THIS THE KINDA SHIT CAITLIN CLARK BOUGHT TO THE LEAGUE AND SHE WONT ADDRESS IT🫤 AND I WANT HER “GOOD FANS” TO SEE THE KINDA SHIT THEY CHOOSE TO IGNORE. As a black woman, I can’t believe I really tried to give her ass the benefit of the doubt. She obviously don’t gaf about black women
𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: Girlfriend!Olivia Miles x Girlfriend!Reader
𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: You and Olivia go out to celebrate you guys 2 year anniversary.
𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌: fluff, a lil smut (that shit is ass), and that’s it
𝗌𝗈𝗅á𝗇𝖺’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌: had to write an olivia miles one shot after watching the lynx vs wings game she’s so fineee sorry if the smut is bad i don’t really write smut
Today is you and Olivia’s two-year anniversary.
You’re standing in front of the mirror, still half done, trying to decide if your dress is sitting right or if you’re just being dramatic. Olivia is behind you, already dressed, leaning against the doorway like she’s got nowhere else to be but right there watching you.
She’s in a clean, simple fit, chain sitting low, hair brushed out like she actually took her time tonight. Still masc in the way she holds herself, relaxed but intentional. Like she planned every second of this.
“You’ve been staring at yourself for five minutes,” she says.
“I’m making sure I don’t look crazy.”
“You don’t.”
You glance at her in the mirror. “That was too fast. You didn’t even think about it.”
Olivia pushes off the doorframe and walks up behind you, hands sliding gently to your waist. Not rushing you, just there.
“I don’t have to think about it,” she says quietly. “I mean look at you, you’re beautiful.”
Your shoulders loosen a little at that, like your body heard it before your brain did.
She meets your eyes in the mirror. “Turn around.”
You do.
Her thumb brushes the edge of your dress like she’s straightening something only she can see. Then she leans in and presses a small kiss to your forehead.
“Happy two years,” she says.
Your smile comes easy this time. “Happy two years.”
Then Olivia taps your hip. “C’mon. I made reservations and I’m not letting you be the reason we miss them.”
“Ok, I’m coming.” You laugh as she leads you out.
Olivia drives with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh as Kwn plays quietly in the background. Windows cracked just enough to let the night air slip in.
You finally arrive at the restaurant Olivia parks and you both get out
the restaurants lights are dim and warm, naturally setting that romantic atmosphere. They seat you in a corner booth. Olivia sits on one side and you sit across from her. You both order your food and you both just start talking about each other’s week.
“This is exactly what I needed,” you say, leaning back.
“Me too. Practice has been a lot.”
You roll your eyes, but you’re laughing again.
Once the food comes, the conversation drifts easily after that. Little stories. Her teasing you. Her worrying about you more than she’s worried about eating her food. You catching her staring and making her look away like she got caught doing something she shouldn’t.
At some point, she reaches across the table and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your hair
her hand lingers for a second.
“What,” you ask softly.
“Nothing,” she says, but she’s smiling now. “You’re just really pretty.”
You don’t push it. You just let your hand find hers across the table.
The drive home is quiet
Olivia parks and turns off the engine. Both of you just sit there for a second. You both get out of the car and go up to your apartment.
Once you’re inside, you both kick your shoes off near the door.
In the kitchen, she pulls you in first.
No words at first. Just her hands at your waist again, your hands sliding up her shoulders, that same pull you’ve had for two years that still doesn’t feel old.
“Tonight was amazing,” you say quietly.
“It really was,” she murmurs.
You lean in first this time, and she meets you halfway. The kiss is slow. Her thumb brushes your side, steadying you, and you exhale into her like you’ve been holding your breath all day. When she pulls back, her forehead rests against yours.
“You good?” she asks.
You nod.
“Come here,” she says softer, already guiding you down the hall.
She leads you into the bedroom.
The bedroom door clicks shut behind you. Olivia's hand is still at your waist, but she doesn't pull you in right away. She just stands there, breathing heavily now that you're alone.
You reach for the hem of her shirt first. She lets you lift it, arms up, chain catching on the fabric before it drops to the floor. Revealing her sports bra, you grab the hem and pull it over her head, nipples already hard from the cool air. You run your thumbs over them once, slow, and she exhales through her nose like she's trying not to react too fast.
She steps closer and finds the zipper at the back of your dress. It slides down easily. The fabric loosens around your shoulders, and you let it fall, stepping out of it until you're in just your underwear.
Olivia's eyes move over you, but she doesn't say anything. She just hooks her thumbs into her own waistband and pushes her pants down, kicking them aside with her socks. Nothing left but the chain around her neck.
You back her toward the bed until her knees hit the edge. She sits, then lies back when you nudge her shoulder. The sheets are cool under her. You climb on top of her, straddling her hips for a second, then slide down, kissing down her sternum.
Your mouth finds her left nipple first. You suck it slowly, tongue pressing flat against it, and Olivia's hand comes up to the back of your head, not pushing, just holding. You switch to the other one, teeth grazing it lightly, and she lets out a moan.
You keep moving down. She tenses under your lips. When you settle between her legs, she spreads them without being asked. You hook your fingers into the sides of her boxers and pull them off. She lifts her hips to help. You throw them and they land somewhere on the floor.
Her lips are already slick when you part them with your fingers. You lean in and drag your tongue from her entrance up to her clit in one slow motion.
Olivia's hips twitch. You do it again, slower, letting the flat of your tongue press against her. Her hand finds your hair again, fingers gripping a handful of your hair. You suck her clit gently, then harder, and her thighs start to tighten around your head.
You slide two fingers into her while your mouth stays on her clit. She's warm and tight inside, clenching around you every time you curl them. You keep the rhythm steady, licking and sucking, feeling her dripping on your tongue. Her breathing turns uneven, short exhales that turn into moans she doesn't bother holding back anymore.
You glance up once. Her free hand is gripping the sheet, knuckles pale. Her nipples are still wet from your mouth, rising and falling with every breath.
You go back down, sucking harder on her clit, fingers moving deeper, and her hips start to rock against your face getting her juices on your face She doesn't say your name, just lets out this low, broken moan when she comes, thighs shaking around you, pussy clenching around your fingers.
You ease off slowly, licking her through it until she's twitching from oversensitivity. Then you crawl back up, kissing her stomach, her chest, her mouth. She tastes herself on your tongue and doesn't pull away. Her arms come around you, holding you there, both of you breathing hard in your dimly lit bedroom.
𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: You have a new girlfriend, and Juju is so jealous, and her family and friends don’t make it any better.
You and Juju broke up almost 2 months ago.
Nobody really knew why you guys called it off. All people knew was that one day the two of you were together, and the next, you weren’t.
Juju kept telling herself she’d get over it. She threw herself into basketball, stayed busy, hung with her friends like nothing had changed.
Then you got a new girlfriend.
That hit harder than she’d ever admit.
It wasn’t even that you moved on. It was how easily everyone seemed to know about her. Every other day, somebody had something new to say.
Juju’s mom had just come in from grocery shopping, and Juju was sitting at the table. Sari was putting up groceries when suddenly she said
“I saw reader at the grocery store with her girlfriend.”
“The girl is gorgeous.”
Juju didn’t even look up from her phone.
“That’s nice.”
Sari glanced over at her before putting a carton of eggs in the fridge.
“They looked happy.”
Juju’s thumb stopped moving across her screen for half a second she forced herself to keep scrolling.
“Nice.”
“Sweet girl too,” Sari continued. “She smiled at me, asked how I was doing. Reader introduced us.”
Juju let out a quiet hum, trying to sound uninterested.
“Mhm.”
Sari closed the refrigerator door and leaned against the counter.
“She was really respectful. They seem good together.”
Juju’s jaw tightened.
The phone in her hand suddenly felt pointless. She locked it, set it down flat on the table like she was done with it for good.
“Mom.”
Sari paused. “Yeah?”
Juju finally looked up, eyes sharp in that way that meant she was trying to keep her voice steady.
“I don’t want to hear about my ex’s new girlfriend.”
Sari blinked once, then slowly stood up off the counter.
“Juju…”
“No.” Juju shook her head, leaning back in her chair. “I’m serious. I don’t care if she’s nice. I don’t care if she’s gorgeous. I don’t care what she did at the store.”
Her fingers curled against the edge of the table, like she needed something to hold onto.
“It’s not helpful.”
Sari studied her for a second, softer now.
“I was just talking.”
“I know.” Juju exhaled through her nose, quieter this time. “But I don’t need updates.”
Silence settled again, heavier than before.
Sari nodded slowly.
“Okay,” she said finally. “I hear you.”
Juju looked away, staring at nothing in particular on the counter.
Her mom went back to putting groceries away, a little slower now, like she was thinking before she spoke again.
At this point, Juju doesn’t think she’s ever going to get over you.
➤ synopsis : a full day with your cousin jordin makes allisha jealous. not knowing that jc is your cousin allisha takes all her jealousy on rhyne and rhyne tells you that you gotta talk to her about it!
a/n ✶ my baby allisha, or well actually the entire atl dream doesn’t get enough appreciation!! ugh , but ima try and have some jordin hcs out or whatever!
the problem was that allisha gray spent so much time with you, she forgot how to act when you weren’t here.
you were trying to hang out with jordin for a day, mainly because even though you live in atlanta, you both dont hang out enough.
“i’m telling you girl, we never ever make it to round 3 of golf because you stay cheating” jordin laughed into your side.
“uhm, no girl. it was definitely you cheating but ok” you said.
“ok but who won a chip??” jordin smirked.
“who gets more girls though?” you gave the same energy right back.
a few hours later, you were chilling in your apartment. when someone started knocking on your door. you had already had those thoughts in your mind, what if allisha was mad at you?? what if she said she wanted to break up. you haven’t talked to her all day, and yes, it was your fault. you still opened the door like a fool.
“heyy rhyyyy, what’s up?” you said allowing her in.
“hey girl, you talked to lish at all today?” rhyne said laying face first in the couch.
“uhh no, i thought she was busy. i texted her” staring at my phone. “she ain’t answer.”
“buttttt you talked to jordin??” rhyne raised her eyebrow.
you just sighed. a couple minutes later rhyne left. and you were trying to sleep. but your head kept drifting back to allisha. so your dumbass called her.
“hello?” allisha answered from the other line.
“hey lish! i’m sorry that I haven’t talked to all day. i’m really sorry, i just wanted to hang out with jordin a couple days before her birthday. i should have reached out, but i—” you were interrupted by allisha cutting you off.
“hey i completely understand, i just missed you today. thats all, i know there’ll be other times to see you. and family over everything, mama. trust me, its fine” allisha said, accent and all.
and maybe, allisha could be jealous sometimes while she’s alone, but when she talks to you. all of it goes away.
this is actually ass, and i messed up so bad. but hope u enjoyed!
𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗒: chelsea and tipesa have you and jackie watch their son lennox now you’re having the biggest baby fever
chelsea and tipesa called you earlier that morning, asking if you and jackie could watch their two year old lennox while they went out for a lunch and shopping date. you said yes immediately, without checking with jackie first, because you were already distracted by the idea of spending half the day with a toddler.
jackie found out when you told her, standing in the kitchen while she scrolled her phone and you casually mentioned, “chelsea and tipesa are dropping lennox off later, is that cool?”
jackie paused, looked up slowly, and said, “you already said yes?”
you shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. “yeah, it’s just for a few hours.”
she stared at you for a second, then sighed like she already knew this was happening whether she agreed or not. “okay… yeah, that’s fine.”
a couple of hours later, chelsea and tipesa dropped lennox off with his little bag, snacks, and anything else he’d need.
the second they left, the apartment changed. it wasn’t loud or chaotic, but it wasn’t just the two of you anymore either. lennox followed you from room to room like you were the most interesting thing in the world, and jackie ended up sitting on the floor with him while you got him toys.
at some point, you ended up on the couch with lennox sitting between you and jackie, his small hands playing with your fingers while he babbled nonsense. jackie was watching him, relaxed but focused, like she was making sure everything was fine without having to say it.
you were quiet for a while, just looking at him, then you said, “he’s so cute.”
jackie glanced at you. “yeah, he is.”
lennox leaned into you then, resting his head against your side, and you instinctively adjusted him so he was comfortable, your hand rubbing his back without thinking about it too much.
jackie noticed.
you didn’t.
a few minutes passed like that, and then you said it again, softer this time, almost absent minded, “he’s really, really cute.”
jackie gave you a look. “you already said that.”
you didn’t answer right away because lennox had grabbed your shirt and was playing with the sleeve, but your eyes stayed on him like you were thinking too hard about something.
then you said, “do you think we could have one?”
jackie blinked, slowly, like she was trying to figure out if she heard you right. “have one what?”
you finally looked at her. “a baby.”
the room went quiet in a way that didn’t match the soft noise of lennox babbling between you.
jackie’s posture shifted a little, not uncomfortable exactly, but definitely caught off guard. she let out a short breath and glanced down at lennox like he was suddenly very interesting.
“uh,” she started, then stopped, then tried again, “when?”
you shook your head a little. “not right now, like… eventually.”
jackie nodded slowly, still not fully landing on what to say, her hand rubbing the back of her neck as she tried to keep her expression neutral. “okay, yeah, i mean… eventually is different.”
you watched her face, waiting.
she looked back at you, then at lennox again, then back at you like she was trying to land on the correct response that wouldn’t make this weird.
“we can talk about it,” she said carefully.
you hummed, not fully satisfied but not pushing it either, your hand still resting on lennox’s back while he leaned into you like he’d decided you were his spot for the day.
jackie added after a second, quieter, “just maybe not while we’re actively babysitting one.”
you let out a small breath that was almost a laugh, leaning back into the couch. “fair.”
lennox reached up and grabbed your finger again, completely unbothered by the conversation happening over his head, and jackie finally relaxed a little when she saw you smile at him again, even if she was still sitting there thinking about how she was going to deal with what you just said later.
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