Ok But Like I Loved This(Aj )

Ok but like I loved this…(Aj 💕)

Hii can I request some jealous AJ? Maybe where reader hasn't been spending a lot of time with her and they end up being roommates at the hotel during the track race and Aj and reader are the ones who's phones get chosen together, then during the 7 minutes in the bathroom Aj asks reader why they've been distant and reader makes it up to her.

My Turn

AJ Campos x fem! reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut— oral, fingering, quickie scenario

Reader avoids AJ because of her own uncertainties, AJ isn’t happy about it and it seems the universe is on AJ’s side

“People, people— hurry up! Get on the bus, you can chat all you want during the ride.” Coach Murray urged. The remainder of the students still taking their own sweet time, picked up their paces and got onto the bus quickly. You were seated near the front of the bus, but when you saw AJ walking up those steps, you immediately wanted to hide so you got up and ran to the back rows.

“Stace. Mind if I sit here?”

“No, go right ahead, hon.” Stacey smiled. “Everything okay?”

“Uh, yeah. I don’t really wanna talk about it.”

Though curious, she doesn’t make you explain and just stopped that conversation there. AJ was looking for you— you saw her looking for you, and she eventually did lock eyes with you. You quickly averted your eyes. She sighs and just sat down in an empty seat behind Coach.

You do this sometimes, when you get the thought that creeps up on you saying you weren’t good enough for AJ, that thought, that feeling lingers. Until she confronts you about it. AJ knew, you guys have talked about that. But when you were experiencing those feelings, you usually still didn’t tell her, leaving it up to her to guess. She couldn’t really blame you, she knew how hard it could be to open up. Part of you felt bad, but your previously traumatised brain tells you to ignore her and that’s what you did. You couldn’t stop it.

After an hour or so, the track team arrives at their hotel where they’ll be staying for the away meet the next day. The students all gathered around in the lobby, waiting for Coach who was getting all the card keys from the front desk.

“On this list, you’ll see the name of your roommate and your room number. Stick to them. Boys, don’t go into girls’ rooms, Girls, don’t go into guys’ room. Light’s out is at nine p.m..”

You went over to the list, took a peek and grabbed a card then quietly slipped upstairs just accepting your fate. Coach had roomed you together with AJ— which was stupid, really. Everyone knew you two were together and given his warning just a few minutes prior, you’d think that he would not have put couples in the same room. Several minutes later, you hear AJ and Gabi’s voices approach the room on the other side of the door. Gabi says bye to AJ and the room door swings open a second later. AJ enters and closes the door behind herself, tossing her backpack onto the empty bed.

“So you’re not talking to me again?”

Your silence was a loud enough answer.

“Fine. I’ll be right here when you’re ready to.” Her reply was curt, and rightfully so. You just couldn’t bring yourself to say something to her and apologise for acting this way. You knew you needed time to get through such moods and prepare yourself to talk to her. But more often than not, she quite literally confronts you in three days because she cannot take you ignoring her.

Oh, and today? Was day three. So you were bracing yourself for another confrontation of sorts. This was a result of a horrible previous relationship, so AJ has been really gentle with you because you have been treated like shit by your ex.

That night, you and AJ went over to Stacey’s to hang out with the rest of the team. It’s become like a tradition over the years to play ‘seven minutes in the hotel bathroom’. You figured that the alcohol might do you some good and loosen you up in the event that AJ chooses to talk to you there.

But holy shit, you weren’t sure how, but yours and AJ’s phones were the first ones to get picked together. Stacey was concerned, but she didn’t say anything when she saw that it was you who took AJ by the hand into the bathroom.

————

“I’m sorry, I need to do better.” You started.

“You need to talk to me. I don’t want you to push me away anymore, no matter what. No matter how difficult it is, come to me. Say it— just say whatever and I’ll piece them together. Don’t deal with it yourself. You’re going to drive yourself crazy that way, babe. If you need time, if you need space, tell me that and I will give them to you. Don’t just stop talking to me out of the blue, y/n. Even though you have talked to me about the reason why, I still worry.”

You don’t know what came over to you, but you didn’t let her say anymore, crashing your lips onto hers. Your hand travels up her face and cups her cheek. AJ was quick to reciprocate despite her initial shock, “Let me make it up to you?” You asked into the kiss, barely clear enough for her to hear.

She nods, deepening the kiss, knowing what you meant by that. You nudged her onto the countertop, sliding off her shorts and underwear as you both moved. Kneeling before her, you dove right in, your tongue circling her clit and going up and down her folds. AJ lets out a pretty harsh exhale when you pressed your tongue flat against her clit. She didn’t know what to do with her hands, she was flustered. But they eventually found their way to either of her sides.

Smirking to yourself, your breath fanned against her growingly sensitive cunt. “How are you already wet?” Your eyes looked up at her to see that she was chewing on her lower lip to keep from making noise. Well, she’d let her mind run a little wild during her nap before this. So that was why. “I’ve been thinking about you doing this. Who knew our phones would get picked together on the first round—”

“Really?” You looked at her directly and smacked her once, not giving her more time to finish what she wanted to say. AJ whimpers in return, and you smirked to yourself. She throbs against your mouth.

You slid a finger in with no warning once you felt that she was wet enough. And that earned you a moan, “Fuck.”

The more you fucked her, the wetter she grew. And the more vocal she became. By now, she couldn’t care less about how much noise she was making. “Ah- ah— my god—” She whines, “Fuck.” Her pitch? Way higher. It was driving you nuts quickly.

But, you were feeling the pressure of the time, so you absolutely just gave AJ whatever she asked for. Faster? Okay. Harder? Just make more noise for me.

“Faster.” She says in a pant, “Fuck, babe— keep going.”

“As you wish.” You picked up your pace so much, that she nearly let out a cry, bucking her hip up towards your face. You slowed down soon enough, holding her down firmly as you continued to work her over. “Shit, ohh my god.” AJ swallowed thickly, feeling her breath hitch.

She sounded absolutely pathetic. God, you loved seeing her like this so much. Maybe a little too much.

“Shit.” She groans, “Shit, shit— I’m so close, babe.” You slid a second finger in with no warning, harshly pressing onto her sensitive spot. “Fuck!” She cursed, hips bucking up towards your face again as she unraveled right into your mouth, dripping down your chin. Your fingers don’t stop though, wanting to push her more— push her over the edge a second time.

AJ was feeling such an intense wave of pleasure that she could easily be pushed into overstimulation. So, you threaded carefully, being as gentle as you could be to draw out her second high. The girl could no longer stop squirming beneath you. “Baby.” You say, voice muffled due to the fact that you had your face buried deep in her pussy. “Give me another one? Can you do that?”

AJ looked at you through her glossy, half-closed eyes and gave you a vigorous nod before her head gets thrown back. With a final, forceful push into her that practically assaulted her g-spot, she came hard. Shaking as she does, “Shit— babe, that— what the fuck, holy shit.” Smiling proudly at your doings, you peppered light kisses all over her inner thighs. But AJ didn’t want that and quite literally yanks you up so she could kiss you. “We need to go.” She looks at you dead in the eye once she broke away, some of her own slick stuck to her lips and chin. Oh, boy. What was that sight doing to you?

A whimper falls from your lips as you licked them, breathing getting heavy by the second. You gulped, “Okay. Yeah— yeah, let’s—”

You were seeing AJ clean herself off with toilet paper and tossing it into the toilet, you see and feel her take your hand and clean off your mouth but your feet stay rooted to the floor.

“Let’s go, babe.” Her voice right by your ear snaps you out of your shock. At this moment, the timer goes off, “My turn.”

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💭A/N:

Sat in my inbox long enough, I decided to just write it because it annoyed me to keep seeing it in there. So expect another request done today lol. I wrote this in like, an hour😭 also— send me more requests!! I need some new ideas to brainstorm in my head😩

I was cooked but maybe I got ensemble so I’ll let y’all know Friday? Whenever cast list is out I’ll tell y’all

Did I cook or was I cooked? Stay tuned to find out

(Just finished my audition lol)

PERFECT AMAZING I LOVED IT (I used to play basketball so this was like for real me lol)

CAPRI X READER PLEASE

READER PLAYS A SPORT AND LIKE SCORES MAKING THE TEAM WIN LIKE AN IMPORTANT GAME. CAPRI IS THERE DOING HER CHEER STUFF, THEY GO OUT AND CELEBRATE (fluff or smut I’ll leave that up to you) I miss Capri lol

Cheerleader

Capri Donahue x basketball player fem! reader

Warnings: coarse language, fluff, little bit of smut ending

In which reader is the one who helps her school win a game after a five-year long losing streak

“I’ll see you later, at the game okay, angel?” Capri hugs you goodbye and smooches you on the cheek.

“Yup.” You smiled, giving her a kiss as well.

“I love you, all the best. You got this.” Capri says.

“Thank you, baby.” You chuckled over your words, giving her one last hug before leaving the apartment. You had to be at school at couple hours earlier than she did for a last practice before the game later. The school’s been notorious for losing the last five years in a row, no matter what the team at the time did. No matter how hard they practiced. No matter how good they were at practice. Even the coach kind of just…gave up at one point and told the team to do their best. He didn’t even want to show his face as coach, feeling the embarrassment of not being able to win. This year, the last coach quit and you guys got a new one. He was great as well, but knew about the school’s history of losing so he — along with the others before him, showed it. He did not like his job here as much.

Anyway, you got transferred to Frederick Douglas High your sophomore year and Capri was thrilled to have you so close to her now. You’d been dating a year at that point of your transfer, and it wasn’t like you two were doing long distance. But, getting to spend more time with each other was great— you couldn’t get enough of your girl. And, she feels the same way, so that was damn amazing. You were among the best of the best basketball players at your old school, so as a result the new coach, Alexis Yates? You were his favourite player. He was almost entirely relying on you to bring the school to victory today. The team was good— very good, but the opponent was always better. The scores were always, always close. But in the game, a loss was a loss. Also, it wasn't exactly like you had the option to join other sports or clubs. The coach at the time heard about your arrival and the school and asked for you by name to be on the team. And, you quickly learnt about the reason why he was so eager to have a player like you on the team.

"y/n, you're early!" Yates spot you jogging into the gymnasium. He was sitting on the bleachers looking the papers on his clipboard: strategies. You looked at him, being snapped out of your thoughts by his exclamation, "Just a few minutes. Lark and Melinda are here too."

They came up to you to say hi upon hearing your voice. "It's game day. Stay focused." "Don't worry, Yates." Melinda laughs, "y/n's got this."

'Way to make me more stressed out, thanks Mel.' You thought, but what actually came out of your mouth was a laugh. “Warm ups, ladies. Enough chitchat.” Yates blew his whistle.

After warmups came a practice game. And like Yates and everyone else expected, you scored the most times. “Maybe you should just carry the game, y/n.” Lark quips. Everyone else chimed in, agreeing. All eager for a win after such a long time to shake the negative reputation of the team. You looked over at Yates in disbelief— even he was agreeing with the team.

“You got this, girl.” He jokes, “We got your back. We got this.”

You laugh. You liked this coach way better than the last one. As much as he pushed his players, he still had the mind to play around and lighten the mood.

“You’ve all worked very hard. Some maintained, some improved. But most importantly, just do your best today and have fun. Winning will be good, but what matters is you all enjoy what you do.”

————

You had some free time before the game. So while some of the girls huddled together and chatted, you sat down at the bleachers with a couple of them to have a little something to eat and hydrate. Capri spots you from afar and she sprinted over, donning her full cheerleading getup. Fuck, she looked adorable.

She squeals, tackling you with a hug, “Hi, angel. Hi, guys.”

“Hey, Capri.” The girls sitting with you said hi to her.

“Hi, you.” You gave her a kiss on the lips, “How was practice?”

“It went well. We’re so ready to hype you guys up.” She laughs lightly, “Yours?”

“Uh, well, they jokingly said they wanted me to carry the game but I’m feeling the pressure, not gonna lie.”

“Baby, just do your best. Don’t focus on what they tell you. Focus on what you know how to do.” Capri says, stroking your cheek with her thumb, “You got this. You’re a star, baby.”

You cracked a smile, “Thank you.”

“Okay!” Yates ran over to the huddle, “Everybody doing okay? Good?”

“Yes, coach.” Everyone chorused— you included.

“I gotta use the restroom.” You excused yourself. “We have plenty of time. Go ahead, star player.” Yates responded playfully. Capri wanted to go with you but you told her not to, giving her a reassuring squeeze of her hand. “Okay, angel.” She gives in, “I’ll see you on the court, alright? Good luck.” Capri gives you a long kiss before breaking away. You head to the bathroom, Capri goes back to her squad on the other side of the court.

Truthfully, you were having a bit of a stomachache due to the nerves. So that’s why you had to go. So while you got through that, you took the time during then to calm yourself down. You checked the time on your phone to make sure you weren’t pressed for time. After awhile you felt okay enough to get out. So you flushed the toilet and walked out. “y/n! Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, Mel. Just a little nervous.”

“You’re a pro, y/n. You got this, alright? We got this. Breathe.” Melinda squeezes your shoulder, “I have a good feeling about this game.”

You nodded, “Yeah, we got this. It’s just a game, nothing we haven’t done before.

“That’s the spirit.” Melinda smiled, “Now come on, coach says he has new jerseys for us.”

“We got new jerseys?!” You gasped.

“Okay, ah, y/n. Here is yours, take good care of it. Number 33. Lark, Rina, Molly, Melinda. Here are yours, go get changed everyone!” Yates handed them all out to the five of you. You all quickly went to the locker room to change. “Let’s go, let’s go!”

The jerseys were such an upgrade. The shade of red matched with the cheerleaders’ uniforms but the exciting thing was that the basketball team— actually all the sports teams at the school now used a falcon as the mascot. An animal the symbolised victory. It seemed like such a sign to you. And clearly, the rest of the team. Of course, having the silhouette of a falcon on your backs was way better than having a donut. Right, the donut. Douglas The Donut had a makeover too— they got Alex a new mascot, which you found out after the game. But that comes in later.

“Remember what we talked about, ladies. Huddle!” You put your hands in for a little bit of a good luck chant. “Go, Falcons!” Damn, that felt good.

“Go, go, go Wildcats!” You all hear from the other team.

And so began the first quarter. First eight minutes. At first, the effort was pretty equal. You guys were a nice couple of points ahead. You felt like you were breezing through the game. You all were totally immersed, only paying attention to the necessary whistles and voices of the game. For you, that included the cheerleading squad. Specifically Capri. All of them hyping up the crowds to hype all of you players up and motivated.

At the end of third quarter, the opponent had the advantage. You were a little tired, ego was a little bruised too having gotten unintentionally or not, shoved to the squeaky gym floors. “Timeout!” The whistle resounded through the room.

“y/n. Are you okay?” Yates asked, concerned. The girls helped you up. “I’m fine.” You told them, “I’m good.” The referee came over to supervise, and listen in. “I’m good, let’s go.”

“Okay.” The referee declared, blowing his whistle, “Game resumes. Falcons get the ball.”

The rest of the game went on without a hitch, pushing aside your pride and focusing on the game entirely. “We’re down to the final quarter. Wildcats are a point ahead.” The commentators announced, “Six minutes on the clock, tensions are higher than ever. Number 10 from Palisade Garden and Number 33! Wow- we’ve got a star player. Going head to head, trying to score a point for their team.”

Your heart was racing. Eyes focused on every single thing that went by, people, players, the noises, the cheerleaders. “Oh! Wildcats failed to score. Falcons gets the ball, Number 33 has it, she passes it to 25. And we’re with 05. Everyone’s on the edge of their seat. We’re down to 35 seconds on the clock. Will she finally get the team to victory? Oh— we’re back with the pro, everybody!”

You’d emptied your mind, but yet you still felt intense things. The adrenaline rushing through your veins, the hundred odd pairs of eyes on you, you teammates watching you hopefully. “Let’s go!” Yates yelled.

Your breathing was deep, watching the hoop, watching the clock. All happening in the matter of seconds.

“Go Falcons!” Capri. Her voice rung through your ears giving you the surge in confidence to toss the ball right over. It smoothly went through the hoop. You watched it happen right before your eyes. In slow motion. Feeling your heart hammering in your chest, you couldn’t help but feel the sticky sweat falling down the sides of your face.

There was buzz, signalling the end of the game. The crowd and everybody else in the gym went absolutely nuts.

“THE FALCONS WIN! For the first time in five years! What a game!”

You feel a bunch of people tackle you in a hug, squealing and cheering. “You did it!” They exclaimed. “Holy shit.” You panted, finally snapped out of your little moment.

“Terrific job, y/n.” Yates came over and gave you a high-five.

“Tha—thank you.” You somehow found your way back to the bleachers and plopped down, grabbing your water bottle. “Oh, my God.” you muttered to yourself, staring at the score on the board. This was the final game, and you all won after several games over the course of a few weeks with different teams. This was the closest fight, but you all finally emerged victorious.

————

Capri hung around with you while you talked to your team. “Let’s go celebrate!” Yayes jogged up to you all after talking to the other team’s coach. “Pizza— my treat.” He continues. “Woo!” The team cheered, “Thank you, coach!”

“You all worked hard. You ladies deserve a little celebration. Especially considering our five year streak of no wins. You too, Donahue. Come on.”

Capri grins, “How are we getting there?”

“We walk.” He laughs.

“Right.” You all snorted, “Well, let’s go!”

The group of you walked to a nearby pizza place for a celebratory meal. And after bidding goodbye to the girls and Yates, you head back to Capri’s with her. “You were amazing, angel.” Capri gushes, starting her car.

You smiled, “Aww.”

“You, made history.” Capri continues.

“Stop.” You giggle.

“Neverrrr.” She continues playfully. “Oh, the things I wanna do to you right now.”

You choked on air at the sudden change in the mood, “Well, damn.”

“So hot.” She chuckles, hand caressing your thigh.

“I gotta shower, babe. I feel really gross being all sweaty.” You snorted a laugh.

“I know.” She replies, brows raised slightly, “We can do a lot. In the shower, too. That was fun, remember?”

“I’m feeling a bath.”

“Even better.” Capri guffaws, “You can rest your legs.”

“Okay.” You sigh, resting your head against the window, “Can’t wait~”

It wasn’t a long drive, but the power nap did you some good. You felt more energised and in a better mood. “Don’t wanna get up, baby?” She teased.

“Getting up, getting up.” You laugh, opening the door, “Let’s go.”

“Can I borrow your clothes?”

“You don’t even have to ask, baby. You always do.” Capri shuts her room door, locking it. Next, she started running the bath while you picked out an outfit. As you shut her wardrobe, you feel her wrap her arms around you from the back. “Baby, I’m sweaty, don’t.”

“I’m so proud of you.” She says, ignoring your statement. Then her hand started to roam, caressing your body lovingly.

“Thank you, baby. I loved that you were there with me.” You told her, a smile creeping onto your face. She spun you around and pressed a kiss to your lips. “Come on, let’s get in there.”

That look in her eyes…goddamn were you excited now too.

Capri took her sweet time worshipping each and every bit of your body, making you feel giddy happy. So loved and cherished, all warm and fuzzy inside too. It felt so, so damn good. Like a reward. It was like a reward, for winning the game. Capri gave you whatever the hell you wanted. Eventually also moving from the bathroom and to her bed after getting freshened up. You sat in her lap, squirming from sensitivity. Trying not to unravel so easily. She knew you were close, so she tells you to let go. “Hey, come on. It’s okay, you can come.” She coaxed, “Don’t need to hold back.”

Capri’s been plunging her fingers in and out of you for the last thirty minutes soaking her fingers and sheets, the constant pleasure alone felt incredible. So tender, so sweet…especially with her holding your face in her hand to keep eye contact. You didn’t even need to come— you didn’t feel the need to. You were completely relaxed and felt like you were ascending into a completely different dimension as she praised you and whispered sweet words into your ears unendingly.

“Give me one, baby. I wanna see it— I wanna taste you. Please?” On her command, you let go…safe and secure in her arms. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came intensely. “That’s it, angel. Just like that…so beautiful, baby. You’re so beautiful. Good girl.”

“Fuck, I love you.” You completely rested your wait on her, head thrown back on her shoulder. Through the corner of your eye, you saw her sticking her fingers in her mouth to clean them off. You laugh, “Shit, that is so—”

“I love you so much, my girl.” She told you earnestly, a comforting hand on your thigh. That look in her eyes gave you crazy butterflies. She continues, “That was perfect.”

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I’m back🥳

WOAH THATS CRAZY 🤯

Our time difference must be crazy because you always post when I’m asleep or when I stay up unreasonable late but it’s like a fun little surprise when I wake up and see one of my favorite writers has posted lol

its almost 10pm here😭💕

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH

If you have any questions about my queer experience or gender identity let me know I’ll be happy to answer them 🫶🏻🏳️‍🌈

Trying to finish a fic and found this lovely interaction

Aaron🧍‍♂️: I can go but I need a ride

J👾: you’re the oldest how are you carless

Y/n: HAHA CARLESS WHITE BOY

Poor Aaron lmaooo