#paige bueckers x fem!reader

[slutzforbueckers]

anything with paige taking the strap, gentle though

something new- p.b x fem!reader

pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

warnings: smut

synopsis: paige had mentioned wanting to try the strap and the day has finally come.

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“i shouldn’t have brought it up.” paige back and forth in front of the bed, shaking her head as she looked down at the purple strap in her hands. earlier in the week paige had came to you and said she wanted to try the strap for the first time, she wanted you to use it on her. of course, she was embarrassed the entire time the words spilled from her mouth.

you were down almost immediately, you had wanted to strap her before but never brought it up because you were scared she wouldn't want to. so, naturally, it was a shock to you when she asked but you quickly got over the shock and agreed.

you had asked if she wanted to try it that night but she said she wanted to have time to mentally prepare. you would wait as long as she needed and that's what you did, you told her that it was completely up to her.

"you know, we don't have to do this if you don't want to anymore." you stood up and gently grabbed her shirt, making her stand in front of you. you took the strap out of her hands and tossed it onto the bed before reaching up and grabbing her face between your hands, making her look at you. "this is still completely up to you."

paige took a deep breath and nodded her head, her arms relaxing by her side. you stepped froward until the tips of your toes were touching and captured her lips with yours in a soft kiss. paige couldn't help but to melt into you as your lips moved against hers. her hands reached out to grab at your shirt, as if she needed to ground herself.

you sighed in relief when you felt her melt into you, you had her right where you wanted her. you slid your right hand down her jaw and wrapped it around her throat, your left hand moving down to grab her waist. paige moaned as you ran your tongue over her bottom lip before pushing it into her mouth.

you turned her around and walked her back to the bed, keeping your lips connected as she slowly sat down. paige pulled away from your lips and moved further up the bed, you crawled onto the bed and spread her legs a bit so you could rest between them. you leaned down and pressed your lips against hers again, your hands toying with the bottom of her shirt for a moment before you pushed your hands under it.

your fingers ghosted over her skin, sending shivers through the blondes spine, you huffed a breath into her mouth when your hands ran over her tits just to find that she didn't have a bra on. paige's eyebrows furrowed when you started to kiss down her jaw and gently tug at her hardened nipples.

"i want it. fuck- please." she moaned, feeling your tongue run over the spot you had just sucked. her fingers dug into your sides with how tight her grip on you was. you lifted your head to look her in the eyes to make sure she was sure, your eyes roamed over her face. paige nodded her head to confirm that she was sure.

you immediately sat up on your knees and started to rip her clothes off her body. you pulled her shirt over her head and threw it over your shoulder. she lifted her hips off the bed to aid in you pulling her shorts and boxers off.

once she was fully undressed you took a moment to admire her body, reaching out and tracing your fingertips over her abs. a blush creeped over her body, coating her face in a soft red, as she fought the urge to cover herself. she had been naked in front of you before, but she was always the one on top looking down at you, not the other way around.

“so pretty, baby.” you leaned back down to kiss her lips again, one hand holding yourself up and the other closing around her neck gently. paige reached between you and started to unbutton your pants, trying to find a way to push them down while still keeping her lips on yours.

“take ‘em off.” she finally broke away from your lips, getting annoyed with how many clothes you still had on. you chuckled and pressed a kiss to her cheek before getting off the bed and starting to take your clothes off. paige watched as you stripped down to your bra and panties, she reached beside her and h end the strap out to you.

her heart was nearly beating out of her chest as she watched you put on the strap, she never would’ve thought seeing you with it on, knowing you were going to fuck her with it, would turn her on. it did though, she rubbed her thighs together with a quiet groan. once you got the harness situated on your hips you moved back to being between her legs.

you pushed her knees apart and put her on display for your eyes. your eyes zeroed in on her glistening cunt. you bit down on your bottom lip and slid your hands up her thighs until you could use your thumbs to spread her folds, watching as her slick made a bridge between the two.

“fuck- your so wet.” you moaned, running your thumb through her slit and smearing her slick on her clit. paige jolted when you started to rub small but quick circles on her clit, letting out a ragged breath. you took your hand away and ran it up her body, reaching her lips and gently prodding at her lips with your middle and ring finger.

paige wrapped her hand around your wrist as she took your fingers in her mouth. she held eye contact with you the entire time she drenched your fingers in her saliva. your lips parted with a sigh and you couldn’t help but to push your fingers a little further down her throat, just to make her gag. it was a sight to be seen, truly, the way her hair was sprawled out around her head, the way her pink lips wrapped around your fingers, her skin a shade a red, she was beautiful.

looking at her made you want to ruin her in all the ways she’d let you. you wanted to make her cry from how good she felt, you wanted to mark her pale skin with purple bruises, you wanted to make her forget about everything but you. one day you planned on doing that and more, but for now you’d take it slow. you’ll be gentle with her and tell her how pretty she looked, how well she was taking you.

you pulled your fingers from her mouth with a ‘pop’ and turned your attention back to her pussy. your fingers slid into her with ease, her wetness and spit combined made it easy to fuck into her with little to no resistance. your eyes were trained on watching your fingers in her, the sound of a gasp followed by a whine of your name is what has you looking away from her cunt.

“need more, please.” paige groaned, grabbing at your waist trying to pull you closer. you hummed and pulled your fingers out of her, to which she let out a whine of protest.

“what do you need, baby?” you asked her, rubbing the wetness that had accumulated on your fingers onto the length of the strap. paige sat up on her elbows so she could watch you stroke the strap. she had done the same thing to you multiple times before but now seeing you do it and has with done to her and her stomach doing flips.

“need you to fuck me.” she mumbled, wrapped her legs around you and pulling you into her. you could’ve teased her, made her beg for you, but you decided that you would save that for next time. you leaned down and kissed her, taking her mind off the anticipation of the tip of your strap nudging at her entrance.

once you figured she was distracted enough you started to slowly push your hips forward, the tip of your cock slipping into her. paige broke away from your lips with a gasp, her hand grabbing at your shoulder as she tried to get used to the feeling. you looked down at her flushed face and paused your movements, you could feel her body tensing back up.

“just relax, can you do that for me?” you spoke to her in a soft and gentle tone, rubbing your thumb over her cheek soothingly. paige took a deep breath and bit her bottom lip, she closed her eyes and took a few breaths to calm herself. you pressed your lips to her cheek and worked your way down her jaw, you didn't move again until she gave the okay that she was ready.

eventually, it didn't hurt anymore and she was enjoying every second of it. you loved the way her moans got high pitched when you pulled your hips back and thrust in, hitting a spot deep inside she had never felt before.

“right there—oh my fuck—“ paige whined, her eyes squeezing shut and her arms wrapping around your body. you winced slightly at the feeling of her nails digging into your skin, getting to hear her moan your name was worth the pain of her breaking skin. “don’t stop, ple-please don’t stop!”

“you’re doing so good for me, m’not gonna stop.” you picked up the pace of your thrust and reached between you to toy with her clit. paige’s hips jerked up with a moan that was a bit too loud. you weren’t sure that you cared if her roommates heard but you knew she’d be embarrassed at the looks they would give her the next day so you quickly pressed your lips against hers to muffle some of her noises.

you could hear how wet she was and it was driving you crazy. you hadn’t heard her sound this loud in the entirety of your relationship, but for once she was on the receiving end of it all. you didn’t leave her hanging all of the time, you weren’t a pillow princess per se but getting to fuck her like this made you realize you wanted to make her feel this good more often.

“m’so close.” she gasped for air, her legs had gone limp spread out for you as she started to succumb to the pleasure. you sat up straight so you could watch the point where you met. biting down on your bottom lip, you almost moaned at the sight of her sucking you in. you ran your thumb through her slick and smeared it over her clit, rubbing quick circles.

“cum for me. let me feel you cum, paige.” you tore your eyes away from her cunt to watch her face as she started to cum, her eyebrows furrowed and her lips parted. you imagined you could feel the way her walls tightened and the way she got so much wetter as her orgasm rushed through her body.

you helped her ride out her high and only stopped when her thighs started to twitch in overstimulation and she tried to close them around your hips. you took ahold of the base of the dick snd started to pull your hips back. paige let out soft whimpers as you pulled out, whining at the feeling of being empty.

“oh my gosh.” she breathed out, reaching up and covering her face with her hands. she could feel her cum on her thighs and her body flushed in embarrassment.

“don’t be embarrassed, p. you took it so good.” you ran your hands up her arms and pulled her hands from her face. you had never seen her look so fucked out before and you were loving it. paige rolled her eyes, with a smile on her face, and you could tell her high was fading and she was going back to being herself.

“bro…” she met your eyes and her tongue darted out to wet her lips. you shook your head and got off the bed, taking off the strap and putting it aside so you could clean it later.

“don’t bro me. you loved every second of it, don’t lie.” you laughed, shaking your head as you got back on the bed. paige opened her arms for you to lay in and you gladly accepted.

“you’re right, i did love it.”

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taglist: @jnkbueckers

a/n: didn’t know how to end this and my writing is ass lately for some reason, sorry!!

[cosmopretty]

Paige Bueckers X Fem

synopsis: After a bad game Paige comes home and needs a way to get her anger out and it always helps by fucking you

warnings: smut, nsfw

Tonight was a big night for Paige she had home game, sadly you couldn't make it because you were helping one of your friends go through her breakup. Paige said she understood I mean you went to almost every one of her games she called you "Her good luck charm" because she felt like you were one of the reasons she could win. It wasn't real, it was her talent and hard work that helped UConn win, but regardless she gave you credit.

Instead of watching the game on the TV like you said you would, your friend wanted to watch The Titanic, rolling your eyes you agreed. By the time Paige comes home your friend was long gone, back to her dorm.

Laying down on the bed you flinch hearing the dorm slam shut, getting up you walk over to Paige only to see her with her hand in her hands on the counter. Confused you walk up to her slowly "Paige? Honey are you okay?" you ask her quietly not wanting to upset her further.

She pushes her self off the counter and stands to her full height, her six foot tall frame towering over you "I lost the fucking game, missed the last shot. It was all my fault" she says almost yelling at you.

"Oh Paige- you know-" Before you can finish your sentence she interrupted you "You wanna help me feel better?" she asks you walking closer to you, her hand coming down to hold your hip.

She squeezes the flesh "Of course Paige" you answer her almost immediately.

The tall girl smirks "Then go lay down on our bed naked and wait for me" she says leaning down to kiss the side of your neck before abruptly letting go of you.

Walking away from your you start to take you shirt off as you walk away, your back to her.

Once you get back into your room you strip of the the rest of your clothes. This wasn't the first time Paige came home angry just to fuck the shit out of you.

Before you can even sit down Paige storms in pushing you down on the bed and climbing on top of you. She flips you both over so she’s straddling your waist.

Immediately your body submits to her even if you didn't want to. She knew how to push your buttons and make you hers. After all you were her girl.

"You're my good luck charm and you weren't there, maybe if you were we could have won" She says her hand moving down to your core, rubbing her fingers through your folds.

Before you can even think to reply to her words she shoves two of her long veiny fingers inside of you. Without giving you time to adjust she starts pumping them in and out of you roughly.

Your legs try and squeeze shut but her hand stays between them fucking you. Staring up at Paige as you whine "Fuck P-Paige" you whimper.

The feeling of her fingers abusing your walls so roughly made your stomach tighten, you knew you weren't going to last long. Her voice snaps you out of your thoughts "Come on and cum for me baby" she encourages you her thumb coming to rub your clit.

The sensations of her attack on your clit and fingers pumping into you caused your stomach to tighten so hard you came crashing down on her fingers "FUCK PAIGE" you moan loudly your cum coating her fingers, dripping down.

She smirks sliding her fingers out of your hole before pushing them between her lips, sucking your juices off. Her eyes lock on yours as you watch her suck your cum off of her fingers "Your so hot Paige" you admit accidentally out loud.

The blonde smirks pulting her fingers out of her mouth "I know" she says getting off of the bed and stripping of her clothes. Once she's fully naked she stares at you while she starts harnessing the strap to her hips. You knew you were in for it, she wasn't stopping until she was done, it didn't matter how many times you came.

Paige climbs back on top of your rubbing the strap though your folds collecting your slick

"How bout you ride me baby? Show me you're a good girl and maybe I'll be nice" she tells you flipping you both over so you're straddling her waist. Her back leans against the headboard as her hands hold your waist squeezing the flesh "Go on baby give me a show" she commands pushing you up to hover over her strap.

You slowly push yourself down the strap before falling all the way down, your jaw falling slack as the long strap pushes through your hole into your gummy walls.

She smirks moving your hips with her big hands pushing you up and down on her strap “Such a pretty girl” she whispers her head dipping down into your neck.

Her mouth leaves warm open mouthed kisses down your neck as her strap pushes through your gummy walls. You moan your head dipping back “God P- Paige fuck-“ you whine as she starts sucking on your sweet spot.

“You gonna cum baby” She asks you kissing behind your ear as her hands help speed you up.

Your hands squeeze her shoulders as you nod feeling your stomach tighten “Yes please let me cum P” you beg her. Your hips grind down harder on her strap as it hits your G spot.

Her blue eyes bore into yours “Okay princess go on cum for me” she demands her hands squeezing the soft skin of your hips. Her hips jerk up thrust the strap deeper inside you as she helps you cum.

“F-fuck fuck” You moan pulling Paige into a kiss as you feel your stomach snap and let go, cumming all over her strap.

Paiges lips muffle your moans as she helps you ride out your high. She pulls away from the kiss and embarrassing string of saliva between you both.

You stare at her out of breath the strap still inside you “Your so pretty, all fucked out for me” Paige whispers one of her hands moving up your body to push some hair behind your ear.

“Too bad I’m gonna ruin you” She mumbles flipping you over onto your back faster than you can even think.

You stare at her confused about to say something before she interrupts you “Don’t look at me like that baby, ready for round two?” She asks smirking.

A/N: THE BITCH IS BACKK!!!!

DID YOU MISS ME? I MISSED YALL

[bdbueckers]

ballin' | p.b

"bet i get you wet now, bet i make you sweat now"

pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

warnings: smut, fluff, them being down bad for one another, jealousy(?), fingering, thigh riding, a little dirty talk, i think that's all lmao

word count: 4k-ish (sorry i'm a sucker for pwp)

summary: you and your beautiful girlfriend finally have the time to dedicate a night out to yourselves...or something like that.

author’s note: hi! this is my first fic about paige and it's been marinating for a while but ima stop acting scary and let y'all have it. this could technically read as a part 1...i have more written but it was getting pretty long so i found that the ending on this was a good stopping point. but, let me know if y'all want the rest! i tried my best to proof read so if i missed anything i'm giving it to god. enjoy! (if you hate it don't tell me)

date night was always long awaited for you and paige. between school for the both of you and the season underway for her, there was little time to dedicate to yourselves for something like a dinner reservation. undoubtedly it was understood that making time for one another was necessary and of course it came in many other forms, but this, an entire night to yourselves to do anything your hearts desired was so hard to squeeze in. until now.

excitedly texting your friends with your final outfit choice and starting your makeup way before you even needed to so it could be perfect, you were more than ready to get out of the house. paige had stepped out a bit ago to “get gas” and you anticipated at the very least being ready before she got back. you hadn’t seen her before she left with you cooped up in front of your vanity getting ready, but you could only assume that she looked as gorgeous as always.

finalizing your makeup with a lip combo you scurried to the closet where your dress hung. a backless halter neck mini dress, simple in your eyes. of course you loved it enough to wear it out, but not as much as paige loved it on you. the first time you tried it on for her some time ago you could’ve sworn you saw her drool a bit. her eyes immediately blown out, a smirk painting her lips as she tried to get her hands on you. there was no denying that it quickly became one of her favorite things she had ever seen you in so it was perfect for tonight.

you slipped into the dress, grabbing shoes to match and spritzed some perfume on before attempting to get some pictures to post later. before you could get more than a few flicks of yourself in the mirror you heard the jingle of keys unlocking the door. giggling in the mirror like a schoolgirl, you do a once over of yourself and walk out of your room to meet paige at the door.

when you see her you feel your heart skip a beat and you honestly have to resist the urge to moan a little. she’s got on some mascara to make her eyes pop, her hair falling over her shoulders in waves. she’s dressed in a short sleeved button down and a crop top that fits her frame perfectly. her jeans sit on her hips in just the right spot to show off her toned abdomen and her newest pair of sneakers. oh, and of course all of her jewelry catches the light perfectly.

to finish the look off she holds a bouquet of roses.

you don’t know if you want to giggle, cry, or drop to your knees to give her some of the best head she's ever known in her 23 years of life.

“baby, what’s with these?” you break the silence, creeping towards her with the biggest smile on your face. she extends an arm to wrap around your waist pulling you in for a hug after handing you the flowers.

“just a lil sumn for my princess. you knew i wasn’t gonna step to you empty handed, when have i ever?” she taunts, placing a kiss on the crown of your head as you pull back from the hug, quickly placing another right on your lips.

the kiss is sweet, just a peck at first. but when you both lean in for another you can’t help but slowly slide your flower free hand up the front of her body to then rest on the back of her neck. moaning into the kiss when you feel her tongue slide between your lips to meet your own, you feel warmth flood the pit of your stomach. her hands are low on your waist, one making its way to your ass causing you to gasp a bit as she smirks into the kiss.

you pull back first, holding eye contact with your girlfriend as she is very clearly stifling a laugh.

“thank you for the flowers paige, they’re beautiful” you whisper into the few centimeters of space between your lips and hers, your eyes glossed over as you look up at her.

“beautiful like you baby. it was only fitting.” she replies with a wink as you reluctantly pull away, still holding onto paige at the waistband of her pants.

“you’re so corny.” you mutter, still a little wrapped up in the kiss

“and you’re clearly in love with that," she retorts, "but you really do look beautiful baby, do a spin for me?" her voice a little lower this time, dropping one of her hands down to grab your own waiting for you to oblige, and of course you do.

she lets out a whistle, hissing after it. clearly you've got her right where you want her and this dress was a great choice.

"let's get out of here while we still can because part of me wants to bend you over right here and say fuck the dinner."

"paige!" you say with a giggle, finally separating yourself from her to grab your purse and phone.

she's waiting for you at the door with the goofiest smile on her face as you manage to pass her and make your way to the car without another word. she opens the door for you and waits for you to situate yourself inside before closing it and walking around to her side.

while she’s getting in the car you can’t help but stare. she always looked good, that was a no brainer. but maybe it was the thought of having her all to yourself tonight that had your mind going crazy. you’re analyzing her from head to toe several times over before you realize you’re squeezing your thighs together for some sort of relief. she stops at a red light, almost feeling your eyes on the side of her head before she turns to you.

“what are you staring at?” she asks with the raise of an eyebrow, making direct eye contact with you.

your mouth is still agape for a second before you can figure out something to say.

“you. you look good. i mean, you always do but right now i’m just thinking about how i have you all to myself tonight.” you respond, looking away from her as the light turns green.

“wowww..you have such a way with words baby, thank you” she chuckles, placing a hand gingerly on your knee to squeeze. your eyes are on her hand as it creeps up your leg until it’s on your thigh, heavy and now partially under your dress. she never takes her eyes off the road but you know she can feel the heat radiating off of you.

you don’t even realize you're at the restaurant until the car stops and is put into park. her hand is gone before you can process anything at all and she is out of the driver's seat and on the way to retrieve you from your spot in the passenger seat. she sweetly grabs your hand, basically dragging you from your dirty thoughts.

dinner is officially the farthest thing from your mind right now.

the restaurant is perfect. it’s dimly lit and not too crowded, a hostess greets you at the front.

as paige gives a name for your reservation you catch her eyes drifting over your girlfriend’s frame more than once. of course to your understanding paige is paying her no mind but her staring is becoming a problem and you have yet to even watch her pull up said reservation.

you clear your throat once and you assume she takes a hint. her cheeks flush before she mutters a quick,

”right this way.”

as you follow behind her and are led to a table you feel paige’s lips next to your ear, “if you can behave so we can enjoy ourselves here, then we can enjoy each other even more when we get home.”

scoffing, you place your hand over hers that’s resting on your hip, “yeah well as long as she gets it together i’ll have no problem behaving.” you turn your head and respond hastily without losing stride.

you’re sat at a table and quickly order a glass of wine before you can gauge the entire menu, almost opting for the entire bottle.

the situation with the hostess is nearly forgotten, as you and paige start a bit of small talk about how school and work are for you and how the season is going for her. how you’ve been managing a balance of things and how she’s been getting along with new teammates and such. then you catch another glance of the woman from earlier out of the corner of your eye and your thoughts are scattered. you hadn’t intended to snap, whether it had been at her or at paige. your girlfriend was always being watched, sought after, talked to. she’s paige bueckers, of course people would stare. at the end of the day you were the only person that mattered to her and she had made that abundantly clear since the first day you'd met.

it’s not a big deal. paige seems fine, just leave it be.

“what’s goin’ on in that pretty little head of yours?” your thoughts are once again interrupted.

you hadn’t even realized you’d be thinking about this shit for that long. paige had finished her story about what happened at practice and just watched your mind wander off for god knows how long.

“sorry baby, i didn’t mean to zone out," you pause before continuing, figuring that there was no point in trying to lie.

"i just wanted to make sure you knew that earlier i wasn’t upset or anything. i did get a little snappy but i'm sorry, it’s not a big deal.” you ramble, looking off to the side at the end of your sentence to avoid her eyes.

“baby, it’s okay if it did bother you. but you know i’m not worried about anybody except you, right?” she starts, reaching across the table to grab your hand.

“of course. i’m okay babe don’t worry, i’m sorry for even bringing it up, tonight is about us and us only.” you respond, interlocking your fingers with hers and bringing her hand to your lips.

“you know you can bring up anything to me at any given time. that’s what relationships are about,” your gaze softens even more as you nod.

her voice drops a bit lower ensuring that only the two of you can hear, “and to dead any of your concerns i wasn’t even aware that i was being looked at until you said something, i was too focused on how good your looks ass in that dress and thinking about what i’m gonna do to you when i finally get you out of it.” she finishes.

you close your mouth, forgetting whatever snarky reply you'd been thinking of as heat creeps up your neck. both of your eyebrows raise in minimal shock. her expression immediately mimics yours before she can continue.

“you thought you could walk out of the house in that and i wouldn’t immediately be itching to take it off of you?” paige says, gaze drifting down towards your cleavage before finding your eyes again.

“no. that was the plan.” you say, raising your second glass of wine to your lips your tone a bit sultry.

“perfect.” she responds, before your moment is interrupted with your food finally arriving

the previous conversation is long gone as you dive nose first into your plate of pasta and also another story from paige about the team and their silly competitive games after practice. the rest of dinner went exactly how you’d hoped. no interruptions. just you and your beautiful baby over a nice meal and a little conversation.

two more glasses of wine down and you’re just as tipsy as could be. you’re focused on what paige is saying until you're not. your eyes momentarily find her lips the way they move while she’s speaking, how she occasionally licks them between a sentence or two before continuing, the heat between your legs quick to return.

you’re waiting for the bill when you get an idea. uncrossing your legs and extending your right one until the toe of your pump is met with her calf, you watch her facial expression falter. you sensually drag your foot up and down until she stops talking.

“didn’t i say behave?”

“baby, i don’t know what you’re talking about?” you taunt nonchalantly.

she notices what you’re trying to do and decides to play your game.

after placing her card down with the bill she's reaching towards your ankle that is now near her knee. her touch gentle, causing goosebumps to arise on the freshly shaved skin of your legs. nodding to the waiter that grabs the check, her attention is back on you. holding piercing eye contact with you she lightly draws foreign shapes on the parts of your outstrechted leg that she can reach.

"alright, that's enough." you say lowly with a playful roll of your eyes, attempting to pull your leg back down to the ground. she quickly strengthens her hold on you, raising her brow again.

"is it?"

before either of you can say anything else the waiter comes back with the check and a receipt, you use the shift of paige's attention to return your foot to the ground.

she scribbles down a signature and tip before quickly making her way to her feet, waiting for you to stand. taking your hand in her own she leads you out of the restaurant and to the car.

before she opens the door for you she mounts you to it with a hand on your hip, towering over you. you reach out to bring her head down to your own until you’re eye level.

“i want you so bad,” you almost moan, taking her free hand in your own and sighing desperately when she leans back standing at her full height.

“i can tell baby, you can’t keep your hands to yourself.” she responds, placing one of her legs between both of yours, smirking when your head falls back against the car door.

paige chuckles a bit before pulling your body towards hers so she can open the door and get you into the car.

the car ride back is comfortable. full of tension, but comfortable nonetheless. paige’s hand back on your thigh, you’re still tipsy as hell, taking photos and videos of yourself to distract from the throbbing between your legs.

when you get home you can’t even wait for paige to open the door for you before you’re out of the car and on the way your front door.

“hey, you know i don’t like when you do that.” she calls out from behind you with a frown as you’re trying to force your keys in the lock, fumbling a bit when you feel her body heat behind you. she cages you in, quick to press her front into your back placing hot kisses onto your neck as her hands are feeling you up.

you finally unlock the door and let yourselves in, careful not to disconnect yourself from paige. she shuts and locks the door behind you both.

“okay let’s make a deal, i’ll never open the car door for myself again if we have sex right now.” you say, throwing your purse and keys to the side as you turn in her arms to face her.

“deal,” she groans as her hands make their way underneath your dress, just to discover that the entire night you’ve been prancing around with no panties on.

“surpriseeee.” you drag out in a whisper leaving sloppy kisses all over her skin that’s gradually exposed as her shirt starts to fall off her shoulders.

she places one hand on your neck forcing your lips onto hers. it’s messy but clearly neither of your care. soon you’re backed against a wall. her other hand slides up your leg and under your dress, two fingers firmly pressed to your clit causing your jaw to fall open in a silent moan.

“should i fuck you right here? you just couldn’t wait to have me, maybe i bend you over now? hmm?” she mutters against your lips, applying more pressure to your cunt slowly tracing figure eights there until she feels more of your arousal leave you and leak into the palm of her hand.

“whatever you want—fuck, just do something..please” you pant, groaning as you feel two of her slender fingers enter you like clockwork. you’ve been wet since you laid eyes on her three hours ago and now several wine glasses deep you can’t help but feel like you’re already about to cum.

the moan you let out sounds borderline pornographic.

“miss impatient...you look so pretty like this baby. i’ve barely done anything and you’re gushing into my hand.”

“mmh–only get like this for you”

“i know. but you’re gonna ruin your pretty dress. the dress you wore all for me huh? just couldn't wait to have all of my attention?” she rasps into your ear, almost in a mocking tone while her fingers pump into you skillfully.

“yes baby, all for you– FUCK!” you try to keep up but she quickly curls her fingers inside of you, hitting that spongy spot almost immediately.

“we’re just getting started, you gonna cum already?”

paige teases, watching your eyes roll back and your mouth open in a silent moan while she speeds up the thrusts of her fingers if humanly possible.

“mmm—i’ve w-wanted you since you walked in here holding fucking flowers.”

“i know mama”

“please baby, don't stop i’m so close” you let out in a string of whines, hand grabbing onto her shoulder for support as you hook your leg around her hip.

“let go, make a mess on me baby you know that’s what i want.” she whispers, messily mouthing your nipples through your dress, licking a line up the valley of your chest to the underside of your jaw, leaving a wet kiss there.

“FUCK PAIGE–“ you manage to let out before you feel that familiar warmth in the pit of your stomach and your eyes starting to roll back into your head.

“i know baby, i know” she shushes you.

your first orgasm of the night crashes over embarrassingly quick. you’re rambling words that don’t even make any sense, them falling deaf to your ears. paige is with you the entire time you ride out your high, leaving hot kisses over any inch of exposed skin her lips can find and whispering praise into your ear.

there’s a heartbeat worth of silence and then you pry your eyes open and almost cum again when you catch sight of your girlfriend. her lips puffy from all the kissing, a slight sheen of sweat across her face and chest, and her eyes hazy.

your eyes drift down to the few fingers that were just inside you and in record speed you reach down to bring them up to your own lips, tasting yourself.

paige lets out a groan, her head lulling to the side as she watches you intently as you carefully suck your release from each of her fingers.

before you can think of anything to say she’s got both her hands under you as she lifts you up. you let out a yelp and a slight giggle, still spent from how hard you came.

paige carries you up the stairs and to your bedroom before placing you on the bed. as she stands over you and begins taking off your heels for you there’s a glint in her eyes.

“you’re really beautiful, you know that?” you mutter softly, never breaking eye contact as she throws your shoes aside and leans down, both her hands on the sides of your head, chain catching your eye as it dangles directly in front of your face.

“have you seen yourself? i had to try real hard not to lay you down in the backseat before we came home.“

taking her by surprise you wrap your legs around her and flip the two of you until you’re sat atop her lap, one of her thighs between yours. she’s got a look of shock on her face but one of her hands immediately lands on your thigh, the other resting on your hip.

“you’re wearing too many clothes paige..” you whisper, starting to peel her shirt off her arms completely. you sigh when the only thing separating her upper half from your view is a teenie black crop top.

you lean down for a kiss, using two fingers to pinch one of her nipples. you take charge, your head turned slightly to the side as your tongue slides between her lips. she moans into your mouth as her hand comes down hard on your ass grabbing a handful of the same spot that she smacked. it's your turn to moan.

you don’t even realize the way that you’ve begun grinding down against the rough denim of her jeans. she immediately noticed, helping you guide your hips over her flexed thigh as you whimper pathetically. your head thrown back.

"look at you baby. just using me to get yourself off, so fucked out you can barely hold your head up," paige utters.

ironically enough this makes you bring your head up and lock eyes with her again, a slight smirk on your lips. using every little bit of composure you have left you slow the motions of your hips.

“paige, earlier when i said it didn’t matter that you were being eye fucked by that hostess i lied. honestly…i was a little pissed at first. but then i thought about how i’d have you under me just like this at the end of the night.”

you change the angle of your other leg so your knee is placed right against her clit, then you start rocking back and forth with a little more intent, determined to get her off like this.

“fuck,” paige hisses, her head thrown back into the pillows. sucking on one of her fingers she pulls the top of your dress to the side to play with your tits.

you whine and bite your lip, holding eye contact with her as she’s fondling you.

“now i just wanna fuck you until i pass out. because nobody else will ever get the chance.”

“fuck" she groans, "baby nothing is stopping you."

this flips a switch in your head. placing your hand over hers that was on your tit you lean down to kiss her, never stopping your knees assault on her bundle of nerves. at this point you’re both a little spent, paige whimpering against your lips as she gets closer to her release.

“you gonna cum for me paige? you wanna give me that? i waited for this all night” you pant into her mouth, your own clit too sensitive by now from your previous orgasm.

“yes—f-fuck, i’m so close baby. you’re riding me so good i could cum just looking at you”

knowing that even when she was on the edge of her own orgasm she would never rob you of some praise pushes you closer to your own release.

freezing for a second you bring two fingers up to your lips and wet them as she watches. finally unzipping her pants and slipping your hand into her underwear you press onto her clit firmly, making tight circles shortly after.

"you're so wet baby...i guess you really do love this dress?" you tease, her head immediately thrown back into the pillows underneath her.

“shit—babe, i’m gonna cum” paige rasps out, not expecting to feel your fingers.

“give it to me. please?” you whisper in her ear.

she loses it. her chest heaving, legs moving underneath you. her hands tight in their gasps on your hips as she grinds up into your fingers, chasing the rest of her high. you leave hot kisses on her neck, sucking on her ear just a little until you feel her breathing become even underneath you.

you pull back to check on her and see she’s already looking at you.

“we're not even close to done. strip.”

[luvzpagie]

DOE EYES — P.B

you eyes immediately caught paige’s attention the first time she saw you, the way you looked up at her made her knees instantly weak.

batting your lashes as your smile gleamed in the light, paige couldn’t help but lick her lips. she already craved the taste of you, she needed you right then and there.

“baby pleasee” your glossy lips formed a pout, you had been begging paige to take you to some new random sanrio store a couple minutes away.

the blonde girl ignored you, you huffed as you straddle her lap. you grabbed her phone from out her hands and leaned in, putting you eyes to work. giving her the look she loved oh so much.

“pleaseee” you beg once more. you grabbed her chin, acrylics softly scratching her face.

“yo, chillll” blush crept onto your girlfriend’s face, her smile wide as can be. paige leaned in for a kiss but your hand stopped in front of her face.

“nope! you can’t get a kiss until you take me to the place” paige sighed hard, eventually giving in.

“fine, now gimme my fuckin kiss”

your back was against the sink, your legs spread apart. you were dragged to the bathroom, the music of the party slowly dying down as you got closer.

you grip onto the sink as paige slid her digits into you, your arousal coating her fingers. your mouth slightly opens, her actions were slow.

your breaths are heavier, your pussy throbs around her fingers. your legs unconsciously spread wider.

“paigey- fuck- s’good” her fingers stretched you out almost splitting you in half. your eyes shut as paige curls her fingers, hitting a new spot.

“oh my gosh!” gasps came jumping out of your mouth, your grip on the sink almost cracked it.

“need you to look at me baby” paige whispered, your eyes opened close to closing again.

you look at the tall girl, whose eyes were already on you. your eyes twinkle with neediness, you wanted more. your head falling back as paige speeds up.

“eyes on me, pretty girl” she lightly taps your cheek, you try to blink some of your consciousness back. paige’s free hand grasped around your neck, as you stare into her eyes.

“i fuckin’ love when you look at me like that.” she grunted

note: IM BACKKK did y’all miss me 😚

[yailtsv]

pls do pazzi x gf!reader!!! maybe one where they’re jealous

💕

Jealous Jealous Girl - p.b & a.f

💌 Syn: some guy hits on you at their game against St. John’s and they get jealous

»»— warnings: poly!!, jealous!P, jealous!A, overprotectiveness, sexual innuendos, sexual flirting

»»— note: I loved writing this lmao

»»— word count: 1.5k

»»— pair: pazzi x gf!reader

“Do you know where my mascara is?” You ask your roommate after you have already done everything else makeup wise

“Yeah, here” she says walking into your room and handing it to you “thank you” you say taking it from her

“Mhm, you almost ready? Jackson’s gonna come over once you leave.” She tells you, mentioning her boyfriend “Do I need to stay with Paige and Azzi tonight?”

“Um yeah if you don’t mind” she says sheepishly with a red face making you giggle “alright let me talk to them and pack a bag” you respond back making her nod and walk out of your room

Hey, can I stay the night at

one of your dorms?

D1 yapper 👅🗣️

Yeah, we were already gonna ask if you wanted to come over after the game. Jana and Allie are planning on going to Teds with a few of the girls, so we’re gonna hang out at my dorm.

Is there something wrong though?

No. Jamie’s gonna have her boyfriend

over and I would like to get some sleep tonight so…

D1 yapper 👅🗣️

🤣🤣 What makes you think you’re getting sleep with us?

Ummmm….😧😧

my princess👸🏽

Don’t break her before we can even see her today Paige.

D1 yapper 👅🗣️

What did I do? 😐 why can’t I flirt with our girl 😩

my princess 👸🏽

Maybe because everytime you flirt with her she becomes a red faced stuttering mess, and she still has to make it inside Carnesecca Arena, and walk past all of the fans that are probably gonna ask for pictures.

Umm should I just…leave this conversation 😃

D1 yapper 👅🗣️

Nope. When will you get to New York?

Im just now leaving my dorm so it’ll be a little bit.

Is there some place you want to meet up?

my princess 👸🏽

Wait outside the locker room when you get here

Read at 3:30pm by you &, D1 yapper 👅🗣️

Putting your phone down you go and grab your shoes putting them on, before grabbing everything you would need to stay the night with your girlfriends and walked out the door and to your car - driving to Carnesecca Arena

While walking in to Carnesecca, Azzi was right and you did have to stop a few times to take pictures with fans but eventually you made your way to the locker room and waited outside like you were told.

After around 10 minutes of scrolling on your phone you heard two voices that you knew extremely well, walking towards the locker room door.

“Hi baby” Azzi says walking out of the locker room and immediately pulling you into a hug once she saw you

“Hi Az, Hi P” you say giving both of them a hug and a kiss “how’s your day been?” Azzi asks twirling a strand of your hair around her finger while Paige still has her arms wrapped around your waist

“Good i ran some errands and did some homework. How was your guys days?” You ask as Paige bends her head down and starts kissing down your neck

“Fine we just went to the gym, had practice and relaxed until game time” Azzi says with both you and her completely ignoring Paige and her kissing

After a little bit of talking with them and or their teammates, it was time for you to go to your seat and for the girls to go warm up.

A little bit after the game started a guy sat next to you “is this seat taken?” He asked literally after he already sat down

“Um no?” You say skeptically making him smile at you and look like he’s about to say something but you turn your head and look back at the court to see Paige staring at you with an expression that you can’t place.

Once you and Paige made eye contact, she kept it until you looked away nervously from the intense contact, making her look over to Azzi and signal her to look at you - seeing exactly what Paige saw which was you talking to a guy that checked you out everytime you looked away- actually no, he didn’t stop checking you out since he saw you in the gym doorway and decided that he was gonna sit next to you.

“You know two of the uconn players are staring at you right?” he asked while shoving popcorn into his mouth “yup, i see them” you say pulling out your phone and acting like your busy “Do you know them?” He says not getting the hint that you don’t want to talk to him “Yeah” you say in a monotone voice

“How?” He asks but gets ignored as you pretended you didn’t hear him, and then Azzi shot a three pointer making you and everyone stand up and cheer

Once you sat back down you stayed looking at the court following your team up and down the court with your eyes, Paige and Azzi have been out for the last 4 minutes taking a break - through those 4 minutes they were staring hard at you and the guy next to you

“So how do you know the team?” he asks again rubbing his finger on your thigh to get your attention. You move your thigh away from his fingers but don’t turn your head to look at him - still watching the teams run back and forth “They’re my friends” you mumble out to him, not really wanting to talk to him at all but also being weary on what you say to the man as you don’t want him to cause a scene

“How’d you meet them? Can you get me their autograph babe? He asks putting his hand directly on your thigh not moving it when you try to push it off “We go to the same school and I’ll try but I can’t promise anything, they’re gonna be really tired after the game” you say completely lying about the trying to get their autograph part - Luckily Sarah gets another three making the perfect conversation stopper

From the UConn bench it looks like your talking to the guy willingly, he is so very obviously flirting and checking you out, your also avoiding eye contact with Paige and Azzi, and they can see his arm is reached out resting on your thigh. What they can’t see from the bench + you being in the middle of a section far from the UConn bench is the discomfort on your face, the way your moving your thigh and trying to get his hand off, the way your avoiding eye contact with him purposely and only focusing on the court.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer” Jana teases Paige and Azzi from the bench making both of them take their eyes off of you and turn to Jana glaring at her

“What? You both are over here staring at her like she’s prey and you’re the predator. She loves both of you, stop being jealous.” Jana tells them before looking back towards the court.

Paige and Azzi turn their heads to look at each other, communicating through their eyes before Geno tells them he’s subbing them back into the game.

After the game and line up all the fans started making their way out except for you and now your shadow “hey, let’s go get coffee or somethin. On me.” He says putting his hand on the small of your back

“Actually that’s not gonna happen.” Paige says coming from behind you and wrapping her arms around your waist pulling you into her chest and away from the guy. Azzi standing right beside her.

“Oh wait Paige, Azzi yooo you guys played awesome tonight.” He said holding his hand out to dap them up

Paige and Azzi both just looked at his hand then to his face making him realize they’re not gonna shake his hand, and he slowly puts his hand down

“Oh um alright. Well if you don’t mind I’m trying to ask this pretty girl out” he said trying to get Paige and Azzi to leave

“Actually we do mind” Azzi says sassily “she’s our girlfriend, she’s not available for you” Paige cuts in pulling you into her more

“Oh uhhh” the guy kinda has a shocked face not really knowing what to say or do “if YOU don’t mind, we’re gonna go and spend time with OUR girlfriend.” Paige says with her voice dripping in jealousy

Her nor Azzi gave him a chance to say anything more and just turned around guiding you in front of them, leaving the guy just standing there with his jaw dropped.

Paige and Azzi haven’t said anything since you guys left that guy on the stairs. They guided you to the locker room and to the car all in silence - the 2 1/2 hour car ride home was also silent.

Right when you guys reached the dormitory and made your way to Paige’s, Paige pushed you into the dorm with her and Azzi following you into the room. Paige leans over Azzi to shut and lock the door before turning around and looking you in the eye “Go to my bedroom, strip, and wait on the bed” Paige demands making you look at both of them and then slowly walk to her bedroom, already knowing how the nights gonna go

@melpthatsme @rebecca-woso

[munsonsfairy]

only have eyes for you 💍

author's note: request by @urantisocialgay <3. i accidentally deleted your ask when i finished the fic. thank goodness that it was saved somewhere else too!! anyways, thank you for your request!! i love weddings and proposals!! you can never annoy me with writing this au. 🥹🥹

content: so so much love.

word count: 1.5k

song: i only have eyes for you by the flamingos

wedding au. | fic inspiration. | proofread by: @katemartinis <3

The ring was perfect. It was a vintage style emerald cut signature solitaire with double claw and details on a 14k yellow gold band. All Paige could do was imagine your ring finger wearing it. She knew it was the one when she saw you admire it at the jewelry store.

Paige needed to take her chains and earrings to get cleaned. Your favorite thing to do was imagine what your engagement or wedding ring would look like. You always thought engagements, weddings, and all the planning involved were magical. Plus, wedding cake is always so yum.

One thing you made sure to always tell Paige is that you don't want to suspect you were getting engaged. You wanted to be completely surprised. Planning the proposal was not a breeze for her. Paige knew you better than anyone. She knew your favorite sunset was in San Diego. She remembers how you danced around in the sand and water that night.

To keep you oblivious, Paige surprised you with weekend getaway trip with your closest friends. Your friends were told to let you have all the fun you wanted. The day of the proposal was the last night of your trip, so all of you get ready for a nice dinner by the water. Well, at least that is what was supposed to be happening.

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Azzi called Paige panicking because you noticed your girlfriend's location was off which never happened before, and as an overthinker everything you could think of ran through your mind. You would call Paige, and her phone would go straight to voicemail. The thought of going out was the last thing you wanted to do.

"She's not budging! You need to call her if you want to be engaged by tonight." Azzi whispered loudly over the phone.

Paige sighs, "Okay, okay let me call her. Hopefully she can't figure out that I'm lying to her." She knew you were smart enough to piece everything together.

After so much convincing from Kayla, you were finally getting ready when she Facetimed. “Heard someone missed me,” she smiled teasing you.

You sigh starting to feel silly for worrying, “Mhmm. Did you forget to charge your phone again?”

While you were putting the finishing touches of your makeup, Paige was admiring you. She couldn’t stop staring and thinking about spending forever with you. A part of her couldn’t believe an angel like you could love her.

You look from your mirror back to your phone when you didn’t hear an answer from her. “You’re staring.”

“You’re so gorgeous.” You rolled your eyes playfully.

“Look who’s talking. Such a pretty girl with her bun and braids.”

Now it was your turn to make Paige shy making her cover her red face. "Yooo, I'm talking about you right now." She says with her face in her hands.

“Ughhhh, get a room!” You heard KK and Ice yelling from the phone.

Paige rolls her eyes and hears Kayla ask you if you’re ready. “Call me before bed, princess?”

The way she’s looking at you right now makes you want to melt. Your favorite feature of Paige was always her eyes.

“Now look who’s staring,” she laughed.

“Shh, I’ll call you before bed. Keep your phone charged!”

She laughed again, “Alright, alright. I love you, *kiss kiss*. Bye.”

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

You and your friends were all going to wear white to dinner. They thought it was a good idea to match to keep you from questioning anything. Before you left the room, you stood in front of the mirror to make sure everything was okay. For some reason you had a feeling you couldn’t describe. All day felt magical and dreamy.

The ride to the “restaurant” was filled with whispering and giggles. Kayla was documenting the whole trip with her camera, so it was no surprise to you when she leaned forward to the passenger seat and took a video with you.

Paige’s proposing went through your head just for a second. You don’t know why but your intuition is never wrong. All the pieces started coming together; the random planned trip, dress, & her being MIA all day? You started to feel a mix of excitement, happiness, & sadness. You always dreamed of this moment, but this meant a chapter of your life is closing. The last time you’ll be a girlfriend. The last time it’s just you. You closed your eyes and quietly said goodbye to this chapter of your life and to the little girl in you.

You took a deep breath and processed how surreal this is. The possibility of becoming a fiancé gives you goosebumps and butterflies. The girl you love with your whole heart could be waiting for you with a ring reading to give you, her heart.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

"Kayla just texted me letting us know they are about five minutes away." KK came running out of the house full of excitement as she should be since her and Nika introduced her to you, but that is a story for another time.

"Okay," Paige deeply sighed trying to release any worry and anxiety. She knows you love her and vice versa.

"She loves you, Paige. Everyone knows and sees it," Nika reassured and hugged her twin.

Tears welled up in Paige's eyes as she was hugging Nika. She laid her head on Nika’s shoulder squeezing her tight.

“Nah, you aren’t going to cry yet!” Paige laughed and finally felt all her nerves leave.

KK heard car doors slamming coming from the front of the house, "Okay, they're hear. Are you ready?" She asked Paige.

Paige nodded letting the two girls run back to the house to watch from inside. She took a deep breath and prayed a small prayer to release any doubt she felt.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

Instead of arriving to a restaurant as you thought, you were standing in front of a beautiful baby blue house. The front of the house was decorated with tickseeds, cosmos, and sunflowers. There was a white porch swing with pillows covered in seashells.

Your friends started walking through a garden gate that was to the right of the house. You gasped at the beautiful garden in front of you. For a moment, you thought you were in a fairytale storybook.

The further you walked you started seeing the beach. When you finally reached the middle of the garden, you saw Paige standing there surrounded by white roses. She was wearing a lace short sleeve shirt and shorts with blue adonis flowers. Her hair was in a bun with her two signature braids.

Kayla took all of your things and let you walk to your girlfriend while everyone else went inside. You felt like you were floating those 30 seconds you ran towards Paige. All the moments you thought this only happens in movies vanished. You pinched your finger to make sure you weren't dreaming. Nope this is real and ouch.

All the nerves and doubt were gone when Paige saw you standing in the garden. You looked like an angel in white surrounded with flowers. She swears she saw you glowing. Both of you were giggling and crying so much Paige almost forgot to ask you.

You ran into Paige’s arms, and she lifted you spinning you in a circle. The both of you couldn’t stop smiling and laughing. The love you had for each other radiated off you.

Paige put you down and grabbed both of your hands. She brought them to her lips and kissed both of your knuckles.

She squeezed your hands three times silently saying I love you. “They say when you know, you know, and I’m so glad I know. I can’t possibly describe how much I love you in a short time. You’re the light of my world and the stars of my universe. Every day I am so blessed to be loved someone as precious as you. I can’t imagine my life without you and your love. You’ve shown me how beautiful love is. I admire you and how strong and intelligent you are. I love the love we share and want to do it forever.”

Tears were rolling down your face as you looked into each other’s eyes. You and her laugh at how much of mess you both are. “Thank you for always showing me a love that is so magical. I never want to find it anywhere else. You show me a genuine adoration that I will forever cherish.”

Everything felt like a fairytale. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to be hearing such beautiful words coming from someone who loves you. You felt so many emotions all at once. Your heart was full of love and happiness.

“I love you so much and I promise to always for all of my days.” Paige took a breath before getting on one knee. Although you knew she was going to propose, it still felt surreal seeing it happen in front of you. You aren’t dreaming.

You cover your mouth from shock when you saw the ring. THE ring!! The one you tried on weeks ago. You vividly remember how right everything felt when you wore it for those few seconds. The same feeling you feel right now with Paige.

“I want to share every moment with you. The good and the bad. I want to laugh and cry with you. You’re my sweetheart, best friend, and soulmate. You’re my person. Will you marry me?”

[princesseilish]

MAKE IT OUT

Boxer!Paige Bueckers x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Paige Bueckers is an up-and-coming boxer in New York, fighting to make a name for herself while navigating the gritty reality of life in the city. Her girlfriend, Y/n, works double shifts at a diner to make ends meet, their small apartment barely enough to live in. Despite their love for each other, the pressure of their struggles and Paige’s demanding boxing career threatens to pull them apart.

Warnings: Heavy emotional themes, Financial struggles and poverty, Depictions of physical exhaustion and injury (boxing-related),Mild language and suggestive, Angst and relationship tension

New York was a loud, chaotic city—impossible to escape, impossible to ignore. But inside their tiny apartment, it was quiet. Almost too quiet. The worn-out couch sagged in the middle, and the windows rattled every time a bus passed by, but that was home. That was their home.

Y/n wiped the last remnants of grease off her apron, flicking her long hair behind her shoulder as she stepped into the cramped kitchen. Her boss had kept her on the floor for hours longer than she’d planned. Of course, he’d made a few comments, too. The usual sleazy stuff—nothing she couldn’t handle, but it was enough to leave her feeling worn.

She kicked off her shoes, sighing. “Paige? You home?”

Paige’s voice floated from the living room, low and slightly muffled. “Yeah, just finishing up some stuff.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. She should’ve known. Paige was always “just finishing up some stuff.” More like she was.

“You want me to heat up dinner or something?” Y/n walked toward the living room, poking her head around the doorframe to see Paige, sprawled out on the couch in a pair of workout shorts, her body flexing as she went through her footwork drills. The glow from her phone screen lit up her face in the darkened room.

“You can heat up some food if you want, but I’m good,” Paige replied without looking up. She was already covered in sweat from training earlier, but there was something about the way she moved—aggressive and fluid, like a fighter in her prime. And Y/n hated it. She hated how much Paige pushed herself, even when it wasn’t necessary.

But then again, she loved it, too.

“You know, I don’t get why you don’t just let me help you more,” Y/n said, crossing her arms and leaning against the doorframe. “It’s not like you’re getting paid a ton for these fights.”

Paige stopped, finally looking up at her with a grin. “You’ve got your own stuff going on, babe. Don’t worry about me.” She turned back to her phone, scrolling through her manager’s messages. “I’ve got a fight coming up. It’s not much, but it’s something.”

“Another fight?” Y/n scoffed, walking into the room and flopping onto the couch beside her. “You can’t even get enough sleep because of these stupid underground fights. That can’t be your answer, Paige.”

Paige shot her a look. She knew this conversation all too well. “If I don’t fight, what am I supposed to do, Y/n? Sit at home and wait for something to fall into my lap?”

“You could take a break for once. Let me take care of you,” Y/n said softly, glancing at her girlfriend’s clenched jaw. “It’s hard enough already. I don’t want to lose you, Paige. I just… I don’t want you to do something stupid.”

Paige exhaled deeply, resting her phone on the coffee table and running her hand through her damp hair. “I’m not doing something stupid. I’m doing what I’ve gotta do to survive. If I stop fighting, then everything—” she motioned to the small, cluttered apartment around them “—this goes. We go.”

Y/n’s heart sank. “I know. But it’s too much right now. You’re pushing yourself so hard… and for what? A scrap of cash every couple of weeks?”

“Every scrap adds up,” Paige shot back, her voice barely above a whisper. “We’ll get there. I promise.”

Y/n took a deep breath, her chest tight with frustration, love, and everything in between. “I’m already working two shifts at the diner. My boss—” She stopped herself. There was no need to get into it now. “It’s just… hard, okay? I’m so damn tired. And I know you’re tired too.”

Paige’s eyes softened, and she leaned over, brushing her hand against Y/n’s cheek. “I know you’re doing your best, babe. And I appreciate it. You have no idea how much I appreciate it. I just…” She sighed, dropping her head onto Y/n’s shoulder. “I just don’t know how to stop.”

Y/n let out a breath, running her fingers through Paige’s hair. “I don’t know either. But I’m not going anywhere. Okay?”

Paige didn’t say anything for a long while, just sat there, pressed against Y/n as if she could hide from the weight of everything for a moment.

And Y/n didn’t mind. Not one bit.

A Couple Weeks Later

The evening was quieter than usual. Y/n had just gotten home from her shift, but Paige wasn’t in the living room. She walked into their tiny bedroom, and there she was, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at something on her phone.

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “You look… pensive.”

Paige glanced up. “I’m just waiting for the call. They want me to fight at the Underground League next weekend. It’s big. Could be my breakthrough.” She bit her lip, unsure of how to gauge Y/n’s reaction.

“Oh yeah? Big enough to make us not have to eat ramen for a month?” Y/n asked, leaning in the doorway.

Paige shot her a tired but playful smile. “Bigger. Maybe even a hundred bucks more than usual.”

“Wow, rich and famous now, huh?” Y/n teased.

Paige stood up and walked over to her, wrapping her arms around her waist. “More like still struggling. But I want us to be okay. I just want more than this, Y/n.”

Y/n sighed softly. “I know you do. I just wish it didn’t come with so many punches.”

Paige cupped her face, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “You know me. I’ll fight my way through it.”

Y/n smiled softly, her heart full of all the unspoken things between them. “Yeah. You will.”

Paige looked down at her. “But we’re doing this together, right?”

Y/n leaned into her, closing her eyes. “Yeah. We’ll get through this together. Even if it’s just one more fight at a time.”

It wasn’t a lot. But it was theirs.

And in the end, that was enough.

The Fight Night

Paige stood in the locker room, slipping her gloves on. Her coach paced nearby, talking to her about strategy, but her mind was elsewhere. She could feel the weight of the crowd outside the gym doors, waiting for her to fight. She hated the noise. The pressure.

But when she stepped out into the ring, her heart found its rhythm. She saw Y/n in the front row, standing with her arms crossed, her tired eyes fixed on Paige. She didn’t smile, didn’t cheer. She just watched.

Paige nodded to herself.

Just one more round.

And then maybe, just maybe, things would be different.

But for now, it was just the two of them. Fighting for what was theirs.

The sound of the crowd faded as Paige’s focus zeroed in on her opponent. Her gloves tightened around her fists, and her breath came in steady, controlled inhales. Each movement felt like a heartbeat, rhythmic and deliberate. This was what she’d been working for—this moment, this fight.

Her manager’s voice rang in her head, reminding her of the prize money, the opportunities that could follow, but Paige only had one thought on her mind: Y/n.

She glanced to the front row, catching her girlfriend’s tired, but determined eyes. Y/n didn’t look happy—she never did when Paige fought—but she was here. She always was.

The bell rang, snapping Paige out of her daze. The first punch from her opponent came fast, but Paige was faster. She dodged, countered, and landed a solid jab to the jaw. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, but there was something different tonight. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

The fight dragged on, round after round. Sweat stung her eyes, and every bruise felt like a reminder of the life they were living—the stress, the struggle, the fights both inside and outside the ring. She was getting close to breaking. The fight wasn’t going the way she expected.

But then, a familiar voice cut through the fog.

“Come on, Paige! You’ve got this!”

Y/n. Paige’s heart skipped a beat, the words cutting through the chaos. It wasn’t loud, but it was enough. It was always enough.

With a deep breath, Paige shifted gears, landing blow after blow. Her body moved like muscle memory, the pain forgotten, the exhaustion ignored. The fight was hers now.

As the final round approached, she could see it. Her opponent was slowing down, and so was she, but she could feel the end coming. She needed to finish this. For her, for Y/n, for everything they’d been through.

The crowd roared as the two fighters exchanged punches, both tired, both ready to give it all. But Paige had the last word. With a final, swift blow, she knocked her opponent to the mat, the referee counting down.

And just like that, it was over.

The bell rang. The crowd erupted in cheers, but Paige barely heard it. She collapsed to her knees, chest heaving, sweat dripping from her face. But through the haze, she saw Y/n.

The same tired, strained expression still on her face. But there was something else too—pride, maybe? Love? Paige couldn’t tell.

Y/n wasn’t smiling, but she wasn’t disappointed either. She was here, and that was enough for Paige.

She stumbled to her feet, the weight of the victory barely sinking in. The manager was already on the phone, talking numbers. But Paige didn’t care. She stepped out of the ring and made her way toward the front row, her eyes locked on Y/n.

“You okay?” Y/n asked quietly, stepping toward her.

Paige took a shaky breath, a grin tugging at her lips. “I’m fine. I won.”

“I know.”

Y/n’s voice was soft, but there was a warmth to it, a softness Paige hadn’t expected. It was as if all the tension between them had melted away. She reached out, pulling Paige into an embrace, her arms wrapping around her tight.

Paige rested her head on Y/n’s shoulder, finally feeling like she could breathe again. “We’re gonna be alright, aren’t we?”

Y/n pulled back, looking up at her with that familiar glint in her eyes. “We’ll be fine. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but we’ve got each other. That’s all we need.”

Paige smiled, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. It wasn’t much, but it was everything.

Together. That’s all they needed.

As they walked out of the arena, the night still felt heavy. There was no guarantee that things would get better, no promises that the rent would be paid without another fight. But in that moment, it didn’t matter. They were making it through—just one more round at a time.

And that was all they had. And it was enough.

The following days weren’t easy, but they never really were. Paige’s manager was already pushing her to keep going, to find another fight, to make the next move. The money from the win was nice, but it wasn’t enough. Not yet. Not with rent overdue and Y/n still working those exhausting shifts at the diner.

But things had shifted, in a way. There was a quiet understanding between them, a subtle reassurance that neither one of them had to face this struggle alone. It wasn’t perfect—far from it—but it was their reality, and they were in it together.

Y/n worked a double shift the night after the fight. Paige had told her to rest, to take the night off, but Y/n never could. She liked the independence it gave her, the sense that she could still contribute to their tiny apartment in some way. Even if it meant dealing with the perverted stares of her boss, she’d endure it to make sure they were okay.

“I’ll be alright,” Y/n had said as she grabbed her bag and headed toward the door.

Paige looked up from where she was lacing up her gloves. “You better be,” she said, her voice softer than usual. She hated that Y/n had to do this. She hated that Y/n had to work under conditions that made her uncomfortable. But she wasn’t in a position to do anything about it—not yet.

Y/n smiled weakly, but Paige could see the exhaustion in her eyes. She placed a hand on her cheek before leaning in for a quick kiss. “You’ll see me later, okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be here when you get back.”

It wasn’t a lot—just a kiss, a touch. But in their world, it was everything. They didn’t have the luxury of big gestures. They didn’t have the space for extravagant dates or trips. They only had moments like this. Small but meaningful, like their own little secret.

Later that night, Paige couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. The apartment felt quieter than usual, the stillness almost suffocating. She’d been training, punching at the bag with more intensity than necessary, her focus on the pain. But it wasn’t just physical—it was mental too. The fight she had won wasn’t enough. It never would be. Not when the world kept pushing back.

She grabbed her phone, debating whether to text Y/n, but she didn’t want to interrupt her. She knew she was probably on her break, and she didn’t want to add more stress. But after a few minutes, she gave in, typing a quick message:

Paige: “Miss you. Be safe. I’ll be waiting for you.”

She sent it and immediately regretted it. It sounded needy, weak, but it was how she felt. She was scared—scared of everything. Scared that they’d never escape this cycle. Scared that even with all her hard work, nothing would change.

The ping of a text cut through her thoughts:

Y/n: “I’ll be home soon. Don’t wait up for me. Just got a new tip from the old guy at the counter. Gross, but at least it’s money.”

Paige couldn’t help but feel a flash of anger. That old guy at the counter—she knew exactly who Y/n was talking about. The guy who made Y/n uncomfortable, the one who stared too long. She hated that Y/n had to deal with it. Hated that she felt forced to.

But she didn’t have the words. Not yet.

Instead, Paige responded with a simple message:

Paige: “Don’t let him get to you. I’ll be here. When you get home, we’ll forget about all of this.”

She stared at the words, wishing they were true. Wishing that they could just forget about the struggle, the stress, the pressure. But they couldn’t. They were stuck in it. Together.

When Y/n finally walked through the door hours later, looking exhausted but still managing a tired smile, Paige immediately crossed the room. She didn’t say anything at first. She just pulled Y/n into a hug, holding her tightly. It was all they could give each other right now.

“I’m so tired,” Y/n whispered, her voice muffled against Paige’s shoulder.

“I know,” Paige replied softly. “You don’t have to do it all, you know.”

Y/n pulled back, her eyes meeting Paige’s. “We don’t have a choice, Paige. You know that.”

Paige looked at her, her chest heavy with a truth they both had to face. “I know.”

But for a moment, they just stood there, holding each other, allowing the world outside to blur into nothing. In that moment, it didn’t matter that their rent was still overdue or that Y/n had to deal with disgusting customers at the diner. It didn’t matter that Paige’s manager was already breathing down her neck about her next fight. All that mattered was that they were together. And that, despite everything, was something worth holding on to.

“Tomorrow’s a new day,” Paige murmured, brushing a strand of hair from Y/n’s face.

Y/n nodded, her hands running up and down Paige’s back as if to ground herself. “Yeah. Tomorrow’s a new day.”

And with that, they fell asleep in the cramped bed they shared, the sound of the city just outside their window. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. For now, it was all they had, and for as long as they had it, they’d keep fighting—together.

The following weeks were a blur of training and late shifts. The cycle never seemed to end. Paige’s fights, though more frequent, didn’t provide the recognition she needed. Her manager, ever impatient, pushed her harder, always looking for the next match, the next payday. But Paige was running on fumes. Her body ached, her hands bruised and calloused from hours of sparring and punching the bag. She was constantly battling fatigue, but every time she stepped into the ring, her mind was drawn to Y/n. To their life. To the future they wanted but couldn’t seem to grasp.

Meanwhile, Y/n’s job at the diner was slowly wearing her down. The tips were decent, but it wasn’t enough to make a real difference. Her boss—rude and lecherous—had grown bolder in his advances, making her feel more and more uncomfortable with every shift. Y/n wasn’t naïve; she knew that the best way to stay in his good graces was to smile and ignore his inappropriate comments. But it was getting harder to fake her enthusiasm, especially with the strain of her relationship with Paige constantly on her mind.

She missed the old days when it felt like they were invincible. When they could spend hours talking about their dreams without worrying about rent or bills. The love they shared had always been something pure, something real. But now, every conversation felt like it was tinged with frustration. She could see it in Paige’s eyes—her exhaustion, her frustration with the lack of progress. Paige was losing herself, piece by piece, and Y/n didn’t know how to help.

One night, after another draining shift, Y/n came home to find Paige sitting at the small table in their dingy kitchen, her gloves sitting beside her, her face buried in her hands. The apartment was eerily quiet, the usual hum of the city outside muted by the exhaustion that hung in the air.

Y/n stood at the doorway for a moment, unsure of what to say. She had a million things on her mind, things she wanted to confront, things she wanted to fix. But right now, all she could focus on was the woman in front of her, the woman who had fought so hard to get here.

“You good?” Y/n asked quietly, stepping into the room.

Paige didn’t look up, but the tremor in her voice gave her away. “I don’t know anymore.”

The words hit Y/n like a ton of bricks. It wasn’t that she didn’t know Paige was struggling—it was obvious—but hearing it out loud, hearing Paige admit it, made it all the more real. This wasn’t just a phase. This wasn’t just a bad week. This was the reality of their lives.

“I don’t want you to do this anymore,” Y/n whispered, her voice catching in her throat. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself for nothing.”

Paige finally looked up, her eyes meeting Y/n’s, and for the first time in weeks, there was no deflection, no walls. There was only exhaustion and something deeper, something painful.

“I don’t have a choice, Y/n,” Paige said softly. “I don’t. We’re barely getting by, and I’m not even close to being good enough. If I don’t keep pushing, we’ll lose everything. Everything we’re trying to build… it’ll be gone.”

Y/n’s heart ached at the words, at the desperation in Paige’s voice. She had always admired Paige’s determination, her unwavering drive to succeed. But lately, it felt like that drive was driving them apart rather than bringing them together.

“I know you’re trying, P. I know you’re doing everything you can. But you’re killing yourself for something that might not even happen. You don’t need to do this for me. You don’t need to do this for anyone. Not if it means losing yourself in the process.”

Paige’s eyes flashed, the weight of Y/n’s words cutting deeper than she expected. “So what do you want me to do? Stop fighting? Stop trying to make something of myself? Stop trying to give us a future?”

Y/n took a step closer, her voice steady but filled with emotion. “I want you to stop hurting yourself. I want you to be happy. I want us to be happy. And I can’t do this anymore, P. I can’t keep pretending like everything’s okay when we’re both just… drowning.”

The silence in the room was suffocating. It felt like they were both holding their breath, waiting for the other to crack, to admit the truth. Y/n could feel her chest tightening, the tears welling up behind her eyes. She couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“I’m sorry,” Paige said finally, her voice barely a whisper. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. I just… I just wanted to fix everything.”

Y/n reached out, cupping Paige’s face in her hands, her thumb gently brushing away the tear that had slipped down her cheek. “I know. I know you did.”

They stood there for a long moment, neither of them knowing what the next step would be. All they knew was that they had reached a breaking point, a crossroads in their relationship that neither of them had anticipated. Y/n wasn’t sure if they could keep going down this path, but she knew one thing for certain: they couldn’t keep pretending that everything was fine.

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” Paige murmured, her voice barely audible.

“Then let’s figure it out together,” Y/n whispered back. “We’re in this mess together, P. We’ve always been.”

And for the first time in a long time, Y/n believed it. Whatever the future held, they’d face it together.

The next few days were a blur of heavy conversations and quiet moments shared between Paige and Y/n. They had always been able to talk about anything, but now, it felt like they were both navigating a minefield, every word carrying the weight of their unspoken fears.

Y/n continued to work double shifts at the diner, her boss’s lecherous comments still lingering in her mind. It was hard to focus on anything other than the constant stress of making ends meet. Paige, on the other hand, was training harder than ever, as if each punch she threw could somehow punch away all the tension and anxiety clouding her mind. But it wasn’t working. She could feel the pressure building, her muscles screaming for rest, but she couldn’t stop.

One evening, after another long day for both of them, they found themselves sitting in their tiny kitchen, a take-out container between them. The silence was thick, but neither of them knew what to say anymore. It felt like everything they had been trying to hold together was slowly slipping through their fingers.

“I’ve been thinking…” Paige finally broke the silence, her voice quiet but firm. “Maybe it’s time for me to step back from boxing for a little while.”

Y/n’s head snapped up, surprised by the admission. “What? Really?”

Paige sighed, running her hand through her hair. “Yeah. I don’t know… I’ve been pushing so hard, and it’s not helping. It’s only making things worse. I can’t keep pretending like I can handle everything—this, you, the pressure from my manager, the bills… I don’t know if I can do it anymore.”

Y/n’s heart ached hearing the vulnerability in Paige’s voice. She had always seen Paige as this unbreakable force, the one who always had a plan, who always knew what to do. But now, she was seeing a side of Paige she wasn’t sure she had ever seen before—a side that was uncertain and unsure of what to do next.

“I don’t want you to stop fighting,” Y/n said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “But if you need to take a break… I won’t be mad. I just want you to be okay.”

Paige met Y/n’s gaze, her eyes searching for something—something that might tell her she was making the right choice. She had always put Y/n first, always tried to protect her from the chaos of her life, but right now, she wasn’t sure how to do that. How could she protect Y/n when she felt so lost herself?

“I’m sorry,” Paige said, her voice cracking slightly. “I didn’t mean for things to get like this. I didn’t want to drag you into my mess.”

Y/n reached across the table, taking Paige’s hand in hers. “You didn’t drag me into anything, P. I chose to be here. I chose you. But we have to face the fact that we can’t keep going like this. It’s not healthy for either of us.”

Paige squeezed her hand, her heart aching at the truth in Y/n’s words. She wanted so badly to fix everything—to make everything right—but she didn’t know how. She was stuck in a cycle of stress, self-doubt, and exhaustion, and no matter how hard she fought, it didn’t seem to be getting any better.

“You’re right,” Paige whispered, looking down at their joined hands. “I don’t know how to make this work anymore.”

Y/n didn’t know what the future held, but she knew one thing: she wasn’t going to give up on them. Not now, not ever.

“We’ll figure it out,” she said firmly, pulling Paige closer. “We always do. It’s not going to be easy, but we’ll get through it together. We don’t need everything. We don’t need all the things we’ve been chasing. As long as we have each other, we’ll be okay.”

Paige rested her forehead against Y/n’s, taking a deep breath. She didn’t know if she believed that yet, but in that moment, with Y/n’s arms around her, she could almost imagine it. Maybe they didn’t need all the answers right now. Maybe they just needed to take things one step at a time.

“I love you,” Paige murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

Y/n smiled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from Paige’s face. “I love you, too. And that’s enough for me.”

The days that followed weren’t easy. Paige took a step back from boxing, deciding to give herself some time to breathe, to think about what she truly wanted. Y/n continued to work at the diner, but she started looking for other opportunities, determined to find a way out of the rut they were stuck in. There were still arguments, still moments of frustration, but they were learning to navigate it all together. Slowly, they were rebuilding their life, piece by piece.

It wasn’t perfect, far from it. But it was theirs. And for the first time in a long time, that felt enough.

Paige sat on the edge of their threadbare couch, staring blankly at the phone in her hand. The bright screen illuminated her face in the dimly lit apartment, the silence pressing down on her. She had received the offer she’d been waiting for—an invitation to the biggest boxing tournament of her life. It could be the break she needed, the one that could finally lift them out of the cramped, run-down apartment they called home. But there was a catch.

Leave New York. No distractions. No one by your side. Just you, the fight, and the opportunity to prove yourself.

She ran a hand through her hair, glancing around at their tiny space. The apartment was falling apart, the rent barely covered by the tips Y/n made working double shifts at the diner. They’d been scraping by for months now, and Paige knew that if she wanted a future, if they wanted a future, she needed this. The chance to win could change everything.

But then the ultimatum hit her like a gut punch. If she wanted to go, if she wanted this shot, she had to leave Y/n behind.

Paige could already feel the weight of the decision pressing down on her chest. Y/n didn’t deserve to be stuck here, in this dangerous part of the city, while Paige chased a dream. She knew how tough it was for Y/n. She had seen it in her tired eyes every night when she came home from work, exhausted from waiting tables, dealing with creepy bosses, and barely making ends meet. Paige wanted to shield her from all of it. But the truth was, leaving her behind for a week felt like ripping her heart out. She hated the thought of it.

When Y/n came home from work that night, the exhaustion written all over her face, Paige tried to hide her turmoil, but she couldn’t mask the uncertainty in her eyes.

Y/n dropped her bag with a sigh, running a hand through her hair. “Hey,” she greeted softly, moving toward Paige. “How was your day?”

Paige gave a tired smile, trying to muster some enthusiasm. “Same old, just… thinking.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Thinking about what?”

Paige hesitated, knowing what she was about to say would change everything. “I got the offer. The tournament. The one I’ve been working for.”

Y/n’s face lit up with surprise. “Wait, really? That’s amazing, P! This is it! This is your shot!”

Paige’s throat tightened as she looked down at her hands. “There’s a catch,” she whispered.

Y/n’s expression faltered. “What do you mean?”

“I have to leave. I have to go out of town for a week, no distractions. It’s part of the deal. My manager—he wants me to focus completely on the fight.”

Y/n’s face softened, and she stepped closer, her hands resting gently on Paige’s shoulders. “Then go. You have to take this. It’s your dream, it’s what you’ve been fighting for.”

Paige looked up at her, her heart breaking. “I don’t want to leave you behind. Not like this.”

Y/n’s brow furrowed. “Paige, I get it. I really do. You have to do this for us, for both of us. We can’t keep living like this, you know that. I don’t want you to stay here because of me. Go. Take the shot. I want you to.”

“But—” Paige’s voice cracked. “But I can’t leave you here. Alone. Not in this place, not with everything going on here. It’s not safe. You know it’s not.”

Y/n’s lips pressed into a thin line as she stepped back, crossing her arms. “You think I can’t handle it?”

Paige immediately regretted her words. “No, Y/n, that’s not what I mean. I just—” She ran a hand over her face, feeling the weight of her choices crashing down on her. “I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want to go without you, but I know this could change everything. I need to take this chance. I need to prove myself.”

Y/n’s eyes softened as she met Paige’s gaze. “I know you do. And I want that for you. But I want you to know something, P.”

Paige looked up, confusion swirling in her chest. “What?”

“I want you to go,” Y/n said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want you to take this. I want you to fight, to chase your dream. I don’t want to be the reason you hold yourself back. But I need you to promise me something.”

“What?” Paige asked, her voice shaking.

“Promise me you won’t forget about us. Promise me you won’t come back and tell me it wasn’t worth it, if it means losing me in the process. I don’t care about the money or the recognition. I care about you. You’ve already given so much to this. But you can’t lose me in the process.”

Paige’s heart shattered at the weight of Y/n’s words. She couldn’t bear the thought of coming back and seeing Y/n lost, hurt, or feeling abandoned. She reached out, cupping Y/n’s face gently. “I’m not going to lose you. I swear. But I can’t promise I won’t be torn apart by this, too. I need you, Y/n. But I need this too. For both of us.”

Y/n sighed, pressing her forehead to Paige’s. “I know, P. I know. Go. I’ll be here. I’ll always be here.”

Paige closed her eyes, leaning into the warmth of Y/n’s touch, feeling the weight of the decision she was about to make. She didn’t want to leave her, didn’t want to be without her for a single day. But sometimes, sacrifices had to be made. And this, this was one Paige knew she had to take.

“I love you,” Paige whispered, her voice barely audible.

“I love you too,” Y/n replied softly, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips despite the uncertainty hanging in the air.

Paige kissed her forehead, knowing that no matter what happened, she couldn’t lose sight of what was important. The fight, the opportunity, it was everything. But Y/n? She was forever.

The week came too quickly, and Paige found herself standing at the door of their apartment, bag slung over her shoulder. Y/n was there, her eyes soft but determined, the silence between them more deafening than anything they had said. Paige took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. This moment, this goodbye—however temporary it was—felt like everything.

“I’ll be back before you know it,” Paige said, her voice wavering despite her best efforts.

Y/n nodded, but there was something about her eyes—something hidden behind that familiar, understanding gaze—that made Paige’s heart ache in ways she didn’t know it could.

“I know,” Y/n said quietly. “And when you get back, we’ll be closer to where we want to be.”

Paige wanted to say something, wanted to promise her the world, but the lump in her throat stopped her. All she could do was nod, her hand reaching for Y/n’s, squeezing it tightly.

“I love you,” Paige whispered, her voice breaking on the words. “I don’t know how I’ll do this without you.”

“I love you too,” Y/n said softly, her thumb tracing circles over Paige’s hand. “But you’ll be back. And when you are… we’ll figure everything out. I know you’ll make it. You’re the strongest person I know.”

And with that, Paige turned and walked out the door, Y/n’s words echoing in her mind as the cold air hit her skin. She didn’t want to go. She didn’t want to leave Y/n behind. But this was their future, and this fight—this chance—was their ticket to something bigger. Something better.

The tournament was brutal. The fights were intense, and Paige’s body took a beating that made her question whether she could keep going. But there was something inside of her—something that wouldn’t let her stop. Each round, each punch thrown at her, made her think of Y/n. Her face. Her touch. The way Y/n had believed in her even when Paige couldn’t believe in herself. That was the strength Paige needed.

She fought harder than she ever had, pushing through the pain, the exhaustion, and the self-doubt. It was a long, grueling night, but when the final bell rang and the judges announced her as the winner, Paige felt like she had won more than just a title.

She had won their future.

Back in New York, Y/n was waiting, as she had promised, always waiting. She had worked long shifts, doubled up to make ends meet, but with each paycheck, with each passing day, she believed a little more in the dream they had. A dream of a future, of a home where they could rest, laugh, love.

Y/n had her own moments of doubt, her own moments of struggle. But every night, she would look at the small picture on their fridge—a snapshot from a day spent at the beach, just the two of them, laughing as they splashed in the waves. That was the reminder. They were building something together, even when it felt like everything around them was falling apart.

Months passed (i switched it, oops) Paige finally returned, just as promised. She was different—stronger, not just physically, but emotionally. The tournament had changed her, and with it, her determination. She had a new kind of fire in her eyes, and it was all for them.

The moment she stepped back into their tiny apartment, Y/n rushed to her, wrapping her arms around Paige in a tight embrace. The world outside seemed to stop, everything slowing as they held each other close. Paige kissed her softly, a promise in that kiss—one she had carried with her all this time.

“I did it,” Paige whispered, her forehead resting against Y/n’s. “I won, Y/n. I did it for us.”

Y/n smiled, her eyes shimmering with tears. “I knew you would.”

They stayed like that, in the quiet of their little apartment, with nothing more than the sound of their breaths and the beating of their hearts.

But now, the future was uncertain in the best way possible. The door was wide open. Paige’s boxing career had taken off, and with it, new opportunities were beginning to unfold. They could leave New York, go anywhere, do anything. The world was suddenly theirs to conquer.

It was a few months later when Paige took Y/n’s hand and led her to the roof of their building, a small ring tucked in her pocket. The city was alive below them, the lights sparkling against the night sky, but all Paige could see was Y/n. She had everything she needed right there.

Y/n looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “What are we doing up here?”

Paige smiled softly. “I wanted to ask you something. Something important.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, her smile teasing. “What, are we getting married?”

Paige laughed, but the sound quickly turned into something more serious, more real. “Actually… yeah. I think we should.”

Y/n blinked in surprise, her hand instinctively reaching for her chest. “Wait, are you serious?”

Paige dropped to one knee, the ring gleaming in the city lights. “I’ve always been serious about you, Y/n. You’re my everything. Through all the mess, all the struggles, I want to face it all with you. Forever.”

Y/n’s breath caught, and the tears she had been holding back all night finally spilled over. “Yes,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

As Paige slid the ring on her finger, a tear escaped her own eye. She had fought for this moment, fought for them, and in that moment, the world felt like it was theirs to take.

They kissed, the noise of the city fading into the background, their hearts beating in unison, knowing that no matter where life took them, they would always have each other. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t easy. But it was theirs.

And that was enough.

The end of one chapter, but the beginning of their forever.

[pantheresssy]

— paige bueckers and reader ⋆*. * ·

—┊⋆ summary: what’s supposed to be a funny and small photo shoot with you dressed with paige’s number five uconn shirt, had turned out a little bit … different.

— ┊⋆ cw: 18+, smut, cameras, oral (r), soft!dom!p, not-so-sub!r, fingering, hair pulling, cursing, your not really patient with p, video, big haired r, blood. | first time writing for her!! i’m still doing some research. sorry for any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language.

— ┊⋆ inspired by: paige walking around with that camera and not knowing how to use it … —

PAIGE LOOKED AT YOU with a smile while you tried to fit on her clothes. With her height, they were a little bigger than you and the shirt stopped in the middle of your thighs – no shorts for you. The ball was under your arm and your leg bent, looking at the camera with one of your eyes closed and your teeth out.

With her camera pointing at you, she moved side to side on the room, getting you from all the angles, all the lights. She knew that those pictures would come out perfectly and was already planning to post all of them, no exceptions. Paige guided you from times to times to switch your positions, in each corner and mobile that she wanted you to be. Pointing to her named written on the back of her shirt, sitting on the ball and with a whistle in your mouth. It was like the studio photoshoot that she did often … but with a hot looking photographer.

“Turn around and look at me over your shoulder.” She said, sitting in a chair to be at the same height as you were. You did as you were told, smiling and giving her your best intense look. Paige pressed the photo take button, the flash shining for the twentieth time in the last few hours. “Pull my shirt up, just a little bit.”

You brought the tissue up, letting it where your thigh meet your hip. Bringing your knee up again, leaning on your tip toes. She smiled for you and another one taken. “What’s next?”

Paige looked at you up and down, her head falling to the side. “On the mirror. I’ll be behind you.”

You both walked there and you bent down a little bit on the sink, not looking at the camera but your eyes. You copied one of your favorite photos of her, doing the same position and face as hers. She recognized what you were doing and laughed – this photo has been on your cellphone wallpaper for ages. A small piece of blonde hair and a part of the camera lens appeared in the picture, but it was more than perfect for her.

“More?” You asked, going to her side to see what she has already got and was surprised. She hummed at your question, turning the camera to the side so you could see the photos. Paige really had a great talent on making each one of them look so good.

The blonde looked at the curtains who were flying with the wind and back at you. Her eyes shone and you raised your eyebrows, waiting for what she would say: but she didn’t. All she did was take your arm and take you there. “Turn around.” She said.

You took your hair off to show her name again, doing what poses you thought it would be better. The flash shone, one, two, three, six times, before a ideia pop up on your mind … Still there, you discreetly pulled up the shirt bar, taking it out. Without a bra, your naked back and underwear was exposed for the camera. Paige’s breath caught on her throat when you turned to the side, the contour of your tits showing. She was quick on taking another pic, your smile growing.

Your nipples were hardening because of the cold air. With the camera on hand, your girlfriend was doing everything to take the perfect frame before straightening her back and look through them. “I want to take a picture with you facing me.”

You walked to the balcony and placed your hands there before doing, leaning your back against the iron bars and looking provocatively at the lens. Paige looked away from you for one second, down to the camera before placing it in front of her eyes. She murmured something about you being “fucking hot”, and focused on your tits. You made every position she (and you) thought it would be good, on the mirror again, on the kitchen pretending to cook something while posing. Not a room of your house was out.

That little playing photo section was having a lots of turnings, and in the middle, it had become a naked section. Lying on the ground, Paige copied you and adjusted her position to take your body. “I think it’ll be better without your underwear.”

“If I end up all over the internet i’ll murder you without remorse, Bueckers.”

She laughed, watching while you lay down on your back and rise up your hips, placing your thumbs on the withe fabric and pulling it out. You got back on your position, looking at her while letting your ass showing and nipple sneaking between your arms. She took the pic, licking her lips with the view and you felt proud burning on your body. You had Paige Bueckers, d1, on your hands.

She was making you her muse. You were sure she would hang one of those pictures somewhere in the bedroom. It remains to be seen if it was your naked ones or with her shirt. “Let’s make a video.” She said.

Getting up, you looked at her with your eyes nearly closed. “What type?”

Her eyes shone. “You decide. Those who I do for magazines, or our own.”

She was sitting now, the camera on her lap. You bit the inside of your lower lip, feeling taste of blood. Paige was waiting patiently while you decided, her finger playing with one of the buttons. You had made more than you did in your whole life in that few hours, she was the first one that you dared to be more bold with — even if you were having fun, it could be more risky … right? …

“Fuck me and film it.”

She raised her eyebrows and took your hand, pulling you closer. You took the camera off the way and sat where it was, wrapping your arms around her neck, blowing a little kiss on her lips. Paige put her hand in your hair, pulling and bringing you closer to her. Her tongue found yours, bending around yours in a domination dispute that you didn’t give up on easily.

You pulled her shirt up and she raised her arms, helping you take it off. She brought the camera closer to your face and you swallowed, nervously, trying to give your best smile. Paige took you to bed and lie down, you on top. She pushed you down by the hip, your pussy pressing against her stomach, and you started to move. A moan scape you, low.

With a not so confident confidence, you keept the moves and closed your eyes, your head falling to the front. Your hair fell from your shoulders and around your face, making a curtain with you, the camera and her. Your mouth flew open, the little sounds you made being captured, just like the noise of your pussy on her skin.

Paige lowered the camera, recording superficially without really showing anything, only your moves and the brightness of your juices that was left behind on her skin. Her own mouth was open, flatter with you, but hers didn’t make any sound but her quick breath. Your fingers caressed her belly, trying to have some comfort to get used to that moment, deciding to disconnect from everything and take advantage of the shocks that were being sent through your body.

“Paige.” You whispered. She raised her head, taking the camera with her and focusing on your face. You turned to the side, trying to hide, but she wasn’t having none of that. She made you turn again, holding your cheeks between her fingers so you would deep stare into the video.

You ride her until she thought that was enough, making you stand. Paige reversed the positions so that you were pressed on the mattress, your leg closing around her waist. She placed the camera on the mattress, you two now in the video. You were going to do your own porn … and that brought you butterflies to your stomach.

She lifted one of your legs, lying on top of you. Her mouth quickly found her favorite place in you: your mouth. The kiss was a mess of tongues and teeth, you two very hungry for the moment. When she pulled away, a thread of saliva kept you connected, only breaking when your head fell back after she put her finger on your nipple. Everything seemed to be too much, the feelings were too much. You were more sensitive than usual.

Paige’s mouth sucked where she was running her finger, her eyes focused on your face, watching your eyebrows frown with pleasure. Your hips went up, trying to go back for your rubbing, but she dismissed it, holding you with her hands on each side of your body. She was going to one nipple to the other, ravishing them with all of her attention, taking longer than you wanted. When she finally, finally, decided to keep going down, the cold air hit your hardened peaks, bringing a pleasurable squeeze when finding the saliva she left behind.

Her lips kissed up on your navel, passing by it and biting the end of your belly. She was close of your pussy and held your leg open, making your lips part and your clit be exposed for her eyes. Paige’s anxiety to prove you shone on her face and she took her mouth to the inside of your thigh, your scent closer to her nose. “You’re gonna kiss me the whole night?”

With your angry words, she stopped. “If I want, I will.”

Your hand went for where she didn’t seemed to want to touch so soon, the tip of your index tickling your folds. She hummed in protest, hitting you to make you stop. “Fucking do something.” You growled between your teeth.

Paige didn’t move for a while, leaving you there, in expectation. When you were starting to think that she wouldn’t do nothing, all of sudden, her tongue was licking all over. With your surprise, a loud moan scrapped your throat, your body getting up and your cunt sinking even more into her mouth. The blonde was still focus on you, seeing each pleasuring expression you’d make, biting your lip, your hair sticking on your forehead.

Seeing Paige Bueckers between your legs made you wetter every time.

Two fingers went up your ass, collecting your juices to use as a lubricant, then circling your entrance. Her hands, just like the rest of her, were big. Skinny, well trained fingers that, once inside, started to make wonders with you. Rubbing against your walls that squeezed her, telling her to stay in there and just move to give you pleasure. Paige was happy to follow, pulling the hood of your clit and caressing it, making you wet the sheets.

The first time you meet her, it was in one of her games. You didn't really know her, it was your first time watching a basketball match, but when you saw her so flawlessly placing the ball in the basket, you guessed she could do wonderful stuffs. A few days later your thoughts were proved right and, for what she had told you, hers too.

Since then, you both fucked for many times before any feelings were involved, ending up in a shared house and lots of more sex. She was perfect, and was even more when she curled her fingers inside you, like at that moment. Paige loved the sounds you made and always did everything to make them louder. You were happy to deliver what she wanted, reaching out for her and holding her head, her blonde locks soft against your skin.

You were red while she kept licking, sucking. You had never been wetter, being spreed all over her face, shining on her nose and chin, dripping back at your pussy. Your lungs were bending the effort trying to recover the air she was taking away. You took her wrist and squeezed her hand against your tit again: you both were stimulating it, giving you a bigger sensation.

“Don’t cum.” She said after she felt you start to move with her. That was a clear sign of what would come next. You complained, but you tried to contain yourself.

Your euphoria was mixing with the hot wind on the room that, even with the open windows, had taken you and her. Paige was sweating, you could see a line following down her back muscles. They were waving while she moved, eating you with a crazy hunger. You couldn’t know if you focus there or in other places, but your body decided for you when your eyelids closed involuntarily. The ability she had on the court was pale compared to what she did there.

Her tongue was shaking your clit, her lips closing and sucking just enough for you to gasp. At the same time, she speed up her hands moves, beating deep inside you. Your noise was loud and your smell was all over. Knowing her, you were sure Paige was more than happy to have you like that, doing everything and more to keep you on the edge.

You tried to do what she asked as longer as you could, but you hold on was impossible. Your walls tightened, her fingertips bending on your g-spot and making you see stars. Your hot cum flowed slowly down your pulsing walls, running down her fingers that were still moving.

Even unhappy that you hadn’t followed what she said, she helped you get down, caressing your clit and slowing gently inside you. After the post-orgastic fog came out of your mind, she got up and picked up the camera. Paige pointed it for your relaxed face and you smiled. “You’re looking beautiful.”

You stretched your arms over your head, prancing your breasts. Paige went down to them and back to you. “Is not fair that I’m the only actress, right?”

“No.” She jokes, smiling. You rolled your eyes and made her lie down, getting up on her body. You licked her neck and continued all over her glorious body, doing the same thing she did to you — the only difference being that she was much more patient than you were.

This time, the camera was filming everything from up close and from her angle; you being the one between her legs, her moans being the ones in the video.

[sweetbcgs]

MY KIND OF WOMAN / paige bueckers

thinking about paige dating an inexperienced reader😖 their first relationship and everything… so heres some headcanons

warnings: slight suggestive parts BUT they are separated from sfw and nsfw!!

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sfw

she SPOILS you i swear

if you want anything, she’s giving it to you

she’s the sweetest girlfriend ever to you

she makes sure shes almost perfect because its your first relationship

she doesn’t come out about the relationship right away because of you. she’ll tell all her friends and family when you’re ready to come out

even before yall came out she was constantly posting small stories hinting towards relationships. something simple like holding hands or her legs entangled with yours in bed

i feel like she’s not shy to show u off during lives even tho no one knows who she’s dating yk?? she’s constantly talking to someone off camera or leaning out of the view and coming back in the view with a blush covering her cheeks

once yall are out though, she brings you to all of her games with you in her jersey

she needs you to cheer as loud as you can

her own personal cheerleader!!

after they win a game she quickly celebrates with her teammates before running over to you and giving you a kiss, holding onto you for a few minutes before forcing herself to let you go

slight nsfw ig?

oh she is SO covering you in hickeys, they would be in places where others can’t see at first but

she loves when you cover her in marks and i’ll stand by that🙂‍↔️

always up to show you how much you mean to her YK

she just loves to make out with you, can be just softly making out with you or

but yeah

she just loves to kiss you so much

loves to kiss you right after you put lipgloss/lipstick/chapstick on so it can be smeared on her mouth

oh she does that knee thing, i know yall know what i’m talk about. YEAH SHE DOES THAT especially after a night out and you’re pressed against the wall

[junhoswifey]

your camera roll as paige’s girlfriend ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

pairing(s): paige bueckers x female!reader

a/n: heyy guys ik it’s been a minute since i posted a fic and i apologize. school is kicking my ass rn but i’d thought i’d whip up something cute so i hope you guys enjoy this for now!! :’))

001. a pic you snapped of paige while she was getting ready for the epsys. you loved watching her get ready for any event she was going to. you’d sit there and admire her as she got her makeup done, and she didn’t even notice you taking pictures. they always turned out to be your fav pics of her.

002. night in w paige. she made you wear the matching socks because she thought it was so cute. you two played games on her playstation for hours while cuddling and talking about anything and everything.

003. a cute moment kk had captured at the beach. the two of you looking out at the view in front of you, all cuddled up next to each other just enjoying your time together.

004. you had countless pics like this in your camera roll. you always sat in the passenger seat while she would drive. she loved that because she could put her hands all over you while you were sitting there. you always held her hand as it rested on your thigh.

005. paige had surprised you with a picnic for your birthday. she always went out of her way to surprise you with the cutest stuff wether it be for anniversaries, bdays, etc. it was one of her favorite ways of showing her love for you.

006. one year into your relationship, the two of you got subtle matching tattoos. she made a promise that when you guys got older you could get something more meaningful. you knew she would keep that promise.

007. a pic you had sent paige as a joke but she loved it. you both knew it was true, she was such a golden retriever while you were more of a black cat. you both thought it was the perfect way to describe you two.

008. a pic you snapped of paige during practice. you loved when she would pose for the camera especially cause it meant she was paying her full attention to you. again, you had numerous pictures like this from multiple diff occasions. you loved taking pictures of your beautiful girlfriend any chance you could.

009. you somehow convinced paige to do this trend you were seeing all over tiktok. when you brought it up she surprisingly agreed quickly. you giggled the whole time you were wrapping the bow around her bicep while she would admire you. she loved when you would do dumb shit like that with her and it honestly made her love for you grow more.

⇾ be sure to checkout my masterlist if you enjoyed! any type of interaction is appreciated :,)

⇾ i’ve seen a couple ppl do this and i thought it was sooo cute!! i hope you guys liked it! lmk if i should do it with anyone else cause i would love to!! again ty for being patient with me i am working on a couple drafts rn so i hope to have a fic out by this weekend. i love y’all 🤍🤍

[paigesbasketball]

A December to Remember

Paige x Reader Warnings: smut, cursing (i think) notes: I saw something similar to this months ago and though i would do a Christmas version.. Inspiration from: iceinmyveins on a03!

The holiday season was always a magical time of year. Snow fell softly, dusting the world in white, and the air was crisp with the chill of winter. But for you, this December felt especially full of surprises—and a little mischievous fun. Your girlfriend, Paige, had been teasing you with a mysterious “secret admirer” gift exchange that started on December 1st, and by now, you were fully caught up in the game.

It all began innocently enough: A small, beautifully wrapped gift appeared on your doorstep. You opened it to reveal a soft red scarf, the perfect shade to brighten up a cold winter day. A note attached simply said, “To make your days warmer.” You smiled, knowing that Paige had a playful side, and it felt just like something she’d do. But as the days went on, the gifts became more personal and more thoughtful. The 3rd brought a cozy blanket. On the 5th, a cute snow globe. On the 7th, a pair of fluffy socks that matched your style. Each one had a little note, each one a flirtatious tease.

By the time you hit December 12th, you were certain that Paige was behind it all. Her playful hints, the way the gifts reflected your tastes—there was no way it wasn’t her. You were thrilled and amused by it all. The mystery was exciting. But when you received another gift on the 14th—this one, a hand-knitted sweater—you knew Paige was stepping up her game.

But December 20th, the day before your team’s away game, brought even more confusion. You were in your hotel room with the rest of the team, preparing for the upcoming game when another gift arrived at your doorstep. You opened it quickly, expecting another thoughtful piece, and this time you found set of lingerie, a soft lavender. It wasn’t from Paige—was it? You still didn’t know, but now you were getting frustrated by the mystery. Had the gifts taken a wrong turn somewhere?

You decided it was time to talk to Paige about it, but there was no opportunity. The team was leaving for a series of games, and you were all holed up in a hotel for a few days. With a little time to kill before the evening’s game, you tried to ignore the strange gifts piling up, but your mind kept drifting back to them, trying to connect the dots.

The day of the game arrived, and the mystery surrounding the lingerie gift only deepened. You could feel your curiosity building. But before you could bring it up, you got another surprise. Paige wasn’t there when you returned to your room after the game, and there, on your bed, was a package. Another beautifully wrapped gift. You opened it to find a another set of lingerie. This one, a deep wine-red, more elaborate than the others, with delicate lace details. Your stomach did a flip.

You froze for a second before reading the attached note: “For when you’re ready. Merry Christmas.” It was signed with a small heart, the handwriting that didnt look fully like Paige’s. Your heart skipped a beat. The note sent a clear message—this was something more intimate, something that meant more than just a playful joke.

As you sat there holding the gift, the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, but confusion clouded your mind. Was this part of a larger surprise? Or was it a mistake in the grand plan? You were starting to feel overwhelmed and unsure of how to approach Paige with this gift.

“Hey, I got another gift from my secret admirer,” you said lightly, trying to gauge her reaction. Playing a cat and mouse game with her had to be one of the best aspects of your relationship

Paige's eyes narrowed almost immediately, a slight flicker of confusion crossing her face. She didnt sent you your gift today…atleast not yet…“Another one? What did they send this time?” Her voice was tight, and you could tell she wasn’t as playful as usual.

You hesitated for a moment before showing her the lingerie. “This came today… from my secret admirer.” You grinned, waiting for her reaction. But instead of a teasing smile, Paige’s face turned red with frustration.

“What the hell is this?” she demanded, her voice rising slightly. “I did not send this. Who the fuck sent you this? She paced in frustration, her hand rubbing her temples. 

You blinked, a little stunned by her outburst. “Wait, what do you mean? You didn’t send it?”

“No!” she snapped. “I mean, i sent the others and I had a plan, and it wasn’t supposed to go like this. This wasn’t my idea! I don’t even want to know who did this, but clearly, someone is messing with me, and I’m pissed.”

You were taken aback by how upset she was. You had expected teasing and maybe some playful jealousy, but not this level of frustration. “Okay, so you didn’t do it. Who do you think it is?”

Paige took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. “I don’t know. Maybe the team? They’ve been way too interested in my secret admirer game. I’ll bet they’re behind this.”

You frowned. “So, the lingerie…?”

“It wasn’t supposed to happen like this,” Paige muttered, her face flushed with both anger and embarrassment. “I had something sweet planned for you, not… this mess.” She glanced over at the lingerie, then back at you. “But now? I’ll make them pay. I’ll find out who did this, and when I do, they’re going to regret it.”

You sat there, still processing the sudden change in tone. “What are you going to do?” you asked, half-amused, half-nervous.

Paige smirked, her anger quickly turning to a devious grin. “Oh, I’m not going to let them off easy. I’ll make them pay for messing with my plans.”

The next day, you were all gathered at the hotel, preparing for the evening game, when Paige finally confronted the team. They were lounging in the lobby, clearly relaxed from their day off, when she stormed up to them, her eyes narrowed with determination.

“Alright, which one of you idiots thought it’d be funny to send my girlfriend lingerie?” Paige demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.

The team members exchanged confused glances, trying to figure out if she was joking or genuinely angry. One of them, kk , raised her hand sheepishly. “Yeah, uh, sorry. We thought it would be funny.”

Paige’s eyes darkened. “Oh, it was funny, huh?” She smiled, but it wasn’t a nice smile. “Well, i can do something funny too.”

The team members laughed nervously, clearly unsure of what was coming. “What do you mean?”

Paige’s grin only widened. “You’ll see.”

Later that night, after the game had ended and everyone was winding down, Paige led you into her room. “I got my payback,” she said, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. “And you won’t believe how. Let’s just say, they won’t forget this for a while.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “How so?”

Paige walked over to you, her eyes full of affection and something darker—playful and a little wicked. “Let’s just say they’ll be hearing of you tonight,” she whispered, before pulling you close and kissing you deeply.

She moved down to kissing your neck and sheds you of your clothes leaving you bare in front of her.. After she asks you to change into the lingerie that the team has so graciously given you. 

Once you emerge from the bathroom she stares at you with a mix of hunger and a wicked as a small smile forms on her mouth. “You’ll help me with my prank won’t you honey” she says forming hickies on your neck, and rubbing the soft flesh of your breasts through the lace making my npples peak. “ I- umm do you think the team-” I was cut off with my own gasp as paige starts to rub the little nub of my clit. Whimpers fill the room as I try to be quiet and considerate to the team members in the hotel room next door. Little did I know thats what paige wanted. 

She takes the hand that clamps over my mouth and the one that bunches her shirt and holds them in one hand of her own proving how bigger she is than me. My knees buckle as she shoves two fingers into my heat moving back and forth a couple time before she picks me up by the back of my thighs and throws me on the bed.

The next few hours passed in a blur of lovemaking and teasing moments between you and Paige. It was a Christmas to remember. When the team finally found out what Paige had done to get her revenge, they all knew better than to ever mess with her again. But it was clear: Paige had won this round—and she had made sure to end it with, a playful victory, and a promise that the best gifts were yet to come.

I do not usually write smut so i apologize for this....

-Caty Writes

[slutzforbueckers]

Glasses stay on- p.b x fem!reader

pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

warnings: smut

synopsis: making paige keep her glasses on while you eat her out. (inspired by that tt of her and kk at the soccer game)

a/n: ok i didn’t know how to end this. anyways, some bottom!paige appreciation!!!

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you sat on the edge of the bed watching paige finish getting ready, your legs semi spread as you leaned back on your elbows. she had plans to go see a soccer game with her teammates and insisted you went with her but you didn’t feel like the social interaction. paige stood at the full body mirror slightly bent forward as she smoothed her hands over her hair. she wore a plain white tee, which she planned on putting her USA hoodie over, and a pair of grey sweats.

she stood up straight and looked herself over, something was missing from the outfit. she turned around and looked around the room before her eyes landed on her pair of glasses sitting on your nightstand. swiftly moving to grab them, she slid them on her face and turned to look at you.

“how do i look?” she asked, walking to stand in between your spread legs. you sat up straight and placed your hands on the back of her thighs, looking up with her with low eyes as you took in her appearance.

“you look good, p. really good.”

paige noticed that look you had in your eyes and leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. when she tried to pull away you put your hand on the back of her head and kept her against you as you deepened the kiss. she didn’t fight you, instead she lowered herself down to your lap. your hands slid up to grab her hips and pull her more into your lap as you laid back.

it didn't take long before her hips were starting to rock against you and you helped her get a steady pace by guiding her with your hands. once she did you ran your hands up her sides and wrapped your hand in her ponytail with your right hand, slightly tugging at her hair.

you caught her bottom lip between your teeth as you started to pull away, earning a soft groan from the girl above you. you opened your eyes to look at her, biting your own lip at the blush that spread across her cheeks. it only took that one small noise to leave her before you were flipping her over and hovering over her, almost immediately starting to kiss down her jawline.

"wait, wh-what time is it?" paige groaned, her hands coming to grasp at your shirt as she felt you start to suck a small bruise at the base of her throat. you mumbled a quick 'i don't know' and went back to marking her up. paige spread her legs around your waist and reached into her pocket to grab her phone, turning her head to the side and holding it up to check the time. "shit, i have to meet them in like... 20 minutes."

you lifted your head to look at her, a smirk creeping onto your lips. "i only need five, you know that."

"yeah, okay." paige rolled her eyes at your arrogance, dropping her phone down beside her head. you raised your eyebrows and sat up straight.

"are you doubting my abilities?"

“maybe.” she was teasing you, she knew damn well you could make her cum in just five minutes, probably even less. she loved challenging you though, she got a kick out of it.

that was all you needed before you were sliding off the bed and pulling her ankles until she was at the edge of the bed, paige yelped in surprise at the sudden movement. you yanked her sweatpants and boxers down, tossing them to the side, and dropping to your knees.

you let out a small breath at the sight of her glistening pussy, she was already wet and you had barely laid a hand on her. you wasted no time in leaning forward and gliding your tongue through her folds, humming at the taste of her.

paige let out a soft gasp and her eyes nearly rolled back as you placed a chaste kiss on her puffy clit. you closed your lips around her clit and gently sucked, causing her eyes to roll back a low moan to roll off her tongue. you hummed in satisfaction and added your fingers to the mix, pressing two at her entrance and pushing in without warning.

paige mewled at the stretch of her cunt, she tried to keep her eyes open but it was getting harder and harder to focus on anything other than the way your tongue traced her clit and your fingers moved against her slick walls. her head was starting to spin, her heart starting to thump loudly against her chest, and all she could think about was the feeling of you.

“fuck- oh shit right there. don’t stop, fuck baby, m’so close.” she whined, her hand flying down to grab at your hair when she felt the tip of your fingers brush against that spot.

the way her moans got louder pushed you to work harder, grinning against her cuz you knew it was only a matter of time before she was dripping down your palm. her hips rutted against your face and her thighs tried to close around your shoulders, she was right there and you could feel it in the way her cunt closed in on your fingers and she had gotten insanely wet.

“please, oh my- please, please!” she wasn’t sure what she was begging for, her mind was completely blank. all she knew was that she was being thrown over the edge and she didn’t want you to stop. her head thrashed to the side as the pleasure hit its peak, crashing down on her like a tidal wave. paige’s back arched off the bed and she tightened her grip on your hair, pulling you against her. “i’m cumming— fuck, oh my gosh!”

you worked her through the pleasure, humming against her a few times and eventually you slowed your fingers to a stop. for a second all she could do was lay there, breathing heavily as she came back to her senses. as she caught her breath, she looked down at you, her eyes half-lidded and hazy.

you met her eyes and drunkenly smiled at her, the bottom half of your face wet with her juices. paige laughed and shook her head, pushing your forehead gently. you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

“how was that?” you asked as you stood up, turning around and heading straight for the bathroom so you could get something to clean her up before she left. you grabbed a wash cloth and wet it with warm water, ringing it out and heading back to clean her up.

paige bit her bottom lip as she watched you. she loved the aftermath the most, you were always beyond gentle with her. she knew that if she had more time you would have ran her a bath and taken good care of her.

“it was good, really good.” she smiled. you hummed and nodded you head, tossing the cloth in your laundry basket and picking up her boxers and sweatpants. she stood up and let you help her get back dressed.

once she was fully dressed and presentable, she grabbed her phone and hoodie. you walked her to the door and watched as she slid her shoes on.

“make sure you check in, please.” you handed paige her car keys and pulled her into a hug, kissing her lips briefly.

“you know i will.

[cosmopretty]

Possessive

paige bueckers x fem smut

warnings: strap, choking, dacryphilia, degrading, fingering PURE SMUT

Paige’s body hovers above you her hand holding your neck “You really thought you could go a flirt with some guy and get away it” she says her eyes dark as they bore into you. Her hand tightened around your throat “Answer me” she demands forcing you to look at her.

“I’m not yours Paige we’re not dating” You respond to her, you knew you were pushing her limits too far tonight, but you didn’t care.

Her brows raise and her hand lets go of your throat and without a word she rips your pants and panties off throwing them to the side before ripping your shirt off. Both of her hands pull your legs apart “You are mine and you always will be” she whispered before shoving her ring and index finger inside of you abruptly, without letting you get prepared. Your legs squeezed together in shock and she moves her fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out of you relentlessly.

She speeds up her fingers her other hand moving to hold your legs apart. Tears fill your eyes at the stretch her fingers are causing, Paige’s eyes soften looking at you before remembering how you grabbed that guys arm, whispered in his ear. It drove her crazy you were hers, no one could touch you the way she could, no one could talk to you the way she could, you were all hers.

You moan, you jaw falling slack, head tilting back against the pillow “Fu-fuck I can’t take it” Paige shakes her head at your words pouting at you.

“You can take it” she whispers moving closer to you, her breath hot against your ear. She kisses your neck sucking on the soft skin, leaving big purple hickeys where her lips go.

Your core tightens, your breathing picking up as you pull on Paige’s hair, causing her to move away from your neck. She stares at you her hand letting go of your leg coming up to your neck again squeezing. Your lungs beg for air and she stares at your squirming, and whining under her for a moment before letting go slightly, letting you breathe but not letting go of your neck.

“Cum for me now” She demands, she could read you like a book, she knew when you were about to cum before you even did.

Your legs shake as the band in your stomach snaps, your juices flowing down hand but she doesn’t stop her pace. You whine pushing at her arm to make her stop “no more” you moan out the overstimulation making your legs shake.

Paige keeps her fingers inside of you before abruptly pulling away from you, hopping off the bed and going to the closet. You catch your breath on the bed, your eyes closing tiredness overcoming your body.

Before you can think Paige’s comes back over, strap hanging off her hips, she grabs your hips with both her hands flipping you over. She pulls you back against her, one of her hands coming to your back pushing you down to arch. You whine trying to get up with your hands but she pushes you back down “Nu uh gotta make sure you never pull a stunt like this again baby” she tells you positioning herself at your entrance, teasing you with the strap.

It rubs up and down your clit, through your folds. Paige coats it with your slick before pushing inside of your bottoming out fully in one thrust. You moan loudly biting the pillow under your head to quiet yourself “You can take it baby come on” she mutters before pulling her hips back just to snap them back into you, filling you completely. You squeeze around her as your hands holding the pillow so tight your knuckles turn white.

She thrusts into you over and over her pace merciless “Your a dumb little slut huh all you needed was my attention yeah, now you got it baby” she whispers to you her hand coming up to grab you by the neck pulling you back against her.

Your back lays against your chest and she chokes you, her head coming down to your ear “Say it say your my little slut” Paige whispers in your ear her breath fanning your neck.

Her hips don’t stop the pace, the strap rubs against her clit perfectly getting her off.

“I’m- I-Im” You try to say stuttering, before getting interrupted by your own moans. Paige pouts at you kissing your neck “Come on baby you can do it” she encourages you squeezing your neck slightly.

Breathing heavily you mumble the words she wanted to hear, but it didn’t please her in the slightest “Louder baby come on” she demands pushing the strap in and out of you faster, her fingers digging into your hip, which you knew would leave marks later.

“I’m yours- your slut P” You say tears steaming down your cheeks, your stomach tightening. She smiles slightly before pushing you down on the bed, her hand in your head shoving your face in the pillow “So pretty when you cry” Paige mutters.

She shoves the strap faster into you, not wanting to please you anymore only herself. You moan biting down on the pillow once again your hip burning from how hard she was gripping it.

Paige’s stomach tightens as she groans “Fuck baby come on” she says pushing herself harder onto the strap causing it shove harder into your gummy walls. You cry out “No more no more” you sob into the pillow your legs shaking as you cum for a second time. She ignores you and counties pushing herself onto the strap as it hits her clit, she cums on the strap moaning before falling limp on top of you.

Her body weight crushes you before you tap her a few times and she gets off of you laying down next to you.

You turn over and lay on your back, your legs non stop shaking as tears stain your cheeks. Paige wipes your tears holding your cheek in her hand she makes you turn your head to look at her “Your mine okay say it” she says her eyes softening as she looks at you wanting confirmation.

“I’m yours Paige all yours” You whisper looking into her pretty blue eyes. She nods and kisses you softly, a complete contrast to how she was treating you minutes ago. You were hers no matter what, even if you didn’t want to be.

[bdbueckers]

ballin' pt.2 | p.b

"i just finished on you, i just did it on you"

paring: paige bueckers x fem!reader

warnings: smut, fluff, dom!paige, sex, strap usage, dirty talk, hair pulling, oral (both receiving.. partially), spanking, squirting, gets a little sappy at the end ofc, if i missed anything feel free to lmk!

word count: 2.5k

summary: your girlfriend reminds you just how much she loves you and only you.

author's note: pt.2 is here! i hope it ends up being everything y'all hoped for, if not more. feedback is appreciated as always and feel free to send asks with regards to this fic or maybe even something else you think i could write. alright, enough yapping from me..enjoy! x (once again if you hate it do NAWT fucking tell me)

read the first part here

“we’re not even close to done. strip.” 

she looks up at you, demanding, anticipating. already ridding herself of the rest of her clothes.

reaching behind you undo the knot at the nape of your neck. your dress falls, finally revealing your top half completely. paige leans up to attach her mouth to one of your nipples, always quick to give them her undivided attention. 

“every part of you is so perfect baby, fuck.” she moans, mouth open and her tongue out circling your hardened buds.

your hand holds the back of her head, pushing her farther into your cleavage. your head lulls back, mouth open in a silent moan at the feeling of her hot mouth on your skin and the cool air that follows when she switches from right to left.

paige slides to the edge of the bed, forcing you to stand so the rest of your dress could fall, pooling at your feet. she pulls her head back from your chest and her eyes are met with you fully naked for the first time tonight. 

your heart hammers in your chest as she eyes from head to toe, her bottom lip between her teeth when she catches a glimpse of your folds. placing a hand under her chin you lean down to bring your lips to hers once more. almost as if for good measure, ensuring that this moment was real. when you stand again you already see her reaching towards your bedside table for a certain detachable piece of silicone.

“p, can i help you put it on?” you utter, voice lower than you realized.

with a slight nod she beckons you closer, but not before stopping you a few inches from her with an extended hand on your hip.

“on your knees.” 

not even needing her to finish saying all three words you dropped down, eye to eye with the harness and strap in her hands. grabbing it from her you begin to secure it. stopping when it was on her, you trail languid kisses up and down her upper thighs and hips, hands sliding up her abs and resting just underneath the curve of her tits. 

with a hand on the side of your face she forces you to look up at her.

“i’m getting impatient.”

“oh and you were talking about me earlier?” you asked, leaving another kiss on her lower stomach right above the strap harness.

“how about you put your mouth to work on my shit instead of running it so much, hmm?” paige grabs you by the crown of your head. not even waiting for an answer from you.

wetting your lips you wrap them around the tip, moaning at weight on your tongue. gradually taking more of “her” in your mouth you make the mistake of looking up to gauge any reactions she might be having. she’s already looking back at you.

forcing your head down until your nose meets her stomach and you’re gagging she begins to rut into your mouth a little, relishing in the gurgling noises coming from you.

“fuck, that’s right baby. get it wet.” she hisses, only throwing her head back momentarily before gazing down at you again.

paige and her strap were almost inseparable. any time she got the opportunity to fuck you with it, it became an extension of her. if you hadn’t known any better you’d think that she could actually feel it. that’s just how she was.

“hmm, i think that’s enough?” she questions, a smirk painting her lips. with her hand now on your ponytail she’s tugging you off of her cock. you whine a little as you feel drool slipping past your lips and dripping down your chin slightly.

“if this shit was really mine i’d cum all over your face right now,” paige starts.

she can see how you press your thighs together even tighter, your clit begging for some kind of attention.

“i know you’d look perfect. you’re already sucking me off like your life depends on it, imagine you covered in my cum.” 

“p…baby please” you huff, already wet all over again and ready to be filled to the brim.

“you know i like it when you beg.” she says, roughly bringing you to your feet with that same hand holding onto your hair. as soon as you’re standing you're pushed on to the bed again. you don’t even need her to tell you before you’re on your hands and knees with your ass in the air.

you hear her take in a sharp breath before you feel her hand come down on your ass, the now lubricated tip teasingly rubbing up and down your sopping wet cunt. you almost fall right into your stomach at the contact, letting out a mix of a whine and a groan.

she leans down, her chest pressed against your back as she uses her hand to continue dragging the strap through your folds.

“c'mon baby, gotta tell me how bad you want it.” she whispers in your ear.

instinctively pushing back into her you huff a bit, knowing that you needed to say something because she absolutely would drag this out.

“paige, fuck– please i need it, i wanna feel you so bad, i need you inside me now.”

“more.”

oh my god.

“nobody fucks me like you do baby, i’ve been thinking about this all night, please”

“you sound so pretty like this princess.” you can almost hear the grin in her voice.

as your brain registers the praise you feel her roll her hips forward, immediately bottoming out.

your jaw goes slack and you feel like you could scream but the lack of air in your lungs from the sharp breath you’ve just taken in makes it a little hard.

“shit, look at how you’re sucking me in already.” she groans, eyes never leaving your pussy as it swallows her inch by inch.

it doesn’t even take her a few strokes before she has one hand gripping tightly onto your hip and another pressing down on your shoulder blades to keep your back arched. she’s plowing into you at this point.

you can’t control the noises that leave you. from the squelching of your pussy and whatever manages to come out of your mouth it's all extremely lewd, the thought of how loud you’re being never crosses your mind.

“tell me how it feels.” she demands.

you try to speak but the only thing that comes out of your mouth is a whine as you face plant into the mattress.

not going for that paige grabs onto your ponytail, yanking you back until your body is pressed against hers. her thrusts don’t still or slow.

“am i fucking you dumb baby? better say something or i’ll stop.” she pants into your ear, tonguing your earlobe.

“mmm– it feels so good p, please don’t stop!” you yelp, as she releases her hold on you pushing you down into the mattress, somehow pumping into you faster.

“i can’t. believe. you. think. i. would. ever. want. to. fuck. somebody. else.” she says, punctuating each word with a thrust into your leaking hole, each stroke surprisingly feeling deeper than the last.

she brings down a hand to your clit, making tight circles upon contact.

“paige!” you gasp, reaching back to attempt to get a hand on her stomach to disrupt her thrusts. she immediately moves it away, smacking her lips together.

“you wanted it, so take it. don’t ever try to push me away.” she mutters, one hand now holding yours behind your back.

your chest is burning from how hard you’re breathing, your throat dry because you can’t keep your mouth closed, drool pooling beneath you on the duvet.

paige uses her free hand to deliver a quick slap to your clit, causing you to produce a moan that’s borderline pornographic. 

she watches you clench around her.

“you liked that?” she lets out almost mocking you.

“yes, oh my god–YES”

your feel her fingers on your clit again and you screw your eyes shut. 

“p, you'resogood–shit please don’t stop, i’m gonna cum!” your words now slurred together.

“i bet you are. c’mon, give it to me.” she moans, getting off on the sight of you like this.

paige doesn’t let up and soon you’re panting ridiculously fast as you feel static from your head to your toes, creaming her strap.

“oh baby, look at you…so messy.” paige groans, slowing her thrusts to get you through your high but never coming to a complete stop. just milking you.

after a few more delicate thrusts paige pulls out of you and watches your hole clench and unclench, muttering a breathy “fuck” from behind you.

she helps you roll onto your side to catch your breath as you collapse. you can’t help but grin to yourself like an idiot. you feel her peppering feather light kisses all over your forehead, cheeks, and down your neck as you relish in the feeling of your orgasm. 

“i do remember you sayin' sumn about how you wanted to fuck me until you pass out...” you hear from the foot of the bed.

lifting your head slightly you see her reaching out to grab your ankles and pull you towards the foot of the bed once more.

“what are you–“

“let me clean up the mess you made.” 

your eyes go wide as paige spreads your legs rather gently placing kiss after kiss to both your inner thighs, her veiny hands firm in their hold on you to ensure that you can’t squirm out of her reach. 

your breathing is airy and uneven again when you feel her getting closer and closer to your cunt, obviously still covered in cum.

“paige, i don’t know if i can–“

“you can. and you will. one more and then i’m done with you…for tonight.” she responds, not entertaining the idea of you getting out of this.

her breath is hot, hovering over you. you weakly lift yourself only your elbows to watch as her tongue wets her bottom lip and juts out once more to lick up your pussy from your leaking hole to your clit. 

you gasp loudly, your head falling to one shoulder. paige’s eyes are low as she holds eye contact with you for a second. she moans and they immediately shut when she tastes you.

she sucks your clit between her lips before circling her tongue around it a few times, you moan and your legs threaten to clamp shut around her head but her hands are there to pry them wide open again. 

you let yourself fall off of your elbows, chest heaving and you let out a whimper when she pumps her tongue into your hole. 

 you’re so sensitive this brings tears to your eye. you reach down and tangle your hands in her hair that’s a mess now, vastly contrasting how it looked earlier in the night. you think about pushing her head away but as much as it hurts it feels so good.

you feel greedy almost. already chasing your third orgasm of the night.

pulling back from her assault on your clit paige uses two fingers to circle your hole teasingly and then spread your folds. she gathers all of the saliva in her mouth before pursing her lips and spitting onto your cunt, connecting her mouth to you again shaking her head from side to side.

your eyes roll back into your head and a noise leaves your mouth, half a moan and half a sob. 

“shit–baby i’m close please don’t stop”

using the same hand that was just in you, paige reaches up to pinch one of your nipples. her mouth never faltering in motion.

this sends you over the edge. covering her hand with yours you’re screaming her name as tears roll down your cheeks. your back arches off of the bed as paige’s tight grip holds you down.

your eyes are so far into the back of your head that you think you see white for a second. then your stomach is tight and you get a sudden and overwhelming urge to pee. 

that’s not what’s happening.

paige’s mouth is wide open as you squirt, covering her chin, her chest, and the sheets beneath you. if you had the mental capacity to give a fuck you’d be a little shocked but right now it didn’t matter.

you can’t help but sob uncontrollably now, your pussy worn out and the rest of your body exhausted as well. paige disconnects herself from your lower half and is quick to hover over you kissing away any tears that continue to fall. she’s cooing in your ear in admiration, still a bit in awe herself.

“shh, it’s okay. you did so good for me baby, took it like a fucking champ.” she whispers, laying beside you whilst laying an arm over your midsection as you begin to calm down.

you’re nothing but a sniffling mess but you try to pry your eyes open and you get a slight glimpse into the same blue ones that got you in this position.

leaning in paige places the softest kiss possible on your lips. you kiss back with the last bit of energy you have left before taking a deep breath as everything around you fades.

you don’t know how much time passes but when you blink back to consciousness you’ve been wiped down and you’re wearing clean clothes. your head rests on paige’s chest and her fingers trace shapes into the skin that’s exposed at your hip with your shirt ridden up. 

turning your head slightly, careful not to disturb paige as you can tell she’s in and out of sleep herself.

“look who finally decided to wake up,” she teases, “i got a little scared when your eyes closed and didn’t open again but when i realized you actually did pass out i had to stop myself from laughing.”

in disbelief you smack your lips and push at her chest, “you’re fucking ridiculous.” you say before also letting out a chuckle of your own at the irony of the situation. 

“no, it seems like i…fuck ridiculous.” 

“there’s no way you’re dead ass right now.”

“oh but i am.”

ignoring the way you roll your eyes she pulls you closer to her with the same hand that was already on your hip. kissing your forehead and resting her head atop yours. 

“thank you for tonight,” she whispers, grinning when you instinctively lift one leg to wrap around her waist, getting as close and comfortable as possible.

“i should be thanking you,” you begin to respond before yawning and burying your head into the crook of her neck. “tonight was perfect, i don't think i've ever cum that hard in my life.”

"you're welcome, you know i'm always at your service."

chuckling again in disbelief you gaze up at her one more time.

“i love you.”

"and i love you. only you, forever and always you. never forget it.'

you both finally shut your eyes and the night ends somehow better than you could’ve possibly imagined. you’re fed, fucked out, and quite literally wrapped in love.

[luvzpagie]

paige folding you like a pretzel 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨..

since paige has a advantage with being stronger and all sorts, she can easily manhandle you— don’t get me wrong she loves doing it.

especially when she’s deep inside you. her arms wrapped around your thighs pushing them back impossibly farther, the sounds of your sweet moans and pussy gushing motivated paige even more.

you always ended up with your arms above you and your legs almost behind your head. your whines got louder whenever she would slow her strokes, making them more sensual.

her free hand would wrap around your throat, sometimes tightening her grip slightly. her head dipping down to suck your hardened nipple.

as you got closer, paige’s thumb circled your bud. your body twitched at the sensation. your cunt ached for a release, she went deeper and harder as you leaked onto her strap and sheets. her hands still wrapped around your thighs.

note: i’m backkk after like two months lmao

[yailtsv]

Milestones - p.b

Sum: short milestones with your daughter

Warnings: fluff

Note: I don’t know if I like this, I might delete and rewrite later 🥲 requested by @melpthatsme

Pair: stepmom!Paige x mom!Gfreader

Wc: 1.5k

You and Paige have now been dating for 4 years, you guys met when your baby girl was 4 months old and you were just a month single.

Your baby daddy isn’t in either of your lives since you left him as he…isn’t the best person to be around. Meeting Paige and getting into a relationship with her was all new to you. She treated you like a Queen, she spoiled you and your daughter, she didn’t make you get up at 3-4 in the morning to clean - actually she let you sleep in until how ever late you wanted - taking care of your daughter while you slept, she didn’t make you cook when you didn’t feel like it, she didn’t make you go out and do her errands for her. All like your ex did, instead you both took 50/50 on everything and that was new to you. You’ve only had two exs but those two exes? Most terrible things to exist.

Not only was the way of your guy’s relationship new to you but also dating a girl is new to you. You’ve only ever been with guys so everything was a learning process that Paige was happy to help with.

She’s loved your daughter like she was her own since you introduced them and she’s been the greatest figure to be in Gracie’s life since. She always wants to read books to her, take her to practice, film TikTok’s with her, she loves being a parental figure to Grace even if she’s not biologically her mom.

She’s been there for every milestone - something your baby daddy can’t say. Her first steps,

You and Paige were laying cuddled up on the couch watching Grace crawl on the floor adventuring and messing with things, “thank you for letting me be a part of her life” Paige mumbles into your ear making you look up at her face “thank you for letting us be in your life” you say holding eye contact with her

She just smiles a little bit and leans in kissing you on your lips, you guys pull away after a few seconds and turn back to watching grace - the only difference from then and now is that she’s now standing up on her feet holding the table under the tv.

You and Paige both gasp a little immediately sitting up wondering if todays the day she takes her first steps - she’s been standing up for the last 4 days but she would plop down a little bit after - something she hasn’t done yet.

“Come here baby, come to mama” you say in your overly excited baby voice clapping your hands so her attention is on you. Which does work - her eyes find you and Paige and she immediately has a cheeky smile on her face

Paige gets up from the couch walking to the kitchen and grabbing some baby snacks the grace likes and sits down on the carpet leaving a big gap in between her and grace

“C’mere princess, I have your treats” Paige starts bribing making you laugh but also get off the couch and sit next to Paige

When Grace sees you together and the treats she lets go of the table and starts taking a few steps, making you and Paige cheer

“That’s it, good job baby, c’mere” Paige says holding out both her hands one holding the snacks and one free

Grace immediately grabs her hand with snacks and starts eating them while Paige pulls her to sit on her lap so she doesn’t lose balance

Her first words,

It was gonna be a late practice for Paige and the team so you decided to make some snack bags for them and drive to gampel to give them their bags, so that’s what you’ve been doing for the last 3 1/2 hours.

Making goodies and putting them in baggies while grace happily bounces away in her bouncer while watching bluey.

After you had everything bagged and put in a container to easily carry you loaded up the car and put Grace in her car seat - driving to gampel and going to the practice gym. Geno loves you and Grace so when he sees you walk in he calls for a 5 minute break allowing everyone to see you and grace.

Paige walks over to you and kisses you before going to the front of the stroller and folding the blanket back so she can see Grace “hi Gracie baby” Paige says in her baby voice picking Grace up and holding her to her front

All of the girls huddle around you guys all just talking and laughing, Paige passed Grace off to Caroline letting her hold Grace while paige went back you and brought you into her side “how was your day?” Paige asked you while the other girls we’re talking and gushing over Gracie

“Good, I spent the last few hours baking” Paige just turned her head to look at you “oh yeah? Baking what?”

“Cookies and brownies. I made you guys all baggies.” You say holding up one of the baggies from the container in the stroller to show Paige

She grasps the bag opening it and looking inside “aww baby you didn’t have to do this” Paige says bringing you closer into her side and kissing you on the forehead “I wanted to. I knew it was going to be a late practice and Gracie wanted to see you” you say into her side looking up at her

She just leans down and kisses you but you guys get interrupted “ma…mama”

You both immediately look at Gracie seeing she’s holding her hands out for both of you while the UConn girls have gone quiet and was also just looking at Gracie

Her first day of kindergarten,

You and Paige were already up at 6 in the morning because you both were nervous for Gracie’s first day of kindergarten even though you guys didn’t have to leave until 7:30

“What if the kids don’t like her and bully her?” you say starting to chew on your nails

“Babe, baby hey” Paige says walking up to you and taking your hand from your mouth holding them in hers “the kids will like her and even if they don’t who cares what they think? If they start bullying her we’ll file a complaint ok? She’s gonna do just fine” Paige says pulling you into her arms and kissing you on the forehead

Eventually once time passed it was time for kindergarten, Paige got Gracie dressed and ready while you made breakfast, while she was eating the eggs and sausage you made her - you where packing her lunch while paige was packing her backpack

Once everything was done you and paige both grabbed all of your stuff and all of Gracie’s and headed out to the car. Paige was driving to the elementary school and then was gonna drop you off at your building and then head to the gym. You were trying not to cry the whole way to the elementary and paige noticed like she always does, and put her hand on your thigh rubbing her thumb in comforting circles.

When you guys got to the school you both got out with Paige grabbing Graces bag while you unbuckle her and set her on the ground

“Alright baby, be good and have a good day alright?” She just nods and hugs you and then hugs Paige

You and Paige both talked to her teacher that was standing outside before letting Gracie leave into the building with her.

Paige immediately pulls you into a hug once she knows Gracie can’t see you both anymore

“She’s gonna be fine”

Or when shot her first basketball

Paige has been trying to teach Gracie basketball for the last 3 days now, it’s only taken this long because Paige is letting her confidence speak rather than her soft maternal voice speak and that’s causing so much confusion for the toddler

Currently Paige has been trying to teach her defense - trying to go easy on Gracie as there is a gaint height difference…obviously

But once she realized that wasn’t working started trying to teach her to shoot, making Gracie stand on a diy free throw area

“Alright bend your knees and put your arms like this” Paige says moving Gracie’s arms in the position they should be in

“Alright now shoot” Paige says stepping away from Gracie and watching her jump up and release the ball, watching it make its way to the small plastic basketball hoop you guys have in the living room

“Yesss” Paige cheer’s running up to Gracie and picking her up and starts ticking her “you just shot your first basket”

Paige is running around with Gracie in her arms cheering and smiling and Gracie is laughing away in her arms, you just watch them lovingly from the couch.

So you couldn’t care less about your baby girl growing up without a father because she has Paige, and yes Paige isn’t her father but she is an amazing mother to Gracie. So what that she has two moms. She’s learning way more with two moms then she would’ve with just one mom and a deadbeat father.