#paige bueckers x fem!reader
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
slutzforbueckers · 1 day ago
Note
something with paige being away from the reader and the reader starts sending risky messages. then when paige is back she’s needy and shit (preferably not like aggressive but intimate with praising and maybeee something to do with her abs)
missed you— p.b x fem!reader
Tumblr media
pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader
warnings: smut
synopsis: while paige was away you decided to send her risky messages, making her needy for you when she got home.
♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧
the apartment felt emptier without paige in it. she had been gone for a week- an away game that took her across the country, leaving you alone in the bed that usually felt too small with both of you tangled in it but now with her gone it felt too big. at first, you handled the distance just fine, telling yourself over and over that she would be back before you knew it.
paige called every night, sometimes facetiming when she had the chance between practice and team meetings, flashing that tired but genuine smile that made your chest tighten with love and admiration. you loved those conversations, even the ones where she was too tired to form a coherent sentence—even though it made you miss her more.
as the days went by, you started to miss her more and more. you missed her, not just in the way that made your chest ache at night, but in a way that left your skin too hot, your thoughts wandering, your body missing the way she touched you. more often than not you’d find yourself in the privacy of your own room with your hands between your legs, fingers deep inside your cunt with her name rolling off your tongue like a prayer.
so, you did what you did best, you started to tease her. you started with simple texts, just expressing how much you missed her. you’d say things like “you look so good on camera, p.” or “i can’t wait till you’re home.”
eventually, you started to get more risky. you waited until after the game was over and she was doing press to send her a picture of your tits spilling out the top of the lingerie dress she loved. it took her a few minutes to see it but when she did you saw the three dots appear and disappear before she actually responded.
Paige
are you serious? im sitting next to coach
you chuckled, picturing her shifting uncomfortably in her seat with a blush spread across her cheeks, trying to pretend everything was fine. from there the messages had only got more explicit. when she text you to say she was on the bus to go back to the hotel you sent her a video clip of you fingering yourself, whimpering her name and wishing it was her. she was glad she took a seat at the very back of there bus, alone.
now, you were waiting patiently in bed with a purple silk nightgown on. paige had text you just an hour ago to say she was on her way home.
the sound of keys jingling outside the door made your stomach flip. you excitedly jumped out of bed and rushed out your bedroom, making it to the front door just as she opened it. her eyes found yours immediately, a smile forming on her lips. she set her bags down and closed the door behind her, only then noticing what you were wearing. “you look good.”
"dressed up just for you," you spoke, taking a step towards her and wrapping your arms around her shoulders. paige ran her hands down your sides and cupped your ass. you couldn't help but to lean into her, the feeling of her hands on your body caused a pool of heat to form in your stomach. “i missed you.”
"i missed you too." she murmured , leaning down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. paige brought her hands down to your thighs and tapped twice, silently telling you to jump. you wrapped your legs around her waist and deepened the kiss.
it wasn't rushed or frantic, but it wasn't gentle either. it wad deep, thorough, consuming in a way that had your skin burning with need. paige made her way to your bedroom and laid you down on the bed, pressing her body between your thighs.
a quiet sound slipped from your throat and paige groaned, running her hand up the side of your thigh. one of your hands slid up her back, fingers splaying between her shoulder blades, pressing her impossibly closer. paige kissed you like she was trying to consume you, and maybe she was.
when she finally pulled back, her lips barely brushed yours as she whispered, "you have no idea what you were doing to me, no idea how badly i wanted to be home so i could fuck you.”
your stomach fluttered at her words, the way her voice was full of need and desperation. “you’re home now.”
her lips were back on yours in a split second, her tongue slipping past your lips. you tugged at her shirt and she pulled away just long enough to get it over her head and off her body, along with her bra. your fingers traced the ridges of her abs, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.
paige noticed the way you looked at abs and smirked, an idea forming in her head. “ride ‘em.”
your eyes snapped to hers, making sure she said what you heard. paige laid down beside you and pulled you into her lap. she tugged you forward until you were sitting on her torso. you steadied yourself by placing your hands on her chest.
“are you sure?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. paige nodded her head quickly and ran her hands up your thighs, placing them on your hips.
“wait- take them off.” she hooked her fingers into the waistband of your panties and tugged at them. you let out a breathy laugh and helped her take them off. you let out a shaky breath when you cunt came in contact with her abs. paige noticed how hesitant you were and used her grip on your hips to rock you forward. eventually you got comfortable and started to grind down on her yourself. “that’s it. there you go, good girl.”
you couldn’t help but moan when she tensed her abs, your thighs squeezing around her as you started to rock your hips faster. paige could feel your slick on her skin and it was driving her crazy. you let out a shaky breath and leaned down to kiss her. you could feel yourself starting to unravel, your rhythm faltering.
“m’gonna cum, baby.” you whimpered. paige ran her hands under your nightgown and cupped your ass, starting to rock your hips for you. your thighs closed in on her, a moan falling from your lips as paige worked you through your orgasm.
"you did so good for me." paige murmured against your cheek, she ran her hand up your back and ran her fingers through your hair. you sat up and slid down her body to sit on her lap, not caring that you were probably leaving a wet patch on her sweats. you looked down at her stomach and saw the mess you made, your skin got hot with embarrassment.
"sorry about that." you gestured to her stomach. paige looked down at her stomach and laughed because she couldn't believe you actually thought she cared about having your cum on her. she shook her head and sat up on her elbows, biting her lip as she looked at you.
"clean it up." she nodded down. you paused for a moment, silent as you thought about it, before you moved off her lap and started to pull her sweats off. paige lifted her hips to help you get her bottoms off and laid back. you spread her legs and situated yourself between her thighs, leaning down and pressing your lips to her lower stomach.
she let out a shaky breath and watched as you stuck your tongue out and lick up to her abs. you hummed to yourself, tasting yourself on your tongue. paige’s legs fell apart, her breathing getting heavier the longer she watched you. you started to work your way back down, leaving a few hickey’s on the way.
“shit, keep going.” she groaned, bringing a hand down and placing it on your shoulder. she lightly nudged you down, making you glare up at her.
“so impatient.” you mumbled and shook your head. you placed your hands on her thighs and pushed them further apart. paige couldn’t care less that she was being impatient, not when you had been teasing her the whole time she was away knowing she couldn’t do anything about it.
“s’not my fault you’re a tease.” she rolled her eyes. you looked up at her one more time before lowering your head and wrapping your lips around her clit without warning. her hips jerked up when you started to suck and flick your tongue over her clit. paige’s breath hitched, a sharp gasp that melted into desperate whine.
she dropped down onto the mattress, her eyes closing as she let herself relax and feel you. you ran your tongue through the slick that had accumulated between her folds, moaning at the taste of her. “you taste so good, p.” you brought your hand up and ran your fingertips through her slit before pressing your middle finger into her.
“fuck—you’re so good, baby. just like that.” she moaned, her back arching off the bed. her hands gripped the sheets, then your hair, her nails grazing your scalp as she tugged you closer to her cunt. you added another finger and went back to focusing on her clit, flattening your tongue over the slick bundle of nerves.
paige’s moans had increased in volume, your name falling from her lips with a choked whine. you looked up at her and couldn’t help but moan at how wrecked she looked. her thighs started to close in on your head, her stomach tensing, and her breathing getting heavier. you pressed your fingers deeper, curling in the way you knew she liked.
“right there— m’gonna cum. so good for me, i love you so much.” she gasped, her grip on your hair tightened and she tried to pull you closer. her body stilled, every nerve igniting as bliss shattered through her, leaving her whining your name through ragged breaths.
you worked her through it, pressing your lips to the soft skin of her thighs as you slowed your fingers. her grip on your hair loosened and she relaxed back against the pillows. you pressed one last kiss to her thigh before pulling away and moving up her body.
you kissed the corner of her mouth gently before kissing her lips. paige hummed and used what strength she had to flip you over so she was on top. “your turn.”
♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧
a/n: this was supposed to have more to it but my brain went blank and i couldn’t write more. i’ll try to get something else out soon. 😔
432 notes · View notes
sweettu1ips · 2 days ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
PAIGE BUECKERS x FEM!READER
SYNOPSIS: In the quiet of dawn, two hearts race with unspoken desire, tangled in a dance of stolen kisses and electric touches. Every glance, every whisper, is a promise of something wild and irresistible.
WARNING(S): (18+) PURE SMUT W/ A LITTLE PLOT ⋮ oral (p!receiving) ⋮ fingering (r!receiving) ⋮ scissoring ⋮ multiple orgasms(?) ⋮ dom!reader + paige(ish) switch(?) ⋮ sub!reader(ish) ⋮ wlw ⋮ making-out ⋮ established relationship ⋮ poor azzi hearing everything ⋮that's it, I think... oh and a little less poetic + descriptive
WORD COUNT: 10.7 K [of pure smut? Yes, I need to touch grass..]
| MAIN MASTER LIST | MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (18+)
Tumblr media
THE SUN STIRRED ON THE HORIZON, spilling molten gold through the sheer curtains, painting the room in strokes of honey and fire. Dawn was still a fragile thing, clinging to the last breath of night. 
The world outside lay in hushed stillness—the usual symphony of footsteps, muffled laughter, and slamming doors silenced, as if the universe itself had paused. A whisper of chill lingered in the air, threading through the sheets, curling against my skin like a ghost of something once there.
Something—or someone—missing.
I stretched into the absence beside me, fingertips grazing empty sheets where warmth should’ve been, where she should��ve been. The realization sank in slow, an ache blooming in my chest. The familiar press of her body, the way she tucked herself against me like we were made to fit—gone.
A sigh unraveled from my lips, heavy with sleep, with longing. The bed cradled me like it wanted to keep me, lull me back into the dream I was still half-drifting through.
Then—
Ding. Ding. Ding.
The sound sliced through the quiet, sharp as a knife.
I groaned, dragging a hand over my face before fumbling blindly for my phone, its screen glowing harsh against the dim morning light. My eyes blinked against the blur of sleep until the words came into focus.
P. Boogs 💕: wake upppp pleaseeeee
P. Boogs 💕: meet me at the court
P. Boogs 💕: It’s urgent baby
I squinted, my drowsy brain tripping over itself. 6:30 AM. In the middle of summer.
What in the world could possibly be so urgent at this ungodly hour?
I didn’t need to think twice. Before I could even type a reply, I was already shoving the duvet off, the morning air licking cold against my skin. A groaned protest slipped past my lips as my bare feet met the floor, the wooden planks cool, grounding me in the reluctant truth of wakefulness.
And with that, I was moving.
Towards her.
Always towards her.
Morning clung to me like a second skin—heavy, stubborn, unwilling to let go. My movements were slow, sluggish, weighed down by the thick fog of exhaustion that wrapped around my limbs like a lead blanket.
 Each step felt like dragging myself through molasses, the kind of tired that settled deep in my bones, unwilling to be shaken.
I raked a hand through the tangled mess of my hair, my fingers snagging against strands that refused to cooperate.
A sigh, deep and weary, slipped past my lips as I blinked hard against the pale sliver of sunlight spilling through the blinds, intrusive and far too eager to greet me.
The fabric of my off-shoulder t-shirt sagged low against my collarbone, slipping farther down my arm with every sluggish step I took, a constant reminder of my reluctance to fully wake. The air hummed with the quiet stillness of a morning too early, too untouched—until it wasn’t.
“Mornin’, Sleeping Beauty.”
The voice—way too chipper for this ungodly hour, way too smug for its own good—sliced through the silence, yanking me forcefully into wakefulness.
I barely broke my slow, begrudging shuffle, but the smirk laced in KK’s words made my jaw tighten. There was a distinct kind of villainy in being this awake before the sun had fully stretched itself over the sky.
I turned, squinting blearily, finally registering the bright-eyed, fully functional, cereal-eating menace perched comfortably at the kitchen counter.
How the fuck was she awake?
It was summer. It was six-thirty in the goddamn morning. And yet there she sat—perfectly at ease, perfectly alert, perfectly wrong for existing at this hour.
Dressed in workout gear, sneakers already laced, grinning like she was in on some inside joke with the universe. One leg crossed over the other, a spoon twirling through her cereal like this was some casual Tuesday brunch and not an affront to my very existence.
I narrowed my eyes, the absurdity of the situation pressing down on me like an existential crisis. "How—why—what the fuck?"
KK only shrugged, utterly unfazed, popping a spoonful of cereal into her mouth with maddening nonchalance. "Some of us like to be productive, babe."
A groan clawed its way up my throat, dragging my hands over my face like that alone could shield me from the nightmare of reality. "You’re an actual menace."
"And you’re actually late," she countered, far too pleased with herself. "So hurry up and get your ass to the court before Paige comes in here to personally drag you out."
I exhaled sharply, rubbing my temples, the mention of Paige sending a sharp pang of irritation—and something else I wasn’t willing to name—through my chest. "She wouldn’t."
KK tilted her head, a single brow arched, amusement flickering in her gaze. "She would."
Unfortunately, she was right.
I dragged my feet toward the bathroom, muttering a string of creative expletives under my breath, each one dedicated to Paige, KK, and the cruel, godforsaken concept of early mornings.
This was not how I envisioned summer break.
But somehow, some way—Paige fucking Bueckers had turned 6:30 AM at the court into a sacred ritual, an unspoken vow, a battle I fought every morning.
And a war I lost every single time. The morning stretched itself thin, a fragile thing, draped in the hushed stillness of dawn. It clung to the air like a whisper, cool and lingering, curling against my skin as I moved through the motions of waking. Sleep still wove itself into my limbs, heavy, reluctant, but the world was already demanding my presence.
A breath. A stretch. A slow blink as the room sharpened into focus.
The chill of the faucet bit at my hands as I splashed cold water onto my face, rivulets slipping down my neck, shocking my system awake. I exhaled, slow and steady, watching the droplets tremble at the edge of my jaw before falling, disappearing into the porcelain below. My reflection stared back—half-dream, half-determined.
I dressed with practiced ease, each layer an armor against the early morning’s grasp. A fitted white tee hugged my torso, the fabric molding to my frame like second skin.
I slipped pink basketball shorts on beneath loose Nike sweats, pulling the drawstrings tight before stepping into my worn baby pink sneakers, the soles molded to the shape of my journey.
A zip-up draped over my shoulders, a half-hearted attempt at warmth, but I knew the morning chill had nothing on the fire in my chest.
With precise hands, I smoothed my hair into a sleek bun, every strand pulled back, clean, deliberate—a crown of quiet strength.
The apartment, shared with Paige, KK, and Azzi, still breathed in sleep. Shadows stretched long across the floor, the living room claimed by the rest of the team, their presence as permanent as the walls themselves.
The air hummed with memories—laughter woven into the fabric of the couch, whispered secrets tangled in blankets, the unspoken understanding that this place was more than walls and doors. It was home.
Instead of driving, I walked.
Only a block to campus, but enough to let the morning air carve its way through my thoughts, filling the spaces where sleep still lingered.
Paige’s Bose headphones—because I had long since surrendered mine to whatever abyss I always lost things in—pressed against my ears, drowning out the quiet with Drake’s voice, the bass thrumming deep in my bones.
My blue duffle bag sat heavy on my shoulder, filled with everything I might need and none of what I truly wanted—Paige, tangled in sheets, drowsy and warm, whispering stay.
The world stirred, stretching into wakefulness, but the Werth Basketball Center stood still, untouched by time.
And there she was.
Alone at center court, Paige moved like something celestial, like gravity bent just a little differently for her. The dim glow of overhead lights caught on the sheen of sweat that traced her skin, gilding her in silver.
 A Nike sports bra clung to her, black against the golden undertones of her skin, blue basketball shorts slung low on her hips. Her hair, pulled into a sleek, low bun, only sharpened the cut of her jaw, the intensity in her gaze.
I could do nothing but stare.
I leaned against the entrance, arms crossed, letting the moment settle over me. Paige was too much and never enough all at once—too goddamn stunning for six in the morning, too smug, too effortlessly carved from something I couldn’t name but never wanted to stop looking at.
Paige’s smirk was slow, deliberate, the kind that burned at the edges.
She flicked her wrist, sent the ball sailing through the air in a perfect arc, the net barely whispering as it gave way. And then, as if drawn by some invisible force, Paige made her way over.
A slow saunter. The kind that sent a shiver down my spine, heat pooling low in my stomach.
Paige’s tongue darted out, wetting her lips as her gaze dragged over me, unhurried, unrushed—taking me in like I was something to be studied, devoured.
I pushed off the wall, my feet moving before my mind could catch up, before I could tell myself to stop drinking Paige in like she was something sacred.
We met halfway.
Paige’s hands found my hips with ease, like they belonged there, like we were meant to fit.
“Mornin’,” Paige murmured, voice dipped in sleep, in mischief, in something I couldn’t quite name but wanted to drown in.
A kiss—quick, fleeting, just the brush of warmth against the cold edge of morning.
But Paige lingered.
There was something about the way she kissed me—like she wasn’t just trying to taste me, but to memorize me, to claim this moment and lock it inside her. It was as though the quiet, lingering pressure of her lips against mine spoke more than words ever could.
 Her lips were soft, yet insistent, the kind of kiss that left you breathless—not from its urgency, but from the weight of its intent. She pulled back for just a moment, her breath mingling with mine, both of us fighting to hold on to something that felt too delicate to hold.
It wasn’t enough. It never was.
I could feel her hands sliding from my hips, fingers tracing an invisible line as they moved slowly upward. There was no rush in her touch, but an unmistakable pressure that made my skin burn wherever she touched. 
Her fingers brushed lightly over the curve of my spine, the tips of her nails grazing the tender skin of my neck before she settled her hand at the nape of my neck, gripping with just enough force to send a shock of warmth straight through me.
She pulled me closer, her body pressing firmly against mine, so close that I could feel the thrum of her heartbeat against my chest, a quiet pulse that echoed the rhythm of my own.
 Her breath, warm and steady, fanned across my cheek, and I closed my eyes for just a second, letting myself drown in the sensation of her proximity, her energy wrapping around me like a blanket.
The gym felt empty around us, as though time had stopped altogether, as if the walls of the basketball court itself had decided to suspend the world outside—just for us. It was just me and Paige, alone in this world of stillness, holding on to the intimacy that came with the unspoken understanding between us.
I could feel the echo of her lips against mine, the way they moved—soft and rhythmic, gentle, but slowly, deliberately, deepening into something more desperate, more necessary.
Her lips tasted like minty gum and the faintest trace of strawberry, a flavor I’d never forget, and in the warmth of her mouth, I could feel the pulse of her—alive, electric, and impossibly close.
The sensation was intoxicating, leaving me dizzy with want, wanting to hold on to this kiss for as long as I could, even as my mind screamed for a moment of clarity. But Paige didn’t give me that clarity. She only gave me more of her—more of her kiss, more of her warmth, more of her desire.
And I couldn’t resist.
I tried to pull away, just enough to catch my breath, but she only deepened the kiss, the press of her body against mine tightening, drawing me in closer.
Her thumbs traced small circles against the soft skin of my jawline, a tender movement, but also possessive—a silent claim that left me breathless.
I needed to break away, just a moment to clear my mind, but Paige wasn’t having it. Her grip on the back of my neck tightened, and I could feel the weight of it—gentle, but insistent, demanding more.
There was no escaping this, not now, not with her like this—looking at me like I was the only person in the world who mattered.
Unable to fight it, I uncrossed my arms, my fingers moving with a will of their own, sliding down her toned waist until they settled on the curve of her ass. 
The touch was deliberate, the pressure of my hands firm but tender, pulling her flush against me, feeling the heat of her body as it melded with mine.
She gasped, her body tensing slightly, and I gave her a light squeeze, watching her expression shift from surprise to something darker, something that matched the hunger swirling between us.
Her breath hitched, and she pulled back just enough to look at me, her eyes wide and dark with something dangerous, something intoxicating.
"Hey!" she exclaimed, half-shocked, half-amused, as a smile tugged at the corners of her lips, her breath coming in soft, uneven bursts.
But I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up inside me. I could feel the warmth of her body pressed against mine, the soft rise and fall of her chest, her lips—plump and wet—still tingling from the kiss.
The moment was still lingering, thick and heavy, like the air itself was charged with the aftermath of something too powerful to name.
“What’s got you all kissy, huh?” I teased, my voice rough, even as I raised a brow, trying to keep the smirk from breaking free.
Paige feigned offense, her lips curling into a playful pout. “What—now I can’t kiss my girl good morning?” she asked, her voice light but laced with something deeper—something that pulled at my core, something that made my heart skip.
I shook my head, still trying to process the flood of sensations rushing through me.
"Paige Bueckers," I said slowly, my voice carrying a soft, incredulous edge, "We are standing in the middle of the basketball court—making out."
And then, for a brief, fleeting second, I couldn’t help but laugh—a soft, disbelieving sound that escaped me, a quiet exhale of wonder as I took it all in. This, this was us—Paige and me.
 A world born in the middle of the court, where everything else faded into oblivion and the only thing that mattered was the way her hands molded to the curve of my body, so perfectly, so naturally, as though they'd always belonged there. 
The way her lips still burned, lingering against mine, like the sun leaving a warm kiss on the skin long after it’s gone. She made time bend—everything moving too fast, yet somehow too slow.
Like we were caught in a moment of perfect suspension, where nothing existed beyond us.
With a heavy sigh, laden with affection and a kind of quiet reverence, I stared at her, my gaze softening, filled with a love so intense, so undeniable, that it seemed to bloom in my chest like a flower unfurling in the warmth of her presence. I couldn't resist the pull of her any longer. 
My lips found hers once more—a fleeting peck on the softness of her pout, quick but tender—before I pulled away, my heart still racing, my breath a little uneven.
I tilted my head to the side, raising an eyebrow, a playful challenge dancing in my eyes. “Is that why you woke me up at 6 in the morning?” I teased, my voice light, but there was a hint of something deeper underneath it all. A softness, a lingering affection that whispered through the words.
Paige rolled her eyes, her lips curling into a smirk that could break hearts if given half a chance.
“No, you dumb-dumb,” she shot back with that perfect blend of sarcasm and warmth that always made me smile, even when she was being insufferable. She pulled away, breaking the moment, stepping towards the ball she had abandoned earlier.
“Got bored,” she confessed nonchalantly, her voice carrying that effortless coolness of hers, even as she tossed the ball from hand to hand. “And wanted to shoot some hoops.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her casualness, at how effortlessly she shifted from this playful, teasing thing to the calm, competitive Paige I knew all too well. But something inside me couldn’t let go of that moment. The warmth of her hands on me, the heat of her breath still lingering, still clinging to my skin.
I narrowed my eyes, still incredulous, my mind racing, trying to understand the logic in this strange morning.
“Right,” I said, my tone full of mock disbelief, “so, instead of crawling back into bed with me, letting me wrap my arms around you, or even doing something else to get rid of that boredom... You dragged me out here to shoot hoops?” 
My words hung in the air between us, filled with something sarcastic, yet undeniably curious. I couldn’t quite hide the way my lips curled into a smile. I moved toward the sidelines, unstrapping my duffle bag and letting it fall onto the pristine floor, the soft thud echoing in the silence of the gym.
Paige stopped in her tracks, her lips puckering in thought, her eyes narrowing as if weighing her options.
She paused, and for a brief moment, the world held its breath. “Huh,” she murmured, her voice as casual as ever. “That actually sounds a lot better.” She shrugged nonchalantly, completely unfazed by the absurdity of the situation.
 “But since you’re here…” She turned to face me, that signature smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth, her eyes glinting with challenge. “Why don’t we do a 1v1?”
I paused, pretending to consider it, though my mind was already racing, already entangled in the thought of how this moment might play out.
 “Hm, what’s the catch, Bueckers?” I asked, raising a brow, my voice low, teasing, yet with something else hanging in it—a trace of excitement, of mischief.
 I could see the shift in her eyes as she dribbled the ball, her fingers moving fluidly, with ease, almost like she had been waiting for this very question.
She smirked, a wicked glint in her eye as she met my gaze, unflinching. “We can do whatever you want for the rest of the day,” she said, shrugging as though it were the most casual offer. But I knew her better than that. I could feel it—the way the words hung between us like a promise, a dare, something far more than what she was letting on.
I bit my lip, the sensation of my teeth grazing the softness of my lower lip pulling my focus entirely. I raised a brow, stepping toward her with a deliberate slowness, my movements carrying something charged, something electric. 
“Anything, huh?” I said, the words laced with something deeper, something unspoken—something that felt far too dangerous to ignore.
Paige caught it immediately. Her eyes locked on mine, her smile slipping into something more dangerous, more intense. The air between us thickened, heavy with something more than playful banter, a kind of tension I could practically taste on my tongue. 
The court felt smaller, the distance between us suddenly palpable as if the walls themselves were leaning in, waiting for what would come next.
There was no going back now.
The space between us seemed to crackle with a quiet intensity, like the air had been charged with the weight of unspoken words and half-formed desires.
Paige’s eyes held mine with such a quiet, dangerous promise that I could feel it in my bones, vibrating in my chest, a pulse that matched the rhythm of my heartbeat.
She took a slow step toward me, her body moving with a fluidity that seemed to defy gravity, each movement smooth and purposeful, like the whisper of wind against a still lake. Her presence filled the space—grounding, yet unsettling.
 I could feel the heat of her body even as she moved back to the basketball, fingers wrapped around it with an effortless familiarity. She was in her element, as comfortable as a fish in water, as if the court had always been her domain, and I was merely a guest invited to play by her rules.
My breath caught in my throat, and I realized just how much I craved this, craved her. It wasn’t just her touch, her smile, her challenge. It was everything—the way she made me feel alive, like a flame that refused to be extinguished, even when the winds of doubt tried to smother it.
She bounced the ball a couple of times, the rhythm of it echoing against the hardwood floor, and in the sound, I could hear the pulse of her energy, the sharpness of her focus.
 There was something about the way she moved, the way she made the ordinary extraordinary, that made me want to fall deeper into the moment—lose myself completely.
Then, without warning, she shifted, her body coiling with the precision of an athlete, her eyes never leaving mine.
 “You still in, or what?” Her words were sharp, like the crack of a whip, but they carried a playful undertone, a challenge wrapped in mischief. She was daring me to match her, to meet her where she was, to see if I could keep up.
I swallowed, feeling a flicker of excitement shoot through me. My fingers itched to reach out, to pull her close again, but the game had shifted.
It wasn’t about just us anymore; it was about something else—something deeper, more intense, hidden beneath the playful teasing. I could taste it on my tongue, a forbidden fruit, something I wasn’t sure I was ready to bite into, yet couldn’t resist.
I stepped toward her, my movements deliberate, the sound of my shoes against the court floor a steady rhythm beneath the rising tension.
 The distance between us felt like an open invitation, and as I moved, I saw her eyes soften just for a moment, the challenge in her gaze shifting into something more personal—something real.
Without a word, I took the ball from her hands, my fingers grazing against hers for just a second, and in that brief touch, the world seemed to fall away. It was like a spark igniting in the stillness, the air thick with potential. 
I dribbled the ball once, twice, feeling the familiar rhythm, the bounce of it beneath my palms, but it didn’t feel the same anymore. Everything felt different with Paige in front of me. Every breath I took, every beat of my heart, was magnified by her presence.
I paused, my eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, neither of us moved, the court around us completely silent, save for the sound of our breathing, slow and steady, heavy with anticipation.
I could feel the heat radiating from her, see the way her chest rose and fell in perfect rhythm with mine.
“One shot,” I murmured, my voice low and steady, the words tasting like a promise. “One shot, Paige. If I make it, I get what I want for the rest of the day.”
She grinned, that glint of challenge flashing in her eyes again, but there was something else there, something softer, something that made my heart stutter in my chest.
 “Deal,” she said, but it wasn’t just a word—it was an invitation, an unspoken agreement that whatever came next was bound by something deeper, something more than just the game we were about to play.
Her gaze never wavered from mine as I moved to make the shot, my body tense with the anticipation of what was to come.
The ball was in my hands, but it felt like my heart was in her hands, like I had already lost the game—lost to her in a way I wasn’t sure I could ever recover from.
The tension built, rising between us, until there was nothing else left in the world but that moment, that shot. And when I released the ball, time seemed to stop—everything hanging in the balance.
I could feel her eyes on me, feel the weight of her gaze pushing me forward, but it wasn’t just the shot that mattered now. It was what came after.
The ball soared through the air, a perfect arc, its path a slow dance of possibility. I could hear the faint thrum of my heartbeat in my ears, a rhythm that mirrored the ball’s journey—one moment it was weightless, suspended in the air like a dream, the next, it was on the cusp of landing.
 I watched it, mesmerized by the way the light caught on its surface, the way the world seemed to slow down, just for that instant.
Everything felt suspended in that space—time, breath, reality—like it was all about to break into something beyond the ordinary.
And then, with a soft swish, it landed.
The sound, a whisper against the stillness of the court, was the only thing that broke the silence.
I stood frozen for a beat longer than I should have, staring at the basket, the ball nestled neatly in its home, and then my eyes flickered back to Paige.
 Her expression was unreadable for a moment, a mask that didn’t quite hide the flicker of admiration in her eyes. That glimmer of something unspoken—the recognition that I had won, that I had made the shot, and that something was shifting between us, in ways neither of us had expected.
Her lips parted, just slightly, the corners of her mouth tugging up, but it was more than a smile. It was an invitation. An acknowledgment of what had passed between us.
The air around us was heavy now, charged with the electricity of the unspoken tension, the quiet promises hanging between us like delicate threads, fragile but strong.
The moment hung between us, thick with anticipation, as if the very air had turned to molten glass, fragile yet burning with the heat of what was about to unfold. I could feel it—the weight of her gaze, the intensity in her eyes that set every nerve in my body on fire, igniting a hunger that I could no longer suppress. 
With every step I took toward her, I could taste the tension building between us, like a slow, inevitable storm that had been gathering on the horizon, finally crashing in on us.
I couldn’t help the grin tugging at the corners of my lips, though I fought it, biting down on my bottom lip in a vain attempt to contain the desperation stirring within me. 
But it was useless. She was there, just inches away, her presence an intoxicating force I couldn’t escape. And then, she smiled—a smile so full of mischief and sincerity that it felt like it was meant only for me. Her lips, slightly parted, curled in a way that made my pulse stutter, as though she knew exactly how to make my heart skip.
“Well, damn,” she murmured, her voice low and smooth, dripping with that same dangerous charm that had me teetering on the edge of madness.
The words lingered between us, thick with unspoken promises, as if her mouth was telling me everything her eyes already had.
I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breath as the gravity of the moment threatened to pull me under.
Her eyes gleamed with that mischievous spark—the one I couldn’t resist, couldn’t outrun. It was like a game I didn’t want to win, but somehow, I always found myself losing anyway.
“Guess you get to cash in on your prize, huh?” she added, her voice soft, but laced with an edge that cut through me, making my chest tighten, my body ache for her. I felt it, every inch of me drawn to her like a magnet, pulled in by the promise of something dangerous, something all-consuming.
“Mhm,” I hummed, the sound low and rough, escaping before I could stop it. My eyes flickered down to her lips—those lips that had taunted me, promised me things I didn’t even know I wanted.
 I knew she could see the desire in my gaze, the way it was consuming me, unraveling me with each passing second. She knew exactly what she was doing.
Before I could think, my hand shot out, grabbing her wrist with a desperation that mirrored the urgency building inside me. I pulled her toward me, the distance between us shrinking in an instant, and she didn’t resist.
 If anything, she leaned in closer, her breath quickening as she followed me, the weight of our shared longing making the air between us even heavier.
We reached her bag first, my fingers brushing against hers as I grabbed it, then mine. Paige’s smirk was undeniable—a sharp, knowing curve of her lips that made the heat between my thighs intensify, a fire I couldn’t control.
She leaned in, her breath a soft whisper against my ear as she spoke, her words sending a shiver down my spine.
“Someone’s needy,” she teased, her voice dripping with amusement, but also something darker, something deeper. Her words struck like lightning, igniting the storm that had been building within me.
 I could feel the desperation in every part of me, in the way my body pressed against hers, in the way my hands gripped her bag with a little too much force.
The arousal between my thighs had begun to grow, a slow burn that spread with every thought of what we were about to do—what we would do once we were back.
I could almost taste it, that sweet, forbidden moment when nothing else mattered but the two of us, the world outside fading into a blur.
Without a word, we were moving—out of the basketball court, the sound of our footsteps echoing in the silence, the weight of what was to come pressing against us like an unseen force. My hand never left her wrist, the heat of her skin searing mine, but then—
She slipped out of my grasp, her arm wrapping around my shoulder in one fluid motion, pulling me closer. The shift was subtle but enough to make my breath hitch.
Her proximity, the feeling of her body pressed against mine, only added fuel to the fire smoldering between us.
“You know,” she began, her voice low, almost like a purr, “there’s a lot of things we could do once we’re back.”
Her words were deliberate, each one carefully chosen to send another jolt of electricity through me, to get under my skin, to keep me hanging on the edge of something I wasn’t sure I was ready for.
She said it like she was savoring the anticipation, drawing it out, wrapping it around us like a cloak.
The tension was unbearable. Every word she spoke, every glance she threw my way, only heightened the desire that had been building, making it harder to breathe, harder to think.
As we walked toward the apartment, I could feel the heat of her arm still resting on my shoulder, her touch an unspoken promise, a reminder of everything that was about to change between us. 
The world outside was fading, slipping away, leaving only her—Paige, with that dangerous glint in her eyes, the one that told me that nothing would be the same once we crossed that threshold.
I swallowed hard, the effort futile, as my breath came in quick, shallow gasps. Every step I took felt like falling deeper into her, into us, into the unrelenting pull of this moment that unraveled around us like a silken thread slipping through trembling fingers. With each heartbeat, the world outside faded—until only desire remained, swelling between us, thick and undeniable.
We reached the apartment, but as soon as the door clicked shut, an eerie silence filled the space.
The kind of silence that presses against your chest, heavy and thick, a stark contrast to the usual hum of KK’s music blasting from her room or Azzi’s constant bickering with her.
The quiet felt like it was suffocating, yet somehow, it made everything else louder—the sound of my own heartbeat, the rush of blood in my veins, the heat between us.
Paige’s lips curled into a smirk, that knowing gleam in her eyes flickering like a flame just waiting to ignite. "Looks like we have the place to ourselves––" Her voice was a low rasp, each word heavy with intention.
Before she could finish, I was already shutting the door behind us. Our bags fell to the floor with an almost inaudible thud, but neither of us paid attention to them.
The only thing that mattered was her—her warmth, the way she felt pressed against me, the softness of her lips as they collided with mine, urgent and hungry. 
My hands moved of their own accord, finding their way to her waist, her back, the curve of her hips—anywhere I could touch, feel her, pull her even closer.
Paige groaned into my mouth, a sound that made my pulse race, deep and guttural. Her fingers dug into my waist, tugging me flush against her, and for the first time, I realized—I hadn’t even given her a chance to put her shirt back on when I yanked her off the court earlier. She was bare, caught in the heat of this moment, and I reveled in it. 
My hands slid up her bare back, feeling the heat of her skin, the shiver of her muscles as I traced the lines of her body.
Then, her thigh slotted between my legs, and my breath hitched. The pressure, the feeling of her so close, was almost unbearable.
She moved me, rocking me gently against her, her knee pressing into the sensitive part of me with an urgency that made me gasp. 
My body responded instantly, a low moan slipping from my throat as she pressed harder, her thigh pushing against my clit with just the right amount of friction. The heat was suffocating, but it was the kind of heat I craved, that I needed.
"Needa taste you, baby," I whispered breathlessly against her lips, my hands slipping to her neck, pulling her deeper into me, into the kiss, into everything I couldn’t stop. The words were a plea, a desperate need that hung in the air like a thick, unspoken promise.
Paige didn't pull away. She didn’t give me a chance to breathe, not really. But suddenly, everything stilled. The movement of her body slowed, and then, with deliberate intent, she removed her thigh from between mine, guiding me backward toward our bedroom. 
Her lips never left mine, though, never strayed from the frantic kiss that deepened as she walked me backward.
We collided with something—maybe a chair, maybe the door. I don’t know, I don’t care—and the sound of it, the slight crash, broke through the haze, but it didn’t stop us.
We both let out a muffled giggle, a brief moment of shared surprise, a breath of lightness in the heavy air. Yet even that was fleeting.
Paige pressed her mouth against mine again, her lips parting in a desperate, messy kiss, as if the world outside didn’t exist anymore.
Her kiss was frantic, hungry, as if she couldn’t get enough. I could feel the urgency in every movement, in the way her tongue brushed against mine, the way she tugged at me, pulling me closer, deeper. There was no hesitation now—no second thoughts, just the press of her body against mine, the heat, the slickness of our kiss, the desperate need that had consumed us both.
She pushed me toward the bed, the door thudding shut behind us with a muffled click as Paige kicked it closed with her foot. Our lips never separated, even as the air between us seemed to thicken, electric with the urgency that crackled in every touch. 
She kissed me as if she wanted to consume me, as if every second apart from me had been too long.
The world fell away, reduced to the pulse of our bodies, the desperate rhythm of our breathsI could feel her everywhere—her lips, her hands, the feverish press of her body against mine, lighting a fire beneath my skin that burned hotter with every passing second. 
My breath came in short, uneven gasps, my pulse pounding like a drum, echoing the rhythm of her touch. I didn’t just want this—I needed it, needed her, in a way that felt almost primal.
“Why’d you have to wear so many clothes, hm?” Paige growled, her voice thick with impatience, rough with desire. Her fingers curled into the waistband of my joggers, then my basketball shorts, tugging them down in one swift motion, dragging cool air over my heated skin. 
A shiver ran through me, my thighs tightening instinctively around nothing, the contrast between the chill of the room and the heat radiating from her making my head spin.
Paige didn’t hesitate—her mouth was already at my neck, her lips pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my skin, teasing, sucking, until she found that one spot that made me shudder, a breathless whimper slipping from my lips before I could stop it. 
My fingers dug into her shoulders as she sucked harder, leaving a bruise that sent a bolt of pleasure straight between my legs.
“And this shirt—” she murmured, her breath ghosting over the damp skin of my throat. “This tight-ass shirt. Fuck, you looked so good in it.” Her fingers hooked beneath the hem, dragging it up agonizingly slow, her thumbs brushing the bare skin of my ribs, setting every nerve ending alight. “But you look even better with it off.” 
In one fluid motion, she peeled it from my body, leaving me in nothing but my lacy pink thong and sports bra, my chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths.
Her fingers skimmed the waistband of my underwear, barely grazing my skin, sending a jolt of anticipation rippling through me. But just as she was about to strip me completely, I flipped us over, my body moving on instinct.
Paige let out a startled gasp as I straddled her hips, pinning her beneath me. The momentary surprise in her eyes quickly melted into something darker, something that sent a shiver down my spine.
“Fuck,” I breathed, before crashing my lips against hers, swallowing her moan as I ground down against her, desperate for friction, for relief. 
The way she fit beneath me, the heat of her, the tension coiling between us—it was unbearable in the best way.
My hands trailed down, over the toned muscles of her stomach, the soft ridges of her ribs, before moving up, palming the weight of her breasts through the fabric of her black sports bra.
Paige gasped into my mouth, her back arching, pressing her chest into my hands. I rolled her nipple between my fingers, feeling the way it pebbled under my touch, the way her breath hitched, caught between a moan and a whimper.
God, I could listen to that sound forever.
I pulled back just enough to look at her, her flushed skin, the way her lips were swollen from kissing, the raw need in her expression.
I smirked as I pinched the sensitive bud between my fingers, dragging another strangled moan from her throat.
“God,” I murmured, my voice barely above a breath. “Need you so bad, baby.”
The tension snapped inside me, restraint unraveling like a thread pulled too tight. I slid off her, settling between her thighs, fingers curling into the waistband of her basketball shorts. 
Slowly, deliberately, I peeled them down her legs, my nails scraping lightly against her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
The way she trembled, the way her breath hitched, the way her thighs clenched as I tossed the fabric somewhere behind me—fuck, she was perfect.
Paige swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths, her pupils blown wide with desire.
My hands ran up her thighs, fingertips dancing over soft, heated skin as I pressed an open-mouthed kiss against the inside of her knee, trailing higher, higher, as her breath turned ragged.
If only she knew what she did to me—how effortlessly she shattered my restraint, turned me into something desperate, ravenous, aching to devour every inch of her.
“Look at you,” I murmured, my breath feathering over her skin, warm and deliberate. “So fucking pretty like this, spread out for me.”
My fingertips traced slow, torturous patterns along the inside of her thighs, the heat of her skin radiating against my own. A shiver ran through her, muscles tightening beneath my touch.
The scent of her, intoxicating and sweet, filled the space between us, making my mouth water. Fuck, I needed her.
Paige whimpered, her fingers fisting the sheets, her thighs shifting, parting wider as if begging me to do something—anything.
I smirked. “Needy, aren’t you?”
Her breath hitched. I let my lips graze the soft flesh just above the waistband of her boxers, barely touching, teasing. The way her stomach clenched in response, the way her thighs tensed—it sent a rush of heat pooling between my own legs.
“Already falling apart,” I whispered, my voice low and thick, vibrating against her. “And I haven’t even touched you yet.”
Paige exhaled sharply, her chest rising and falling with uneven, shallow breaths. Her head tilted back, exposing the smooth column of her throat, the rapid pulse hammering beneath her skin. I wanted to mark her there, claim every inch of her—but not yet.
Instead, I dragged my tongue over the thin fabric between us, tasting the warmth of her, feeling the dampness that had already seeped through.
The reaction was instant—Paige gasped, her hips bucking up instinctively, her thighs trembling against the sides of my head.
“F-Fuck,” she stuttered, voice wrecked. “Y/N—”
I pressed another slow, open-mouthed kiss to her through the fabric, letting my tongue flatten against her heat.
Her moan was choked, guttural, her hands scrambling for purchase—gripping the sheets, then my hair, as if unsure where to hold on.
“Y/N,” she pleaded, breathless, desperate.
I hummed against her, letting the vibrations tease her further. My fingers curled into the waistband of her boxers, dragging them down, excruciatingly slow, revealing inch after inch of flushed, sensitive skin.
And fuck.
A shaky moan escaped my lips as I finally saw her—bare, glistening, spread out beneath me, all mine.
The fire in my stomach ignited into something unbearable, searing through every nerve in my body. My own arousal pulsed between my thighs, making me dizzy, restless.
I needed to taste her.
Settling between her legs, I hooked her thighs over my shoulders, the heat of her skin pressing against the sides of my face.
I arched my back instinctively, shifting so that my ass lifted in the air, putting myself on full display for her. The sound that left Paige’s lips was sinful, guttural.
“Fucking hell,” she groaned, her fingers flexing, twitching—like she wanted to grab me, pull me closer, but didn’t trust herself to move.
I smirked against her thigh, dragging my nails lightly down the soft skin, relishing the way she shivered at the sensation.
“Patience,” I murmured, lips brushing the inside of her knee, tongue flicking out just enough to make her squirm.
Her response was instant—her thighs tensed, another strangled moan slipping past her lips. Her hands abandoned the sheets, instead tangling into my hair, gripping, tugging—not hard, but just enough to make my skin prickle with heat.
I flicked my gaze up to meet hers, her pupils blown wide, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
She was unraveling beneath me.
I flicked my tongue out, intending to tease—to make her beg, to draw out the anticipation until she was trembling, wrecked, desperate for me. But the second her scent filled my lungs, the second I tasted her, all restraint shattered.
I needed her.
Flattening my tongue against her heat, I dragged a slow, deliberate lick from her entrance to her clit, savoring the way her body jolted beneath me. Fuck. She was sweet, warm, intoxicating.
The taste of her spread through me like wildfire, sinking into my bones, making my head spin.
Paige’s hands flew to my hair, fingers tangling in the strands, tugging—hard. A groan tore from my throat at the sensation, vibrating against her, and the sound that ripped from her lips in response sent a pulse of heat straight to my core.
"Fuck—just like that," she gasped, her voice breathy, wrecked, threaded with raw pleasure. "You're so good, baby. So fucking good for me."
Her words wrapped around me, setting my skin ablaze, spurring me on. My tongue worked her over, flicking, circling, then thrusting deep, curling inside her.
Paige cried out, her back arching, thighs clenching around my head like she couldn't decide whether to push me away or pull me closer.
I devoured her.
Messy. Loud. Wet. The lewd, slick sounds of my tongue moving against her filled the air, mingling with her moans—my name slipping from her lips like a prayer, a plea, a fucking mantra.
I sucked at her clit, alternating between gentle, teasing flicks and deep, desperate pulls. Paige trembled beneath me, her grip tightening, her breath stuttering, her moans breaking apart into incoherent gasps.
"Shit—Y/N—" Her voice was high, desperate, needy. "You're gonna make me—fuck—"
I hummed against her, sending another wave of vibrations through her body, watching, feeling as she unraveled beneath me.
Her thighs trembled, her stomach tensed, her breath hitched—her entire body tightening like a bowstring about to snap.
And I wasn’t letting up.
I thrusted my tongue into her entrance, pushing her higher, further, deeper into the abyss of pleasure.
My tongue swirled around her clit before flattening against it, dragging slow, torturous strokes that had her thighs shaking around my head.
I pressed deeper, circling, teasing, coaxing every last sound out of her.
Paige whimpered, rolling her hips, grinding against my tongue, chasing her own high. I let her, welcomed it, encouraged it, gripping her thighs and holding her open for me as I fucked her with my mouth.
The slickness, the heat, the way her body pulsed around my tongue—it was intoxicating. I thrust deeper, curling the tip, tasting her, swallowing her down, devouring every inch she gave me.
Her breath hitched. Her fingers tightened. Her body trembled, caught on the edge, dangling, pleading for release.
I flicked, sucked, licked, pushing her higher, deeper, until—
"Fuck!"
She shattered.
Her body jerked beneath me, a strangled moan ripping from her throat as she fell apart, drowning in pleasure. I didn’t stop—couldn’t stop—lapping up every aftershock, drinking her in, letting her ride it out against my mouth. I flicked my tongue over her clit once more, sending another shudder through her, making her whimper, making her feel.
I wanted to leave her breathless. Ruined. Completely fucking wrecked.
My chest rose and fell in ragged heaves, my lips, chin, even my nose glistening with her release. The taste of her lingered on my tongue, warm and intoxicating.
Paige’s eyes fluttered open, still heavy with the aftermath, pupils blown wide as she took me in—really took me in. Her gaze flickered downward, to the slick shine coating my mouth, and something dark, something primal ignited in her expression.  
"Fuck," she breathed, voice hoarse, wrecked.  
Before I could respond, her fingers wrapped around my throat, not tight, just firm enough to make my breath stutter.
My moan spilled out against her lips as she tugged me closer, crashing her mouth against mine.
She whimpered at the taste of herself on my tongue, deepening the kiss, devouring me like she wanted to crawl inside my skin.  
Her other hand moved with purpose, fingers already working beneath the band of my sports bra, tugging it up, desperate to rid me of it.
She pulled away just enough to yank it over my head and toss it somewhere behind us, not giving a single fuck where it landed. Before I could even register the cool air against my bare skin, Paige had flipped us, her strength catching me off guard as she tossed me onto my back.  
She settled above me, straddling my hips, eyes burning with something wild, insatiable.
Her fingers traced up my inner thigh, spreading me open, baring me completely to her. Her eyes darkened, and she exhaled sharply at the sight.  
"Look at that, princess," she murmured, her voice low, wrecked, dripping with desire.  “So wet f’me.”
I followed her gaze, heat surging through me at the sight of the darkened, soaked patch that had grown against my panties. My thighs instinctively twitched, trying to close, but Paige didn’t allow it—her hands gripping them, keeping me wide for her.  
"Fuck," she cursed under her breath, and before I could beg, she surged forward, kissing me deeply, messily, her tongue sliding against mine, teeth nipping at my lips.  
She didn’t linger for long. Her mouth traveled downward, trailing open-mouthed kisses along my jaw, my neck—lingering just long enough to suck bruises into my skin, marking me as hers.
She groaned against my collarbone, her breath warm, teasing.  
Then lower.  
Her lips found my chest, my breasts, her tongue flicking over my hardened nipple before latching on completely, sucking, rolling the bud between her teeth. A gasp tore from my throat, my back arching into her touch, desperate for more.  
But it was her hand—fuck, her hand—that made me tremble.  
Paige dipped her fingers past the waistband of my thong, pressing them against my swollen clit. A teasing swipe, slow and deliberate, before dragging her fingertips downward, collecting the arousal pooling at my entrance.
A strangled moan tore from my lips as she dragged it back up, circling my clit again, slow, agonizingly precise. 
"Paige," I whimpered, my voice trembling, hips bucking desperately, chasing the fleeting ghost of her touch. My skin was flushed, burning with need, every nerve ending raw and exposed. I needed her—more, deeper, now.
She didn’t make me wait.
Two fingers pressed against my entrance before sinking into me in one smooth, devastating thrust. A sharp gasp tore from my throat as she stretched me open, the sensation a dizzying mix of relief and unbearable need.
My walls fluttered around her, greedily sucking her in, molding to the shape of her fingers as she filled me perfectly. A deep, aching moan spilled from my lips, my head falling back, pleasure arching through my spine.
My hands scrambled for purchase, nails digging into her shoulders, into the warmth of her skin.
She started slow, deliberate, setting a torturous rhythm—each drag of her fingers slick, deliberate, pulling back just enough to leave me empty before plunging back inside, coaxing me toward the edge with every precise stroke.
Then—fuck.
Paige shifted, the angle changing just slightly, but it was enough to send a shockwave ripping through me. Her fingers curled—relentless—repeatedly pressing, stroking against that spot, that deep, spongy wall that had my vision tunneling, my breath hitching in a broken sob of pleasure.
My thighs trembled, my entire body locking up as a strangled moan tore from my throat.
The pleasure was blinding, all-consuming, wrapping around my limbs, curling deep in my gut, coiling impossibly tight.
I clenched around her, my body desperately clinging to her fingers, toes curling, mouth falling open as the buildup threatened to snap, shatter me completely.
I was unraveling, falling apart beneath her, my moans turning desperate, needy. Paige watched me—fucking worshipped me—like she lived for this, for the way I came undone at her hands.  
"That's it," she murmured, her lips ghosting over the shell of my ear, breath warm, intoxicating. "Take it, baby. Just Like that."
I was unraveling—so fucking close I could taste it, feel it in every fiber of my being. And Paige knew. She always knew.
Her fingers never slowed, never wavered. Instead, she pressed her thumb against my slit, slick and swollen, adding just enough pressure to make me snap.
A sharp jolt of pleasure ripped through me, electric, consuming, my body reacting before I could think—hips jerking, thighs quaking, breath hitching as my stomach tightened, heat curling tighter, tighter.
My muscles locked, poised on the edge of something vast, something explosive.
"F-fuck—Paige!" I choked out, voice ragged, breathless, completely at her mercy.
My nails bit into her skin, grasping, desperate, grounding myself as pleasure surged through my veins like wildfire.
Every nerve in my body screamed for release, for more. My chest rose and fell in frantic, uneven gasps. "M’gonna—baby, please—so close—" The words spilled from my lips, slurred, thick with desperation, my entire body trembling beneath her.
"Come for me, princess," she purred, voice rich, sultry, dripping with control.
And I did.
The moment the words left her lips, I shattered. My walls clamped around her fingers, the intensity of it stealing my breath, my voice, leaving only a strangled, broken cry in its wake.
The orgasm ripped through me in waves—violent, unrelenting, my vision spotting, my back arching clean off the bed as the pleasure consumed me.
It was raw, scorching, spreading like molten fire through my limbs, making my fingers curl, my legs shake as she worked me through every pulse, every devastating aftershock.
Paige didn’t stop. She took her time, dragging me through the aftershocks, her fingers pressing deeper, slower—coaxing every last tremor from my spent body.
Each thrust was deliberate, teasing, as if she was savoring the way I unraveled beneath her. My skin was alive, buzzing with heat, too sensitive yet still aching for more.
The pleasure was almost too much, too consuming, yet I clung to it, to her, to the feeling of being entirely at her mercy.  
Soft lips pressed against my damp skin, trailing over my collarbone, my jaw, my cheek—each kiss a whispered hymn of devotion. Her voice was honey-dipped sin, dark and velvety as she murmured, “You gonna gimme another one, yeah?”  
Before I could even respond, before my pulse could steady, she withdrew. Her fingers slipped from me with a wet sound, and I gasped, the sudden emptiness sharp and aching.
A moan tore from my throat, my body instinctively arching in protest, desperate for the fullness she had so cruelly taken away.
My chest heaved, my mind still hazy, floating in the bliss of my last orgasm.  
But Paige didn’t give me time to recover. No, she wanted more.  
I barely had a moment to breathe before she shifted, her hands firm on my thighs as she moved, positioning herself in a way that sent a fresh wave of heat surging through me. And then—oh, fuck.  
She pressed against me, our bodies aligning perfectly, her slick warmth sliding against mine.
My breath caught in my throat, pleasure sparking at the contact, raw and electric. Paige smirked, her gaze dark, predatory, as she rolled her hips, slow at first, dragging her cunt against mine in a way that made me whimper.  
“Think you can handle it, baby?” she teased, voice thick with desire.  
I could barely think, let alone answer. All I knew was that I wanted—no, needed—her to ruin me all over again.  
My mind was a haze, lost in the heat of her body against mine, in the way every roll of her hips sent a shiver down my spine. I could barely think, let alone speak—all I knew was that I wanted, no, needed, her to ruin me all over again.  
Paige moved fluidly, instinctively, the slick press of our bodies igniting something electric between us.
Our clits slid together with every movement, every desperate push and pull, sending shockwaves through my veins. My breath hitched, a strangled moan slipping past my lips as pleasure crashed over me like a tide, relentless and all-consuming.  
Her left leg hooked over my hip, pulling me impossibly closer, while her other pressed beneath my right, locking us in this intoxicating rhythm. The room was thick with heat, with the sound of our bodies, with the soft, breathless cries of pleasure that neither of us could hold back.  
“Love this pussy so much," Paige groaned, her voice wrecked, raw, as she looked down between us, mesmerized by the way we fit together, how perfectly we molded into one another.
The sight alone sent another wave of arousal pulsing through me, a needy whimper escaping as my fingers dug into her back.  
Then, she shifted—grabbing my leg and lifting it over her shoulder, pressing deeper, harder. The angle sent sparks shooting up my spine, my head falling back as a choked-out moan tore from my throat.  
"Oh my fuck—" I gasped, my jaw slack, my body trembling beneath her.  
Paige groaned, rolling her hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm, her body pressed so intimately against mine that I could feel the heat radiating from her skin. She leaned down, her breath fanning over my thigh before she pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of my knee.
“So good,” she murmured, her voice dripping with reverence, with hunger, like she was speaking a prayer against my skin.
And God, I had never felt more worshiped.
She was no better than I was—breath hitching, moans spilling from her lips without restraint, as if we were the only souls in existence. She had found her rhythm, that intoxicating motion that sent us both spiraling, the friction between us making my head spin.
The way her clit caught against mine, the slick glide of our bodies moving in tandem—it was overwhelming, devastating, blissful.
I gripped her hip, fingers digging into the soft curve, helping guide her movements even as my other hand slid higher, tugging at the hem of her sports bra.
She understood immediately, nodding, her pace never faltering as she reached behind her back and pulled the fabric over her head.
“Hold your leg f’me, baby,” Paige sighed, her voice laced with so much pleasure it nearly undid me right then and there.
I obeyed without hesitation, curling my knee to my chest, baring myself completely to her.
She tossed the sports bra to the floor, where the rest of our clothes lay forgotten, before settling back over me, her bare skin burning against mine.
I tried to watch her, to memorize the way she looked like this—lost in pleasure, lost in me—but the sensation, the maddening, overwhelming goodness of it, kept making my eyelids flutter. Still, I caught glimpses.
The way her head fell back, light lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks, lips parted, brows furrowed in deep concentration. She was beautiful—God, she was beautiful.
I couldn’t help myself. My hands found her chest, fingers brushing over the soft swell before rolling her nipple between them. Paige gasped, her hips stuttering against me, the motion jolting a moan from my throat.
���God, I love you,” she rasped, voice raw and urgent, her body pressing down harder, her need almost frantic now.
"Fuck, I’m so close!" she panted, pressing her hips down harder, dragging against me in a way that made my whole body tremble.
I was right there with her, my head tipping back, nails sinking into her skin as the pleasure built to something unbearable. The friction grew desperate—hips stuttering, gasps turning into cries, every movement slick, relentless, overwhelming.
"Me too—oh, fuck—" I moaned, back arching, chest heaving.
"Baby, come for me—please," Paige begged, her voice shaking, her grip tightening.
And then we unraveled together—legs trembling, moans swallowed by the heat of each other's mouths, our bodies shuddering in perfect unison as pleasure crashed over us, raw and all-consuming.
The room spun, breaths uneven, hearts hammering against sweat-damp skin, and between us, the evidence of our release slickened the space where we remained tangled.
Spent. Breathless. Utterly wrecked.  
Paige collapsed against me, her body sinking into mine, warm and weighty, grounding me as we floated together in the quiet aftershock.
Our skin still burned, slick with the remnants of what we’d just done, our pulses still chasing the rhythm of something wild.
The morning air hung thick with the scent of sex, a heady mixture of sweat and satisfaction curling around us like a ghost of our hunger.  
I shut my eyes for a second, arms locking around her, savoring the way she felt against me—soft where I was sensitive, firm where I needed her most. Her breath was hot against my throat, slowing, steadying, but then—  
“Oh my fucking God finally! My ears can finally rest!”  
My entire body froze beneath Paige, my eyes flying open in sheer horror.  
Azzi.  
Laughter bubbled up against my skin before Paige’s giggles spilled out into the room, shaking both of us in the process. Her smirk was pure mischief as she tilted her head up, eyes gleaming.
“What a good morning, huh?” she teased, voice still raspy from all the sounds she had wrung out of me.  
I wanted to die. Right then and there. Sure, we’d all been living in this apartment for over a year and a half, but we had never been this loud. Not while they were home, at least.  
Paige, of course, reveled in it, completely unbothered. She kissed my neck, slow and sweet, then trailed down to my collarbone, my chest—lips pressing against every part of me as if she hadn’t already claimed me enough.
She didn’t stop until she reached my mouth, stealing one last kiss before finally pulling herself away from me.  
My heartbeat was still erratic, but once I’d calmed down, I leaned up on my forearms, glancing down at the mess between us. I was drenched—shimmering in the mixture of our release, my skin still flushed, still trembling.
I swallowed, my thighs twitching involuntarily, still hypersensitive from the way Paige had unraveled me.  
When I lifted my gaze, I found her staring, no—gawking—before her eyes flicked back up to mine, glinting with something dangerous.  
And then, without warning—  
A sharp slap landed against my overstimulated cunt.  
A choked moan ripped out of me, my body arching as pleasure and shock intertwined in a dizzying wave.  
“Paige!” I yelled. 
Paige only grinned, that slow, knowing smirk curling at the corners of her lips, her head tilting just so—like she had me all figured out. Her fingers traced lightly over the lingering heat she’d left behind, the soft sting blooming beneath her touch.  
“Still so sensitive,” she murmured, her voice a velvet tease, amusement dancing in her eyes. Her fingertips skimmed, featherlight and deliberate, igniting little sparks beneath my skin. “So pretty when you squirm.”  
I barely had time to catch my breath before she was leaning over me again, stealing the air right from my lungs. Her lips met mine, warm and slow, a whisper of devotion in the way she kissed me.  
“I love you,” she breathed against my lips, then again, a little firmer this time. “I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.”  
With each declaration, she pressed a kiss to my skin—one on my lips, one on my nose, my chin, my cheeks, my forehead, soft and endless and dizzying.
Her hands cradled my face like I was something delicate, something sacred, and my heart swelled in my chest, too full, too light.  
A giggle bubbled past my lips, helpless and breathless.
“Paige Madison Bueckers—” I tried to get out, laughing between each press of her lips, “Okay—” But she wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t let up, until my giggles turned into full-blown laughter, breathless and bright.  
When she finally pulled away, I caught her lips again, kissing her slow, savoring.  
“I love you too, weirdo,” I murmured, grinning against her mouth, and the way she beamed—like I’d just told her the best thing in the world—made my heart stutter all over again.
Tumblr media
Filthy, filthy, filthy....
xoxo,
j.
Tumblr media
© sweettu1ips.tumblr 2025 do not copy, translate or claim any of my writing or works as your own.
535 notes · View notes
ellehoops · 1 day ago
Text
alright guys……soooo smut next chapter.
no i’m getting ahead of myself.
Tumblr media
the voices the voices!
104 notes · View notes
bdbueckers · 2 months ago
Text
ballin' | p.b
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
"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.”
1K notes · View notes
cosmopretty · 4 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
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
Tumblr media
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
2K notes · View notes
flipthepaige · 8 days ago
Text
driver, roll up the partition, please!
Tumblr media
includes. SMUT 18+, paige bueckers x fem! reader. public setting still somewhat private, oral, drunk and nasty, little bit of sub paige, praise and begging, grinding, makeup smudging, just all over each other…
about. after your girlfriend gets drafted number one overall, neither of you have the patience to wait until the afterparty. surely the driver won’t mind if paige celebrates a little early… right?
ju speaks. incase you didn’t know, i am @ohbueckers :) mama had to make a whole new blog, but she’s back! this is a bit of filth but i haven’t wrote any good smut in so long so i poured it all out here lol. p gets drafted in less than a month, let’s cope the right way, amen!
Tumblr media
“Driver, roll up the partition, please!”
She says it all politely, like her lips aren’t as red as a cherry and swollen, like your hands haven’t untucked and found their way up under her dress shirt, nails scraping over the ridges of her abs, like she hasn’t been grinding against you for the last two blocks, all while tasting like champagne and every bad decision you were always going to make tonight. Your leg is hiked up over her lap, and she’s been kissing you like she doesn’t give a damn that the limo is still moving, that you’re supposed to be on your way to the afterparty, that there’s a whole world outside this car waiting to celebrate her—number one overall, finally Dallas’ rookie.
The second she stood up, walked across that stage, and held up that jersey, she was already thinking about getting back to you. And when she did, when she came striding over, still grinning like a kid on Christmas, the most anticipated person in the room but still just your girl, she grabbed you like she needed proof this was real.
Her arms slid around your waist, pulling you in like she was scared someone might try to take you from her. You smiled up at her, and expressed how proud you were, of course. Her lips brushed your forehead, and she made sure you heard the six words that followed, whispering into your hair, “couldn’t have done it without you.”
This time, your mouth is on her neck before she even finishes her sentence, nipping and sucking at her skin, breathing in her Valentino like you can pick apart every ingredient in it. Too eager for manners, and way too far gone to care, you don’t even hear the driver’s muttered response, not even the hum of the partition sliding up and clicking into place. No more audience. No more distractions. Just you and her. Atleast for a couple more miles.
And Paige? Back like she never left, like she needed that barrier up before she could really lose herself in you. “Ain’t even gon’ take ya time with it?” she teases, smiling as her hands slide down, find the swell of your ass, squeeze like she’s been dying to do it all night. “Fuck, y’so impatient,” she mutters, tilting her head back just enough to let you work, and when you bite down just right, she shivers, the pads of her fingers tightening against your shoulder for some sense of stability.
“Mhm?” You grin against her throat, licking over the marks you just left. “You wanna do something about it?”
Paige groans, large hands already pushing the fabric of your dress up over your hips. The amount of need in her movements is overwhelming, because she’s been too good the entire night. She’s been sitting pretty at that table, shaking hands, doing interviews, feeling your eyes on her and knowing she couldn’t do shit about it. Not yet.
And now she’s got you all to herself.
Paige never does anything halfway, and that includes kissing you like she’s trying to ruin you. Your tongues move all sloppy, the sounds even nastier than the kiss, and you swear you hear the music get louder, vibrating against every corner of the vehicle, the driver clearly trying to drown out the obscene sounds of Paige Bueckers losing it in the backseat. But fuck, you’re not quiet either.
You let two of her fingers push your panties to the side, gasping as they run through your slick. You grip onto her tighter as Paige hoists you fully into her lap, straddling her leg as she whispers filth into your ear.
Big hands, rough from years of handles, crossovers, midrange shots that got her here, but gentle where they need to be—slipping between your thighs, spreading you open like she already knows what she’s gonna find.
Her fingers are slipping through the mess you’ve already made for her, slow at first, just to get you going, because she knows how much you want it, because she likes making you wait. But then you whimper, and it hypnotizes her to do exactly what you wanted her to do.
Paige is fast, but she’s precise despite being intoxicated, two fingers sinking inside you like your pussy was made for her. Your breath catches, body jerking forward, head tipping back against the seat, but she keeps you secure, pressing down on your stomach. “That’s it,” she urges, free hand gripping your thigh, keeping you open for her. “Lemme hear it, baby.”
“Mfmph, there.” Your fingers wrap around her wrist while hers curl just right, pressing against that spot that has your thighs shaking, your back arching from her chest. The blonde watches you intently, her pupils blown, lips slick and kiss swollen, owning every reaction like it’s another trophy for her collection. “Right there, P” you drag out.
The music gets louder, and you can’t even make out the lyrics, just the beat of something that never falls low. You’re sure you’d have some remorse for the driver if you weren’t about three drinks in and a little fucked out, but you can’t find it, because Paige wants all of it. Every sound, every plea, every desperate, breathless, “Paige, please.”
And, oh, do you give it to her.
Paige groans at the way you say her name, like she can feel it straight between her legs, like it’s fueling her. Her fingers keep working you open, hitting every spot like she knows your body better than her own, because truthfully, she does. She’s mapped you out a hundred times before, but never like this, never this drunk, never with the high of being number one mixing with the high of you.
“That’s my girl,” she praises, watching the way her fingers disappear in and out with half-lidded eyes, bottom lip caught between her teeth. “Look so pretty takin’ it, baby. Knew you would.”
You tremble, a moan breaking past your lips, and Paige just grins, like she’s putting on another show, something like the one she just left from. But this one? This one is just for her.
“Almost there?”
You nod frantically, nails digging at her wrist, trying to keep yourself together—but fuck is it hard when she’s all over you like this. She speeds up just a little, the wet sounds of her digits working you over and making your cheeks burn, but Paige loves it. She leans in, licks up the side of your neck, tasting the wreckage.
“Paige,” you pant, eyes fluttering.
“Say it again,” she rasps, her forehead pressed to the side of yours now, her fingers still moving, hips subtly grinding against nothing, like she’s as desperate as you are.
“Paige,” you whimper, and you wish you could say it was voluntary. “I—”
You don’t even get the chance to finish, because Paige presses down on your stomach again, just right, and your whole body reacts—clenching around her fingers, thighs twitching like she just stole every bit of your sanity. You really think she might’ve. Maybe she’s been taking from you this entire night—the air in your lungs, the thoughts from your head, the control you thought you had.
“Yeah, I know,” she talks you through it, lips brushing against your temple, her fingers still working, still curling inside you, playing you like a highlight reel. “Go ‘head, ma. Give it to me.”
Your release crashes into you, body locking up before breaking apart, your moan swallowed by Paige’s mouth as she kisses all of it out of you, eating up every last sound like she needs it, like she wants it dripping down her chin. Her fingers never stop moving, making sure you know she did this to you.
She pulls away with a bite of your lip, savoring the remnants of her own name on your tongue, and for a second, you think she’ll let you breathe, let you come down from the high she just sent you to.
But then she shifts against you the same way she’d been doing all night, grinds her hips up into nothing, and you feel it.
Paige Bueckers, all six feet of her, usually so composed, the one who calls the shots in bed and most of the time out of it—is crumbling for you now, fists gripping at the leather seat like she’s barely holding on.
Your fingers slide down slowly at the realization, popping open her belt, then her slacks, pushing them down just enough to expose the waistband of her boxers.
All you need is five minutes.
So you move. Drop to your knees right between hers, push her legs wider as you settle between them, dragging your palms up her thighs when she breathes out your name in her gravelly Minnesota accent. You let your nails creep up under her shirt, scratching lightly against her lower stomach. Too much teasing for the blonde, not enough mouth.
Paige growls, actually growls, and before you can blink, she grabs your wrist, pressing your hand right over her, rolling her hips into your palm. “Ain’t in the mood for allat,” she mumbles, jaw clenched, pupils dilated. “You know what the fuck I want, baby. Stop stallin’.”
You listen.
Partly because she’s just had the biggest night of her life, the kind of night people dream about. Winning a National Championship just a few weeks prior to getting your name called first for the draft, becoming the face of a franchise, name solidified in history. She worked her ass off for it too, and tonight? Tonight, she made it.
So you listen. You don’t stall, and you swear you hear the music get louder again—like the driver knows exactly what’s about to happen.
The minute you start mouthing at her, you can feel her muscles jump under your lips. Paige inhales, one hand sliding to the back of your neck, rubbing at your skin. The limo rocks slightly, the bass from the speakers rattling through your ribcage, but none of that matters. The only thing you care about is the way Paige is falling apart in your mouth.
She tries to hold out, tries to keep it together, but the way her thighs twitch when your tongue moves just right? The way she shudders when you suck?
“Fuck,” she groans finally, head tipping back, body lunging upward on instinct.
And she loses it.
Because Paige has never been one to sit back and just take it.
Her hips start moving, rolling into your mouth, and you let her, let her use you, let her chase what she needs because you need it too—the way she sounds, the way she tastes, the way her legs start to tremble, thighs pressing against your cheeks and smudging your makeup because she can’t help it.
She’s ruined and a little helpless, mumbling half formed curses and praises that don’t even make sense. You swear you could come again just by listening. “Been needin’ you all night. Keep doin’ that.”
She rides it out while your tongue works in circles, fingers digging into her thighs to keep her there even though she can’t be still, her body shaking along with her hands that can’t decide whether to pull you closer or push you away.
You flatten your tongue, holding her down a little rougher when she bucks up against your mouth. She’s so close, right there, her body trying to outrun her own orgasm, but you don’t stop.
“Please—please, baby—feels s’good,” she whines, her fingers tugging at your hair just the way she knows you love, hips stuttering, moans guttural. “Just like that—don’t stop, don’t—”
She chokes on her next breath, her body breaking just like yours did, just like she’s so deserving of.
And when she finally slumps back against the seat, spent, her chest still heaving, her thumb lazily stroking over your cheek, she grins down at you, tired, satisfied, definitely not ready for the whatever afterparty diorama is waiting for her like a coronation.
“Yeah,” she breathes, licking her lips as she pulls you back up into her lap, kissing you like she could go another round, tongue sweeping into your mouth to taste herself.
“Number one pick, baby,” she slurs. “How that sound?”
Like trouble. Like a whole dynasty in the making. Like she’s already on top of the world, and somehow, that ain’t high enough.
You giggle, pressing her cheeks between your fingers as you peck at her lips. “Fucking great. How’s it feel?”
“Feel like I could do this all night,” she mumbles, hips rocking up into you, her need reigniting just like that. She masks it as a slight shift, but you know better. “What about you? Think you got another one in you?”
Like she even needs to ask.
845 notes · View notes
luvzpagie · 6 months ago
Text
DOE EYES — P.B
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
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.
Tumblr media
“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”
Tumblr media
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
Tumblr media
note: IM BACKKK did y’all miss me 😚
884 notes · View notes
yailtsv · 2 months ago
Note
pls do pazzi x gf!reader!!! maybe one where they’re jealous
💕
Jealous Jealous Girl - p.b & a.f
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
💌 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
Tumblr media
“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
Tumblr media
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
Tumblr media
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
Tumblr media
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.
Tumblr media
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.
Tumblr media
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
Tumblr media
@melpthatsme @rebecca-woso
489 notes · View notes
princesseilish · 1 month ago
Text
MAKE IT OUT
Tumblr media
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
Tumblr media
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.
283 notes · View notes
munsonsfairy · 7 months ago
Text
only have eyes for you 💍
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
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
Tumblr media
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.
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪
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?”
834 notes · View notes
pantheresssy · 8 months ago
Text
— paige bueckers and reader ⋆*. * ·
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
—┊⋆ 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 … —
Tumblr media
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.
619 notes · View notes
slutzforbueckers · 1 day ago
Text
Vacation pt2 — p.b x fem!reader
Tumblr media
pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader
warnings: smut
synopsis: the morning after you and paige confess your feelings for each other.
♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧
when you opened your eyes you were immediately overcame with warmth, a warmth that was unmistakably paige. your legs were entangled, her chest pressed flush against your back, and her arm tossed over your waist. you could feel the rise and fall of her chest, a soothing rhythm.
the room was still dark and quiet, except for the tick that came from the clock on the wall. it was still early in the morning, before the sun rose and everyone else. you glanced over at the digital clock on the nightstand, red numbers reading 4:36am. paige stirred behind you, a faint, contented sigh coming from her parted lips.
you stilled for a second, not wanting to wake her, before inevitably turning around to face her. it was too dark to see her clearly but you were close enough to make out some of her features. you carefully brought your hand up and placed it on her cheek, your thumb tracing the pout of her lips. her skin was soft, as usual, and warm. you only allowed yourself a second of touching her before you pulled your hand away, so you didn’t wake her.
while you admired her your mind replayed the night before, the way she held you close to her, the way her lips moved perfectly against hers. you had imagined that plenty of times before, wondering what it would be like to finally have her, and now you didn’t have to make it up in your head because it was real.
“you’re up early.” her voice came out in a low whisper, full of sleep. you tore your gaze away from her lips and looked at her eyes, but she hadn’t opened them yet.
“did i wake you? i’m sorry.” you spoke in the same volume as her. she finally opened her eyes, the corner of her mouth tugging up into a smile at the sight of you. she shook her head at your question, a small yawn leaving her as she started to come to her senses.
“no— no, you didn’t wake me.” the sheets rustled as she propped herself up on her elbow so she could have a better view of you. you both locked eyes and you figured she was having the same thoughts as you, both in disbelief that it was real. “this is… it’s nice. you know, not having to hide it anymore.”
“yeah, it is. imagine how long we would’ve gone thinking everything was one-sided.” you shook your head with a light, airy laugh. your eyes scanned over her face, to her pink lips to her blonde hair that was still messy from being asleep. you couldn’t help but to reach out and touch her, twirling a strand a blonde hair around your finger. “you know, it’s still early. we’re the only ones up.”
“mhm, that’s true.” paige pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. she reached out, her fingers brushing along your hip before settling at your waist, pulling you just a little closer. even in the dim light you could see the glint of something playful in her tired eyes, the way her lips curved like she already knew exactly where this was going. “you have something in mind?”
“maybe.” you bit your lip and tossed your leg over her hip. she hummed, her thumb tracing slow, lazy circles against your skin where your shirt—the one you took from her last night— had ridden up. the feeling sent a shiver up your spine, the way she touched you like you were the most precious thing in her life.
a quiet laugh escaped her and you leaned closer, closing the small distance between you. your nose brushed against hers and she tilted her head forward slightly, ghosting her lips over yours. there a second were you stayed like that, breathing in each other’s air, before your lips met in a kiss that was unhurried but deep. the kind of kiss that made you forget about the clock ticking in the background, about anything beyond the feeling of her pressed against you.
she tasted like sleep and something else you couldn’t put your finger on but still, you melted into it. your hand moved to the back of her neck to keep her close. paige smiled against your lips, shifting her weight so she was half on top of you now, her fingers still tracing along your side like she was memorizing every inch of you.
“you’re so perfect.” she sighed against your lips, pressing her forehead against yours.
“quit sweet talking me, p.” you couldn’t help but smile, your body flushing with heat.
paige let out a soft chuckle, the sound vibrating against you as she shifted even closer so she was fully on top of you now. “just telling the truth.” she admitted, voice low, lips brushing yours again.
you grinned like a teenager in love, slipping a hand beneath her shirt, feeling the toned muscles of her back flex beneath your fingertips. she kissed you again— this time deeper, with more intent. her hands moved down until her fingers caught the waistband of your panties. she didn’t move, not until you lifted your hips for her to pull them down, and she did.
paige broke away from the kiss for a moment so she could take her boxers off, tossing them to the ground along with yours. then she was back on you, her lips back on yours like she needed it to breath. you spread your legs for her, inviting her in. paige groaned when her fingers made contact with your cunt, feeling how wet you were. you were expecting to feel her slide her fingers in but she didn’t, she pulled away and lifted your leg, situating herself between your thighs.
“what are you doing?” you asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as you sat up on your forearms. paige placed your leg over her shoulder and placed her hand on your chest, gently pushing you back down.
“just relax. it’ll feel good, i promise.” she assured you. you nodded your head, trusting her words. you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth when she pressed her cunt against yours, aligning your clits. her fingers pressed into your calf and she experimentally rolled her hips forward, causing you both to let out a moan as her clit caught yours.
the weight of her pressed against you, the way her body molded so perfectly to yours, made it impossible to think about anything else. the slow, deliberate way she rolled her hips sent a shiver down your spine, your body instinctively moving to met her movements. your head pressed into the pillows and you grabbed at her hips, grinding her down harder against you.
you whined, hips jerking to met hers, because she was right, it does feel good. paige used her free hand to push your shirt up, cupping your tit and rolling your nipple between her fingers. “feels so good, p.”
“i know— fuck, i know, baby.” she mewled, her own hips stuttering. she leaned down and kissed you, muffling your moans so you didn’t wake anyone up. you pulled her closer, deepening the kiss, fingers threading into her hair as you arched into her. paige sighed into your mouth, her grip on your leg tightening slightly, like she was trying to steady herself.
the warmth between you was intoxicating, the pleasure building in your body pulling your closer to each other. her lips traveled slowly down to your jaw, then to your neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. the sensation sent a shiver through your body, and you couldn’t help the quiet gasp that escaped when she reached a sensitive spot just below your ear.
her pace sped up the closer she got, breathy moans spilling into your ear. your hips bucked up to meet her, pressing up into her with the same amount of force she was giving. the sound of your wetness mixing together was music to your ears.
“i’m so- i’m gonna cum, paige.” you gasped, wrapping your arms around her and clinging onto her.
“me too,” she groaned. your breaths mingled, heavy and uneven, as you pulled her impossibly closer, heat building between you. your hands roamed, grasping onto whatever you could to keep yourself grounded. each shift of your hips sent a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through you both, nerves on fire, bodies desperate for each other.
the friction was perfect— just enough pressure, just enough closeness to have you both teetering in the edge, a mix of gasps and moans filling the quiet room. paige’s forehead pressed against yours, your lips brushing but too breathless to kiss. your movements were growing more frantic as tension coiled tight in your cores. it was almost overwhelming— the heat, the slick slide of her skin on yours, the way you fit so perfect together.
a sharp, shuddering gasp fell from your lips as you let go. then paige, her muscles tensing, fingers digging into your thigh as the pleasure peaked. your bodies trembled against each other, moving through it, riding it out together until the aftershocks left you breathless and spent.
paige collapsed on your chest, panting as she tried to catch her breath, her eyes closed. you hummed in post orgasm bliss, laying your arm over your eyes.
“i think we should go back to sleep before everyone wakes up.” paige mumbled, her eyes staring to feel heavy.
“we should shower.” you could feel the stickiness between your thighs.
˚₊‧꒰ა ꣑ৎ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
“good morning, lovebirds.” azzi said singly as she finished up scrambling eggs in a pan. you and paige shuffled in rubbing your eyes of sleep and took a seat at the table with everyone else.
“morning, az. what’s for breakfast?” paige asked, turning around to look in the kitchen. azzi came out of the kitchen with plates in her hand, sending sarah to get the rest of the food, and set them on the table.
“oh, you know, just some eggs, bacon, pancakes. that kind of stuff.” she replied, sitting down next to kk. when sarah got back with the rest of the food, everyone started reaching forward to fill their plates up with what they wanted.
when everyone was finally situated kk let out a terrible fake cough, causing everyone to look at her. her eyes darted between you and paige, as if she had something to ask. sarah cleared her throat and you narrowed your eyes at her.
“so, i think we should talk about the political and social—“
“sarah,” you simply called her name to which she responded with a fake innocent what. you out your fork down and sat back in your seat. “we aren’t together, if that’s what you all were wondering.“
everyone started to feign confusion, various “what?”s and “who was wondering that?”s coming from the girls. you and paige laughed and looked at each other.
“yeah, we’re not together. not yet anyways.”
♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧
288 notes · View notes
sweettu1ips · 4 days ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
PAIGE BUECKERS x FEM!READER
SYNOPSIS: A fall shattered her future, dreams slipping through trembling fingers—but in the quiet ache of recovery, love reveals itself. Not in grand gestures, but in the steady presence of Paige, who has always been home.
WARNING(S): -ish, angst ⋮ yelling ⋮ argument ⋮ ACL injury ⋮ pain ⋮ crying ⋮ reader feeling lost(ig) ⋮ kissing ⋮ fluffy towards the end ⋮ ACL recovery ⋮ friends to lovers ⋮ emotional ⋮ slow-burn(ish) ⋮ kind of shit writing :/ ⋮ i'm not sure if i'm missing anything...
WORD COUNT: 9.2k [Here's a pretty long one before I start writing the series <3]
| MAIN MASTER LIST |
Tumblr media
ONE SECOND, I WAS IN THE AIR—suspended between gravity and glory—the ball in my court, the championship within reach.
The lights above gleamed like stars, burning bright against the cavernous arena, the roar of the crowd swelling like a tidal wave, pushing me higher, willing me forward. 
Every muscle in my body coiled with purpose, years of training condensed into this single, breathless moment. This was for us. For my girls, who bled beside me in every grueling practice.
For coach, who shaped me from raw talent into something unstoppable. For every person who had ever screamed my name, believing I could be something more than just a player.
And then the next second, it was as if time twisted, crueling and unrelenting. 
Time did not just slow; it fractured. The moment of collision ripped through me like a lightning strike, sudden and merciless.
My body twisted midair, momentum stolen, limbs flailing before the ground rose up to meet me. But it wasn’t just a fall. It was a crash, a brutal, unforgiving descent into agony.
The court was not hardwood beneath me; it was steel, unrelenting, and I crumpled against it like a marionette with its strings cut. Pain detonated through my body—sharp, blinding, all-consuming. 
A firestorm in my knee, a searing knife twisting in my hip, a sickening pop I both heard and felt.
The scream ripped from my throat before I even realized I was the one making it, raw and jagged, swallowed by the gasps in the crowd, the shrill of the referee’s whistle, the frantic shouts of my teammates.
 But none of it was louder than the relentless pounding in my ears, the deafening rhythm of my own heartbeat, slamming against my ribs like it wanted out. This isn’t how it’s supposed to end.
Tonight was the night. One of the biggest games of the season–– the Big East Championship. The night we were supposed to take everything we had bled for and make it ours.
And yet—here I was. Not sprinting down the court, not lifting the trophy, not standing.
Just lying there, my fingers digging into the polished wood, as if I could anchor myself against the inevitable.
Something was wrong.
Something was very wrong.
The pain wasn’t fading. It was swelling, spreading, sinking into my bones like venom. My knee was twisted at an unnatural angle, the joint already ballooning, throbbing, pulsing with heat. My hip screamed in protest when I tried to move, sending shockwaves of white-hot agony racing up my spine. And then there was the fear—the cold, creeping dread settling in my chest, suffocating, paralyzing.
Because this wasn’t just a fall.
This was something worse.
Something that could rip basketball from my grasp. Forever.
The world around me blurred, colors bleeding together, faces twisting in and out of focus like smudged paint on a canvas.
My chest rose and fell in ragged, uneven breaths, my fingers twitching against the slick hardwood as if I could claw my way back to before. Before the fall. Before the pain.
Before the moment my entire world began to slip through my fingers like sand in an unforgiving tide.
A hand pressed against my shoulder—firm, steady, yet trembling at the edges.
Coach.
His voice was a muffled hum against the static in my ears, but I could hear the strain in it, the forced calm he was trying to wield like a shield. I didn’t need to see his face to know. 
He was scared.
I blinked hard, my vision swimming in and out of clarity, and through the overhead glare, I saw them. My team. My girls. Their faces frozen in horror, hands clasped over their mouths, eyes wide with something I had never seen in them before—helplessness. 
They were warriors, fighters, the kind of players who clawed and scraped and pushed through anything. But now, they stood frozen, as if moving might shatter what little hope remained.
The trainers were there now, speaking in hushed, urgent tones. Hands hovered over me, assessing, measuring, calculating the extent of what I already knew was devastating.
“Where does it hurt?” one of them asked, but it felt like a cruel joke.
Everywhere.
The answer sat heavy on my tongue, but I couldn’t force it past my lips. My knee throbbed violently, a deep, bone-deep ache that spread like wildfire, the joint swollen, stiff, unnatural.
My hip burned with a pain that rooted itself into my spine, anchoring me to the floor in agony. But worse than all of it—worse than the physical destruction—was the creeping, soul-crushing certainty that this was it.
This wasn’t just a sprain.
This wasn’t just another injury to ice and shake off.
This was something bigger. Something worse. Something that could take everything from me.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to drown out the noise, the panic, the sheer, unbearable weight of it all. But I couldn’t ignore the way the stretcher was brought onto the court.
I couldn’t ignore the hush that fell over the crowd, the way thousands of voices had shrunk into silence, waiting, watching, knowing what I wasn’t ready to accept.
The trainers moved carefully, methodically, but even the slightest shift sent a fresh wave of agony rolling through me. I bit down hard, tasting copper, my nails digging into my palms, a futile attempt to ground myself in something other than the pain.
And then—Paige.
I didn’t see her at first. I felt her. The familiar presence before I even heard her voice. Then, suddenly, she was there, pushing past the others, dropping to her knees beside me, her fingers brushing against mine in a whisper of warmth. Her touch, the only thing in this moment that didn’t hurt.
Her eyes locked onto mine, stormy and wild, brimming with something fierce, something unbreakable.
“I’m here,” she breathed, voice tight, shaking. “I’ve got you.”
And for the first time since the fall, I let myself believe that maybe, just maybe, she did.
Her touch was a lifeline, delicate but unwavering, as if her fingers could draw the pain out of me, pull it from my skin like a curse unspoken.
I clung to her, the rhythm of her breath syncing with mine, a soft, fragile beat in the chaos of the world spinning around us. 
Her presence was the anchor in a sea of doubt, the only thing keeping me tethered to something solid, something real. But even that wasn't enough to quell the storm raging inside me.
"Hey," Paige whispered, her voice steady, but there was something raw underneath it, something jagged that cut through her carefully controlled words. "Look at me. You’re going to be ok, alright?" 
I could see the way her lips trembled, the way her hands were clenched tight around mine, as if she feared that if she let go, I might disappear. And in a way, I understood. Because in that moment, I felt like I was slipping.
Like the very core of me was being pulled apart, thread by thread, until I was nothing but a collection of broken dreams and what-ifs.
The stretcher came, the cold, unyielding metal frame beneath me sending a shiver through my body, and with it came the realization: this wasn’t a bruise I could ice away. This wasn’t a sprained ankle that would heal in a few weeks. 
The look in the doctor’s eyes when he glanced at me told me everything I needed to know.
They couldn’t say it yet, not with so many people watching, but I saw the truth there. A diagnosis, a future that wasn’t certain, a career that might slip away in a single, cruel breath.
“You’ll be alright,” I heard Paige say again, her voice barely a whisper, but it wrapped around me like a cloak, warm and tight.
The words burrowed deep inside me, sinking into the wound of my heart, and for a moment, I allowed myself to let go of the panic, of the fear that gnawed at the edges of my mind. 
For that fleeting moment, it was just the two of us, her breath mingling with mine, her presence filling the empty spaces where I used to believe in things like certainty and control.
I couldn’t feel my leg anymore, the numbness creeping in like the dark, but the pain in my chest—a hollow, aching emptiness—was enough to consume me whole. I had built my life on this game. 
On the rush of the court beneath my feet, on the ball in my hands, on the endless hours of practice, sweat, and sacrifice. And now, as I was lifted away from everything I had ever known, I wondered if I would ever feel whole again.
The stadium lights, once brilliant, now seemed like distant stars, fading and flickering as I was carried away, as if the universe itself were dimming in sympathy with the crushing weight on my soul. The cheering, once deafening, now felt like an echo from a life I could no longer touch. 
My dreams, so close they had once seemed within reach, were now drifting further away with every inch the stretcher moved.
But then, I felt her hand again, pressing against mine, warm and steady. Her fingers intertwined with mine, a promise, a tether to something I could still hold onto.
“We’ll figure this out,” she said, her voice strong now, like a steady current cutting through the storm. “You’re not alone in this. I’m right here.”
Her words were a balm to the raw, open wound inside me. But the truth was, no one could take away the fear. The cold, gnawing fear that my future in this game, the one thing I had known for so long, was slipping through my fingers like smoke.
I closed my eyes, my heart beating slow and heavy in my chest, and for the first time, I let myself lean into the warmth of Paige’s presence.
Her hand was the only thing that kept me from shattering, and in that brokenness, I allowed myself to believe—if only for a moment—that maybe, just maybe, I could rebuild.
We would rebuild. Together.
Together.
Togeth-
To-
“Y/N?” 
“Y/N.”
Paige’s voice slipped through the static, sharp enough to cut through the fog wrapped around my mind. My head felt heavy, thoughts sluggish and tangled, like a radio caught between frequencies—just white noise and fleeting, incoherent signals. 
I barely registered the crease in her brows, the slight part of her lips, the way she hovered, waiting.  
“I was asking what you wanted for dinner,” she repeated, her voice softer now, laced with something careful, something that tread lightly.  
Her words reached me slow, like sound traveling through water, distant and warped. 
My gaze flickered, landing on the deep blue of her eyes, then the soft parting of her lips. I caught the quick flick of her tongue, the way it glossed over her bottom lip before disappearing again. 
Something about the motion anchored me, pulling me just enough from the haze to remember I had to answer.  
I blinked. Tilted my head slightly.  
“Mexican— please.” The word tumbled out, weightless, thoughtless.  
Paige lingered, watching me, waiting for something more. I gave her nothing. Just turned back to the window, to the blurred streaks of streetlights smearing gold across the glass. 
The world outside moved, but I felt detached from it, like I was watching from behind some invisible barrier.  
She sighed. It was soft, almost imperceptible, but I caught it.  
She thought I was tired. Or maybe that’s just what she told herself.
Brent Faiyaz murmured through the speakers, his voice smooth, weaving into the quiet like silk. The hum of the car, the occasional flick of the turn signal—it all blended together, a background score to the silence stretching between us.  
Paige broke it first.  
“Talked to Macy today.” She kept her voice even, dipping her toes into cold water. Testing. “told me you made some pretty great progress at therapy.” 
A quick glance, then a nudge against my arm, something light, something meant to pull me in.  
I rolled my eyes instead. Kept them fixed on the moving world outside.  
I could feel her waiting. Expecting me to say something.  
I did.  
“What is this?” My voice came out flat, edged with something bitter. “You keeping tabs on me now? Counting my steps, measuring my progress? Waiting for me to finally catch up?” A dry, humorless laugh.
 “Bad news—I haven’t gone anywhere in the past 10 months.”  
The air in the car shifted. Grew heavier. Paige’s grip on the wheel tightened.  
“You know that’s not what I meant.”  
I didn’t respond. But my gaze—it drifted.
Down, down, to the brace wrapped around my right knee. The one I had worn like a second skin since the accident. 
The one that screamed at me every time I moved wrong. A reminder. A weight. A sentence I hadn’t been given the choice to serve.
My fingers curled into my palm, pressing deep, grounding myself in the sting. Paige noticed. She always noticed.  
Her eyes flicked toward me, then to my hands—tense, unmoving. Her right hand left the console, found mine, threading our fingers together with ease. Like it was natural.
It was.  
It had been, for a while now.  
"Hey," she murmured, softer this time. "Don't let yourself think that just because you hit a bump in the road, you don’t matter. Don’t—don’t ever let that shit get into your head, alright? Because you’re still in this, whether you think so or not." 
I swallowed, but it did nothing to loosen the knot in my throat.  
She didn’t get it.  
10 months. 10 months of feeling trapped in the same aching cycle. Wake up. Pain. PT. More pain. Nothing changed.
I had pushed, forced myself through every damn exercise, through every stretch, through every stair climbed and weight lifted. And still—I was stuck.  
It felt like being locked in a room with no doors, no windows. Just walls that kept closing in, pressing tighter, leaving just enough air to exist but never enough to breathe.  
And at night, when the world was quiet, when the weight of it all sank into my bones, I could still see it.  
The accident.
The moment my body folded wrong, the sickening pop, the way pain swallowed me whole before I even hit the ground.
The way the sky blurred—too bright, too vast—as the sounds of the game faded into white noise. Hands on me. Voices I couldn’t recognize. The panicked rush of the ambulance.  
The surgery.
Sterile lights. Cold air against my skin. A mask over my mouth, the slow, creeping pull of anesthesia dragging me under. Then—darkness.  
The first day of PT.
The first time I tried to move and failed. The sharp, unforgiving pain that shot through me like a live wire. The way my body refused to listen. The way my therapist had smiled at me, patient and kind, telling me it would take time. That it was a process. That I had to trust it.  
But trust was hard when every step felt like a battle I kept losing. 
Behind all of it, lurking beneath the surface, was something heavier. The articles. The ones that used to paint my story in bright, bold letters, capturing every slam dunk, every game-winner, every moment that made me feel like I was on top of the world.
 But now, they only reminded me of the cracks, the moments where I stumbled, where my body couldn’t keep up with the force of my ambition. 
The whispers. The ones that echoed in locker rooms, in hallways, in the stands. They used to ask when I’d get drafted, when I’d make it to the next level.
Now, they barely spoke my name. It was as if I was just a ghost on a paper trail, slowly fading away. 
The expectations.The ones that used to drive me, that pushed me harder, faster, until every second of the game felt like life or death.
Now, they were suffocating, bearing down on me, reminding me of what I was supposed to be, not what I had become.  
And underneath it all, the weight that felt the heaviest—the fear that I was being left behind. Everyone else was moving forward.Everyone else seemed to be finding their place, their rhythm, their future.
 But me? I was stuck in this moment, this place, where I didn’t matter anymore. 
I could feel it, like a knot in my chest. The chance to get drafted was no longer just a dream—it was a distant possibility I couldn’t touch. It felt like I was watching from the sidelines, a shadow on a game I used to play in.  
I couldn’t shake it. The thought that I was slipping through their fingers, just another name, another headline that would eventually fade into the past.
 Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them all moving forward, without me. 
I saw the clock ticking, louder and louder, as if it was counting down to a time when I was no longer relevant.
Paige’s thumb brushed against my knuckles, slow and steady, pulling me back to the present.  
“I know it’s been hard,” she murmured, voice threading through the quiet like the first crack of dawn against an endless night. “I know you feel stuck. But you’re not alone in this, Y/N/N. You never have been, and you never will be.”
Her words hung in the air, fragile, like the last leaves of autumn clinging to their branches before the wind came to take them.
I stared down at our joined hands, at the way her fingers curled around mine—gentle, warm, steady. A tether in the storm.
I wanted to believe her. God, I wanted to.
But belief was a fickle thing, slipping through my fingers like sand, impossible to grasp no matter how tightly I tried to hold on.
“Right,” I muttered, the word slipping past my lips, hollow, weightless. I exhaled slow, deep, as if trying to empty my lungs of something heavier than air—something that had settled deep inside me, thick and unmoving.
My teeth grazed the inside of my cheek, sharp against soft, the dull sting grounding me for just a moment. My jaw clenched, a quiet rebellion against the emotions pressing at the edges of my ribs, waiting to spill over.
Instead of letting them, I turned back toward the window, watching as the world blurred past in streaks of amber and shadow, a silent film playing at a speed I couldn’t match.
And then—her grip.
Slightly tighter. Once. Twice. Three times.
A rhythm. A pattern. A pulse against my skin.
She always did that. And I always wondered why.
Tumblr media
"You think this is just about your knee?" Geno’s voice cracked through the air like a gunshot, sharp and unforgiving. "No, kid. This is about you. About that damn wall you keep building between yourself and the game. Between yourself and the people trying to help you."
I sat there frozen, my pulse thrumming in my ears, my arms crossed so tight it felt like I was trying to hold myself together. His words struck like a match against dry wood, igniting something volatile inside me. 
My chest was tight, my jaw locked, my breathing uneven. I wanted to fight back, to tell him he didn’t understand, but I knew the second I opened my mouth, the weight of everything I’d been carrying would come spilling out.
"You don’t get it—"
"Oh, I get it just fine." Geno stepped closer, his presence towering, his voice like thunder rolling low in the distance, a storm waiting to break. "You’re pissed. You’re frustrated. You feel like the universe dealt you a bad hand, and now you gotta crawl your way back to where you were. And instead of taking the help, instead of trusting the process, you’re making it harder for yourself."
The air felt thin, my lungs refusing to expand fully. My fingers dug into my arms, nails pressing crescent moons into my skin. I needed to hold on to something, anything, before I shattered.
"You think I want to be like this?" My voice came out sharp, like broken glass, words slicing at the edges of my teeth. "You think I want to wake up every damn day feeling like I’ve lost everything? That I have to fight just to move like I used to? To watch everyone else move forward while I’m stuck in the same place?"
I was unraveling, the seams fraying, every emotion I had buried beneath exhaustion and frustration clawing its way to the surface.
Geno let out a slow breath, measured, but his gaze stayed locked on mine, unyielding. "No one’s saying it isn’t hard, Y/N. But you? You’re the one making it unbearable."
The words slammed into me like a body check. I flinched—barely—but he caught it. He always did.
"You think the weight of all this is yours to carry alone, but it’s not. You have people who want to help you, who believe in you, who see more in you than just this injury. But instead of trusting them, instead of trusting yourself, you’re shutting down. You’re keeping yourself in this prison of doubt and anger, and the only one suffering for it is you."
My vision blurred for a split second—not with tears, but with the sheer force of everything I’d been trying to suppress.
The articles. The scouts. The draft. The future I had spent my entire life chasing, now dangling just out of reach, taunting me.
Because what if I never reached it?
What if I clawed my way through the pain, through the rehab, through every grueling day of physical therapy—only to come up short?
The thought had been haunting me for months, a quiet, insidious whisper in the back of my mind.
What if you never get back to who you were?
What if you’re just… done?
I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat thick and immovable. "It’s not that easy."
Geno’s expression softened for a fraction of a second before the steel returned, unwavering. "No. It’s not. But you’re making it impossible."
The silence between us was thick, weighted with everything left unsaid. I could still hear the echoes of that moment—the sharp crack of impact, the way the world had wrenched sideways as I hit the ground. 
The crowd’s roar had died in an instant, replaced by a suffocating stillness, a beat of eerie quiet before panic surged through the air.
I could still see the blur of the stretcher, the sterile white of the hospital room, the forced smiles on my parents’ faces—strained, trembling at the edges, unable to mask the fear in their eyes.
I could still feel it.
All of it.
And the worst part? It hadn’t stopped feeling like that moment.
Like I was still on the ground. Still watching everything I had worked for slip through my fingers.
Suddenly the air in Geno’s office felt suffocating, thick with the weight of words I wasn’t ready to hear.
The walls felt closer than they should have, the fluorescent light above casting a harsh glare over the desk between us.
"You don’t understand," I whispered once more, my voice barely there, fragile like glass threatening to shatter under pressure.
Geno tilted his head slightly, his gaze steady, unrelenting. "Then make me." His voice was quieter now, but no less firm. "Or better yet, make yourself get it. Because if you don’t? If you keep fighting the wrong battle, Y/N?"
He shook his head once, slow and deliberate, letting the silence stretch between us like a chasm. "You’ll lose before you even step back on that court."
And that—that—was the part that scared me the most.
Because deep down, I knew he was right.
I could survive the rehab, the pain, the grueling hours of training. I could take the blood, the sweat, the exhaustion. But losing myself? Losing the game—the only thing I had ever truly known, the only thing that had ever made sense?
That was a different kind of pain entirely.
The weight of it sat on my chest, heavy, suffocating, clawing its way up my throat. I couldn’t lose myself. But the fear of losing everything I had worked for—it clung to me, ghosting over my skin like a warning, like a whisper of what could come.
The protection of being the greatest player on the court was no longer in my hands.
The realization was devastating.
My breath was shaky, uneven, as I pushed back from the chair. My legs felt unsteady, my head light, but I stood.
My eyes burned, the tears I had spent weeks—months—trying to hold back brimming at my waterline, desperate to fall. I wouldn’t let them. Not here. Not in front of him. Not in front of anyone.
I turned on my heel, fingers curling around the doorknob. I needed to get out. I didn’t want to hear any more, didn’t want to face the truth that Geno had shoved in my face like a mirror I couldn’t look away from.
But when I pulled the door open, my stomach dropped.
They were there.
KK. Azzi. Sarah. Ice.
And Paige.
All standing just a few feet away.
The hallway was eerily quiet, but the way their faces fell, the way their eyes flickered with something between concern and hesitation—I knew they had heard everything. Well, more like the yelling.
My breathing stuttered, my chest rising and falling too quickly. Tears I had barely been holding at bay slipped past my lashes, hot against my skin, and I hated it. Hated how exposed I felt. How raw.
I turned my back to Geno, my vision blurring as I wiped at my face roughly, as if scrubbing the emotion away would make it disappear.
But when my gaze met Paige’s—that soft, worried expression, the way her brows knitted together, the way her lips parted as if she wanted to say something but didn’t know how—I felt something snap.
I stood frozen for a second, caught in the weight of her stare, the quiet understanding that sat between us like something unspoken, something fragile.
I shook my head, as if shaking myself out of a trance.
I pulled my hoodie over my head, the fabric swallowing me whole, a pathetic attempt to disappear, to make myself small, to push them all away.
And then, without a word, I walked past them.
Didn’t know where I was going, but I just kept going.
The world around me blurred—faces, voices, the rush of movement all melting into a distant hum.
The neon signs above the storefronts flickered weakly against the night, their glow swallowed by the thick, humid air that clung to my skin. Even at this hour, UConn’s campus still pulsed with life. 
Groups of students spilled onto the sidewalks, their laughter and chatter weaving into the distant wail of sirens and the rhythmic hum of cicadas.
No one noticed me.
No one saw the way my shoulders curled inward, the way my breath hitched unevenly in my chest.
The farther I walked, the quieter everything became.
My hands clenched deep inside the pockets of my hoodie, fingers curling into fists.
The fabric was rough against my knuckles, grounding me in something tangible, something real. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, heavy and uneven, drowning out the world around me.
I didn’t stop walking.
Didn’t think. 
Then, suddenly, I was here.
The gym.
Its towering structure loomed before me, untouched by time, yet somehow different—colder. The doors groaned on their rusted hinges as I stepped inside, the air thick with the scent of sweat, aged wood, and the faint metallic tang of dust.
The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed, flickering like dying stars, casting long, distorted shadows against the polished floor.
I stood there, still.
The court stretched before me, vast and empty, its boundaries marking the space where I once felt whole—where every movement had purpose, where my body knew exactly what to do before my mind even had to think.
Now, all I felt was the crushing weight of everything I’d lost.
A presence loomed above.
Geno.
Watching. Silent. Measuring.
I wasn’t supposed to be here. I knew that.
But my feet had brought me anyway.
Like they always did.
Like they always would.
My gaze flickered to the sidelines, where a lone basketball rested against the edge of the court. Its once-vibrant orange hue was dulled with time, scuffed and worn, its grooves filled with dust. It looked abandoned. Forgotten. Just like me.
I bent down to pick it up, fingers brushing against the rough surface. The weight of it settled into my palms—familiar, yet foreign. Like holding a memory that no longer fit the shape of who I was.
A past version of myself lingered in this gym, in these walls, in the phantom echoes of sneakers squeaking against polished wood.
 I used to belong here. This court had once been my second home, a place where I moved without thinking, where my body knew exactly what to do before my mind had even caught up.
But now?
Now, it felt like a cage.
A cruel joke. A reminder of every second, every minute, every month that had slipped through my fingers while I sat on the sidelines, watching.
Ten months.
Ten months of physical therapy.
Ten months of rehab.
Ten months of stretching, icing, strengthening, pushing—only to feel like I was standing still.
They told me healing wasn’t linear. That progress took time.
But what if I had wasted all this time just to end up exactly where I started.
I swallowed hard, exhaling sharply. Then, I moved.
Dribble. Dribble. Dribble.
The sound cracked through the empty gym like a heartbeat—mine, erratic, desperate. I gripped the ball tighter, fingers pressing into the seams, trying to anchor myself to something real. Something solid.
One step. Two steps. Pull up. Shoot.
The ball clanked off the rim.
My breath stuttered, the sound scraping against the silence.
Again.
One step. Two steps. Pull up. Shoot.
Short.
The sound of failure echoed through the hollow space, wrapping around me, sinking into my skin.
What’s wrong with me?
I used to make this shot in my sleep. I used to move without thinking, without questioning, without this crushing weight of doubt pressing into my lungs.
Now, nothing felt right.
Not in the way I jumped. Not in the way I landed. Not in the way I breathed.
The brace on my knee squeezed like a vice, a silent reminder, a whisper in the dark: You are not the same.
And I knew that. God, I knew that.
But I was so tired of waiting.
Tired of time moving like a glacier, of watching the world spin without me, of clawing at progress only to feel it slip through my fingers like sand.
I wanted to be back.
I needed to be back.
But what if—what if when I finally got there, I wasn’t enough?
What if I had lost her—the version of myself who soared, who dominated, who had no fear of falling?
What if I was chasing something already gone?
I pushed harder.
Faster.
More.
The court blurred beneath me, my body moving on pure defiance, on the raw ache of desperation. My lungs burned, sweat slicking my skin, my vision tunneling to the basket—because if I just made this shot, if I just did this one thing, maybe—just maybe—I could prove to myself that I still belonged.
But then—
I misstepped.
The world tilted.
Gravity seized me in its merciless grip, and before I could catch myself, I was falling. Again.
My body collided with the hardwood, the impact reverberating through my bones, but the sting barely registered. Because the real pain—the kind that burned beneath my ribs—had already settled in.
I wasn’t the same.
I wasn’t the same.
And maybe—I never would be.
Footsteps rushed toward me, quick and urgent.
"Y/N!"
Paige.
Her voice cut through the thick silence, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at her.
She crouched beside me, her presence warm and unwelcome, hands reaching, hovering, like she didn’t know if I’d let her touch me. "What the hell are you doing?"
I let out a sharp breath, turning my face away. "I’m fine."
"No, you’re not." Her voice was gentle but unyielding. "Seriously, Y/N/N—"
"I’m fine!"
The words came out too sharp, too raw, slicing through the space between us. I shoved her hands off me, a final push, a desperate attempt to keep her at arm’s length.
Paige froze, hurt flashing across her face before she quickly masked it.
I groaned, dragging a hand through my hair, my breath coming too fast, too uneven. "God, Paige!" My voice cracked, splintering under the weight of something I wasn’t ready to name. "Why can’t you just—leave me alone? For one fucking second?"
She didn’t move.
Didn’t flinch.
And that only made the anger rise higher, hotter, burning through my veins like wildfire.
"All you’ve done these past months is get on my ass!" My voice wavered, but I couldn’t stop. "Tellin’ me what I need to do, how my progress is going, how I should be feeling. Just—just stop!"
"Y/N..." Her voice was quiet, but it held so much weight. "I’m just trying to help."
"Help?" I repeated, sarcasm lacing my words. "Is that what you’re calling it? 'Cause it sure as hell doesn’t feel like help. It feels like... like I’m some fucking project, and you’re the goddamn teacher, making me jump through hoops to prove I’m worth something."
Her brows pulled together, frustration flickering in her eyes. "Because I know you’re trying! I know you’re putting in the effort. But you’re the only one who can’t see that. We want you back, Y/N. We need you back. But you’re so afraid of failing, you don’t even wanna try more."
I let out a hollow laugh, empty and bitter, the sound barely resembling something human.
"What else do you want me to do, Paige?" I snapped, my voice raw, my throat tight. "You think I’m making this harder for myself?" My breath hitched. My vision blurred. "You think I’m not tired? Tired of feeling so useless? Tired of feeling so stuck while all of you are out there, playing, living, moving forward—"
I swallowed thickly, my pulse roaring in my ears.
"I have been fighting." My voice trembled. "But nothing—nothing is fucking working." My shoulders sagged, the exhaustion settling deep in my bones.
"I’ve spent the last ten months working my ass off to get back to who I was. But what if I never do?"
The words hung between us, thick and heavy, raw and real.
Paige opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
Silence pressed down on us, suffocating.
Then, suddenly, I was moving––pushing myself up, turning away.
"Where are you going, huh?" Paige’s voice was louder now, tinged with desperation. "Nothin’s gonna do you any good if you’re just gonna go back to your dorm and feel sorry for yourself."
The moment the words left her mouth, regret flashed across her face.
Instantly, everything stopped.
I stood there, my back to her, my fists clenched so tight my nails bit into my palms.
She didn’t mean it.
I knew she didn’t.
But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
I swallowed, forcing my voice to stay steady, even as the weight of it all threatened to pull me under.
"I never asked for your help, Paige."
And with that, I walked away.
Again.
Tumblr media
It was another Wednesday. Another grey morning that bled into the warmth of the afternoon, stealing a touch of brightness into the dullness of winter.
 Late January had no business feeling this warm, yet there it was, a surprise sunshine pushing through the clouded sky.
 A slight breeze played with the edges of my jacket, tugging at me in gentle reminders of the world continuing outside my small bubble of frustration.
I hadn’t spoken to Paige since last night… since the words I threw at her like stones, sharp and unwarranted. I could still hear them echoing in my mind.
Practically telling her to fuck off.
 It felt like a jagged thing to say, even now. I had no right.
I knew I shouldn’t have said it. I knew that, but the frustration in me boiled over—too much, too fast. She didn’t deserve that.
Especially not after everything she’d done for me.
I couldn’t even count the nights she’d stayed up with me when the pain from my surgery made sleep impossible.
The nights where she curled up on the floor beside my bed, her hand resting lightly on my wrist, grounding me when the discomfort turned unbearable. When I got frustrated—at the limitations, at myself—she never snapped, never told me to get over it.
She just listened.
The endless drives to and from physical therapy, even when I wasn’t able to offer her any thanks, because my knee was a constant reminder of my limits.
When I’d been too bitter to acknowledge her efforts, when I sat in silence, fuming, she never wavered. 
She would just let the music play softly through the car speakers, her fingers drumming lightly against the steering wheel in time with the beat. Letting me exist in my anger but never letting me sit in it alone.
Paige had been nothing but patient, kind, and steady. She had shown up—again and again.
When I lashed out, when I pulled away, when I made it impossible for anyone to get close—Paige stayed. She pushed when I needed pushing and gave me space when I needed air.
She brought me my favorite snacks, even when I refused to eat, leaving them on the table without a word. She sat with me through the rough nights, playing old movies on her phone when I couldn’t sleep.
She learned how to tape my knee properly when I complained that the physical therapists always did it too tight.
She carried my bag when the weight of it pulled too much at my shoulder. She made jokes, teasing me just enough to make me forget—if only for a moment—how much everything hurt.
And I had the audacity to act like she was the problem. Like she was in my way.
The regret curled up at the edges of my chest, cold and insidious, a reminder of just how unfair I had been. How blind..
But the words… they’d slipped out, a careless storm of resentment, clouding everything. And now, here I was—silent in my guilt, unable to shake the weight of what I had done.
I sighed deeply as I glanced into the vanity mirror, the soft hum of the Bronco’s engine cooling into stillness. The reflection staring back at me was no different than usual. 
My hair was simply braided, strands falling loose in a few places, and my UCONN sweatshirt, the one I’d worn so many times, hung comfortably over me like a second skin. 
I adjusted the brace on my knee, a reminder of everything I had gone through, and grabbed my bag, my phone, my lifeline.
The parking lot outside the facility was quiet, save for the occasional shuffle of other cars coming and going. I could feel my nerves gnawing at the edges of my thoughts. And then, across the lot, to my left, there she was.
Paige.
Leaning casually against her black Jeep, arms crossed, eyes gazing off into the distance, lost in thought or perhaps waiting for me. I stopped. My breath caught. She wasn’t supposed to be here. Not now. Not after what had happened.
My heart skipped a beat in a way it never had before. It wasn’t just the sight of her—it was the fact that she was here. Standing in front of me, even after last night. Even after everything.
I furrowed my brows, walking toward her slowly, hesitantly, as if I weren’t sure whether I was moving toward her or away from the uncomfortable mess we’d made.
"You’re here."
I muttered the words under my breath, a small disbelief lingering between us. 
Paige looked at me with that soft, half-smile that could always make me feel like everything was going to be okay, even when I didn’t feel like it. "When have I ever missed any day of your PT?"
Her smirk seemed almost like a challenge, but also a quiet comfort. I shifted on my feet, looking anywhere but directly at her.
But, I knew better. Paige wasn’t just here because of that. There was more to it, something unspoken, yet too heavy to ignore.
The words I wanted to say felt too large, too complicated to voice, and the silence settled between us like an unsolvable puzzle.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, barely above a whisper, a soft curiosity edging into my voice.
Paige uncrossed her arms, letting them drop to her sides, and sighed, a long exhale that seemed to carry all the tension she’d been holding onto.
She turned away for a moment, looking toward the distant horizon, her fingers twitching at her sides. When she turned back, she seemed more vulnerable than I had ever seen her, eyes searching mine as if she were weighing something in the space between us.
"Because I realized that you’re right."
She paused, swallowing hard, and I felt the ground shift beneath my feet, the weight of her words settling heavily in my chest. "I have been on your ass..."
Guilt flooded through me, sharp and biting. I bit down on the inside of my cheek, holding back the emotions that were rising too quickly. She didn’t deserve my frustration.
"Paige," I started, but she was quicker, cutting me off with a softness that disarmed every defense I had left.
"But because I care about you," she continued, and the world seemed to stop for a heartbeat, the air thickening with the gravity of her words. "And I love you."
Her hand found mine, delicate and warm as she slid her fingers between mine, grounding me in something familiar, something safe. My heart tripped over itself, a sudden skip that sent a confusing wave of emotion through my chest.
I love you wasn’t new. I had said it a thousand times before—both to Paige and to others. Yet now, with her hand in mine, it felt different. It was a deeper pulse, a deeper truth.
Paige continued, her voice lower now, carrying an apology wrapped in care. "And because I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have said that shit to you yesterday."
The weight of her words settled over me, washing away the sharpness of the argument. Sorry.
It was a small word, but it held so much. She didn’t have to say it. She didn’t owe me an apology. But there it was, hanging in the space between us, an offering I didn’t know I needed until now.
I looked at her, and everything inside me stilled. The guilt that had knotted in my chest began to loosen, though it lingered, hanging like the last drops of rain after a storm.
I felt the pulse of her heartbeat against my skin, felt the truth of everything we had shared and everything that was still left to be said.
In the quiet that followed, I squeezed her hand gently, offering something I couldn’t yet say aloud.
My heart still raced, uncertain but softening. And in that moment, everything else—the anger, the argument, the walls we had built—felt like echoes in the distance.
We were here, together, standing in the light of this new, fragile truth.
The world around us seemed to blur, melting away like the early morning fog caught in the sun’s embrace. The faint hum of cars in the distance was a muffled memory, drowned out by the beating of my own heart.
The warmth of her touch seeped into my skin, spreading through me like a slow fire, awakening parts of me that had long been dormant. Every breath I took felt deeper, more intentional, as if we were both waiting for the next breath, the next word to break the silence.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke, our bodies suspended in that fragile space where everything is too big to express and too important to leave unsaid.
The world felt slower, gentler. The sun was still climbing, its rays now stretched wide across the parking lot, casting long shadows that seemed to mirror the tension between us, but there was something tender in the way the light fell.
As if the day, too, was waiting for us to choose the next step.
I shifted my weight, my fingers tightening around hers. A small gesture, but it felt like I was offering something I wasn’t sure I had—my trust, my willingness to try again.
The ache in my chest softened just a fraction, though I couldn’t help the flicker of uncertainty that lingered in my stomach.
Was this real? Would we ever be the same after last night?
I opened my mouth, but the words I’d rehearsed in my head for hours felt inadequate, too small for what was swirling inside me. I wanted to apologize, but I didn’t know how to make up for everything. How could I?
“I’m sorry,” I finally said, the words feeling foreign on my tongue, but necessary. I didn’t even know if it was enough.
But I needed her to know—needed to feel like I was trying, like I was reaching for something beyond the anger, beyond the frustration. “I shouldn’t have said that. I shouldn’t have pushed you away like that.”
The guilt crept back, cold and insidious, curling up at the edges of my chest. I could feel it there, a constant reminder of how much I had hurt her, even though all she had ever done was try to help me. Try to love me.
Paige’s thumb brushed softly over the back of my hand, grounding me once again. Her gaze softened, the sharpness of earlier giving way to something warmer, something more vulnerable.
She was here, and she was willing to meet me where I stood, even after everything.
“I know,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but the sincerity in it was enough to stop time. “I know, and I’m sorry, too. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was… like I was smothering you.”
“You weren’t,” I said quickly, shaking my head, hating the way my own words had made her feel. “Paige, you were just—” I exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down my face before dropping it. “You were just looking out for me. You always do.”
Paige let out a dry chuckle, her tongue running along her bottom lip. “Yeah, well… maybe I need to chill out a little,” she admitted, and then met my eyes again. “But I just—” She sighed, shaking her head. “I just hate seeing you struggle. I know how hard this has been for you. And I didn’t wanna let you go through it alone.”
I swallowed hard, her words settling deep into my chest.
“I know,” I whispered.
Paige stepped closer, just slightly, but enough for me to notice, enough for my body to respond before my mind could catch up.
“I meant what I said,” she continued, her voice softer now. “I care about you. And I love you.”
My breath hitched. I knew this feeling—it was familiar, something safe, something that had always been there between us, unspoken but present. So why did hearing her say it make my stomach twist?
 I forced a small chuckle, trying to lighten the air before it swallowed me whole. “You act like we don’t always say that, P,” I murmured, shrugging. “We say it to Azzi and the girls all the time.”
Paige tilted her head slightly, studying me in that way that always made me feel like she saw more than I was willing to give. A slow smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.
“Yeah,” she said, voice almost teasing, but there was something else beneath it—something careful, deliberate. “But do you feel like this when you say it to them?”
I blinked, caught off guard. My breath hitched before I could stop it.
Paige had never said anything like that before—not so directly, not so openly. My mouth opened. Closed. My throat felt tight.
The air between us shifted, something unspoken crackling in the space where our fingers touched. Paige must’ve noticed, because she let out a small, knowing breath, her amusement laced with something softer, something more dangerous.
“Yeah,” she murmured, glancing away for the briefest moment before her eyes found mine again, steady and sure. “That’s what I thought.”
My heart slammed against my ribcage, a sharp, unmistakable rhythm.
Her fingers curled just a little tighter around mine, and suddenly, I wasn’t sure if I was still breathing.
She sighed, breaking the tension slightly. “Look, I know we fight,” she admitted. “And I know you’re stubborn as hell.”
A small, breathy laugh escaped me, and she rolled her eyes with a chuckle of her own.
“But I also know you,” she continued, a little more serious now. “And I know that when you push people away, it’s because you’re hurting. And I don’t care how much you fight me on this, Y/N—I’m not going anywhere.”
I felt my chest constrict, emotion creeping up my throat faster than I could swallow it down.
Paige smiled then, small but warm. “So,” she murmured, nodding towards the building behind me, “are we gonna stand here all day, or are you actually gonna let me walk you in?”
I huffed out a laugh, rolling my eyes. “God, you’re annoying,” I muttered, shaking my head as I turned on my heel, my hand still in hers.
Paige grinned. “Yeah,” she said, tugging me along beside her. “But you love me for it.”
And, for the first time in a long time, I didn’t argue.
The tension between us began to dissolve like mist in the early morning sun, and I could feel the space between us closing, slowly, like the tender stitches of a wound trying to heal.
Paige spoke again, a teasing lilt in her voice. “You’re the best player on this team—maybe even on the same level as Michael Jordan.”
I rolled my eyes despite the smile etching on my face. “Ok, now that’s reaching.” I laughed.
Paige laughed too, her laugh sweet and familiar, but then she shook her head, her expression softening. “Alright, that’s not the point!” She nudged my arm.
She hesitated for a second, as if choosing her words carefully. “Look, I know it doesn’t always feel like you’re getting anywhere. I know how frustrating it is to work your ass off and still feel stuck. But, Y/N, that doesn’t mean you’re not growing. You’re not just a great player—you’re one of the hardest-working people I know. And you know what happens when someone like you keeps pushing, even when it’s tough?”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “Enlighten me.”
Paige smirked. “They don’t just get better. They come back stronger, smarter—more unstoppable than they ever were before. So yeah, maybe you don’t feel like you’re at your peak right now. But that doesn’t mean you won’t be. And when that happens? Michael Jordan better watch his back.”
I let out a breathy chuckle, shaking my head, but the warmth spreading through my chest told me that her words had landed exactly where they needed to.
Something about the way she said it—the quiet certainty in her voice—made my heart clench. She didn’t just say things to make me feel better; she meant them.
And that realization hit me like a wave, pulling me under before I even had the chance to catch my breath.
My gaze drifted from her deep blue eyes to her lips—soft, perfect, slightly parted as if waiting for something, for me.
My heartbeat stuttered, a rapid, uneven rhythm against my ribs.
Before I could overthink it, my hand moved on its own, fingertips grazing the sharp line of her jaw. Her breath hitched, a subtle intake of air that sent warmth rushing through me.
Slowly, I tilted her face down to mine, closing the space between us, and then I kissed her.
The world around us blurred, faded into nothing. There was no noise, no expectation, just the quiet press of her lips against mine—soft, warm, achingly familiar yet entirely new.
It was slow, unhurried, like the moment had always been waiting for us to catch up to it.
I could feel everything in that kiss—the way her lips moved against mine, tender but sure, the way my hands trembled slightly where they held her.
She tasted like something sweet, something comforting, and yet there was a fire beneath it, a spark igniting deep in my chest. The way she melted into me, the way her fingers curled ever so slightly against my waist, sent a shiver down my spine.
By the time we pulled back, I felt lightheaded, breathless in a way that had nothing to do with oxygen. Paige’s eyes searched mine, something unreadable flickering across her face before her lips curved into a small, knowing smile. 
“I love you,” I murmured, the words tasting different now—deeper, more honest than they had ever been before.
Paige’s smile widened, and she squeezed my hand gently. “I love you, too.” Her voice was steady, but there was something raw in it, something that made my heart flutter. “And I’m not going anywhere, okay?”
I nodded, unable to find the right words to say back. What could I say? She had already given me everything I needed to hear.
I didn’t need grand gestures or promises that we’d be perfect. I just needed her to stay—to show up, like she always had.
She pulled me into a hug, and I let myself fall into it, the warmth of her body pressing against mine, grounding me.
In that moment, I could feel the weight of everything that had been said and unsaid—everything that had hurt and healed—begin to settle in a place where I could finally let go.
I breathed her in, the familiar scent of her hair, her skin, mingling with the cool air around us. The sun, now higher in the sky, warmed my face as I closed my eyes.
The world outside continued, but in this moment, everything felt still, everything felt possible again. The past was never going to be perfect, but we could make the future ours, one step at a time.
And for the first time in a long while, I felt like I was finally ready to move forward, with her by my side.
Paige smiled knowingly. “You’re already incredible, Y/N. And I can’t wait to see the player—the person—you’re becoming.”
My heart fluttered, an unexpected rush of emotion tightening in my throat. I looked away for a moment, trying to play it cool, but Paige caught my chin gently between her fingers, guiding my gaze back to hers.
“And just so we’re clear,” she added, her voice a little softer now, “no matter how good you get, I’m still totally claiming credit for hyping you up first.”
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t fight the grin spreading across my face. “Obviously.
Tumblr media
© sweettu1ips.tumblr 2025 do not copy, translate or claim any of my writing or works as your own.
417 notes · View notes
sweetbcgs · 8 months ago
Text
MY KIND OF WOMAN / paige bueckers
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
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!!
𓆩♡𓆪
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
650 notes · View notes
bdbueckers · 2 months ago
Text
ballin' pt.2 | p.b
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
"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.
863 notes · View notes
cosmopretty · 7 months ago
Text
Possessive
paige bueckers x fem smut
warnings: strap, choking, dacryphilia, degrading, fingering PURE SMUT
Tumblr media
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.
921 notes · View notes