.”

He mugged you, but the smile stayed on his face.

You let out another breath, relieved that no one caught you watching JuJu.

Eventually, your dad called out that the food was ready, and of course, your cousin was the first one in line.

You all lined up, plated your food and found a spot at the table. The food was delicious, per usual, when it’s made by your parents. Conversations were flowing, and JuJu had all the uncles' attention as they listened to her talk about a recent game she played in.

JuJu was in the zone, talking about basketball, and subconsciously reached her hand over and placed it on your thigh.

Her hand was under the table, so no one saw it, but you froze.

You moved quickly and pushed JuJu’s hand away before standing up, muttering some random excuse and rushing back into the house.

JuJu blinked slowly, watching you get up. She couldn’t even touch you without you panicking.

She slowly dropped her hand on the table and tried to engage in the conversation, but after what happened, JuJu wasn’t interested in anything else. In fact, she was put off by her meal, and she just wanted to leave.

Even though no one had seen it, JuJu still felt humiliated. She has been patient for two years; enough was enough.

You came back shortly after and immediately noticed the change in JuJu, but you couldn’t ask about it in front of your family, so you left it.

You went inside for a breather, and you felt so bad for pushing her hand away, but you had to. You weren’t ready yet.

Time passed, plates were cleared, conversations died down, and people started grabbing leftovers and leaving, so you and JuJu decided to do the same.

You left with two containers full of leftovers and lots of kisses on the cheek from your mom, and both of you piled into JuJu’s car.

It was silent.

And not the comfortable silence. The cold silence.

You noticed immediately that JuJu was quiet. That she wasn’t attempting to talk to you, or turn on music, nothing.

She was mad.

“You okay?” You asked, your voice quiet because you had a feeling you knew what she was mad about.

“Mhm.” No words. Yep, she was pissed.

“JuJu, c’mon,” You reached over to grab her hand, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

JuJu pulled her hand away from yours, and you paused, looking at JuJu’s face. She didn’t look at you.

“JuJu.”

Nothing.

“Is this about the hand thing? Look, I’m sorry—”

“Oh, you’re sorry? You’re fucking sorry?!” She said, raising her voice.

You leaned back, “Don’t raise your voice at me, Judea.”

She scoffed, “Judea? Don’t call me that,”

You opened your mouth to say something, but you were cut off by JuJu pulling to the side of the road, pressing hard on the brakes.

“What are you doing?” You asked, once you got your voice back.

“What the hell are we doing?” JuJu asked, her voice suddenly quiet.

You frowned, “What do you mean?”

“I mean with us. With your family.”

You stuttered, “I…I don’t know.”

You weren’t prepared for JuJu to actually ask you.

She scoffed, “Then this is all bullshit.”

Your frown deepened, “No, it’s not.”

She smacked the steering wheel, “YES, IT IS! GOD, and you know it is!”

You backed up and started shaking your head. You tried to speak, but the words got stuck in your throat.

“I have waited for two years! TWO YEARS! I have waited for you! I have been patient and understanding, waiting while you said you were going to tell your family!”

Tears rushed to your eyes, “I am, I am, I promise.”

“No, you’re not!” JuJu yelled

“Do you know how many times I have wanted to grab you and hold you and kiss you whenever we are around your family? Do you know how painful it is to just sit back and laugh with your family, knowing that they don’t know? It kills me. And I have been patient. And I have listened. And I have understood. But I can’t do that anymore.”

Her voice shook.

“Am I just someone you’re using to pass the time? Someone to play around with in college? So, that one day in the future, when you’re married to your husband, two kids and one on the way, you can look back and remember that you had JuJu Watkins in the palm of your hand? Is that it?”

You shook your head, “No, no, JuJu, please, it’s not like that!”

“I mean, god, do you even love me? Do you?” Her voice cracked, and JuJu went silent; all that was heard was her breathing and the quiet sobs that she tried to hide with her hand.

“Of course, I love you, JuJu. I love you so much!” You stated firmly

Now, it was JuJu’s turn to listen. She turned her head towards you, tears running down her face.

“JuJu, I love you so much. I love you with everything in me! Don’t you think I feel all of that, too? That it doesn’t kill me that I can’t hold you and kiss you without judgment? But I have to protect you—”

“No, you don’t.” JuJu cut in.

“Yes, I do.”

It went silent, so you continued.

“JuJu, I know my family. And I know that those christmas mornings that you dream of, or the game nights that you want to go to together, we would never be able to do that. Days like today? Wouldn’t happen if I told them.”

“I love you, and if I could, I would shout it from the rooftops but I can’t. Because I love my family too.”

After that, you went silent. You didn’t know what else to say. Of course, you love JuJu. But now, you would have to decide what you valued more, and who you loved more.

Your future, or your present.

Your family, or JuJu.

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 — juju watkins x reader!teammate

ꨄ — summary: you feel helpless when juju gets hurt during a game

ꨄ — word count: 1.5k

ꨄ — warnings: MY SHAYLAAAAAA tearing her ACL, slight religious doubt, reader being a baddie, but a sad baddie.

ꨄ — authors note: so sorry for traumatizing you all again with that photo also i changed the score...because i can.

It was the second round of March Madness, and everyone was hyped. You knew you were gonna make it to the Sweet Sixteen; your game was against Mississippi State for crying out loud.

JuJu was locked in, and with the two of you together, you knew you could pull through and make it. The two of you had this indescribable connection on the court. It didn’t matter where you were or what play you were running, JuJu always found you.

The media had been hyping the two of you up since you committed, and seeing the instant connection in the first open practice had the media salivating at the chance to see you and JuJu play together.

It was the night before your game, and you and JuJu had stayed late after practice to do a quick shoot around.

“You nervous about tomorrow?” JuJu asked as she passed the ball to you.

You shot the ball, watching it swish through the net before replying, “No, I know we got this.”

“You sound cocky,” JuJu laughed, walking towards the free-throw line. You walked to the baseline, watching as she shot the ball, also making it in.

You caught it, then said, “It’s called being confident.” You smiled smugly, “and don’t act like you don’t know we’re gonna make it, we have you.”

The two of you swapped places, and she said, “We also have you, don’t forget that.”

You quickly shot back, “Oh, I didn’t, I just didn’t wanna seem cocky.” You winked at her before shooting the ball and making it in.

She just laughed and threw the ball back at you.

The two of you stayed there shooting and rebounding until you called it. The two of you had a game tomorrow, you couldn’t stay up late like maniacs.

While walking to your car, JuJu slowed and asked quietly, “Do you really think we’re gonna make it?”

Realising that she was genuinely asking, you slowed down and turned to face her, “JuJu, you took USC to the Elite Eight in your freshman year, with not much help, now you have Kiki and me, we’re gonna make it.”

Her face relaxed and she smiled slightly, “Now stop overthinking, we have a game tomorrow and I need my beauty sleep.”

“Yes, you do,” she muttered, walking towards your car.

“Don’t make me leave you here, big head.” You said, rolling your eyes.

It was game day, and everyone was locked in. Some of the girls were making TikToks in the background, but you had your headphones on listening to music. You took a glance over at JuJu and noticed she was doing the same thing as you.

She glanced at you at the same time, and when you caught her eye, you mouthed, “Ready?”

She grinned, “Ready.”

The game started as usual, a missed lay-up here, a three-point shot there. USC was up 13 when it happened.

5 minutes in, Kiki caught a rebound and passed it to JuJu. You had already made your way down the court, knowing JuJu would find you, but something went wrong.

JuJu went to cut and pass, but instead, you watched as she collapsed to the floor. All thoughts left your head as you watched one of your closest friends fall.

The whole arena went silent, and for a few seconds, the team watched, hoping she would pop back up and continue, but it never came.

Reality set in, and you rushed over, feeling helpless as she writhed in pain on the floor. You could hear her groans of pain, and stood over her in a huddle with the other girls waiting and watching for JuJu to have a clear head.

While waiting for the medic, you noticed a camera guy getting a little too close, so you tapped Kiki on the thigh, pointing to the cameraman once you got her attention. She got the message and rushed back to the bench to get towels, and once she brought them over, all the girls grabbed one, forming a circle and started blocking the camera’s view of JuJu.

You bent down next to JuJu and laid your hand on her cheek bringing her attention to you, “Hey, hey, hey, breathe” you whispered, her breath was uneven and shaky, “you’re gonna be fine, everything’s going to be fine” you didn’t know who you were trying to convince her or you but it didn’t matter, you both knew this injury was potentially season-ending.

She squeezed your other hand and managed to stutter out, “It’s not, it’s not gonna be fine, what am I supposed to do?” Your heart ached for her. In the most important part of the year, what was she supposed to do?

Coach Lindsay came over with the medic and made her way through the towel barricade to sit on the other side of JuJu. You tuned out what everyone was saying, only focusing on JuJu. She had calmed down, but she was still gripping your hand and it didn’t seem like she was gonna let go anytime soon. Not that you wanted her to, you would do anything to bring her comfort in a moment like this.

Eventually, you tuned back in and noticed they were getting ready to lift her but she wouldn’t let go of your hand, so you waved the trainers off and got up, lifting JuJu and carrying her bridal style through the tunnel and making your way to the locker room.

You heard the cheers from the fans as you exited, and you gave a nod to Lindsay. She subbed you and JuJu out, planned new plays, and the game continued.

JuJu wouldn’t let go of your hand. When you placed her onto the gurney and tried to back away, she only squeezed your hand tighter, so you stayed.

You watched as trainers and medics made their way through the locker room, elevating her leg, doing other doctor things, coming and going. When no one was in the room and you had a moment of peace, you turned to JuJu, whose eyes were red, with tear streaks on her face and her gaze was glued to the roof. You stared at her, and a million thoughts ran through your head.

But this wasn’t about you, it was about JuJu. You leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her knee before bringing your hands together and praying.

You didn’t necessarily believe in God, but you were a firm believer in everything happens for a reason, so what was His reason for this?

JuJu’s attention turned to you when she felt your kiss, and after quietly watching you for a few moments, she picked up on you mumbling, “It’s gonna be okay, baby.”

She hummed, “Baby? That’s new”

You looked up, turning all your attention back to JuJu, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” She shook her head, tightening her grip on your hand

The two of you sat in silence, both of you lost in your own thoughts. Eventually, a medic came back and said they were getting ready to take JuJu to a medical facility for an MRI, so you placed a kiss on JuJu’s hand, which was still holding yours. You kissed her forehead and whispered to her, “Just breathe, baby.”

Joining the game again in the second quarter was a blood bath.

Every step, every point, every pass, every rebound was for JuJu. You played with surgical precision, but the team could see you were missing that spark. JuJu was that spark.

You need to beat Mississippi State. For JuJu.

45 points, 20 assists, 15 blocks, 10 rebounds, 10 steals. For JuJu.

You didn’t care about your stat line or whatever else; you just needed to make sure Mississippi State didn’t go through. And they didn’t.

49 - 96 to USC.

The handshake line got a little heated on Rayah’s end, not that you blamed her, but you also had to remember, it wasn't their fault. Yes, you got into your head about it during the game but you don’t take that stuff off court. You shook their hands and moved on.

After the game, everyone showered and gathered in your apartment, waiting to hear the news.

Your phone rang through the silent apartment, and everyone’s head snapped up, their attention now on your phone.

You answered, bringing your phone to your ear, knowing it would be JuJu, her cries filling your ears as she mumbled out that it was her ACL and that she would be out for the rest of the season.

Tears rolled down your cheeks silently as you listened to her, and the team noticed, and it brought tears to their eyes as they put two and two together.

JuJu was the spark. The glue. The motivation. How were they supposed to do this without her?