FUCK IS YOU TALKING ABOUT????

yall azzi is in dallas… what does this mean

WHAT THE FUCK HARD LAUNCH HARD LAUNCH

paige made SURE that caption was visible too (popped out means going public with a relationship)

Hidden Feelings PB x reader

WC: 2.8k

men dni, mdni!

description: you kept your feelings for the basketball player a secret in fear of rejection. you did this by simply acting like you hated her. and maybe you did develop feelings of hatred over the course of time. but when paige catches you in the act, you start to question yourself and your motives.

CW: smut, cussing

authors note: this is my first fic.. pls be nice 🙏 reblogs are always appreciated. NOT PROOFREAD. but please enjoy!

you didn’t know why you hated her so much. well, actually, you did. you just chose to ignore it to better your feelings.

its because she was so perfect. she was everything, and you couldn’t get her out of your fucking head.

you and paige became roommates when her recent roommate graduated the year before. you’ve always been attracted to her, even before she started living with you. hell, she was paige bueckers. what woman in this university doesn’t have a major crush on her? maybe it was the same things that made everyone like her, that made you so attracted to her. or maybe it was the simple things that happened around the house. the way she moved her slender fingers on the ps5 controller, or the way her shirt would ride up, showcasing her boxers and abs briefly. you couldn’t help it. but you also didn’t like it. honestly, she had never shown you attitude or hatred. you were the one that started it. you continuously felt bad, but you couldn’t bring yourself to face rejection. you were scared that she wouldn’t reciprocate the way you felt. so, you began to hate her. at first, it was an act. an act to hide your feelings from her and to feel better about yourself. but now, every little thing she does makes you angry. she pisses you off like no other, even her face makes you want to scowl. eventually, she would grow to dislike you too. i mean you were rude even when she didn’t do anything wrong. however, she couldn’t deny that you were quite attractive. despite your attitude, she always caught herself staring when you would drink the water you grabbed from the fridge, or when you would watch tv in a little tank top and shorts. but your appearance doesn’t justify your actions.

your facade began to fall apart at a party. your friends had invited you, knowing you hadn’t been out and about in a while. you decided you needed to get laid tonight. you’ve been pent up and lost in your thoughts recently, and tonight would be the perfect night to be relieved. you put on a tight black dress, picking your favorite jewelry and leaving your dorm. luckily, paige was nowhere to be seen. you didn’t want her asking questions.

when you got there, it wasn’t terribly loud, but it wasn’t quiet. just the way you like it. you could actually hear the music. you met your friends, sitting near them and getting to talk for a little bit. afterwards you grabbed a drink, standing by the counter. after a minute or two you could feel someone’s presence behind you. you put the drink down, looking back. paige bueckers. you scoff, your face now turned to one of disbelief.

“what are you doing here?” she asked you. she stood over you, seeming tense and alarmed but calm at the same time. you couldn’t read the expression on her face.

you roll your eyes, turning back to your drink. as you fixed up the area, you spoke.

“fuck off, paige. i didn’t know you were here. if i did i probably would have skipped.” you knew you were being rude, but she agitates you. regardless, you couldn’t look her in the eye and speak to her in such a manner.

for a moment, you wait for her to respond. when you dont hear anything, you turn back. huh, she already walked away. you realize she left because another girl had caught her attention. she was talking with her, obviously flirting. despite being like twenty feet away from them, you felt like you were watching this unfold directly in front of your face. like a show only meant for you to see. you were jealous. as much as you hated to admit it, you couldn’t help it. you finished your drink, walking away. you couldn’t stare at the two women any longer. while you headed to the living room, one of your friends caught you. she started up a casual conversation, keeping it light before changing the subject.

“hey.. can i tell you something?” she looked at you, and then glanced away from your direction.

your eyebrows furrowed, face flickering with unease momentarily. but you quickly let your face return to a relaxed expression.

“yeah, what is it?”

she finally looked into your eyes, taking a sip of her drink.

“you know, i think your feelings for paige are obvious. all of us see it. the whole friend group. even some of her teammates. you just act so rude, and it obviously upsets her.”

your eyes widened. the fuck?

“i don’t have feelings for paige. is it not obvious that i hate her?”

she shook her head, sighing but then smirking.

“you need to figure something out. it’s honestly funny, how much you try to deny it. even when everyone knows.”

you scoffed, fixing your hair confidently before speaking.

“you don’t know anything.”

after that, you walked away. you found your way to a corner in the living room, sitting in an armchair. you debated for the next five minutes if you should just go home. it wasn’t even worth getting laid anymore. you were no longer in the mood. along with the debate, your thoughts lingered with what your friend said. you don’t have feelings for paige. you just think she’s kinda hot. yeah. kind of. its totally not like you’ve touched yourself to the thought of her, even imagining her between your legs.

despite how you feel about her, you wonder how she feels about you. your friend mentioned that your attitude upsets her. does it really? you figure you should at least try being nicer, even if that contradicts how you’ve been acting towards her all this time.

when it gets late enough and you’ve got a few drinks in your system, you go home and get ready for bed. you’re grabbing a glass of water, freshly out of a shower when you hear the door open. paige is home. she steps in, locking the door behind her, and she glances at you, and you decide to not be a bitch for once. you take a sip of your drink, facing away from the fridge and placing your glass on the counter. then, you spoke up.

“hi.” it was short and blunt, not mean, but also not kind.

“hey…” she answered, walking towards the kitchen as well. she stepped behind you, grabbing a glass and pouring some milk in it. then she walked around the counter, leaning over the opposite side and facing you. you looked at her for a solid minute, admiring the way her hair was slightly frizzy and the way she looked at you. maybe you didn’t hate her.

suddenly, you’re reminded of the party. you had been trying to get laid, but lost all interest the second you saw paige flirting with that girl. and the second you realized other people think you really do like her. maybe, just maybe, you have the slightest amount of feelings for paige. but after today, you won’t acknowledge them.

neither of you speak a word. it’s not necessarily awkward, but the air is charged with a vibe you can’t quite put a label on. deciding you weren’t going to sit here any longer, you grabbed your glass of water, heading to your room.

paige didn’t know what to make out of all of this. it was obvious you didn’t like her. you made it very clear, ever since the beginning. but then you have these moments with her, these moments that make her feel like you might not absolutely despise her. these moments that make her feel like you want her. and maybe she wants you too, but she doesn’t tolerate disrespect. she hasn’t spoken to her team members about it, but she knows they all think the same thing. what exactly do they think? paige doesn’t know. they don’t speak to her about it, knowing they’ll just be shut down on the topic.

she was started to go crazy.

she couldn’t tell if you hated her guts or wanted her to rearrange your guts.

and honestly, she was still trying to figure out if she really hated you too.

as always, you wonder how you ended up here. legs spread on your bed, fingers rubbing slow circles onto your cunt as you let out soft pants. your lights were dimmed, thoughts full of the tall athletic blonde who lives across the hallway. you hate her. but she won’t get out of your head. you need it to stop, need this to stop. you can’t keep fantasizing about her while you touch yourself, wishing it was her fingers instead of your own. but she’s the only thing that gets you off. you’ve always been terrible at touching yourself. you don’t usually make yourself tip over the edge. but recently you’ve discovered that paige fucking bueckers is the solution to all of your issues. you think about her eating you out, her wet muscle sinking into your hole, and you find the ability to make yourself cum. you figure that’s how you ended up here. paige stayed late at the gym after losing a game. you texted her asking when she’d be home since you were “ordering food.” she told you to forget it since she’d be gone for a while. so you took advantage of the empty dorm.

currently, your eyes are squeezed shut as your fingers plunge into your sopping cunt. you cry out, curling them to hit the spongy area of your walls. you moan shamelessly, seeing as how nobody is home. well at least that’s what you thought. you moan her name, gasping as you feel the familiar knot tie up in your lower stomach. sweat drops gather on your forehead and in between your tits, showing how hard you work just to relieve yourself. you’re so deep into imagining paige fucking you that you don’t hear the front door open. and apparently,

you also miss your bedroom door opening as well. its quite, almost like she means to silently stand and watch the way you fuck yourself. she leans on the doorframe, arms crossed as she observes. when you moan out her name multiple times, her tongue swipes across her bottom lip. eventually, you reach your climax, back arching off of the bed as you gasp and writhe. you bring yourself down from the high, wincing as you slide your fingers out of yourself. you rest them on your bare stomach, ignoring the juices and wetness coating them. your eyes are still shut as you lie there. although your serenity ends shortly.

“so you don’t hate me, huh?”

you recognize the voice, immediately sitting up and clamping your legs shut. your eyes trail to the doorway, spotting the blonde standing there. a red hot blush makes its way to your cheeks, and you’re speechless. she looks over to you. her jaw is clenched, eyes filled with a fire you only see when shes on the court. you honestly do not know what to say.

“paige…” you breathlessly mutter, trying to find words to explain what you’ve just been caught doing. she uncrosses her arms, stepping closer to the edge of the bed. and then she opens her mouth to speak. however, your words reach her ears before she lets her own into the air.

“its not what it looks like.” you tried to reason with her. but it was more like you were reasoning with yourself. you had just been caught touching yourself to someone you swore you hated for last 6 months. what do you do with yourself now?

“its not what it looks like? right. as if you weren’t just moaning out my name while fucking yourself.” you avoid her gaze, not ready to face her. theres a moment of silence, but she continues speaking.

“you’re pathetic.”

“what?” is all you can make out as you finally connect eyes. you’re face has now contorted to shock and the slightest hint of arousal.

“you heard me.” she speaks tensely, almost like she’s fighting to say too many words at once. like she’s talking through clenched teeth.

“you can’t handle the fact that you’re attracted to me. so instead of being honest, you just decide to hate me? huh? answer.”

“i’m sorry.” it almost seems like when you say it, it’s a question. like you don’t know what else to say. your breath catches in your throat, and you wait for her to say something. she scoffs, stepping to the front of your bed. she leans against the footboard. her jaw clenches, arms crossing as she stares at you. she checks you out, still angry, but how could she ignore your naked body right in front of her?

“don’t be. i’m just a little shocked. you know, this isn’t exactly what i planned on coming home to.”

“what are you doing here? i thought…” your words trailed off. yes. you thought you could have some peace to fantasize while she was off working hard because of a lost game.

“i tried to stay late, but they locked up the gym early. i thought i deserved some time to think, so i just came back home.” you don’t speak after those words leave her mouth. you’re still filled with arousal and embarrassment. theres a moment of silence before she motions to you, talking again.

“well don’t be shy, please continue. i want to see this.” your eyes widen, debating if she’s being serious or not. when she raises an eyebrow, you figure she’s not kidding around. you’re too horny to ignore her, and she literally said she wanted to watch. what’s the worst that could happen?

so, you slowly spread your legs, putting a show on for paige. her eyes trail downwards, staring at your tits before making their way to your core. you watch her closely as her tongue swipes across her bottom lip, your fingers slowly moving to toy with your clit. you rub slow, deliberate circles, small pants leaving your throat.

“fuck.. so pretty. such a slut for me, hm?” she groans, watching intently as she stands up straight. her breathing turns hallow, expecting more from you. her words and tone make you gush, and you use the extra wetness to slide two fingers into your beat hole. you’ve been going at it for a while, trying to get yourself off. you let out a soft whine, watching paige watch your fingers sink into yourself. you begin to pick up the pace, your chest slightly heaving as you let out soft moans. when you twist and scissor your fingers inside of you, you feel your stomach begin to tighten in knots. you whine and cry out, curling your digits to hit that spot inside of you. you kept going relentlessly, trying to cum, but you sat right at the edge. you couldn’t find the strength to push yourself over, even when paige was standing right there and watching you with desire written all over her face. you decide to plead for some help, thinking she might relieve you.

while your fingers dive and curl inside of you, you whine out.

“paige.. i.. i can’t. please, need to cum so bad.” you babble, hoping your words will convince her to touch you. you watch her closely before her eyes finally pull away from your body and connect with your own.

“no.” it took you a moment to realize what she had said. so… she wasn’t going to help you? why is she standing there then. what does she want. maybe she’s just getting revenge. i mean… you can see the anger and frustration in her eyes, adding to the desire in her blue irises. then, she spoke again. your fingers slightly slowed, eventually coming to a stop as you panted.

“you can fuck yourself. i’m not touching you.” she stood her ground, speaking harshly with a hint of arousal laced in her words.

“what..? paige.. please. please, i’m sorry.”

you plead for her to hear you out, accept your apologies. but she couldn’t care less.

“good luck with that.” the words were flat, but almost like she was holding back. she sucked in a breath, making her way to the door, and walked out. you sat there confused, needy, and angry. you give up, deciding you will literally never get off tonight. you’ve become too bothered to do so. you clean yourself up, wondering what the fuck to do next.

you weren’t sure what was going to go down between you two after that moment. all you knew was that it wasn’t going to be easy, and you had a lot of explaining to do.

in new york with it

can q please transfer im tired

my heart dropped to my ass when i saw her face after she fell 🙁

juju oh my god im sobbing

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So juju officially has torn her acl 😀

I blame Jayden Daniel’s, I’m gonna lose my mind

juju tore her fucking acl. shoot me.

separation anxiety is scared of them atp 😭

this means so much to me

YESSS

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 screamin’ 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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