KILLAH || oneshot
(gf!lauren betts x gf!reader oneshot)
sypnosis: post natty with your girlfriend (suggestive/fluffy)
author's note: hiiii! lo is genuinely so freaking hot we need more writers obsessed with her. but i was sooooo happy with the ucla win tonight!!!! i hope you like reqs are open!
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You already knew minutes ago what the outcome of the game is, but when the final buzzer goes off, the entire UCLA section goes insane around you. Hugging Michelle, Lo's mom, you try to wipe the tears running down her face before you attempt to make out with your girlfriend on the court.
You can barely even look for her before you feel a strong hand sliding around your waist, turning you around. Immediately, your face lights up at the sight of your girlfriend. Carelessly, you throw your arms around her as she picks you up, squeezing you tightly, her sweaty body sticking to you, but you honestly can't help but not care.
"You were so fucking amazing, Lo," You whisper into her ear, peppering her face with kisses before she pulls you away just enough to press your lips together softly.
Surrounding you, people try to talk to her, but she simply ignores them, listening to every last little comment and replay you give her on the game, nodding and smiling, giggling at certain parts, and squeezing you at others until she's forced back down to the court for pictures and such.
When families are allowed on the court with the players, you gladly follow Michelle, the two of you holding hands and quietly conversing the whole way there. Of course, you congratulate Lauren's teammates before finding her again.
"Sister-in-law!" Sienna exclaims, throwing her arms around you. Both the sisters are fucking tall, so the height difference is insane around them, like you feel so short. "You came!"
"Did you think I wasn't?" Sassily, you throw an eyebrow up, smiling before hugging her back. "I had to see my favorite player." Pretending to ignore your girlfriend's expectant giddiness, you point at her sister, nodding before you crack a smile at your girlfriend. Your favorite player.
Cheesing, you take about a million pictures with your girlfriend and the Betts', your cheeks honestly hurting by the time you're escorted off the court and into a side room to wait for Lo.
She comes out of the locker room after about 30 minutes of waiting, her hair damp from the shower, and with a fresh pair of jeans on and a tight tank top.
Non-sweaty now, you're much more inclined to open your arms for a hug.
Deciding to skip the bus, you decide to walk to the afterparty, her arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders to keep you warm as you debrief on the game.
"Oh my gosh, Lo, and there was this really stupid guy sitting next to your mom and I who would like to yell every time you got a basket and make fun of you. I was so freaking mad, like every time he opened his mouth,"
She just chuckles at your story, looking down and nodding as you walk together. "Hater's gonna hate,"
Pretending to be disgusted, you jostled her gently with your side. "Ew, you're weird,"
Smiling, she looks down to the side at you, and fuck, you melt. "Hey, you have to be nice to me tonight, I just won a natty."
Raising your eyebrow, you give her a pointed look. "But I'm still your girlfriend, I have rights to make fun of you,"
Shaking her head, she laughs. "Whatever,"
The club is, obviously, packed when you arrive, teammates everywhere, most of them already drunk, and all you can see is a sea of UCLA jerseys filling the giant room.
God, it's gonna be a long night.
Normally, you and Lo go to bed relatively early, so for the pair of you, it's gonna be longer than normal, but you're celebrating her, so you'll do it.
The night is spent with her hands all over you, on the small of your back, wrapped around your waist, gripping your hand. Just everywhere. She watches as you dance with Sienna, making eye contact every couple of seconds in a way that lets her know you're doing it for her. And you are. So you do.
Eventually, you pull her into the dance group you got going, grinding up against her in a way that you know drives her insane, teasing her beyond belief until she's pulling you away and back to a table the team has reserved.
She orders a couple of drinks for the two of you, both of you wanting to keep it light despite the partying.
Lounging now, you lean into her, your back pressing against her chest as you quietly converse, occasionally joining in someone else's conversation.
"Guess what I brought," She says quietly into your ear, her breath ghosting your neck before she pulls away.
Whipping your head around, you know exactly what she brought. "Oh yeah? The glittery one?" You smirk.
She snorts at this comment, but nods. "Yep, baby, there's gonna be glitter all up in your belly tonight,"
That's about the only confirmation you need to get the hell out of that club with your girlfriend in tow.
