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since tiktoks getting bannedâŠ
had to post THE paige bueckers edit that changed lives forever
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40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS CHAPTER FOURTEEN
thought iâd be lying if i said âi didnât want you to myself.â when you look me in my eyes and, tell me that itâs mine, iâŠ
pairing wnba!paige bueckers x singer!oc
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warnings none! my girls are getting on the right track in this one.
kalena speakss đȘœ! this chapter might be a little underwhelming for yâall but itâs so key for the ending of this story and allat!
July 2025 â Kia Forum, Inglewood, CaliforniaÂ
I never imagined that singersâ especially really fucking good onesâ could be so terrible at singing happy birthday.
Backstage at Kia Forum Iâm joined by none other than Destin Conrad and Victoria Monet, and multiple other members of my team, just minutes away from going out on stage.
I can hear the crowd and feel the rumble under my feet even though no one is out yet.Â
âYou guys do know my birthday isnât until tomorrow, right?â I laugh when the singing comes to an end.
Destin drapes an arm over my shoulder, slightly bumping his hip against mine. âYes, but it will be by the time weâre off stage.â He responds, squeezing my shoulder gently and leading me closer to that black stage. The instrumental of Unpredictable plays, and Destin is walking out to start his verse.
I shake off any nerves that reside on my mind and adjust the grip on the microphone in my hand.
Thereâs always a moment of clarity whenever Iâm about to go on stage, like the feeling of being so loved by thousands of people is surreal.Â
Footsteps grow increasingly louder behind me, I tug out my inner ear monitor to look over at who is behind me.
âKea?â My eyebrows furrow and I gasp just slightly surprised. I knew she would be here, she made a big deal of explaining how Cameron, Paige, and herself would get comfortable in their suite and cheer for me the loudest of anyone in the arena.
So I fully expected her to be, well, in her suite. Not here.
âListenââ
âI have to goââ
âI know, just listen. I know about Paige. She told me everything, and I'm not mad itâs just,â Rickea pauses with a sigh and I look at her pointedly, silently telling her to hurry it up before I miss my cue.
âYou should hear her out. I know youâre hurting over it all, and rightfully so, but I know Paige. And I donât think sheâs ever been more regretful of something in her life.â She adds.
âIs she here?â I ask.
âNo, she thought you didnât want her here.â
It makes me frown. Because even now, after all the things Iâve said, or rather left unsaid, I still wish she was here.Â
When she came and saw me the first time, I didnât even know she was there and it sucked. It sucked because I was so desperately missing her. My mind was racing over thoughts of her and she wasnât there. Somehow, knowing that she stayed home tonight hurts even more.
Knowing that Paige thought Iâd rather have her at home than here, fucking hurts. I did that. I made her feel like that.
I didnât think that it was possible to miss someone this bad. Paige had literally weaved her way into my life and in two months had me wrapped around her finger.
She should be here. No matter what. She said she would so she shouldâve followed through. Why didnât she follow through?
I reluctantly nod at Rickeaâs words, hearing Destinâs voice echo through the building as my verse approaches. I look back and forth from my sound manager and herself, my words resting on my tongue, mouth slightly parted.
âIâ I gotta go.â I murmur wrapping my hand tighter around my microphone and backing up towards the stage, and Rickea looks defeated. I can only imagine how many conversations about me she had to have had with Paige in order for her to tell me to speak to her.
âI will.â I called out. âIâll talk to her, I mean.â
Thatâs all I say before beginning my verse, exiting to the stage and being greeted by the cheers of my sold out audience.
â
July 2025 â Two weeks ago
âYour birthday is coming up soon.â Paige mumbles into the air.Â
We sit on her couch, my legs resting on her lap while we do nothing but talk. I didnât want to go home even though I knew I should. After the entire argument I had with Julian earlier, my phone has been blowing up with texts and calls from him. I knew that if I were to go home, Iâd be responding and giving him the exact response heâs wanting.
So instead I sit here, letting Paige rub up on my legs and tell me everything I want to hear. All too intimate for two people who arenât supposed to be seeing each other.
âYeah.â I respond, feeling goosebumps travel up my skin from the way her fingers play with the charm anklet by my foot.
âWhy you say it like that? You ainât excited?â She asks me, a chuckle tumbling past her lips.
âNo, no! I am!â I smile. Her eyes on me are almost suffocating, I still canât even find it in me to break the eye contact. âThereâs a lot to be excited about. The show. Imma drive out to San Diego too.â
Thereâs a sly bite to Paigeâs lip as she looks at me, taking in everything I tell her. âSan Diego? Whatchu doinâ out there?â She asks.
âI used to spend my birthday with my grandma. She got this nice ass place in La Jolla.â I start, thinking about all the birthdays I got to spend in California before even moving here. âShe passed away a few years back, so I try to stay at her place for my birthday weekend. Itâs like sheâs still here with me, yâknow?âÂ
Paige frowns a bit, trailing her hand up my leg to squeeze at my calf. Itâs comforting, saying all the words she has yet to.
âIâm sorry âbout that.â She says, her eyes softening just slightly.
I shrug. âDonât be, itâs alright.â I slide my legs off of her lap and they drop to the floor. She looks at me almost disappointed that Iâm no longer touching her. Itâs late, past one oâclock, and the city is nearly asleep. We should be too. âYou coming to the show?â
âWouldnât miss it, ma.â
That damned pet name is about to make me lose my mind. She knows exactly what sheâs doing when she says it. The eye contact and lick of her lip, sometimes she smirks after and it turns me into a puddle every time. Itâs almost more sensual than when she calls me âangelâ. When she does that, I just feel warm inside. Giddy almost. Sheâs being a sweetheart.Â
But when Paige fixes her lips and relaxes her jaw and opens her mouth to call me âmaâ itâs raunchy, and I can only imagine how it would sound when she's breathing all heavy. Whispering it in my ear, talking her shit to me in a way that would make me fall apart just for her. On her hands or mouth or literally anywhere.
âWe should do sum. Like dinner after the show.â Paige suggests, voice sort of quiet. The sweet suggestion takes me out of my otherwise dirty thoughts. I can tell sheâs been thinking about how to bring this up. Like sheâs trying to get a feel of whether that would be too forward or not.
âSo yâwanna take me on a date?â I smirk, watching the way her face flushes. We sit even closer to one another, my knee pressed up against her thigh as I sit on my haunches.
âI wanna do something nice for your birthday, actually.â She teases. âBut if you wanna call it that, then sure. Lemme take you out then.â
I look at her incredulously, this was the same woman who just told me she didnât want to be a home-wrecker, the same woman that swore she would give me space and time to figure my shit out. Yet here she is, with the bite of her lip and eye contact that makes me feel naked. The words fell from her tongue so sultry, and I wouldnât be surprised if I was blushing so bad that I was pink.
âStop it.â I laugh, pointing at her with a squint of my eyes.
âYâont wanna go out wimme? I thought I was doinâ a great job at being all charming and shit.â Paige leans into me, her head just slightly angled as she bores into my eyes. âI think you and me would have a great night at dinner.â
âI think you are very bold.â
âI think you should kiss me.â
It shuts me up, and I freeze and look at her like she has three heads. Paige, however, looks very proud of herself. Smug, even.
âYouâre crazy.â I mutter, sitting up from my spot on her couch to trot towards the door. She follows me instantly, her laugh echoing in my ear. Paige grips my wrist, pulling me to her until my back is pressed against her chest and her arms are wrapped tight around my waist.
âCâmon Iâm just kidding.â She mumbles.
âNo youâre not!â I laugh, attempting to get her off my back, but really really I donât want her to move. I like this feeling of Paige all on me like this. Her body is warm, breath fanning my neck.
âOkay, just one last kiss.â Paige turns me around in her embrace. I always forget how tall she is, because most of the time weâre just close enough where it feels eye to eye.
But she towers over me right now, Calvin Klein scent traveling down to my nose, blonde hair tickling her tanned skin. Sheâs stunning. Gorgeous in a way that Iâve never seen before.Â
âJust one, before you go.â
âAre you begging me?â
âWill it make you kiss me if I say yes?â
I roll my eyes, but it doesnât stop me. Iâm instantly reaching for her face, cupping her cheeks in my hands and angling my head towards hers. She kissed me slowly, lips barely even moving against my own as she grabbed my hips.
I donât think I want this to end, if I could spend the rest of my life kissing her I think Iâd be happy.Â
ââGood kisser.â Paige groans against me.
I pull back from her sucking on my bottom lip which is now wet from her saliva. âWhatchu say?â
âSaid youâre a good kisser, ma.â She repeats. Her thumb traces over my bottom lip. âYou break up with whatâs his name, and we can do a lot more of that.â Paige shrugs, moving in and kissing me again. It's even shorter, something I could barely consider a peck.
But Iâd be a fool to stop her.
â
July 2025 â Los Angeles, CaliforniaÂ
Only I would be distracted by Maraye while she isnât even in the room.
My flight to Indiana is in the morning and I should be packing the clothes that surround me where I sit on the floor. But I canât tear my eyes away from my TV, the Amazon Prime replay of her birthday bash playing on my screen.
She looked incredible last night. A long crystallized black dress was what she wore first. Then some baggy jeans and a vintage Atlanta Falcons jersey that was tucked just right where I could catch a glimpse of a new tattoo on her rib. The camera can barely make it out, but I saw it and it was occupying a spot in my brain all night.
I shouldnât be here. I mean sure, I should be packed and ready to go for the weekend. But I shouldnât be sitting on the floor like an idiot.
I should be at some fancy restaurant, Maraye sitting across from me in some pretty dress with that fucking lip combo she wears that makes me forget my name.Â
Itâs her birthday for Godâs sake, I should be wishing her a happy birthday and telling her how fucking important she is in my life. I texted her earlier today, first thing when I woke up actually. Just like my other texts, it went unread and unanswered.
I reach for the rest of my clothes on the floor, packing jeans and shorts and shirts into my suitcase haphazardly. It was hard to focus when I could hear her singing in the background.Â
SOS. The first song I ever heard of hers, the song that is probably to blame for what became an obsession with her. She sounds just as perfect as she did then. Maybe even more. But I'm not sure if thatâs because sheâs gotten even better as a musician or if itâs because Iâm so embarrassingly down bad that the slightest change in tone makes me think that.
Probably both.
I can feel my phone vibrate against the carpet, my lock screen, or rather the bible verse written on it flashes bright. John 13:7.
I see her contact name almost as bright.
Itâs been what feels like forever since sheâs texted or called me. Even longer than when I saw her at the gala. My mind short circuits and I havenât even opened it yet.
When I do, I feel like I can breathe again. Itâs minor, not an emoji or exclamation mark in sight but it still makes me feel like everything is right again.Â
Happy birthday angel, missin you extra today sent 7:02am
thanks sent 6:12pm
Thatâs it. Thanks. But itâs something, something that lets me know she knows I exist. Thatâs all I can really ask for right now.
i miss you
can we talk soon? i know youâre busy with all star stuff but whenever ur ready, i am too sent 6:15pm
That one I didnât expect. Not in the slightest.
But I smile anyway, staring at my phone like a fucking high school girl with a crush.
i miss you too
iâm free rn, iâll come over just say the word read 6:16pm
maraye đ« started sharing location 6:16pm
When I click her location I nearly scoff. La Jolla, San Diego. Over 2 hours away. Iâd be crazy to get in my car, and drive out there when I have a flight at four in the morning. When I have clothes that still need to be paired together and shoes that need to be picked and toiletries to be packed.
Iâd be crazy to drive to San Diego to see her when I donât know what she wants to say. She could tell me she doesnât want shit to do with me.
But then thereâs that other possibility. The one where she could tell me she wants me, needs me, loves me. I think the fact that there is a chance, no matter how slim, that she could forgive me and that I can fix this means more than everything else.
So Iâd be crazy not to go. Right?
â
July 2025 â San Diego, CaliforniaÂ
Iâm crazy.
I know sheâs leaving, maybe tonight, probably in the morning. And I am too. A flight to Indy is waiting for me tomorrow morning. I shouldnât distract her before the biggest weekend of her life with this. With something that couldâve been fixed forever ago if I just let her speak.
I was going to let the silence go for the rest of the weekend. Talk to her when we get back, maybe even after the game.
Then Rickea got to me, and Paige was texting me happy birthday, and then I saw them.
Texts that started with long paragraphs, apologies that then I wouldâve called phony or weak. They dwindled from those long thought out messages to short ones. A few sentences that turned into a few words.Â
But they never stopped. She never stopped texting.Â
So now, when I read them, I know she was serious. I know she was sorry.
I know that when she texts me, saying she stayed up at night thinking of me, or that she funnily enough thought she was playing terrible without my live textsâ she meant it. All of it.
Iâm otw
Traffic is shitty but Iâm coming
Stay up for me?
Omg I just triple texted like an idiot.. ignore all that sent 8:00pm
iâm waiting :) read 8:01pm
Thatâs all I really can do. Just wait.Â
And when I do hear that knock or get that phone call I know where Iâm going. Iâm going back to her. Because itâs always going to be her.
Paige is my person.
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me right nowđ§đœââïž
i want yâall to know that i am indeed crashing out over this game, and if we end up losing yâall will see a very evil side of me đ
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"investing in paige is never gonna be a wrong choice"
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azzi got their first points i know thatâs rightđââïžđââïžđââïž
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uconn is playing forty minutes away from me and iâm homeđ©
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iâm going to try an work on chapter 2 of for me today but i have a final exam and a paper thatâs due tomorrow and i want to try to have the chapter done and out before i go on vacation in two weeksđââïž
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PLEASE DONT SEPARATE JOE, TEE AND JAâMARR PLEASE
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how are you watching the game?
playback.tv/wnbaradio !
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watching this game with the horrible quality and underwater audio </3
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for me? | chapter_1
paige bueckers x fem reader
synopsis; you and paige share unspoken feelings for each other, resulting in an escalating tension that complicates your friendship and challenges your emotions
warnings; sexual tension, emotional conflict
hi hi! this is the first chapter and it took me so long to be happy with the outcome. i hope everyone enjoys it and let me know what you think!
Waking up at eight in the morning was part of your daily routine. As the director of the media team at UConn, you had a lot on your plate: ensuring everyone had their assignments for upcoming practices and games, approving various media, scheduling everything meticulously, and preparing for interviews and conferences. You loved the hustle. At just twenty-three, you were already one of the most dedicated directors, a title youâd earned after starting out as an interviewer and photographer.
After finishing your morning routine, you laced up your shoes, grabbed your keys, and tossed your laptop into your backpack. You gave your apartment a quick glance before locking the door and heading to your car.Â
A few minutes later, you pulled into the parking lot of the basketball facility, you slid on your headphones and grabbed your key card to enter the building. Typically, you were the first one in, but as you passed the basketball court, you heard the unmistakable sound of squeaking sneakers. Curious, you paused and spotted a blonde ponytail in motion. You walked backward until you reached the glass windows, peering inside. There she wasâPaige Bueckers, effortlessly sinking shots from way beyond the three-point line with the kind of ease most people could only dream of.
You walked back to the nearest door, slipped inside, and made your way to the court. As you approached, Paigeâs voice rang out. âI was wondering when youâd show up,â she said, watching the ball swoosh through the net before turning to face you.Â
âHow did you even know it was me?â you asked, tilting your head with a smile.Â
âYouâre the only one crazy enough to be here this early,â she said, chuckling. âAnd look whoâs here.â She pointed at you with a smirk.Â
âYouâre here, arenât you?â you shot back. âTouche,â Paige said while you laughed, shaking your head as you jogged over to meet her. âYou really have a thing for calling me out.â
Paige shrugged, giving you a playful wink. âHey, someone has to keep you on your toes.â
You exchanged a quick dap, but before you could fully pull away, Paige wrapped her arms around your waist in a sudden hug. The warmth of her caught you off guard, and for a second, you just stood there, soaking it in.
âI missed you,â she said, her voice quieter than usual, though still full of that familiar playfulness.
You chuckled softly. âAlright, you got me. I missed you too.â
She pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, her mischievous grin back in place. âSo, whatâs the plan? Are you ready to show me up on the court, or are you just going to stand around being all cute?â
You glanced down at your watch. âAs much as Iâd love to stay and shoot hoops with you, Iâve got a million things to do today.â
âRight,â Paige said with an exaggerated eye roll. âThe directorâs got to direct. Youâve got all that important work to do, donât you?â
âI do,â you said, feigning seriousness. âBut donât worry, Iâll make it back later. Might even grab some footage of you practicing... just because.â
Paige raised an eyebrow and shot you a teasing look. âOh, so Iâm your muse now? Better get my best side.â
âAlways,â you replied with a smirk. âBut honestly, every sideâs the best side.â
She laughed, tossing her head back, her ponytail swaying. âSmooth talker. Alright, director, go do your thing or whatever.â
You waved as you turned to head out. âIâll be back. Donât miss me too much.â
As you walked toward your office, the light in your chest made it hard to wipe the grin off your face. Not just because of the work that lay ahead, but because youâd been lucky enough to get a little piece of something special every time you spent time with Paige.
You settled into your office, finally diving into the mountain of emails that had piled up overnight. The routine of workâscheduling, approving media, prepping for upcoming gamesâhelped keep your mind from wandering too much. You focused on the tasks at hand, pushing away any stray thoughts of the court, of Paige, of the way her laugh echoed in your mind long after she was gone.
The hours passed, and your stomach rumbled around noon, reminding you that youâd barely eaten. You grabbed a protein bar from your drawer and got back to work, responding to emails and crossing off one to-do after another. Between finalizing the schedule for an upcoming game and reviewing media coverage, you barely noticed the time slipping by.
Around 2 p.m., your phone buzzed on the desk. You reached for it absently, expecting another work-related message. Instead, it was a text from Kaia: hey, want to hang out tonight? maybe grab dinner or watch something?
You stared at the message for a long moment, your finger hovering over the screen. Kaia had been sweet to you, and you liked herâreally liked herâbut things had felt different since that night at the bar. That night with Paige. The tension that had simmered between you two, that casual teasing... it had unsettled you in a way you hadnât expected.
You couldnât deny it any longer: something was shifting between you and Paige, and you couldnât ignore it. And yet, here was Kaia, reaching out with the kind of ease you wished you could feel.
But you knew you couldnât go out with her tonightânot with the feelings you were trying to suppress, not with the way your mind kept circling back to Paige. You didnât want to lead Kaia on when your heart wasnât entirely in it. And you definitely didnât want to be unfair to her. She deserves someone who could give her their full attention, not someone who was tangled up in confusion.
You set the phone down without replying, forcing yourself to focus back on the work in front of you. But the knot in your stomach remained. You werenât sure if it was guilt for ignoring Kaiaâs invitation or the unresolved tension that still lingered in your chest every time you thought about Paige.
The clock ticked on, and you tried to push both thoughts aside as you finished up the last of your tasks. Just as you were about to close your laptop, your door creaked open.
"Hey, director," Paigeâs voice called out, light and familiar. You looked up, and there she was, leaning against the doorframe with that grin of hersâthe one that always made your pulse pick up a little too fast.
âBusy?â she asked, arching an eyebrow as she stepped inside.
You smiled, leaning back in your chair. "Not at the moment. Whatâs up?"
Paige walked further into the room, the scent of something delicious filling the air as she set the bag down on your desk. âThought Iâd check in on you. And, yâknow, bring you something to eat. Youâve been working through lunch again, havenât you?â
You raised an eyebrow, surprised. âYou didnât have to do that.â
âToo late, already did,â Paige grinned, pulling out a Caesar salad wrap, crispy fries, and your favorite passion fruit juice. âYouâve been stuck here all morning, so I thought you could use a little pick-me-up.â
You couldnât help but smile at the gesture. âThis is very sweet of you P, I was just starting to get hungry.â
âFigured as much,â she said, flopping down in the chair across from you. âIâve been keeping an eye on you, making sure you donât work yourself into the ground.â
You laughed, opening the bag and grabbing the wrap. âYouâre spoiling me now, my favorite from Gansettâs? Howâd you know?â
Paige leaned back, resting her arms behind her head casually. âWeâve known each other for a long time now, you think I wouldnât know where one of your favorite meals is from?â
âNot a lot of people pay attention to things like thatâ You laughed, shaking your head.
Paigeâs eyes twinkled with amusement. âWell good thing Iâm not just anybody.â
You felt a strange flutter at her words, a mix of admiration and something else that was harder to pin down. She wasnât wrongâshe had a way of making you feel like she really saw you, and that made you feel⊠something more than just friends. You quickly brushed the thought aside, not sure you were ready to unpack it.
Paige laughed, but this time it was softer, like she caught the shift in the air between you two. She held your gaze a moment longer, her expression a little more serious than usual. âSo⊠youâre still sticking to that âall work, no playâ routine? No chance of you coming out and having some fun tonight?â
You paused, considering. There it was again, that casual invitation. The kind of offer you would normally take without thinking. But with everything that was swirling inside youâfeelings you couldnât even begin to sort throughâyou couldnât bring yourself to say yes.
âActually, I was supposed to meet up with Kaia later,â you said, the words slipping out before you could stop them. A flicker of guilt washed over you. You hadnât really planned anything with Kaiaâyouâd just ignored her text earlier. âBut, uh, I think Iâm going to go meet her after all. Just need to get out for a bit.â
Paige gave you a long look, her brow furrowing slightly. âOh yeah? Thatâs a change. Havenât seen you take a break in forever.â
You shrugged, trying to sound casual. âYeah, figured I could use one.â
Paige didnât press it, but the air between you felt a little heavier. She stood up, brushing off the hem of her hoodie, and gave you a smile, though it didnât quite reach her eyes. âWell, donât let me keep you. But if you ever want to ditch the routine, you know where to find me.â
"Thanks," you said, your voice quieter than you meant. "Maybe next time."
Paige paused at the door, glancing back at you with a look that you couldnât quite read. âYeah. Maybe next time.â
You watched her walk out, her footsteps fading down the hallway, and a strange knot tightened in your stomach.
Kaiaâs message was still there on your phone, waiting to be answered. You were going to meet up with her, but something about it felt a little off now. The weight of Paigeâs words and the tension in the air lingered, but you pushed it all aside for the moment.
You grabbed your phone and typed out a quick response to Kaia:Â
hey! dinner sounds good, is Latina Cantina cool with you?
You hit send and tossed your phone back on the desk, hoping dinner would help take your mind off everything.
A couple of hours passed since Paige had dropped by your office. You buried yourself in work, crossing off to-dos and reviewing media, but your thoughts kept flickering between the tasks at hand and your conversation with Paige. Before you knew it, late afternoon had rolled around, and practice time was approaching. You decided it was about time to head over to the court to get some footage of the team.
Grabbing your camera gearâlenses, extra batteries, and your bagâyou made your way toward the gym. The familiar sounds of practice greeted you as you approached: the squeak of sneakers, the bounce of basketballs, and the low hum of players in motion.
When you reached the court, you immediately spotted Paige. She was in the middle of a drill, her blonde ponytail swinging as she drained shots from beyond the three-point line with ease. You smiled to yourself, knowing you'd be in for some good footage today.
You pushed open the door to the gym, which creaked slightly as it swung wide. Paige turned her head and, as soon as she saw you, her face lit up. She waved you over with a grin, clearly enjoying herself.
âLook who finally decided to show up,â she said, tossing the ball up into the air, making another effortless shot. "I was starting to think you forgot about me."
You chuckled and adjusted your camera, walking over to her. âBusy doing responsible adult things, you know how it is,â you said with a smirk. âBut Iâm here now, and Iâm ready to capture all your greatness.â
Paige shot you a teasing look. âBetter get a good shot of me then,â she said, setting herself up for another shot. She launched the ball into the air, sinking it with ease. She turned toward you with a playful grin. âThatâs one for the highlight reel, right?â
You snapped the picture, laughing. âDefinitely.â
Paige ran to the other side of the court, getting back into position, and you quickly moved to adjust for the next shot. She continued to hit shot after shot, making it look effortless. With every successful basket, sheâd glance back at you, pointing toward the camera as if to say, âThat was for you.â
The entire team was in sync, their chemistry on full display as they went through drills, but Paige was in a class of her own. Her movements were smooth, controlled, and she made it all look easy. You kept snapping photos, capturing everything from her perfect form to her focused expressions.
After a few minutes, you decided to move around and get shots of the rest of the team. You greeted the players with high-fives and daps, snapping pictures as they got into their respective drills. Some of them flashed quick smiles for the camera, while others focused on their practice. You even took a moment to greet the coaches, giving them a wave and a nod before heading back to catch more action. The atmosphere was relaxed, but you could feel the energy in the air as the team worked together.
About an hour or two into practice, you decided to start wrapping up. The team had been working hard, and it seemed like a good time to pack up for the day. You took a last round of shots, then slung your camera bag over your shoulder.
As you headed for the door, Paige caught your eye once more, flashing that signature grin. âDonât forget about me now,â she teased, tossing the ball to a teammate. âMake sure you get my best angles next time.â
You waved at her as you walked toward the exit. âIâve got plenty of footage. Donât worry,â you called back with a grin, feeling the weight of your day settling in.
As you stepped out of the gym, the sounds of practice fading behind you, you made your way to your car. You had done what you came to do, and now it was time to head home and get ready for your dinner with Kaia. The evening was calling, and though your mind was still half on the court, you knew you needed to focus on the night ahead.
Your phone buzzed again as you walked toward the exit. It was Kaia: âLatina Cantina works for me, see you there?â
You typed out a quick response, feeling the familiar pull of anticipation as you headed for your car.
âperfect, see you later.â
With everything wrapped up at the gym, the rest of your day fell into place. You were ready to unwind for the night, but that lingering feelingâthoughts of Paigeâseemed to float just under the surface. It was hard to shake them off, but for now, youâd focus on getting ready for your date with Kaia. Tonight was about having fun.
You drove home, the familiar sights of the city passing by without much thought. The conversation with Kaia lingered, but so did Paigeâs smile and the way her eyes had met yours with that unspoken hint of something more. You shook it off and focused on the night ahead. Kaia was sweet, and you liked her. You were determined to be present for her.
At home, you tossed your bag on the couch and started going through your closet. You wanted to look good without overthinking it. Something casual, but still special. You settled on a fitted jersey, leather pants, and your black Amina Muaddi heels. Comfortable yet stylish. After a quick glance in the mirror, you felt good enough to head out.
Before leaving, you took a couple of mirror pics, capturing the outfit just right. You checked your phone, made sure you had everything, and grabbed your keys.
Your phone buzzed againâit was a message from Kaia: iâm already here, canât wait to see you!
You smiled, the familiar excitement bubbling up. You shot her a quick reply: omw now, see you soon, pretty girl.
The drive to Latina Cantina was short, and you found a spot right in front. Walking in, the warm scent of spices and sizzling food hit you instantly. You spotted Kaia almost immediatelyâsitting at a corner booth, scrolling through her phone, her easy smile lighting up when she saw you.
"Hey, you made it!" she said as she stood up, giving you a friendly hug. "Glad we could finally catch up."
You smiled, the tension from earlier slipping away. "Yeah, me too. It's been too long."
Kaia looked great, dressed in a soft, oversized sweater in a pastel shade, paired with a sleek mini skirt and chunky white sneakers. She completed the look with a simple silver necklace. The outfit was relaxed yet chic, and she pulled it off effortlessly. "You look amazing," you said, sitting down across from her.
"Thanks," Kaia smiled, her eyes twinkling. "I figured Iâd dress up a little, hope I didnât overdo it."
"Not at all," you said, grinning.
The night went smoothlyâgood food, easy conversation, and laughter. Kaia was warm and attentive, and though there were moments when your mind briefly wandered back to the gym, you quickly refocused. You didnât want to spoil the night.
As you finished up dinner, Kaia leaned across the table, her eyes glinting with curiosity. "So, what's been going on with you lately? Youâve been a little... distracted."
You hesitated, your thoughts drifting back to Paige, but before you could respond, Kaia smiled playfully. "Iâm just glad weâre hanging out tonight, no distractions, right?"
You chuckled, grateful for her easy-going nature. "Yeah, no distractions tonight. Just us."
The conversation flowed effortlessly after that. Kaiaâs warmth and lightheartedness made it easy to be present. You talked about funny stories from work, what you both had been up to lately, and random bits of pop culture.
As the meal wound down, Kaia leaned back in her seat, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "So, whatâs next on the agenda for you? I know youâve got a lot going on."
You took a sip of your drink, considering. "Honestly? I just needed a night off. No work, no stressâjust hanging out."
"Well, Iâm glad youâre here," she said, her tone sincere. "We should do this more often."
You nodded, feeling a flicker of warmth. "Definitely. Iâd like that."
For a moment, the two of you just sat there, the noise of the restaurant buzzing around you. There was something about this moment, about Kaiaâs easy presence, that felt... right. You smiled, grateful for her patience, for how effortlessly she seemed to make everything feel comfortable.
The waiter brought the check, and after a few moments of back and forth, you split the bill. You both stood up, and Kaia pulled on her jacket as you followed her out of the booth. Walking toward the door, Kaia brushed her shoulder against yours, a playful grin on her face. "Same time next week?" she teased.
"Sounds like a plan," you said, your voice a little lighter than when you first walked in.
Outside, the cool night air greeted you both as you walked to your cars. Kaia stopped, turning to face you. âI had a really great time tonight. Thank you for coming out.â
You smiled. "Of course. I had a great time too. See you soon?"
She nodded, taking a step back. "Definitely."
As you drove home, the warmth of the evening stayed with youâKaiaâs laugh, her playful teasing, and the easy flow of conversation. But beneath that warmth, the thought of Paige lingered. The way she had looked at you earlier, the invitation to meet at the barâit all kept running through your mind. You wondered what it would have been like if youâd gone.
You pulled into your apartment's garage, parking your car and taking a moment to sit in the quiet of the space. The night had been a whirlwind of emotions, but you couldnât shake the pull toward Paige.
You glanced at your phone, the text to Kaia letting her know you made it home safely, but still no message from Paige. You stared at the screen, your thumb hovering over the phone, lost in thought. Without second-guessing, you grabbed your keys, unlocked the door, and stepped out of the car.
You ordered an Uber almost instinctively. There was no hesitationâthis felt like the right thing to do.
The Uber ride flew by, the hum of the city at night drowning out your thoughts. The anticipation grew as you neared the bar. When you arrived, the noise hit you immediatelyâlaughter, the clink of glasses, the hum of conversation. You made your way toward the bar, scanning the room for the bartender.
As you were about to order, you felt a presence behind you. "Amaretto sour, right?" Paige said, her tone playful yet confident.
You turned, surprised but smiling. "Exactly."
She ordered for you, adding, âAnd Iâll take a Shirley Temple. Canât have you drinking alone.â Her hand brushed against your lower back as she guided you toward the teamâs table. The warmth of it sent a rush through you, and you followed her, completely at ease.
As you reached the table, her teammates greeted you. Paige pulled out a chair and sat next to you, her eyes glinting with amusement.
"Glad you made it," she said softly, leaning in closer.
You smiled and settled in beside her. The night felt lighter now, the tension youâd carried throughout the evening melting away.
âI guess Iâve just had a lot on my mind lately,â you said, your voice quieter. âBeen trying to figure some things out.â
Paige didnât push further, but there was a knowing look in her eyes, like she understood. âItâs okay. You donât have to have it all figured out. Sometimes you just have to let things play out, you know?â
You nodded, her words sinking in. âYeah, I guess youâre right.â
The music in the background seemed to swell for a moment, and for a second, it felt like you were the only two people in the room. Paigeâs gaze softened, and she leaned in a little closer, her shoulder brushing yours. It wasnât obvious, but the closeness carried an undeniable charge, as if there was something deeper at play than mere friendly conversation.
âYouâre a good person,â she said, the sincerity in her voice catching you off guard. âI can tell youâve got a lot going on, but Iâm glad youâre here. Iâm glad you came tonight.â
The words hit you harder than you expected, and you found yourself smiling, feeling the weight of everything lift just a little. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the way Paige made everything feel easier, but in that moment, you felt a little more at peace.
âThanks, Paige. That means a lot,â you said, your voice quieter now, more real than it had been all night.
She smiled, her eyes meeting yours. âAnytime.â
The night stretched on, but something had shifted. Whatever was lingering between you and Paige, whatever unspoken thing had been hanging in the air, it was finally starting to feel a little clearer. And for the first time that night, you were ready to let yourself just... be.
The night seemed to stretch on endlessly, the laughter of the bar around you becoming a distant hum as you and Paige found yourselves slipping into a quieter, more secluded area. The sounds of clinking glasses and chatter faded, leaving only the space between the two of you, thick with unspoken words and tension.
Paige stood close now, closer than before. The small distance that had once felt comfortable had dwindled to almost nothing, and you could feel the heat radiating off her, her presence impossible to ignore. Her eyes locked onto yours, an unreadable expression playing across her face as if she was waiting for somethingïżœïżœwaiting for you, or perhaps waiting for the right moment to make the first move.
You could feel her body heat, the subtle shift of her posture, her breath just a little quicker than usual. You couldnât remember when exactly the conversation had stopped, but now, words felt unnecessary. All that was left was the tensionâthe tension that had been building from the moment you walked into the bar and locked eyes. It was suffocating, thrilling, and you werenât sure whether it was the alcohol or the attraction, but you couldnât deny it anymore. The pull was undeniable.
Your hand brushed against hers in the dim light, a touch so fleeting but loaded with meaning. Her gaze dropped to where your fingers hovered for a moment, then back up to your eyes, an almost imperceptible flicker of somethingâdesire, maybeâflickering in her expression.
The air between you grew heavier, the silence stretching, each second pulling you closer to a decision, to a shift in the unspoken tension. But before either of you could take that final step, Paige moved first. She leaned in just enough to press a soft kiss to your lips, her touch gentle yet full of intention. It was a quiet moment that spoke louder than words ever could, the space between you both crackling with a charged energy that had been building all night. Her lips were warm against yours, hesitant at first, like she was testing the waters, but it only took a heartbeat for you to feel the pull between you deepen.
You didnât hesitate. Your hand reached up instinctively to rest on her waist, drawing her closer as the kiss grew more urgent, more assured. Her lips parted slightly, just enough for your breaths to mingle, and you could feel her pulse quicken, her body pressing softly against yours. Everything around you seemed to fadeâthere was only the two of you, suspended in this moment where nothing else mattered but the way your lips moved together.
The world outside ceased to exist, the hum of the city and the dim glow of the streetlights blurring into the background. Her fingers found their way to your jaw, tracing along your skin with a featherlight touch, anchoring the both of you in this stolen moment. Each brush of her lips told a storyâof longing, of unspoken feelings finally set free, of a connection too strong to deny.
The air between you seemed to hum with its own rhythm, matching the steady beat of your heart as you tilted your head slightly, deepening the kiss. Her breath hitched, and you could feel her relax into you, her body molding effortlessly against yours as though sheâd always belonged there. The taste of her lingered, sweet and intoxicating, leaving you lightheaded yet desperate for more.
When the kiss broke, it wasnât abrupt but gentle, like the tide pulling back from the shore. Her forehead rested against yours, and for a moment, the only sound was the soft cadence of your shared breathing. Her eyes searched yours, wide and vulnerable, yet shimmering with something unspokenâsomething fragile but unmistakably real.
âIâve been wanting to do that for a long time,â she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, as though saying it too loudly would shatter the intimacy of the moment. Her confession hung in the air between you, a quiet truth that made your chest tighten in the best possible way.
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40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS CHAPTER TEN
thought iâd be lying if i said âi didnât want you to myself.â when you look me in my eyes and, tell me that itâs mine, iâŠ
pairing wnba!paige bueckers x singer!oc
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warnings angst (?), homophobia/homophobic slur, sexual innuendos, sexual content.
kalena speakss đȘœ! so hereâs the ACTUAL chapter ten, i accidentally posted a different version last night so if you saw that just completely disregard it lmao
July 2025 â Crypto.com Arena, Los Angeles, CaliforniaÂ
ââPreciate you cominâ out, man.â I nod, my hand giving a firm dap to Julian.
Yeah, the Julian whoâs girlfriend I seem to be helplessly obsessed with.
We had just beat the Fever at home in a blow out on the second night of a back-to-back. My body is aching, and as soon as I left the locker room, I was ready to push through those metal doors and go home. Maybe stop for some dinner too.Â
Until I heard it. The voice that has replayed in my head rather than in my ears for the last week and a half. That slight southern drawl with the occasional upbeat ending. Itâs perfect, and I didn't realize how bad Iâd missed it until now.
I meant it when I thought I needed a break. Maraye was running laps in my head, like a marathon. Sheâs all I seem to be surrounded by. But thereâs so many issues, and Nika was right: I donât need to be getting hurt again.
So I stepped back, wanting to figure out what I really did want.Â
Now I know that I want her in my bed, hands in my hair, moans of my name leaving her mouth. More importantly, though, I want her to be mine. So damn badly. I wanted to grow with her, watch her succeed up close, to do all the things with her that come with a relationship.Â
That shit was fucking terrifying. I can't remember the last time I let a girl get this close to me. To learn me in the way Maraye has been able to. Or even being able to learn her in the way that I have.
So when she stands there, next to Julian in her curve hugging jeans and a cropped shirt with my name and number, her eyes looking everywhere but at myself, I know that something is off.
âCongrats All-star.â She says to me, eyes looking at me but not really. She darts everywhere but at my eyes, which normally are her main attraction.
The All-star list dropped at halftime, Rickea and Dearica making the list as well. A smile spreads onto my face and I finally drop my hand from Julianâs. âThanks, angel.â It slips. I shouldnât have said it, not here in front of him. I knew I shouldnât.
It was so natural, falling from my tongue like butter.Â
I see his eyebrows furrow, looking down at his girlfriend as if she would stop me from calling her that again.Â
âYou cominâ to Indy?â
âI was thinking about it. Yeah.â Raye answers and itâs the first time throughout this awkward exchange that I actually see those eyes. Wide, doe, eyes that I know I could happily spend the rest of my life just looking at. âUh, we. We were thinking about going.â She corrects when Julian darts his head to her.
I nod, wiping the palms of my hands on the side of my jeans.Â
âI should probably head out, Ion wanna keep yâall too long.â I force out through the tension. I donât want to leave. Because I know that as soon as I do, Iâm going to force myself into more dry texts and ignore her calls and keep myself away from looking at that damn perfect face.Â
âYou sure?â Julian questions me. His tone is skeptical, like he knows something that I donât. Or that he knows something that he shouldnât.
âYeah, I got some places to be at too.â I hum, pulling my phone out to look at the time. Itâs not late, barely even 10 oâclock, but that slight movement is enough to make them both think I have other plans.
Maraye pushes her curls from her face, the bright white hallway lights make her gold septum glisten in her nose. âIâll see you around then?â She asks, taking a step closer to me and we hug.
The only difference is this hug isnât what Iâm used to. It isnât the hug where her arms wrap around my neck, mine feel on the swell of her ass, and I can smell every bit of the scent she chose to wear. That would be too risky.
So instead she holds me by my side, my arm cautiously around her shoulder while her palm presses into my back. Itâs difficult for me to keep my composure because deep down I know that I should be able to hug her however I damn well please.Â
And I canât.
All because of him. Itâs always him.
â
The hum of the engine is all that fills the car, along with the occasional voice of whatever rapper Julian has playing at minimal volume while I drive.Â
Itâs been like this for a minute. Just the two of us sitting quietly, my finger tips occasionally tapping against the steering wheel while he stares out the window. Iâm supposed to be taking us to his place, weâd eat some dinner and maybe watch a movie.
âSo, you and Paige, huh?â He asks, his voice so monotonous.
My hands start to sweat and nearly slip down the wheel. âWhat?â
He turns his head towards me and though my eyes are glued to the road ahead, I can feel the way his dark eyes are burning holes into my skin.Â
âYou and her. Yâall got something goinâ on? She callinâ you angel and you donât do nothinâ about it?â His voice casually picks up, going from nonchalant to angry in a matter of seconds. I briefly look at him, and even through the darkness of the night I can see his light skin slowly build in a red tint.
âPaige and I are friends, Ju.â I breathe out. I know thatâs true, even though itâs also a lie. Paige and I stopped being just friends the second I kissed her on my couch.
âThen why the hell is it that you been hanging out with her so much, but the second Iâm around yâall wanna be all awkward and you wanna look at the floor?â
Itâs my fault for thinking that he wouldnât be able to pick up on our awkward exchanges, because the tension was very noticeable. It was my first time seeing her since that night in the studio. Sheâs been avoidant lately, and honestly I couldnât even blame her.
She was over it. And I guess I am too.Â
Yet, here I stand, lying to Julian once again and letting him think nothing is wrong. Keeping him at arm's reach when I should really be letting him go.
âIâm sick of fighting, Julian.â I told him. Thatâs also true. I am so damn exhausted from all the back and forth yelling, but right now I just really donât want to have this specific conversation.Â
âAnswer my fucking question, Raye. Are you fucking her?â He yells, never taking his glance off the side of my face.
âWhat, no!â I look over at him again, my hands shaking while I grip the wheel. âQuit being so insecure! Just because I got good people in my life, doesnât mean Iâm fucking them. Iâm with you.â
I hate this. This lying and manipulation. I fucking hate it because this isnât who I am. Iâm not an asshole. Iâm not a cheater. Then here I am, doing everything I write about in my songs, hurting him just to protect my own image.
âInsecure? You think Iâm jealous of that fucking fag? Like she can give you anything that I do.â He scoffs. His words hit my ears and as I process them, they taste bitter. Every gear in my head starts turning and I start to get angry. Not at what he said, but how he speaks about her. I waste no breath in defending her.
âWatch how the fuck you talk about her, Ju.â
We approached his apartment complex.
âWhy you defending her?â
âWhy are you calling her out her name?â I yell back.
Heâs silent. We stop at a light and I turn my whole head to make eye contact with him. âShouldâve never that you get close to that fuckinâ dyke. You wanna fuck around with her, go do that shit then.â
I reach for the panel on my door, pressing the unlock button. The click echos through the car. âGet out.â
He looks at me surprised, as if he didnât expect me to say that to him. âRaye.â
âNo. You wanna talk to me crazy, you wanna talk about Paige crazy. So get the fuck out.â I reason. âYour place is right there. Walk. Get the fuck out of my car, Julian.â
He scoffs, slumping back against the seat. âMan, you crazy.â
âGet out of my car. You think Iâm fuckinâ joking?â I laugh completely irritated. I reach for his phone, taking it off aux and throwing it into his lap. I look at him expectantly.
Julian huffs, unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the passenger door. He hops out, looking at me with squinted eyes. âSo youââ
âClose my door.â I cut him off, no longer looking back at him, but the green light that is blaring at me to keep driving.
He huffs, slamming the door and I speed off as soon as he does so.
I sit with my own thoughts. So much running through my head, but it all goes back to her. And suddenly I donât care about the lying or the distance. I just want to talk to her. To talk to Paige.
I pull off into a nearby gas station, pulling my phone out of my purse.
can we talk?
It isnât even a few seconds before the gray text bubbles pop up on my screen. Then they disappear and I groan.
Until they pop up again, this time fast and insistent.
Yeah we should
Come over?
I know better. Me and Paige donât have a great track record of keeping our hands to ourselves when weâre alone. So I should text back that we should meet somewhere else.
Thatâs until she texts me again: Please?
send your addy
And she does.
â
My leg bounces from where I sit on a kitchen stool. Itâs not in the anxious way, but in the distracting way. My arm is stretched out over the edge of the counter that I lean on. My fingers tug on my bottom lip while I look at her.
Rayeâs been here for a few minutes, going on about something Julian has done. I was listening at first, I think he knows and argument being the specific terms that stuck in my head.
She stood in front of me, pulling her curls up into a bun on the top of her head. It makes the hem of that damned cropped shirt ride up on her body and expose gold jewelry on her belly button.
So yes, itâs hard to listen to what sheâs saying when sheâs practically tempting me right now. But I do listen when she says:
âI dunno. Iâm done with all of this shit.â
If I were a dog, my ears would practically be perking up at it. I sit up straight, leaning with my elbows on my knees to get closer. To make sure I heard her correctly.
Throughout this whole encounter with Maraye, sheâs only ever told me she was tired or that she was bothered. Not once did she ever tell me she was done, and that makes all the difference.
âYouâre done? For real?â
âYes. I dunno. Itâs not that simple, P.â
I let out a scoff. âYes it is. You arenât comfortable âround him like you are with me. You donât spend all day with him like you do with me.â I shrug my shoulders, slightly frustrated. I feel like Iâve given Raye enough evidence that Iâm better, as cocky as it sounds. But yet here we are. âItâs hella simple. You jusâ donât wanna admit it.â
âI didnât come here for you to scold me.â
âSo whatcha come here for then, huh?â I ask, standing up from the stool.Â
My hair tumbles down my shoulders as I tower over her. Marayeâs eyes trail down my body and the white shirts that clings to each ridge of my body.
âYou wanna kiss me? Wanâ me to fuck you? Wanna keep talking about him? What do you want, Raye? âCause I know what I asked you to come here for.â
âAnd whyâd you do that, Paige?â She responds, getting in my face.
I should be bothered and put up yet another defense. Then Iâm reminded that sheâs already defensive, herself. Sheâs frustrated from all the arguing that took place the minute I left her and Julian at Crypto.Â
Sheâs mad. And normally Iâd justify her anger, but tonight; itâs all our fault. We made a mess, started seeing each other in a way that we shouldnât have and Julian caught on. He knows.
âWell for one, Ion wanna be a home-wrecker.â I say, throwing my hands up. âYou might be over him theoretically and he might be a raging asshole, but I donât do that shit, Raye.â And I donât.
Fooling around, seeing multiple girls, I used to do a lot of it. I can admit that. Home-wrecking, however, has never been on my list.
Raye lets out a snort. âSpell theoretically.â
I huff and run my hands through my hair. âYouâre so unbelievably annoying.â I respond, stepping away and walking past her to my couch but she tugs my arm.
âOkay, wait.â She laughs. âYouâre right.â
âIâm always right.â
âYeah, okay.â I stand in front of her again. This time weâre even closer, her hand wrapped around my wrist. âWhat do you want me to do?â Itâs more of a statement than a question because she knows.
She knows I want her to breakup with him and choose me and then let me fuck her within an inch of her life immediately after. That, I could get behind.
âYou wanna hear me say it?â
âPlease?âÂ
Rayeâs free hand trails up my arm. Sheâs so tempting, the words so close to dying on my tongue and not being heard at all. Her voice is so enticing, and she looks up at me through her lashes like I hung the moon.
âI⊠want you, to make a fucking decision.â My voice doesnât waver as I look deep into her eyes. âYou can choose whoever you want, but I canât keep doinâ this. You choose.â
This is the closest Iâm going to get to fighting her off. I donât push her arm off of me or tell her to back up. This is the closest Iâll get, because I simply canât get enough of her.
âOkay.â Maraye nods, clutching onto my bicep.
âOkay? Thatâs it? You not gonna yell at me for making you choose?â
She smiles and shakes her head. The bun on her head shakes a little, and it makes me smile too. âIâll choose. You gotta give me some time thoâ. Few days maybe?â
It seems pretty reasonable to me, though Iâd rather she break up with him right this minute over the phone, that would be just a bit crazy.
âWe got a road trip. Iâll be gone all week, that work?â
âYouâre really serious about this, huh?â
âI just need to know. You pick him, fine.â I shrug. âBut if you pick me, even better.â
She grins. âItâs giving Meredith Grey.â
Now I push her off me, listening to the way her laugh fills my ears and bounces off the walls. She stumbles back a tad before catching me on the couch. My back rests against it while Maraye stands in front of me, the spot between my legs becoming designated for her.
âCâmon. It was funny!â
âYouâre an idiot.â
âIâm a sexy idiot.â
I hum, rolling my eyes.
It was things like this I missed. The laughter, the jokes, the comfort. Sure she was stunning, and the flirting and kisses were otherworldly, but this topped it. These moments with Maraye that were so hard to come by.
I like the way she looks when sheâs looking down at me. Itâs intimidating, but still so damn hot.
âA very sexy one.â I finally respond, sitting up more so she can see me better. âThese jeans look incredible on you, by the way.â
âYeah? You wanâ a 360?â Raye jokes.
âI want a 180, angel.â I reply. My hands reach for her hips, playing with the fabric of her belt loops. Raye brushes me off, making a frown spread across my mouth.Â
She bows her head to check the dainty watch on her wrist. âItâs late, P. I should get home.â
âYou could stay here with me.â My hands drop from her body, instead using my eyes to suggestively try and convince her to stay the night. Itâs a joke. Mostly.
âAnd you were the one who said no more home-wrecking.â
â
My lips are pressed against hers, tongues swirling and spit swapping between the both of us.
Itâs urgent. More urgent than any way Paige has ever kissed me before. She doesnât give me a second to think before her finger is breaking me open and Iâm gushing all over her. The stretch is so foreign, and I canât believe how unbelievably full I feel with just one finger.
âLike this?â She asks after pulling back with a nasty suck of my tongue. Iâm nodding at her words tucking my lip between my teeth.Â
âMmph yes. Yes.â A whimper rumbles from my mouth. I clutch into her shoulder, tossing my head back until it hits the pillow under me.Â
My legs start closing in on themselves when she adds a second one. âIâm tryna make you feel good, baby. Why you fightinâ me?â Paige asks. Her voice as deep and hungry as I ever heard it.Â
Her fingers curl into me, thumb rubbing tight circles on my unbelievably sensitive clit. She found it within a matter of milliseconds, it felt like. And the lights were off.
âHe fuck you better than me? Huh?â
I barely hear her over the sound of my own cunt but that doesnât stop me from shaking my head eagerly. âNo. Fuck no, P. He doesnât.âÂ
Iâm nearly melting at the stimulation. Her voice in my ear and her fingerâs scissoring me apart
âP.â I hiccup, nothing else filling my head except the pleasure Iâm feeling. Her fingers are so damn long, tickling the deepest parts of me that I didnât even know existed. She consumes me, swallows me whole.Â
Her mouth finds my neck again, biting on my sensitive spot and making my eyes roll. Iâm so close, my arousal already dripping past my cunt and onto the sheets below my ass. Itâs messy. Wet and messy.
âYou wanna cum for me, angel?â Paige teases, licking at the mark she left on my neck.
âFuck, Fuck! âMm God, P, youâreââ
âYouâre doinâ so good, ma. I know you wanna cum.â She nods. âJust let me have it.â
âPaige!â I moan, reaching to grip her hand.
âPretty fuckinâ girl. Cum, baby. Iâm right here.âÂ
Her words add unbelievable fuel to the fire and my back arches underneath her body. Sheâs talking me through it, bringing me to the edge and I gasp before waking up.
The sun peeks through my blinds and sleep still crusts my eyes. I wipe them, sitting up half naked in my bed.Â
I got home late last night. Closer to one in the morning. Paige was distracting, and I simply couldnât just leave when she was begging me to stay.
My body is sweaty, my breath is embarrassingly ragged, and My panties are so soaked under the shorts I wore to bed.Â
When I sit up, the duvet covering my body, I reach for my phone. Then I see them, the hundreds of texts and calls from Julian and the text from Paige.
Hope you make the right decision
Iâll see you when I get back ma đ«¶đŒ
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finally finishing chapter one of for me and i keep getting new ideas for paigeđ©
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for me?
paige bueckers x fem reader
synopsis; you and paige share unspoken feelings for each other, resulting in an escalating tension that complicates your friendship and challenges your emotions
warnings; sexual tension, vulnerability
hi! this is going to be my first fic with multiple parts, not sure how many but we'll see how far it goes. i hope you enjoy this prologue!
The bar was dimly lit, the hum of conversation blending with the low beat of music that throbbed through the speakers. It was a Wednesday night, one of those rare evenings when everyone seemed to be letting loose a little more than usual, caught between the early-week grind and the anticipation of the weekend.
You were at a corner booth with Kaia, a girl who had been a steady presence in your life for months now. You liked herâreally liked herâbut lately, there had been an undercurrent, a sense that something, or maybe someone, was distracting you more than you cared to admit.
Paige slid into the booth across from you, her usual smirk in place, her eyes glinting with mischief. She hadnât been invited, but that never stopped her. It never really stopped anyone. You couldnât exactly tell her to leave. She was part of the group, even if she was⊠different.
âYou know,â she said, leaning in a little closer than necessary, âyouâre looking pretty cozy with her.â
You glanced at Kaia, who was scrolling through her phone, oblivious to the new tension that had just entered the room. âYeah, I am. Weâre good together.â
âGood, huh?â Paige arched an eyebrow, taking a sip of her drink. âAre you sure itâs just âgoodâ?â
You narrowed your eyes on her. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
Paige smirked again, letting the silence stretch between you two. It was a look sheâd perfected over the yearsâhalf playful, half dangerous. She wasnât afraid of getting under your skin, and for some reason, she loved doing it.
âIâm just saying,â she continued, her voice low but teasing, âAdmit it. You like me. You canât tell me you donât feel it. Not deep down.â
You felt a sharp knot twist in your stomach, and a quiet, familiar heat flared up in your chest. âIâm with Kaia,â you replied, almost too quickly. âI like Kaia.â
Paige tilted her head, her lips curling into that infuriatingly confident smile. âYeah, but when youâre with her, youâre thinking about me, arenât you?â
You froze. The question hung in the air for a long beat, your fingers tightening around the cold edge of your glass. For a moment, you almost forgot to breathe. It wasnât the question itself that made you hesitate; it was the way she asked it, like she already knew the answer.Â
âNo,â you said, shaking your head, though the words felt more like a reflex than a truth. âIâm not thinking about you.â
Paige leaned in closer, her eyes never leaving yours. âReally? So, when youâre holding her hand, looking at her like sheâs the only thing in the room⊠youâre not thinking about me at all?â She let the words hang between you like a challenge.
Your pulse quickened. Why was she doing this? Why now? You had never once entertained the idea of crossing that line with her, not even when the attraction had been undeniable, when the chemistry between you two was palpable. But now⊠Now it felt like Paige was pushing, testing, seeing how far she could go.
âIâm loyal to her,â you said, a little too defensively. âThatâs not something I take lightly.â
Paigeâs eyes sparkled with that knowing glint, like she could see right through you. âLoyal?â she repeated, drawing out the word, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. âSure, thatâs what they all say. But loyalty doesnât mean you canât think, does it? Doesnât mean you canât want something⊠else.â
You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, feeling the weight of her gaze as it pressed down on you. âIâm notââ You tried to laugh it off, but the sound of your own voice felt hollow. âIâm not going to fall for this, Paige.â
âOh, Iâm not asking you to fall,â she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, only for you to hear. âBut you canât lie and say youâve never wondered. What itâd be like. How itâd feel if we werenât just⊠friends.â
Her words hung in the air like smoke, curling around your thoughts, blurring the edges of your focus. âIâm not going to let you mess with my head,â you muttered, trying to regain some semblance of control. But inside, the question gnawed at you. Was she right? Was there a part of you, deep down, that had always wondered? You couldnât ignore the heat that spread through your chest when she was near, the way her laugh seemed to echo in your mind even after sheâd left the room. But you had never let yourself acknowledge itâ*never* let yourself consider the possibility of crossing that line.
âIs that what you tell yourself when Iâm standing right in front of you?â Paigeâs voice was softer now, almost like a challenge. âWhen Iâm so close you can feel my breath, when you know I can see exactly what youâre thinking? You donât think I notice?â
You opened your mouth to say somethingâanythingâbut the words caught in your throat. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, the raw truth of her accusation ringing in your ears.Â
âPaigeâŠâ you whispered, barely able to speak.
âThought so.â She leaned back in her seat, folding her arms across her chest, her smile shifting into something more self-assured, like sheâd just won some kind of silent victory.Â
For a long moment, you stared at her, your heart pounding against your ribs. You didnât know whether to be angry, embarrassed, or something else entirely. But one thing was certain: she had gotten to you. Not in the way youâd expected, not in the way you could have prepared for, but in a way that made you question everything you thought you knew about yourself.
The sound of Kaiaâs laugh broke through the tension, pulling you back to reality. She looked over at you, oblivious to the storm that had just rolled in between you and Paige.Â
You swallowed hard, forcing your expression into something neutral. âIâm not doing this,â you said, more to yourself than anyone else.
Paige only smiled. âOf course you arenât. But I know youâre thinking about it.â
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