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𝐏. 𝐁 ─── I LOVED YOU WITH A FIRE RED.

you ended the no-string relationship with her, genuinely growing tired of, but you are unaware that she was already falling inlove, it was all too late for her.

angst. unrequirted love. fuck buddies. late realization

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The bed creaked beneath you, the rhythm of her thrusts steady but mechanical, paige’s hands gripped your hips, her strap on sliding deep inside you, each movement precise but lacking the fire it once held.

your legs were spread wide, thighs trembling, but your mind was elsewhere, you stared at the ceiling, tracing cracks that weren’t there, your body present but your heart a thousand miles away.

you’d been fuck buddies for six months, a deal struck after one drunken night when her lips found yours at a party.

it was supposed to be fun, no strings, just skin on skin, pleasure for pleasure, but you fucked up.

you fell for her. hard.

the way she’d smirk after making you come, the way she’d pull you close, letting you pretend for a moment it was more—it all burrowed into you.

you started wanting her in ways she didn’t want you, you dreamed of mornings tangled in sheets, of her calling you hers, of building something real.

but paige was clear from the start “i dont do relationships, this is just us having fun, yeah?”

you tried to play along, swallowing your feelings like bitter pills, you let her fuck you in her dorm, in your apartment, in the backseat of her car, each time hoping she’d see the way your eyes lingered, the way you held her a little too tight.

you’d whisper her name like a prayer, hoping she’d hear the love in it, but she never did, she’d just kiss you hard, fuck you harder, and leave you to pick up the pieces of your heart alone.

tonight, though, something was different, your body responded your clit throbbed with each grind of her hips, your walls clenched around the silicone but your mind was numb.

you felt her breath hot against your neck, her teeth grazing your collarbone as she thrust deeper, the slick sound of your arousal filling the room.

but it wasn’t enough, it hadn’t been for a while.

“hey,” paige’s voice cut through, sharp with concern.

she slowed, then stopped, the strap still buried inside you, her hands slid up to your waist, and she propped herself up, blonde hair falling messily over her shoulders.

“you okay? you’re… not here.” you blinked, pulling yourself back to the moment.

her eyes searched yours, and for a second, you saw something—worry, maybe even softness.

it made your chest ache, but it also made you angry, why did she care now? you pushed yourself up on your elbows, then sat up fully, forcing her to pull out.

the emptiness left behind mirrored the one in your heart. “i can’t do this anymore” you said, voice low but steady, though your throat burned with hesitation.

you wanted to take it back the second it left your lips, but you couldn’t.

you wouldn’t, paige froze, the strap glistening between her thighs, her hands hovering like she didn’t know where to put them.

“what? What do you mean?” you swung your legs over the side of the bed, grabbing a sheet to cover yourself, suddenly feeling too exposed.

“this, us. whatever the fuck this is. im done.” her brow furrowed, and she shifted closer, still kneeling on the bed.

“hold on, whats going on? did i do something wrong?” you laughed, bitter and hollow.

“no, paige, you didn’t do anything wrong, yhat’s the problem, you’re exactly who you said you were, but im not. i wanted more. i wanted you. not just your body, not just this.”

you gestured vaguely at the rumpled sheets“i wanted us to be real, but you don’t want that, you never did.” her lips parted, but no words came out.

you saw the flicker in her eyes, the way her hands twitched like she wanted to reach for you, but she didn’t, and that silence it was louder than anything she could’ve said.

“i love you” she blurted suddenly, the words clumsy and desperate, they hung in the air like a guillotine.

you stared at her, disgust curling in your gut, not because you didn’t believe her—god, a part of you wanted to—but because it felt like a cheap shot, a last ditch effort to keep you tethered.

“don’t.” you spat, standing now, clutching the sheet tighter.

“don’t you fucking dare say that now, you don’t get to pull that card when im walking away.” paige’s face crumpled, and for the first time, you saw her look small.

But it was too late, you’d spent months bleeding for her, pouring your heart into someone who only wanted your body.

you weren’t going to let her rewrite the story now. “im serious” she said, voice shaking.

“i didn’t realize it before, but—”

“Stop.” you cut her off, your voice like steel. “you don’t love me, paige. you love the idea of me sticking around, being your good little fuck buddy who’s always there when you need a release. but I’m not that person anymore.”

she flinched, and you saw tears well in her eyes, but you didn’t soften, you couldn’t.

you grabbed your clothes from the floor, pulling them on with shaking hands, paige didn’t move, just watched, her chest rising and falling unevenly.

you could feel the weight of her regret, thick and suffocating, but she didn’t say it, she didn’t admit she’d started feeling something, that she’d been too scared to face it until you were slipping through her fingers.

instead, she let the silence speak for her, and it screamed of everything she’d failed to give you.

when you were dressed, you turned to her one last time. “take care, paige” you said, voice flat, final.

she stood, fumbling to unstrap the harness, pulling on her own clothes in a rush. “wait” she said, but you were already at the door. Sl

she followed you out, barefoot, into the cold night air, the street was quiet, the rain from earlier leaving puddles that reflected the streetlights.

you didn’t look back, but you heard her footsteps stop a few paces behind you.

paige stood there, hands shoved in her pockets, hair damp from the misty air, she wanted to run after you, to that she was sorry, that she’d been an idiot, that she’d fallen for you without knowing how to say it.

but the words stuck in her throat, choked by her own fear and the disgust in your eyes when she’d tried to say she loved you.

she’d fucked it all up, and now you were gone, your back a fading silhouette in the dark.

she turned, kicking a pebble into a puddle, the splash the only sound in the empty street.

regret clawed at her, raw and relentless, she’d had you—your heart, your body, your everything—and she’d thrown it away because she was too cowardly to face what she felt.

now, she was the one walking away, alone, carrying the weight of what could’ve been, the love she’d realized too late to save.

and you? you kept walking, tears burning your eyes but refusing to fall, you’d loved her with everything you had, and it hadn’t been enough.

but you were done breaking your own heart for someone who couldn’t hold it, the night swallowed you both, two shattered pieces drifting further apart.

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this is my favorite fic ever.

noctuary pt.1 - p.b + tlou au

noc��​tu·​ary ˈnäkchəˌwerē

: a collection of a single night's events, thoughts or dreams

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pairing: Paige Bueckers x reader, slight Paige Bueckers x Ellie Williams in future maybe idk yet but just for plot purposes

AU: The Last of Us 2 x Wbb crossover

warnings: Graphic descriptions of injury, blood. brief mention of assault, cannibalism. more juicy stuff in later chapters probs

synopsis: you meet her on the brink of giving up. she’s suspicious, too nice, too charismatic. she should be a psychopath, or some sort of cult recruiter, but instead she’s enamouring. you’ve got nowhere to go, she’s eager to have nobody to be.

notes: I intend on making this a short series because I’m honestly obsessed w this crossover. also you don’t really have to know much about tlou to enjoy this, it works from a basic zombie apocalypse perspective too honestly!

also what wbb players would we want to see appearing in this story in the future?

You’re running—trying to run.

It hurts, it burns so bad, like you’ve been bathed in acid from the calf down. It’s dull pulsing that’s built up with every drag of your foot through the rough gravel roads.

You’re whimpering with every limp, lips bitten raw, face coated with sweat and grime. You can hear the faint clicking behind you, to your left and off somewhere farther to your right.

You’ve been following this trail for ages, bag on your back weighing heavy, trying to outrun clicker after clicker. No matter the turn, they just keep coming.

And it’s starting to look like this might be it for you.

It wasn’t meant to end up this way. It should’ve been a decent job—not easy, but something you could handle. Deliver the product, collect the payment, make it back alive, keep half.

But you’d been sold out, given a wrong location, led to your slaughter.

“Fuck,” you cry, saliva flying from your lips, “oh, fuck.”

You’re aching all over now, shivering with fear. Your heart is hammering like a strong baseline, shaking your very core.

This is it, this is how you’re going to die. Alone, a bag full of goods that nobody will every get to use, pockets empty.

You’ll be mauled right here, on this barren road.

Infected.

Turned.

You turn to look at your leg, the state of it. Skin peeled back, flesh running ruby red, blaring danger, death, the end. The sight makes you want to vomit. You stumble, hitting the ground hard. Your elbows are covered in gravel, it gets in your wound, mixes with your blood.

You can see them clearly now. Inhuman, monstrous things you’ve managed to avoid since birth, one way or another. None of it matters now. It all amounts to nothing.

You hear the crunch of gravel behind you, but you don’t bother to turn and see what abomination is waiting for you. You don’t think you can stomach it, facing one head on, feeling it’s flesh-rotten breath on your skin before it tears into your soul.

You focus on the one ahead. Approaching. Five steps before you, four, three now.

The crunch behind you swings ‘round your side. You flit your eyes to the ground, where the blood from your leg mixes with the road. You don’t want to watch when it happens happen.

I’m gonna die, You think, I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die, I’m gonn—

Beaten sneakers. Light purple, tied tight laces. Wide stance, heels facing you.

There’s the brief noise of something cutting the air.

You watch the ground as the clicker’s head hits the gravel.

The sound of slaughter fills the formerly quiet night. A crow caws from somewhere farther off, softly drowned beneath the squelches, and the sounds of metal flying through flesh.

And then the clicking is gone. And the movement stops.

The sneakers, now a little bloodier than before, turn around to face you.

Your slaughter doesn’t come.

You look up.

Powder blue irises, downturned, scrutinizing. Straight, dark lashes. Pale skin, dotted with rotten blood, blemishes, picked pores. Lips full, slightly parted.

She turns to the side for a second, checking her surroundings. You analyze high cheekbones, oily blonde hair pulled back tight into a ponytail. Her grey tank and cargo’s are spoiled with clicker guts. Sweat gleams on her skin, bloodied axe in hand.

She turns back to you, brows furrowed. Then she holds the axe out to your neck.

"You bit?" She asks, all business.

You shake your head no as best as you can without grazing the tip of the blade, heart hammering wildly.

"You're telling me that," her gaze dips down to your leg, "isn't a bite?"

"S-" You manage to croak, wincing as your throat sears, "saw."

"Saw?" She raises a brow. "It's from a saw?"

You nod. She takes a step back to survey the wound. Whatever it is that she sees, she's satisfied with.

“Get up.”

Her words sound like they’re underwater.

She looks around again, making sure it’s safe, before dropping to your level. Her legs bend into a crouch, one hand on her knee while the other grips the axe with a ready ferocity.

“I said, get up.”

Finally her words register. You stir, shifting your weight forward to pull yourself up, before a wave of exhaustion and pain washes over you. She notices your wince, the struggle.

She frowns. You can see she feels inconvenienced by you.

But she doesn’t leave.

“Give me the bag.” She says, jutting her head to motion to your back pack.

Now it’s your turn to furrow your brows. You can’t say much, the words catch in your throat. You manage to back up enough for her to get the hint, hands possessively flying back to grasp the rough material that you almost died for.

“It’ll slow you down.” She says evenly. “Pick. Either you leave it or I carry it for you.”

You weigh your options.

“Or,” she licks her lips, “I leave you here alone and keep it for myself.”

You hold her frigid stare for as long as you can before you realize she won’t budge on this. Slowly, you remove your arms from the straps of your backpack, and attempt to get up.

She springs back to her full height, stepping around you to grab the knapsack and swing it over one shoulder while her own is on the other.

“Jesus Christ, what the hell is in this?” She curses.

You shakily rise from the road, gravel stuck to whatever exposed skin hit it earlier. Silent.

“C’mon.” She side glances you, taking a few steps forward. “Don’t worry, I’ll have you talkin’ in no time.”

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The walk is difficult.

The night is high now, and it's a struggle to keep your eyes open. You try your best sheerly out of the fear that if you let them shut, they may never open again.

She doesn't offer a hand, not an ounce of support. She just watches, eyes wide and frosted around the edges.

Her biceps pop against the moonlight as she shoulders two backpacks with ease, walking ahead of you. Just enough to lead while she can still see you.

You get the feeling that if she felt it was best to help you, she would. Her gaze isn't judging—moreso analyzing. Testing you.

You realize this walk is a test.

Under her dissecting stare, you can’t help but wonder for what?

"Little longer." She hums from ahead, smile barely grazing her lips. "Almost there, soldier."

You take it that if this is a test, you're not doing too bad.

So, you keep pushing. Your left leg is practically dragging now, heavy like baggage on your body. The gravel is damper here, you can feel it in the noises under your feet.

The girl stops walking, turning to face you. You're heaving now, throat dry and lips cracked to the point of bleeding. You haven't had water since this morning, and a lot has happened since then.

She surveys your state, brows furrowed in thought. She zeros in on your raspy breathing, your dirt-caked hair and bloodied calf.

"C’mon." She turns away, her voice a little softer now. You trail behind her as she breaks from the gravel road and steps into the surrounding fields of tall grass and cattails.

Mud squelches from beneath you when you realize you're at the foot of a pond.

The blonde takes off both backpacks, throwng them to the ground before kneeling by the edge of the pond. She unzips her own bag, retrieving a cloth from the big pocket and dipping it in the water.

Then she looks up at you, her blue eyes slightly warm, before cocking her head, gesturing for you to sit.

Cautiously, you obey.

The night is quiet with the exception of rippling water and crickets hidden in the cattails. You try not to whimper when she peels the remainders of your shredded pants from your left leg, and presses the wet cloth to your wound.

Her eyes watch closely at your reaction to every movement she makes.

It unnerves you, her attentiveness, her kindesss, of all things. It’s unlike anything you’ve experienced before. She cleans the gash off with such silent care that you’re entirely put off.

It doesn’t help that she keeps glancing up at you with those winter-light eyes, asking silent questions you’re too scared to answer.

"So," she begins, "what's in the bag?"

You send her the most pointed look you can muster.

"Aight.” She shrugs. “Secretive one, aren’t you.” She teases, reaching behind her to grab at your bag. In attempts to stop her you try to kick her with your un-injured leg. She catches your foot before it can even come close to hitting her, eyes wide with either amusement or warning.

"Easy." She hums.

It's quiet again after that. She puts more pressure on your leg, the cold water serving some relief to you. After a while the bleeding slows enough to leave the cloth draped over your injury, and you watch intently as she rummages through her backpack some more, before finally pulling out a flask.

"Prolly should've done this first." She snorts, opening the flask and taking a quick swig. Her face sours for a moment before the expression is gone, replaced by a lopsided smile.

"This is gonna burn bad." She looks at you. "But it's nothing you can't take."

When she pours the alcohol over your leg, it's like all hell has come down to personally punish you.

You can’t help but genuinely whimper when the alcohol touches your skin, the burning exemplified tenfold. Your hands fly to your leg, but the blonde grabs them in a tight grasp.

Her hands are calloused, large against yours. She entwines her fingers between your own, and you don’t even think to care. The pressure of her grasp is needed. When your hands leave here to grip her forearm, she doesn’t so much as flinch, even when your fingernails dig into her pale skin. She holds you tight till’ the burn subsides.

"I know," she mumbles, "I know it hurts, I know."

As you grip onto her flesh, she takes the time to ring out the now bloody cloth before soaking it in more lake water. It isntantly cools your skin when she gingerly places it on you again.

"I'm sorry. That's pretty much all I got." She sighs apologetically. "Wasn't expecting to run into any strays today."

You shoot her another look.

"Oh, you don't like that, huh?" She grins. "So what should I call you then?"

Her stare feels like two bullets through the back of your head. Startling, all too strong. You wet your lips in attempt to muster the ability to talk, but your throat is raw. You can feel scabs forming on the surface of your mouth.

Her eyes dip to your lips, then back again. She turns to rummage through the backpack again, and pulls out another flask, handing it to you.

"My bad." She mumbles.

You snatch it from her and unscrew the top, clumsily chugging from the flask with no shame. It’s like a beacon of light shining through your body, the water is lukewarm but clean and soothing. You don’t care that it dribbles down from the corner of your mouth as you hand the flask back to her.

Her face is amused, to say the least. Eyebrows raised, lips quirked upward. She takes it from you, fingertips brushing yours, and drinks the few drops you left behind. You watch as she licks her damp lips, and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

“You gonna talk now?” She cocks her head.

“Not much to say.” You respond simply, holding her eye.

You can see the way her tongue pokes the inside of her cheek, obviously trying to be patient with you. “You think I’m gonna let you off the hook like that?” She says.

“Thank you for saving me.” You manage to bite out, shifting in your seat on the grassy bank by the lake. “I’ll be on my way soon.”

“Yeah, sure.” She snorts, and you feel a twinge of agitation in your gut. “Good luck, on that leg.”

“Okay…” your gaze hardens, “so what exactly do you want from me? Because I don’t have any valuables, and I’m a pretty shitty fuck.”

“I’m not gonna assault you.” She deadpans.

“Normal people don’t help other people out of the goodness of their heart.” You tut. “And they definitely don’t waste supplies on weaklings. So you must be a rapist. Or a cannibal. Or both.”

“I’m neither!” She groans, hand on her head. “I found you. Thought I’d give you a hand. And where I’m coming from, water and fucking dishrags barely count as supplies.” She bites.

“And where exactly do you come from?” You raise a brow. You note her clothes, which are fairly nice aside from the drying cordycept blood, and her backpack, which is grimey but un-frayed around the edges like most are these days.

“Could ask you the same thing.” She smiles, like she’s caught you in a trap. “I found you being chased by at least 3 clickers, heavy ass bag which you’re protecting with your life, and leg cut open with a fucking saw.”

She has you there. You’re both quiet.

Then she gets up, brushing her pants off before looking down at you.

“C’mon.” She clicks her tongue.

“I think I’m good from here. Thanks for the help again.” You mutter, briefly happy she’s leaving before she grabs your bag.

“Hey!” You jerk, stumbling on your feet to reach for it. Your leg sears again, and you wince, losing balance. Her hands reach out for you, steadying your body before you can even attempt to catch your fall.

“Easy, baby.” She laughs. “You’re right, you know. I’ve been too nice.”

“Huh?” Your eyes widen, stomach lurching at what that could mean.

“I’m taking your bag.” She hums. “You don’t want me to touch it, so obviously it’s worth having.”

“No.” You bite, frustration rising despite the fact that her bare arms are still holding you up. You let your fingernails dig into her skin, but her expression once again doesn’t change. “I fucking worked my ass off for that bag. You can’t take it.”

“I can.” She shrugs. “And I will. Only thing is, I’m gonna be nice again and give you the option to come with it.”

You blink.

“I want what’s in here.” She hums. “But I think you’re worth dragging back home with me.”

You blink again, slower this time.

“What?” You manage to get out.

She rolls her eyes. “You’re gonna repay me by coming back to my community.”

“Fuck no.” You bite.

“Fuck yes.” She smiles. “I’m putting you to work. I know for a fact it’ll be better than whatever shady shit you were doing before…getting your leg hacked off with a fucking saw, for Christ’s sake.”

You ponder. It’s not like you have anywhere to be, like you have a home to go back to. That was over, especially if you came back lighter than you left. The saw wouldn’t be the end of it.

But this could be worse, for all you know.

“You have good clothes.” You state.

“More than enough to go around.” She nods, glancing at your thin, sweat soaked t-shirt and bloody pants.

You glance at the arms that you’re grasping onto, and you squeeze at the curve of her biceps. “You have enough to eat.”

“Uh..” She trails off, watching the way your fingers curl around her muscles. She swallows, hard, before nodding. “Food isn’t a problem for us yet.”

“Us?”

“Us.” She nods. “There’s a few hundred, I’d say.”

“All contributing?” You ask.

“As best as they can.”

You loosen your grip on her arms, realizing you’re feeling her up.

“How long is the walk?”

“Long.” She bites her lip. “We’ll take breaks.”

You stare into her eyes again. Crystal blue bullets, pretty lashes, wide eyed mirth just waiting to seep out.

It's either that or die alone out here. All signs point to yes.

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ALL NIGHT -P.B

one night. one apartment. two people. enhanced stamina.

warnings: fingering, oral sex, strap-on sex, vibrator use, face riding, degradation, dirty talk, slight food play, overstimulation, slight/unintentional somno, drug use

tldr: you guys take drugs and then fuck like rabbits. like, seriously it’s kinda cray

PLEASE READ: i honestly know nothing about honey packs or ANY libido enhancer. from my research honey packs only work on men(?) but for the sake of this fic they work on women too.

i have no idea what it feels like to be on an aphrodisiac/performance enhancing drug or how it affects anything so please go into this knowing i am utterly freeballing in hopes of pleasing the anon who requested this as best as i can.

11pm

rain pitter-patters the floor to ceiling glass window of your apartment as a movie plays in your living room. The tv screen paints your light-lacking home with faint colour. Aside from the rain, soft moans ring out all through the air.

Her arm is slung over your shoulder, her body warm and pressed against you. She shivers as your finger tips dance between the hem of her hoodie and the skin of her toned stomach, you try not squeak when she tugs at your hair in return.

Nights like these are the best, snuggled under blankets and dim lights in front of the tv, Netflix on full volume, Paige by your side.

“You picked the horniest movie possible.” Paige snorts, her words buzz in your ear since your head is on her chest.

“I knew there were sex scenes…just not this many.” You sigh, biting a lip as the main character moans loudly again as the main love interest smacks her ass. “What is this, the third one?”

“Second. But this one is long,” Paige tuts, clicking her tongue as the fucking on screen gets more aggressive, “goddamn, how does he have the stamina for that?”

“I know!” You laugh. “And look, it’s getting light outside.” You point to the tv, where one of the windows in the movie shows the changing time. “When they started it was dark.”

“Went all night, huh.” Paige whistles. “Lucky guy.”

“Lucky?” You sit up, turning to face her. She immediately raises both her hands in surrender, eyes wide.

“Not because of her,” she groans, talking about the main character, “but they’re going for hours like it’s no problem.”

“You’d think as an athlete you’d have the stamina.” You laugh, though it’s cut short when her brow raises in that challenging way that always pisses you off. Her mouth opens, then closes.

“What?”

“Nothing.” She shakes her head, but her face says otherwise.

“What is it!” You hiss. “Tell me.”

“It’s not me who doesn’t have the stamina.” She says, expression a mixture of superiority and guilt. “You can take like, two rounds max before passing the hell out.”

“Oh, what the fuck.” You frown. “Since when have you wanted to go for longer? What, do I go to bed and you’re just laying awake at night horny?”

“Psh, no.” She rolls her eyes. “I’m fine with two. Two is good, it’s enough.” She reassures you, hand on your waist. “But if you’d ever ask to keep going…”

“You’d have it in you.” You finish, understanding it’s no fault of your own. “I’d like to try, but honestly after cumming twice I’m tired.”

“I know, baby.” Paige shrugs. “S’not a big deal, I was just thinking. I can go for a while, but I dunno about all night anyways.”

“Yeah.” You settle, though sometimes tugs at your mind as you focus back on the movie. You watch as the girl is flipped from position to position, location to location, sexy music over the scene.

Paige shifts in her seat. You tense as it gets kinkier by the minute. And then the scene is over, and they’re laying in bed as morning sun fills the room.

And you suddenly have an idea.

“Where are you going?” Paige asks, eyes following you closely as you move her hand from your body and slip off the couch.

“Wait here.” You mumble, sending her a coy smile as you walk out of the living room. You know she’s watching your ass as you walk away like she always does. She loves the pyjama shorts you’re wearing, says they do you justice.

After rummaging through the back of the closet in your bedroom, you finally reach a large shoebox. You’d bought a really sexy pair of heels for Paige’s first wnba after-party a while back, and kept the box to commemorate that…as well as a few other things related to you and Paige.

When she sees you walk back into the living room, shoebox in hand, she immediately straightens. Paige recognizes it, of course. She’s practically been a Pavlovian experiment, you can see it as she licks her lips with eager flourish as you stand in front of the couch, tossing the lid of the box off to the side.

“What’re we doing?” She says, smile evident in her tone. She even takes the blanket off of her, and you almost laugh and how ready she’s willing to be.

“Chill.” You hum. You take out the the few dildos you have, leather components for the strap, and a huge bottle of lube that’s half empty, before tipping the box upside down and watching as the contents spill all over the coffee table in front of the couch.

Dental dams, ripped fishnets, mints that make you salivate like crazy, fuzzy handcuffs, the batteries you use for your toys, and a lot of little plastic packets.

Paige just takes everything in for a moment, brows slightly taught in uncertainty. Her eyes catch on the plastic packets, and she picks one up for inspection just as you’d hoped.

“The fuck is this?” She murmurs, squinting to read the small text on the plastic. “Oh, shit.” She adds, meeting your gaze.

You simply smile. “Well?”

“Where’d you even get these?”

“A few weeks back when me n’ the girls went clubbing. The place was handing them out, and I decided to keep them for later.” You admit.

“Oh, so you’ve been plotting, huh.” She quirks a brow, clearly amused.

“Not really!” You whine. “I was just curious, I guess. I heard they give you crazy stamina….and like, uhm…”

Her stare is heavy on you, head cocked, grinning sly as a fox. “And what?”

“They make you like, super horny.” You finish, unable to hold her gaze. “And stuff.”

“Right.” She nods, attempting to hide her smile beneath her hand. She rubs her mouth in thought as she reads the packet again. “This is so sketchy.” She murmurs. “But if it works, we could probably go all night.”

“Probably.” You nod.

Her eyes meet yours again. “Would you…wanna?”

You take a packet for yourself, attempting to mull over the small text written over the plastic. It sounds like gibberish, but it’s late and she’s already looking at you with sheer excitement, so your answer is obvious.

“Yeah.” You nod. “Let’s try.”

-★彡

What started as making out on the couch turned into you leading her to your room by the hand, not even bothering to close the door before she’s on you again.

There’s no urgency, no burst of energy like what you expected. It’s fairly normal, slow and sweet as she dips her head opposite yours to kiss you.

Her hands swim under the crewneck you wear, settling firmly on the crook of your waist with warm, rubbing thumbs grazing over your skin. Meanwhile you make quick work of her mouth, your tongue darting in to meet hers, tasting her.

You stumble around the room stuck to her like glue before your legs hit the foot of your bed and you topple over back-first, giggling as she follows.

Her legs cage yours in, hands arms settle on either side of you, and her mouth trails sweet kisses all over your face, jaw and neck. It’s loving and gentle, even when one hand leaves your side and carefully tugs your pyjamas pants down. You lift your hips to help her as she takes them off, before spreading your legs a little wider for her on the bed.

“Thank you, baby.” She mumbles against your skin, sucking pretty bruises onto your neck as her fingers pull your panties to the side, and tentatively slide between your folds.

“You’re so wet already.” Paige chirps, and you feel her teeth bared in a smile with a shiver. “How do I know it’s not the packets?” She adds.

“It’s not.” You hum, sliding your hands under her hoodie to feel at her abdomen. “Just you.”

She’s satisfied with that answer, because her fingers go from teasing your entrance to actually being inside you. One finger at first, before she realizes you’re loose enough for another.

You let your breath hitch as she pumps in and out of you, a gentle rhythm of pleasure humming through your body with every thrust of her hand. She whispers sweet nothings, pretty baby’s and so good’s until you’re squirming against her.

You kiss her again, half to shut her up and half to keep any whimpers from spilling out—because those will only feed her ego. Her pace quickens, her kisses turn sloppy, and your stomach tightens as your high begins and ends. She doesn’t let up, not until you’re panting too much to kiss back, and with a jolt you cum all over her fingers.

You feel her start to pull back from you before you grab her hand, holding it inside of you. “Don’t stop.” You plead, not thinking in the slightest.

Paige falters. “You sure? You just-“

“I know.” You whine, spreading your legs. You did cum, but you just weren’t done, the buzz wasn’t enough, you wanted it to keep going. “Just, please.”

“Okay.” She kisses your face. “You’re spoiled, you know that?” Paige grins, though her fingers start pumping again and you can’t help but genuinely flinch at the sensation, it’s unlike before.

Your stomach is tight again, your core is tingling. The stimulation is too much, too soon, but you need it. Even when you struggle to hold your legs open, when you beg her to do it for you. She obliges, wedging her knee between your thighs so she can keep going, lips bitten as she watches her fingers disappear and reappear by the second.

When you cum again it’s drawn out, fingers clenching the sheets of your bed as you finish.

“Whoa.” Paige hums. “That was- that was good.”

“Mhm.” You mumble, pulling her back in for another kiss by the fabric of her hoodie. You came for the second time, but instead of feeling ready to pass out, you’re surprisingly energized.

She pulls away, still close to your face. You watch her eyes as they dart from your clenched fists around her clothes to your lips.

And you feel yourself twitch down there again.

In a burst of energy you roll over, taking her with you. The positions are reversed now, you on top and her caged in against the ruffled sheets of your bed. You make quick work of straddling her torso, and when your already swollen clit brushes against her shorts you let out a little sigh.

This sensitivity is definitely new.

Paige is watching your every move, licking her lips as you throw the remainder of your clothes off and onto the ground.

And the you slide off of her.

“Take everything off.” You hum, crawling towards the nightstand by your bed.

“Or what?” Paige teases.

You don’t respond, simply opening the drawer of your nightstand and taking out your favourite vibrator wand.

The minute she catches sight of it her amused smile drops. You haven’t used this one on her—you haven’t used any on her at all.

“You don’t wanna?” You ask, shrugging.

She frowns, clearly unhappy at your false disinterest, but she holds your eyes as she slips her shorts off of her legs, her underwear with it.

“And the hoodie.” You add, gleefully at that. “And lay down.”

Paige grunts, but pulls her hoodie over her head regardless. She’s not wearing a bra, to your delight.

“Good.” You purr. You crawl over to her, swinging your leg over her head so that your pussy is hovering over her face. Her hands grab at your ass, already knowing what to do.

You shiver when she forces you down, her tongue licking an agonizingly slow strip across your folds. Before she can get too frantic, you lean forward enough to place the vibrator between her parted legs, turning it on once it’s settled correctly.

The whimper she udders at the start of the machine vibrates through your body.

She struggles to find routine at first, jolting as you toy around with the settings of the vibrator, but before you know it she’s holding your pussy down like she depends on it, lapping and panting against your ultra-sensitive skin.

The stimulation is one thing, but the sound of her breathy moans from beneath you rile you up on an entirely new level. You’re absolutely buzzing with sensation, grinding frantically against her parted mouth trying to chase that high.

“You’re so good, baby.” You mew, rocking your hips on her face. “So good Paige.” You add, upping the intensity on the vibrator as a reward for her. She lets out a strangled moan at that, hands gripping the skin of your ass hard enough to leave fingernail indents. You try to rise a little, unsure if it’s too much for her, but she forces you right back down, her tongue swirling around your clit and nuzzling into you with feverish energy.

Her legs are squeezing tight now, soaking wet at the core thanks to the wand wedged between them. You feel it too, practically shaking atop her. Before you know it, a huge feeling of release washes over you in big, sobering waves. You can’t help but cry out as you cum, the feeling of her mouth lapping it up engulfing you wholly. In turn she starts grinding against the vibrator, and then she cums too.

You turn the vibrator off and lazily crawl off of her, collapsing by her side and into her open arms. You’re both hard-breathing, flushed messes, eyes half-lidded and pupils blown wide.

“Holy shit.” Is all Paige can utter, her face glistening with what’s left of you. You can’t help but laugh, and she starts to laugh too, kissing your nose, forehead and lips with a smile.

Then the both of you are grinning and kissing, tumbling all over the bed like frantic teenagers. You thought you were exhausted till her teeth playfully pulled at your lip, and that burning spark in your gut came right back.

“Jesus,” you hum, sighing as her lips suck dark marks into your collarbone. “I could keep going.”

“So let’s keep going.” Paige murmurs.

“Mmh, seriously?” You sigh.

Her hands find your breasts, the calloused pads of her fingers brushing over your nipples. “We could go all night?” Paige smiles, eyes dangerously bright, full of energy again. “If you want.”

You hold her gaze as her mouth latches onto your chest, kissing all over the skin of your breasts in worship.

All night doesn’t sound too bad.

-★彡

1am

The next hour or so is filled with mindless making out, limbs tangled and shoulders bumping you suck every possible crevice of her face. It’s a break, in a sense, but a distracting one none the less. You’re both so incredibly sensitive, even the brush of her knee between your thighs sends waves of feeling through your body.

Paige’s lips struggle to part from you even when you both leave your room, stumbling around your apartment in an intimately naked scene, like she’s so obsessed that everything else has faded away. Even when she parts to grab another packet and the strap from the coffee table, her pinky finger stays lovingly entwined in yours.

You fasten it on her, adjusting every aspect with rigorous intent and bubbling excitement. Then you’re both stumbling through the place again, lips entwined with more ferocity.

It’s all in Paige’s control now, not that you mind. She’s leading with her tongue, her hands are groping whatever skin she can reach till you feel your back hit the surface of your kitchen counter. She lifts you up like you’re a doll, sitting you on the marble and pushing you to lie back against the cold material.

“What’re you doing?” You laugh, back arched to avoid the chill of your skin against the counter.

“Watch.” She orders.

She’s standing between your dangling legs as she rips the packet open with her teeth, drizzling the drugged-honey from your navel all the way to the valley between your breasts before tossing the plastic away.

You watch in excitement as her hands settle on either side of you, as she leans in and licks a clean stripe across your body, following the line of honey she drew till it’s all gone. The hairs on your arms stand up straight, goosebumps covering the expanse of your skin as her tongue cleans up the mess. Then she kisses you, and you taste it on her before she pulls away.

“Paige,” you whine, parting your legs, “please, please just fuck me.”

“I hear you, ma.” She rasps, fondling the silicone attached to her till the tip is grazing your slit. “You’re so fucking wet, I can tell you want it.”

“I want it so bad.” You nod vigorously. “C’mon.”

She pushes in, not nearly enough, then pulls back again. Then her hands are on your waist, pulling you forward and lifting your pelvis up just enough so that she can push into you at a better angle. You suck in a breath when she bottoms out, then bite out a whimper after the first thrust.

Then she sets her pace.

“Fuck,” you moan, “fuck, oh, Paige.” You cry out, hands trying to grip for anything you can on the flat surface of the counter. Slapping noises fill the room as her hips snap back and forth, lip bitten and eyes stark on the way you look splayed out on the kitchen counter like a meal. Your tits bounce with every shift of your body as she rocks against you.

“Just last week you could barely handle round two.” She grunts out. “Now look at you, moaning all over my dick. How many times are you gonna cum for me tonight, huh?”

The feeling of her filling you up makes you even more turned on. You can hear the noises of your slick against the silicon, the proof of your pleasure. It just feels so mindlessly good.

You reach for something, anything, but all you end up doing is knocking shit over. The sound of steel hitting the ground reverbs throughout the kitchen as an empty bowl and some cutlery fly off of the counter. You wince at the volume, but Paige leans in to grip your face.

“You’re a slut, you know that?” She bites, fully bottomed out, fingers around your face.

“Don’t stop.” You whine, shifting your hips. “Please, p.”

“You’re making a big fucking mess, moaning so damn loud and pushing things off the table.” Paige hisses, shoving your face slightly as she starts thrusting again. “Like a slut.”

“Maybe I am.” You choke out, feeling your core tense with every word. “I just need you so bad, need you to fill me up.”

“You don’t deserve it.” Paige grunts, grasping your skin so tight as her hips stutter agains you. “But I give you whatever you want, right? You just wanna get fucked.”

“Please, baby.” You moan, once again gripping nothing in attempt to smooth the pleasure. “Paige, please.”

She pulls your legs fully off of the counter now, roughly flipping you around and bending you over the cold expanse of the counter.

You’re breathless as one of her hands holds your back down while the other slaps your ass. Then she enters you again, slowly building up to the same rigorous pace as before.

The noises are louder now as your ass claps against her strap. You’re pushed forward against the counter with every thrust, your face smushed against the marble, lips choking out broken cries of satisfaction as she fucks you.

“Take it.” She mumbles, “You take my cock so good, baby.”

You cum with a full-body shiver, feeling the way it spills at she pulls out of you, the emptiness apparent.

It’s only a moments rest before you’re kissing her again, your back now meeting the wall before she picks you up. Her hands settle on your ass as you wrap her legs around her, and before you know it she’s fucking you all over again.

-★彡

3am

“Baby,” She moans, “Oh fuck, slow down.”

You can’t, or more accurately you won’t. You’re on a high, tits pressed against her back as her own are flush against the glass of your floor to ceiling windows. Rain hammers on one side of the glass as you fuck her against the other, skin sticky with sweat and arousal.

You can feel her legs shaking, you can see how her palms press against the window, or occasionally clench when you roll your hips just right. You rarely had the energy to use the strap on her, but thanks to your drug-induced heat, having the instrument was a blessing.

“Or what?” You breath against her neck, licking the spot where you left a hickey a few moments earlier, relishing how her shoulders raise in sensitivity. “Gonna cum like a little bitch?” You grin. The high of talking dirty felt good, you understood why she was so prone to it now.

“Yes.” Paige whines, voice raspy. “Fuck, yes.”

“You were calling me a slut earlier.” You bite, whispering into the shell of her ear. “But look at you now. What would happen to you if someone in the building across saw? Imagine the headlines.“

You grip her hips hard, forcing her into you, using her for your gain. She can’t even fathom your words, too drunk off of the sensations to formulate an answer.

“See? You don’t care.” You hum. “That’s why you’re not gonna cum yet.”

“What?” She finally snaps out of her daze, head whipping to meet your gaze as you slip out of her.

“No…” she bites her lip. “Wait, don’t stop.”

“Don’t be a baby.” You scoff, loosening the strap and stepping out of it. “Get on the floor. Legs spread.”

She’s a little confused, peeling herself off of the glass and stumbling around a bit, before you literally guide her to the hardwood and pry her legs apart with your hands.

The gasp Paige lets out when you lay down, lips against her pussy, is like music to your ears.

She’s already soaked from your strap, you can taste it as you press your tongue flat against her, sloppily kissing the mess between her legs as she throws her head back, hands gripping the hair on your head.

“Oh, god.” She whines.

“Shut up.” You snap, gripping the soft skin of her thighs. Her fingers tug at strands of your hair as you nuzzle into her heat, tongue swirling around her clit.

She’s grinding against your face, thighs shaking from the earlier denied orgasm and now your face between her legs. It’s almost too much when two of your fingers slip inside, tentatively pumping before they curl inside her.

“Shit.” She whines again, voice breathy. “Let me cum.”

You stop at that demand, smiling against her skin, fingers unmoving, and she groans in dissatisfaction.

“Beg for it.” You hum. “If you want it so bad.”

“Fuck, no.” She snaps, lips pouty as she looks at you. “Just—just keep going.”

You just raise a brow, slipping your fingers out of her.

“Beg.” You repeat, and you watch her mull the idea over. She’s never begged in her life, you can tell. Sex is easy currency for someone so sought after. “C’mon, begging never hurt anyone.” You add, licking a circle around her clit, to which she instantly screws her eyes shut in response to.

“Just beg for me, Paige.” You grin, kissing between her thighs. “Beg.” You tease her slit with your fingertips.

You can see her breaking, you can see it in the way her chest heaves, how her lip wobbles.

“Please.” She finally mumbles. “Please, baby. Please fuck me, please let me cum.” She moans pathetically.

Who are you to deny someone who asks so nicely?

-★彡

5am

You’re not sure what happened between ruining Paige on the floor of your living room to now, but you wake up groggy on your bed, sheets half off the mattress, legs tangled with hers.

You’re sticky between your legs, covered in sweat and god knows what else in general, hair totally a mess, lips swollen, ass sore—presumably from her hands getting a little too aggressive. She’s beside you, back pressed to your chest, her body rising and falling in shallow breaths of light sleep.

It’s still dark out. You cant’ve be asleep for long.

It takes great effort to untangle yourself from her and slip out of the bedroom. A hot shower is much needed, and the moment that steaming water hits your skin it’s like you’ve been regifted all of your energy.

You let your fingers dance all over the skin Paige had marked hours earlier, hickeys and bite marks tattering the expanse of your thighs, breasts, chest and neck. You think back to the start of the night—and everything that happened afterwards, and to your surprise, still have it in you to be turned on.

“What the hell is in those packets.” You mumble to yourself, letting your fingertips trail from your tits to your stomach, then lower, to the pulse between your legs.

Carefully, you let your fingers pull the hood of your clit back, rubbing the sensitive bud in slow circles. It feels good—not as good as Paige—but good enough. You can’t tell if you’re wet from the shower water or your own arousal, but it doesn’t matter. You speed up your hands anyways.

Soon enough your soft mewls fill the bathroom. You assume the sound of the shower covers them up a bit, now aggressively rubbing your clit in a pathetic chase for what must be your 5th orgasm that night.

And then you hear the click of the bathroom door, and you stop.

There’s a few quaint steps, they pause in front of the shower, and then continue. When the fogged-over shower door opens, you’re met with a freshly awoken Paige.

“Move.” She grumbles, stepping in with you. You oblige.

She’s covered in marks too, you can see it now that she’s showing off in front of you, wetting her hair and closing her eyes as her hands run over her tits, her stomach, the beginning of her thighs. Her neck is littered with pink and red hickeys, and her muscular back has long marks from your nails.

Her body is perfect. Breasts that fit in your hands like you were made for them, abs firm enough to ride on, legs strong and sturdy. Her back ripples as she runs her fingers through her hair. Her hands are personally your favourite, with her long fingers and veins.

You can’t help but slide behind her, running your hands all over her, gripping her ass and giving it a little playful smack.

“You’re so needy.” She scoffs, turning around and grabbing your hands, stopping you from touching her. “Calm down.”

“I can’t.” You frown. “You interrupted me. Now you have to deal with it.”

“Fucking whore.” She shakes her head, leaning in to kiss you. It’s aggressive, teeth clashing and lips bitten. Her hands grip your face, turning you to move against her the way she wants. “You jus cleaned off, now you wanna be dirty again.”

“You wanted all night.” You smile against her lips, letting your hands trail down to her pussy. “So I’m just giving what you asked for.”

“Don’t act like this is all for me.” She snorts, one hand leaving your face to graze your folds. “You’re selfish.”

“You’ve cum more than I have.” You challenge, fingers toying with her.

“That’s such a fucking lie!” Paige groans, slipping a finger in you with ease.

“Maybe we’re even.” You shrug, biting your lip as she starts to pump in and out of you. Similarly, her lips part as you do the same.

“So—“ she murmurs, breathless already, “we keeping it even?”

“Yeah.” You nod vigorously, looking down to watch as your fingers disappear inside her—and as hers disappear inside you.

“Shit.” She sighs, watching the sight herself. “S’good.”

“Mhm.” You huff, throwing your head back. You can feel your stomach tensing already, skin hot and buzzing from her hands and the hot water. She adds another finger, you do the same. In no time you’re both heavy breathing messes, hands cramped and mouths entwined. She cums a little before you, but you keep going till you follow soon after.

She opens the shower door in a hurry, practically stumbling out with you alongside her.

The bathroom is full of fog, so you manage to turn the fan on before she tugs you out by the hand, right back into the bedroom.

Then you’re kissing again, slower, mumbling unintelligible words between breaths, parting to catch each other staring. Her eyes can barely stay open, and at one point you’re not sure if you’re kissing back. The ache in your gut, the one that’s been saying more, more, is dulling. You’re reduced to an exhausted hum, brain as foggy as your bathroom.

“M’ so fucking tired.” Paige whispers between little kisses on your face, hands holding you loosely against her.

You catch a glimpse of your bedroom window, and you’re surprised to see the beginning of morning, red hues mixing with the dark leftovers of the night.

She notices too, you meet her eyes as they part from the sky. She kisses you again, closed mouth, hands wandering.

“Good morning.” You mumble, lazily laughing.

“Good fucking morning.” She huffs back, holding you close. “That was something.”

You nod. “What is even in those packets?”

“Don’t wanna know.” Paige mumbles. You’re not sure if she says anything else, because your eyes shut right after.

That sleep in her arms is the best you’ve ever had in your life.

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we need a smut of like Caitlin Clark overstimulating us with a strap for making her jealous + acting like a brat pls pls I beg of u 🙏🏾🙏🏾

BRAT — caitlin clark

CONTENT WARNING — overstimulation (r receiving), strap usage (r receiving), jealous cait, idk

She hated when you acted like this, being so touchy with your close friends, even her teammates, just to piss her off. The night would always end the same tho—You trembling beneath her.

Caitlin’s sheets were damp and twisted beneath your body, thighs shaking you stare up at her where Caitlin hovered, her smirk sharp and her eyes dark with lust.

“Oh, Come on. You were so confident early when you were all over another girl? Where’s that confidence now?” Caitlin teased, her voice low and rough as strap pushed deep inside of you, hitting every spot.

Your hips bucked against her hold and tears ran down your face, hot against your skin. Your breathing heavy as you tried to move away from her but she held you down before leaning down and pressing hot kisses to your neck.

“Fuck—please, Cait!!” Your back arched into her hold and your eyes squeezed shut. It was like her whole body was on fire. Your clit throbbed underneath her hand, remaining untouched for the time being.

“Come on.. Cum for me, now.” She pulled away from your neck, her head tilting as she watched you. She watched as your chest heaved and your eyes squeezed shut, your hand grabbing onto the sheet. She watched as your hips trembled beneath hers before you sobbed.

Your walls clenched around her strap but she kept her same pace. Rough and deep strokes and she watched you quite literally fall apart. Your body trembled under her gaze as she chuckled. Her lips pressed against yours, swallowing your whimpers and cries as your hands moved to rest against her shoulders.

Your body seized as your orgasm ripped through you. Your vision clouded by black dots as your walls tighten around her. She groaned as she listened to you cry against her mouth, but she didn’t stop.

Her pace got faster, riding through the aftermath until you were pulling away from her and sobbing, one of your hands moving to push against her stomach.

“C-Cait… Please—I can’t!!” Your pleas made her scoff as she stared down at you. She wiped the tears from your face and smiled sweetly at you.

“Oh but you can and you will.. This is what you get for pulling that little stunt earlier.” She presses a small kiss to your lips before her hips start to move again, slamming deep in you as your moans start up again.

“You’re gonna cum until I say you can’t.”

TAGLIST — @mrsarnold @yannasuniverse @hellokittyfeenie

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More of paige overstimulating reader please kaii🙏🏻🙏🏻

SHE IS FUCKING INSANE 𖹭 she does not gaf wether you are crying or not. If ever. she will hold your squirming body down just because she wants to see how much more you can take.

𖹭 dub con. overstsimulation. begging.

The bed was a battlefield, sheets twisted and damp beneath your trembling body, your wrists pinned above your head by paige’s iron grip.

She loomed over you like a predator, her lean frame, her smirk sharp enough to cut, her eyes, dark and glinting with a dangerous mix of arrogance and lust, locked onto yours, daring you to try and break free.

“Quit whinin’ ma” Paige drawled, her voice low and rough, dripping with that thuggish swagger that made your stomach flip.

Her fingers long, relentless, and unforgiving slammed into you with a brutal rhythm, each thrust deep and deliberate, curling just right to rip a choked sob from your throat.

Your body jerked under her, hips bucking wildly, but she held you down with ease, her strength overwhelming, her free hand pressing hard against your lower stomach to keep you still.

“Paige—fuck, please!” you begged, your voice raw, cracking under the weight of the pleasure pain she was forcing through you.

Tears streamed down your face, hot and unstoppable, pooling against the pillow as your vision blurred.

Your thighs trembled, muscles screaming from the effort of trying to squirm away, but paige wasn’t having it.

Her grip tightened, nails biting into your skin, and she leaned in close, her breath hot against your cheek.

“Nah, baby girl, calm down” she taunted, her lips curling into a smug grin as she watched you unravel. “You wanted this, right? begged for me to fuck you up, now take it like you mean it.” Her fingers didn’t slow, didn’t falter, driving into you with a relentless precision that made your entire body feel like a live wire.

Each thrust sent shockwaves through your core, your clit throbbing under the pressure of her palm grinding against it, the sensation so intense it felt like it might split you apart.

You were a mess, sobbing openly now, your pleas spilling out in broken fragments.

“It’s too much, paige—please, slow down, i can’t—” Your hands clawed at her arms, nails digging into her skin, but she didn’t even flinch.

Instead, she laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between your legs.

“Too much?” she mocked, her tone dripping with fake sympathy as she tilted her head, studying you like you were her favorite toy.

“I ain’t even started yet.” She leaned down, her lips brushing your ear, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.

“You look so fuckin’ pretty like this, all broke down and crying for me, makes me wanna ruin you even more.”

Your body arched off the bed, a desperate attempt to ease the pressure, but paige was merciless.

Her fingers curled inside you, hitting that spot that made your vision go white, and a scream tore from your throat, raw and primal.

Your walls clenched around her, pulsing wildly, but she didn’t let up, her pace punishing, her smirk widening as she watched you fall apart.

“Paige!” you gasped, your voice barely audible, drowned out by the wet sounds of her fingers working you over.

Your tears were relentless now, staining your cheeks, your lips trembling as you tried to form words.

“I—I can’t take it, please—”

“Shut that shit up” she snapped, though her tone was laced with that cocky charm that made your heart race.

Her hand slid from your stomach to your face, gripping your jaw just tight enough to make you focus on her. “Look at me, look at who’s fuckin’ you this good.”

Her eyes burned into yours, fierce and possessive, and for a moment, you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but drown in her.

She softened, just for a second, her thumb brushing gently over your tear streaked cheek.

“You’re doin’ so good, baby” she murmured, her voice still rough but tinged with something almost tender.

“You know I love seein’ you like this, right? all mine, all fucked out.” Her lips crashed against yours, a messy, hungry kiss that swallowed your whimpers, her tongue claiming you as thoroughly as her fingers were.

But the softness didn’t last.

She pulled back, her grin returning, sharper than ever.

“Now stop beggin’ and give me what i want” she growled, her fingers speeding up, the pressure building to a point that felt impossible, unbearable.

Your body was no longer your own, every nerve singing with the chaos she unleashed, every muscle taut and trembling.

You were on the edge, teetering, and she knew it— reveled in it.

“Come on.” she urged, her voice low and commanding, her breath hot against your neck as she nipped at your skin.

“Let it go, break f'me” Her fingers twisted, her palm grinding harder, and it was like a dam burst inside you.

Your scream was silent at first, your body seizing as the orgasm ripped through you, white hot and devastating.

Your vision blacked out, your back bowing off the bed, your walls clamping down around her fingers so tight she hissed in approval.

“Fuck, that’s it” Paige muttered, her voice thick with satisfaction as she watched you shatter.

She didn’t stop, didn’t ease up, riding you through the waves until you were a sobbing, trembling heap, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

Only then did she slow, her fingers still moving, but gentler now, coaxing every last shudder from your oversensitive body.

She leaned down, kissing the tears from your cheeks, her lips soft but her smirk still cocky as hell.

“Told you I’d fuck you up” she whispered, her voice a smug promise.

You could barely nod, your body limp, your heart pounding, but as her arms wrapped around you, pulling you close, you knew you’d let her ruin you again and again.

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i looooove your blog theme so bad. u ate

ahh thank you so much!!

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Hiii!! how has your week been?!! 💜💜💜

pretty good!! me and my gf are doing amazing + im on vacation!!

how has yours been<3

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i want more friends… all i have is leila on here

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'and they second round pick #, ny liberty choose aubrey griffin from university of Connecticut'

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someone posted a story for gf on instagram but used 4EVER like ok i dont like this

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you’ll never outdo the originals bby😭😭😭😭

@mrsarnold

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hey so i think angst is pretty good

WE HUG NOW — Paige Bueckers

CONTENT WARNING — angst , song based fic , lowkey asshole paige , injury , sc reader , reader being stubborn , self doubt , no happy ending.

WORD COUNT — 1950 , not proofread

You weren’t supposed to be back here. 

Not in this gym. Not in these halls. Not around the husky logo posted around everywhere you look. 

But this is what happens when you’re from a rivalry school. 

As you and your team made it through the tunnel you heard fans already. You’d barely made it two steps out the tunnel before people were calling your name.

“Hey! Number 6! Can we get a pic?”

“Can you sign this?”

A line already forming of younger girls in South Carolina hoodies and jerseys with sharpies in hand. You smile at them as you make your way over, taking photos, signing shirts, letting them hug you and talk to you. Cameras were flashing as multiple compliments were thrown at you. 

As you’re signing a shirt you hear someone call your name behind you – “She used to play with Paige, right?” 

“Yeah, and now she’s even better. I hope she drops 30 on her tonight.” Another replies.

You laugh under your breath and shake your head to yourself as you hand one of the fans their autograph back before she asks—”Is it weird playing against Paige?”

And you lie.

“It’s not at all, it’s just another game for me.” You smile at her.

It’s not just another game and you’re sure they all know it. The amount of whispers about the two of you and rumors. Some people think you left because you couldn’t stand being in her shadow anymore. Others say it was about petty drama. 

No one knows you left because you couldn’t stand looking at her and wondering if you were the only one who felt wrecked by it all.

No one knows about how you silently cried in front of her when telling her you were transferring. “I can’t stay here if you’re going to pretend that I just don’t matter to you, it hurts.” All she did was nod. And you never heard from her again.

But now you’re both in the same gym again, just a bit different this time. Different jerseys but the same building. 

You smile at all the fans again as you turn towards the court as everyone starts warm ups. You jog to the baseline and force yourself to shake off the nerves. You’re not the same girl that had left Uconn. You’re better now. Faster. Stronger. You’ve earned your spot here and the respect. 

At the other end of the court, Paige stretches near her teammates. She hasn’t looked over, not even once. 

Not during warmups. Not during introductions. Not when lineups are called and your name is shouted louder than hers. 

She doesn’t acknowledge you, not even one. But the world does. They’re watching you. 

The tip off was a bit of a blur to you, mainly due to the adrenaline and too many thoughts running around your head, oh and the screaming of the crowd.

You’re locked in, that’s all that matters to you. Your hands are steady, your footwork is clean, your passes are amazing. But your mind keeps drifting. Every time you hear her voice, every time she runs past you. 

By the second quarter, it’s a close game. The kind of game where everyone is on edge. Calls come slower or not at all. The game is dragging on it feels like but the crowd roars and it makes everything better. Knowing people are here to watch this game. 

But none of that mattered at the moment because she was still out there. And now she was guarding you. You hate the way it makes your heart ache, just being near her and looking at her. 

She stands across from you with a blank face. Her stance is perfect, she’s locked in and focused. It’s not even about the play anymore, it’s the way she doesn’t seem affected being this close to you again. She doesn’t flinch when you get close. You end up blowing past her on the left and you hear her chasing behind you, too close. 

You miss the layup. 

Your coach and teammates congratulate you anyway and say to brush it off.

You don’t care.

You felt like you were nothing to her, you knew you were at some point though. When she would pull you aside after practice to walk home with you. When you fell asleep tangled up in a hotel room bed after games. When she would stare at you like you were the only girl in the world. She won’t even look you in the eye now.

You’re at the top of your game again, guarding tight against her and her teammates. You have to keep this up. This game is your one chance to prove that you’re better, that transferring wasn’t a bad idea. 

You cut hard as her eyes follow you closely. Her feet match yours as the two of you move. You make a quiet jab to the right before blowing past her. You shift as you try to pass her defense and get to the hoop.

That’s when it happens.

Paige’s body slams into yours. You feel the force of her as her shoulder digs into yours side which sends the both of you off balance. You try to balance—you really do but there’s nowhere to go. You land off the hardwood floor and your knee gives out with a crack.

You gasp loudly as you fall to the floor, pain flaring up your leg.

You barely process the noise. Your scream. Your body falling to the court. It’s all too much and so fast. Your head is spinning and your eyes become blurry with tears but you see Paige.

She’s staring down at you with a shocked look as she steps back slowly, her eyes flickering to your leg.

Another cry falls from you as you turn away from her to curl into yourself, one of your hands slapping against the floor. Half of you is crying because of the pain… the other half crying because you wanted Paige by your side.

She just sits there and watches you, stepping back again as your teammates come to your side. Kk and Azzi are by her side, looking at you with concern as they pull her away.

You’re sitting in the locker room, ice pressed against your knee now. The pain has faded to a bull throb now and you can hear the game still going on outside. You’re staring down at the floor as you sit there before you hear the door open.

You know it’s Paige without looking up.

She stands at the entrance for a few seconds before her soft footsteps fill the empty room and next thing you know, she’s stopping in front of you.

“I heard ACL?” She asks quietly, her gaze locked onto your knee.

“Yep, full tear. Season ending.” You responded after a few seconds of silence, finally lifting your head to look at her. She swallows before moving to sit front of you, her hands resting in her lap.

“I’m so sorry.” She says and this time it actually sounds real. 

“You didn’t do it on purpose.” You say back, your voice low as you shrug towards her. 

“I never wanted it to be like this between us.” She admits. “I… I didn’t know how to fix it, and I just froze.”

You sigh before leaning back and staring up at the ceiling. 

“I just wanted you to say something. Anything. You disappeared the second things got hard. You didn’t reach or fight for it. It’s like you just didn’t care, I wasn’t important to you.” 

She flinches before her eyes falling to her lap. She’s picking at her skin again, a habit she picked up during middle school.

“I was… scared.” She says, and her voice cracks in a way you’ve never heard before. “I didn’t want to lose you. I told myself staying away from you was safer. I thought… You would fight back and push yourself back into my life again.”

“I waited. For a text or a call from you. For so long, Paige..” You look up to her then, studying her face. It really gets you now. The truth that maybe, just maybe, this entire time she had been hurting as well. 

“I’m still pissed at you.” You say with a small smile on your face directed towards her.

“I know.”

“I don’t forgive you, not yet at least.”

Her jaw tightens as she takes a breath and nods.

“But..” You hesitate before letting out a sigh. “I’m tired of pretending it didn’t mean anything. You mattered to me. You still do..” 

“So.. What now?” She asks carefully, her eyes flickering with something, maybe hope or even guilt.

“Now… I spend the next year doing rehab and um.. Try not to spiral. And maybe.. If you mean what you said, you’ll text me. You show up for me. You don’t disappear this time, please.” You know you sound desperate at this point, but you couldn’t help it.

She nods slowly, her face is unreadable but you see her hand twitch, like she wants to reach for you. She doesn’t though. She doesn’t leave either. 

It’s now been four weeks. 

The brace is now on and your swelling has gone down, but the pain hasn’t. You’ve memorized the ceiling in your bedroom, every dent and crack up there. 

Your phone has buzzed all day, it feels like forever. You can’t be mad. The season goes on, life goes on.

You’re just not in it anymore. 

Your leg is propped up on a pillow with a blanket tangled at your feet, your tv remote in one hand. You didn’t even mean to turn the game on, it’s just muscle memory at this point. ESPN. Uconn vs. Creighton.

Your fingers twitch on the remote, maybe you should change it but you can’t bring yourself to do it. 

The cameras pan around the court, the blue and white jerseys are moving. Paige is there, of course. Her hair is tied back and she’s locked in. 

She looks like she got everything she wanted. 

Your expression is blank as you stare at the screen. All the noise turns to static in the background. You see her drive to the rim, finishing a smooth layup and the crowd roars. She highfights her teammates and looks up in the stands with a bright smile. 

You wonder if she’s thinking about you. Probably not.

You wonder if she remembers that night in the locker room. The way both of your voices cracked. The way she looked at you and admitted she still wanted you. You wanted to believe her—you did. You were stupid to. 

You swallow hard as the TV blurs for a second. You blink and realize it’s your own tears. You blink a few times and then cut the volume down.

Paige hits another three and you want to cry.

You sit there for the rest of the game in silence. 

The room is quiet, only the sound of you breathing and the quiet ache in your chest that feels even more heavier than before. You sniffle before reaching for your phone.

No new texts. No missed calls. 

The world didn’t stop when you got hurt. 

More tears blur your vision as you scroll and click on Paige's contact before you start typing a message and click send.

“Do you even think about me?”

Sent 10:59 p.m

you have blocked this contact.

You’re still sitting there trying to make sense of all of this.

Maybe that was the worse part—

She’s just thinkin it’s a small thing that happened.

The world ended when it happened to me.

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does no one in this fandom like angst.

WE HUG NOW — Paige Bueckers

CONTENT WARNING — angst , song based fic , lowkey asshole paige , injury , sc reader , reader being stubborn , self doubt , no happy ending.

WORD COUNT — 1950 , not proofread

You weren’t supposed to be back here. 

Not in this gym. Not in these halls. Not around the husky logo posted around everywhere you look. 

But this is what happens when you’re from a rivalry school. 

As you and your team made it through the tunnel you heard fans already. You’d barely made it two steps out the tunnel before people were calling your name.

“Hey! Number 6! Can we get a pic?”

“Can you sign this?”

A line already forming of younger girls in South Carolina hoodies and jerseys with sharpies in hand. You smile at them as you make your way over, taking photos, signing shirts, letting them hug you and talk to you. Cameras were flashing as multiple compliments were thrown at you. 

As you’re signing a shirt you hear someone call your name behind you – “She used to play with Paige, right?” 

“Yeah, and now she’s even better. I hope she drops 30 on her tonight.” Another replies.

You laugh under your breath and shake your head to yourself as you hand one of the fans their autograph back before she asks—”Is it weird playing against Paige?”

And you lie.

“It’s not at all, it’s just another game for me.” You smile at her.

It’s not just another game and you’re sure they all know it. The amount of whispers about the two of you and rumors. Some people think you left because you couldn’t stand being in her shadow anymore. Others say it was about petty drama. 

No one knows you left because you couldn’t stand looking at her and wondering if you were the only one who felt wrecked by it all.

No one knows about how you silently cried in front of her when telling her you were transferring. “I can’t stay here if you’re going to pretend that I just don’t matter to you, it hurts.” All she did was nod. And you never heard from her again.

But now you’re both in the same gym again, just a bit different this time. Different jerseys but the same building. 

You smile at all the fans again as you turn towards the court as everyone starts warm ups. You jog to the baseline and force yourself to shake off the nerves. You’re not the same girl that had left Uconn. You’re better now. Faster. Stronger. You’ve earned your spot here and the respect. 

At the other end of the court, Paige stretches near her teammates. She hasn’t looked over, not even once. 

Not during warmups. Not during introductions. Not when lineups are called and your name is shouted louder than hers. 

She doesn’t acknowledge you, not even one. But the world does. They’re watching you. 

The tip off was a bit of a blur to you, mainly due to the adrenaline and too many thoughts running around your head, oh and the screaming of the crowd.

You’re locked in, that’s all that matters to you. Your hands are steady, your footwork is clean, your passes are amazing. But your mind keeps drifting. Every time you hear her voice, every time she runs past you. 

By the second quarter, it’s a close game. The kind of game where everyone is on edge. Calls come slower or not at all. The game is dragging on it feels like but the crowd roars and it makes everything better. Knowing people are here to watch this game. 

But none of that mattered at the moment because she was still out there. And now she was guarding you. You hate the way it makes your heart ache, just being near her and looking at her. 

She stands across from you with a blank face. Her stance is perfect, she’s locked in and focused. It’s not even about the play anymore, it’s the way she doesn’t seem affected being this close to you again. She doesn’t flinch when you get close. You end up blowing past her on the left and you hear her chasing behind you, too close. 

You miss the layup. 

Your coach and teammates congratulate you anyway and say to brush it off.

You don’t care.

You felt like you were nothing to her, you knew you were at some point though. When she would pull you aside after practice to walk home with you. When you fell asleep tangled up in a hotel room bed after games. When she would stare at you like you were the only girl in the world. She won’t even look you in the eye now.

You’re at the top of your game again, guarding tight against her and her teammates. You have to keep this up. This game is your one chance to prove that you’re better, that transferring wasn’t a bad idea. 

You cut hard as her eyes follow you closely. Her feet match yours as the two of you move. You make a quiet jab to the right before blowing past her. You shift as you try to pass her defense and get to the hoop.

That’s when it happens.

Paige’s body slams into yours. You feel the force of her as her shoulder digs into yours side which sends the both of you off balance. You try to balance—you really do but there’s nowhere to go. You land off the hardwood floor and your knee gives out with a crack.

You gasp loudly as you fall to the floor, pain flaring up your leg.

You barely process the noise. Your scream. Your body falling to the court. It’s all too much and so fast. Your head is spinning and your eyes become blurry with tears but you see Paige.

She’s staring down at you with a shocked look as she steps back slowly, her eyes flickering to your leg.

Another cry falls from you as you turn away from her to curl into yourself, one of your hands slapping against the floor. Half of you is crying because of the pain… the other half crying because you wanted Paige by your side.

She just sits there and watches you, stepping back again as your teammates come to your side. Kk and Azzi are by her side, looking at you with concern as they pull her away.

You’re sitting in the locker room, ice pressed against your knee now. The pain has faded to a bull throb now and you can hear the game still going on outside. You’re staring down at the floor as you sit there before you hear the door open.

You know it’s Paige without looking up.

She stands at the entrance for a few seconds before her soft footsteps fill the empty room and next thing you know, she’s stopping in front of you.

“I heard ACL?” She asks quietly, her gaze locked onto your knee.

“Yep, full tear. Season ending.” You responded after a few seconds of silence, finally lifting your head to look at her. She swallows before moving to sit front of you, her hands resting in her lap.

“I’m so sorry.” She says and this time it actually sounds real. 

“You didn’t do it on purpose.” You say back, your voice low as you shrug towards her. 

“I never wanted it to be like this between us.” She admits. “I… I didn’t know how to fix it, and I just froze.”

You sigh before leaning back and staring up at the ceiling. 

“I just wanted you to say something. Anything. You disappeared the second things got hard. You didn’t reach or fight for it. It’s like you just didn’t care, I wasn’t important to you.” 

She flinches before her eyes falling to her lap. She’s picking at her skin again, a habit she picked up during middle school.

“I was… scared.” She says, and her voice cracks in a way you’ve never heard before. “I didn’t want to lose you. I told myself staying away from you was safer. I thought… You would fight back and push yourself back into my life again.”

“I waited. For a text or a call from you. For so long, Paige..” You look up to her then, studying her face. It really gets you now. The truth that maybe, just maybe, this entire time she had been hurting as well. 

“I’m still pissed at you.” You say with a small smile on your face directed towards her.

“I know.”

“I don’t forgive you, not yet at least.”

Her jaw tightens as she takes a breath and nods.

“But..” You hesitate before letting out a sigh. “I’m tired of pretending it didn’t mean anything. You mattered to me. You still do..” 

“So.. What now?” She asks carefully, her eyes flickering with something, maybe hope or even guilt.

“Now… I spend the next year doing rehab and um.. Try not to spiral. And maybe.. If you mean what you said, you’ll text me. You show up for me. You don’t disappear this time, please.” You know you sound desperate at this point, but you couldn’t help it.

She nods slowly, her face is unreadable but you see her hand twitch, like she wants to reach for you. She doesn’t though. She doesn’t leave either. 

It’s now been four weeks. 

The brace is now on and your swelling has gone down, but the pain hasn’t. You’ve memorized the ceiling in your bedroom, every dent and crack up there. 

Your phone has buzzed all day, it feels like forever. You can’t be mad. The season goes on, life goes on.

You’re just not in it anymore. 

Your leg is propped up on a pillow with a blanket tangled at your feet, your tv remote in one hand. You didn’t even mean to turn the game on, it’s just muscle memory at this point. ESPN. Uconn vs. Creighton.

Your fingers twitch on the remote, maybe you should change it but you can’t bring yourself to do it. 

The cameras pan around the court, the blue and white jerseys are moving. Paige is there, of course. Her hair is tied back and she’s locked in. 

She looks like she got everything she wanted. 

Your expression is blank as you stare at the screen. All the noise turns to static in the background. You see her drive to the rim, finishing a smooth layup and the crowd roars. She highfights her teammates and looks up in the stands with a bright smile. 

You wonder if she’s thinking about you. Probably not.

You wonder if she remembers that night in the locker room. The way both of your voices cracked. The way she looked at you and admitted she still wanted you. You wanted to believe her—you did. You were stupid to. 

You swallow hard as the TV blurs for a second. You blink and realize it’s your own tears. You blink a few times and then cut the volume down.

Paige hits another three and you want to cry.

You sit there for the rest of the game in silence. 

The room is quiet, only the sound of you breathing and the quiet ache in your chest that feels even more heavier than before. You sniffle before reaching for your phone.

No new texts. No missed calls. 

The world didn’t stop when you got hurt. 

More tears blur your vision as you scroll and click on Paige's contact before you start typing a message and click send.

“Do you even think about me?”

Sent 10:59 p.m

you have blocked this contact.

You’re still sitting there trying to make sense of all of this.

Maybe that was the worse part—

She’s just thinkin it’s a small thing that happened.

The world ended when it happened to me.

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Bonfire - P. Bueckers

Pairing: Paige Bueckers/F.Reader

Warnings: Drinking, making out

Tl;Dr: You meet this hot chick at a bonfire party, and boy can she kiss

Notes: Hello...unsure if my mutuals remember me lmao it's been little under a year since i wrote for Paige. the uconn w revived me. i also lowk forgot how to write so this is my warm up. and writing kisses is hard so I'm practicing lmfao

Fire crackles from the middle of the field as the usual crowd of UConn kids gather around, fizzy vodka sodas in hand as they socialize. 

The night sky was clear and star-speckled, and your fingers pricked slightly from the midnight wind. Things were more lowkey at this particular bonfire, nobody was in the mood to be busted by small-town cops. 

You mainly stuck to your usual group of friends, a couple of extroverted girls who would chat up all sorts of guys while you hung back on the sidelines. You didn’t mind much, they had their tastes and you had yours. 

Sometimes it was depressing, being at parties like these, surrounded by fraternity guys and preoccupied girls when you’d much rather be finding some game of your own. Still, you were trying to soak in the last of your senior year, game or not.

“Not to be mean…” one of your friends begins, swaying slightly on her feet in a drunken daze, “but like, how do you not feel left out?”

“What?” You ask, snapped out of a daze. People watching was what you usually got up to at these sort of things, and you were currently eyeing a certain well known group amongst people at your school.

“Likee,” she hiccups, dragging out the word. “We’re all going home with guys tonight, girl. Hate to say it.” She pouts, almost condescendingly. “And like, you’re not. I don’t think I’ve even seen you go home with anyone after a party.”

You take in her drunken drawl, keeping your eyes on the group ahead. A flurry of blonde hair catches your eye, pin straight and pretty as she laughs with her friends. Her gaze meets yours for a split second before breaking off.

“How could you?” You scoff. “You’re always so sloshed, I’d be surprised if you knew your own name, let alone who I go home with.”

“Funny.” Your friend grunts. “I’m serious, have a good fuck, find some douche for the night. Stop hanging around like some wallflower, it’s like, depressing.”

“Uhuh.” You hum, a little drop in your stomach as the blonde seems to meet your eye again. This time it’s not by chance in the slightest. Something about her parted lips as her gaze lands on you seems so intentional.

“Hey, listen.” Your friend mumbles, placing a seemingly comforting hand on your shoulder, or maybe it’s to steady herself. “Don’t feel bad. We just want you to have fun! Do you want me to set you up with a guy? I have a guy who would be so good to you. For one night.”

“Uh, okay.” You chide absentmindedly, trying your hardest to keep eye contact with the pretty blonde further in the mass of people. Her eyes part from yours every so often to go back to her friends, but those eyes always come back to you. It’s nerve wracking, like you’re both waiting for something to happen.

“Fuck yes!” Your friend exclaims, practically flashing the public unknowingly. “I’ll find him, don’t go anywhere.”

You’re paying practically zero attention, downing the mostly-full drink in your hand for some extra confidence before working your way through the crowd.

You weren’t exactly sure what your plan was, but you wanted to get a good look at the girl up close. You just had to squeeze through some people and hang around her area inconspicuously.

You finally reach her general area, the fire burning hotter near the middle and the smell of summer-smoke in the air. The light illuminates everyone’s faces with orange and yellow glows against the navy night, music blasts from a stereo nearby. 

You don’t see her anywhere, but you do find a few friends who throw a some drinks at you. You try your best to be social, piercing holes in Twisted-Teas and shotgunning them with as much precision as you can muster. 

The rush of alcohol starts to roll in after your third drink, your body simmering slightly from the heat of everyone around you, and your head feeling lighter, less guarded.

“One more?” Someone calls out, offering a white claw for the ready. 

“I’m good.” You mumble, handing it back. “I should probably stop.”

“Smart idea.” Someone says from behind you, and you laugh. Something about drinking in such close proximity with all these other drunk people was heightening your symptoms like a freakish social experiment.

“Uhuh.” You nod, not bothering to face the person. “I know my limits.” You scoff, happy you’re at least thinking coherently, though you’re not sure if you sound that way.

“You good?” The voice asks, low and taunting as if amused. Her arm brushes against yours in the slightest, and you finally turn to see who it is.

You’re surprised when you have to look up a little more than you expected. The perpetrator cocks her head ever so slightly, blonde hair tied back in a perfectly messy low bun, eyes blue and glinting from the fire light, and her own hand grasping a fizzy looking drink. 

Speaking of hands, the more you focus on her the more you struggle to snap back to reality. You couldn’t help but appreciate the slight veins that lead to her toned arms, your sight moving further up to note her biceps.

“Uhuh.” You murmur, shamelessly checking the girl out. Her lips curl into an ambitious smile, as if she knows exactly how attractive she is. Oh, the sight of her watching you watch her, it’s like your stomach is doing flips.

“D’you say anything other than uhuh?” She scoffs, raising an eyebrow. “Or are you that drunk?”

“Are you?” You shoot back, gesturing with your eyes to the drink in her hand, half empty.

“This is virgin.” She smirks, though you swear you catch her wink in a split second.

“Yeah, and I’m not halfway plastered.” You smile, exaggerating the state of your intoxication. “I’ll let you live in your fantasy if I can live in mine, ’kay Paige?”

You mentally face-palm as soon as you say it. Obviously being this close to the girl, you realized who she was. 

It didn’t matter that everyone at your university knew who she was, you still had hoped you could act like some rare unknowing specimen who could charm her with your lack of knowledge of her fame.

You were not planning of flat out feeding her ego.

Much to your delight, she doesn’t comment on your knowing her name, though her smile does spread into something slightly proud. 

“I’m not lying.” She raises an eyebrow, her expression dead set on challenging. She’s beautiful, her voice is endearing and her presence holds more confidence than you’ve ever seen up close. You hate how your stomach jitters with every movement of her lips.

“Right.”

“I’m not!” She laughs, taking a long sip of her drink before holding it out to you, the straw sliding perfectly in front of your face. “Try me.” Paige hums.

You pause for a moment, eyes darting between her face and her drink. “I’m good.”

“Nah, you wanted to pass some comments, so here.” Paige shrugs, teeth bared in that stupid know-it-all smile, “Drink up.”

With one last glance at her expression to make sure she’s being for real, you lean in slightly. Your lips meet the cheap black straw of her drink, and you gingerly take sip. 

You can feel Paige’s eyes on you, watching you sip from her drink. You somehow find the courage to meet those eyes, hoping to God your lashes fan out just right as your gazes connect.

“Hm.” You mumble as your lips part from the drink, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you hold her stare. “Virgin after all. I’m surprised.” 

Without another word she brings her drink back to her mouth, sipping on the straw like you’d never used it. Her eyes are somewhere else, clearly distracted from the earlier situation. 

You can’t help but feel an air of confidence wash over you at the fact that you’d made her slightly nervous.

"Not a drinker?" You ask, knowing damn well how drunk she gets post-win on her teammate's insta lives.

"Not tonight." Paige hums. "Early practice tomorrow morning."

"Uhuh." You raise an eyebrow, watching as her expression twists with slight annoyance.

"You say that a lot." She scoffs. "You sure you're not shitfaced?"

Suddenly something sparks in your gut. Maybe it's the way her brows furrow, or the way the bonfire-flame-light flickers against her pale skin. You feel adrenaline, or maybe you just feel want.

"I guess I am." You hum, intentionally flitting your eyes from her face to her drink. "Guess I should follow your example, huh."

"What drink was that?" You ask, licking your lips subtly and hoping her gaze catches that. "Need something to sober me up."

"Oh, I doubt this'll do shit." Paige chuckles, eyes amused and strong on you, unbreaking to the point where it might make you shiver.

You just sigh, smiling shyly at her. "Know anyone who will?"

Her brows furrow again, confused for a moment, before you can spy her moment of realization. The way she bites her bottom lip and shakes her head slightly is so cute.

"Sorry," she says, leaning over slightly, her lips almost touching the shell of your ear, "didn't hear you. What'd you say?"

Her breath on your skin, the way you can feel her smile against you. She's amused. On board with what you have in mind? You'll see---but she's definitely interested. You gain some confidence in the fact that you've got this star player in that position.

"I said," you hum, voice sweet, and a little worn from talking over blasting music and students around you, "I need someone who can sober me up."

You lean into her a bit more. The loose hair from her low bun tickles your cheek. "Got anyone in mind?" You murmer.

She parts from you then, and you're a little disappointed. One hand is in her sweatpants pocket, the other holding the rim of her drink. She swishes it around, cocks her head, her eyes move up and down you.

She's not denying you, you realize. She's considering.

Then there's a bit of a step forward, closer than she already is. You know you're asking a lot, for her to do anything with you in public like this is a risk. You can see her think it too, the way she looks around at the drunken kids surrounding the two of you.

Finally, a shy hand slips from her pocket and meets the fabric of whatever skimpy top you've decided to wear out tonight. She toys with it, her fingers slightly tickling the skin of your waist in the process, before she leans into you again.

"How much sobering up do you need?" She hums, her voice says she couldn't care less, but you know that's not the case.

You're hot. Tipsy, voice raspy, clothes flattering. It's warm, the fire-light flickers against your body. You hold her eyes when they meet yours, you watch her lips as they move.

She's not saying no, she's asking you how much, and for how long.

You ignore her original question, opting to answer the real one instead. "It'll be quick." You mumble half against her jaw, before sliding your hands to her face.

Her hand slots perfectly against the crook where your ribcage and hips melt, her lashes brush against your cheek. Her lips are full, she grins against your face like she's got it all. You know she does, you're happy to give anyways, after all you're getting what you want too.

The first is simple. Closed mouth, there and back. Her eyes open as she pulls back, her tongue darts over her plush lips. You taste of southern iced-tea and malt. She tastes like grenadine and sprite.

She leans back in, head titled. This one is different. Lips parted further, more smiles, tongue tickling the back of your lips. You open for her, she pulls back in the slightest before coming back for more.

This is a real kiss. Her fingers grip your skin, you slide one hand to her chest, her tongue darts out, slow, languid. You shiver, you feel this one soak you. She likes your bottom lip, she likes some push and pull, pulling you by the waist, one leg half-lodged between your two.

You head is swimming---maybe you are drunk. Maybe she's that good. Suddenly you're happy you drank, ecstatic even. You pull away from her after what feels like ages and not long enough. Your lips pop as she breaks from you. Her mouth stays parted, glistening a little around the corners. Her eyes are crescents, sleepy, fucked-out. Your favourite expression on her yet.

You bring your hand to your face, letting your thumb wipe whats left of her from your lips. She was sloppy, you were desperate. You want to see what else she can do.

Her eyes dart around nervously, shoulders relaxing when she realizes nobody is paying attention. Then her eyes settle behind you.

It's your friend---the actual drunk one, and she's got her arm around some tall guy with a drink in his hand, red-faced and half-plastered himself.

"I found your ride home." She winks, pointing at him, then his crotch with a wink and a few mouthed-words that you can't help but cringe from.

You turn back around, wondering what kind of face Paige might be making at the sight of this dude. Wondering if she'd be willing to take you away instead. Maybe show you how else she can sober you up.

You turn, but she's not there. All that's left is that taste of grenadine, dampness in your panties, and the crackling fire.