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chap3 : say the word.

chap1 here!

chap2 here!

frat!old money!paige bueckers x reader AU

˳ ⋅ ⊹ wc: 3.7k

˚ ⋅ ⊹ cw: swearing, implied sex, perfect angst,golden retriever x black cat dynamic, kissingggg, issues ( lmk if i miss something. )

˚ ⋅ ⊹(a/n): lol hiiiii *tucks hair behind ear* :*

AT the table, Paige barely speaks. The playful energy she usually sports is smoldered. You stare at the charcoal colored wood that’s been carved into a long, rectangular, dining room table. Fancy designs are engraved around the rim. Different-sized forks and knives are folded in a cloth napkin, like you’re at a restaurant and not someone’s home. The only reason you know what half of them are used for is because of your job.

Paige sat across from Bob, you next to her, and the other three people your age, across from their fathers, next to Mr. Bueckers. It was adolescent, you thought—like they were misbehaved children, forced to sit down and get along.

The only people talking are Bob and his colleagues. Crunching numbers and planning more things, while humbly bragging behind it all.

It felt like that was the point of the whole feast. Showing off, smarts, or wealth and their golden children. A steaming plate is placed in front of everyone by a server, savory smells waft up your nose. Paige is less than enamored by the platter, picking at the vegetables, scarcely actually eating, or even looking at you. For once, she wasn’t trying to draw attention.

The food is delicious and warm, yet you’re chewing nervously, unable to stop feeling eyes on you, having no choice but to greet some of the looks with an awkward, side smile.

You feel a hand grab your free one sitting in your lap. It’s Paige’s familiar fingers embracing yours.

Bob and Paige are glaring at each other: The longer the blonde girl doesn’t speak, the more he’s burning holes into her. Finally, after a few quiet bites, he interacts with someone other than his brothers.

“I’m glad you two can join us.” He wipes his mouth, finishing chewing before continuing. “I wanted to introduce your guest to the Blue.” The Blue was referring to their high-profile members. It felt weird and cultish to you. Paige’s eyes briefly hit the back of her head, in annoyance, still she complies.

“(Y/N), these are my dad’s frat brothers. Like uncles to me.” She nods towards them while looking at you. Her face has an apologetic, embarrassed glaze to it. “This is (Y/N), my…” She paused, dramatically letting the weight lay thick on the room. You, Kassie, and Bob are all on edge for a moment.

“Friend!” You immediately yelp, maybe too loud. Giving Paige a funny look for the dragging answer, she’s leaning back, smug, at your flustered outburst, watching you stumble. Your face is flushed with heat, wondering what she was about to say. “Friend…Nice to meet you.”

The men nod authoritatively in your direction. Feeling relief set in, from them not tearing at you, like you’d expected. Kassie sneers at you, across from her father, who is entertained by your presence. He asks the most questions. From your major to your grade point average, your academic achievements. The more you answered, the easier it got.

Mr. Talfold isn’t as intimidating as Mr. Bueckers. He’s a chubby man who bellows at every tiny joke you make. This makes Bob and the other two men grin and add in. The group is astonished by your independence, sharing widened, amazed eyes when you say how you pay your bills and don’t have a trust fund. They each make a quip about their children never doing such.

Paige is the only one who can laugh at it, as the boys are starting to join Kassie with their irritated glances. You don’t let it faze you, you weren’t there to impress them anyway. Or anyone, except maybe... Your eyes flicker to the Bueckers’. The girl's warm palm against your own dampens the anxiety.

You mention your leap year, and their faces turn slightly sour. Paige, who’s been watching you handle this whole new environment forced at you, with nothing but adoration behind her powdered colored eyes, tenses up, your confidence dimming. She pushes back her shoulders, ready to defend you. Bob does instead.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about it. (Y/N) is very responsible and capable,” He gives you a quick upwards curl of the mouth and takes another bite from his plate. The men make noises of agreement. “Right?”

“Exactly, sir.” Your hair bobs up and down. Mr. Talfold speaks to you while chewing.

“I’m impressed, truly, if your grades were as good as you say they were,” He belly laughs and continues, “you’re exactly what we’re looking for in The Blue.” Kassie almost chokes on her food, one of the sons patting her back.

“Daddy-“ She begins to whine, and Mr. Talfold lifts his hand to stop her, firmly. The brunette is angrily biting her words this time. Paige looks at you with excitement, like things are just getting good. You’re biting your lip, eyes darting, trying to gauge all the emotions from what the round man had said, obviously from too much aged wine. Bob raises a brow, not in question, but in thought.

“I completely agree…” Paige puts on a fake engaged tone, sitting up in her seat again, now enthusiastically shoving vegetables in her mouth. “Don’t you, Dad?” Paige has that troublemaking glint back on her beautiful face, and you frown, brows scrunched. The next one she gives you tells you to trust her. Your pulse thumps, waiting for the reaction. Chest tight, hoping that you secretly did win Bob over, not for academic success, though.

Everyone is staring at him for an answer. Except for Paige, grinning at her dish, squeezing your thigh now, under the table. He’s looking into his daughter with a suspicious scowl, trying to see what trouble was brewing behind her. You’re wondering the same thing. His shoulders shrugged cautiously.

“We’ll see.”

AFTER dinner, Paige sneaks the both of you off while the Blue discusses responsibilities, she should’ve been listening to, like the other silver spoons. You wondered how many times she’d skipped out on the most crucial part of the get-together, for everyone to not bat an eye. Bob, of course, noticed. Having a disgruntled gape that Paige shrugged off, as she guided you towards the familiar front of the house, you gave a tiny wave goodbye, to try not to seem rude. Paige also could’ve cared less for polite exits.

The blonde is asking if you’re ready to go while taking her keys from her pocket and unlocking the car’s doors with a satisfying click. She goes on about possible plans for the next time she sees you, which she asks if she ‘will see you again, right?’; that approval seeking back in her voice, while holding the front entrance open for you.

You’re fogged with the question of what the hell that was, still impressed by managing to not make a complete ass of yourself. Maybe your parents forcing you into middle school debate club, and student council paid off.

You’re in autopilot, walking towards the sports vehicle and slipping inside onto the cooled leather seats. The sun was setting a pink over the quiet neighborhood. It had to be after 7pm at least. Paige isn’t close behind, looking amused at her chaos. Your eyes peer out against the window to search for her, suddenly socially burnt out, ready to sit in the shower and overthink this whole thing.

Kassie and she are standing in the doorway together, too close for your liking. That feeling you couldn’t make out at first, when you saw them together nights before, is back. It’s clear as day, jealousy. You’re holding your breath trying to listen in. The girl who detested you spoke lowly and soft to Paige. Inaudible. It feels tense.

Paige seems exhausted, running her hand down her face, replying plainly to whatever whispered, with almost a groan.

“Dude, I’m not dealing with this right now…” Paige is loud against the window muffle, stepping away from the short figure, which sets Kassie off even more. She reaches to grab for Paige, but she’s already down the small porch, toward you. You lean over the armrest, trying to increase your view and hearing. Paige ended the conversation, yet the brunette whines on behind the tinted glass. You can only make out her shouting at Paige’s back, about something, someone, being in the way.

Too smart to be oblivious, hot embarrassment drops in your stomach. Even impressing the cult leaders wasn’t enough to stop her. You had something she wanted. Paige. It wasn’t hard to guess why. The softness in her touch, the goofy tug in her expressions. But it was deeper than Paige being dorky. It was the money stacked underneath her in promise. Kassie felt her pampered fantasy being threatened by the working class. You grinned to yourself now.

Paige pops open the door, and leans down with the same silly smile you’d been fantasizing embracing infront of all of those gold and blue morons. Kassie had just been background noise. Knowing you’re in earshot, she stops herself in her tracks, and eyes you down until the door closes, you away from view. You can’t help but stare back, even through the tint, you feel Kassie can see you, that she knows you’re peering back.

I got the girl, you tell her telepathically. Paige is gripping your inner leg again, as she reverses with an exhausted sigh, as if to confirm it.

THE sound of her profusely apologizing again breaks you out of your thoughts.

“It’s okay, princess,” you mumble with a soft chuckle, watching other foreign cars pass, letting you know you weren’t home yet.

“No, it’s not. They’re assholes. Kassie..” She violently rolls her eyes, grunting, fists tight. “I know what it looks like between us, it’s-“

“You don’t have to explain anything to me.” You shrug.

“Why not?” Her head darts to look at you from the road so quickly, the blond hair moves with her. You can’t help but burst out laughing.

“We’re not together or anything-“

“Who says we won’t be?”

She stops at the red light. Scarlet from the break light before you illuminate your faces, as they try to read each other. Your mouth is still tugged upward, trying to soften the seriousness in Paige’s. Eyebrows drawn, puppy eyes on perfect display for you to take. Her voice is slow, sultry, making you warm all over.

“Just don’t want you to worry about her, I…” You find yourself taking a shaky breath with her. “I like you. That’s all.” Paige throws up a quick smile, and the light is green. Then you’re both staring forward again.

It’s quiet for the rest of the ride, besides the low sound of Paige’s playlist. You look at fluorescent signs against the night sky, flying past you. Paige’s fingers are digging into the armrest leather, obviously still thinking about how you may be feeling. You place your hand on top of hers, slightly nervous, it would be an embarrassing attempt right now. She relaxes.

You finally arrive home and you’re thrilled to be inside, still you linger in Paige’s passenger seat. She leans back, as if to get one more soak of your presence, rubbing her hands in her hair. Once you unbuckle yourself, you lean over to surprise her with a kiss, but she does the surprising, grabbing you up, almost over the armrest.

“Come inside.” Your body speaks for you. Begs for you. For some reason, there was no stopping you around Paige. You couldn’t ration it out anymore by trying to stay nonchalant. Since you saw her pearled smile in the bar, you’ve wanted her to tear past the facade you put up.

“Are you sure?” She muffles out before pushing back against your mouth, taking off her seatbelt feverishly anyway.

“Shut up.” You both laugh.

PAIGE lurched over you from behind, hands around your midsection, while you unlocked your entrance. Her gentle, excited lips pecking and playfully biting the side of your neck. It sends tickles down your spine that you find yourself still giggling from as she throws you onto your bed. Your bed isn’t far from your couch, and your kitchen is super close by too. She barely notices. Clawing at your clothes like they’re offending her.

Sex with her feels as if she’s being rewarded. A thirst quenched. You’re soft with sweat, arousal is thick in the air. You can’t stop replaying the grunts and growls from Paige. The profanities she moaned into your heat, between your legs.

Blankets are dragged onto the floor. You lie naked next to the other, so close your skin sticks where it touches. Neither cares. You find yourself studying the silhouette of the cute woman quietly snoring into your sheets. Rehearsing the spots where your lips worked, love bites and flushed heat rushed to. You stare at Paige, your heart pounding to kiss her again. A million times. Everywhere.

Thinking of all the ways you’d do it until your eyelids fall heavy into a slumber. For the first time in months, you dream.

YOU wake up to the smell of something burning, immediately flinging yourself upwards. The landlord wasn’t kind enough to upgrade the fire system, so any real smoke would leave your place drenched in water. A guilty Paige stands in your kitchen, technically across from your bed, slowly turning around, with a grimace on her face, bracing to be scolded.

One hand holds a spatula, the other a plate with what seems to be a pancake on top. It’s burnt to a crisp. Your shoulders slump in half relief and amusement.

“Sorry, I’ve never made anything that didn’t go in an oven or microwave…” She blushes. You shake your head with a light laugh, sleepily, checking the time. 2 hours before you’re back to work.

You throw on your robe, hanging from the bed frame, and stride up to her. Grabbing the plate to dump the pancake, she obediently sits on a barstool nearby, at the island that doubled as your dining table.

Paige is in her t-shirt and boxers from off your floor, a scrunchie from your bathroom counter in her hair lazily. She was more than comfortable at your place. You cringe a little thinking of what she might’ve seen or dug into, then you relax, once you glance up at her, wiping batter off the counter.

Her blue gaze peers at you. Round and full, following with adoration as you pick up her mess. She’s oblivious to you doing so. You don’t think she knows she made one at all.

Paige’s stare is wrapping around you like a warm hug as you turn into the cupboards and drawers for two bowls and spoons. You don’t meet them until you’re pouring the milk in, almost stupidly overfilling your bowl.

“Thank you.” She blushes, you tilt your head to her, and take a seat on the plastic stool next to her. Both were eating in silence, stealing secret glances at one another. Paige swivels in her seat until your bare outer legs are flush. Finally, she speaks.

“I could get used to this…” Paige hums, putting her heavy head onto your shoulder, and you let yours lean slightly on hers.

“Used to what?”

She gestures around. You snort a laugh. As if she’d prefer your 12-inch apartment space over castle Bueckers. The sharp uncomfortable springs in your mattress, opposed to hers that cradles and sucks you in.

“I’m serious. I think I could live anywhere, as long as you’re there rolling your eyes next to me.” She teases, leaving a fat smooch against your cheek. You bump her shoulder with yours playfully, flush faced. It takes everything in you not to cut your eyes again. She’s learning you. Getting closer than anyone in a long time. You’re suddenly anxious you might screw this up. Things never stayed good for long.

As if on cue, Paige’s phone, face up between you both, buzzes. You’re the first to look at it. You don’t mean to, your curiosity just instinctively eats at you. It’s Kassie.

Kassie Talfold

taking out the trash?

She doesn’t wait for a response to text again. The phone jolts.

Kassie Talfold

mr b is looking for you. thought you were with me. but i told him ur prob in the slums again? :)

The words are so venomous that they leave a sour taste in your mouth. You suddenly have no appetite. Paige looks up from her bowl, still smirking, to see what stopped your shoving, that she’s beginning to find comfort in.

“What?” Her brown brow strings upwards before looking down at the phone, which pings again with a second reminder. She huffs deeply, looking at you apologetically before picking it up cautiously. She grits her teeth as she opens the thread, like she had gotten terrible news. Paige’s eyes soften as she turns towards you, setting the phone down again, without replying.

“This stops today, okay? She’ll never say a fucking thing about you again, I promise. Say the word.” Paige’s slim fingers grip the sides of your thighs affectionately, seafoam colored orbs pleading with you to peer into them. You do, with pain you’re trying to hide under a blank expression. She seeps in you.

“It’s no big deal, it’s exactly what I meant by we’re too different, too…” You shake off the words, turning back to your now fruity-pebble-flavored milk. Poking at it with your spoon seemingly absent minded. Thinking of so much. A strong desire to cry from being reminded of the feeling of being an outcast bubbles in your chest. You thought you escaped that as a teen.

“No, hush, we are just alike.” Paige refuses it, turning you back towards her, you look back at her with slight surprise. Her pretty, perfect teeth lined up for you in an expression full of feeling like they seemed to be every time you moved your head to look. “You practically melted into me last night. We’re one.” She takes your hand, making you drop your spoon, and places it on her chest. Paige’s grip is tight, desperate for you to get it. To see something.

“Don’t shut me out now.”

“I am not...” You shake away a thought. Paige pulls you into her arms to hold.

“They’ll all see what I see. You’re with me now. They just have to accept it. Accept how amazing you are.” She mostly speaks to herself. Convincing herself. Pulling back, you scan her face. Searching for something. Some doubt, some sign that all of this was an elaborate lie to get in your pants. But she was searching for you too. Searching for you to trust her. To give in, like she had. Paige was generous, confident, free, in more ways than socially and financially. Naive.

“Why? Why make me fit?”

Paige shakes her head.

“You never needed to. It’s perfect. You don’t have to fit into shit. You’re the whole damn picture.” She rambles it out like it’s some amazing realization she’s just made. You sit dumbfounded, never being seen in this light. Never sure someone could be so..passionate about…you.

Paige’s phone is going off. This caller has a personalized alarm on the blonde's phone that sounds like a blaring siren. As if meant to spike anxiety. It makes you sit straight. Yes, it’s Bob.

Even with a phone call, he’s able to knock Paige’s attitude down a dozen pegs. She answers the phone with a ‘Yes?’, looking at you apologetically. You feel your moments with her nearing an end. It’s fine, you tell yourself, you have work anyway.

Of course, after the call, Paige is rushing to get dressed. She had missed yet another meeting or something of importance, but Bob wasn’t as nice this time. You’re halfway hoping he doesn’t think you purposely made Paige skip, you playfully poke fun at her for not telling you she had something important.

“Importance is subjective, it wasn’t as important as being next to you naked.” She grins, you blush and smile back, pinching her cheek. You’re both walking towards the door, Paige pats her pockets frantically for her keys, and you hand her them out of your robe pocket.

“On the floor.” That’s where she had threw them when you’d passionately burst in together the night before.

“You’re an angel.” She kisses you sweetly on the mouth, her toned arms wrapping around your waist one more time, lingering. You push her out the door, not wanting to see her go.

“And you’re late.”

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i am free from writers block expect smthn soonnnnn hehe

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Backwards cap and a low bun. So gay

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just the beginning

2021 ap national player of the year

2021 wooden award winner

2021 naismith trophy winner

3x first team ap all american

3x big east poty

1x big east scholar athlete 🫶🏽

2025 wade trophy winner

2x nancy lieberman pg of the year

3rd most points in uconn history

3rd most points in the ncaa tournament

fastest to 2k in uconn history

finishing off her career in the 50/40/90 club

and now…

a 2025. national. champion.

paige bueckers, y’all. thank you for gracing this game.

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fanfiction truly being the savior for everyones sanity

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chap2 : wager

chap1 here!

frat!old money!paige bueckers x reader AU

˳ ⋅ ⊹ wc: 3k

˚ ⋅ ⊹ cw: swearing, golden retriever x black cat dynamic, kissingggg, daddy issues ( lmk if i miss something. )

˚ ⋅ ⊹(a/n): gonna try to bring the next chapter out quicker since this isn’t as long ty for waiting! :*

YOUR heart is in your throat at the scene. Paige in a stare down with her dad. Guessing from the silence, and thick tension, she was not backing down. Her minions watched in silence by the entrance, even the living room discussion fell quiet, listening in.

“Well don’t be rude, introduce us.” His crossed arms don’t fall, blue gaze averting to you. Paige halfway, pivots in your direction, looking for signs of discomfort that her dad was shamelessly trying to make wash over you. It was working. This was Paige’s ‘punishment’ you supposed. Embarrass you, and shame her. You blink back and forth from the group, to the floor, the only safe space from wealthy eyes at the moment.

“(Y/N). This is my annoying father. Bob,” Paige throws on an obviously exaggerated smile, almost talking through gritted teeth. She turns back to him. “Father, (Y/N), and we were just le-“

“No, please stay. I’d like to hear all about you.” Bob’s mouth is curled up in the corner, even though he obviously wasn’t amazed by you. The scan over your clothes, told you that. Paige’s friends are eager to chip into the conversation, as the tiny brunette speaks up, leaning against the tiled wall.

“Their story is soo, cute Mr. Bueckers,” All 32 of her white teeth are on display, in a Lululemon set, and shoes that look fresh out the box. An awful comparison to you. You start to wonder why you came, half debating sprinting back out the side of the house, and down the street without your shoes. You chew the inside of your cheek relentlessly. Sweat builds in your palm as she continues. “She was super drunk at the bar across town, and Paige went up to her to buy her another drink.”

Your mouth gapes in disbelief. She was blatantly lying, yet you choked on the truth. There was no point of saying anything, Mr. Bueckers wouldn’t believe you. Paige’s head flies in the direction of her, then back to you with a fire in her eyes, nothing but anger and irritation in her voice.

“Oh shut up, Kassie,” She spits out the girls name like it was poison, voice bouncing off the cold floor and walls. Kassie’s face scrunches in hurt, then hatred at you. You’re staring at her mug so hard, you jump when Paige grabs you and pull close. “She had one fucking dri-“

“Watch your mouth,” Bob’s voice is serious now. Pointing at Paige, as a warning. Your hand is getting gripped so tight, you think the blonde might snap it. Her mouth is pressed in a line, with words readily behind it. You were sure they weren’t good. “A bar across town, huh? When did you start hanging out there?” His arms are back folded. Your face is hot, as Paiges holds you captive, wrapping around your waist possessively.

“I’m a grown woman. I can go wherever I want,” She snaps back, Bob lets out a dry laugh shaking his head at her arrogance. “and any of you idiots had issues with it, you could’ve walked home.” She points to the three. The short guy with the mullet rolls his eyes.

“You ditched us for her.” He complains.

“And you were our driver.” The skinny one, a bit taller than Paige, chimes in, to finish the painting of you two as delinquents. They bicker amongst each other, agreeing. Bob’s face is growing red, he keeps his voice collected.

“I see, so are you often drunk at shady bars, (Y/N)?” His head tilts to the side, looking to you for an answer. This sets Paige off. She slams the seltzer cans that she got from the fridge for you both onto the white marble.

“Holy shit, we are out of here.” She almost growls, about to storm off, with you still under her grip. You hold your hand up, and it stops her. Paiges brows stitch together confused, holding her tongue, and letting you speak.

“I-I don’t really..” Nervous laughter sputters out of you as you try to find the words. Not wanting to correct him, or sound too defensive. “I had a long day at work and wanted a drink, that’s all. I wasn’t drunk, I drove myself home.” You push your shoulders back, finally regaining your grip. As you say you weren’t drunk, your eyes cut to Kassie. You can tell, even under the Botox that she was surprised you spoke up. Angry. Paige gives you a tiny grip as reassurance. It makes you even more sure.

Bob strokes his chin, listening thoughtfully. To your relief, he isn’t looking at you like a liar, ruining his child. He looks curious instead. He leans against the counter.

“Kassie, why don’t you and the boys meet with your fathers in the living room,” Bob waves them off, studying you, and his daughter clinging closely. “We’ll join you in a moment.” Kassie scoffs, and storms out, while the two follow behind her snickering. You finally can exhale a bit, as some hostility leaves the room.

“Where do you work?” He asks. You tell him the name of the restaurant and he lights up, a genuine smile from anyone other than Paige comes up, and you realize how similar they look.

“I love that place,” He’s less intimidating now. Paige lets out a tiny laugh in your ear, and a smile tugs on your lips remembering her saying he did. “Are you in school?” Bob goes on.

“I was,” You admit, with a slight sigh. “Taking a small gap year to..take some time off. So I can focus more when I get back.” Bob’s wrinkled eyes squint suspiciously at the mention of the gap year. You hold off telling him you’re attending the same college he’s an alumni for. And you’re hoping Paige doesn’t bring it up.

“Nothing wrong with that,” Says Bob, with a shrug. “As long as you don’t get too relaxed, right?” You nod in agreement. If only he knew, you were far from relaxed. You’re restless. Paige quickly gives you an odd look.

“Enough, dad, really..” Paige groans, starting to walk with you on the opposite side of the island, towards the steps that rotated up the length of the house.

“You’ll be joining us for dinner, Paige? You too (Y/N)?” He turns to you both, eyes studying his daughter with a squint of annoyance. “The chef will be here to start any minute. If you’re going to lead one day, you have to-“

“Yeah, yeah. Network. Whatever, I’ll be down.” She cuts him off, storming up the stairs. Eager to get away, Paige is halfway up already, disappearing behind a corner. You take one last glance at Bob, rubbing stress from the middle of his forehead, expensive button up sleeves rolled to his elbows. When you turn your head, to ensure you don’t miss a step, he calls to you.

“(Y/N),” You twist halfway around, listening for Paige to notice you’re not behind her anymore. His temporary warmth has left again, he’s all business. You think for a moment Paige looking that way. She’d hardly be able to hold it without that goofy smirk. Maybe that’s why Bob was agitated, leaning against his expensive marble cut countertop. “Don’t distract my daughter.”

“Yes sir..” Muffles out of your lips, as you think about what you’ve walked into. You stand there until Bob tilts his head, and dismisses you as well. You wondered why you did it. Respect? When you reach the top of the steps, and Paige is waiting for you, still running off defiance, based off the tension in her features.

“What the hell did he say to you?” It’s a low hiss out of her, as she trails you to her room. You would’ve been able to find it on your own. It’s the only door that isn’t a soulless eggshell white. There’s posters of WNBA players, and a metal ‘KEEPOUT’ sign nailed to the center.

“Nothing...” You shrug it off, walking into her room that smelled of woodsy candles and perfumes, she closes you both in with the scents. Clothes on the floor that were too expensive to be there, more basketball paraphernalia scattered on her navy blue walls, posters of girls from sports illustrated, and a toy hoop hangs on the back of the door. Your eyes can’t stay on one thing too long. From the 77 inch TV mounted, to the unmade king sized bed.

You notice your shoes and Paige’s from earlier, neatly placed by a closed walk in closet. About to ask how they got there, you pivot towards her. She’s face down into the white duvet screaming at the top of her lungs. The cover is so cushiony it absorbs it all. Rolling your eyes, you plop down next to her.

“Don’t tell me I walked into daddy issues.” You tease, rubbing Paige’s back, awkwardly. Comforting people wasn’t always easy for you, yet, this seems to do the trick for the girl. She wraps around your waist, pressing her face against your side.

“I don’t have any issues. He is the one with the issues.” She grits. Your fingers are now intertwined in her strands, it feels natural and right, you think.

“Tell me about it, princess.”

“Don’t call me that,” She warns, but you hear her grin. “Seriously, dude, I hate all this college shit..I can’t wait until he just hands me this stupid company and goes away…”

“Hm, frat doesn’t end there, though,” You hum, staring at a random poster your eyes barely put together. You’re thinking about what Bob asked of you. Then you think of Kassie, hooking arms with Paige nights ago. You weren’t good enough to distract his daughter, is what he meant. He had just been nice about it. “You see your dad and his brothers…”

“Yeah, thanks for reminding me. I’ll be letting Barbie, dumb, and dumber ride off my coattails forever. Go Lions, and all that.” She throws up a sarcastic fist. You both chuckle.

“But, you work so hard to be in a frat, right? The hazing and stuff?” You look down at her, head now resting in your bare lap, still tangled in her hair. Paige can barely breath from how hard she starts wheezing.

“You think that guy let me get hazed? I told you. It’s what Bob wants..” She heaves herself up, you let her, thighs oddly cold without her. Watching Paige grab a palm sized plastic basketball, off a desk with a glowing gaming computer, and three monitors, displaying the same screen. She shoots it into the hoop on her door and makes it, but her shoulders slump in disappointment.

Staring at her, she reminds you of a kid playing alone at recess. Thinking of something consoling to say she brings you out of your mind, now standing over, you on the edge of her bed, that would make anyone feel small.

“Why didn’t you tell my dad about your…problem? You know how many strings he could’ve pulled for you?” Hands are on her hips, one brow drawn upwards. You look up shaking your head at her like it was a no-brainer.

“Why? So I can be a charity case for him to show off at some event of yours?” You scoff, looking out the only window with the curtains pulled back, seeing over the lake. Paige’s thumb caresses your cheek. It’s oddly even more intimate this time. No instinct to coil back. You wonder if she can feel the blood in your cheeks under her thumb.

“You are not a charity case, you’re on a cute girl scholarship.” She has that smugness pulling at her mouth again that makes you have to look away, to hold your firmness. You push back instead of getting defensive.

“Yeah, I’m sure they all think that.”

“End of story, I’m helping you. And we’ll be roommates this fall.” She sighs dreamily. Your features twist like Paige has lost it, but you’re holding back a smile imagining sharing space with her.

“That’s what I mean, you are just like your dad.” You want to slap your hand over your own mouth. Paige drops her warmth from your face, biting her bottom lip. She turns and slowly bends over. Fearing you overstepped you start to stammer out a ‘sorry’. Paige comes back up from the floor with the plastic ball, and your expression drops.

“Yup, super bossy. Now play me, best out of three.” She tosses the ball to you, and both your hands barely catch it. “If I win, I want a kiss.” Another dumb wink.

“Well, that’s not fair, you probably do this all day. Just say you want to kiss me..” You blow air from your mouth, Paige snickers.

“I don’t always make it.” She blushes. “Come on, stand right here.” Like usual, Paige doesn’t wait, she grabs you up and lines you next to her.

Embarrassed when you go to shoot, Paige rushes to adjust your form, and you let her. You take a deep breath, and concentrate, even though you don’t necessarily want to win. You weren’t going down without a fight

Shoot.

Miss.

Paige sucks in her breath, like it pained her to watch, collecting the ball from across the room, and returning beside you. You elbow her. You jokingly tell her to shut up, bumping shoulders playfully.

Even the shoving doesn’t stop Paige from scoring. It was to a bad start. You’re starting to get nervous about the thought of her lips, that’d been calling to you for hours, on yours.

You’re still thinking about the probable taste of her chapstick when it’s time for you to shoot again, and you miss.

“Ugh.” Arms drooping at your sides, ready to give up.

“So you forfeit?” Paige kiddingly gasps, as she gathers the toy again. You’re sitting on her bed yet again, this time laying back, letting it cradle you. It’s almost as if you’re sinking in.

“I mean…Unless you can’t make these two shots?” You roll over to your side to watch her. Paige steps back into position and makes another one, within seconds. You lay again, with your point proven.

The kiss, you thought, was a joke. Paige Bueckers thought it was more than serious. Within seconds of you accepting defeat shes leaning over you, soaking in the feel of you under her fingers. Like she wasn’t wrapped. around your frame earlier, lingering this time. Then her stare meets yours, neither breathing, unable to miss a minute from each other’s eyes.

“Can I..?” For a moment, the nervousness she had at the crummy lounge when you first met is back. Feeling out of air, even though you’ve barely moved, you’re still holding it when you nod and push out a hushed ‘yes’.

Paige is more than happy to indulge. Her mouth is desperate to explore your own, on impact. Like she’s been hungry, starving. Your heads move with each other, Paige relaxes slightly on-top if you. Gripping her back while she digs into your thighs, tongue exploring you for a taste.

There’s a soft wet sound followed, when she pulls away, to move pecks down your jaw. You were wishing Paige betted for more. Still holding her, not sure how you were going to close the door you just opened. You determined her chapstick was cherry flavored.

“You said a kiss..” You tease her.

“These aren’t kisses.” She protests

“They totally are.” You exhale, with a giggle. She’s grinning against your neck now.

“You want me to stop..?” You don’t reply, lolling your head to the side, giving her better access, as an answer instead.

“Cool.” She mumbles, continuing her work.

Her doorknob twists, and the lock stops it from fully turning. Paige lifts her head up, nostrils slightly flared, mouth firm, listening try at the knob. A rap against the metal sign posted outside it comes instead.

“Paige, babe, your dad wants you and your guest downstairs. Now.” It’s Kassie. Even through the thick door you can hear how pissed she is that the it’s locked.

You hate how you feel like you won some sort of secret game, looking back at Paige, from the door, with a hazy smile. She’s staring down at you unamused with the interruption, studying where she embraced you. Another knock.

“She’s not gonna leave until I come out..” Paige’s thumb and index finger pinch her bridge. “I understand if you want to stay in here, I can take you home after?” She gives you an apologetic pout.

“Don’t be stupid, I’m coming with you.” You cup her cheek. The waft of something savory is coming through the vents. “Smells good anyways.” Paige laughs, her face still looking apprehensive about the whole thing.

“Okay, come on, let’s get it over with.” She grunts, getting up, pulling you to your feet after like you hold no weight at all.

“After, you, Princess..” You hold out your elbow for her to loop into. Expecting her to get flustered again, you are instead when she takes your invitation, and kisses you on the top of your hair.

“I’m sorry about this..I know it’s a lot, hopefully you aren’t-“

“Shh..” She actually stops talking this time, running her free fingers through her curls. “Besides, I’m more entertained than scared.”

“Fair point.”

A small impatient fist is banging against the entrance again. You and Paige stare straight into each other.

“Yeah, let’s get our shoes this time.”

chapter 3🦁

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chap1 : sweet talk frat!oldmoney!paige bueckers x reader AU

˳ ⋅ ⊹ wc: 5k (*cries*)

˚ ⋅ ⊹ cw: alcohol (barley), swearing, LOWKEY EMO/LONER READER(i love opposites srry), estranged relationship with parents, golden retriever x black cat dynamic, an au things r diff obviously, the frat is made up lolol and not an established relationship either , lotsa building. angst(?), daddy issues(?). only proofread by me lolllll

˳ ⋅ ⊹ abt: after a long night of serving snobs you try to get a drink and a cute, hyper, frat girl home from college bails you out. now she won’t leave you alone.

˚ ⋅ ⊹(a/n): ty if u waited to read this, n srry if it sucks as always lolol. feel free to still use this idea btw!

ANOTHER exhausting night catering to posh assholes, and their colleagues. Some were easier to service. They screwed their face when you walked up, like you’d been interrupting a conversation, before bluntly repeating their orders, barley slow enough for you to hurriedly jot down.

They don’t thank you when you bring the food, they seldom look at you, like eye contact or a smile costs, and leave a fat tip that was probably change in their pocket.

Other times, it’s almost exactly the same. But, in place of the silence that showed they’re ‘better’, men the age of your parents, slipped a disgusting comment about your figure or an aggressively sexual invitation.

This long in the food industry, you were used to it. A forced laugh usually wards them off, and yet, it makes the evening drag. The 10 hours feels like 20. Your social battery is completely fried by the time you make it to your studio. Usually.

Certain nights, the tips stack so good, you have to reward yourself. This night in particular, you made the rest of your rent, and had fifty dollars extra to spend. Why not get a drink? It had been so long since you had alcohol warming your insides and cheeks. Since you had someone decent looking flirt with you face to face.

Your feet are throbbing after your shift, the money in your pocket keeps you motivated to get at least buzzed.

The bar you choose seems new, at least that’s what it’s listed as, nearby your place. Still cheap, but with a pathetic effort at millennial decorating. You wouldn’t see any of the richies you had to deal with at your job here, sucking their teeth at your chipped nail polish and beaten Vans. Throwing your apron in the backseat, you spray perfume to fight the smell of kitchen on you, and shake your hair free of its tie.

A chimes goes off, as you step inside, the place is almost empty. A middle aged couple play pool in a dim corner, and a few other groups or people spread out, leaving plenty room. Outdated music plays that clashes with the theme, so you get a feeling the decoration is just an effort to keep up with the times. You plop down in a stool at the bar with a grunt, sighing in relief, looking at the menu above, even though you were going to order the last drink you remember.

The bartender is a cute ginger, with freckles dotted on her face and down her arms. She glances over a few times with an apologetic smile, while an inebriated old man talks her ear off. You lift your hand to let her know to take her time, fiddling with a jar of toothpicks in front of you.

The bell echos at the front from behind you, and a rush of obnoxious conversation follows.

It was a warm summer night, and the suburban kids of the wealthy were home from school, but they usually drove through, to the overpriced clubs that suited them. You huffed an annoyed breath, taking a glance behind you. Everyone else’s head swiveled with yours. The children of the wound up business men you’d spent hours tolerating.

“This place stinks, like, actually..” One girl whispered. Two guys beside her laugh like hyenas.

“Yeah, good pick, Bueckers..” Another seethed sarcastically in disgust, with a string of chuckles following.

“Not too bad..” A tall blonde with her hair in a neat low bun pushed through and interjected. That must’ve been Bueckers. She turns to the group and gestures towards the pool table the couple had been playing at. You stared her down in her khaki shorts and pressed, short sleeve polo. Her friends dressed in similar preppy fashion. “Pool table’s cool.”

The couple of boys in outfits similar to hers groaned, moving towards it. The older couple was long gone, seemingly taking the group as a cue to leave. You were taking it as the same, still, you lingered. Your fingers dug into the leather of the back of the chair, looking at the lanky, yet toned, woman established as leader. A shorter girl, with brown hair, in an almost blinding white tennis skirt and jacket set, trailed behind, hooking her arm with Bueckers, as they walked over.

You identified her as the one that commented on the smell, she was right, but you still didn’t like her. A feeling bit at you that you pushed off as irritation, swiveling back around with a closed mouth scowl. The fiery haired bartenders’ kind green eyes met you, raising a brow.

“See someone you know?” She asked while drying a shot glass and setting it back on the rack behind the bar.

“No, thank god,” You joked, another whip of air pushing from your lips, relieving tension. “I’ll take a vodka and sprite, please.” She tilts her head knowingly, and begins to concoct it, while you reach into your pocket to pull out a twenty. Her hair whips back around with the drink and you’ve forgotten about the group. As she sets it down, a frown comes on her face at the sight of the bill. You’re raising your brow now.

“I forgot to tell you, card only, sorry…” The bartender bites her lip nervously, pointing to a sign behind her to back her up. Your shoulders slump, already knowing what your bank account looks like. A pang of disappointment stings your chest but you swallow it, and reach for your card anyways. You don’t know why. You already know it’ll decline. The sprite and vodka bubbles infront of you tauntingly.

“Put it on my tab.” A warm voice speaks up, and you feel a figure take the seat beside you, her long legs not fitting under the bar. They bump your thigh ever so slightly, as she swivels in boredom, facing you. Bueckers from earlier had came up to buy the first round. She shoots you a rosy lipped smirk, her blue eyes searching to meet yours for approval. You look down, putting the money back in your pocket instead, not feeding in. Her bottom lip purses out, brows stitching together so slightly, she probably thought you didn’t see it out the corner of your eye.

She slips a luxury brand wallet out her shorts, still looking at you when her slim fingers drag the thick black AmEx card across the granite bar, thick and shiny. If it wasn’t obvious before, it was now. Bueckers, (Paige Bueckers, as the AmEx said) was trying to show off. Her icy orbs don’t leave you. You sip from the stirring straw as the bartender takes the card away. “Thank you.” You finally say after she leaves.

“No problem, doll face,” Her confident smirk is back as she scans over your work clothes. You’re not insecure, you fear that she’s sizing you up. That she can see the coffee stain at the bottom of your department store t-shirt, and feels oh-so sorry for you. You take a secretly angry sip. “What are you doing here all alone?”

You roll your eyes so hard they might fall out, finally lifting to meet her stare with a reserved expression. It doesn’t deter Paige, it makes her chuckle instead, and for a second you can hear a hint of nervousness.

“Okay, stupid question, sorry..” Her head turns back to the bar with a blush spreading into her round cheeks. For a second, you smile too, feeling something you can’t place, for a stranger making a corny move at you. Probably from the cocktail. You shake your head trying to pull yourself out of it.

“It’s fine, I’m just getting a drink after work..” You answer, although you usually wouldn’t. Something about the way she drank you in, her eyes pleading for approval with her metal rectangle of riches. It wasn’t hungry or cold, it was more like ‘please like me’. You exchange names, even though you already knew hers.

The server is back over, looking at Paige expectantly for her order. She gets a round of beers, turning back to you.

“Well, if you’re not too tired, you should come play me in pool,” Paige plucks up her card, and each Corona set infront of her. Two in each hand, between her fingers, then carefully swiveling around and standing. “I’ll buy you another.” She winks.

You hold her gaze and your breath until she walks away. Tipsy from the sips due to low tolerance, you slump back into the seat.

You had gone back to the pool table, even though her friends made your stomach twist. Their judgmental looks phased into the background as you and Paige played, the 3 watching, talking amongst one another. She had a talent of making it seem like you were alone.

Paige ordered another drink for you as promised, but you both barely drank again after your first, focused on the generic pool table. On the interesting stranger in-front of you.

Paige had politely demonstrated. Guiding your arms with her own, both lurched over the table, her hunched over you. She has to explain something an extra time, when her hips bump into you, and you space out. Once you get the hang of it, you’re ahead by two, determined to get the 8ball first.

Paige threw her head back once she misses a hole again for the same ball. You can’t help but explode in giggles, covering half your face with your palm. Catching you anyway, she grins at you, a twinkle in her eye as she squints.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, gorgeous.”

Her group watches you both banter, the short brunette coiling her face at you in the same way she did when the sticky stench of the bar hit her nose. You shoot an apologetic smile, awkwardly, even though you hadn’t done anything to her.

Paige ends up winning, with your head start, that you start to suspect was on purpose. Halfway expecting her to try to take you home, something heavy sets over you near the end of the night, asking if you wanted to leave with her. She was beautiful, seemed kind, and generous. Why not?

To your disappointment, and mostly curiosity, she gives the back of your hand a firm kiss instead, swapping numbers, wishing you a good night. You find yourselves turning to steal one more glance, walking to your cars, hers sleek and black with an engine the yelled as she veered away with her companions.

It started off with a simple ‘good morning’ and ‘good night’. You had full intentions of brushing her off after the bar. The two of you had shared a moment, that’s all, nothing would come from someone like that and someone like you.

Paige was persistent. She woke up around 2 when you’re enjoying your last hour of freedom before work, with offers to interrupt her precious rest and take you, pick you up, bring you lunch.

“I have to come in early.”

“I have to stay late.”

“I don’t have a lunch.”

You shot her down, only because you knew she wouldn’t be moved. Secretly, you didn’t want her to know where you worked. The mystery, and push of you was better than the reality, you figured. That you were taking an involuntary gap year from your dream school, you were paying out of pocket for. Refusing to take on too much debt, you saved to return. Friends suggested asking your parents, they weren’t offering, so why ask?

Paige was restless to meet again, you could tell from her invitations sprinkled in every conversation, the past few days. Never could you figure she’d show up to your job though.

You’d been thrilled to leave your shift. It wasn’t bad, it was slow, which is somewhat worse. The dark sports car from a few days ago would have been the farthest thing from your mind, if you didn’t see one so similar to it. Parked right next to your old Honda, in the nearly empty lot.

Your steps slowed and you stared, dumbfounded. The windows were tinted an illegal amount. It’s low rumbling is flicked off and exactly who you figure pops out from inside.

“My dad loves this restaurant.” Paige smiles, like you’re casually meeting here. You nod knowingly.

“Why do you know where I work?” A groan escapes you, trying to speak sternly, your small grin betraying you. The blondes smile stays put, tucking a few of loose curls behind her ear. She waits for you to step closer, to the open car door she’s leaning on with her elbows.

“Yeah, well, my friend said he’d seen you, when he was out to eat not too long ago,” She throws a shrug like the next part is the normal thing that anyone does. “You go to work at 3…they close at 11…I just kind of….” As she spoke it out loud, the pink from a few nights ago returned to her face, heavier now.

“That’s super creepy, you know?” You tease her. If she was anyone else. Heat spreads in your cheeks, shifting the weight on your feet, to distract from it. Still, her ego isn’t bruised.

“You don’t think that,” Said with a chuckle, like she knows it for certain. You’re about to shoot a rebuttal about how she’s basically a stalker. She doesn’t stop speaking. “On your next day off. Let me take you out.” Not said in the form of a question.

“Hm…” You hum, putting your finger to your chin. “I am off tomorrow, but I’m sure you knew that too.” Teasing her again.

“Maybe I do.” She throws her shoulder up with a sly expression. You raise a brow at her that she ignores. “We could go play tennis at the club, or I know a few restaurants. Way stricter dress codes than here, though…Do you have tennis skirts? How about heels? You don’t seem like you’d wear either of those. That’s fine, we can go shopping before we go..” Paige is rambling. Your arms slump in disbelief at how fast she’s talking, having a conversation with herself, almost.

“Or even better, we could make a whole day of the shopping. Then we go to dinner. Forget it, let’s just wait and I’ll get us floor seats to th-“

“Okay, wait!” You stop her before she makes up her mind to fly you out of the state. “This is super overwhelming. I will only go on one condition.”

Paige clings to your every word, finally quiet, her face flushed slightly with embarrassment for over talking.

“It has to be something normal. Something even I can afford.” Paige makes a face at you, like what she named off were tame settings for getting to know someone. You rub your tired face, and walk over to your car, the door creaks when you open it.

“Okay, okay!” She rushes over to you, closing it back, “Something normal. I’ll pick you up, and we can do that.” You tilt your head up at her, both of you soaking each other in for a moment.

“Unless, you’re only capable of lovebombing..” You narrow your eyes at her with a smirk. Paige bursts out laughing.

“It’s not lovebombing, if it doesn’t stop, though.” grinning so hard all her teeth are showing, you don’t realize you are too.

“Right.”

You find yourself dreading Paige seeing your unkept apartment building. At around the time she usually is just waking up, she’s parked outside. Paige doesn’t see you walking up, being too busy with texting you she’s outside for the third time in five minutes.

She has no witty line prepared when you slide into the passenger seat, finally not in your work clothes, or makeup hours old. Her mouth is just gaped open like an idiot, she shuts it, when you give her a weird look.

You smelled like a bakery, in shorts and a crop top to accommodate the weather, with no clue where you were going, only that it’s across town, presumably near where she grew up.

“You look really pretty,” the corner of her lip curls up. It feels awkward, you’re still flustered hearing it. Picking at your nails nervously, while your eyes wandered up her to meet her own pair. She was in denim shorts this time, with a plain T-shirt, white and blue Jordan’s. It looked different from how she dressed at the bar with her friends, you felt less underdressed than you thought you would. “Finally get to see you outside of work.” Paige head turns to you every so often, one hand on the wheel, her elbow leaning against the armrest.

“Thank you, you look good too..” You bite your lip, gazing out the window, as she breaks at a red light. Good was just putting it lightly. Two pieces of her hair braided in the front, the rest straightened past her shoulders. Mascara coated her long lashes, and silver jewelry accented her whole body.

It was real silver and diamonds, you guessed, from the way it glimmered against the light. You stare down her arm taking up most of the rest between you. It reaches down, grabbing your hand, locking fingers automatically. Her thumb rubs the back of your palm.

It’s a park that she pulls into the lot of. A ice cream truck is a few spaces down, with families and small children waiting in line. Paige holds her finger up to you, signaling you to wait there. You don’t question it, unbuckling your seatbelt, agreeing to stay put.

You watch her jog up to the back of the line through the rear view, in front of you the vast greenery, sprinkled with jungle gyms, walking trails, and benches. The park near your apartment had grass high up to your knees, this grass looked like it was trimmed daily.

You’re suddenly anxious to get out the car. Paige comes back, this time holding a coned ice cream and some in a Styrofoam cup with a spoon. She opens your door for you, then hands you the cone.

“Thanks.” You lick a side that was melting, and Paige sticks a spoonful in her mouth beaming, with a nod.

Both of you decide to sit down, and enjoy your frozen dairy in silence for a few minutes. Then you smile and speak.

“Not a fan of cones?” You ask her, taking a long lick. She watches your mouth for a second then gently comes back to reality.

“Too messy.” Paige replies, shaking her head like she’s trying to push a thought away.

“Of course, too messy.” A smile is etched into your face the whole time, barley faltering. Paige gets a feeling you’re teasing her.

“Yeah,” She turns towards you, leaning her elbow on the back of the bench. Another scoop is shoved into her mouth before she dramatically adds. “I only get cones when my butler is here to wipe my mouth, duh.” You shove her shoulder gently, both of you erupting into tiny chuckles.

Small talk drives you crazy, but as you do it with Paige, it warms you up. You even find yourself asking questions. She talks about playing basketball as a kid, all the way to high school. Paige mentions how her dad is essentially a business mogul for a marketing company, and expects her to follow suit. She had been doing well so far, amazing grades, joining the same fraternity, like he wanted her to. Omicron Tau Sigma.

Her apprenticeship at the company her father ran with his fraternity brothers started a week ago, and she didn’t seem worried. As she put it, their less than welcoming children that she was forced to acquaint with and host, was work enough. You figured those were the friends at the bar.

“Don’t get me wrong, they’re cool, and I have my moments where I’m worse.”

“Oh I’m sure..” You mumble between laps.

“Watch it.”

Before you know it, it’s your turn. You skip out on a lot of details, telling her a bit of your childhood, that you’re taking a gap year, and aren’t close to your parents. You didn’t have a pre planned multimillion dollar future, that didn’t have to be said.

“I don’t get you.” It’s so sudden, you don’t know how to respond., and you were used to being caught off guard.

“What’s there to get?” Paige nods, like she figured something out. You stare blankly until she further explains.

“You hate people. Or maybe you just seem that way. Either way, you’re closed off,” more vanilla into her mouth, as you’re starting to bite into the waffle cone. “You live alone, no mention of friends—“

“You’re very observant.” You nod thoughtfully.

“You’re very impossible.” Paige mumbles, finishing off her cup, and tossing it in the trash beside the seat.

“I just like being alone, what’s so special about it?” You look off at someone playing with their dog. “It’s the safest place to be. Depending on yourself, the only person who is reliable.” You cringe. It sounded edgy, yet, it was the truth, and you learned it the hard way.

Paige gives her full attention. Her hand crosses on-top of yours. For the first time, she looks sad for you.

“Safe doesn’t mean lonely. And all people aren’t the same.” A quick curl of her lip, lifts and falls from her face. You think about giving her a tough time. Shutting her down. Pushing those thoughts away, you quietly think about what she said, instead. She starts to talk again.

“You can, like…come over. Only if you want…. My place is right on the water.” Paige avoids your eyes, bracing your answer, a coolness to her voice that she seemingly flipped at will.

“Perfect place to throw my remains.” You roll your eyes at her, she wraps a arm around you suddenly, pulling you in.

“Good point.” She huffs, sarcastically, with a stupid grin, resting her chin on the top of your head. You jab her playfully.

You knew exactly the neighborhood she was talking about. With all the mini mansions, and huge pillars near the front doors, turned away from a private lakeshore. You passed it a few times. Your heart thumped thinking about being inside one. One where surely someone from her family would be.

Her rounded puppy eyes, and the look of willingness to follow you everywhere, had you agreeing before you truly scaled out the situation.

The driveway is so long you figured it burns gas just to drive up it. Big to match the massive house sitting beside it. Even her house stood out amongst others, there wasn’t anything traditional or welcoming about it. It was modern and cold, like a display home you didn’t want to mess up.

Paige snaps you out of your daze with the opening of your side. She takes your hand and guides you to the solid white doors. There’s a pin-pad above the silver knob that her fingers type so fast, you’re not sure exactly which number she’s pressing.

You’re staring wide eyed all around, anxiety making your heart drum in your ears. She hasn’t noticed the clamminess in your palm yet, thoughts of pulling it away before you faced whoever was inside stormed your mind. Walking in as friends already raises questions, you could only imagine the drilling questions reserved for Paiges’ partners.

Before you can make up your mind, she’s practically dragging you inside. Paige tosses her socks and shoes, you follow after her. The dark wood is warm under your feet. Heated floors. The interior design is just as minimalist as the outside. A few family portraits, and pictures of Paige at all ages, are blown up larger than you thought they could be, nestled on walls.

One wall, of the living room you get pulled through, to get outside, holds shelves of memorabilia. Framed jackets, paddles, shirts, brooches, several pictures of people in the same colors, trophies all consistent with a theme of gold and navy blue. A golden lion, with luscious mane, in the middle of every piece. You want to slow down and look, maybe even ask questions. You decide to ask when the time is right, considering how annoyed she’d been with explaining it earlier on the bench.

The glass slides open with a whoosh of air. Of course the backyard has been tended to, with lush grass, and intricate stone arrangements around the base of trees. Vibrant flowers are planted in rows around the balcony, between two trees, near the wooden stairs leading to the pier, there’s a hammock, chairs sprawled out nearby.

Walking briskly down the steps, Paige clasps your fingers with her own, guiding you down. She sits with a soft exhale making small waves with her feet in the water. You’re still mesmerized at seeing a lake so clear. You’d never leave this pier if you were her, you tell Paige. She responds with a dry, closed mouth laugh.

“You can have it. And everything that comes with it..” She looks down into the water, or her reflection, you can’t tell. Your eyes don’t leave her, when you sit down on the worn wood. Half your foot is in, and it’s warm, so you drop the other. Her thigh is flush with yours.

“Not having fun in the castle, princess?” You kick the water lightly, sucking in the fresh air deeply. She rests her head on your shoulder, suddenly, making you perk.

“Not really.”

A snarky remark is at the tip of your tongue, so you bite it. How could having everything handed to you, make you sulk in private? You thought, looking at a few fish swimming just below your toes.

“I know what you’re thinking.”

“No you don’t.” You reply quickly, thinking about something else instead just in case.

“Yeah, I do,” Her head lifts up to look at you. There’s a slight hurt behind it.

“Shut up,” You sigh, gently pulling the weight of her head back onto you. “It must be…hard to keep up with.” That’s the only way you can put it, to try and soothe her.

“No, it’s not,” She admits, the sun beating down on the both of you through the leaves of trees overhead. “It’s not like working 40 hours a week, and still barely making it, I know.” Your arm wraps around her.

“Your dad graduated from my dream school,” It blurts out of you like vomit. It was drumming in your mind when you saw a diploma with the signature seal to it, framed alongside the other accomplishments. The words don’t stop. “I’m struggling because, yes the pay sucks, and because I’m saving to go back.” You’re almost gritting your teeth at the confessions. Paige pulls away and you let her.

“Damn. Dream school?….Really?” A silence sets over, you not replying. Paige gets up, standing beside you, wet feet dragging water next to you. She holds her hand out, you look up at her for a moment, her hair reflecting to look gold and white. You finally take it, her pulling you to your feet, and slowly up the steps this time around.

Once you reach the grassy yard, Paige stops dead in her tracks, like a deer, barley breathing out. Your feet start to dry in the blades of grass, by the time Paige speaks. Well, whispers.

“Shit, they’re here..” She’s mumbles under her breath. You’re about to ask who but the hearty laugh of a group of older men comes from the living room. “I forgot that was tonight..” Paige pulls the both of you to the side of the house, by the drive way, your legs barely keep up without a jog. Her fingers tap the pin to a room that’s used for coats, shoes, bags, all amounting to the cost of a small house. Theres three steps up to a black door that Paige opens so slowly, it looks like it pains her. You squeeze her wrist, stopping her.

“What?” She whispers.

“Who are we running from?” You whisper back.

Paige doesn’t respond, letting you hear the chatter of now voices young and old. Then she raises a brow at you, her only answer, twisting back towards the entrance.

“Because of me?” Your voice cracks as you ask. Paige turns around sharply, taking your face in her hands, brows furrowed in seriousness, foreheads nearly pressed together.

“Never. Because. Of you.” Her hushed, stern, tone makes a feeling you don’t recognize in your stomach, flip the desert inside it. “Okay?” This part is soft, and so is her expression. You nod slowly, as if in a trance, not wanting her mouth to move away from yours.

Having to fight back the urge to clash lips, Paige quietly steers you into the kitchen, the door closing behind you with a click.

Her slim shoulders drop, like you’re finally safe, bare sets of damp feet padding to the refrigerator. It’s roomy, and untouched, with the same dark flooring from the living room, where deep voices still laugh and discuss amongst each other loudly. The marble island sits in the middle, between the stove and fridge. A TV is installed outside of the door she digs two seltzers out of.

She gestures for you to follow her. You’re frozen still. Eyes bulging out your skull, social anxiety causing a tremble through you, at the sight of the small group crowding in. It was the other three, one guy shorter, with a mullet, the other taller, skinner than Paige, and of course, the brunette. An evil smirk stretches across her lip fillers, letting you know nothing good will come from this interaction.

It wasn’t them you’d been worried about though, it was the man towering behind Paige, his arms crossed, features scrunched in a frown, similar to Paige’s own. Mr. Bueckers, it has to be.

The way she jumps, when she swivels away from you, makes you think she’s going to drop the cans, instead, she squeezes them until they dent on the sides.

“So nice of you to join us, Paige. With company too?” He lets out a low, unimpressed, whistle.

🦁chapter 2

[niyafics]

rich!frat!gf!paige x reader anyone or do i need to take matters into my own hands,,,..,.

(update: cooked)

[niyafics]

by bangg cherry

[niyafics]

Y’all be saying that she would be mean blah blah blah look at her and tell me she ain’t begging for it

[niyafics]

Strapped up

Sevika x afab!reader / wc: ?

WARNINGS: 18+, smut again, riding, sevika with hexcore strap (i delivered), dom! sevika & switch!reader, BITING, rough rex, mating press, teasing, misspellings?

similar writings | Brothel

also on ao3 (not yet, under doorkiluv)

a/n: sipping on my ginger tea while i wait for yalls reactions, also pls give me feedback (and don’t only just like but also reblog and comment 🫶🏼)

You thought life couldn’t get any better. Standing in the same room with sevika, with whom you shared a special relationship with. You didn’t exactly know what kind of bond you guys had, but it was one filled with pleasure and love. Which brings you back to the current moment on had, sevika leaning against her bed frame. She looked amazing as always with her powerful build as a warm glow soften the edges of her place, which stood at the heart of Zaun. Her eyes followed you, a faint smirk on her lips as she watched you approach, her usual guarded expression giving way to something more inviting, almost hungry.

"Come here," she commanded softly, her voice smooth and warm, a note of challenge woven into her words. As you climbed onto her lap, Sevika's hands settled on your waist, her fingers strong and grounding as she held you close. The slight hum of her hextech prosthetic reminded you of the power she wielded over you. You couldn't help but shiver under her touch as her gaze slowly roamed over you.

As you settled, she adjusted the strap on her hexcore, its soft glow flickering against her skin as she tilted her head, a lazy grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. She looked up at you, her eyes flickering with amusement and something deeper, a silent confidence that made you feel like she knew every reaction she could pull from you before you did. You braced yourself, anticipation thrumming through your veins as her hands tightened on your hips. The strap was long, thick and had glowy blueish veins. Just by looking at it barely inches away made you feel wild, wondering how it the world it would fit.

Sevika guided you down onto her with a firm grip, setting the pace. She filled you slowly, letting you feel every inch of her as she watched your face. The sensation was overwhelming, and you couldn't hold back a moan as you sank down. You could feel the subtle hum of her strap resonate within you. Sevika's smirk widened at your reaction, a faint chuckle escaping her as she took in every flicker of response. "Good," she murmured, her voice low and approving, fingers pressing into your hips to draw you down harder, setting a steady, demanding rhythm. "That's what I like to see... you taking all of it."

Her words made your face flush, and her hands held you tight, grounding you against her hips as she gazed down towards you. The wet, squelching sounds that your folds made filled the room, mingling with your soft moans as she urged you to keep going. Every time you tried to pull back, Sevika's grip would tighten, her gaze holding you in place. “Not so fast," she whispered, a hint of a smirk pulling at her lips. "I'm not done with you yet, we are just starting."

The intensity of her hold and the firmness of her voice left you breathless, and each time you moved, she met your rhythm with an unwavering strength, amplifying the sensations that were already overwhelming. The roughness of her hands against your hips alongside the hum of the hextech strap as she bounced you on her cock, left you trembling as you tried to keep up with her.

"Look at you," Sevika murmured, her voice a mixture of admiration and amusement as she took in your flushed cheeks and parted lips. Her eyes traced over you slowly, savoring every detail as she adjusted her grip. She placed her hands around your waist as she laced her fingers together, guiding you to a deeper angle that made you gasp. "You're something else, aren't you? Never thought you'd be able to handle all of me."

With a firm grip on your waist, Sevika shifted beneath you, her strength effortlessly flipping you over so that you were now pinned beneath her. You felt a thrill at the way she moved confidently. She loomed over you, her eyes gleaming with that familiar intensity, a mixture of dominance and affection in her gaze as she took in your flushed expression.

"You trust me, don't you?" she murmured, her voice a low, tantalizing whisper as her hands found your thighs, pushing them up toward your chest. Her grip was steady, but there was an undeniable gentleness in the way she held you, ensuring you were comfortable even as she positioned you to her liking. You barely managed a nod, but that was enough for her. With a satisfied smirk, Sevika leaned forward, planting a brief, possessive kiss on your lips before she pulled back, her gaze flicking down to where your bodies met. Her strap glowed against your wet folds as she slid it between them, you were so wet that it was completely coated with your arousal.

She shifted her hips, the intensity start to build as she pushed in deeply, her pace starting slow and measured, as if she was trying to savor each thrust. But soon enough, she picked up speed, finding a pace that left you gasping, your hands clutching onto her thick biceps as she began to push into you with a force that sent shivers through you. The bed creaked beneath you, the sound punctuating each movement. However you hardly noticed, too lost in the sensation as she pushed you closer to the edge with each rapid thrust.

As Sevika held your legs pressed up to your chest, driving into you with that unrelenting rhythm, you felt yourself unraveling under her touch. The wet, slick noises filled the room, each thrust punctuated by the steady creaking of the bed. The overwhelming sensations left you clinging to her shoulders, your voice breaking into desperate, pleading gasps. "Sevika, please," you whispered, nearly breathless, your hands gripping her broad shoulders, digging in with every surge of pleasure. "Don't stop... please, just like that... harder."

A wicked smirk crossed her face as she caught the raw desperation in your voice. "So needy," she murmured, her tone thick with satisfaction. "Look at you, begging for more. You want me to ruin you, don't you?" Sevika's hands tightened on your thighs, spreading your thighs further open as she drove into you with powerful thrusts. Her gaze never leaving your face as she took in every reaction, every shiver and gasp.

You nodded, too caught up to feel anything but the sheer need flooding through you. "Yes... please," you gasped, almost incoherent as she picked up the pace, pushing deeper and harder. Your thighs shook under her iron grip, pinned against your chest, each thrust sending a surge of sensation that left you on the edge of surrender.

Driven by the intensity, you instinctively leaned forward and bit down on her shoulder, desperate to ground yourself through the torrent of pleasure. Sevika froze for a heartbeat, her breath catching, and then she let out a deep, approving growl, her gaze dark and delighted as she felt the imprint of your teeth. "Oh, you like it rough, huh?" she murmured, her voice a husky whisper as she gazed down at you. "Good. Hold on tight, then."

Instead of slowing, she surged forward, her pace turning rapid, unyielding, her thrusts deep and forceful, spurred on by the way you clung to her. "Bite me all you want," she encouraged, her voice sultry, almost daring. "I want to hear how much you need this."

"Sevika, please-don't stop," you begged, your voice breaking into soft cries as the bed protested under her relentless rhythm, creaking with each thrust that left you gasping. "I... I need more, please... harder."

She chuckled, her fingers gripping your thighs even tighter, pressing them to your chest as she drove into you with renewed fervor, clearly enjoying every sound that escaped your lips. "Oh, you're not getting off easy," she taunted, her voice rough with pleasure. "I'm not stopping until you're completely spent... until you're begging for mercy."

Each thrust sent shockwaves through your body, drawing helpless cries from your lips that only seemed to spur her on. Her gaze flicked down between you, and a wicked grin crept onto her face as she noticed the slick, glistening mess where you were connected, a white ring forming with each deep push. "Look at this," she murmured, her voice thick with pride. "Look at the mess you're making for me."

Her words sent a shiver through you, heightening the need coursing through your veins, and you clung to her even tighter, breathless, pleading. "Please, Sevika... I can't... I can't take much more."

"There you go," she whispered, her voice a mixture of praise and satisfaction as she watched you unravel beneath her. "Taking my cock so well... just like I knew you would." Her words sent a thrill through you, and you felt yourself clench around her, your breath hitching as she continued to move with unyielding precision. Her pace only grew, each thrust bringing a fresh wave of pleasure that left you breathless, your body arching up into her as you felt the pressure building to an overwhelming peak. She noticed, of course-she noticed everything-and her smirk widened as she leaned down, her mouth brushing against your ear as she murmured, "Relax."

The way she spoke, commanding yet tender, was enough to send you over the edge. You felt yourself shudder beneath her, your release leaving a mess between you both, soaking the sheets and intensifying the slick sounds with each movement. Sevika slowed only slightly, savoring the way you trembled beneath her, her gaze filled with a rare softness as she held you close, letting the softness of the moment sink in.

As the aftermath of the moment settled over you both, Sevika shifted back just enough to look down, a smirk slowly curling at the corners of her mouth. She took in the scene beneath her the sheets soaked and rumpled, your flushed face, and the way your body still trembled slightly from the intensity of it all.

"What a mess," she murmured, a teasing glint in her eyes as she caressed her thumb along your thigh, feeling the warmth that lingered there. "Didn't know you had it in you." Her tone was low, playful, and laced with that familiar, effortless confidence. "You really couldn't hold back, could you?"

"Maybe... maybe I wouldn't have made such a mess if you hadn't been so relentless," you shot back, meeting her gaze with a playful glint of your own, though the flush on your cheeks betrayed just how affected you still were. "Besides... I think you enjoyed it just as much."

Sevika let out a low, approving chuckle, her fingers still lazily tracing over your thigh. "Oh, I enjoyed every second," she replied, leaning down until her lips brushed against the shell of your ear.

"And don't think I didn't notice how you were clinging to me, begging for more." You bit your lip, her words making your heart race again. "You're the one who kept pushing me. I... I could barely keep up," you admitted, voice soft yet tinged with playful defiance. "You make it impossible to resist."

Sevika's smirk deepened, her thumb stroking along your jawline as she took in every detail of your expression. “Good," she teased. "I want you like this-completely undone, messy, all because of me."

You shivered under her gaze, but you found yourself smiling, a bit of daring creeping into your voice. "Then maybe... next time, you should try to keep up with me."

Her brows lifted, clearly intrigued by the challenge, and her smirk softened into something warmer, more intimate. "Oh, I'm looking forward to it."

to be continued…

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[niyafics]

ᯓᡣ𐭩better every time˖ ݁𖥔

paige x reader (18+)

𐙚 part 1🐈‍⬛

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ wc : 2.5k

𖥔 ݁˖ cw : SMUT, first person p.o.v, petplay ahhh, the word sl*t, swearing, all that great stuff

˖ ݁𖥔 summary : a package arrives from paige, what could it be?

˖ ݁ a/n : hii srry if this sucks i haven’t written smut in years. not rlly edited.

p.b

did you get my gift,kitten?

me

yes, but i haven’t opened it

this kitten thing is just forever now huh :/

p.b

lol open the box and you tell me

We hadn’t seen each other in a week now, and even our last time was brief. Practice, games, school preoccupied all Paiges’ time, and I was getting swamped with work and my demanding minimum wage job. Still managing to slip a suggestive message or picture in between.

We had responsibilities. It was best for it to stay that way. For me to stay busy. That time apart would help me ground myself from getting completely enthralled in the tall girls icey eyes.

I felt embarrassingly moody last month when we didn’t meet up for a week opposed to our normal 2-4 times throughout it. Which in truthfulness, was too often. A few times us not having the sex our relationship was supposed to be exclusive to.

Like when she invited me over her place to watch the worst movies we could find on Netflix, intertwined lazily on her couch until I had to go to work.

Staring sleepily at the ceiling in the dark talking to each other about anything. Everything. Until one of our tired states doesn’t let us respond anymore.

Or when she’d pleaded to come over after a long practice, showering and plopping into my bed like it was hers. I had been the big spoon, combing my hands through her hair that was still damp, until she fell asleep. This one happened more than once.

I sat up on my elbow and watched her breathe slowly, my arm wrapped around her waist from behind, thinking how she was so effortlessly cute, and sexy.How she smelled good. How she blurted out my name without me giving it to her, our first night together.

I still haven’t gathered the courage to ask how she knew it.

“God, (y/n), you’re even prettier up close...”

It rolled out like she moaned it a million times.

By now, she probably has.

I wondered, if our meeting was such a coincidence after all.

My theory made me feel full of myself. How could have Paige known me? No mutual friends, and mine sure as hell wouldn’t have forgotten to tell me Paige Bueckers asked about me. We had no classes. Paige was a year ahead of me. Sure, I seen her on campus. She never seen me. Had she? I’d have to ask if I wanted to know.

Regardless of why we saw each other, we were getting dangerously closer than usual fuck-buddies. Pushing past the boundaries of friends with benefits. The special time together, the vulnerability.

Especially now, with her sending me stuff. First, it was [your fav flower] which I offhandedly mentioned I liked. We hadn’t talked in days and then, there was a delivery guy holding them in a vase of my favorite color outside my door.

She was thinking of me. couldn’t she just text it? No, this was way more sentimental than a text. It was meant to leave me thinking about her even more than I was. To show me she was thinking of me. It wasn’t just store bought, she had to have gotten it from a florist.

I almost knocked her over the next time i saw her, saying it was the sweetest thing anyone had done for me, because it was. Paige held me while I gushed, swaying me slightly, with a smirk that read I successfully stroked her ego.

“A good way to say ‘thank you’ is for you to let me between those pretty thighs, kitty.” A chuckle escaped as she said it, though she was serious, she lets me know this with a firm grip behind me. That damn nickname. Whenever I wasn’t completely under her spell, I felt almost embarrassed hearing her say it. Responding to it. Then wasn’t one of those times. I was on my back with her perfect mouth wet from me in minutes.

p.b

omg y/n

p.b

open it alreadyyy

My phone snapped me out of my thoughts. I shuffled to my kitchen counter to open the package waiting for me. I took a picture of me from above so the box was also in frame. Smiling to myself before I hit send, knowing the sight of me in her hoodie with nothing but panties she couldn’t see underneath would drive her crazy.

me

[image]

patienceee, i’m about to rn

p.b

[hearted an attachment]

oh yea? i’ll teach u alllll abt patience ;p

Blush crept to my cheeks with a grin I couldn’t help, while I wondered what she meant.

I tore the tape down the middle and the box opened slightly on its own before I peeled both tabs back all the way. My mouth slowly falling and flustered giggles erupting from me.

It was a pink collar with a silver bell hanging from it. Next to it was a shiny chain leash, with a handle to match waiting to be attached.

me

ohmygoodness

p.b

:) yeahhhh???

p.b

you like it or you luv it ??

me

you’re insane

p.b

insanely attracted to you. yes.

p.b

now be a goodgirl & put the collar on, i’ll be there to hook the leash to it later <3

She was coming tonight? I felt nervous as if I hadn’t been on my knees for her a few nights ago, congratulating her on a win. I looked closely at what I was getting myself into.

That tingling feeling came while I went lifted it near my neck.

This girl was awakening things in me.

I’m up to the door in seconds when I hear a knock against it. It’s in a goofy rhythm, so I know exactly who it is. My hands go to fix my hair even though whatever condition it’s in is going to be gone in a minute anyway. I open it a little, then step away, and Paige happily invites herself the rest of the way in.

“My kitty.” Her pink lips give me a smile that’s so warm I feel it. That could be something else. She’s in sweatpants, air forces that always seemed to look new, and another graphic hoodie I’m eager to collect. I’m in the skimpiest nightgown I could find, with the collar snug around my neck.

She opens her arms beckoning me to hug her, it’s tight and I melt in, getting a whiff of her shampoo, her laundry detergent. Paige pulls me back and runs her hands to my butt while she takes my appearance in.

I know she’s pleased from the way she licks her top lip slightly, while her slim fingers slip underneath the fabric that stopped at the beginning of my thighs.

“Look at you, such an obedient sweetheart for me, aren’t you, mamas?” Her voice hums in my ear. “So gorgeous. I knew it’d be perfect on you.” I’m pulled into a deep kiss that makes a thick smack when we pull away, I can’t help but whimper. She goes at the crook of my neck, which is her favorite place when we see each other. Well, one of them.

Paige leaves hickies on me that I stopped bothering to cover up since the second time she proved she couldn’t help herself. I remember her telling me how it turns her on knowing I walked around with her love bites all over me. The way she knows my friends will ask, and I’ll just blush in response.

Pulling away like it pains her to, she admires her work. Her muscular body pressed against me still.

“Missed you so bad..” She says in an innocent tone, flicking the bell on my neck and mouth curling into a mischievous expression when it rings back in response. “Where’s the leash, hm?”

“Bedroom.” I tilt my head towards its direction. Blood starting to rush thinking of which scenario in my head was about to happen next. I knew she’d surprise me anyway. She grabs my hand and gently guides me there, and I follow, unapologetically looking at her with needy eyes.

As soon as we walk in it’s like a switch flips in Paige. Pushing me onto the bed, her lashes low, and her ponytail falling over her shoulder as she stares down at me, eyes full of lust, and ideas. Both her hands hold my face then they move down my neck to my shoulders, so she can push the straps to the gown away. Her mouth is on mine again as she slides it down, beyond ready to feel what’s underneath.

Traveling down my neck again with her lips that seem to get softer every-time I feel them, but this time she stops and pays special attention to my nipples that are already hard from her touch and the air. When she’s not sucking, running her tongue over, and slightly biting one, she’s fondling the other gently. Moaning even as she’s doing that, and my body is practically calling for her knowing she’s just as wet as I am right now. I can’t take the teasing anymore. I need her.

“Paige..” I drag her name out with a soft whine. “I..” Stopping because she knows what it is. Her clothed body is pressing against my heat, I roll my hips so she feels it. That’s the only way she snaps out of her trance with my breasts, she gives me a mocking pout.

“Aw, what, kitty?” Her full bottom lip pokes out, but the smile she fights back still curls in the corner. “hmm? tell me, ma..”

“Fuck me,” I breathe. Her smile is full fledged now. But she waits for more. “Ugh, please, baby..I need you..” my body loved the way she forced words out of me. If she opened my legs right now the teasing wouldn’t stop, it’d just move to how wet I am.

She doesn’t open them. Paige gets up and grabs the leash from my dresser, before returning back to standing over me, legs pressed tightly together on the bed, dress down my chest nearly off.

“Turn around.” Paige says. Not asking. More than happily, I sit up. Before I can turn over she flips me herself by my hips. I let out a gasp, it turns grows into a giggle that doesn’t hide how much that turned me on. Turning to look at her, my hands and knees on the mattress, batting my lashes, my back arching. From how she mumbled profanities, as she crawled near me, my taunting did what it was supposed to.

Her fingers go in my hair to pull it to the side, and the other hand loops the collar to the leash with a satisfying click. I start to squirm.

“Too cute...” She slides the dress further down my legs, I’m basically naked, getting unreasonably flustered at her staring at my wet slit. I hear an amused grin in her voice. “Don’t you dare move.” Paige mumbles. I feel a tug on the collar, the bell chimes, a moan hums in my mouth. My eyes closing, immersing into her taking care of me.

I hear her start to slide her clothes off, them dropping to the floor. Then she’s back hovering over me, and her ifinger slides down me slowly. I can’t help but let my head lower down, Paige grabs the leash up.

“Noo, I wanna hear you kitty…” She coos, leaning down near my ear. The leash making me arch until I see her face, upside down, eyes still visible against the darkness. She slides her index inside of me, I sharply inhale, and breathe out a low moan.

More are pounded out of me as she adds another digit into where I’m now practically drooling from, twisting and curling them, trying to coax my orgasm out of me. Paige stares down at me, entertained, her mouth slightly open while she works inside me. Fingers so close to her lap she’s moving her hips and hand, bouncing me up and down off them, with the help of the leash.

My eyes are hitting the back of my head, I have to concentrate to focus back in on her gaze. Her expression making my sounds of pleasure louder, closer together. I hear her grunts in her throat each time my ass hits her hips, coming down on her hand.

A knot ties tight inside me. It’s about to snap. Paige doesn’t lighten up on the leash or her strokes. The collar chokes me, and instead of complaining, I wish she’d pull tighter.

“You’re such a slut..gripping me like this…” She huffs. Her fingers rub profusely on my G spot. “About to cum, hm kitten?” Paige breathes out with a small chuckle, leaning down to kiss my back, sweat on her upper lip.

I yelp in response, barley able to grip the covers anymore, reaching back to put my hand on her hip, it makes her add another.

“P-paige, I love-“ I force myself to stop and squeal instead.

“I know, baby. Me too.” She grunts lowly back. My head is spinning, even though we probably thought the sentence ended in different ways.

My legs start trembling as a wave relief and instant exhaustion ripple through me. I feel myself go limp, the third finger sending me over the edge.

Paige lets me face plant into the duvet, letting go of the leash, cold metal hitting my sweaty back. We’re both panting, I hear Paige’s stop in between while she’s licking herself clean of me. She rubs my back with her free hand, an exhausted satisfied laugh comes from behind me. I can’t see but, I just know a smug look is plastered.

Rolling over to look at her, and she’s undoing her hair tie with the expression I predicted, blonde strands falling down her back, studying my flushed face. She was still naked, which makes me giddy for some reason, knowing she used to rush to throw her clothes back on.

“Come here..” I lazily wave her over. This time she does what I say. I think about saying it to tease her, but she looks so cute when she crawls on top of my chest and looks up to me, doe eyed, I kiss her forehead instead.

“It was good?” Paige asks soft, seeking reassurance, like I’m not still feeling the after effects of her hands on me. I stroke her hair tenderly, getting turned on by her warm body pressed against mine, her face on my chest.

“Great. Amazing.” I chirp back with confidence. “It gets better every time.”

“Really? I dunno if I believe that…” A toothy grin stretches on her face instead. “I guess we’ll have to go again to test it out..” she shrugs, watching me as she glided her palm up my stomach to my chest again.

I nod eagerly in agreement. I had something to ask her. I can’t remember what.

niyafics©️

[niyafics]

🐈‍⬛ ⊹“ 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐫 for me ”₊˚✧ﾟ⋆

paige bueckers x reader

—⋆𐙚₊˚ wc : 1.6k

⋆₊˚ cw : fluff, first person p.o.v, implied sex, petname: kitten/kitty, alcohol, both intoxicated

⋆₊˚ summary : you’ve been sleeping with a popular athlete at your college, reminiscing on the first time you hooked up; drunk, during a halloween party.

⋆₊˚ a/n: debating a part two of this, as well as other fics if writers block doesn’t curse me again :3 we’ll see!

SOMETIMES, I wondered if I should tell my friends I’m banging Paige Bueckers.

There’s no way in hell they’d believe me at first. That one of the star athletes on our campus was moaning my name, with her long, blonde, silky hair slipping through my fingers since late October, almost two months now.

I think that’s what I liked about it, besides the fact that her mouth was amazing for various reasons, and she was stupidly beautiful, it was our secret, and only ours. We were so far apart from each other socially, it would leave our closest relationships wondering how.

Crossing paths with her on campus became a thrill. We’d exchange a hungry, affectionate, stare. A knowing smirk. My tongue gliding over my lip like I can taste her again.

I remember the sloppy intoxicated kisses we shared in a messy frat house bathroom Halloween night.

She had a Scream mask on, black jeans, a fitted T-shirt. I was Catwoman. Mask over my eyes when she burst in and caught me hunched over the sink with my eyes clutched close, to keep the room from spinning.

“Oh shit, my bad,” She erupted in chuckles, slurring words, shutting the door behind her like it wasn’t a half bathroom, and I wasn’t a stranger. “Sorry, I’m soo fucked up right now, and — geez..” She slipped the mask off, slicking back her already perfect bun instinctively. I watched her from the mirror, my nausea slowly settling. She stands over me from behind fiddling on her phone,

Towering me, her body heat close to my back. From the look of her frustrated expression, it’s dead. “Do you have an iPhone charger?” Her drunkness dragging out the question, blue eyes squinted, and darting around for somewhere to plug it into.

“I-uh..yeah..let me just..” I reached into my purse I almost forgot was under my arm, starting to dig. Paige is leaning over my shoulder. I feel her watching my every move, when a mix of fruity alcohol and her perfume hit my nose. That’s when the realization sinks in. That it was Paige fucking Bueckers. The girl I recently liked a thirsty TikTok edit of on my for you page...

To think I almost didn’t go out tonight.

I finally find it, looking up in the mirror slightly extending my arm back to offer Paige the cord, my heart beat starting to speed up as I get dizzy with confusing tipsy thoughts. Still behind, maybe even closer, staring at me with sleepy, low eyes and a curled smirk on her rosy lips. Our eyes lock. I almost forget where I am. I’m turning from bubbly drunk into a nervous one.

Paige is still full of liquid courage as she leans one hand on the counter in front of me. Her chest is almost on my back.

“You’re a really pretty kitty, you know that?” She coos it in my ear, observing me head to waist in the reflection. I could melt into a puddle right now. A big, gay, puddle.

“Meow for me? Or..do I have to pet you for that?” She hiccups a laugh. Tingles are sent through my whole body as I hang onto every word.

Kitty..

I need another shot. I need her to take this stupid charger. I’m hot everywhere, my pulse is thumping in a few places.

“Oh, sweet!” She snaps me out of my daze, grabbing for the charger clutched so tight it leaves a small indent when I let her take it from me. “Thanks. I’m totally smashed and I am not walking home..” She grumbles. Slamming down the toilet lid, next to the sink to sit on, plugging her phone by the sink.

“We can’t just stay in here forever, you know?” I complain, but I don’t really mind. I just don’t want to embarrass myself infront of her, or fall for her flirting.

She’s known for breaking hearts too.

“Just a few minutes, kitty, I promise.” She pouts, closing her hands together, batting full, mascara covered lashes. I roll my eyes, irritated by how cute she is, and fold my arms. “Pleasseeee.”

“Fine, fine,” I give in, turning my back to the counter and leaning on it. “Only until it turns on and you get your ride or whatever.” She grins because she won. That smile was like magic. I try to focus on the door to stop myself from staring at her. From thinking about how much it gives me butterflies when she calls me Kitty.

“Well..” She sets her phone down and stands back up, infront of me now, as soon as she does from how confined it is. “You might as well get comfortable.” her slim, tone, shoulders shrug.

I raise a brow at her, not sure what to expect, shes buzzed, unpredictable. I’m also buzzed, and oblivious. Paige reaches for my mask pulling it up until it slides down the back of my hair. She’s looking at me, but focused, tongue on her top lip. I stare back even though something starts to make me anxious from doing so.

I feel a little self conscious, so my gaze averts away out habit. She draws me in with her thumb and index finger gently guiding my chin forcing my view to her.

Those pools of clear water she calls eyes, and I was drowning in anticipation.

“That was really nice of you,” She whispers, alcohol and mint gum on her breath. “I think a thank you is in order...what do you think?” She’s staring at my mouth plain as day. I can’t help but look at hers. We’re pressed together tightly against the sink, faces inches away, but she waits for my response. I lick my lipstick & liner, anxious for her embrace to destroy my work.

“How?” I ask, but I know. And she knows I do, when she smirks, gently diving her head down to mine. I close my eyes waiting for her soft lips to meet me. I gasp when they hit my throat instead.

sucking,

licking

kissing. My mouth is forming a soft O before I can even scold her about marks.

How hammered could I be to let a hot inebriated girl attack the crook of my neck in a bathroom that wasn’t mine?

But she wasn’t just some girl.

She was the one who’s back I burned holes into with my eyes when I ended up behind her walking to another building on campus, or at the cafeteria while she loudly entertained her friends with jokes. Wondering what she was really like outside of the interviews I watched, and other peoples experiences. Never thinking I’d have a shot.

‘Well, here it is.’ a voice in my head whispered. my consciousness.

Swoosh.

My body relaxed under her touch as eager hands gripped my waist, pulling me in, working down my chest, stopping at the black bodysuits zipper. Paige pulled me back giving me a woozy smile, I open my eyes to see why she stopped, ready to protest. For a second she seems like she’s needy for this.

“God, (y/n),” She groans. “You’re even prettier up close...” She takes me in, eyes slightly wild. I shake my head a little with a laugh, confused but beyond aroused hearing my name come out.

“How do you know my-” Her mouth shuts me up, I immediately melt in, my knees weaken. Paige props her leg between them and holds me up. I nibble on her plump lower lip and she moans, That sets her off. They get messy, more tongue, with sounds of pleasure. I don’t mind finding out a little later.

Seriously, how did she know that?

I whine when she pulls away again. Her mouth and the surrounding area is smudged a deep scarlet. I look back at the mirror briefly, of course, we’re twinning, with small love bites on the side of my neck, trailing. Her slender fingers toying with my zipper. The suit fit my chest tightly and she was entranced to say the least. Touching the metal so gently like it’d fly down at any moment.

“What do I have to do to get this off of you, kitty?” She grumbles, gripping dangerously close to my ass, planting pecks all over me, I can’t help but dreamily sigh. She’s good at basketball and kissing. Noted. I needed to find out her other talents.

“Take me home.” I said confidently. At least, some part of one of the 4Lokos I drank said it for me. Normal me would never have the guts. Her eyes slightly widened with shock, excitement, or both. She snatches up her phone and my charger out the wall, clamoring to order us the closest ride to her place, her hips still pinned against me, knee between my thighs. I know she felt warmth building there.

A ride matches almost immediately, because of the holiday. We reach for our masks, ready to bail our friend groups, my mind already making up a fake assignment I forgot about that I had to rush to.

I go to put mine on after wiping red off my chin, and Paige stops me, grabbing my wrist.

“One more kiss?” I give it to her, and the last look I get before the Scream mask is back on is a horny one, lower lip under her front teeth.

Her arm worms around my hip before we sneak through the empty backyard down the block a little to meet the driver. Her legs long and I’m still fuzzy, she has to slow down, so she isn’t dragging me. We’re giggling and talking about ugly decorations on other lawns before the ride stops and she opens the door for me. As I’m walking up she whispers to me, and it’s almost inaudible, from the mask, to how low she says it. Hand cupping my ass to guide me in.

“You don’t have to meow,” I can hear the smirk smeared on her face. “I’ll just make you purr for me.”

She shuts the door. Paige squeezes one of my thighs the whole way there, while I squeeze them both together.

🪽part 2 (18+)*:・ﾟ

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[niyafics]

p being an annoying talkative fuck during sex LOL

TALKING TOO MUCH ━━ paige bueckers x reader

☆ ━ summary: paige is too damn talkative during sex

☆ ━ word count: 1.8K

☆ ━ warnings: smut!!!!!!! (strap, r receiving) just porn absolutely no plot

☆ ━ links: my masterlist

☆ ━ author’s note: i wrote this in like 10 minutes sorry if it’s shit lol

AS THE ROOM grows hotter with each passing second, the dim lighting casting long, intimate shadows across the bed, Paige’s body moves in time with yours, your breaths mingling. The weight of Paige against you, the rhythm of her hips, the heat building between you—it’s all you can focus on at first. Paige’s slow, steady thrusts drive you closer and closer to that precipice, each motion precise, purposeful.

But then Paige starts talking.

At first, it isn’t too much—just small murmurs of praise, things like “you feel so good” or “God, I love you.” Words that you’d usually melt over, but tonight, Paige isn’t stopping. Her words come faster, more incessant, and you find yourself struggling to focus. Paige’s voice, usually low and breathless and sinful, fills the space between you, but it’s becoming more of distraction than an enhancement.

“You like that?” Paige asks, her voice breathy but insistent, leaning down to kiss the edge of your jaw between words. “Fuck, mama, you’ve never looked hotter. Seriously. Look so good under me like this. Love seein’ it. D’you want it slower or—?”

“Paige…” Your breath hitches, not from the pleasure but from the interruption. You can feel Paige’s body continuing to move against yours, her strap going in and out of you, but the steady flow of words keep pulling your attention away from the sensation.

Paige presses her lips to your ear, her voice softer now, but still just as persistent. “I just—you’re so perfect, baby. So perfect for me. Can you feel how deep—?”

You let out a soft, exasperated noise, your head tipping back against the pillow as you try to regain your focus, the pleasure that’s been building actually starting to ebb away as Paige keeps on fucking yapping.

Genuinely, you wonder if she has ADHD or something.

“Paige…” you whisper again, a little more firmly this time, trying to guide the blonde back to the moment, back to the your bodies move so perfectly together.

But Paige doesn’t seem to notice. “I—fuck—I love how you feel, ma. It’s just—God, it’s so good, yeah? You’re incredible. Fucking incredible, baby. I could do this all fuckin’ night, seriously, just—”

You can’t take it anymore.

With a quick motion, you reach up and press a hand to Paige’s lips, your fingers gently silencing her mid-sentence. Her eyes widen slightly in surprise, her body stilling for just a moment as she looks down at you, confused.

“Shh,” you murmur, slow but firm, your eyes locking onto Paige’s with an almost amused frustration. Your lips quirk upwards slightly. “Baby, you’re talking too much.”

Paige’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, her lips still caught beneath your hand, but there’s a playful gleam in her eyes, as if she didn’t even realize what she’s been doing.

You don’t give her a chance to respond—or to start talking again. Instead, you pull her face down toward yours, capturing Paige’s lips in a kiss that’s anything but gentle. It’s deep, slow, and you pour everything you have into it, hoping to redirect Paige’s energy. Your hand slides from the blonde’s lips to the back of her neck, pulling her even closer, deepening the kiss until all you can feel is Paige—her warmth, her breath, the soft moan that escapes her as your tongue slips into her mouth.

Paige seems to get the message.

Her body starts moving again, her hips resuming their slow, deliberate rhythm, but this time, her words are replaced by soft, breathy sounds, the two of you finally beginning to sync. The tension returns, the heat between you rising again, and your focus narrows back to the feeling of Paige moving inside you, the way your bodies are pressed so tightly together, every inch of your skin tingling from the closeness.

Paige pulls back from the kiss just slightly, her lips hovering over yours as she whispers, “Sorry.” Her breath is warm against your mouth, but this time, there’s no rush to speak, just the soft murmur of apology, followed by another kiss, slower, deeper.

You smile against her lips, your frustration melting away as the familiar heat builds within your stomach. You pull Paige closer, your hips moving in perfect sync with here, no more words, no more interruptions. Just the steady rise and fall of breaths, the press of the strap within you, the warmth of Paige’s skin against yours.

This is what you needed tonight—quiet, intimate, just the two of you lost in the moment together. Paige, finally quiet, lets her body do the talking, her movements speaking louder than any words could. Every thrust is slow but purposeful, every kiss a promise, and you feel yourself sinking deeper into the sensation, your body trembling as Paige brings you closer and closer to the edge.

“Better?” Paige whispers after a long moment, her voice softer now, almost teasing as she pulls back just enough to catch your gaze.

You let out a breathless laugh, nodding as you tighten your grip on Paige’s shoulders, pulling her back down for another kiss, unable to form words through the gaze of pleasure building.

The blonde’s hips begin to pick up their pace, the rhythm of her thrusts growing faster and deeper. Your breath quickens, chest rising and falling in fast, shallow breaths. One of your hands falls from Paige’s shoulder to the mattress, your fingers digging into the sheets, gripping tightly.

“Fuck, P,” you gasp out, squeezing your eyes shut. You feel her pinch your hip a little, and it makes your gaze flutter back, locking onto hers, and she’s got this look in her eye that has your nails curling into her shoulder harshly.

Your breath catches as Paige’s next thrust hits deeper, the sound squelching, meeting that perfect spot right inside you. “Mm, so good,” you murmur to her, hand moving from her shoulder to her hair, tugging slightly. “Feels so good… keep doin’ that.”

Paige’s lips brush against your neck, her breath hot against your skin as she kisses her way down the curve of your throat. The soft, wet press of Paige’s mouth against your pulse makes your heart race even faster, the heat in your belly growing more intense with every second. You throw your head back slightly, hair splayed out across the pillow, as a soft moan escapes your lips.

“Yes, like that,” you gasp, body arching up against Paige’s. “Fuck.”

Paige pulls back just enough to look down at you, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. Her eyes glint with amusement and something darker, more teasing. She’s covered in sweat, and she gleams all fucking over. “Who’s the talkative one now, huh?” she whispers, voice low and goading.

Your head snaps forward, eyes narrowing as you shoot Paige a look that’s equal parts frustration and desire. “Shut up,” you whine, the words laced with a mix of need and exasperation. But they’re barely out of your mouth before Paige’s hips move again thrusting hard, and you let out a louder, desperate moan.

Paige’s smirk only deepen, and she doesn’t slow down, doesn’t ease up. She thrusts agin, then again, her damned purple strap hitting that same perfect spot inside you with precision, over and fucking over. Your entire body tenses, your fingers clawing at the sheets as you let out another sharp cry of pleasure.

“God, right there,” you whimper, voice shaking. “Please, P, don’t stop.”

Paige’s lips find your neck again, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear, sending shivers down your spine. She thrusts harder now, her body pressing you deeper into the mattress with each movement, her breath coming in hot, ragged gasps against your skin.

You can feel the tension building within you, your muscles tightening, your breath growing more erratic as Paige continues to slam her hips into yours, unrelenting, perfect. The pleasure could tighter and tighter in your abdomen, ready to snap at any second.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Your voice is barely more than a breathy whimper now, your hips lifting to meet Paige’s every movement, chasing that overwhelming, all-consuming release that’s just out of reach.

Paige pulls away just enough to look right in your eyes, her breath heavy, chest heaving, her lips swollen from the kisses. She rolls her hips again, watching your face contort in pleasure, your body trembling beneath her. A little noise escapes the back of her throat at the wet sound of her strap deep within your pussy.

“You close?” she asks roughly.

You can only nod, your mouth falling open in a soundless moan as Paige hits that spot again, harder this time, sending a shockwave through your entire body.

“Shit, ma,” Paige groans, her words returning as your climax approaches—she always talks the most when you’re about to cum. Her hand holds your hip down as her movements speed up, and the sound of her skin slapping against yours, the squelching of your soaking cunt—it’s overwhelming. “Listen to that. Tellin’ me to be quiet when that pussy screamin’ for me. Screamin’ for my dick. C’mon, now, baby.”

It’s true. The noises resounding from your lower half are loud and you’d probably be embarrassed if you weren’t so fucked out. And it only gets more obscene when her fingers find your clit, rubbing it in quick, sure circles.

“Cum for me, mama,” Paige murmurs, voice soft but commanding as she leans down to kiss your parted lips. “Cum all fuckin’ over me. Needa feel that sweet shit.”

That’s all it takes. Your body arches up off the bed, your back bowing as the pleasure finally snaps, sending you spiraling into a release so intense it leaves you shaking. Your nails dig into the back of Paige’s neck, tugging at her hair, eyes squeezing shut as wave after wave of euphoria washes over you, your entire body trembling beneath Paige’s.

She doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down riding out your orgasm with steady, deep thrusts, her mouth pressed to your neck, whispering praises against your skin.

When the last of the tremors finally subsides, you collapse back against the pillows, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. Paige slows her movements, pulling out gently before rolling onto her side next to you. She slips out of the strap before propping herself up on an elbow as she looks down at you, a soft, smug smile playing at the edges of her lips.

“You good?” she asks tenderly, trailing her fingers soothingly along your arm.

You nod, still trying to calm your breathing, your body feeling deliciously spent. You turn your head to meet Paige’s gaze, lips curling into a lazy, satisfied smile.

“Yeah… just… shut up next time,” you tease, your voice breathy but full of warmth.

Paige chuckles softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, her fingers brushing lightly through your damp hair. “I’ll try,” she whispers against your skin, lips lingering.

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close to you ─── paige bueckers

summary; you want to be as close to paige as possible

word count; 300

kenzie’s notes; wrote this today and wasn’t gonna post it but man united just beat city 2-1 and celtic beat rangers in pens to win the sports cup so it has put me in a fantastic mood today

you have been scrolling through tiktok for hours when you stumbled across this tiktok about sitting on your partner’s lap to see how they would react.

you slightly smiled at those tiktoks. paige has been ignoring you for the past hour because she was too busy streaming fortnight, but you respect her privacy as she does yours.

you slowly walked towards your shared bedroom where paige was, bringing your phone with you. knocking at the door before you realize that it was in fact, unlocked. paige was focused on her game, back facing the door. she has a headset on so she probably doesn't know that you were there.

"fuck, how did that even happen?'" she groaned into her mic, you assumed she was talking to one of her teammates.

you slowly placed the phone on top of the drawers and pressed the record button.

"hi babe," she says, finally looking up at you, "are you on live?" you mouthed, "nope," she shakes her head, you took one of her hands, moving it away from the controller before sitting on her lap, resting your chin on her shoulders, you let go of her hands before wrapping your arms around her body, hugging her tightly.

almost instanly, you felt her arms around your body tightly. "you okay, baby?" she asked, a little confused about your little burst of affection.

“yeah, i just wanna be close to you, that’s all.” you spoke softly into her neck, “feels like i’ve barely seen you today.”

she took her headset off and put her controller down, before she scooped you closer to her, kissing you on your forehead, “sorry, i know i said that i wouldn’t be long, but you know what kk is like.”

“it’s okay, i ended up finishing that book, y’know that one that i started reading months ago now.”

“that’s good, i’m glad.” she smiled, “i love you.” she states, making your heart skip a beat.

“i love you too, p.”

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⛄️first snow. [billie eilish x fem!reader]

wc: 1.6k

summary: (y/n) and billie have been dating since spring and have their first snowfall together! [established relationship.]

cw: use of feminine petnames.

i wake up to billie not at my side. the print of where she slept that night, and many nights by now, was dented into my bed, her body heat barley there. she’d been gone for awhile. i turned my head and squinted against the loudness of the bright powdery scene illuminating the inside of my room through the window.

it had snowed a good 8-9 inches last night, leaving a thin layer of white on everything outside it had touched. my bedroom window showed off it’s cold windy view. what a good start to late November. the air from outside pushed at my window pane, i could almost feel the coolness in my room. my black out curtains were drawn back, not how i sleep so i knew my lover had been here too. i imagined her pulling back the curtains through my heavy sleep, being excited and thrilled at the snow, being originally from California, only seeing it once and awhile during family holidays.

i felt myself almost lightly jog across the wood paneled floor, giddily grinning to tell my girlfriend news she obviously observed herself that morning. it was like a fun game to see where she was first; the kitchen making cereal, all she knew how to for breakfast, in the bathroom humming melodically in the shower or splayed across the couch in the living room, waiting for me to meet her.

finding her in the kitchen made me smile. her hoodie went down to her bare mid-thighs, so she wouldn’t be walking around completely naked although i constantly tell her i would never mind. dropping two spoons into individual coffee cups on the counter, she then turned to face me holding them.

“i made hot coco, princess.” a full grin, displaying her perfect row of teeth. i giggled as i took the mug and brought up to my face to feel the hot steam cascade over it. the smell of chocolate whispered into my nose. i closed my eyes and hummed audibly. it was way too hot to drink but it felt good in my hands. billie sipped hers and pretended like it wasn’t burning from being fresh out the microwave.

emotions started to flow ontop of me. i started thinking about how i was in my kitchen with my girlfriend who had prepared me hot cocoa first thing in the morning; it was like a hallmark movie. it made my heart feel warm, i felt like kissing her and wrapping her in my arms, which i knew she wouldn’t mind, but i settled for a kiss on her forehead instead. she looked at me like she doesn’t know what it’s for. as if she’s not the best girlfriend in the world right now. she blows before she sips this time. stealing quick glances over to me to see if i’m drinking mine.

“do you wanna go outside?” i say with a wince, the warm drink stinging against my lips from my cautious sip. her blue eyes lit up and widened. she set her cup down practically skipping to my room to throw on clothes from her overnight bag. i guess it was a yes. i opened the curtains wider in the living room as if to see if the weather had infected every part of my apartment complex, and sure enough it had.

pictures of me and billie we had took on polaroid cameras, and our phones were taped in a heart shape over my old but welcoming couch. i scanned our collection of photo booth strips from the mall with pure adoration. i had no right to be feeling like i was falling in love all over again. we had already done so much together, even though we started dating in april. it was our first snow together and all i could do was thinking about seeing something i’d seen a million times with my favorite person for the first time.

she came out the room with a black beanie, layered sweatpants and beaten down sneakers . her hoodie had been finally concocted into an outfit after she’d been wearing it without anything since she had came over in grey sweatpants that obviously had been turned into shorts through scissors. she playfully threw her fists to her hips, a nod of her head said she was ready. i tried to hurry and get dressed, just leggings, a shirt, boots and my fuzzy winter coat. she dragged her feet against the hardwood, to the front door welcome mat. we held hands of matching nail polish while we giggled excitedly downstairs to our cold endeavor.

as soon as we got outside, the wind brushed against my face, eliminating what little body heat i had left. strings billies’ grey hair flied against the wind. she squinted her ice blue eyes to try to battle the air, her hand still tightly in mine, the only warmth besides the inside of our coats. she walked with me down the small makeshift path previous footsteps had made. the wind wasn’t bad when you got used to it. billie paused us to throw snow into the air and let it land overtop of our heads. clumps of snowflakes fell into her lashes.

as it fell down and was pushed by gusts of air, she grabbed me and pulled me in close by the waist. i gasped before letting out a laugh. she smiled at me, her eyes low and droopy.

“i must say madam,” she brushed my hair from my face. “the snow irradiates your skin.” she had thrown on the dumb old british accent to be flirtatious. i rolled my eyes with a grin that was hurting my cheeks from staying put so long. i couldn’t help it, even her stupidest jokes stroked happiness in me. she hugged me close and i pulled her in tighter like she might run away. like if i pulled her closer we’d melt into each-other and become one.

“when i was a kid,” she spoke, reaching down and a groan to scoop a wad of snow in her small hands. “my brother and i used to eat snow.” i listened intently, a feeling of nostalgia washing over me as she’d talked, even though i personally hadn’t gotten to eat things from outside with a sibling, she looked so happy when she talked about her brother and her childhood, it made me happy too. “never the yellow snow through.”she cringed and shuddered as if she’d seen it happen to a close friend of hers.

“whattt, no lemon flavor?” i joked, she laughed from her stomach and brought the snow to her mouth to bite. i watched her and could almost feel how cold her mouth got from how big of a piece she had eaten. she let it melt in her mouth a little before chewing and it dissipating.

“natures finest.” she put a new scoop of snow in her hand to hand to me. i put my coat sleeve over my palm to mock a glove and took it. inspecting it, feeling how heavy it was, essentially a snowball. “try it.” she watched me with puppy eyes of adoration. i licked it, then bit. curse my sucky enamel because the bottom of my teeth feeling the temperature sent a sharp shiver down my spine. i shuddered and got another bite because it wasn’t bad.

“water in a different form, amazing.” i was being sarcastic but i also was sincere. i enjoyed sharing this moment with her. “would be a shame if someone..” i weighed how heavy the ball of snow was in my hand. slowly shaping it into a ball and taking looks at billie with a evil grin. she shook her head rapidly.

“no way dude!” she stepped back putting her hands up, already on the defense. she dipped down slightly to grab her own powdery ammunition. “(y/n), don’t you dare.” her chucks slid across the snow packed ground. my mischievous expression only grew wider.

“what is it, baby? i’m not doing anything.” feening innocence. she keeps the snow in her palm for protection even though her palm is turning red and numb from the cold. i put the formed snowball in my covered hand behind my back for insurance as-well.

it felt almost like a old western-movie-show-down. i felt my heart beat with anticipation. who was gonna get the balls to throw first?not me, i don’t wanna be asking for it. billie had played outside way more than me as a kid. even if it wasn’t in snow, she just didn’t go down without a fight. i loved her competitiveness.

apparently, i had been asking for it. she threw her snowball down and i slowly brought my hand up, but before i know it she tackles me into the snow. i yelp and land on my back with her ontop of me, my hands instinctively going to lay on her thighs. she sits ontop of me with a smirk that’s up to no good.

“you thought i would give you the chance, (l/n?)” she shook her head with a snicker, waving her index finger from left to right. “tsk tsk.”

“you letting me over? wouldn’t dream of it o’connell.” i felt my lower pant leg begin to get wet so i left both of them up behind her. it brings her closer to me she leans against them like they’re the back of a chair. she beamed. the snow looking amazing against her skin and full pink lips. the black of her lashes looking even more dramatic with all the polarizing white around. “i don’t know whether to sneak attack or kiss you right now.” i thanked god for my coat protecting my head against the wet snowfield.

she crossed her arms. “you do not wanna have that fight, miss.” as if picking for me she learned down and kissed me, laying her full weight on top of me. i wrapped my arms around her waist and embraced her like it was my last. we laid in the snow for an extra five minutes locking lips like some cheesy movie. 8months with her only eternity to go.

[niyafics]

— ❝𝗟𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝗥𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗸 🌀 [𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗘𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿]

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: y/n has a closeted crush on billie who she only sees at 3rd period. she doesn’t understand why she likes her the way she does. billie is popular, confident, and out, and finally is able to get her alone.

𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄: first; lowercase intended.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1,213

𝘆/𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗿 𝟭𝟴

(𝗮/𝗻: this is really just fluff and like slow starting romance so 𝗹𝗺𝗸 𝗶𝗳 𝗶 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗽𝘁.𝟮!)

i was the last one to get out of the shower, cowering my insecure body into the corner of steam and dirty water running down rusted drains. my hair was in a bun to decrease the chance of it getting wet and it being that way for the rest of school since we were only in 3rd period.

i waited until senior year to sign up for gym and they threw it in last minute to fill some holes in my schedule. oddly, i wasn’t the only senior girl they did that to, 14 other girls my age were in this class with me.

we had played dodgeball, but nobody was truly interested with hurting each other, well expect Billie and her friends.

Billie O’Connell was popular, i wasn’t. she hung out with mostly boys, rarely wore clothes that fit her body, and was outgoing and loud. she was everything i wasn’t. oh, and she loved dodgeball.

i had ducked and moved away from her sharp throws for the most part until i turned my back to check my phone for the time, sweat trickling down my temple. a sharp pain and blunt object hit me between the shoulders. i was throwing my head around and shoving my phone back in my pocket fearing it was my teacher, but it was better, it was no one but the popular girl i had been almost comparing to and sizing up inside my head earlier, and all semester.

i began to blush and stand there dumbfounded. she looked at me and smiled her hair thrown into a ponytail lazily. she mouthed a ‘sorry’ before another girl pointed at me from her team telling me i’m out (like i didn’t know). i sat down on the bench and snuck glances at billie playing, she blinked between looks back at me.

i grabbed my towel and dirty gym clothes, wrapping the towel around me and stuffing the clothes into a ball in my hand to shuffle over to my locker quickly. the whole time thinking about her full pale blue eyes looking back at me, the way they looked great against her light complexion, even though i had only seen her sweaty and with her t-shirt stuck to her skin.

her friends were all rounded in one corner, getting dressed, reading texts, and talking to each other loudly, she stood between them all at her own locker, (blue lock on it, how cute) drying herself off. slowly. so slowly her friend Grace, who had been at her hip every 3rd period, made a comment and nudged her.

“dude, come on, the bell rings in like 2 minutes.”

“so pushy, grace,” she playfully pouted, “i’ll just meet you outside, we’re chill.” a warm laugh came out of her, and it felt like it almost went into me, because now i was warm and wanted to laugh too.

i stood rummaging in my locker, grouping together my school clothes to put back on. i closed my eyes when i dropped my towel. it was cringe worthy having to be naked in front of other girls like this, but i just dried myself quickly.

billies friends rushed out, promising to meet her when she got to the lunch room. she waved them off.

it cleared almost dramatically fast, now we stood with our naked backs to each other, i was pulling up my pants when she turned around.

“hello.” her voice was smooth against the echos. she sounded soft and patient. heat rushed to my cheeks. i peaked my head over my shoulder to respond.

RING. Lunch time.

“hi…” i laughed to relieve tension in myself. i let my hair down from my bun when i turned away from her. i still felt her eyes burning into me.

she sat on the bench which was a little more closer to me. my body tensed.

“your hair is so pretty, by the way.” i could hear the smile in her voice as i slipped on my sports bra.

i felt myself grab it when she said this, like i was checking to see if it was my hair she was talking about.

i turned around full body and there she was. her drooped eyes following me. i smiled at her to relieve more. like each smile would make me more and more comfortable.

her black sports bra fit her tightly, and i needed to stop looking at her chest before she noticed. her white basketball shorts hung low against her boxers, letting the label peak through. she only had to throw her shirt on and she could meet with her friends before the bell rang, but she waited. was she waiting for me?

“thank you.” i dropped my shirt and she swiped it up before i could even bend down. fucked. billie teased me and shook it through the air.

“your eyes like to wander huh?” another warm laugh that warmed me up too. her voice was a fireplace on a cold day. her teeth were white, lush against her pink full lips. “well, do you like what you see?” she posed, flexing her arms playfully.

i was sure my face was burning as i crossed my arms.

“i have no idea what you’re talking about.” my lip pinched between my front teeth. “come on, i need that back, it’s time for lunch.” nervous giggles. i wanted to reach for it but i knew my chest would be exposed.

“you know you’re really good at dodgeball, i couldn’t even hit you when i tried.” so i wasn’t being the most narcissistic person ever, they were directed towards me. she unbundled my shirt to see what it said, she studied it. it was a Trippie Redd shirt my dad had gotten working on his tour once. it just said 1400 in the thrasher font.

“nice,” she nodded impressed pushing her bottom lip up to show her surprise. “i like trippie t-” i snatched it away from her as she looked back down at it. throwing it on faster than i took it off.

“too..” she dropped her shoulders, smirking at me. “you’re fast.” i playfully took a bow.

grabbing my backpack from my locker and slinging it over my shoulder. her giggles echoed throughout the locker room. she thought i was the funniest person ever apparently, her cheeks flushed with pink.

“let’s see that speed tomorrow (y/n), it’s me and you.” she winked, putting on her shirt and shoes quickly as she talked, as if she was now concerned with her important meet up with her friends. i was stunned at her even knowing my name. i felt like a stalker for not thinking she would.

“y-you, i-, yeah..” she was already out the door, sneaking looks at me standing dumbly again. she had caught me twice now like a deer in headlights.

“eilish vs (l/n), you better sleep up, loser.” she smiled at me before she slipped down to go walking down the hall.

i felt heat go to my ears. it was as if around her i was having an allergic reaction or something.

i went to sleep that night, and dreamed i was laying in the thick blue ocean on my back, with the sun on my face.