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NASTY - paige x reader

paige gets off from you sucking the strap

quick little blurb

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paige’s breath hitched the moment your lips closed over the strap snug against her, your tongue flicking and swirling along the edges like a predator savoring the hunt. the leather was slick beneath your mouth, but it was the way you teased it, sucking hard and slow, that had her gripping the sheets tighter.

“you look so fuckin’ nasty like that,” paige breathed out, eyes dark, jaw clenched as she stared down at you. “god, baby—chokin’ on my shit like you love it.”

her words made your stomach flip, a fresh wave of heat pulsing between your legs. you hummed low around the strap, letting the vibrations ripple through it, knowing damn well what it did to her.

her legs trembled, muscles tight and flexing as she tried to keep her composure, but her voice cracked again when you pushed deeper, tongue flattening against the base.

“fuck—fuck, you’re so filthy,” she groaned, one hand reaching down to slap the side of your face lightly. “you like suckin’ this cock while i sit here soakin’, huh? don’t even need to be inside me to make me cum.”

you moaned into it, loving the way she was unraveling above you. your hand came up, cupping her thigh, fingers digging in as you sucked harder, let spit coat the shaft and dribble down your chin on purpose.

paige’s hips jerked, her breathing getting messy, eyes fluttering closed as she cursed under her breath.

“you’re tryna make me fuckin’ lose it, huh?” she panted. “look at you—sloppy little mouth, makin’ all that noise. shit, keep goin’, don’t stop.”

you pulled back just a bit, just enough to let your tongue tease the tip while your hand pumped the rest of the strap, your lips wet, swollen, face shining.

“i want you to cum just from watchin’ me,” you whispered, voice thick with heat. “don’t even wanna touch your pussy yet. you gonna do that for me, paige? cum just from me suckin’ your cock?”

her mouth fell open as a deep moan ripped out of her throat. “oh my god… baby—yes—yes, fuck.”

your mouth wrapped around it again, tongue swirling like you were starving, and paige lost it. her thighs clamped around your head as her body spasmed, hips stuttering while her moans turned into breathless cries.

“that’s it, fuck yes—just like that—shittt,” she cried out, fingers fisting the sheets as she came hard, slick dripping between her thighs, body shivering through it.

you didn’t stop until her body went limp, until her breath came in soft, shattered waves and her fingers went loose in your hair.

then you pulled off, chin wet, lips curved into the filthiest smile. “next time,” you whispered, licking your lips, “i’m makin’ you beg for it.”

[madsxyins]

៵⋆ the reality of distance ៵⋆

➜ summary: surprising paige when she needs you most

➜ warnings: fluff (thats about it!) || not proofread!

➜ pairing: paige + long distance gf

➜ authors note: did we appreciate the donnie darko reference? anyways, here’s some fluff that i wrote this morning. i hope y’all enjoy!! also, feel free to ask if you want to be mentioned when i post something!! 

three weeks, twenty eight days, six hours, fourty two minutes, and twelve seconds. that was how long it had been since paige bueckers had seen her girlfriend and she was going crazy. the longest she had ever gone without you was maybe four days, mind you, at the VERY BEGINNING of your relationship but once you guys hit the 2 month mark, she was hooked. her behavior was that of a codependent puppy. she refused to be without you for five days at most. christmas breaks? she booked you flights to and from your hometown and minnesota. during the summer of your junior year, her parents weren’t surprised when she brought you with her. you were an extension of her and during long periods of time, she didn’t know what to do without you which just made going to the wings impossible. well, not really. she was so excited that she didn’t even realize she would be leaving you until she found herself in your car, driving her to the airport. you helped her get her bags from the back but she was almost in a trance. she had tried to convince you to go with her (multiple times) but you couldn’t. there was too much school stuff, too much job stuff, and too much family stuff that just had to come first. “but mama, i promise it’ll only be for a few days.” she begged, practically on her knees. “im sorry, baby” you whispered, placing a kiss to her head and waving her goodbye. luckily for paige, she was able to immerse herself in basketball so well that she didn’t have the time to think about how far away you were. she didnt have time to mope or be lost without you. 

until she did.

it was out of the blue, really. she was at a game when she saw someone who resembled you sitting courtside and it hurt. sure, she had facetimed you almost every hour of every day which helped enough but seeing someone who looked so much like you IN PERSON broke her. she felt herself succumbing to the loneliness of missing you again and everyone could see how badly it affected her. maddy noticed first, seeing how paige began to sulk. dijonai saw it in her fake smiles and forced laughs so she knew she had to take action to help out her rookie. you were sitting in your room, organizing your clothes to go back to your home state when you got a call from nai. she practically begged you to come to dallas, claiming she would get you anything you wanted and do your bidding for the rest of her life if it meant you come to surprise paige. all it took was one photo of her looking absolutely miserable for you to get on the next flight to dallas.

when you stepped into the arena, the noise was deafening. it was littered with people wearing her number on their backs and waiting for the team to start their warmups. dijonai offered for you to go into the locker room to surprise paige but you didn’t want to throw her off her game so you waited. you sat somewhere in the crowd, watching your girl play. she was even better in person than you remembered. during halftime, you got a text asking why your location was off which you ignored. then she called you. you sighed and found a quiet(ish) space to answer. “where are you? why is your location off?” she begged, clearly worried and upset by this. you sighed and glanced around. “i’m- at a club. with some friends. and i turned off my location so my parents couldn’t see?” you weren’t sure how convincing that was. probably not convincing at all because of how your voice wavered and sounded more like a question than an answer. paige huffed and you could almost see her pout. god, you wanted to see her… but you had to wait. “i dont believe you” she whined, growing more anxious. “just keep playing, baby. you’re doing so good.” “youre watching my game from the club?” “shut up.” you hung up with a small smile, returning to your seat. the wings were up 75-71 and you were cheering your heart out for your girlfriend. she was on fire. after the game (with a wings w), paige went into the locker room by dijonai waited for you. she watched as you rushed down to the court and then led you to the teams exit area. she told you to wait there, making a comment about how happy paige would be. 

about fifteen minutes later, the players started filing out, some of them recognizing you from the numerous photos paige had shown them. nai tapped your shoulder and whispered, “she’s coming out now.” you smiled and nodded, beyond ready to see your girl. you hadn’t seen her in person for so long and god, she looked good. better, close up. her muscular ar,s were protruding through her shirt and it made you want to be wrapped in her. you quickly went back to your spot behind the wall and waited for paige to walk by, waiting until her back was to you before calling, “p! can i have your autograph?”

her heart skipped a beat and she didnt hesitate to turn around, her eyes wide and so beautifully blue. she blinked a few times before it actually registered that you were there. her girlfriend was there. it took maybe less than three seconds for her to tackle you in a hug, the both of you falling on the ground. her teammates took pictures and videos, gushing over how cute you two were but she drowned them out. the only thing that mattered was you. paige nuzzled her face in your neck, not even caring that you two were on the ground. “i missed you so much,” she whispered, hugging you tighter, “don’t ever leave.” you laughed and hugged her back just as tight before helping her to stand up but she wouldn’t budge. “baby, you have to get off the floor,” you laughed, amused and touched by her childish behavior. she huffed and stood up before clinging to your arm again, looking at you like you hung the moon. 

later, you two sat on her couch in the quiet of her apartment. there were no distractions, no teammates, no schedules. just you and her, and the weight of all those days apart. paige leaned her head on your shoulder and whispered, “i didn’t realize how much i needed you.” you smiled and kissed her temple, holding her tight. “i’m here,” you promised, “i’m not going anywhere.” she smiled back and kissed your lips gently. 

the way you two were wrapped in each other reminded you that even in the reality of distance, what you had was real and nothing could change it.

[madsxyins]

hellooo how are you! i missed you and i hope you're doing well ^^ remember to take care of yourself

– 🍓 anon

HI 🍓ANON!!! i’m good, how about u? i missed u tooooo!!!! everything’s been so boring and i miss updating but im just so behind all my reqs😭 ill try to get some out soon tho! u too!!, always take care of urself💝

[madsxyins]

just posted 3 drafts!!! lowk been shit at uploading this past couple of weeks but dw i’m trying to finish off my reqs(hopefully by the end of next week) i think i have 3 or 4 left

my mind just can’t seem to write well😭

[madsxyins]

Off the Court

pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: sexual content, rough sex degradation, and strap and vibe use

synopsis: After a loss Paige takes her anger out on you

anon req

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The locker room was silent except for the hum of the overhead lights and the hollow thud of Paige’s fist hitting the metal locker door. Another loss. Another night in Dallas where her team choked the win away like it meant nothing. She’d dropped twenty eight points, fought through it all, and for what? A scoreboard that said she wasn’t enough.

Her hands were still taped. Sweat clung to her skin beneath her practice gear — a soaked compression top, baggy shorts riding low on her hips. Her blonde hair was messy, pulled half loose from the bun she’d tied it in before the game. Her jaw was clenched, that ever-sharp gaze burning holes through her reflection in the mirror.

She didn’t even hear the locker room door open.

“You done punching shit?” The voice came cool and low.

Paige didn’t turn, not at first. Just let a smirk curl across her lips.

“Not even close.”

“Good,” came the reply. “Then let’s make tonight worth losing for.”

They made it back to the hotel room fast. Paige’s tension was already boiling over — muscles tight, eyes wild, breath heavy. The second the door shut behind them, her hands were at the waistband of her shorts, stripping off like she needed to shed the entire night with them.

“On your knees,” she snapped.

Y/N barely had time to respond before Paige shoved her down. No patience, no sweetness. This wasn’t about comfort or romance — this was Paige exorcising demons through flesh and control.

Paige wore the strap, the base thick and strapped tight against her toned hips. Matte black, veined, and heavy, it matched the hardness in her stare.

“You gonna take it like a good girl?” Paige growled, grabbing a fistful of hair.

A nod. That’s all she got — that’s all she needed.

“Open.”

What followed was a mess of spit, moans, and wet, gagged gasps as Paige worked every inch into her mouth. Her grip never loosened. She fed her frustration through every thrust of her hips, every groan as her partner drooled over the shaft, mascara already smudging down her cheeks.

“Yeah. That’s it,” Paige snarled, hips snapping forward. “Use that throat. Like the team should’ve used their fucking defense.”

The rhythm was brutal. Y/N was a wreck, eyes watering, drool dripping off her chin. Paige didn’t slow, she used. The slap of fake skin against flushed lips filled the room, broken only by Paige’s gritted teeth and the wet, sloppy rhythm of it all.

Eventually, she pulled out with a slick pop and grabbed her partner by the throat.

“Get on the bed. Face down, ass up.”

Y/N scrambled to obey, legs shaking with anticipation.

Paige climbed on behind her, spit-slick strap already gleaming. No teasing. No warming up. She grabbed both hips, lined herself up, and shoved in with a grunt.

A cry ripped from y/n’s throat, muffled against the pillows.

“That’s right. Take it. All of it.”

Her hips pounded hard and fast. Skin against skin, lewd sounds echoing through the room. Paige leaned forward, one hand gripping hair, the other reaching around to rub rough circles — just enough to drive her wild, never quite letting her finish.

“Not yet,” she whispered darkly into her ear. “You don’t come until I say. You want relief? You earn it.”

Sweat dripped from Paige’s back. Her body moved with a brutal rhythm, abs flexing, her thighs slapping against slick, trembling skin. Her frustration poured out through every thrust, every slap on the ass, every filthy command.

The sheets were already damp with sweat and slick when Paige rolled Y/N onto her back, straddling her hips. Her abs glistened under the soft hotel light, still flushed from the first round. Her strap-on was still attached — wet, gleaming, veins catching the light — and her hand was already reaching into the nightstand.

“You think I’m done?” Paige asked, tone low, dangerous.

Y/N swallowed, lips parted, breathing shallow.

“N-no.”

“Good girl.” Paige pulled out the slim, black remote-controlled vibe and clicked it on. A low hum vibrated in her palm. “You’re not gonna cum again unless I say so. And this—” she pressed it right against Y/N’s already-swollen clit, taping it in place with a pair of sheer lace panties — “is gonna help with that.”

Y/N whimpered, her hips twitching already under the teasing pulses.

Paige smirked, climbing off her to kneel beside the bed. She grabbed Y/N’s ankles, yanked her to the edge with zero gentleness, and spread her legs wide. The vibe was humming mercilessly now, low at first, but growing.

“You’re gonna keep that inside your panties the whole fucking night. And if you make a mess on the sheets without permission?” She leaned down, licked a slow line up Y/N’s inner thigh. “I will punish you.”

Y/N’s eyes rolled back when the first wave of near-orgasm hit — and stopped.

The remote clicked off.

“Nope,” Paige whispered. “Not yet.”

She leaned in again, dragging her tongue over the toy, over the panties, teasing and cruel.

Y/N sobbed. “Please…”

“Oh, we’re begging now?” Paige smirked. “Thought you liked being my good little stress toy.”

She pulled her back onto the bed and tied her wrists in front with one of her own sweat-drenched warm-up shirts. The knot was rough, the fabric smelling like courtside pressure and frustration. Paige didn’t care for finesse. She wanted control — and Y/N gave it to her willingly.

Then came the next wave.

Paige clicked the remote back on. Full power. The vibe buzzed mercilessly against Y/N’s clit, and her hips bucked in raw desperation. Her thighs clenched, but Paige was already there — hand between her legs, slapping her inner thighs open.

“You stay open. You don’t squirm. You take it like my little whore,” she hissed, mouth brushing hot against Y/N’s ear.

Y/N was already unraveling — flushed, soaked, legs trembling.

“You wanna cum, baby?”

Y/N nodded frantically.

“Say it.”

“I want to cum, Paige, please—fuck, please!”

The vibe cut off.

Paige chuckled darkly, tilting Y/N’s chin up to face her. “Then maybe you should’ve won the game for me.”

She leaned down, kissed her roughly, and rammed the strap back inside her in one hard stroke.

Y/N screamed.

“God, you feel better than victory.”

The night stretched into an endless loop of denial, edging, and total submission.

Paige used her. Mouth. Hands. Toys. Her own body pressing her girlfriend into the mattress like she could fuck the loss out of her bloodstream. There were slaps — stinging and sharp — followed by soothing fingers and degrading praise whispered into tear-streaked skin.

“My perfect toy.”

“Such a desperate little slut for me.”

“You belong under me, crying from needing to cum.”

“This is what you’re good for.”

Y/N was wrecked.

She begged. She cried. She came once — without permission — and Paige saw it in the way her thighs spasmed and the way the sheets were soaked.

“You came without permission?” Paige’s voice dropped to something dangerous.

Y/N froze. “I— I’m sorry—”

Paige flipped her over fast and delivered a brutal slap across her ass, then another, then another, until her skin burned red.

“Count. Every. One.”

Y/N sobbed as she counted each punishing slap, voice breaking by number eight.

When Paige finally pulled her close again, she was breathless. Eyes sharp. One hand slipped back between Y/N’s legs and pressed the vibe in again—taped tight, humming loud, relentless.

“You’ll cum again now,” she whispered. “And again. And again. Until I say stop.”

And Y/N did — helpless, screaming, twitching under the force of it all.

By the time dawn cracked through the window, Paige’s rage had melted into something else — not tenderness, not quite. But satisfaction.

The only scoreboard that mattered was the look on Y/N’s face, ruined, blissed out, completely claimed.

Paige traced a finger over her lip, then leaned down to whisper

“Maybe I should lose more often.”

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author’s note: this is absolute filth…THANKS FOR READING THO!!!

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Can’t Hide Whatsoever pt.2

pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: none

synopsis: just more of paige and y/n being terrible at hiding their relationship

anon req

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1. Matching but Opposite Phone Cases

During a televised Basketball game, cameras catch Paige on the stands, texting. Her phone case is bubblegum pink. A few hours later, Y/N posts a mirror selfie on her story—lavender phone case in clear view.

Comments:

@hoopgirlieszn

not paige bueckers w the pink phone case 👀 y/n had lavender in her story… switchin colors now huh?

@girlinstands: they deadass said “you carry my favorite color, i’ll carry yours” 😭😭

@sapphicbench: this is lesbianism at its most dangerous and powerful

@floppypigtailzz: pink & lavender is the new navy & gray idc

2. A TikTok With “Accidental” Reflection

Y/N posts a TikTok getting ready in her dorm. In the mirror behind her, fans pause and zoom in on a familiar silhouette—Paige sitting on the bed in a hoodie.

Comments:

@paigeswife97: don’t play with me that’s literally PAIGE’S POSTURE😭😭

@gaysoncampus: not the reflection catch!!! y’all are Sherlocks for real

@iceyyyyyy: shoulders like that? it’s her lmao

3. Ice’s Birthday Vlog Slip-Up

Ice posts a vlog to YouTube of her birthday dinner. At one point, the camera pans across the table—Paige is holding Y/N’s hand under the table before quickly pulling away.

Comments:

@uconnhive: 4:12 in the vid. Y/N’s nails + Paige’s thumb ring + HAND HOLDING??

@azziprincess: she pulled away SO FAST 😭 we saw it babes

@womenshoopstea: someone got in trouble after that dinner

4. Paige Wearing Y/N’s Hoodie on IG Live

During an IG Live Q&A, fans spot Paige wearing an oversized hoodie with a volleyball team logo—not UConn’s, but Y/N’s club team from high school.

Comments:

@lockerroomsecrets: y’all peep the hoodie?? that’s not hers

@volleygossipgirl: wait wait wait is she wearing y/n’s old AAU hoodie 😭

@nailgirlies: she’s reppin her gf without saying a word lol

5. Y/N’s Spotify Wrapped Post

Y/N posts her Spotify Wrapped on her IG story. The top artist? Drake. The #1 song? “Best I Ever Had.” Coincidentally, Paige quoted that same lyric in a post from months ago.

Comments:

@bueckersburner: not y/n’s top song being the SAME lyric Paige quoted in April 😭😭 we see u

@user20012010: not jealous…totally not

@buexkerxxys: coincidence? i think not🤨

6. “Background Laughter” During KK’s Live

KK Arnold goes live on Instagram from the dorm lounge, answering fan questions. In the background, fans hear Paige’s unmistakable laugh followed by Y/N saying, “Stop, they can hear you.” The sound cuts abruptly.

Comments:

@gayhoopgossip: NAHHH that was PAIGE’S laugh😭 and y/n said “stop they can hear you”???

@benchwatchersunite: it’s the you’re too loud we’re gonna get caught voice for me

@azziforpresident: no way they muted themselves that fast unless guilty lol

@uconnchaos: someone’s getting fake mad and someone’s giggling in bed rn

7. Y/N Commenting on Paige’s “Soft Launch” Pic

Paige posts a photo carousel of a sunset, legs tangled with someone’s in the last slide—but only their lower half is visible. Y/N comments:

“whoever took that last pic has taste 😏”

Comments:

@thebueckersfiles: girl we KNOW that’s your knee

@femhoopfeed: this ain’t even a soft launch anymore, it’s a direct hit

@whitneyonwoods: the knee gave it away lmao

8. TikTok Compilation of “Coincidences”

A fan makes a TikTok compiling matching outfits, synced travel days, and overlapping backgrounds in separate posts.

Comments:

@underratedships: this is CRAZY evidence ngl

@uconndetective: did they really think posting 30 seconds apart from the same patio wouldn’t be noticed?

@dramaoncampus: y/n’s bracelet showed in paige’s mirror selfie 😭

9. Cameo Slip-Up From Y/N

A fan buys a Cameo from Y/N and includes, “Tell Paige I said hi 😉 unless that’s against the rules lol.”

Y/N tries to brush it off. But her smile lingers too long, and her eyes definitely dart off-camera for a second.

-Cameo Clip-

“Tell Paige I said hi? …Um.” (laughs nervously) “I mean, yeah, I guess I could do that. If I see her. Which I… might. I guess.”

She glances sideways—off-camera—and grins before signing off with a soft, “Y’all are so messy.”

Comments:

@lockershadowss

i asked y/n to say hi to paige and she damn near blushed off screen lmaooo

@celebdyketracker: you “might” see her?? girl we heard her cough in the background BYE

@studslutclub: blink twice if you’re under Paige’s weighted blanket rn

@womensportsdetectives:

‘IF I SEE HER’ BABE YOU LITERALLY JUST LOOKED AT HER 💀

@obsessedhoopers: the guilty silence was louder than words

@sapphicalert: y/n we’re not mad… just want the wedding invite

@nohetero24: the smirk at the end??? i screamed into my throw pillow

10. Leaked Snapchat Screenshot

A blurry Snapchat screenshot circulates online—it’s Paige in bed, half-asleep, with a caption:

“she looks cute when she’s passed out 🫶”

The bitmoji in the corner clearly belongs to Y/N.

comments:

@courtlover69

LEAKED SNAP??? 👀 y/n that you??? this y’all???

@volleylesbian: nah that’s Y/N’s bitmoji fr i got her on snap 😭

@hoopsgate2025: she’s so whipped it’s adorable

@benchbossbabe: delete before they get exposed…

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author’s note: i could write some of these as fics🤨🤨🤨maybe soon😋 TY FOR READINGG!!!

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Winner takes All

pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: sexual content, rough sex, sub paige!!

synopsis: After losing a game of HORSE, Paige has to face the consequences.

anon req

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The final shot echoed through the gym like a declaration. The hollow thunk of the ball bouncing off the rim and away into the shadows confirmed it, Paige lost.

“No—bullshit,” she muttered, running a hand over the back of her neck, damp with sweat. “No fuckin’ way that counted.”

“You really wanna argue right now?” the reader said, leaning against the sideline wall, still holding her follow-through. “Last letter. I win. Which means…” A slow, dangerous grin. “You’re mine tonight.”

Paige scowled, but not seriously. Her jaw flexed, sharp in the dim overhead gym lights, and she tilted her head down slightly, the bill of her backwards snapback casting a shadow across her flushed face.

“Yeah, yeah.” Her voice was low, the familiar rasp laced with defiance. “I’ll take my ‘punishment.’ But don’t get soft just ‘cause I’m cute.”

You laughed. “Cute?” she echoed, walking toward Paige, sneakers squeaking on the polished hardwood. “Babe, you’re fuckin’ asking for it.”

Paige backed up a step, already teasing, already smirking despite herself. “Then bring it.”

She hadn’t stopped mouthing off the whole drive home.

Feet on the dash. That crooked smirk. And when the reader leaned over at a red light, whispering what she was going to do to her in that voice that always made Paige’s stomach flip, the soft masc brat only blinked and said, “Promises, promises.”

Now, in the low glow of their bedroom, Paige was paying for it.

She was shirtless, sweat still drying along her collarbone, sports bra discarded somewhere on the floor. Her basketball shorts were tugged down around her thighs, black boxer damp at the crotch and pushed aside by strong, controlling hands.

The strap slid in without a warning thrust—just enough teasing to make her beg under her breath—and when it hit deep, Paige’s teeth sank into her lip.

“God—f-fuck, babe—”

The reader grinned from behind, both hands gripping Paige’s hips. “Still mouthing off?”

Paige glared over her shoulder, hair sticking to her cheek, eyes glittering with challenge.

“Still not impressed.”

That earned her a slap. A real one—sharp, echoing—and Paige whined, her cocky facade fracturing beautifully.

“You wanna test me tonight?” You muttered, leaning in close, her breath hot against Paige’s ear. “You lost in the gym. Now you’re gonna lose again. Right here.”

She hated how fast she melted.

It was the tone. That bossy, low voice—like a ref who knew you fouled out, no room to argue. And the strap. Fuck, the strap… thicker than she usually let her take, but tonight wasn’t about choices.

Tonight was about surrendering, and pretending she didn’t love every second of it.

The pace picked up. Her hips rocked forward against the bed, forehead pressed into the mattress. She clawed at the sheets, her thighs slick with arousal, the thick toy hitting her exactly where she was weak. She groaned, one arm tensed under her chest as if trying to push up, but there was no escape.

Behind her, You moaned softly—frustrated, turned on, riding the rhythm as hard as Paige could take.

“Say it,” she demanded. “Say who won.”

“Go to hell,” Paige growled, her voice tight.

Another slap. Another thrust, deeper.

“Try again.”

Paige whimpered. “You…”

“What?”

“You won,” she finally choked out. “Fuck—you won.”

Your hand slid down, brushing between Paige’s legs—circling her soaked clit, making her hips twitch uncontrollably.

“And what happens to losers?” she whispered.

Paige’s voice was almost too soft to hear. “They get f-fucked.”

“That’s right.”

There was nothing like breaking down Paige.

Watching her melt, squirm, pretend she wasn’t wrecked. Her soft masc energy made it even hotter—she carried herself like she ruled the court, but here? Bent over, trembling? She was all yours.

And she gave so sweetly once she let go.

The strap slid in again, dragging slick and steady, deeper each time. You pushed her chest against Paige’s back, one hand sliding up her side to grab a fistful of hair and pull.

“Use your mouth,” she ordered. “Make yourself useful.”

Paige groaned but obeyed, turning and reaching up between your legs, mouth catching the edge of the harness where it pressed against your slick, swollen clit.

She licked it. Rode it with her tongue.

You gasped, one hand gripping Paige’s short curls, grinding down hard into her mouth. “Fuck—just like that.”

And Paige? She smiled against it.

Bratty even when obedient.

Her lips were everywhere—sucking, licking, grinding her nose into the sensitive part of the harness where you were flushed and soaked underneath. She wanted you to come. Wanted to feel her lose it above you.

“You taste like you talk shit,” Paige muttered, muffled. “Sweet and dangerous.”

“Shut up—”

“Make me.”

She did. You came with Paige’s mouth still teasing you, one leg trembling, muscles locking around Paige’s shoulders as the pleasure took her. Loud. Raw. Your hand in Paige’s hair, pulling tight.

Afterward, You flipped Paige over onto her back, and mounted her again, strapping in rough—Paige too blissed-out to resist.

“You wanted more,” you panted, lining up.

Paige grinned, breathless. “Then give it to me.”

You slammed inside. Fast. Brutal. Paige’s back arched off the bed, her hands scrabbling for something to hold, moaning so loud it echoed off the walls.

You held her down, thrusting into her with relentless rhythm, chasing that final finish. Paige’s eyes were wide now, stunned by the force of it, her cocky attitude replaced with something desperate—needy.

“You gonna cum for me?” You whispered.

Paige nodded, gasping, legs locking around her waist.

“Good. Then you can lose properly.”

When it was over, Paige collapsed onto the bed, face red, mouth slack, her body thrumming with aftershocks. The strap was still buried in her, twitching with every little movement.

“You,” she panted, “are a menace.”

You smirked, brushing a sweaty strand from Paige’s brow. “Still want that rematch?”

Paige exhaled, then grinned faintly. “Only if I lose again.”

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author’s note: idk why but this took me so long to write (mainly because i took so many breaks in between) i didn’t reread this so there might be some mistakes😭 sub paige will always have a special part in my heart!!!!! thanks for reading!!

[madsxyins]

take it like a taker

paige bueckers x fem!reader 

summary: you and paige are freaked tf out

warnings: a little plot but its still about sex, lots of dirty talk (i don't like quiet sex sue me), oral, strap! yay!, choking, praise, light degradation, whimpering, begging, overstimulation, lots of edging, crying, sub!paige (hehehe), she's kind of a brat but a whiny one, mentions of her being a munch, let me know if i missed anything lol

word count: 4.6k

notes: here's the pride special!! sorry it took so long! deadass don't think i have never written anything this fucking filthy ever in my 11 years of writing fanfics (that makes me sound old i just started way too young). happy pride month <3

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you saw the edits, the comments, the fanfiction. you read what her fans said about her, what they assumed–that she’s probably a player, dominant, takes the lead. she knew exactly what to say and how to say it every time, especially in bed. that she was the one giving, whispering praise in your ear as she touched you, slamming the strap into you, giving you head until you couldn’t take it anymore.

god, they couldn’t be more wrong. 

and you loved it. 

there was something so thrilling about the secrecy of it all. the stark contrast of the way she presented herself versus the way she really was behind closed doors. it made your possessive tendencies thrive. you were not only the only one who could hear her desperate begging for more, her loud moans when you hit the right spot, the whimpers when you touched her at all, the squirming when you whisper something dirty in her ear in public, the occasional brattiness when she was in a sour mood that she would absolutely be punished for, but you were the only one who even knew about it at all. 

you let her play the part in public. you let her confidence ooze easily from her lips like it was second nature, without any argument. you let her lead conversations with ease. you let her put her hands on the small of your back to guide you, on your waist when you were talking to people, or on your thigh when you were sitting down together. you let her pick up checks when you went out to eat or went shopping, and open your doors like she was the one in charge. 

she could do all these things when everyone was watching because it wouldn’t change that she would be on her knees for you, begging for you to touch her or to let her touch you, as soon as you got home. and there was no place she’d rather be.

“i want you to sit on my face,” she whispered, a hand covering her mouth so no one could try to read her lips.

you wanted to be shocked, you really did, but this was something paige always did when you two were in public, especially something that meant you couldn’t be home right away. she would say she thinks it’s funny to see you squirm with impatience, but you knew it was because she liked the aftermath. she liked how right when you would walk through the door, you would throw her against the wall and whisper something degrading in her ear because she just couldn’t wait.

especially tonight. while you two were getting ready and you were standing in front of the mirror trying to smooth out any wrinkles, she came up behind you to put her hands on your hips and press your bodies together. she muttered something in your ear about how she needed to fuck you right there, how she was throbbing and soaked just seeing you in that dress. how she wanted you to look in the mirror as she ate you out so you could see how pretty you looked. you debated giving her what she wanted, but you knew you couldn’t run late, because when paige gave you head, it was never quick. she was always begging for just one more, just let me see you come one more time.

well, you did kind of give her what she wanted. if dropping to your knees and eating her pussy until she was about to come, then pulling away, buttoning her pants back up, and telling her you better get going would count as what she wanted.

she patted your thigh lightly, then settled her fingers barely beneath the fabric of the dress you were wearing. you were at a somewhat fancy dinner with the dallas wings players, staff, and their significant others to celebrate the upcoming season–the regular season that started on friday, three days from then. 

you already knew you were going to fuck her when you got home, despite anything she was doing to make sure you finished the job from earlier. she looked so damn good, how could you not? she let you curl her hair tonight in soft waves, and she picked out a black short-sleeve button up with a pair of nicer black cargo pants, and sneakers, of course. you loved it when she wore all black, and she knew that.

“now?” you ask quietly, reaching forward to take a sip of your water without even sparing her a glance. 

she was being bratty like this on purpose, you knew it. she was probably still aching and wet in her pants, desperate for you to take her home and finish what you started. she had been shifting in her seat all night, constantly crossing and uncrossing her legs, trying to stay composed.

her eyes raked over you slowly, and not at all subtly, taking in the way you looked in that dress. it was black and fitted to your body, the neck low enough in a v to expose your cleavage. you had your straightened hair pushed behind your shoulders, too, meaning it was all on display. to anyone at the table, they probably thought she was spending extra time staring at your chest. maybe she did for a second, but she couldn’t help but let her eyes linger on the necklace dangling from your neck.

she had randomly gifted it to you when you moved to dallas. she had muttered something about how practice was going to run long that day, but then came home with a small bag from a jewelry store. it was a dainty gold chain, and it was supposed to be a name necklace with the name written in cursive, but she had decided to get five on it instead. it was the perfect mix of possession and privacy for you, and you loved it.

“mhm,” she hummed. then she leaned toward you to whisper in your ear again, “you taste better than anything on this menu.”

your head quickly whipped to the side to give her a look, so quickly that naylssa and dijonai–who were sitting across from you–noticed. she barely had time to move her head, so your noses brushed when you did so. you glanced at the two teammates across the table who had returned their attention back to whoever was talking.

“yeah?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at her, almost in a challenging way, but she didn’t react. she had a big, goofy grin like she was proud of what she was doing and your reaction. if you weren’t in public, you probably would’ve grabbed her by the throat. 

she nodded smugly, her fingers squeezing your thigh slightly. “would do anything to fuck you right now.”

“keep running your mouth,” you warned, not even whispering. if any of her teammates heard you, they chose to ignore it. you couldn’t blame them, you probably looked like you were fighting.

“what are you gonna do about it?” she asks boldly, her grin never faltering. “because that’s not the only thing i’m gonna do w’it."

you leaned toward her slowly, your expression unreadable. “wait until we get home,” you whispered, making sure your lips touched her ear as your words spilled out.

she shuddered at the contact and her grin faltered slightly at the words, making you smirk. you placed a hand high on her thigh, squeezing tightly for a moment, almost as another warning. she clenched her thighs at the feeling, just happy to be touched by you even if it wasn’t exactly where she wanted it.

she didn’t dare to run her mouth anymore after that, knowing that it could jeopardize her ability to finally receive the orgasm she had been denied of earlier. you were a little disappointed by her obedience, though. you almost wanted her to keep going, so you didn’t feel bad about your intention to only give her one, maybe two, orgasms tonight after spending hours teasing her. that was something paige wasn’t used to. you were more into overstimulating her than edging her, loving the way she would whine beneath you because it just felt so good.

when you finally walked in the door to your apartment, you slipped off your shoes and walked down the hall to your bedroom without a word. she was stunned, standing there watching you go as she shut the door. usually in moments like this, you wouldn’t waste any time slamming her against the wall or the door, or maybe even pushing her down on the couch or onto her knees on the floor. she swallowed thickly, but followed you back anyway.

paige stood in the doorway, nervously fidgeting with her fingers. you moved around the room for a few seconds, pretending to look for something–pretending you didn’t see her. you quickly grabbed a hair tie from the dresser and turned to face her. her eyes shifted down to your hands then back up to your face, shooting you a questioning, but knowing look. she knew why you wanted the hair tie, just not why you were grabbing it right now. 

you smiled innocently as you walked over to her, slow and deliberate, and stood in front of her. she didn’t break her eye contact with you as you did so. you reached your hands up to gather her hair into a messy low bun, making sure that it didn’t look too crazy or have too many bumps. then, you smoothed your hands over her shoulders, then her chest down to her stomach, allowing your fingers to fumble with the buttons from the bottom up.

“you’ve been such a brat tonight,” you said casually, slipping her shirt off her frame. “i don’t know if you deserve me sitting on your face, baby.”

her eyes widened at your words, her hands coming up to grab your waist as yours slipped under her sports bra. “no, i do. please, i’ll be good. promise.”

you laughed gently at her words, using your thumbs to rub circles around her nipples. she whimpered at your touch, leaning forward to chase your lips in a kiss. which you allowed her to. she kissed you with intense, heated passion that you’re not sure you’ve ever felt from her before. it was something so desperate, telling you she was so ready to come, you’re not even sure you wanted to tease her anymore. she fisted your dress where her hands were settled, trying to pull you closer.

paige shouldn’t have expected you to let her. she knows better than that. you pulled away, well as much as you could with the way she was gripping your dress. her eyes didn’t leave your lips, though, her lips parted and breathing ragged as she waited for you to lean back in. you contemplated taking her bra off, but you decided to lower your hands to her pants instead–where there was a waistband to a pair of nike pros sticking out. you traced over the words with your pointer finger, making her sigh from her nose. 

“this for me?” you asked, tilting your head. the answer, you knew, was a mix between yes and no. yes, because she knew how hot you thought it was when you could see the logo poking out of her sweatpants, cargos, shorts, whatever. no, because she was more comfortable with them no matter what.

“everything i do is for you,” she replied quickly and breathlessly, like she didn’t even think before saying it–like an automatic response.

“is that right?” you chuckled, feeling your heart melt a little bit. 

to reward her for saying something so sweet, you grabbed her wrists to gently pry her hands off your dress, which she did immediately without much of a fight. you sunk to your knees slowly, keeping your eyes trained on hers. her pupils were blown with lust as she watched you, one of her hands rising to rest on the doorframe next to her. you used both of your hands to hook in the waistband of her nike pros to swiftly pull them and her pants down in one smooth motion, but left her underwear on. she carefully stepped out of her pants, mindlessly kicking them into the hallway behind her. 

you leaned forward to place kisses along the waistband of her underwear, sucking a hickey into the skin above it. her hips snapped forward against their will, the sensitivity from her denied orgasm really showing itself. you smiled mischievously, moving down to mouth over her clit that pulsing with desire through the fabric.

“fuck,” she breathed at the feeling. her unoccupied hand moved to rest on the back of your head, subconsciously pushing you closer. you considered mentioning it, punishing her for pushing you, but you decided that wasn’t as fun. “please, make me come. please, i’ve been waiting all night.”

you laughed against her, sending a vibration throughout her entire body that had her moaning softly, but you didn’t answer. it was too early to spoil the surprise. you traced your fingers over her entrance, feeling the wet spot. you had expected her to be wet, but not that wet. you almost pulled away to ask about it but she beat you to it. it was like she could read your mind.

“so wet for you,” she whined, “you look so damn good tonight. i can’t help it, wanna give you head so fucking bad. want you to sit on my face until i can’t breathe.” 

“aw, paige,” you cooed, like you were going to give her sweet words of praise, pushing her underwear to the side, “you’re such a slut, you know that? you probably would’ve gotten on your knees right there under the table if i asked.” 

you didn’t give her time to reply before your mouth was on her. the gasp that left her lips when you licked a flat stripe from her soaked entrance to her clit was so violent, you were surprised she didn’t cough afterwards. her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling harder than she probably meant to, but you didn’t mind. you actually loved it when she was so lost in the moment that she didn’t realize she was borderline ripping your hair out.

when you licked through her folds and over clit slowly, her hips jolted forward and she continued to try to grind it out, but you knew it probably wasn’t on purpose. she was always so sensitive anyway, and the denial from earlier definitely made it worse. 

you wrapped your lips around her clit and sucked gently, using your tongue to trace circles around the bud after at a faster pace. her stomach would not stop flexing, almost sending her hunching over above you, but you didn’t let up. 

“shit. oh, fuck,” she moaned, her eyes pinching shut at the feeling. she pressed her hips forward, chasing the orgasm building in her stomach. “‘m gonna come already. feels too good”

even though you appreciated the warning, you already knew–not that it was hard to tell. she was making such pretty sounds, though, it took some mild internal convincing to pull yourself away this time.

“no, no!” she cried out, her hand trying to push your head back where she wanted it. “goddammit, please don’t stop.”

“come on, baby. you didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?” you asked innocently. you flicked her clit playfully causing her to flinch and her body to twitch. she threw her head back in frustration, trying not to groan out loud because she knew it would only prolong the release she is desperately waiting for.

you quickly jumped to your feet, leaning forward to crash your lips together again. she kissed you back hard, pouring every bit of anger and frustration she was feeling into it so hopefully you would get the point and finally give her what she wanted. without looking, you used both hands to shove her underwear down a little bit, and she got the hint. she hastily removed them without disconnecting your lips, throwing them behind you onto the floor somewhere. you pulled away, grabbing her wrist to pull her into the room. then spun her around so you could place your hands flat on her chest and push her onto the bed.

she propped herself up on her elbows, expecting to watch you put your mouth on her again or maybe even sit on her face finally, but you didn’t. instead, you hastily pulled off your dress and underwear. you ran your palms up her thighs gently while leaning over her body, still standing next to the bed, trying to be soothing and comforting as you decided what you wanted to do next. you couldn’t decide if you wanted to use your mouth, your fingers, your thigh–god, the possibilities were endless for making her squirm beneath you.

then, an idea popped into your head.

“can i use the strap on you?” you asked.

her eyebrows rose in surprise at your words. it wasn’t that either of you hated it per se, but it was something that was only brought out for special occasions, you would say. and on those rare occasions, you were usually the one receiving. still, she nodded slowly.

she stared as you bent down next to the bed to pull it out of the bottom drawer of the nightstand and strap on the harness. her pussy aching and dripping with desire, and she had an overwhelming urge to touch herself to try to relieve it. she didn’t, though; she wasn’t feeling quite as bratty anymore now that she’s had two orgasms ripped away from her and would probably have a few more ripped away if she kept it up too.

without wasting any time teasing, you touched the silicone to her entrance, covering it with her slick as lube. she whimpered at the feeling, leaning forward to watch. you grabbed one of her legs behind her knee to bend it, giving you a better angle as you pushed the tip in ever so slightly. her face contorted at the sudden stretch, pussy clenching, and you made sure to keep your eyes trained on her face to gauge her expressions. you almost had the urge to tell her to look you in the eyes, but it was so fucking hot that she wanted to watch, honestly.

“you okay?” you asked gently, brushing your fingers over her stomach.

“mhm,” she hummed, biting her bottom lip. 

you slowly rolled your hips to bottom out in one motion. one of her hands flew to press against your stomach, not expecting you to go so fast. 

“you can take it,” you said, grabbing her wrist and lacing your fingers together. you pressed her hand above her head against the bed, making her lie all the way down. the arm that she was using to pop herself up was now moving so she could rest her hand on your hip lightly.

you rolled your hips again, pulling all the way out and slowly pushing back in. her eyes rolled to the back of her head at the feeling and a loud moan slipped from her lips before she could stop it. the sound made you smile, knowing that she was in pure bliss because of you. her mouth stayed parted, like she was making sounds, but nothing was coming out. your hips fell into a steady rhythm, not slow, but not fast either–just enough to let her feel all of it.

“fuck, paige,” you moaned. “you look so pretty like this. taking all of me like a good girl.”

her hips bucked slightly, a high-pitched moan ripping from her throat. you accidentally snapped your hips forward roughly from the sound, causing her to gasp, her free hand pressing against your stomach again. you released the grip your hand had on her leg, moving to use your thumb to circle her clit.

“oh my god,” she moaned, her hand that was resting on your hip flying to grip your bicep tightly. “shit, i’m–fuck.”

“i know,” you said softly, “tell me how good it feels.”

“i-i can’t–please, let me–” she interrupted herself with a moan, her pussy clenching tightly around the silicone to try to will her orgasm away that was quickly approaching. you pulled all the way out, watching the way she clenched around nothing as she cried out from frustration beneath you. “fuck! please, let me come. i’m begging for it, please. i want it so bad.”

“you asked for this, baby,” you chuckled. honestly, you did feel a little bad about it while watching her cry out, but not bad enough to stop.

“i’m sorry,” she said, looking up to meet your eyes through her lashes. “’m sorry. i’ll be so good for you. just–please, let me come.”

without warning, you slammed the silicone back into her. her legs clenched from the unexpected fullness, her hand that was intertwined with yours tightening with a death grip on your fingers, and her eyes pinched shut tightly as her head came forward.

“this is what you wanted, right?” you asked quietly, using the hand that was on her clit to grip her throat and push her head back against the bed. 

her free hand loosened from your bicep to fall to your wrist, gripping it but not pulling it off. she would never admit it otherwise, but she loved it when you choked her like this. you didn’t do it very often, so she savored it when you did. despite your grip, she managed to nod at your words, not trusting herself to speak from how foggy her brain felt in pleasure.

you watched as tears slipped from her eyes when you sped up your thrusts, but she didn’t say anything. you weren’t even sure if she knew she was crying, either. her stomach and pussy clenched, and you almost had the urge to let her come because of her pure desperation. her orgasm was approaching much, much quicker than before, after the first three denied orgasms.

of course, you completely pulled out when her hips bucked up to chase her fourth. she cried out a choked sob, causing you to loosen the grip on her throat so she could breathe, and your other hand loosening on hers subconsciously. her hands flew to her face to cover it from her frustration as she sobbed.

“paige,” you said, gently caressing her sides with your hands. sure, you had made her cry during sex before, but never like this. “do you want to stop?”

“no,” she shook her head, voice muffled from her hands. 

“are you sure?” you asked, not really convinced because of her crying.

“yes. please, keep going,” she said with an exasperated tone, “i want to come.”

nodding, not verbally replying, you took the harness off and haphazardly threw it to the side.  you reached up to take her hands off her face, expecting her to fight you, but she didn’t. her face was streaked with tears, her mascara running down her cheeks. you leaned forward to place a soft kiss on her lips. then, you slotted your thigh between her legs, pressing her soaked, pulsing pussy against the muscle. without asking for permission, she started slowly grinding against it. 

“you’re going to take what i give you,” you said against her mouth. she whimpered, already feeling herself wanting to unravel. “and you don’t get to come just because you want it.”

you moved your thigh away from her just slightly, making her grind against nothing but the air. she couldn’t even bring herself to say anything in complaint, just let out another violent sob at her fifth orgasm being taken away.

you leaned back so you were sitting on your heels, taking in the sight of her in front of you. she looked absolutely wrecked–cheeks flushed, eyes glassy, tear and mascara stains on her face, red marks where she was biting her bottom lip, god. you wondered how you had never thought of this before. 

she reached forward to grab your hand and shove it where she wanted it, not even caring about the potential consequences. you didn’t touch her though, stiffening your arm before it could. “please, please, make me come. i’ve been so good at taking it all. i can’t take it anymore.”

you pretended to think about it for a moment, then knelt down between her legs. you almost considered being stubborn and not giving it to her, but at this point, she would probably come just from you touching her even slightly. she quite literally sobbed from relief while watching you do so, throwing her head back against the mattress. you let your breath fan over her for a second, and she clenched when she felt it. 

when you finally flicked your tongue against her clit, her thighs clenched tightly around your head with an intense orgasm. she didn’t even make a sound as she gushed beneath you, her upper body hunching forward involuntarily. you continued to circle your tongue slowly against her clit though, working her through it. her hands clutched at the sheets until her knuckles turned white.

after about a minute when she started to come down, her entire body shaking, she realized you hadn’t stopped yet–but you didn’t intend to. her legs trembled around your head, stomach clenching and body jerking every few seconds as you continued to circle your tongue. her hands flew to your hair to scramble for purchase.

“wait, i’m–fuck, i can’t–” she said breathlessly with confusion dripping in her tone, tears slipping from her eyes again. 

“isn’t this what you wanted?” you said against her, making sure she could feel the vibration. “you wanted to come, right? do it again.”

she blinked at you with her lips parted like her mind was blank, like her intense orgasm had wiped out any potential for a coherent thought. you increased the pace of your tongue, trying to work her back up to that edge for another one. 

“i’m–goddamn, shit,” she babbled. 

it didn’t take very long before she was coming again with a moan, grinding her hips against your face involuntarily. her back arched off the bed, eyes rolling into the back of her head at the feeling. you worked her through it for a few moments before pulling away from her, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. 

she was lying against the bed, her arms thrown lazily over her face, chest heaving like she had just run a marathon, legs shaking helplessly. you bent down to press a kiss against her stomach gently, which she didn’t react to, then laid down next to her. 

“good?” you asked, throwing your arm over her stomach in a comforting manner. 

she didn’t move her arms to answer. “yeah,” she breathed. 

then, she spoke again. you don’t know why you weren’t expecting the words that came out of her mouth because it’s paige. she couldn’t do anything without returning the favor.

“are you going to sit on my face now?”

[madsxyins]

🌴 - physical therapist reader that has to put up with Paige in her recovery room while flirting with her nonstop

# IT'S ONLY THE BEGINNING, BUT IT'S HAPPENING QUICK

pairing: paige bueckers x physical therapist!reader

warnings: none !

song: i know love by tate mcrae ft the kid laroi

⭑ from lani - this trope is so stinking cute

celly masterlist !

main masterlist !

- it all started with a knee sprain

- some vet that loved to play dirty wanted to foul but ended up pushing her on the ground and landing right on her leg

- so here's where you come in

- the first session was interesting to say the least

- it was just after the incident when she was urged back to the recovery rooms for examination

- you asked her the routine questions, watched the play back, developed a diagnosis

- all while she was practically drooling staring at you

- kid you not, this girl couldnt take her eyes off you

- you were icing your knee—focused and determined (as you should be)

- she spoke up, "you always this gentle with your patients or am i just special?"

- your expression remained unchanged, "i treat all flirts with ice"

- "you think i'm a flirt?" she smirked

- you rolled your eyes wordlessly and pulled the wrap tighter before walking away with a glare

- paige hissed, then smirked, "worth it."

- by the third session, she was fully hooked

- she was clearly healed enough to use resistance bands on her own, but she insisted that you have to help her

- she ley the band snap out of place just so you would readjust it

- "my bad," she said for the second time in five minutes, "need you to fix it again...preferably while you tell me about your favorite first daye spot."

- you exhaled sharply, "you're very committed to this act."

- "not an act," she insisted, eyes locked on you, "just gotta trust the process."

- day four:

- when she walked in, she grabbed a nearby massage gun and pretended it was a mic

- "so...what's it like working with someone as attractive and talented as paige bueckers?" she teased, holding the piece of equipment out to you for the bit

- "wouldn't know," you said simply, still focused on the paperwork in front of you, "she's never on my table. where she's supposed to be."

- "ouch, maybe i do need more ice."

- "you do need ice, but you know that's not why," you said unimpressed

- she followed behind as you walked over to one of the recovery beds, watching as you gathered your wrapping supplies

- she plopped onto the bed, eyes still on you, "seriously though...if i weren't your patient, would you say yes?"

- "it's unethical, bueckers," you said coolly. your tone was even as you began taping her knee

- "but it ain't in the rule book," she pointed out

- "like you read rules books."

- "for you i did," she said proudly, puffing her chest out dramatically, "that has to count for something, right? maybe a date this friday?"

- "please," you scoffed, "the only thing i've seen you willingly read was the flavor label of a gatorade bottle."

- later that night, your phone buzzed with a text from the girl

- "do i get less time in the ice bath if i think my pt is hot?"

- then a second text right after

- "kidding. kinda. but also not. coffee after friday's session?"

- you left her on read

- but you'd be lying if you said the texts didn't make you smile

- the next day held the next session: another opportunity for paige to shoot her shot

- you were checking her flexibility, guiding her through her recurring knee tensions

- "does this hurt?" you asked

- "only when you ignore my texts," she said with a small fake pout

- "you're getting more bold each session," you shook your head, "more delusional."

- "i'm recovering. mentally...physically...romantically," she droned on teasingly

- and then the next session...

- she missed the laundry bin. again.

- "you have two functioning legs, bueckers, use them," you glare at her as pick up her towel for the third time

- "but it's so much sexier when you do it," she smiles

- you throw the towel back at her, making her laugh lightly

- "okay, okay—but admit it, i'm growing on you."

- "like mold."

- "sexy mold," she wiggled her eyebrows jokingly

- "you're disgusting," you mutter as you walk back to your computer

- "okay i'm sorry, can i make it up to you? over fro-yo? this friday?"

- "still no," you called out

- "one day," paige declared, "i'm wearing you down!"

- finally: the friday morning session.

- she's rolling out her quads with the foam cylinder, groaning way too dramatically

- "this is torture. you enjoy this, don't you?"

- "a little," you admit with a small smile as you clean off a nearby table

- paige pauses her stretch, glancing at you from her mat, "you know what would really help with my recovery?"

- you stop your motions with a sigh, raising an eyebrow at the blonde

- "a fro-yo date. tonight. with my favorite pt," she says confidently

- you scoff with a humorless laugh

- she looks up at you, voice softer now, "no games. i like you. you make all this easier."

- there's a beat of silence. then your lips twitch into the smallest smile

- "...pick me up at six."

- she stands up too fast out of excitement. winces from the sharp pain, "worth it. so worth it."

— leilani signing off ! 📁

[madsxyins]

Love your writing! Can you write one where there is a new teammate in the wings (reader) and Paige does not like her since minute one but it all changes after a night out with the team when they are drunk and they kiss?

ty anon!! sure thing i’ll get that out as soon as i can!!

[madsxyins]

THANK U FOR 200 FOLLOWERS!!!

I’ll try to get as many reqs and fics out this week!

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Hopkins Paige and reader go to prom but Paige went with Jalen Suggs after talking to reader about taking her then they resolve it and start dating

if u could give me more details i could get this out pls!! also wdym paige went this suggs? like as in as his date???lmaoo idrk how i feel about that but maybe im just misunderstanding what u meant anon! if u could, pls add more details and clarify what u meant!!

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is it okay if i req a lovesick paige x lovesick influencer!reader doing various tiktoks and youtube videos together

i have something similar to this on my master list anon!! but i’ll try to come up with something new! it’ll probably be out next week hopefully anon!

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stopp why are ppl assuming you use ai just because ure fast and good at writing? and also, do you do anons? if you do may i be 🍓 anon please?

LMAOOO it’s cool i won’t say i don’t use ai.. i really only use it to check my grammar, spelling, and punctuation fr and tbh im not really fast at writing these😭 it’ll take me like a whole week or more just to finish a couple of reqs😭 ALSO thank u for the compliment anon😘😘😘 and ofc u can be 🍓anon!

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Heyyy love your work💗💗 hopefully you see this but I wanted to request a fic ab Paige being frustrated about losing games in Dallas and letting Paige do the dirtiest things 😭

thank u anon!!!! i have quite a lot of reqs rn but ill try to get it out as soon as i can!

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do you deadass use ai to write

nope!! i do use ai to check for any spelling, grammar, and punctuation mistakes tho:))

what makes u think i use ai to write anon?

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Pink isn’t a Warning

pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

word count: 3.3k

warnings: none

synopsis: Everyone thinks You’re too girly to like girls — even Paige. But You do. And You like her more than You probably should.

anon req

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You weren’t what anyone expected a D1 Athlete to look like.

Eyelashes curled to the sky, lip gloss always a little sticky, nails matched to your mood. You’d show up to practice with acrylics that somehow never cracked, ponytail bouncing, body glitter on your cheekbones—like you were heading to a red carpet instead of a three-hour lift session.

And people made assumptions.

They always did.

“She’s too pretty to be serious.”

“She’s just doing it for the aesthetic.”

“She’s definitely not gay.”

That last one? That was the one that stung, because it came the most casually. Like it was obvious. Like there wasn’t space in people’s heads for someone like you—soft and femme and still queer as hell. They didn’t mean it to hurt, but it did anyway.

Even Paige thought it.

Which sucked.

Because you liked her. Like, liked her liked her.

And Paige Bueckers? She was the complete opposite. Baggy hoodies, sneakers that probably cost more than your meal plan, hair always in some artfully messy bun that you’d tried and failed to copy. She wore no makeup, had this little sleepy drawl to her voice, and a habit of chewing on straws when she was deep in thought.

You met her your freshman year—her second—and she was friendly from the start. Almost too friendly. Like she thought you needed protection or something.

“Don’t let anyone give you shit for your nails,” she’d said one day after weights, tossing you a protein bar like it was no big deal. “If anything, it’s scary how good you are with those claws.”

You smiled. “That’s the point. They’re a weapon.”

She laughed, and you swear you saw something flicker across her face. Something soft. But it disappeared just as fast.

For the first couple of months, Paige hovered at a distance. Friendly. Funny. Always saying hi when your schedules crossed, sometimes even complimenting your makeup. But never stepping too close. Never pushing further.

You figured she didn’t see you that way.

Or maybe she did, and just thought you weren’t that way.

Either way, it sucked.

Especially because the closer you got—through shared dinners, hallway banter, late-night FaceTimes about dumb classes—the more your crush grew. And the more her assumption about you not liking girls burned.

You thought about correcting her once.

Paige had made some offhand comment when you both were sprawled out on the locker room floor after a joint fundraiser photoshoot—her in UConn blue, you in white and gold, both glammed up more than usual.

“Bet the boys are gonna lose their minds when these drop,” she said with a lazy grin, scrolling through the proofs on your phone. “I mean, you look like you stepped out of Vogue. No wonder half the guys on the baseball team are in love with you.”

You hummed noncommittally.

She didn’t look up. “They better hope you’re not into girls, huh?”

That made you pause. “What makes you think I’m not?”

That got her attention. She blinked, sitting up straighter. “I mean… I don’t know. You’ve never said anything.”

You gave her a slow look. “You’ve never asked.”

Her brows lifted slightly. But she laughed it off. “My bad. Guess I made an assumption.”

You waited—for something. A follow-up. A question. Anything.

But she just nodded like it was all fine and changed the subject.

The silence between you only got louder after that. Not awkward. Just… buzzing.

And every time you hung out—whether it was sharing dessert at the dining hall, or brushing knees at movie nights in her apartment, or her helping you take photos of your game-day glam—it was like a slow drip. Closer, closer, closer. But still never enough.

Then came the day Paige got pouty.

It was a Friday. You’d canceled plans last minute to hit the salon—your favorite nail tech had a sudden opening and your old set was starting to lift. You texted Paige quick:

“Gonna skip. Nails emergency 💅 pls don’t hate me”

She didn’t reply.

You figured she was busy.

But when you saw her later that night at KK’s little team get-together, she didn’t even look at you.

Like, literally avoided your gaze.

You found her in the kitchen nursing a Gatorade, hoodie sleeves tugged over her hands like a petulant teenager. You leaned against the counter beside her, arms folded, glossy lips twitching.

“Are you… mad at me?”

She sniffed. “No.”

You blinked. “That sounded like a lie.”

“It’s not.”

You raised a brow. “Paige.”

She huffed and looked at the ceiling. “I just think it’s dumb to choose nails over people. That’s all.”

You stared. “Are you being serious right now?”

She shrugged.

You stared harder. “You’re being jealous.”

She finally looked at you, cheeks flushed. “I’m not jealous. That’s stupid.”

You grinned. “You are! You’re mad that I skipped out on girls’ night to get a new set.”

“I’m mad that you didn’t even think twice about it,” she mumbled.

That… stopped you.

Your smile faded. “Paige…”

She looked away again. Her voice was quieter. “I know it’s dumb, okay? I just… you always look like you belong somewhere else. Like, fancier. Cooler. Prettier. And I feel like you’d rather be with people who get that.”

You blinked, your chest twisting.

“Paige,” you said again, softer. “I don’t do my nails or makeup for other people.”

She nodded slowly.

You hesitated. “And I don’t like people just because they look like me.”

That got her attention.

Her eyes flicked to yours. Searching.

You stepped a little closer. “For the record,” you said quietly, “I like girls who wear hoodies and chew on straws and think pink is a warning sign.”

Her breath caught.

She swallowed. “You do?”

“I do.”

Silence stretched.

And then she smiled—this slow, stupid, beautiful smile that made your knees go soft.

“I was so sure you weren’t gay,” she whispered.

You grinned. “A lot of people are.”

“That’s really their loss.”

You took her hand. “Maybe now it’s your gain.”

She squeezed it, her thumb brushing over your glittery polish.

“Next time,” she murmured, “take me with you.”

“To the salon?”

“To anything.”

You smiled. “Even if I pick the pinkest set they have?”

She leaned in, forehead against yours.

“Especially then.”

From that night on, it was different.

Still slow. Still soft.

But now she didn’t flinch when you laced your fingers through hers walking across campus. She started showing up at your games with stickers on her cheeks and her hair curled the way she knew you liked. She let you drag her to Sephora, and you let her make you listen to every unreleased Drake leak ever created.

And people still assumed things.

But you didn’t care anymore.

Because she knew.

And you knew.

And every time she kissed your sparkly lips or laced up your game shoes for you, you remembered—

Pink wasn’t a warning.

It was a promise.

And she was yours.

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author’s note: LOVEEEED this req so much!!!!! thanks for reading!