#usc smut

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

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 ❛ 𝔀𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 ❜ — you cut off your girlfriend after 3 weeks of watching her openly flirt with other girls while your litterally right there . . !

❛ 𝓬𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌❜   — cheating, obviously. cussing, yelling, angst if you squint

sypnosis. a lil quick blurb of ju x stoner!gf, where everyone thinks yall are perfect for each other but yall lowk toxic as asl, but yall make up for it by smoking.

warnings. smoking, uhm i think that’s it

dozzie’s diary. guys i believe it does get to a point cs why i was in class texting my friend cs she dropped out, and honestly i would too. and we was talking bout the teacher, and the teacher literally grabbed my phone and started reading my texts out loud. baby i was MORTIFIED. oh and sorry if this is short and horrible, i’m just really burnt out and tired rn @muulabrat ❦

y’all weren’t the picture-perfect couple people swore you were. everyone saw the highlight reels — juju showing up courtside with her arm around you, your matching chain, her jersey number tattooed behind your ear. they didn’t see the yelling, the eye rolls, the slammed doors.

you two fought like it was a sport. loud, messy, emotional. she’d say something sharp, you’d bite back harder. and after a while, neither of you could even remember what started it

but somehow, it always ended the same way.

silence. rolling trays. a lighter flicking.

you’d be sitting on the floor, cross-legged, eyes still glassy from arguing, while she rolled the blunt with that same calm, focused expression she had before a game. she’d hand it to you without saying a word, and you’d take it like a truce.

“we good?” she’d mumble, voice low. “we high,” you’d mutter back, blowing smoke toward the ceiling.

that was your language — smoke instead of sorrys. touches instead of talking.

she’d sit behind you after a few hits, legs open, arms wrapping around your waist. the air between y’all would soften — hazy, slow, like the world outside didn’t exist.

“you drive me crazy,” she’d whisper against your neck. “you like it,” you’d say, half a laugh, half a sigh.

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❛ ᡣ𐭩 ⸝⸝ CALM SHYT. everytime you and ju argue, it always ends up the same . . smoking

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❛ ᡣ𐭩 ⸝⸝ GEORGIA PEACH . when you lost your phone at an indiana fever game you didn’t expect caitlin clark to have it in your possession . .

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❛ ᡣ𐭩 ⸝⸝ BALANCE . idk what happened but you and hina have to supply for a baby <3

❛ ᡣ𐭩 ⸝⸝ MY FAVORITE EDIT . shoutout to all my editors guys we <3 youu