heyy girlie, i was wondering if you could write a juju watkins one where they are in the car driving somewhere and the song wgft by gunna and reader starts singing it and juju gives her a “ wtf” look and says sum like “ who getting fucced tn?” and reader just starts laughing but juju was being serious and then reader says “ nobody” she blushing because juju is kinda being dominant. Take as much time as u need, hope u doing gooddd
wgft
pairing: juju!girlfriend x reader!girlfriend
wc: 2.5k
summary: a late-night drive, a song said a little too confidently, and the quiet realization that some moments don’t end when the car stops—they follow you home.
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the wind is doing its usual thing, tangling through your hair as you ride shotgun in juju’s car. it’s always been your favorite seat, your throne, your little bubble of comfort where you get to watch her focus, drive, dominate the road like she owns it.
you’ve been passenger princess since the very beginning of your relationship, and you’re not about to give that up now.
the song on the stereo is soft at first, then it kicks in—“wgft” by gunna. you hum along, the words rolling off your tongue without thinking.
before long, you’re singing full out, feeling the bass in your chest and the wind in your hair.
juju glances over at you, her eyebrows raising in that way that makes your stomach do flips. “who getting fucced tn?” she asks, her voice calm but low, deadly serious.
you freeze mid-line, and then the laughter spills out of you, bright and uncontainable. “what?” you manage through giggles, still shaking your head.
“i said—who?” she repeats, tone sharp enough to make you blush, but the way her eyes are on you—intense, dominant, owning—you can’t look away. your lips curl, half in mischief, half in embarrassment.
“nobody,” you finally admit, voice quiet, cheeks hot. your hands fidget in your lap, and juju notices. she doesn’t say anything at first, just gives you that smirk that’s part amused, part dangerous.
the car hums around you both, tires on asphalt, windows cracked, the wind pulling at your hoodie strings. juju reaches over without warning, tucking a stray curl behind your ear. her fingers linger, brushing your skin lightly, and you can’t stop the shiver that runs down your spine.
“you laughing at me or with me?” she asks, still serious, still controlling the air between you two.
“with you,” you lie smoothly, though your heart’s hammering so loud you’re pretty sure she can hear it.
“hm,” she hums, shaking her head like she’s amused by your little act of bravery. “you always act like you got the power, huh? passenger princess, sure. but you’re forgetting who’s driving.”
your laugh bubbles up again, nervous and full of thrill. “yeah, yeah. i know.”
she leans just a little closer, eyes not leaving the road, one hand on the wheel, the other brushing against yours, a ghost of dominance and affection all in one. “you better,” she mutters, and it’s soft but heavy, full of meaning.
the song keeps going, your voice joining in again, quieter now, eyes sneaking glances at her every few beats. you’re bold enough to tease, careful enough to respect the boundary she’s set. the dance of your dynamic—the fun, the teasing, the little push and pull—is what makes these drives, these moments, unforgettable.
you catch a glimpse of yourself in the rearview, hair wild, cheeks pink, grin too wide. you feel invincible here, even under her sharp gaze, because the dominance she carries isn’t overbearing—it’s a tether, a line that keeps you grounded, but lets you fly at the same time.
“you know,” she says suddenly, voice dipping, pulling you right back to reality, “if you keep singing like that, i might just pull over and make sure those lyrics make sense.”
your stomach does a full flip. “oh yeah? how would you even do that?” you tease back, voice lilting, trying to sound confident but failing in the best way.
juju just smirks, a knowing curl of her lips, eyes still locked on the road. “you’ll see,” she says, and you can’t help the blush that blooms hotter, your pulse rushing.
you lean back, letting the wind whip at your hoodie strings again, letting the thrill of her control mix with the freedom of the road. it’s a rhythm you’ve come to love: her dominance, your teasing, the laughs, the blushes, the constant tiny power shifts. it’s electric, and you’d ride shotgun like this forever if you could.
“so, passenger princess,” she says after a beat, voice teasing now, not quite threatening, “you think you can keep up with me tonight?”
you grin, hair wild, heart racing. “always,” you whisper, even though the truth is, you’re not sure who’s really in charge anymore—but you wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything.
the song fades into the next track, your voice humming along softly, and the car carries you both forward, wind in your hair, dominance and laughter tangled together, making this drive, this moment, perfect.
juju doesn’t answer you right away.
instead, the blinker clicks on—slow, deliberate. she eases the car off the road like she’s got all the time in the world, pulling into a quiet turnout where the city noise dulls and the night feels closer, heavier. the engine cuts. silence settles.
you turn toward her, mouth already open to tease—“don’t,” she says calmly. one word. low. steady. your breath catches.
juju finally looks at you then, really looks. the streetlight outside casts a soft glow over her face, sharpens the line of her jaw, catches in her eyes. she reaches over, fingers wrapping around your wrist—not rough, not gentle. intentional.
“come here,” she says. it’s not a question.
you hesitate just long enough for her eyebrow to lift, and that’s all it takes. you unbuckle, knees shifting awkwardly in the small space, and she guides you easily—like she’s done this a thousand times in her head—until you’re straddling her lap.
the seat creaks. your hands hover, unsure where to go.
juju’s hands settle on your hips immediately, grounding, firm. her thumbs press in just enough to remind you exactly where you are, exactly who you’re sitting on. you can feel her warmth through the denim, the steady rise and fall of her chest beneath you.
“comfortable?” she asks, voice softer now, but no less commanding. you nod, swallowing. “yeah.”
“words,” she murmurs. “yes,” you say quickly, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the way your heart is racing.
juju hums in approval. one of her hands slides up your back, slow, stopping right between your shoulder blades—right where it makes your posture straighten without her even asking.
“that song,” she says quietly. “you always sing like you’re trying to start something.” you laugh, breathless. “i was just vibing.”
“mm,” she replies, unconvinced. her forehead leans lightly against yours. close enough that you can feel her breath, smell her cologne. “you gotta be careful doing that with me.” your cheeks heat. “why?”
she tilts her head, lips brushing the corner of your mouth—not a kiss, not yet. just enough to make you freeze. “because i take you seriously,” she says. that shuts you up.
her thumb traces a slow circle at your hip, grounding you again, reminding you this is real, this is happening. you’re hyperaware of everything—the way the world outside the car feels miles away, the way the windows fog just slightly, the way juju’s presence fills every inch of space.
“you good?” she asks, quieter now, checking in without losing that edge. you nod again, resting your hands lightly on her shoulders this time. “i’m good.”
“yeah?” she murmurs, finally pressing a soft kiss to your lips. not rushed. not hungry. just intentional. “my passenger princess.”
you smile into the kiss, laughter bubbling up again because of course she’d say that—but you don’t pull away. you stay right there, grounded in her lap, letting the moment stretch.
outside, a car passes. inside, time feels suspended.
juju rests her forehead against yours once more, hands still steady on your hips. “next time you sing like that,” she says, amused now, “don’t act surprised when i pull over.”
you grin, heart full, body warm, completely unbothered by the fact that she absolutely means it.
juju doesn’t rush you.
you stay there on her lap for a while, breathing each other in, the quiet between you doing most of the talking. her thumb keeps that slow, grounding rhythm at your hip, like she’s reminding you you’re still right where she put you.
“you always get quiet when you’re thinking too much,” she murmurs. you blink. “how you know that?” she smiles, small and knowing. “because i pay attention.”
that does something to you. your shoulders relax, your forehead dropping to hers, laughter bubbling up soft and embarrassed. juju lets it happen, lets you settle, lets the moment stretch until it feels lived-in.
eventually, she taps your hip gently. “c’mon,” she says. “before i really get distracted.”
you climb back into the passenger seat, still warm, still smiling. juju starts the car again, engine humming back to life like nothing just happened—except everything did.
as she pulls back onto the road, her hand doesn’t return to the wheel right away. it finds your thigh instead. not moving. just there.
the music comes back on low, something slow and familiar. the city lights slide past the windows, and every now and then juju squeezes your leg when a lyric hits or when you glance over at her too long.
you catch her looking at you at a stoplight. “what?” you ask. “nothing,” she says, but her hand tightens slightly. “just like seeing you relaxed.”
you lean your head back, watching the lights change. “you did that.”
“yeah,” she admits easily. “i know.” the rest of the drive eases into something softer. windows down now, night air cool against your skin, wind catching your hair again. juju’s focus stays steady, one hand on the wheel, the other still resting on you like it belongs there.
no teasing now. no games. just presence. when she finally pulls into the driveway, she doesn’t turn the car off right away. you sit there together, quiet, comfortable, the music fading out naturally.
juju leans over, presses a gentle kiss to your temple. “you good, princess?” you smile, eyes half-closed. “yeah.”
“good,” she says, squeezing your thigh once more before letting go. “let’s go inside.” and as you step out into the night together, you already know—that drive is gonna live in your head for a long time.
you barely get a chance to respond before juju’s hand is at your waist again, guiding you toward the building. the night air feels cooler now, brushing against your skin, but her presence is steady and warm beside you.
you’re halfway to teasing her about the dramatics when she suddenly stops. “hold on,” she says. before you can ask what she means, her arms slide around you—secure, effortless—and suddenly you’re off the ground. bridal style. your laugh slips out, surprised and breathless, instinctively looping an arm around her neck.
“juju,” you whisper, half laughing, half stunned. “what?” she asks, amused, already walking. “you didn’t say no.” you shake your head, cheeks warm, heart pounding against your ribs. “i wasn’t ready.”
“you’re fine,” she murmurs, grip firm but gentle. “i got you.”
the elevator ride is quiet. close. your head rests against her shoulder, her heartbeat steady beneath your ear. she smells like your favorite thing—clean, familiar, comforting. when the doors open, she carries you straight into her apartment like this is the most natural thing in the world.
she doesn’t set you down right away.
instead, she walks you into her bedroom, the lights low, the space calm and lived-in. juju turns, carefully, and lowers you onto the bed like you’re something precious. like she’s making a point.
you barely have time to breathe before she’s leaning over you, one knee on the mattress, hands braced on either side of your head. “still good?” she asks quietly. you nod, eyes locked on hers. “yeah.” that’s all she needs.
her lips meet yours—slow at first, deliberate. not rushed. not messy. just warm and sure and grounding. you sigh into it without thinking, fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt, pulling her closer.
juju deepens the kiss gradually, like she’s testing the pace, like she’s paying attention to every tiny reaction. her hand slides to your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek, tilting your face just how she wants it.
you melt into it.
the bed shifts as she settles more fully above you, weight balanced, careful. the kiss grows softer, then stronger again, a quiet back-and-forth that leaves you a little breathless, a little dizzy.
when she finally pulls back, it’s only by inches. foreheads touching. noses brushing. “you okay?” she murmurs again. you smile, eyes half-lidded. “more than.”
she chuckles softly, presses another kiss to your lips—shorter this time, sweeter. then one to your cheek. your temple. juju rests there for a moment, just breathing with you, hand still warm at your jaw.
“told you,” she says quietly. “that drive wasn’t the end of it.” you laugh softly, heart full, hands still holding onto her like you don’t want her going anywhere. and she doesn’t. you stay like that for a while.
juju hovering above you, close enough that every breath feels shared. her thumb traces lazy lines along your jaw, your cheek, like she’s memorizing you all over again. the kisses come soft now—forehead, nose, the corner of your mouth—quiet pauses in between where neither of you feels the need to speak.
“you know you don’t have to be funny all the time,” she murmurs at some point, lips brushing yours. you smile. “you know you don’t have to be serious all the time.” she laughs softly at that, low and warm, then dips back down to kiss you again. slower. lingering. like she’s agreeing without saying it.
eventually, juju shifts her weight, rolling onto her side and tugging you with her effortlessly. you end up tucked against her chest, her arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you in until there’s no space left to wonder where you belong.
you fit there easily.
your head rests just under her chin, her breath brushing your hair. she presses a kiss there too, absentminded, affectionate. one hand stays firm at your back, the other tracing gentle patterns that make your body soften completely. “this okay?” she asks, voice barely above a whisper now.
“yeah,” you say, just as quiet. “more than.”
she hums, satisfied, holding you a little closer. the room is still, peaceful, like the world has finally slowed to match your breathing.
sleep comes gently. when you wake up, sunlight is spilling through the window, soft and warm. juju’s still there, eyes half-open, watching you like she’s been awake for a while.
“you staring?” you ask, voice sleepy. “maybe,” she says, smiling. “you cute like this.” you groan softly, hiding your face against her shoulder. “don’t start.” she laughs, squeezing you. “too late.”
the morning feels easy. teasing without edges. juju presses a lazy kiss to your temple, then your cheek. you stretch, tangling your legs with hers, completely unbothered.
“still my passenger princess?” she asks, amused. you grin up at her. “always.” she kisses you again—slow, unhurried, full of promise—then rests her forehead against yours.
and you think, yeah. that drive really is gonna live in your head for a long time.
whenever i realize im procrastinating i go "this is NOT how jiang cheng rebuilt his sect and it is also NOT how im gonna complete xyz" and has been surprisingly effective in making me get up and go do the thing
tbh what i need isnt someone to beta read my fics i hate editing anyways but what i DO need is someone who i can just yap my ideas to and assure me that my plots arent insane
Okay so I've never seen a bowling alley on the beach like that!! Such a cool idea! Did you build it or is it a gallery find?
hi lovely - this amazing build ist from SarahLaCroix and you can find it in the gallery under the name „Sulani Beach Bowl“. it‘s definitely one of my favorite gallery finds 🎳🤩
