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insane fyp pull

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first night without a pride & prejudice chapter and i’m having withdrawals

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preach.

i don’t get why people can’t just sit and watch the live instead of bothering them about azzi and paige or saying messed up things.

Jose needs to not read creepy comments about drew out loud and people need to stop acting up in the live comments. yall making the rest of us look bad and it’s so embarrassing who taught you to be this way

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there so gay. yuck

hey guys!!! I was at Azzi and Paige's camp today and I got some pics with them. They were so touchy with each other and Paige barley looked away from Azzi. Paige threw the ball at azzis butt and Azzi smiled. I got Azzi to sign my Paige hoodie and she giggled. Also Azzi was demonstrating her workout and she was shooting, when she missed Paige booed her playfully. So cute!

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i’m done with her.

it’s so cute how she says she’s done with her world tour and she home with azzi 🥺

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i screamed.

and creamed.

pride and prejudice

part: 9 pairing: paige bueckers x oc word count: 4.4k c/w: language, sexual content a/n: here you guys go, you are all absolute whores ( but so am i!)

June 2024 - Plymouth, Minnesota

Hey

hi

Ws

idk 

u texted me

I falter, staring at the text on my screen and gnawing my thumbnail. I guess Sonia does have a point. I did text her first. It’s the first time I texted her since I kissed her at my place less than a month ago.

How are u getting to school

flying

how tf else

You wanna drive w me

I’m in minny rn

tf

why

Visiting jalen’s fam

oh 

how long is the drive?

20 hrs

I normally spread it out over a couple 

days

Sleep in my car/motel or wtvr

u normally drive by urself?

Yeah but we can switch off

ok yeah

i’m down

i’ll comp u for gas?

Word

I’ll pick u up tomorrow?

why so early

I hesitate. ‘Because I want to see you’ doesn’t really feel appropriate. I type something else out.

I wanna get there before KK 

fucks the place up

lmao

yeah i’ll pack rn

It doesn’t mean anything. In fact, it probably means less that she’s willing to drive with me. She obviously trusts herself to keep it in her pants around me for a full twenty hour car ride. I sigh, tossing my phone onto my pillow and flopping against my bed.

I’ve replayed our kiss in my head so many times I’ve lost count - but enough times to know that it was actually three separate kisses. I still remember the taste of her lips, like coconut and coffee, and how they were softer than I’d fantasized about. Her breath had tasted like mint and alcohol, and I’d nearly gotten drunk off of it.

We had avoided each other a little in the kitchen the next day. Then I’d accidentally bumped into her near the coffee pot, and we’d both muttered apologies, trying to move past each other, but inadvertently blocking each other. Sonia had burst into laughter, covering her face with her hands.

“God, how are we supposed to play together if I can’t even look at you?” She’d wondered aloud.

We’d both decided that things didn’t need to be awkward. We could be professional about this.

We will be professional about this. A national championship is on the line. We don’t have a choice.

It’s what I tell myself when I pull up in front of her house the next day. These damn outfits she wears, like she’s trying to get me going. She’s wearing cutoff shorts and a ribbed black tank top that has buttons going halfway down the front, ending (to my chagrin) just above her belly button piercing. Her hair is pushed back from her face by a pair of sunglasses, but still waterfalls down her back, silky and smooth.

I groan audibly, smacking my head against my steering wheel.

I hear a knock on the window and open my eyes to see Sonia squinting at me through the glass. I roll the window down. “Problem?” She asks, placing her hands stubbornly on her hips, and the action is so ridiculously attractive, so devastatingly her.

Problem? I think. Yeah, my problem is that your tits look fucking incredible in that top.

“Nothing,” I reply instead, smiling at her pleasantly.

“Good. Help me get my shit in the car.”

I hop out, opening the back seat. She snorts, realizing that I’ve opted to put all my belongings in the backseat instead of the trunk as a… preventative measure of sorts. 

“Probably for the best,” she throws out casually.

I snort back. “Prolly,” I affirm, and help her load up her two suitcases and backpack into the backseat. She folds her arms, stepping back from the car to let me close the door. I look at her, then toss her my keys. “You get first shift,” I instruct, and she grins back at me.

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“You don’t like this song?” I demand, and Paige shakes her head adamantly. “It’s overplayed,” she complains. I gape at her, turning the volume on the stereo up. She groans, running a large, veiny hand over her face. 

“Because it’s good!” I insist over the blasting music. “Girl, you know the lyrics. Don’t play!”

“Hair grow long like Chiaaa

Money go long like Nia

I am the big ideaaa

My twins big like Tia!”

I giggle as Paige reluctantly sings along to the Doja Cat song, then starts getting into it. She grasps her own chest jokingly, and I throw my head back in laughter as she starts trying to twerk in her seat. “Yeahhh, this what you wanted, huh?” She teases, grinning over at me. 

“You’re too much,” I poke fun right back at her.

“Aight, I’m on aux now,” she says, grabbing my phone. “Hey!” I protest.

“Nah, that’s enough from you. Shit, we need gas, lowkey.”

I glance at the dashboard, then at the clock above the center console. Damn. We’ve been driving for three hours and I hadn’t even noticed. “You want me to pull over?” I ask, even though we have a bit to go before we run out. 

“Yeah, I gotta piss, anyway.”

“Gross, Paige,” I complain, pulling off onto an exit and into a Shell gas station.

“Here,” Paige says, reaching into her pocket. I watch her abs flex as she lifts herself off the seat and wrench my eyes away. She hands me her gold Amex card, and my eyes widen. 

“I can pay-”

“Pay me back later.”

“Paige.”

“You see the card, right?” She smirks, patting my thigh. My eyes flit to her large hand as she squeezes the flesh lightly. “I gotchu, ma.”

I whistle, dragging my eyes back to hers. “This that Daddy Paige money, huh?”

Her smirk drops, shock overtaking her features. “How the fuck do you know about that?”

I laugh, hopping out of the car. “I know everything,” I tell her, waggling my eyebrows.

“I don’t like this.”

“Go piss, girl. And get me a coffee?”

Paige rolls her eyes. “Sure. What do you want?”

“French vanilla cappuccino, por favor!”

She nods, and I pout internally as she reaches into the backseat for a hoodie to cover her face, already missing the white shorts and gray strappy tank top combo she’s had on for the whole car ride. The tan skin of her stomach looks delicious against the light color of her shorts, her clavicle on full display underneath the spaghetti straps. I let my eyes rake over her long legs as she walks into the gas station, then let them flutter back into my head as I turn to fill the tank, biting my lip.

She’s so sexy. When did she get like this? It was bad before I kissed her. It might be worse now. I insert the nozzle into the car, letting it fill up, then lean back against the car, watching the entryway for her to come back. She emerges with two coffee cups in hand, glancing around warily in fear of being recognized.

Paige makes her way to the passenger side first, depositing our drinks in the cupholders. I smile to myself when I realize she’s also shed the sweatshirt, her toned torso back out for my viewing pleasure. She comes back around to my side of the car, checking how full the tank is. “I think that’s good, yeah?” She mumbles, reaching over me to pull the pump out of her car.

My eyes flutter close as the smell of Dior Sauvage invades my senses. Damn her.

I open my eyes to stare at her as she turns to shut the little gas lid. “What?” She asks.

I shake my head, biting my lip. “Nothing,” I say lightly.

She grins at me. “No, what is it?”

I hook a hand in the waistband of her white shorts, tugging her to me, and she braces a hand against the car behind me, grinning triumphantly down at me. “I like these shorts,” I murmur slyly, and she bites her lip, letting her other hand inch between my back and the car so she can wrap her arm around my waist.

“I bet you do. Wanna take them off?”

“Ugh, stop.”

"You like it."

"I don't," I insist, but my voice is weak.

"You like me," she smirks back, and I'm quiet at that.

“I’m gonna kiss you.” Paige’s tone is light, but there’s some finality to it.

“Okay,” I sigh, already pulling her to me. She kisses me slowly, and I lean into her, already desperate for more. Paige kisses me a little harder, using her arm to press me closer to her. 

“You look so fucking hot with your hair down,” she mumbles against my lips, and I hum, licking at her mouth slightly. 

“I always have my hair down,” I whisper back, running a hand down her abs, letting it rest at her hip.

“I know.” Her voice is raspy, and it sends heat straight between my legs. 

“Fuck,” I pant, kissing her deeper. “We’re not supposed to do this.”

“It’s just kissing,” she reasons, pulling back a little and kissing at my jaw. I stare down at her face. I hate how good she looks with her lips all bitten. I love that I’m the one that bit them. “And we still aren’t technically teammates.”

“We’re definitely teammates,” I sigh, pulling all the way back and slightly pushing at her shoulders. 

“I think I can make an argument that we aren’t teammates until summer sessions start,” Paige speculates breathlessly, staring at my lips, and I nod quickly. “I believe you. Do it later, though,” I breathe, and I pull at her tank top to bring her mouth back to mine.

After about five to ten minutes of making out against her car, Paige and I decide that this would be pretty damning footage for a camera to catch, and definitely won’t make life any easier when we do get to campus. 

Paige takes the next shift, and I groan when her hand lands on my thigh once we get on the highway. “Paige, you can’t do that,” I complain. “Oh, so I can kiss you, but I can’t put my hand on your thigh?” She asks incredulously.

“You can’t kiss me,” I insist.

She snorts. “Really? Because I just did a pretty good job of it about twenty minutes ago.”

I cross my arms stubbornly, glaring at her. Paige glances over at me, a smirk toying at her lips. 

“I’ll move my hand if you really want,” she teases.

“Move it.”

Paige moves it higher up my thigh, and gives my leg a little squeeze. “Whatever you say.”

“Oh, my God!” I exclaim, but I don’t make any effort to remove her fingers from my leg. She massages the flesh lightly, and I wonder if she can feel the heat in between my legs. I ignore her hand, opting instead to take in her side profile, admiring the way she’s steering with her left hand.

I rest my elbow against the leather of the center compartment, placing my chin onto my palm. “You should get a nose ring.” 

Paige lets her eyes flick over to me. “You’re always tryna corrupt me, huh?” She asks. “First the belly button piercing, now this.”

“You should, though.”

“You let me kiss you like that again, I just might.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re a mess, Bueckers.”

“Only for you, George.”

I groan again, moving my hand to cover my eyes and shaking my head. I hear Paige laugh.

“What?” She chuckles.

“You just say too much cute shit. Fuck you for that,” I mumble against my arm, collapsing against the compartment completely, resting my head on my elbow as her laugh sounds through my ears. She moves her hand from my thigh to my head, stealing my sunglasses off the top. 

I jerk up, fixing her with a frown. “Give those back,” I say half-heartedly. Paige’s eyes stay trained on the road as she slides the sunglasses onto her face. “I like these. I look fly as hell, don’t play!” She crows, tapping my shoulder gleefully.

“Tell me I look sexy, Sonia.”

“You look so sexy, Paige,” I say drily, and when my eyes find her jawline, when they take in her tanned skin practically glowing in the setting sunlight, I decide that it’s not even that far from the truth. 

She takes a sip of her coffee. “So. You want aux?”

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“This motel is disgusting,” Sonia gripes, throwing her backpack down on her bed and rifling through it for clothes. 

“We’re in the trenches together, though. Think of it as team bonding,” I yawn, settling against the pillows on my own bed. Sonia glares at me. “You are so full of shit. What is that gold Amex card for, huh?” She demands, and I selfishly let my eyes linger on her ass as she saunters into the bathroom.

I sigh, my head falling backwards in exhaustion. Sonia is… devastatingly attractive. Amazingly, more so since I’d last seen her. She’s definitely been in the gym, her stomach more toned, ass more pronounced. ‘Inappropriate’ doesn’t even describe the things I want to do to her. 

She drives me fucking insane - always picking stupid arguments, always smiling up at me and biting that goddamn lip of hers. 

I don’t realize how lost in thought I am until Sonia strides out of the bathroom, clad in a gigantic t-shirt. I’m almost grateful that her torso is covered, because I’ve been dreaming of putting hickeys all over her tits ever since she got in my car today. Then my eyes trail to her long, well-toned, tan legs, and the fact that the t-shirt barely covers her ass.

I resign myself to the fact that there probably isn’t a single part of her that I don’t find attractive.

She collapses against my bed, her shirt riding up to give me a glimpse of the curve of one of her ass cheeks. I shut my eyes, pursing my lips, thinking she must be doing this to torture me.

“What?” She asks. 

I open my eyes, staring at her face, instead. That’s when I’m met with the absolutely resolve-killing realization that Sonia’s hair is naturally curly. I follow the spiral of one of her curls down to the end, and lick my lips at the droplet of water that drops onto the bed.

“Dude, hello? What the hell is wrong with you?” I hear her voice almost as though I’m underwater, too muffled to really register what she’s saying.

I surge forward, flipping her over and pinning her against the bed. Sonia gasps, looking up at me in shock. “Paige,” she whispers. I ghost my lips over hers, breathing hard. 

“Tell me not to kiss you right now.”

“I-”

“Tell me,” I beg.

Sonia’s quiet. “I don’t want to,” she mumbles stubbornly, and my resolve snaps.

My mouth devours hers hungrily, and she sighs against my lips, hitching a leg around my waist immediately to pull my body flush against hers. I let her kiss me back, let her taste my lips and bite them and whatever the fuck else she does as she cradles my jaw with one hand to give her better access.

I slip my tongue into her mouth, basking in the moan that falls from her lips. I grind my hips against hers, slowly, and her fingers tug insistently at the hem of the t-shirt I had thrown on over my pajama pants. I sit up, pulling it over my head, and her eyes zero in on my bare chest.

She raises herself onto her elbows, dragging her eyes over my body. “Sonia,” I urge, squeezing her waist, but she brushes me off.

“If we’re only gonna do this once, I wanna… I just wanna look at you,” she murmurs, her pupils almost overtaking the deep brown of her irises. She runs a hand down my torso, in between my breasts, down the hard line of my stomach. Sonia bites her lip, dragging her eyes over my tits and back to mine.

“Paige,” she whispers.

I swallow, and she tracks the movement in my throat. 

She opens her mouth, then closes it. “You told me once you could make me come in two minutes,” she says finally.

I nod, taking the hand that’s resting on my hip bone now. “I was being for real, ma,” I smirk down at her, but she shakes her head. “I want you to take your time,” she says softly. “I want you to… do everything to me you’ve been wanting to do since New York.”

I raise my eyebrows at her, feeling my mouth go dry at her admission. “Y-you’re sure?” I ask, and she nods. 

“Just this once. Let’s get it all out, okay?”

“I thought we agreed that wouldn’t work.”

“Try,” she bites, and I nod quietly. She’s giving me free reign over her body. I’d be an idiot not to take it. Slowly, I take her shirt off and lift her onto my lap, letting her straddle my waist. 

“Fuck, Soni,” I whisper, taking in her perky breasts, her slender waist, the tattoo on her collarbone, the glint of her piercing. “You’re so hot,” I breathe. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

She smirks, bracing her arms on my shoulders to lean in to cover my mouth with hers. “I know,” she murmurs, and then she’s grinding her panty clad pussy against my abs, and I swear to God I died and went to heaven.

Sonia whimpers a little at the friction against her clit, and I gaze up at her. “Play with your titties for me, ma.” I can feel my core soak when she obliges, her long fingers covering her tits. She gasps, tilting her head back as the massages her tits, and I grip her ass, working her against my abs.

“Need… you…” She whimpers in between pants.

I lay her down against the bed, hooking my fingers in her panties and dragging them down her legs. Then I glance off to the side, and I get an absolutely wicked idea. I leave her on the bed, her legs spread open for me, cunt dripping and pulsing and begging to be eaten. She whines as I move away, stacking the pillows at the head of the bed.

I lift her with ease, propping her up against the pillows and kissing her deeply. She moans against my lips, and I kiss down her jaw, then down her neck, then around her breasts. I carefully take each of them in my mouth, sucking her nipples to erection. I kiss down her stomach, letting my teeth scrape over the belly button ring. “Paige, stop teasing,” she begs, and I have half a mind to ignore her. 

But I’m also embarrassingly desperate to taste her. 

I suck at the tattoo on her thigh, knowing that the sight of it has me unbelievably wet. Then I glance behind me at the mirror directly across from the bed, and her eyes follow, then widen. “You’re joking,” she says incredulously, and I push my thumb into her mouth, dragging her bottom lip downward. “You said whatever I want,” I remind her. “Jus’ want you to watch me eat you, baby. Can you do that for me?” I coo, and her eyelids flutter, mouth dropping open slightly.

“Mm. Yeah. Uh-huh,” she babbles, and I settle herself between her thighs, hitching her legs over my shoulders. “Fuck, all for me,” I murmur, taking in her slick-coated folds. “I didn’t know I made you this wet, ma,” I say softly.

“All the time,” she gasps. “It’s like this always.”

“Lemme fix that for you, hm?” Then I hold her gaze, pushing my tongue into her.

She throws her head back against the pillows, moaning loudly. “Fuck, Paige!” She whines as I start thrusting my tongue in and out of her. I groan against her, dragging my tongue up to her clit, and her hips buck at the contact.

“Yes, yes,” She pants. 

“Watch,” I mumble into her pussy, and her eyes flick to the mirror. 

“Shit,” she mutters, winding her fingers through my hair, her fingernails scratching my scalp as she pushes my head down. “Shit,” she utters again, her eyes glazed over, not leaving the mirror.

“See how fuckin’ pretty you look, baby?” I praise, lapping at her pussy happily, and she nods. “So fuckin’ pretty, all spread out for me like this. Letting me make you feel so good.”

“Oh, Paige!” She moans, and my name in her voice in that tone only spurs me onward.

“Been thinkin’ about you like this,” I murmur, and she moans louder, arching her back. 

“Fuck, don’t stop.”

“Gonna make you come so hard. Then I’m gonna make you come again, fuck. Need to taste it so fuckin’ bad, baby.”

“Paige-”

“So fuckin’ perfect. Saying my name so perfect for me. Want everyone to know who’s fucking you.”

I don’t even know what’s coming out of my mouth at this point. My mind had been overtaken by the haze of the wetness spilling out of Sonia’s cunt, the sounds falling from her mouth, my hands tugging her thighs apart, keeping her nice and spread for me.

“I’m close. Shit, Paige, please-”

“Good girl. You’re almost there, come on. Be good for me, come for me” I urge, sucking hard at her clit. I keep sucking, harder and harder and harder, until-

“Fuck! Oh, fuck- shit- oh, Paiiiigeeee,” tears itself from her throat, her back arching up off the bed, and I coax her through it with my tongue. Her thighs shake violently around my head, her nails digging into my scalp

But I don’t stop. Not even when her hands push at my head, I hear her voice pleading that it’s too much. I’m drunk off of the taste of her, desperate to make her cunt pulse like that around my tongue again. I don’t stop until I feel her gushing around my mouth again, her voice raspy from screaming my name over and over and over.

That’s when I lift my head from the mess I’ve created dripping out of her pussy, incredibly proud of my work. “That good for you, ma?” I ask innocently. She laughs shakily, nodding, and I watch her throat bob as she swallows.

“So good, baby,” she whispers, stroking my face with her hand. I crawl back up her body, kissing her languidly, making her taste herself. I moan against her mouth as she licks at my lips, taking herself like a champ. “Fuck, that’s hot,” I mutter. 

“Take your pants off,” she whispers against my mouth, and I feel her smile. I do so without question, and she pushes me against the bed, spreading my legs before straddling my thighs. She leans down to kiss me, her tongue toying with mine filthily. I groan softly when she pulls away, opening my eyes to find her dipping her fingers into her own cunt.

Then she locks her gaze with mine and pushes her fingers inside of me. “Oh, shit!” I gasp, feeling her fingers fill me up. She pumps slowly, watching her hand enter and exit my core. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” she gasps. 

“Just from getting me off?” She asks, her voice incredulous, but impressed.

“You have no idea… how fuckin’ hot you look when you come,” I pant out, bucking my hips as she presses her thumb against my clit. “Fuck, Soni, just like that,” I groan, tipping my head back, letting her fuck me.

“Look at me,” she breathes, and I snap my eyes back to her. I bite my lip, watching her breasts bounce as her arm works to plunge in and out of me. “You’re lowkey a freak, you know that?” I tease, then moan as her fingers curl inside of me.

“You made me… watch you… eat me out. You’re the freak,” She pants. I grapple for one of her breasts, and she bites her lip, fucking me even harder as I massage it slowly. 

“You’re so hot,” she says breathlessly, and I nod. “You said,” I whimper out, biting my lip hard as her fingers hit a spot deep inside of me. Sonia shakes her head.

“No, like so fucking hot. Like, I was thinking about fucking you outside of the gas station today.”

“You should’ve,” I groan, pleasure wracking my body.

“I was trying to behave. I can’t do that around you. You make me so fucking wet, baby,” she whispers into my ear, leaning down to suck at my earlobe as she fucks me. She knows what she’s doing. “I touched myself thinking about you,” she breathes, her breath hitting my jaw as she sucks at it. “But you fucked me so much better, baby.”

“Fuck, Sonia. Shit, baby, keep talking like that.”

“I needed you so bad, Paige,” she simpers, and my eyes roll back into my head at the feeling of her fingers fucking in and out of me, the meaning of her words settling in my bones.

Then she presses her lips to my ear. “Nobody’s fucked me as good as you, baby.”

That sends me over the edge, and I come with a cry of her name, my thighs quivering as she works me through my orgasm, the sound of her voice against my ear mesmerizing.

“Shit,” I whisper as she collapses against the bed next to me.

“Shit,” she agrees, chuckling slightly. I turn my head to look at her, her chest heaving.

“You fuck like an All-American,” I praise her, offering her my hand for a dap-up. She laughs heartily at this, dapping me up, and I pull our hands to my face, kissing the back of hers.

“National Fuck of the Year,” she jokes, letting her eyes drift over my features as she takes her bottom lip between her teeth. Then she frowns. 

“Wait. How many times did you get me?”

I pause, thinking. “Uh, twice. I think.”

“I only got you once,” she frowns, sitting up.

I grasp at her waist, tugging her against me. “S’fine,” I mumble. 

“No, it’s not.”

“Soni, come on. Just go to sleep, it’s not that deep. I promise, it was really good,” I try to convince her, and she only laughs at me.

“Paige, baby, this isn’t about you. Everything between us is a competition, remember?”

She crawls back on top of me, ghosting her lips over mine. 

“You got two more in you, right?”

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why does blondie always have like 5 crusty hair ties on her wrist

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reposted so i can read later

i locked myself in my room and just read fan fics for 3 days straight. so how’s your summer going… anyways back with another rec!!

you know the drill all on wattpad and favorites in pink

PRETEND LOVERS by -ANGELMEDICINE (unfinished - 48 parts)

Breaking Boundaries || paige bueckers by stillgoldenhs (unfinished - 21 parts)

LOCK IT DOWN. paige bueckers by BUECKEERS (unfinished - 20 parts)

Lovesick, Paige Bueckers. by torturedpoets (unfinished - 19 parts)

sweet like vanilla | paige bueckers by iconicscarlett (unfinished - 31 parts) this is a very very fluffy fic, be warned there isn’t much angst

imgonnagetyouback | Paige Bueckers by marydany20 (unfished - 21 parts)

You’re the girl that I want | Paige Bueckers by Summerrshifts (unfinished - 24 parts)

The manger by oh_hey_nothere (unfinished - 41 parts)

GIRLS NEED LOVE, PAIGE BUECKERS by azaleeiaa (unfinished - 24 parts)

One Kiss||Paige Bueckers by zsfanfics_ (unfinished - 31 parts)

She’s So Sweet by isabellediplock9 (unfinished - 26 parts)

Coach’s Daughter by larrie4lifeee (finished - 53 parts)

fish bowl pb. by VALETIN0S (unfinished - 30 parts)

guys i’m not kidding please send some recommendations… i think i’ve read every fic in the world.

also i’m getting hella fancy with the posts now, i didn’t realize how many people would see them and now i’m insecure 😝

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i’m confused cause paige is in ices story on insta gram in storrs

Flowers from Paige to Azzi??? This is the room they stay in at Azzis. Flowers in Jose’s post today (Paige flew back to Maryland supposedly today). No flowers in Jose post from yesterday.

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wait is paige in storrs?

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she looks so nervous taking about azzi

AZZI'S CAMP mentioned!

(tumblr jail sucks)

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holy fuck

pride and prejudice

part: pairing: word count: 3.2k c/w: language, homophobic slur (joking context) a/n: enjoy this one, you heathens ;)

September 2023 - New York City, New York

“You said Wemby’s here?” JuJu Watkins leans over to ask me. Coach Staley and JuJu are seated on either side of me at the Lincoln Center, the venue bustling with the best and brightest of the basketball world at the inaugural Nike World Basketball Festival. 

“No, I said that. Sonia just repeated it because she has no original thoughts,” Paige pipes up from the other side of JuJu. I reach behind JuJu to poke her hard on the shoulder. “Why are you sitting here?” I complain. “Go sit with Sue.”

“You go sit with Sue. Isn’t she, like, your great aunt or something?” 

“My godmother, you idiot.”

“Nepo baby!” Paige exclaims, pointing an accusatory finger at me. 

“See, this is exactly why I didn’t wanna play for that old man up in Storrs.”

“Nah, you knew that even though y’all are related, Coach was always gonna start me over you.”

“I play the two, dumbass.”

Paige smirks at me slyly. “I can switch,” she says suggestively, waggling her eyebrows.

I don’t realize we’re both essentially leaning over JuJu to argue until she places a palm against each of our temples, pushing us apart emphatically. “One of y’all wanna trade seats with me?” She asks drily. 

Paige and I pause, looking at each other. If I’m honest, after our last in person meeting, I’m a little scared to be that close to her. The tension between as at XL Center had been palpable. I had chalked it up to both of us just generally being pissed at each other, as a rule, combined with the fact that I had been bored and quite frankly, felt a little bad for her. You know, given the injury and all.

I touch my knee subconsciously, and I catch Paige’s brow furrow at the action. “Does it hurt?” She asks, a tinge of worry in her tone. I shake my head ‘no’, smiling lightly at her. “It’s so hot when you pretend to care about me, Paige,” I sigh in mock admiration, and JuJu groans.

“Okay, white girl, switch with me. Y’all nasty,” she says in disgust, getting up and gesturing pointedly for Paige to scoot over. Immediately, she moves into the seat next to me, draping an arm over the back of my chair. “Hey, mamas,” she jokes. “I missed you.”

Coach Staley looks over at the two of us, a magazine rolled up in her hand. Her eyes drift to Paige’s arm around my chair, her fingers brushing my shoulder, and promptly smacks her on the hand. “You watch yourself with my player, Paige Bueckers,” she warns, and then stands up to find a seat elsewhere.

“Seriously, move your arm,” I say to her. I’m not quite sure if I want her to listen to me. Paige’s blue eyes bore into mine as she licks her lips. 

“Say ‘please’,” she smirks.

I raise my eyebrows. “Over my dead fuckin’ body, man.”

“Guess I’m not moving my arm, then.”

I flick my eyes towards the court. “Cameras, babes.”

Her eyes widen, and she drops her arm immediately. “Shit. I forgot.”

“Mm,” I muse, settling back into my chair, throwing one leg over the other. “That’s what I thought.”

“Oh, I was supposed to tell you. My friend Stephon asked me to give you his Snap. Remind me to do it later.”

“Stephon, who? Stephon Castle? On y’all’s men’s team?” I ask. Something about the fact that Paige is willing to give me some guy’s snap really bothers me, and I can’t quite place why.

“Yeah. You like dudes, right?”

I eye her up and down carefully, drinking in the way her hair falls over her shoulders and the sunlight reflects off of her eyes to make them crystalline blue. If I let my eyes flicker over her lips for just a little too long, taking in the sheen of gloss over them, neither of us say anything.

“Sometimes,” I say. 

“Mm,” she hums. “You’d like him.”

“Yeah? How come?”

“He’s the simp type. Just roll over and do whatever you say kinda dude.”

I stare at her, pursing my lips. I really don’t like this. “Who says that’s what I want?”

She sits forward, so that she’s eye level with me. “You’re easy to read, George.”

I blink at her. “You read me wrong, Bueckers.”

We don’t break eye contact for almost a minute, and the feeling of her eyes on me, only on me, engulfs my body in something that feels suspiciously like adrenaline.

Paige cracks first, breaking eye contact and sitting back. “Maybe I did.”

___________

Paige looks good.

Matter of fact, Paige looks so good that I contemplate shutting the door in her face instead of inviting her into my hotel room so that I can finish getting ready. I know I must look a mess, my dress unzipped, my jewelry strewn all over the dresser, my hair only half-curled. 

She’s wearing these long black shorts that go to her knees, distressed at the hem but torn slightly above it. She’s wearing a black cropped tank, and a loose white button down over it, a myriad of chains dangling around her throat. Her hair is slicked back from a middle part, slung back into a low bun at the base of her neck. My eyes flit down to her bare stomach, and I can’t help the stark vision that fills my head of a belly button piercing glinting in between her abdominal muscles.

I ignore the way the thought makes my mouth go dry.

“I brought you flowers,” she grins, and I raise an eyebrow, noticing that she has a hand tucked behind her back. 

“Yeah?” I ask, entirely unseriously.

“Nah, I’m playing, but I brought you that lip gloss you asked for,” Paige finishes, and I roll my eyes, letting her into my hotel room and taking the gloss from her outstretched hand.

“Thanks,” I say, returning to the mirror to finish curling my hair.

Paige comes up behind me, and I don’t miss the way her eyes rake over my body in our reflection. I’m wearing a short, black dress - long sleeved, cowl-necked, and nearly backless, but for a small zipper near the small of my back that I’ve neglected entirely, with the intent of zipping it up later.

Paige takes a step up so that she’s standing next to me, her hands filing through the jewelry cluttering the TV stand. “I like these,” she notes, holding up a pair of twisted gold hoops. I jut my chin out, right in front me. “Give them here, I’ll wear them tonight.” She whistles low under her breath, moving them in front of me with a soft clink.

“I got you dressing up for me now, George, you sure you’re not into me?” Paige asks coyly, turning around and leaning against the dresser before crossing her arms over her chest.

“I’m sure. Is Ayanna single, though?”

She bristles, straightening up a little bit. “What? Yanna?” She demands

I nod, grinning slightly at the reaction the question elicits, curling my last piece of hair.

“Yeah, she’s fine as fuck,” I say flippantly. “I keep meaning to slide.”

Paige splutters. “No way you’re sliding on my teammate. No shot.”

I tut disappointedly, but I’m secretly glad at the aversion Paige seems to have to this. “You should’ve brought her,” I complain, egging Paige on.

“Why? So y’all could fuck and I could sit around and twiddle my thumbs?” She blusters, and I laugh, reaching over to pat her hip. 

“I’m kidding, Paigey,” I coo. 

She scoffs. “No shit. I know that.”

“Mm-hmm,” I say, clicking the earrings into my ears. “Zip me up?”

Paige glares at me, before moving behind me and grasping the zipper with her right hand. Her left hand brushes down my spine, tracing the vine tattoo that runs on top of it.

“This is sick,” she murmurs, pulling the zip up. “What kinda flower is it?”

“They’re jasmines,” I respond, wondering if she can sense the way my heart is pounding at her delicate touch. 

“Mm. How come?” Her voice is lower now, and there’s that tension again - a combination of the drunken haze that’s overtaken her blue eyes and her fingers brushing against my bare skin.

“They’re supposed to represent purity. Like, I always just wanna be a pure hooper. Keep the main thing the main thing, you know?”

“Got it,” she whispers.

Then Paige snakes her arms around my waist and rests her chin on my shoulder. 

Fuck. I should be pushing her away, spitting some rude remark at her. But, fuck, she feels so good, and she smells like expensive cologne, and the way her arms are long enough to encircle me and rest each hand on an opposing hip has my stomach doing flips.

“Sonia,” she mumbles, turning her lips towards my ear slightly. I watch her closely in the mirror, waiting for her next move. There’s a sense of craving bursting through my veins right now, and all I’d have to do is turn my head to satisfy it. To taste her. 

“You still wanna go?” She breathes.

No. No. I don’t want to go to the afterparty. Not even a little bit. I want to stay in this hotel room with her, alone, and let whatever happens happen. 

I shut my eyes, biting my lip, and she gives my hip a little squeeze.

My knees go weak. Her breath is hot against my neck.

“We have to, right?” I say. Tell me no, I think. Please, Paige, tell me no.

“Whatever you want, ma.”

At this, my knees just about buckle. I strengthen my resolve, and open my eyes to stare at her in the mirror. Her eyes are tracing down my body, hungry, and the thought crosses my mind that this dress gives her pretty easy access.

I shake my head, swallowing hard, and looking at the ceiling as though praying for strength. 

“Let’s go,” I whisper.

She removes her hands from around my body tantalizingly slowly, making sure to drag her fingers across my waist, and I nearly fold right there again.

Paige grabs my purse off the bed, holding it out to me, and you’d think it was as though nothing had happened if you didn’t know how to read her. It’s in the slight tremor of her fingers, the sharp inhale from her nose.

Paige Bueckers wants me.

And I want her back.

____________

A few drinks and a lot of dancing later, Paige and I are stumbling into her hotel room, laughing our asses off. 

“When JuJu downed that fucking shot like it was nothing!” Paige howls, and I burst out laughing again, doubling over.

“Oh, my God. Sue’s face!” I scream, stumbling as I try to take my heels off.

“Ay, take a shot every time Sue and Diana bring up Ted’s,” Paige jokes, and that sets us off again, falling against each other as we laugh hysterically. We fall against her bed, clutching our stomachs, before glancing at each other and grinning.

We’re quiet for a few moments, just smiling at each other.

“I had fun tonight. With you,” Paige admits sheepishly.

I smile harder. “I’m gonna tell people you said that. I don’t know who, yet. Maybe Geno.”

“Geno would never believe you,” she insists, shaking her head. 

I gaze at her, taking her in through my drunken stupor.

“You’re really pretty, Paige,” I say despite myself. And she is. Almost infuriatingly so: that perfect balance where she’s gorgeous because she’s blonde and blue eyed and has perfect cheekbones, but also devastatingly sexy - all broad shoulders and defined abs and sharp jawline and strong nose.

“Me?” She demands, pointing to herself incredulously. “You!” She exclaims.

“Me, what?” I laugh, folding my hands over my stomach.

She points an accusatory finger at me. “You’re fuckin’ pretty!” She says, almost as an insult.

I giggle harder at that.

“I know,” I say slyly, smirking at her.

Paige groans, sliding a hand down her face and staring up at the ceiling. “Fuck off, George,” she whines.

I turn to my side, letting my hand fall to her bare stomach and tracing her abs. “You really want me to?” I murmur coyly. She glances up at me and I can see her fighting a smile.

“You’re tryna distract me again with that fuckin’ smile, Sonia. It’s not gonna work.”

“I’m not trying to do anything.”

“Well, you’re doing it anyway,” she complains, covering her face again with the crook of her elbow. 

I stare at her a little longer, appreciating the sharp angle of her jaw and the fullness of her bottom lip. I get the sudden sense that I’m maybe noticing a little too much about this person I (supposedly) despise.

Paige lowers her arm, staring back at me. I flatten my palm against her stomach, raising myself onto my elbow next to her face to stare down into her eyes. I resume my motions, tracing around her belly button. “Have you ever thought about a belly button piercing?” I murmur, drunkenly recalling the thought I’d had before we left for the bar.

“Mm-mm. Should I get one?”

Her eyes search mine, and I nearly die at how wide and hopeful she looks, peering up at me. I nod, biting my lip. 

“You think about me with a belly button piercing, George?”

I shrug. “Only sometimes.”

It’s Paige’s turn to bite her lip, her eyes drifting over my mouth. “You should do my makeup,” she suggests suddenly. I raise my eyebrows. “Excuse me?” Paige shrugs nonchalantly against the bed, tracing over my face. “Yours looks good. Do mine.” She stands up off the bed wordlessly, and I sit up, watching her enter the bathroom and exit with a small makeup bag. 

“My artist gave me a bunch of the shit, but I don’t really know how to use it,” she explains, tossing me the bag. I roll my eyes. “You’re such a useless dyke,” I complain half-heartedly, opening the bag up. Paige sits back against the headboard. 

I look at her, fishing out some foundation. “How should we do this?”

Paige’s smirk is a little too triumphant. “I thought I made it pretty obvious this was just a clever way to get you in my lap.”

“Such a flirt!” I accuse, but I climb into her lap anyway, straddling her waist.

Paige’s breath stutters, her hands lacing behind her head. I look her straight in the eyes and encircle a hand around each wrist, moving her arms so that her hands are braced on my thighs. “Feel free to explore,” I instruct, and Paige makes a strangled noise in the back of her throat before moving her large hands up and down my thighs slowly.

I carefully prep her skin with a few serums and a moisturizer I’d found in the bag. She watches me intently, a hand drifting hesitantly to my ass. I look down at her through hooded eyes, and her hand plants itself there firmly. I hum, pleased, and her hand roams to my bare back, both of them rubbing lightly at my spin, squeezing my waist ever so slightly. 

“I don’t want to give you Stephon’s Snap,” she admits out of the blue.

“Good. I don’t want you to.”

“And don’t get with Yanna, either.”

“I will not get with Ayanna.”

“Okay. Good.”

I apply foundation carefully, my breath hitching when Paige’s fingers begin to toy with the zipper at the small of my back. She looks at me expectantly, and I lick my lips, staring back down at her. Slowly, she pulls it down, then dips her fingers into the opening.

I nearly moan at the feeling of her warm fingers against my cold skin. They drift everywhere, one of them dipping below the waistband of my panties just below the small of my back. My dress has ridden up, but she still pushes her other hand slightly underneath the hem, caressing my thigh once more.

“You’re driving me fuckin’ crazy, George,” she murmurs, her voice practically dripping with something I can’t quite place, something I’ve heard tinges of when she’s talking to me, but never like this - overwhelming and all-consuming. 

I shake my head, leaning back and bracing my hands on her shoulders. “You don’t wanna fuck me right now, Paige,” I tell her.

She laughs raspily, squeezing my thigh, and my hips buck. “Trust me, I do.”

“You don’t.”

“You wanna feel just how bad I do?”

“Paige.”

She sighs. “You’re right. Just too much… shit. I know.”

“I just don’t wanna complicate things. We’re competitors, we compete. That’s all.”

“Why can’t we be competitors who compete and also fuck?” She asks, rolling her eyes.

“We don’t like each other,” I remind her.

“We don’t have to. I just like the way you look in this dress, and I wanna see what you look like out of it.”

I roll my eyes, and she sits up, tracing the column of my neck with her nose and placing a kiss against it. “C’mon, Soni,” she whispers, and I preen at the nickname. “Just once. I’d make you feel so good, you know I would.” 

She places another kiss at the base of my throat, and I sigh, letting my head tip back. “Been thinkin’ about tasting you all night,” she rasps out, and I grip her shoulders tightly, just about ready to give in. 

“Tell me you don’t think about it,” she breathes insistently.

“Paige,” I whimper.

“Please, ma,” she murmurs, and I bite my lip. Hard.

Come on, Sonia.

I scramble off of her, and she groans. “Dude,” she complains. “Paige, we really, really can’t. I-” I falter.

“Look, I already get in my head about going against you, and if you- if we- fuck, Paige, it’s not gonna be a one time thing. It’s gonna keep happening. So I’m stopping it before it starts. I’m not having sex with you.”

She sighs, tipping her head back and staring at me through hooded eyes. “But you want to?”

I groan, covering my face with my hands. “So bad,” I admit.

She nods, grinning at me. “I think I can live with that.”

I bite my lip at her, trying not to smile. “Walk me to mine?” I ask.

Paige nods in agreement, guiding me out the door with her hand respectfully above my ass.

We ride the elevator in silence, and she waits quietly as I unlock the door. Her right hand traces my spine tattoo again, and I shudder when I feel her lips place a kiss at the top of it. “You wanna know something?” I ask, opening my door slightly.

“What’s that?”

“I have another tattoo on my leg.”

“Yeah?”

“On my thigh.”

Paige’s breath hitches. “Where?” She asks, her voice low.

“Upper thigh. Inside. Next to my…” I trail off purposefully.

“What does it say?” She breathes.

I smile to myself. “You know the song? It says ‘eat me’.”

She spins me around suddenly, pressing me hard against the door by my hips, lips attaching to my neck hungrily, hands spanning my back and gripping my ass. “Five minutes, baby. That’s all I need, I swear-” she begs, and I pretend that I’m not using the door to hold myself upright. I push her away slightly, trailing a hand down her chest and laughing.

“Good night, Paige.”

[wcbbfics]

unpopular opinion but i agree

guys paige bueckers is lowk kinda attractive

[wcbbfics]

so fucking good

so high school

part: epilogue, p. 1 pairing: paige bueckers x oc word count: 3k c/w: sexual content, language a/n: in honor of the espys and paige looking absolutely stunning tonight. was feeling inspired.

I fidget with the purple lapels of Paige’s suit, both of them a deeper shade of purple than the pastel hue of the rest of the blazer and the suit pants. “G, it’s fine,” she insists, catching my hands. I halt my movements, then brush my clammy palms against my dress, the white color a stark contrast but still a complement to Paige’s pastel look. 

“Sorry, just-”

“Keeping your hands busy, I know. But you can chill. It’s okay, no matter what happens.”

I roll my eyes at her, my attitude still prevalent past my nerves. “Please. We both know you’re going number one.” Paige flashes me a small smile. “God willing,” she murmurs, and places a soft kiss on my cheek. I sigh, melting into her touch even after nearly a year of being together. “Do everything you can, yeah?” I mumble. “So He can do everything you can’t.”

Paige nods, pressing her cheek to my hair as she pulls me into her, wrapping her arms snugly around my body and caging me in. “Done and done, ma. So you can take it easy.” I lean back from her, taking her in again.

She has retro purple Jordans on her feet, pastel purple suit pants elongating her legs. Her suit jacket is draped across her shoulders, the darker purple of the lapels matching the small buttons on her vest. Her arms are bare, the vest a deep v-shape ending in the middle of her chest. She’s wearing a silver arm band on her right arm, silver rings all over her fingers, and a tennis chain around her neck. She’s coupled it with a smaller chain that has a dainty ‘G’ pendant hanging off of it - though, the letter is in gold. 

Her hair is slicked back into a ponytail, two strands emerging from the middle part to curl softly around her face, the locks in the ponytail mimicking their movement. Her face is all done up, mascara swiped at her lashes, smoky eyeliner making the blue of her eyes pop. Her prominent cheekbones are shadowed, pink blush at the apples of her cheeks. She looks fucking ethereal.

I smile at her, tears springing to my eyes. “You look so beautiful in purple, P,” I whisper, stroking her cheek. “Ugh, the Valkyries will be such a good fit for you.” She smiles again, that soft, slow smile that she keeps reserved for me when it’s just the two of us. “Let’s hope I wasn’t too cocky with the outfit choice,” she jokes. I smack her arm lightly, and she laughs, leading me over to the bed to sit me down. 

“I… have something for you,” she tells me. I raise an eyebrow at her. “If you say some dumb shit like “an orgasm” right now, dude,” I warn her, and she laughs me off, making her way to the closet in our hotel room. Paige fumbles inside for a moment, before emerging with a black shoe box. “I saw these. I thought you’d look good in them,” she says casually, approaching me with the box in her outstretched hand.

My eyes widen at the loopy signature scrawled across the box in gold, the name ‘Christian Louboutin’ discernible. “Paige, what the fuck?” I deadpan. “Just open it,” she sighs, and I do.

I gasp, a hand flying to my mouth. They’re a pair of white pumps, the red underside of the shoe glistening. I lower my hand to the pearl string around my throat, then toy with the golden ‘P’ around my neck as I shake my head at her. “This is too much,” I insist. “This is way too much, it’s your draft night-”

“And if I want to spoil my beautiful girlfriend, then I will,” Paige finishes for me triumphantly. She takes the shoe box from me, lowering herself to the ground. Deftly, she takes a shoe in one hand and slips it onto my foot, grinning up at me, before reaching for the other one. “Believe me, this is more for me than you. You know how I feel about you in heels,” she smirks, slipping the other one on. I frown, placing the flat of the shoe against her shoulder, shoving slightly with the pointed toe.

Paige grabs my leg at the movement, then stares down at the expanse of my leg, before pressing a kiss against my ankle, then a softer one against my calf. “Feel like I’ve had a dirty dream that started like this, not gonna lie,” she murmurs, and I push her away with my foot, harder this time. “You’re so ridiculous,” I scoff, getting up off the bed. 

“And you are so fine,” Paige retorts smoothly, standing up and reaching for my waist to tug me against her. “I love you, Gia,” she says earnestly, and I smile up at her, the words slipping from my mouth easily. “I love you, Paige.” She leans in to kiss me, but I hold up a finger to stop her.

“Nuh uh. You paid good money for that makeup,” I remind her.

She rolls her eyes. “Oh, fuck off. Do I have to pay you to kiss me now, too?”

I pretend to ponder for a second. “Maybe I should be charging,” I muse.

“Shut up and kiss me, G.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I sigh, and I let her lips slide against mine without a second of hesitation more.

_____________

“I don’t wanna check.”

“You lowkey have to.”

“No. I can just… sell feet pics online. I don’t have to go to law school!”

“Gia.”

“Paige.”

“Open the fucking portal,” Paige hisses, narrowing her eyes at me.

We’re sitting at my desk, my decision from Stanford Law School on the computer in front of me. I have to click the small button that says ‘View Decision’, but my fingers tremble every time I near it. I twist my lips, staring at the computer screen in front of me.

I’m seated at my desk, Paige stationed behind me, her hands at my shoulders. She squeezes lightly. “Baby, I can tell you right now what’s on the other side of that button. They would be idiots to reject you.”

“Right. Stanford’s the idiot.”

“Absolutely.” 

“You’re stupid.”

“If I’m so stupid, open the letter.”

“What?” I demand, turning to face her. “That doesn’t make any sense!”

Paige shrugs, squeezing my shoulders again as I turn back around. “Worth a shot,” she mumbles.

“Even if the worst happens, you got UCLA,” she reminds me. I pout. “UCLA is six hours from San Francisco,” I complain. “You haven’t heard back from Berkeley yet, either,” she adds. I frown, tapping a nail against the table. “Maybe you should be a lawyer,” I mutter.

“If I can get you to open this damn letter, I just might switch careers,” she muses, and I smack one of the hands resting on my shoulder. She yelps. “This is abuse, you know!” She complains, but places a kiss against my temple anyway.

I take a deep breath, closing my eyes. “Okay. Okay, it’s fine. It’s okay. I have UCLA. And Texas. And Georgetown. It’ll be fine. It’s just Stanford.”

“Good girl,” Paige hums. “Just Stanford.”

“Okay, I’m gonna open it.”

“Go right ahead, ma.”

“I’m doing it.”

“I’m waiting.”

“No, for real this time,” I say indignantly, but I don’t move my hand.

Paige sighs. In a flash, she reaches over, moves the cursor, and clicks the button I’ve been avoiding clicking for the past hour and a half. Approximately.

“Paige, what the fuck!” I shriek, just as confetti explodes across the screen.

“Oh, my God!” I yelp as I realize what happened, and she yells with me, staring at the words on the screen. “Congratulations, Ms. Thomas”...

“Holy fuck, I got in!” I scream, jumping off the chair and letting Paige crush me into a hug, her laughter reverberating into me. “I got in, Paige. Holy shit, Stanford! I got into Stanford!” I shriek and she laughs happily, placing kisses all over my hair. “I fucking told you!” She teases, and I just smile deliriously into her shirt, my happy tears soaking the fabric right over the ‘N’ in UCONN. 

I pull back, grabbing her face and kissing her firm on the mouth, my face wet with tears. “I’m- moving- in with you,” I say between kisses, and she nods eagerly, kissing me back. “Yes. Uh-huh. Whatever you want,” she says breathlessly, picking me up and hitching my legs around her waist and spinning me around.

“Look at my beautiful girlfriend,” Paige laughs, kissing my nose. “And her beautiful fucking brain,” she praises, kissing me firm on the mouth. I giggle, cupping her cheeks and extending the kiss, pulling myself against her. She squeezes me tight, nuzzling her nose into my neck. “Oh, my gosh. Stanford,” she says in disbelief. “Fucking Stanford,” she reiterates.

I giggle again, covering my mouth with one hand, hardly able to believe it myself. “Stanford,” I agree, nodding elatedly.

Paige lets a grin take over her face, staring at me. “Welcome to the Bay, G,” she says, and I bury my head in the crook of her neck, sighing happily.

____________

Paige grabs my hips from behind, grinding my ass against herself. The music is so loud that it’s drowning out any thoughts in my head, but all I can really focus on is the feeling of Paige’s fingers digging into my skin. We’re at someone’s mansion - not too sure who’s - to celebrate the Valkyries winning the Commissioner’s Cup. After three years in the league, a lot of stress on the general manager’s end regarding the last three drafts, and a whole lot of work from the front office - not to mention the hours Paige had spent in the gym, even on her off days - the Valkyries are becoming quite the force in the league.

As soon as that bonus check had been cashed and her teammates had decided that a pool party would be an apt celebration, Paige had come home with the skimpiest pastel purple bikini and handed it to me proudly, showing off the gold strings and accents eagerly. I’d raised an eyebrow. “Paige, this is a thong,” I’d told her firmly.

She’d only grinned back wickedly. “Just try it on, ma. Please?” And she’d opened her blue eyes wide, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. I’d sighed, begrudgingly agreeing to try it on. I’d come out of our shared bedroom, my hands on my hips, and Paige’s eyes had immediately glazed over. She’d let out a low whistle, her eyes drinking me in like she was absolutely parched.

“P,” I’d complained.

“Not a word,” she’d muttered. 

“Give me a spin,” she’d ordered, and I felt something in the pit of my stomach tell me to go with it, seeing the way her tongue darted out to wet her lips. I spun slowly, hands still on my hips, until I was back facing her.

I still remember the way she ran a hand down her face, shaking her head in disbelief. “Fuck, G,” she’d murmured. I frowned. “What? You don’t like it? You better have kept the receipt, then, because-”

“Shut the fuck up,” she’d growled, stalking towards me.

And when Paige pinned me against the wall, shoved the bottoms to the side, and ate me out until I was absolutely boneless, I’d realized just how unnecessary that receipt was.

I made sure to slip on a pair of jean shorts before the party after that. Paige had unbuttoned them and folded them down, licking her lips. “Perfect,” she’d grinned.

Now we’re both drunk off our asses, and all my thoughts are on how good Paige looks. She’s clad in this black bikini top, her collarbones apparent, arms massive and toned, strong as they guide my ass against her crotch. Her abs are slick with sweat and residual water from the pool, droplets dripping down the definition of her abdomen and her v-line, the tan-line peeking out of her long shorts driving me insane.

I feel the bass reverberating through my bones, throwing my head back against Paige’s shoulder, opening my eyes wide to meet hers as I grind against her. She smirks down at me, trailing a hand up my back to push me down so that I’m moving my ass against her while almost completely bent over. “Fuck, G. Look so fuckin’ hot like that,” she slurs, and I grind slower, feeling her hand press against the tattoo on my lower back. 

“Shit,” Paige groans, trailing her hand further up my back, toying with the tie on my bikini top. “Wanna take you home so bad, but I got a girl,” she laughs drunkenly. I laugh, righting myself to turn to her, looping my arms around her neck. “I’m right here,” I tell her adamantly, my words slurring together.

“Oh, shit, you look just like her,” she exclaims, her eyes glazed over. 

I let my hands wander across her torso. “She doesn’t have to know,” I tease, getting on my tip toes to kiss the side of her mouth. Paige giggles, shaking her head. “She’s too smart. She knows everything,” she insists, and I laugh at this. “Does she know how to do that thing with her tongue?” I ask, pressing my lips to her ear. “That thing you love?”

“Oh, shit!” Paige gasps. “How’d you know about that?” She pulls away, staring at me blankly, before recognition dawns on her. “Yo, G!” She exclaims, then lets her eyes trail down my body, her irises darkening again. “Shit, you look fine as hell, ma,” Paige says, then, letting her voice drop a couple pitches.

I laugh, grabbing her hand and dragging her into the house. I pull her into an empty room and tug her to me, meshing my mouth sloppily with hers. She groans, her hands covering the expanse of my back to press me against her. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” she tells me, and I nod absentmindedly, fumbling with the tie on her bikini top. “Need you, P,” I pant, and it’s her turn to nod stupidly, kissing my neck hastily. “Taste so good,” she mumbles.

I ruck my shorts off, tossing them to the side, and she immediately shoves me back into a wall. “This bikini,” she groans, drunk off of alcohol and lust. “Makes me wanna do- fuckin’ crazy shit to you, baby.” I whine, bucking my hips into the air, sighing gratefully when she pushes my bottoms to the side and runs her fingers through my slick.

“Gonna fuck you so good,” she slurs, kissing me hard. I finally get her bikini top off, throwing it over her head. I grasp her tits just as she circles my clit, and we both moan in unison. “Yes,” I whimper as she slips a finger into me.

“Make me so fucking wet,” I tell her, tugging at her nipples, and she groans. “Perfect, so perfect,” I praise her, kneading them gently. She adds another finger, and I moan loudly, too drunk to care who hears or sees. 

My mind fills with a haze of her warm skin against my cold fingers, her little pants as I fondle her breasts, the moans that fall from my lips, and the filthy sounds her fingers make as they fuck in and out of me. “Look how good you take me, just suckin’ me up,” she babbles, eyes trained on where her fingers enter my cunt. Her free hand hitches one of my legs around her waist, letting her fingers in deeper.

“Holy-” I gasp, whining as my head hits the wall behind me. “That’s better, yeah?” Paige asks dazedly, and I nod shakily, my hands moving to her shoulders. “You’re doing so good, P. Fucking me so good,” I slur out, the alcohol turning my brain to mush as her fingers do the same to my body. I feel my legs begin to shake as Paige ruts her fingers into me hard and curls them.

“Oh, yes!” I whine, and she chuckles, fucking me harder and deeper. 

“You gonna come for me?”

“Mm-hmm!” I can barely hum out a response.

“God, just do whatever I want, huh? Such a good fuckin’ girl for me, every time,” Paige groans, and the praise sends me over the edge. Then I’m gushing down my thighs, Paige’s fingers buried to the hilt inside of me, her other hand around my waist holding me upright. “Holy shit,” she breathes. She tries to ease her fingers out, but I grab her wrist, shaking my head. “Don’t,” I say, panting. She frowns. “Why not?”

I try to catch my breath, leaning my head back against the wall, relishing in the feeling of her fingers filling me up, buried into my cunt. “Feels… good. Feel so full,” I admit, my inebriated state pulling a confession out of me that she could never get from me sober. 

I hear Paige’s breathing hitch. “G,” she husks out. “Yeah, baby?” I ask, glancing back at her, only to see how dark her eyes have become. She shifts her eyes down to her fingers inside of me, and slowly starts moving them again, biting her lip before looking back at me.

“P, I don’t know if I can,” I start.

Paige grins wickedly, lowering herself to her knees, and I get a shuddering sense of deja vu.

“I don’t think I give a fuck,” she tells me, her voice deep with desire.

And then she’s wrapping her lips around my clit, and it's all I can do not to fall to my knees right with her.

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can we please take a moment for the editors that edit all those clips together for the montage of the players. i literally get chills watching all the highlights! 🙌🏻

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I've seen 2 TikToks already about Paige losing to Simone and they were both in poor spirt and one was especially disgusting as were the comments! Paige is not about tearing other women down so don't use her picture and name to do so. They were both deserving of that award. Do you know how hard it is to do what she does at her age especially after taking a break?!?!?! She's amazing! Simone's awards and accolades just this year alone shows that her comeback is amazing.

Let's keep it cordial on the apps please!!! We should be celebrating that a man didn't win! Simone came back and won all her events and is heading to the Olympics. Her comeback is AMAZING. Paige being nominated was a great accomplishment and acknowledgement of her hard work. We can be sad and disappointed that Paige didn't win but let's not be nasty and rude!

I'm also blocking anyone I see or who sends in asks that are disgusting.

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pazzi deniers trying to convince us that best friends kiss and look at each other that way