bxeckers222

[bxeckers222]

~woke up the girl who looks just like you, i almost said your name.

summary: after you ended your situationship with paige, you try everything to fill that void.

warnings ‼️ fluff, angst, mentions of smut, cursing

the clock reads 7am.

you barely slept. you don’t know if it’s the alcohol coursing through your veins, or the fact that the girl you took home looks almost identical to paige.

blue eyes.

blonde hair.

except, it’s not her.

you turn over and you’re met with the same face you slept with after a long night out. she’s still sleeping, you didn’t even bother to get her name. she smells like sleep and your vanilla perfume you let her borrow, and she’s wrapped in the blankets wearing your t-shirt.

except it’s not yours.

it’s the one paige gave you the first time you stayed at her house.

blue eyes.

blonde hair.

paige’s shirt.

close enough.

no.

not paige.

you had ended things with paige when you felt like they weren’t going anywhere. the endless nights of hooking up, tangled in the sheets together, acting like a couple, but never quite crossing the line of being a couple.

and god you missed her like hell.

| 7:30 am. |

work in an hour.

you wake up the beautiful, carefree girl laying beside you.

“hey.. it’s early. i gotta work in an hour you should probably head out”

she stirs awake, popping her eyes open with a lazy smile

“good morning to you too” she slurs back, still half asleep.

you manage a half smile back, the turning in your stomach almost feels like guilt. you’re not committed to anyone anymore, there’s nothing to be guilty about. you’re finally doing what paige has probably been doing since you ended things, sleeping with other people. but why does it feel so wrong?

“i can give you money for breakfast if you’re hungry” you say while standing up and rummaging your closet for something to wear to work.

“if you want to stop by the shop we can have breakfast before we open officially”

you and paige used to do that all the time. sit in the quiet corner of the coffee shop, sipping on caramel lattes, and eating those stupid pastries she likes that were always too sweet for you but you ate them anyways.

there it is again, the feeling of guilt creeping its way back into your stomach.

“it’s okay. i’m supposed to visit my parents today, ill probably just head out from here” she says back, standing up out of bed also.

she tossed my shirt, paige’s shirt, aside onto the desk, and slipped back into her crop top and shorts she was wearing the night before. putting her shoes on and walking to the door.

“it was good meeting you” she almost whispered as she opened the door

“it was good meeting you too…” i trailed off, not knowing her name.

“Payton. my names Payton” she said for a final goodbye as she shut the door behind her.

Payton. her names Payton. good to know.

you won’t be seeing her again.

not long after her you leave for work, driving down to the shop and unlocking the door.

those 30 minutes pass from 8:30, and it’s 9 am, the shop being officially open.

the first hour was always boring, nobody comes in, nobody ever did. you took this time to stock, scroll your phone, it used to be your time to talk to paige before she left for practice.

*ding*

the sound of the door opening.

you walk out from the back of the shop to the register.

“good morning, how are y-“

you stop mid sentence.

“good morning, was hoping you’d be here” paige spits back, that same cocky smile on her face.

“you’re the only one that can actually make a drink right”

your face pales almost instantly.

“what are you doing here?” it leaves your mouth before you can stop yourself

“being your first customer of the day it seems like” she says as she walks closer to the counter.

“yeah, you are actually. your usual?” you asked

“yeah. the usual”

her usual being a medium caramel latte with oat milk, because she thought it tasted better that way. hot in the mornings, iced if you guys were there in the evening

you didn’t even need to ask.

you can feel her eyes on you as you work, moving behind the counter to make her drink. the tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife, yet neither of you say anything.

when you’re done, you go back to the counter and sit it down, scooting it closer to her.

“$6.54 right?” she asked

“you’re good, no need to pay”

“what? i can’t just take it”

“yeah you can, i got it”

she nodded her head and grabbed her drink, taking a sip

“good as always” she says

“thank you”

she nodded and stood there, you knew she wanted to say more. you did too.

“how have you been” she finally speaks up.

“i’ve been alright. working a lot, staying busy.”

“me too me too”

you nod. the awkward silence filling the room

*ding*

the door ringing signaling the entrance of another customer, then another ding signaling paige leaving.

you continue on with your day.

| 4pm |

youre finally off work, and you’re on your way back home, when your phone buzzes.

a message from paige.

paige🤍 - “i know i left abruptly earlier but, can we talk?

you- “sure. where?”

paige🤍- “come over?”

fuck. you shouldn’t, but it’s her.

you- be there in 15

paige🤍- thank you, i promise it’ll be worth your time

you drive to paige’s house, the route you know all too well. the same houses, the same neighborhood kids playing outside, the same dog you and paige fed leftover takeout one night at 3am.

you pull into her driveway and take a deep breathe before stepping out of the car.

1..2..3..4..

counting your footsteps as you reach the door.

a habit paige gave you when you would come to her place so drunk she had to make sure your brain still functioned.

you remembered everything.

you knock, and it took barely a second before she opened the door. she stepped aside, and let you in.

“hey..” she said softly

“hey, paige” you spoke back

“let’s sit” she said, gesturing to the couch

you walk to the couch and she follows, both sitting down but keeping a distance.

as you feel the fabric of the couch underneath you, the memories come back. the sex, the arguments, the movie watching until the sun came up, and then sleeping until the sun went back down. all of it, you remember all of it.

you look over at her, silently gesturing for her to speak up.

“listen” she starts

“i miss you.” she adds before scooting closer

your breath hitches.

“i know. i miss you too”

“i know you ended things because you felt like we weren’t going anywhere, but i was scared. scared i couldn’t give you what you wanted, what you needed.” she says through glossy eyes, you had never seen this much emotion from her.

“all i wanted was you though paige” “i don’t care if it was perfect, or how much we messed up, i just wanted, and still want, only you”

a tear falls down her cheek, and you instinctively wipe it away with your thumb, not even noticing your own falling now.

“i want to be with you. not just hooking up, or saying we’re friends with benefits, but actually be with you.”

she says, her voice cracking while she adds

“i want to take you on real dates, buy you flowers, sit with you in the coffee shop at 9am before i go to practice, all of that. no more hiding”

“i want that more than anything paige” you say while another tear falls.

she wipes your tear and speaks softly

“let me give that to you then”

before you get the chance to speak back she kisses you softly, hand cupping your cheek as she gently brushes away another tear.

for the first time in a while, everything feels right.

[bxeckers222]

should i write more? 💔💔 i have no motivation

[bxeckers222]

summary: paige was your bestfriend, and you’re only friends, right?

right?

word count: 10k

warnings!! cursing, angst

again, only my second time writing so don’t judge too hard, and if you have suggestions please please tell them to me !!

Paige is my best friend. everyone knows this, we’re inseparable.

except to me, it’s more than that.

the late night drives, the cuddling, the nicknames she has for me, and the always being around her.

i’m in love with her.

part of me thinks i always have been, like i was born to find paige bueckers.

we met when we were young, our parents are good friends. the first memory i even have of Paige was outside her house. it was burning hot, and i’d say we were about 4 years old at the time, playing in the pool. we don’t have that “we hated eachother at first” story, we really just clicked.

Paige knows i’m a lesbian. she’s always been supportive, even when i came out to her at the age of 13, her views, and the way she loved me never changed.

she’s never really been open about her sexuality with me, just a few “oh she’s hot” here and there, but then theres her celebrity crush on Steph Curry that makes me question everything she’s ever said.

she’s also never been open about her feelings towards me. there was the time we kissed in the 10th grade, but that’s normal for friends to do right?

right?

| present day. you’re 17 in your senior year of high school, in paige’s bedroom. it’s a Friday night. |

“hey babe can you hand me that pencil?” she asks me

there’s one of the nicknames i was talking about earlier.

i stand up from her desk i was sitting at and hand her the pencil, sitting down beside her on the bed, crossing my legs. she scoots closer to me, sitting just close enough just to make sure our arms were touching, a small gesture that meant more to me then she knew.

“doing homework on a Friday night? really?” i said, with a teasing tone in my voice.

“can’t help it, pre-calc final on Monday”

“i took mine today, need help?”

“please, I’m dying over here”

she handed me her notebook and pencil, her notes are a wreck. i can barely read her messy handwriting.

“well no wonder you’re struggling p, how do you even read this?” -i say with a laugh.

she rolls her eyes playfully and nudges my arm.

“please just help me, math is supposed to be your thing, not mine”

she was right, math was always my strong suit, hers being english. we balance each other out, one of the many reasons i love her.

“okay so, to begin with you need-“ i started.

“this is so boring” she retorts back. “let’s do something more fun, i don’t want to study anymore. i have all weekend”

“but Paige you-“ before i could get the rest of my sentence out, she’s speaking again.

“cmon let’s go to the park or something, i can teach you how to shoot basketball” she adds.

“paige, honey it’s almost dark”

“oh well, it’s okay. not dark yet” she pleads, before adding- “i’ll drive”

“fine, let’s go”

“great!” she says, as she kisses me cheek before she stands up, i think this caught her off guard as much as it did me. her cheeks turned a light shade of pink before her lips curled into a smile while she slipped her shoes on.

this is normal friend behavior. that’s all, right?

right?

she grabs one of her many, many basketballs and we walk downstairs, getting in her car.

we get in her car, and she turns her favorite playlist on. it’s the one she always has on shuffle, it’s titled “anotha banga.” you would think since she liked english so much she would atleast spell the words right, but i guess that’s just who she was. she didn’t care about small things like that.

i care too much about the small things, and that’s my problem. but really, the “babe” and kissing me is just friendly. right?

right.

i have to keep telling myself that.

she’s straight.

right?

right.

right?

we’re driving with the windows down, it’s the beginning of april so the weather is starting to get nice again, but still chilly enough to wear hoodies and sweats everywhere. it’s a nice evening, around 60 degrees outside, and not a cloud in sight, the sunset becoming more evident and as beautiful as always.

she’s, as beautiful as always.

she’s wearing a UConn hoodie since that’s where we’re headed in the fall, yes “we’re”. I told you we really are inseparable. along with that, it’s some grey nike sweats, and her basketball shoes from 10th grade, that she thinks it’s bad luck to get rid of.

“is it too cold for you? want me to roll the windows up?” she asked me

“no i’m okay, it’s perfect”

“if you get cold, there’s an extra hoodie in the back if you want it”

i wasn’t cold, i just wanted to feel closer to her. wearing her hoodie would do for now.

i reach into the back seat and grab the hoodie, slipping it over the plain black cropped t-shirt i was wearing.

she looks over at me with a smile, straightening the hoodie out as she drives.

“you look great, you should keep that one” she says as she pats my thigh

i can feel the blush creeping across my face. my cheeks are hot at this point

“really?” is all i can manage to say back

she lets out a small laugh and returns her focus on the road

“really, it looks good on you”

she always knows exactly what to say. my lips curl into a soft, genuine smile

“well thank you, you can have one of mine next time we go to my house. your choice”

“i’m holding you to that”

“i know, don’t worry i won’t forget”

we finally make it to the park, it’s daylight but barely. the evening sun hiding behind the trees, but still casting a glow on her face that makes my heart skip a beat. she’s always been beautiful, but it’s astonishing how good she looks right now. i’d kiss her right now if i could.

she walks me over to the basketball court, talking about how she can’t wait to teach me the proper shooting form, how she can’t wait for me to watch her succeed in college ball next year.

i’m just as excited for her. i can’t wait to go through the next chapter together.

together?

you know what i mean.

we make it to the court and she immediately starts shooting, all of her shots sinking effortlessly.

“baby c’mere, your turn”

nicknames again.

i walk over to her and she positions herself behind me, handing me the ball

“okay so what you’re gonna do, is plant your feet and when you release the ball, push with your left wrist”

she makes it sound and look so easy

“paige i don’t think i can do it”

she laughs again, moves her hands to mine, helping me hold the ball how i’m supposed to

“you got it, i know you do”

she takes a step back and crosses her arms with a smile, like she’s proud of what she’s watching. she’s always wanted me to get into basketball with her, but my thing has always been soccer. it’s convenient, we can always go to each others games because our seasons don’t collide. and trust me, i’m at every single one of hers, and she’s at every single one of mine.

i shoot the ball, and as expected, it bounces off the rim and i miss.

Paige just laughs, a whole-hearted laugh, one that instantly made me laugh too.

“Paige stop i’m embarrassed” i say with a fake pout.

“no no it’s okay really” she says breathlessly, still laughing her ass off “you dummy, you’re shooting with both hands- let me help you again”

she gets back behind me and positions me again, her hands lingering on my waist for a little longer than normal before she steps back again

“you got it this time, 100%” she smiles and nods before adding, “i believe in you”

i take a deep breath and shoot the ball again, this time it swishes through the net.

i turned around and locked eyes with her, honestly i had never seen her so excited in my life. not even that time when she wrapped a string around my loose tooth and tied it to a door knob and slammed it. yes it hurt, but yes it worked.

i smile at her, and she smiles back.

“well paige, looks like you have some competition. better watch your spot on the UConn team next year”

she walks over to me and wraps her arms around my waist, holding me close to her, and speaks with a warm tone.

“not even close, but that’s was a good shot if it makes you feel any better”

“it does actually, thank you”

there’s a silence, not an awkward one. it’s only silent because i caught the glance of her looking at my lips, then back up to meet my gaze again.

my cheeks flush red, she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“you’re beautiful, y’know that?” she says as she brushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear

i take a moment to gather my thoughts. should i say it?

no. might make things awkward.

what if it doesn’t?

i should say something.

“paige i..” i start, but then stop myself.

“you what?”

silence.

my breathing speeds up and my heart drops to my stomach.

i need to say it.

it’s eating at me.

i have to say it.

“i love you. you know that right?”- i finally speak up.

“and you know i love you too, right?”

i nod my head. - “yeah. i know”

silence again.

come on idiot. say it.

i open my mouth to talk again and she cuts me off - “you don’t have to say anything else. i know what you mean. and i promise i feel the same way”

“you do?”

she lets out a small laugh, “was it not obvious?”

“god paige i thought i was the only one feeling this way”

“you idiot, i’ve loved you for so long”

“why didn’t you say anything?”

“i thought i was obvious enough”

i don’t know what took over my body in that moment, but whatever it was, im glad it did.

i leaned in and kissed her, wrapping my arms around her neck. holding her close to me like she could disappear any moment. months, years of built up feelings all slipping away between our lips.

it was slow at first. gentle, sweet. then she moved her hand to the back of my neck, deepening the kiss.

she pulled away first, and rested her forehead against mine, i watched as she smiled, and still held me close.

“wanna stay with me tonight?” she asked

“of course i do, is that even a question?”

she kissed my forehead and grabbed my hand, squeezing it gently as she led us back to her car

after we get in her car, she leans her head back against the seat and looks at me, still holding my hand, that same beautiful smile playing across her lips that i’ve seen all day.

“paige?”

“mhm?” she says back quietly

“there better be a lot more kissing now that we’ve established this”

she nods her head and laughs- “oh you know it”

she leans over and gives me a quick kiss before she starts the car to head back.

“oh and one more thing” she adds

“what is it?”

“can we stop by your house so i can pick out that hoodie you promised me?”

“you’re serious?”

“of course i am, you have one of mine, so it’s only fair that i get one of my girlfriends hoodies too”

“girlfriend?”

“shit, you know what i meant, but only if you want”

“then it’s official paige, you’re my girlfriend”

“i like the sound of that”

“yeah p, me too”

we drive to my house and she picks out a grey hoodie with my soccer number on it, and she wasted no time putting it on.

[bxeckers222]

summary: your job took you back to dallas, where you knew you would see Paige, your ex girlfriend.

word count : about 6k

warnings!! // smut, fingering (r!receiving), strap (r! receiving), oral (r! receiving)

pls don’t judge it’s my first time writing so i hope you enjoy

It’s been 3 months. 3 months since I last watched her play, since I last went to her apartment after her game like I always did. Since that stupid argument that ended everything. god i miss her. I can’t seem to shake the thought of Paige Bueckers.

It was a dumb argument, really. Something about how she felt suffocated, how she needed space. But I did everything for her. How could she feel that way?

I’m back in Dallas, something for work. I work in the media field, sports specifically. I was always here, it was nothing new. There are plenty of things to photograph. Magazines, blogs, you name it, it needs pictures. Not to mention the fact that I’m damn good at what I do. My agents told me that I would be photographing a sports game today, and god i prayed it wasn’t for the Dallas Wings.

Sure enough, my day couldn’t get any worse.

I was sitting in my hotel room, when my agent texted me.

“Hey, y/n. Today, you’ll be taking pictures at the Dallas Wings game. Have fun!”

“fuck me.” I thought. I knew it was my job, but the idea of seeing Paige after everything felt insufferable. After all, it’s my job, and I knew it had to be done.

“Thank you, boss! Will do!” shit. this was all getting too real now. I glanced at the clock, the time reads 4 p.m. A little over 2 hours until I face her again.

6 pm. fuck.

i walked into the gym with my camera in hand, all eyes were immediately on me. Fans, coaches, basically everyone knew my past with Paige, it wasn’t a secret.

Through piercing eyes and other camera flashes, I found my way to a corner of the gym and started setting up my camera. Nerves were through the roof at this point, and I can feel my hands shaking as I fidget with the camera lens.

after i had finished setting up my station, i turned to sit my bag down and that’s when i locked eyes with her. yes, her. the same girl i was in a screaming match with 3 months ago, the same girl i dreaded seeing, the same girl i was still so stupidly in love with. the same girl i couldn’t help but miss despite everything. Paige. Madison. Bueckers.

i had never seen someone look away so fast. her eyes were there, and then they weren’t. my heart immediately dropped to my stomach, i felt like i couldn’t breathe. it’s like a wave of deja vu i couldn’t get rid of and that same feeling i had 3 months ago was back. i thought i was over it, or atleast i hoped i was, but holy shit. those blue eyes, those stupid, beautiful blue eyes, know how to get me every time.

it didn’t effect me. i promised i wouldn’t let it effect me.

fuck. did it?

no.

wait.

it did.

it effected me more than i wanted to admit. those two seconds her eyes were locked on mine, honestly, felt like home. felt like everything was like it was supposed to be. but wait, shit. it’s not my place to feel like that anymore.

the game starts and Paige was in her element. moving gracefully and efficiently, like she was born to be here. she was. this was her home, not me anymore, if i ever was. i was reading too much into two seconds of eye contact. Paige was born for basketball, not to be suffocated with a love like mine.

it’s around the start of the second quarter when i see it. shes shooting foul shots and i notice it. i notice the same spin she does with the ball before she shoot’s. i always noticed the little things. how she would always pray before she ate, and before games. how she would always stay close to me when she was drunk, and that stupid fucking spin with the ball before foul shots. everything’s coming back to me, and not at a good time.

i managed to make it through the rest of the game, taking pictures and moving around the court, trying everything i could to keep my mind off her. did it work? not so much.

the game ended, the wings lost, but are we surprised? my main goal was to get out of there before i did something i regretted.

would i regret it?

yes.

would i?

i dont want to find out.

i had just zipped my bag and began to walk towards the exit of the gym, and thats when i felt it. there was eyes on me, not just the eyes of nosey fans, or old friends, but her eyes. i knew. i just knew. i turned to look and there she was, staring at me the same way she did when we locked eyes earlier. i didn’t know what to do, so i gave a small smile. and that’s when i seen it, she mouthed “wait.”

wait?

like here?

i waited.

i knew i shouldn’t. i knew this would be heartbreak all over again, but i couldn’t bring myself to walk out. i needed to see what she wanted.

after a few minutes she walked over to me. “hey” she said. just simple, but enough to make my breath hitch. “hey, paige” i say back. “you played well” she let out a small laugh, a laugh that sounded like dancing in the kitchen at 3 am after we got wine drunk, and a laugh that felt like home.

“thanks. but we still lost, so i couldn’t have played too well” i gave her an almost sympathetic smile, i knew how much she hated losing. she hasn’t lost this much since, well, ever actually. she was known for winning. that’s who Paige is. she wins on every level.

i know i shouldn’t ask. but i have to.

“how have you been?”

fuck. this might hurt my feelings.

“i’ve been okay, actually. a lot of work, but i’m managing. you?”

okay. not as bad as i thought.

“i’ve been okay too. a lot of traveling lately, but it pays off”

she smiles. not a cocky one, not an arrogant one, but a true, genuine smile. one i haven’t seen in a while. especially not from her.

“good. that’s good. i’m glad you’re still doing what you love”

that’s when i almost said it. i almost told her right there that i still loved her. still doing what i love, but not with the person i love. and that shit hurts.

“mhm, you too. i’m happy basketball is working out well for you”

“thanks y/n. you always believed in me, seems like you still do. even when you seen my shitty team play”

i let out a small laugh, not forced, but because im getting more comfortable. “you’re not shitty, you just have some things to work on, that’s all. and i do still believe in you, you’ve always been great”

there’s that smile from her again, i can feel my cheeks heating up, and i look away quickly trying to regain my composure.

she notices, of course she fucking notices. and she knows just how to get under my skin.

“wanna go get dinner? on me?” she asks.

was she serious?

she was.

“yeah. i’d like that”

“good, we can catch up. let me go change and we can head out of here”

“sounds good” fuck. i can’t believe i’m doing this. this is the “thing i’d regret” that i was talking about. but do i regret it? we’ll see later.

she comes out about 10 minutes later, her hair is down, she’s wearing sweatpants and a uconn t-shirt that fits her perfectly. god she’s beautiful. she’s so fucking beautiful.

“ready?” she asked me

“i’m ready”

we walk out and get in her car, she offered to drive. she always drove when we were together, mainly because i didn’t like it and she knew that.

as we’re driving, the silence is awkward at first. that’s when she speaks up.

“where do you wanna go?” she asks

“up to you. you know the places around here a lot better”

“there’s this good ass tex mex place down the road a bit, sound good?”

“definitely, heard the tex mex is good around here”

“it is, trust”

we pull into the parking lot of this restaurant, it’s nice, but not “date” nice. just two friends trying to catch up.

right. friends.

“this place is great, i think you’ll like it.” she says. “i hope so, it smells good”

“i come here all the time after bad games, pretty sure everyone knows me on a first name basis by now”

i laugh again, she always knew how to make me laugh.

“im sure they do. i’m sure they all think you’re great”

why the fuck would i say that?

she gives me that look. THE look. the look that says everything. i can see it. she still loves me.

“they’ll think you’re great too” she says back with that same beautiful smile.

we sit down and order, casual talk here and there,

nothing too major. we go back to her car after we eat and get in, i’m expecting to just go back to my car and leave, to not speak to her again after this, but boy did life have other plans.

“so” she starts, “you haven’t seen my new apartment, wanna come over”

holy shit. before my brain even registered what she said, my lips started moving

“yeah, of course”

what the fuck. why would i say that. that seems eager. or maybe, that’s exactly what she wanted.

“good, i was hoping you would say that”

she starts driving again, there’s silence, but it’s

not awkward this time. the stars are out, and she’s playing old r&b music. that was always her favorite, it seems like it still is.

i was looking out the window, admiring the scenery when i heard it. the intro to Love by Keyshia Cole.

that was our song. in my mind, it still is.

i expected her to turn it down, or skip it. but no, she turns it up and looks at me.

as she glances over at me, she places her hand on my thigh, and rubs soothing circles on it with her thumb. oh my god.

“i know you remember the words, i know you remember how this is our song”

she was right, i did. i remember everything

she starts singing and gently pats my thigh, a silent way of telling me to sing too. we sing our

song until we eventually pull in at her apartment. her hand stayed on my thigh the whole way back, and i honestly didn’t mind. i felt like i was right back to where i was supposed to be.

she steps out of the car and opens my door for me, all of the memories rushing back. her apartment is huge, much bigger than the one back in Connecticut. much nicer too.

she leads me inside and she shuts the door behind us, she kicks off her shoes and sits her bag down, before sitting down on the edge of the counter.

“so? what do you think? much better than the last one huh?”

much better. accept in this apartment, i’m not yours, and you’re not mine.

“i like it a lot. i see you still got that championship net hanging up” i gesture to the net hanging on the wall

“of course i do. that was one of the best days of my life” she answers back.

before i can say anything else, she speaks up again.

“not better than today though. i’ve missed you”

my breath catches again as i look back at her.

“you have?” i ask quietly

“i have. more than i’d like to admit”

“i’ve missed you too Paige”

there’s a silence again, not awkward, but filled with the tension of unspoken words. words i can’t seem to find yet.

“i didn’t expect you to talk to me” i finally say

“why not?”

“just didn’t figure you would”

“i wanted to since the moment i saw you walk in, i just couldn’t until the game was over”

“im glad you did”

“me too y/n. me too”

this is getting dangerous. i can’t hold back. so much has already been said, why not say more?

i speak up again.

“why’d you invite me over Paige? i don’t mean to bring this up but you said i made you feel suffocated. why would you want to be around me?”

she just looked at me for a moment, not angrily, but something i couldn’t quite place.

“it was never you, y/n” she finally spoke up “the stress, late night practices, preparing to pack up and leave my whole life in Connecticut behind, it was all too much for me.”

she hesitates before adding

“and you were just there, letting me take it out on you. you didn’t deserve that.”

“and i’m sorry. for everything”

i wipe away a tear i didn’t even realize was falling.

“i thought it was me all along. i didn’t know” i say through a shaky voice.

“it was never you. you were perfect, and you still are.”

before i know it she’s off the counter and her lips are on mine. she tastes like the same vanilla lip balm she’s been wearing ever since i’ve known her. she backed me up to where i was leaning against the wall, and her kisses are becoming more urgent.

“you have no idea how much i’ve missed you” she mutters between kisses

“how fucking sorry i am for letting you go.”

“how i beat myself up for it every day”

“how bad i’ve missed having you like this. as mine”

i can feel that familiar heat forming between my legs. i need her, and she knows it.

“no p, don’t say sorry. i’m still yours. don’t be sorry. i’ve always been yours” i say back breathlessly, my hand moving to rest on her hip underneath her shirt.

she didn’t say anything back, instead she picks me up, to where my legs are around her waist, and carries me to her bedroom. still kissing me the whole way there.

once we make it to her bedroom, she lays me down on the bed and straddles my lap, taking her shirt off, as well as my own. i’m a mess at this point. i can feel my wetness seeping through the purple thong i had picked out because i knew it was her favorite color. was i expecting this? no.

but i was hoping, praying.

she removes my shirt in a swift motion, tossing it aside somewhere in the darkness, tossing hers down there too. she begins to kiss down my neck, and down my chest, before moving her hands to the clamp of my bra, and taking it off me, tossing it aside too.

“god you’re beautiful” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

she began to mark my chest, a silent promise to let everyone know i was hers. cupping my breast’s with her hands and sucking on them.

i let out a silent moan, my hands tangling in her hair.

she moved her hand to the waist band of my shorts, tugging them off. and she wasted no time.

she began kissing down my stomach, stopping just before my the lace of my panties.

“wet for me already mama?”

god she knows exactly what to say. i just nod my head.

“cmon baby i wanna hear you say it”

i nod again “mhm, yeah p, just for you”

she moves lower and begins to kiss my inner thighs, her movements slow and teasing. my fingers still tangled in her hair, letting out another low moan.

she slips my panties down my legs, and tossing them aside with the rest of our discarded clothes.

“don’t think i didn’t notice you were wearing my favorite color. you wanted this huh?”

“of course i did. but was i expecting it? definitely not”

“should’ve known i couldn’t stay away for much longer”

she lets out a breathless laugh and wastes no more time, she licks a stripe up my folds and closes her lips down around my clit.

my back arches, tugging on her hair slightly

“fuck paige”

“that’s it baby let me hear you”

i moan louder this time, bucking my hips into her.

“ ‘tastes so fuckin good ma “

“missed you so much”

i can feel myself getting wetter by the second.

the moans continue coming as she eats me out. she slips her middle and ring finger into my mouth, never slowing her movements.

“get em’ wet for me baby. show me you want it”

fuck i wanted it bad.

she works her tongue faster, eating me out like she’s starving. i close my lips around her fingers, coating them with my saliva.

she pulls her fingers out of my mouth with a pop, and pushes them into me, curling them to hit my g-spot.

i’m convinced the neighbors could hear me moaning her name.

“yeah paige, just like that. don’t stop. holy fuck, don’t stop”

she hums against my pussy, sending vibrations straight through my core. my back arches again, her fingers and tongue working at fast pace.

“you’re clenching baby, i know you’re close. cum for me, let me taste you”

she moves her fingers faster, thumb circling my clit, fingers curling, and her name in my mouth like a prayer.

“p-paige.. gonna-”

“i know baby, i know. go ahead”

that’s all it takes, the feeling i know all too well returns to my stomach. with one final moan, and one last thrust of her fingers, i cum for her.

she works me through it, slowing down but not stopping. she pulls her fingers out and begins to kiss up my stomach again, before reaching my lips, letting me taste myself.

she says against my lips.

“did so good for me mama. got one more in you?”

i nod my head

“ nuh uh pretty girl, gotta hear you say it “

“p-please p, i want more” “i need it”

that’s all she needed.

next thing i know i was on my knees, face in the pillows, ass in the air.

i hear the click of the harness, the strap. the purple strap we bought together.

she climbs behind me, wetting the strap with her spit. she positions herself and makes sure i’m comfortable, before placing the tip at my entrance

“you sure you want this? wanna be fucked good?”

holy shit i’m dripping at this point.

“please baby. i want it so bad. i want you so bad”

she pushes the strap all the way in, starting out steady before picking up pace.

i moan loudly this time. “baby, f-feels so good”

this clearly boosts her ego, as she slaps my ass, hard.

“love taking it from me don’t you? stretching you out like this. so tight for me”

pain and pleasure shooting through my body, making my eyes roll back as she continues to fuck me.

“god Paige, don’t stop.”

she picks up her movements, slamming into me harder than before, her fingers moving around to circle my clit

overstimulation has set in, but god it feels good. she feels good.

the moans are getting louder. they won’t stop.

“there we go baby. want the whole building to know who’s got you fucked up like this”

“let them know.” she adds.

i’m sure they knew. they had to have. her name falling out of my lips loudly, i had no control over the sounds i was making.

“paige baby, gonna cum again. feels s’good”

“you got it mama, go ahead. cum on my cock, let me feel you”

that was i all i needed.

my second orgasm came crashing over me like a wave, body going limp as i moaned into the pillow, she helped me ride out my orgasm then pulled out, while removing her hand from my clit. she takes the strap off and throws it in the floor, laying down beside me.

she pulls the blanket over us and speaks softly

“you alright baby?”

“trust me, i’ve never been better” i retort back

there’s a silence before she speaks up again

“i want you to know that i don’t want this to be just a one night thing, i miss you. i’m serious about trying to make this work again. i’ll do anything.”

“me too. i love you paige, i never stopped”

“i love you too y/n. so much”

i pull her in for a soft kiss, and lay my head on her chest. and for the record, i don’t regret anything.