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guess who just finished her exams? yk what that means

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kinda wanna procrastinate studying and write smth… any requests?

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wlw coded kpop songs are my biggest obsession i fear...

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౨ৎ synopsis: One late night whilst missing Paige, you call her and use the classic "Come pick up your clothes" excuse.. but things get a little heated.

౨ৎ warnings: female!y/n, smut, cunnilungus, face-riding, slighlty dom!Paige, kinda angry sexy, uhhh lmk if I missed anything

౨ৎ listening to: Folded - Kehlani

Author's note: first smut, kinda nervous

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You don’t plan to call her.

In fact, you spend the whole evening telling yourself you wouldn't. That it’s better this way. A clean break, no second-guessing. You broke up for a reason, right? Loving someone shouldn’t feel like waiting on the sidelines of their life. Paige was always gone. Always busy. Always chasing something bigger than both of you.

But that night, it’s just you in your quiet apartment, sitting on the couch in one of her old hoodies, scrolling past photos you promised you’d delete.

And then your thumb betrays you. You hit her contact. You press call.

It rings longer than you expect.

Then.. click.

“Hello?”

You freeze. “Uh. Hey. It’s me.”

A pause. Then softer, more awake “Y/N?”

“Yeah. Sorry. I know it’s late, I just-” You rub a hand down your face, “You still have some clothes here. Thought you might want them.”

Another pause.

She laughs, just a little. “You called me at one in the morning about stupid hoodies?”

You swallow. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

You think she might hang up. But then she says, “Are you okay?”

And something in you cracks.

“I don’t know,” you whisper. “Yes.. no? I just. I’m-”

“I’ll come over,” she interrupts. “Give me twenty minutes.”

“What? Paige, no. You have morning practice-”

“I’m already grabbing my keys,” she cuts in. “Don’t move. I’m coming.”

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15 minutes later, and you hear three faint knocks. You were already standing by the door, anticipation killing you.

She looks exactly the same. Her hair tied back in a messy bun, wearing her blue Uconn hoodie with grey sweatpants. Oh, those goddamn grey sweats.

A moment passes and neither of you says anything.

“Hey,” she says finally.

“Hey,” you say back.

You step aside. She walks in like she used to, like muscle memory. Her eyes scan the apartment, like maybe she’s trying to see if it’s changed without her. You see her glance at the couch. At the blanket you never bothered to fold. Her old hoodie draped over the armrest.

“That’s mine,” she says quietly, pointing at it.

You smile. “I know.”

She turns to you. “So… is that really why you called?”

You open your mouth. Close it again.

“No,” you admit.

She folds her arms across her chest, guarded now. “Then what?”

“I don’t know what I expected,” you say. “I was sitting here, and everything just felt... wrong. And I wanted to hear your voice.”

She stays quiet.

“I miss you, Paige,” you say finally. “Like... really miss you.”

Something in her changes, and you can see the gears in her mind working overtime. Her shoulders tense, jaw tight, eyes flicking between yours like she’s searching for something. Proof, permission, maybe a lie.

And then, without warning, her lips are on yours.

It’s fast, urgent, the kind of kiss that feels like it’s trying to rewind time. Like she’s been holding it in since the second you let her go. Her hands find your face, cold fingertips pressing into your cheeks like she’s afraid you’ll disappear.

You kiss her back just as fiercely.

It’s messy. It’s desperate. It’s everything you’d been pretending you didn’t want.

When she finally pulls back, you’re both breathless. Her forehead rests against yours.

“You don’t get to say you miss me,” she whispers, “and look at me like that, and kiss me like that, unless you mean it.”

Your voice shakes. “I do.”

She pulls away just enough to look you in the eye. Her eyes soften, and just as quickly turn into something predatory. Her lips are back onto yours, somehow even more passionately than before. If that was even possible.

Paige’s hands snake around your waist and switches your positions, causing a soft moan to escape your lips.

Your back hits the wall with a soft thud, but you don’t care. The world narrows to her. Her lips, her warmth, the familiar way she breathes your name like a prayer.

“Tell me to stop.” She breathes the words against your mouth.

“Don’t stop.”

That’s all she needs.

The intensity turns up, all heat and hunger and ache. It’s pure, reckless, emotional, laced with everything you’ve both been trying to bury.

“Jump” Paige demands, wrapping her arms around your thighs.

You obey, legs hooking instinctively around her waist. Paige catches you with a grunt, her hands gripping beneath your thighs, strong and sure, like you're weightless to her. Like you're the only thing she wants to be carrying.

Her fingers dig into your soft skin, grounding you both in something that feels dangerous.

You gasp into her mouth, head falling back just slightly, and she takes the opportunity, lips trailing down your neck, biting gently at the spot just beneath your jaw. Your fingers tangle in her hair, tugging, anchoring.

"You have no idea what you do to me," she murmurs against your throat, her voice a low rasp that sends heat pulsing through you. "I tried to move on. I swore I did."

You pull her closer with your legs, chest heaving. "Then don't."

She starts walking you towards your bedroom, her steps like a practised ballroom dance she’s done before - which she has, countless times.

Your knees slightly bend as they make contact with your bed frame.

You barely have enough time to react before Paige is pushing you down onto the mattress, the force making you bounce slightly.

Her soft lips are back on yours, both of you fighting for dominance - a battle that you quickly lose. Her lips trail a path of kisses back down your neck, sucking so harshly you could practically feel the colours change.

In a swift motion, Paige takes off her shirt, displaying her toned abs.

“Fuck.. Paige..” you moan, earning a sheepish smirk.

Her hands creep back under your shirt, palms flat against your skin like she’s memorising you again. You arch into her touch, like your body remembers something your mind tried to forget.

Pulling on your shift, she whispers “take this off.”

You obey her, sitting up to reveal yourself to her. The second her eyes lock on your purple lace bra, her expression shifts with desire flaring so intensely.

Her gaze trails slowly over your chest, lips parting just slightly as if she’s forgotten how to breathe. “Fuck Y/N..” she mutters, almost to herself. Her eyes drink you up like you’re something she’s thirsty for.

She reaches out, her fingers brushing the edge of the lace with a reverence that sends a shiver across your skin. “You wore this for me?” she asks, voice low.

You nod, heart pounding “Yeah… it was never about the clothes”

Her hand moves to the strap, slowly slipping it off your shoulder, her knuckles grazing your skin. "You know what this does to me," she says, eyes locked on yours.

She leans in, lips grazing the exposed curve of your breast, then trailing down, warm breath ghosting over your skin. One hand moves to your back, unclasping your bra in one fluid motion.

She stops for a moment, staring at them like it was the first time again.

Her lips are on your nipple, sucking and swirling desperately. She reaches up to your other one, giving it an equal amount of attention with her skilled fingers.

You let out an airy breath as your head falls back onto the pillow, a pool forming in your lower region.

“Paige..” you breathe out. “Need you.. Now.”

Paige drags her tongue down your stomach, now centimetres above your waistband. She slides her hand inside your silk pyjama shorts, dragging her fingertips around the circumference of your hips.

“Lift your hips for me” she demands. And you do.

In one swift motion, she pulls your shorts down, dragging your panties down with them.

“Fuck ma..” she breathes. “This wet for me?”

Paige starts kissing around your thighs, taking her time to gently worship your soft skin.

“Paige..” you nag. “Please”

“What do you want mama,” she replied “Tell me.”

“Make me feel good.”

That was all she needed. Her mouth was where you needed her within seconds. You felt her a long strip against you, shuddering in response.

“God..” you gasped.

Her mouth worshipped you, switching between licks and sucks. Paige worked on you, performing her best talent off the court that you knew all too well.

Without warning, she slips her middle finger in. You yell her name, as she fucks you with her finger, slamming in and out with no remorse.

“So fucking pretty” she murmers, as her mouth attacks you again. This double homicide makes you see stars, and just as you thought it couldn’t get better, she adds a second finger.

“Paige!”, you scream, arching into her touch.

This drives her, working even more vigorously than she was before.

Your legs start shaking as the pressure builds. You could feel your orgasm forming, the knots in your stomach turning in tune.

Paige’s tongue was racing around your clit, her finger curling in with each thrust.

A wave of pleasure crashed over you, as you screamed a sound so animalistic you couldn't recognise yourself.

Paige didn’t stop.

“Can you give me another, baby?” She asked tenderly.

You nod, giving her the permission she needed.

Without warning, she flips you over, now laying underneath you.

“Sit on my face.” She demands.

God you missed this.

You creep up near the head of your bed, and grip the headboard for support. You slowly lower yourself, in an attempt to tease her.

Paige doesn’t like that and slams you down onto her.

You gasp in shock - both at the contact and her eagerness.

Slowly, you start rocking back and forth, grinding on her tongue.

Her hands tighten on your waist, and she guides your movements.

Paige’s tongue delved deep in you, sparking a visceral moan to escape your lips.

Within seconds you’re close again, your thighs feel like they’re on fire. Your body shudders as you release once again. Your swollen cunt, now throbbing from the second attack tonight.

You swing your legs off her, breathless from the cardio you just had.

You look at her with mischief in your eyes. “What?” She asks.

“Your turn.” You reply, eager to finally taste her.

She adjusts her position on the bed, and you get back on top of her, kissing her, and tasting yourself on her tongue.

You slowly start to lower yourself down, peppering kissing on her bare skin.

Once you reach her sweats, you look up at her for permission. Looking down at you to investigate the delay, Paige nods in permission.

Eagerly, you drag her sweats down, pulling her boxes down with them, and begin your attack on her pussy.

You offer kitten licks to her clit, as she softly moans out your name.

You missed the taste of her sweet pussy. You missed her.

The room is filled with the soft “oohs” and “aahs” from Paige, accompanied by the now violent sucking sounds you make against her.

You feel Paige tense against you, her thighs shuddering - a clear tell-tale sign that she’s close.

This drives you, and you increase your attack on her, making her scream in pleasure.

“Fuck just like that mama” she whispers.

Paige cums with a scream, coating your face in her juices.

You lap it up, relishing her sweet taste, and gently kiss her thighs.

You look back up at her, innocently with your doe eyes.

Maybe it was the way her hands were holding you like you were something fragile, or maybe it was the way her gaze softened the second your eyes met… but in this moment, you felt completely unraveled.

You swallowed hard, lips parted as if to say something, anything. But she beat you to it.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she said softly, almost like it hurt. “Like I’m everything.”

You blinked slowly, breath catching. “But you are.”

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You're both still tangled in each other, the room wrapped in a warm, exhausted silence. The only sound is the slow rhythm of your breathing, syncing like it always somehow does. Your body hums with the aftershocks of her, of you, of everything unsaid that just passed between you in the dark.

She doesn’t rush to move. Doesn’t say anything yet. Instead, she brushes your damp hair back from your forehead with the softest touch, like you’re something breakable, sacred. Her fingers trail down to your jaw, her thumb tracing a lazy circle against your skin.

“You okay?” she whispers.

You nod, too full to speak at first. Then, quieter “Yeah. Are you?”

She gives you that half-smile, soft, sincere, a little sad around the edges. “Yeah. I am now.”

She presses a kiss to your temple, then your cheek, then your shoulder. Every one of them feels like a promise. Like an apology. Like home.

She shifts slightly, reaching for the blanket at the edge of the bed, and gently tucks it around both of you. Her body curves behind yours like a second skin, an arm draped around your waist, pulling you close without a word.

She nestles into the crook of your neck, her breath warm against your skin. “I’ve got you,” she murmurs.

And you believe her.

Not because the world’s suddenly fixed, or because everything is perfect, but because in this one quiet moment, there is no space between your body and hers. No distance between your heart and hers.

Just warmth. Just safety. Just her.

AN: I hope you enjoyed this!! It is my first smut and I feel like it was kinda rushed but I really had sm fun writing it! My requests are open so please dm me if there's anything you want me to write next. xxx

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i have a really smutty fic cooking but why is this acc so hard to write? loving reading it, but I had to take a break after writing "you let out a soft moan". someone help.

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KEY: Fluff | Angst | Smut

PAIGE BUECKERS: So High School

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So High School

౨ৎ synopsis: you're in a relationship with Paige at Uconn, and she makes you feel like you're in a cheesy, high-school rom com.

౨ৎ warnings: female y/n, fluff, slight sexual innuendos

౨ৎ listening to: So High School - Taylor Swift

Author's note: hello reader!! this is my first ever fanfiction so please give me some grace. I'm also accepting requests but I do have a lot of exams right now so they may take a while. xx

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The buzzing of an old iPhone alarm broke the silence, muffled beneath a pile of tangled sheets. Y'N groaned, blindly swiping at her bed-side table until she silenced the deafening attack. 11:30. It was her latest alarm, sleeping through the three prior. The dorm room was dim, the blinds slightly drawn, letting in a sliver of muted orange morning light. Y/N turned over instinctively only to be met with the coldness of the other side of the bed. The invisible presence of her girlfriend Paige sparked curiosity.

Y/N sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and stretching until her joints popped. The emptiness of the sheets next to her felt,, wrong. Her hood, well, Paige's technically, hung off the corner of her desk chair. As she slid off the bed, Y/N's feet hit the soft carpeted floor with a light thud. A soft clang came from the outside of the dorm door, followed by a muffled voice. The door creaked open. "Good morning, sleeping beauty", Paige sheepishly grinned, stepping in with a smoothie in one hand and a greasy brown bag in the other. Her Uconn sweatshirt clung to her body, moulding all her perfections with her hair still damp from her shower. She looked unfairly radiant fro someone who just came back from morning practise. Y/N blinked, groggy but amused. "You're charming me with breakfast?" "Nah, I'm too nonchalant for that. This is for me." Paige replied dramatically, a smirk dancing on her lips. "I hate you." Y/N joked, struggling to keep the smile from creeping on her mouth. "No you don't." Paige replied, as she handed her the breakfast. "Of course this is for you. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't bring you breakfast in bed?". Y/N laughed, walking over and wrapping her arms around Paige's waist. "You know you're insufferable when you're this charming, right?" Paige leaned in, brushing her nose against Y/N's. "And yet, you're still obsessed with me." "That's because you're corny. And hot. It's a lethal combo." "Mmm," Paige hummed, kissing her cheek. "Wanna eat breakfast now or later? I could be convinced to delay it..." Y/N raised a brow. "Tempting. But you brought me hash browns, didn't you?" "Obviously." The couple sat crossed-legged on the bed, sharing breakfast and bumping knees under the covers. Y/N couldn't help but grin between bites, heart full and stupidly giddy. ·························································⋆༺𓆩❀𓆪༻⋆························································· Later that night, Y/N, Paige, and their other roommates Nika and Aaliyah were gathered in the common room, struggling to decide on a movie to watch. "Come onnnn guys, we have to watch a horror movie tonight", Nika nagged. "Nope. Nuh uh. Absolutely not," Paige retorted, "I will literally go back to my room." Still scrolling through Netflix, Y/N landed on American Pie "Okay, what about this?" Y/N suggested. "Yeah just put that on, I cannot stand another second of these two fighting" Aaliyah quipped, earning side-eyes from the twin duo. As the movie started playing, the room dimmed, lit only by the flicker of the TV and the string lights along the windows. Nika curled up on one end of the couch with Aaliyah, and Paige pulled Y/N down beside her, tugging the blanket up over their legs. Halfway through the opening credits, Paige leaned in and whispered "Do you think they knew how ridiculous this movie was when they made it?" Y/N smiled, eyes still on the screen. "Oh they had to. That's the charm." But she wasn't really thinking about the movie. She was thinking about how close Paige's thighs felt next to hers. How Paige's fingers absentmindedly traced little circles against her palm. How the room was filled with laughter and the smell of buttered popcorn and how, even surrounded by friends, Y/N's whole body buzzed with the quiet thrill of just being next to her. The moment felt cinematic - like they were sixteen again, sneaking glanced at each other during a sleepover, hearts pounding for reasons no one else in the room would understand. Y/N snuck a glance sideways, catching the blond mid-laugh, her face flushed with joy and the flickering light from the screen. And just like that, there it was, That swooping, high-school feeling. Butterflies, sighs, nerves, everything. She was stupidly and undeniably head-over-heels for this girl. Paige turned suddenly, catching Y/N staring. "What?" "Nothing" Y/N said quickly, looking away, redness coating her cheeks. “Just… this is nice.”

Paige’s hand squeezed hers gently under the blanket.

“Yeah,” she said softly, nudging their shoulders together. “It really is.”

And just like that, ‘American Pie’ kept playing, the room filled with sleepy laughter and distant jokes, but all Y/N could think about was how high school she felt, just sitting there.

Because every time she looked at Paige, she really did feel sixteen again.

Author’s note: Again, this was my first ever fic!!! This is honestly such an itch I’ve been dying to scratch so if you’ve made it this far, thank you so so so much!! If you have any feedback, critiques, or requests I’d love to hear them. Zara out. xx

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