#paige bueckers x oc

[lettersofalover]

-> kiss me quick | blurb

paige b. x famous!fem!reader | for @euphternal

genre: fluff

summary: the hard launch of your relationship happens courtside at a nba game because the camera man won’t give up

the camera followed you. from the moment you sat down he was finding angles and sneaky ways to cut to you each timeout or commercial break. you played into it because it was the new normal for your life. with your dads recent acquisition of an nba and wnba team, all eyes were on your family. the media speculated endlessly about your dad, his previous experience, his hockey playing son and you, a model and brand ambassador for multiple luxury brands. you worked alongside you dad in the office with designing the teams public image and crafting more life and energy into the game. the future of quality basketball meant a unforgettable fan experience. you, your friends, and your brothers’ friends always sat front row. you were a loud mouth heckler and famously known for it. there was a video of you that circulated where you told off the referee while simultaneously giving the bird to devin booker after he played dirty.

it was all in good fun, devin would dm you after the game, asking to take you out but you declined - he was 1/2 your type. he was an athletic professional basketball player but he fell short in the most important area. you liked your basketball players to be women, tall and blonde, with a heart of gold. someone who was unapologetic about their loyalty. and that someone, your girlfriend, was paige bueckers.

she was late to the game and when she finally slid into the seat next to you, she held a shirley temple in her hand and a massive smile on her face. she leaned into your ear to say hi and offered you a sip of her drink - she held the straw for you and you took a long swig of the alcoholic drink that she so desperately loved. you couldn’t help but agree that it was delicious. paige leaned back into the seat and placed her arm on the back of your chair, immediately asking about the game. her infamous leg spread made you smile - she looked really fucking good tonight.

“how does dad feel about it?” paige questioned about the teams sudden lackluster performance. paige loved your dad and he loved her right back. he was skeptical of her at first - he assumed she was cozying up to you so that she would get a guaranteed spot on a wnba team. but the more she came around it was clear she loved you and soon, she was family.

“he’s pissed. there’s some disconnect between the coaches and the players and they don’t want to talk through it.” you admitted. paige shook her head in disbelief.

“what are these plays? the guys are reading right through them.” she sighed as the opposing team possessed the ball. the suns executed a perfect counter play to control the ball and lob it to their own player, who dunked and swung on the rim for good measure. he stuck his tongue out in a celebratory fashion and pointed at you - a friendly jab but it didn’t stop the irritation from growing.

the buzzer echoed through the arena and a commercial break ensued and you turned to paige to give her your undivided attention. it had been while since you had seen her last. you crossed your legs and she placed her hand on your knee, listening closely as you tried to talk over the mc announcing a kiss cam. it was in the back of your mind as you talked to her about the meeting you had with your dad but the music overpowered you. suddenly, the crowd whooped and cheered and paige snatched her hand from your leg. you looked up at the jumbotron where the camera man had you promptly placed in a heart with your brothers friend, who sat to the left of you. the both of you laughed and your brothers friend fiend heartbreak as you denied him a kiss.the camera moved on to someone else, thankfully.

the camera bounced between couples, old and young, and you smiled at how interactive the crowd was tonight. even in the midst of one of the worst days of the season, the fans were happy to participate. the crowd grew louder and this time, the camera man settled on paige and your brother who sat to the right of her. he fell over in laughter and she immediately began signaling “no” with her hand swiping back and forth in front of her face. your brother was cackling, pushing her arm playfully and she turned as red as a tomato.

“oh my god they aren’t giving up tonight.” you laughed and your brother said, “i bet yall are next.”

“no shot.” “hell no.” you and paige spoke simultaneously. the camera panned to another couple who seemed to be wearing matching uconn shirts and paige cheered along with the crowd. the buzzer rang again, signaling the end of the break.

“see, i told you that they wouldn’t come back.” you replied but you spoke too soon. the kiss cam was focused squarely on you and paige. the two of you placed on each side of a heart in the jumbotron and to make matters worse the crowd began to chant, “kiss kiss kiss” over and over.

paige looked to you and you looked at her, both of you bursting into laughter. she took the comfortable, easy route, and placed a kiss on your cheek and much to your surprise, the crowd booed and paige threw her hands in the air.

“should we?” she asked as the crowd began chanting “kiss kiss kiss” again, this time louder than the last. you shrugged your shoulders with a smile and bit the inside of your lip and nodded at your girlfriend, who took you face in her hand. she held your jaw sweetly and kissed you. the sound of the crowd was deafening and your heart was beating faster than you knew it could. sneakily, paige wrapped her hand around your neck and pulled you in closer which made you giggle against her lips. you knew it would go viral as soon as the internet got ahold of it. it was an unserious kiss but a kiss nonetheless and you knew that people were shocked to see it. you pulled away from her and waved at the camera before hiding your face in your hands. paige leaned back in her seat once more, a smirk spread across her face.

the crowd was satisfied with the results of their chanting and finally getting you two to kiss. it wasn’t a secret but you kept it private - until now, when you made out with your girlfriend on national television. where there was no back tracking. paige’s phone immediately started to flood with notifications of what just happened, people even sent pictures of the kiss.

“i cannot believe we did that.” you said, “i can’t believe you did that.” you teased. she pulled her phone out and scrolled through the comments flooding her instagram page.

“look,” she pointed at the comments.

user1: always knew she was for the girls but did she have to take my girl smh

user2: paige you didn’t have to break up with me this way

user3: i would die for your gf actually

[euphternal]

no thought behind that big old basketball court forehead of hers 😭😭😭😭😭

[sunkissed-zegras]

I’m just saying…. headcannons for paige with a bestfriend to partner who’s an introvert.

And I mean those introverts who seem quiet but the moment they get comfortable around you it’s over, but like only they get to see that side.

Paige seems like an extrovert that adopts introverts, like just imagine her having to drag her partner out of their room all the time cuz they’re a damn hermit.

-🐹

─ warnings | mention of drinking, teasing, fluff, nothin' else?

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honestly, you are so right in that assumption

she definitely gets closer with more introverted people, bc opposites DO really attract

when you guys first met it was your freshman year at uconn, at first you'd probably think she's WAY too much ─ maybe even cocky LOL (but who can blame her she's the best)

but when you spend more one on one time with her, you realize she's really funny and sweet

because you're so quiet, paige would be naturally drawn to you cus she gets to know you

so she just pesters you until you eventually give in and hang out with her

from that point on, the one is never seen without the other

you guys would always be together

but like... usually, you're just WITH paige so people don't really acknowledge you cus you're so quiet

but then paige would like force you to socialize

"this is y/n, i promise she's fun you just gotta put a little liquor in her-" "PAIGE."

she would push you toward her close friends the most, def like ice, azzi, nika and kk

ESPECIALLY kk!

and then you eventually would get really close with them, you all have your cute little friend group

you and ice would make fun of paige and kk together, you and azzi are kinda similar so you find yourself hanging out with her alone a lot more, and nika would force you out your shell a lot too

after a couple months of being friends, paige would definitely find herself catching feels

like i've said in my other headcanons, she just thinks you're such a big source of comfort for her and it slowly just becomes full-on adoration cus

she adores you

and you compliment her personality so well she is just like "i NEED to have her right now"

she ends up confessing one night after a really terrible game and then y'all kiss ...

and the rest is history 🤗🤗🤗

jk here's some relationship headcanons

again, you are so right nonnie

like i mentioned, one is never seen without the other

so you're always tied at the hip, especially at parties

at first she has to force you

like FULL force

she calls backup ofc ice and kk come and then its 3 vs 1

they end up winning

and this happens time and time again, you just get so worn down you'd rather just endure the damn party then listen to all three of them scream at you

which was the goal 🥰

and you're definitely the sober one 95% of the time so you will be taking care of a very drunk paige

(maybe some separate headcanons for her if yall want)

and sometimes even ice/kk but it's mostly just your girlfriend

anyway, yeah you take her home, take of her and then get her into bed

and when you try to leave she will be so dramatic, she forces you to stay with her

you don't mind cus you love cuddly paige

but the 5% when you're the one who's blackout drunk, paige is gonna take such good care of you

because you're so introverted when you're sober, you're probably gonna be such a rowdy drunk

yes im her shes me

so paige makes sure you don't get into trouble and gets you home safe and sound

but if you do something stupid, she will never ever let you live it down

"remember that time you jumped into the pool and-" "SHUT THE FUCK UP"

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[munsonsfairy]

🍒🐦‍🔥 LICK ME LIKE A LOLLIPOP • PAIGE B.

warnings: fem reader, dom paige, strap on, paige receiving, clit play, fingering, 69, no description of reader but has hair to grab on to, lollipop is immortal, praise, aftercare

to everyone in the room you were just eating a lollipop, but paige knew what you were doing. the way your lips puckered and licked the cherry candy made her think of the night before when you were on your knees in front of her.

“aww, look how pretty you look with my cock in your mouth,” paige had a handful of your hair and fucked into your throat.

“fuck, rub your clit for me baby.” your body shivers just thinking about doing it again tonight.

at first you were not trying to give her a show until you noticed her staring at your lips. her licking and biting her lip made you want to see how far you could go until she broke.

you could feel her eyes on you the entire night. the silent eye contact had you squeezing your thighs. you could see the effect you had on paige but she was not breaking.

when the current song ended, you put your lips around the lollipop and moaned loud enough that paige could only hear you.

“keep playing your little game and see how far it gets you,” paige whispered against your neck then kissed leaving you wanting more.

she had you sitting on your knees in front of her. she sat with her manspreading with her cock out of her pants.

the lollipop you once used to tease her with was in her mouth. paige leaned towards you to put her thumb in your mouth. you closed your lips around her and sucked while looking into her blue eyes.

“fuck, i don’t even need to ask you to do something. gonna show me what you were doing earlier?”

you nodded and swirled your tongue around her thumb. “let me see that tongue, ma.” paige slapped the tip of her cock on your tongue. your lips wrapped around the head of her strap to tease her. she smirked and licked her lips watching the show you were putting on for her. you relaxed your jaw and slowly pushed your head down.

her fingers tangled the back of your hair and slowly fucked up into your throat. she lets out a breath when she sees her cock fill your mouth. you look up and see her eyes dark filled with pleasure.

you gag around her cock making tears fall down your cheeks. “don’t cry you’ll only make it harder to stop, baby.”

you rubbed your thighs trying to release some pleasure from your clit. seeing her head thrown back with her hair a mess made you whimper around her cock.

“look at you so desperate. play with yourself, baby. want you to cum with me.” you pushed your panties to the slide and started rubbing your swollen clit. the pleasure plus paige rocking her hips into your mouth made you so dizzy.

she hissed and stopped, “sit on my face, i need that pussy in my mouth.”

you slipped your panties off and hovered over paige’s mouth. she slapped your ass and wrapped her arms around your legs to bring you right on her mouth.

“suck on this too, doll,” you suck the cherry red candy before her strap goes back into your mouth.

with every grunt that came out of her lips almost sent you over the edge. “just like that, baby. let me use that mouth, fuck.”

you rolled your hips on her tongue hitting your clit on the right spot. you felt yourself getting closer when paige used her tongue to fuck your hole.

her hands tightened around your thighs letting you know she was close too. her hips quickened making you gag around her cock. “are you close, baby?”

you could only nod and hum with your mouth full of her. paige used her thumb to rub your clit and her tongue to tease your hole.

“fuck, baby doing so good for me. gonna let me cum in that pretty mouth? i know you’ve been wanting all night.”

paige’s words and tongue make you whimper around her and send you over the edge. it doesn’t take her long to follow. she uses one had to keep your head down on her cock while she rides out her orgasm.

once she released your head, she tapped your thigh signaling to get off. you sigh as soon as your body hits the bed. “you did so good, doll,” paige kisses your forehead and lips with a soft smile. her blue eyes filled with love.

her praise always made your cheeks heat up. “how are you feeling?”

“fuuuuuck! i’m feeling so good baby,” she nestled into your neck and kissed up to your jaw to your lips.

she sees the lollipop in your hand still, “and for this, we’re going to need to by some more so i can see your pretty lips around it.”

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more than that

pairing: paige bueckers x oc word count: 9.6k c/w: sexual content, language synopsis: paige and laila have been friends (or more) for quite a while. but friends with benefits can become much more than that. a/n: had this little puppy in the archives, and someone sent me an ask saying it's their birthday. figured i haven't put out something of this length in a while! want to preface this by saying i'm aware ivy's don't give athletic scholarships. also that paige is a little insane and a lot stupid. anyway, since it's the off season and we won't get basketball for a while, just trying to keep everyone fed. :)

“Five.”

“No.”

“Okay, ten.”

“Still no.”

“Fifteen?”

“Paige, what makes you think that going any higher is going to make me want to take you up on this bet?”

Paige wrinkles her nose, then shrugs. “Bro, I just have a feeling you’re very, very wrong.” I roll my eyes at her. “When have I ever been wrong?” I ask. It’s a reasonable question, with a very obvious answer. She points at me accusingly. “You got a 98 on your calculus test. You were wrong then.” I scoff. “Well, I’m not wrong this time. Coach Auriemma will one hundred percent not let me onto the bus for an away game.”

Paige pouts. She’s dressed in full Husky gear today, a gray hoodie thrown over a pair of sweats. Her hair is tied back in a bun, but the two front strands dangle in front of her clear, blue eyes. She’s seated next to me in the booth at a local diner, and I have a full view of her side profile; sharp jaw, upturned nose, high cheekbones, perpetual smirk. “It couldn’t hurt to try…” she mumbles, reaching for her milkshake. 

I hold my hands up in defeat. I’m currently visiting Paige, and her, myself, and Azzi came out for a quick bite after practice. “Do whatever you want, Paige,” I sigh. She kicks me under the table. “You’re a bad sport. And if you’re so sure he won’t let you, then take me up on the bet.” Azzi groans and drops her head to her hands. “You two fight more than Paige and I do. Honestly, Paige, you need to quit forcing Laila up to Storrs for visits just so you can annoy her.” 

Paige frowns at Azzi. “I don’t annoy Laila,” she protests, draping an arm around me and pulling me into her side. She smells clean, like soap and shampoo. “Yes, you do,” Azzi and I respond automatically in unison. “Well, I don’t know why you want to act like you’re not annoying. You do annoying stuff,” she tells me indignantly. I raise an eyebrow at her. “Like what?” I demand. 

“Well, first off, you kick in your sleep,” she starts. My eyes widen. “Bitch!” I gasp. “You hog the blanket,” I counter quickly. She snorts. “That’s because you sleep in a ball.” I smack her side, inching out from under her arm. “I do not! I sleep like a normal person,” I protest. She settles her arm back around me and drags me back into her side, smirking at me. “Of course you do, Laila,” she says patronizingly. 

“Anyways,” she says, turning to Azzi. “I’m not forcing Laila to come up here. She’s grown. She chooses to come visit me, even though I apparently ‘annoy’ her.” She jabs a finger into my side, and I push at hers. “Whatever. New Haven’s just boring,” I snipe. “Nah, I think you’re secretly in love with me,” Paige teases. I pull a face at her, but my face still grows warm and my stomach still twists.

The truth is, Paige isn’t too off base. The two of us have known each other forever, since high school. She played basketball for Hopkins, and I played volleyball for Wayzata. We’d met at our school rivalry game, and she’d pretended to hit on me off a team dare. The rest was history. 

“... honestly, she should just transfer at this point,” Paige is saying matter-of-factly. I gape at her. “What, to UConn?” Azzi makes a similar face. “From Yale?” she demands. “From Yale?” Paige mimics her. “Yes, from Yale.” I drop my head to Paige’s shoulder, pulling out my phone. “Peace and love, babes, I’m not transferring out of Yale,” I tell her. She snatches my phone out of my hands. 

“Who you texting?” she teases. “My friends, bro,” I snatch it back from her. She rubs her fingers along my shoulder soothingly, trying to catch a glimpse of my face. “Why your friends got you smiling like that, huh?” 

“Paige, quit looking at my phone,” I mumble absentmindedly, grinning at a TikTok my teammates sent me. “Paige, quit looking at my phone,” she mimics again. Azzi throws a fry at her. 

“Why not? You could come play volleyball here,” Paige complains. I shoot Azzi a look, like, ‘really?’ Azzi sighs. “I’m gonna get more ketchup. You deal with her,” she tells me. Paige glares at her. “I don’t need to be dealt with,” she says indignantly. “Anyway, you should transfer,” she continues, taking my phone away again. I sigh, looking up to meet her clear, blue eyes. “Are we actually having this discussion?” I ask tiredly. She looks appalled. “Yes, bro,” she says, as though it’s obvious. 

“Paigey, why on Earth would I transfer from Yale?” She gives me another ‘duh’ look. “We have volleyball here, too,” she says. I blink. I always forget that Paige is this huge, superstar athlete, and that her sport will be her career. “Okay, but volleyball isn’t my future,” I remind her gently. “It’s just something that’s putting me through school. You know that.” Paige wrinkles her nose. “I always forget about law school.”

I laugh lightly. “I really wish I had that luxury.” Paige turns to look down at me, eyes roving my face, before she tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, her fingers nimble. “I miss you, though.” My heart stutters. Just friends, just friends, just friends.

The truth is, I haven’t been ‘just friends’ with Paige Bueckers in a long time. We met when we were about fourteen years old, and we got close super fast. A little too close. She was my first kiss. Well, we’d done a little more than kiss. But we were young and stupid, and we didn’t realize it was perfectly normal to like other girls. We hadn’t spoken of it since.

That wasn’t to say that I hadn’t thought about it. Of course I had. Every girl or guy I’d ever dated, I’d compared them to her. His hands didn’t feel as good on me as Paige’s did. She didn’t kiss like Paige. He didn’t sound like Paige, she didn’t feel like Paige. It was a vicious cycle. It took me a long time to admit that maybe, just maybe, I didn’t want anyone who wasn’t Paige. 

I inch out from under her arm slowly, ignoring the flash of hurt across her face. Thankfully, Azzi comes back before I have to respond to what Paige said. “Is she done?” she asks me. I groan. “Is she ever?”

_________

“He said yes?” I ask incredulously. “Bro, Coach is my guy, I gotchu!” Paige crows, jumping up and down on the bed. “I don’t have anything to wear, Paige!” I complain. “You can just borrow my clothes,” she suggests. I give her an ‘are you serious?’ look. “You literally leave in an hour, I don’t even have time to do laundry-” Paige cuts me off by grabbing my hand. “Dude, it’s not that deep. We’ll figure it out. Just pack what you have, and we’ll go.”

“I have school,” I protest weakly. Paige shoots me a look. “You were supposed to be here a week anyway. Coming on the road is better than being in an empty apartment for two days, bro.” I wrinkle my nose. “I don’t know, Paigey…”

“Laila, please? You love coming to my games anyway.” I ponder for a moment, twisting my mouth. “I really, really want you there,” she says, softer this time, pulling me in by the waist and looking up at me earnestly. My breath catches. She smirks. “Fine,” I relent.

__________

The bus ride to Villanova is long and bumpy. I find myself falling asleep on Paige within the first thirty minutes of the ride, tucked into her side with an arm thrown around me, all under a blanket. 

Every time I’m with Paige, I try my best to be present, and in the moment. Not just because I only see her once every couple of months, but because if I think about the future, I think about the past. Our past. 

You could say I’m a masochist for crawling back to Storrs whenever Paige calls with an ‘I miss you’ or ‘Can I see you?’ You might say I’m weak. You’d probably be right. But with Paige and I… it’s different. It’s always been different. And if keeping Paige in my life means being in love with her in private, I guess it’s just something I have to put myself through. 

I’m woken up by a soft noise in my ear. It’s Paige. She sighs breathily, frowning in her sleep. I watch her as her breath whistles through her parted lips, lashes fluttering. Her tongue darts out to wet her mouth. Then, she lets out a slight moan. And another, head tilting back.

I squeeze my hand where it’s resting at her thigh. “Paige,” I whisper urgently. “Laila,” she sighs, still asleep. “Paige, wake up,” I say, louder this time. I squeeze at her thigh again. Her eyes flutter open, lips still parted. Her eyes take a second to focus on me, before she rasps out, “Fuck.”

“What?” I ask, concerned. She shakes her head, leg shifting slightly. Suddenly, my hand is inches away from…

“Could you just… move your hand?” she asks groggily. I blink. “Why..?” I wonder aloud, before it dawns on me. My eyes widen. “Are you..?” She bites her lip, eyes trailing to the ceiling. And although I know exactly what’s happening, my hand doesn’t move. Instead, it inches to the waistband of her shorts like it has a mind of its own. 

“Do you need..?

Her eyes snap back to mine, widened, the blues of them darkened by her pupils. “Laila, what?” She asks, voice still hoarse. It doesn’t help the fluttering in my chest. I hesitate. “I just… if you need me to, I can-”

She groans, her hand coming up to trail down her face. “You better be fucking serious right now, Laila.” I bite my lip, watching her jaw clench. “Do you need me to?” I ask softly.

Her response is quick. “Yes. Fuck, yes, before I change my mind.”

“Okay,” I whisper, dipping my hand into her panties and moving closer.

“Shit, you’re wet,” I mumble into her ear, dipping two fingers into her folds. She hisses softly.

My thumb finds her clit and I circle it lightly, watching her eyes flutter shut and her tongue dart out to wet her lips. “Is that good?” I whisper softly, pushing in and out of her. She’s so wet that they slide in and out ridiculously easy. I bite my lip as she nods quietly, brow furrowing. Her lips part as I go deeper, head tipping farther back.

“Shit,” she hisses.

I swallow hard. “Hush,” I mumble, looking around. The truth is, I want to hear her curse, and moan, and whimper, and whatever it is she wants to do. If I could fuck her, like, really fuck her, not on a bus…

I savor the thought, leaning next to her ear to whisper, “Open your eyes.” She obliges, eyes shooting open to rove over my face as I fuck her with my fingers. I bite my lip, pinching her clit hard, once, before plunging in deep. “I’m gonna-” she starts huskily, teeth digging into her bottom lip. I keep her eyes locked with mine, circling her clit hard before I feel her pulse beneath me, breath shuddering out as she finishes.

I work her through her orgasm, lip between my teeth. She doesn’t break eye contact, her blue eyes nearly blown black, eyes trailing between my own and my lips. “I forgot how good you were at that,” she whispers. I breathe out shakily. “You should go clean up,” I tell her, feeling a pit open in my stomach.

“Nah, let me get you first,” she says back, casual as can be. My heart stutters. “What?” I whisper. She leans closer, lips pressed against my ear. “I know how wet getting me off makes you,” she says, voice sultry and soft. “Paige-” I start wearily. She ignores me, reaching under the blanket to ease my fingers out of her. “Suck,” she murmurs. I huff lightly. She raises her eyebrows expectantly, and makes a ‘hurry up’ motion with her finger. I glance around, placing my fingers in my mouth quickly, then nearly groan at how good she tastes. I let my eyes flutter shut as Paige pulls my fingers from my mouth and places my arm under the blanket before she pulls my leg over her lap.

“Paige, you don’t have to-” “I want to,” she interrupts me, locking her eyes with mine. “Just shut the fuck up for a minute, dude.” I laugh breathily as her hand teases the hem of my shorts, fingers ghosting the inside of my thigh. “You think you can make me come in a minute?” I mumble, lips pressed against her ear. I feel her low chuckle more than hear it. “I’ve made you come in less,” she reminds me quietly, fingers sinking into me.

I gasp, squeezing my eyes shut, as she works me with her fingers, her thumb pressing at my clit. “Fuck,” I hiss as her fingers go deeper, curling ever so slightly. “Shhh,” she soothes. “Look at me,” she whispers. “I can’t,” I mumble into her neck, feeling my cheeks warm at the thought of watching her face as she gets me off. Her fingers find a spot that’s especially deep and I whimper into her skin.

“Come on, Laila, you can’t be making that much noise,” she murmurs to me. “Sorry,” I whisper. My eyes roll back when she circles my clit hard, once, twice…Then she starts talking to me.

“So quiet. Such a good girl.” I gasp lightly.

“Are you close?” I hum in response to this.

“You’re doing so good, I promise.”

“Almost there.”

“Yes, that’s good. You’re so good, baby, so fucking good.”

“Look at me, please.”

I pry my head off of her shoulder to take in her face. She bites her lip, eyes trained on my mouth. I part my lips ever so slightly. “I wanna watch you come,” she whispers. It sends me over the edge. I feel my orgasm shudder through me, soft and unassuming, but curling my toes, and my fingers that have somehow moved to the nape of Paige’s neck, sending my eyes rolling back into my head. Paige soothes me through it, patting my back, circling my clit, and it takes me a minute after she’s taken her fingers out of me and stuck them in her own mouth, before pulling me back into her side to realize what we’ve done.

I also realize that this is the first time in almost eight years of knowing each other that Paige has watched me finish. Whenever we… experimented, it was always with the lights off, drunk in the back of a car or in one of our bedrooms. 

She’d certainly never called me ‘baby’ before. 

Hm.

________

That’s when Paige and I truly went from friends to friends with benefits. Probably not the best idea, considering this long standing and apparently never ending crush I have on her. At first, it was just small things. At dinner, she’d put her hand on my thigh, and I’d excused myself to go to the bathroom. I hadn’t expected her to follow, but she’d pinned me against a stall door and kissed me to within an inch of my life. Gasping for breath, I told her we would finish this in the hotel room later that night. She’d made me come on her fingers again before forcing me to my knees to eat her out.

Tonight, we're back at the hotel after an afternoon game, a few of the girls chilling in mine, Azzi, Paige, and Aubrey’s hotel room. The hotel does have a pool, and I’m feeling particularly devious at present. I throw on one of Paige’s old Hopkins tees - it’s loose on me. Paige is six feet tall on a good day. I’m barely pushing five foot four.

I have on what has to be the world’s skimpiest black bikini underneath the shirt, and I shoot Paige a quick text before slipping out of the hotel room and heading up to the rooftop pool. Paige is out on the roof mere minutes after me, clad in black shorts and black sports bra. Shit, she’s hot. I catch the sharp angle of her jawline as she strains around, looking for me. 

“That was fast!” I call. Her eyes land on me, and her hand reaches up to scratch her neck. “Shit, you said you had a surprise. Got me all excited,” she shoots back, sauntering up to me. “So, you gonna keep that on, or…?” she trails off, tugging at my shirt. I stand up, chest pressed to hers, before shoving her back a little, my hand grazing her bare stomach. “Get in first,” I tell her, smirking. She whistles, low under her breath. “Whatever you say,” she murmurs, licking her lips. She backs up, taking a second to slide into the pool with a soft splash. I walk slowly to the edge, easing her shirt off of me and tossing it to the side. “Shit,” she grins. “Have you always been this fine?” She swims to the edge, tugging at my calves to try and pull me in. I take a seat at the edge of the pool, her head between my knees.

She swims closer, spreading my legs further apart so she can rest her hands on my thighs, then inches them back to cup my ass. “You know,” she murmurs. “I didn’t have any dessert tonight.” I sigh, tipping my head back and leaning on my arms. “Oh, yeah?” I mumble. Her fingers pull at the strings of my bikini bottoms, nimbly untying them. She breathes against my bare cunt, and my head lolls back down to look at her.

Her face is pulled into a shit-eating grin as she licks a long stripe against my pussy. I groan out loud. “Fuck, Paige,” I moan, when her tongue dips into me, and her lips suck hard on my clit. “Oh, that’s so good,” I breathe, tilting my head back and letting her work at me. 

“Damn, you look so good like this,” she tells me. “You think so?” I laugh breathily, meeting her eyes again. “Your tits,” she says, slurping loudly. I whimper, biting my lip. “In that top. Shit, you have no idea,” she finishes. She places wet, sloppy, open mouthed kisses all over my cunt, sucking hard at my clit, flicking her tongue at my entrance.

“You’re so fucking good at this,” I moan out, winding my hand into her hair to press her closer.

She laughs into my cunt, and the vibrations coax another mewl out of me. “I know,” she says, voice smug. I moan again, louder this time, before clamping my mouth shut. “I should probably- oh, fuck- be quieter… oh, my God, Paige,” I stutter, throwing a hand over my mouth. Her hands squeeze at my ass, and she looks up at me, eyes earnest, lips glistening with my arousal. “Why the fuck would you be quiet?” she asks, sinking her tongue in deep without breaking eye contact. Fuck. “Someone- someone might hear,” I gasp out. “Shit. I was lowkey counting on that,” she says. Then she smirks.

It sends me over the edge. My thighs quiver around her face, and I moan out, “Paige, fuck. Oh, Paige, yes. Don’t stop, please. Please, Paige, yes, yes, yes…” My back arches as I balance myself on my hands, throwing my head back as my climax crashes through me. Paige quickly ties my bathing suit bottoms back on as I catch my breath, then pulls me into the pool to connect our lips in a bruising kiss.

I smile against her mouth. “Your turn.”

__________

“Fuck, we’re late.”

I hear Paige’s agitated voice early the next morning, then feel her hands on my shoulder shaking me awake. “Laila, wake up,” she says, her tone urgent. I push myself up groggily, watching her shove our clothes into a suitcase. “What..?” I mumble. “We have to be on the bus in five minutes, or I’m gonna get my ass handed to me,” she replies. I groan. “Fuck. Why didn’t they wake us up?” I wonder, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and jogging to the bathroom to wash my face quickly.

I throw my laptop and chargers into my backpack and swing it over my back, tossing Paige the plastic baggie with our toothbrushes. The two of us rush to the bus, barely making it on. I volunteer to put our bags under the bus while Paige grabs us seats. When I climb onto the bus, I see Paige arguing in hushed tones with Azzi. “What’s going on?” I ask.

Azzi is snickering. “Just asking why these headasses didn’t wake us up,” Paige snipes. Azzi laughs even harder, elbowing Aubrey next to her. Aubrey grins up at us, looking like she’s also trying not to laugh. “Y’all had a… long night last night. We didn’t want to wake you,” she laughs. My cheeks warm immediately and Paige gapes. “Motherfuckers,” she mutters, taking my hand and leading me to the back of the bus.

“Use protection!” Azzi calls after us. I have to physically restrain Paige from lunging at her best friend by pushing her into the seat, and climbing over her into the window seat. “Behave,” I instruct. She makes a face at me, diving under the blanket to rest her head on my lap. Her legs dangle over the armrest on the other side, too long to prop up against the seat itself. I uncover her face, pushing the blanket away, and meet her clear blue eyes staring at me. 

“What?” I ask, combing my hand through her hair. I part it down the middle to start a crown braid. She closes her eyes, humming. “Nothing,” she mumbles, sighing contentedly. I return my attention to her hair, braiding it away from her face on both sides, then letting it loose at the ends, securing the twists lightly with the rubber bands. 

I look back at her to see her gazing at me intently, again. “Dude, do you want a picture?” I ask sarcastically. She smirks up at me. “No, I want to fuck you again.” My mouth falls open slightly and I smack her on the forehead. “Quit it,” I command, tone hushed, brows furrowed. She sits up, the blanket falling off slightly, and looks around us, checking to see who’s watching. “I bet the bathroom’s empty,” she sing-songs, tugging at my hand.

I pull my hand away, smacking her again, on her shoulder this time. “You are not fucking me in the bathroom of this bus,” I snap. Paige sighs, leaning back and spreading her legs. For some reason, the way she sits really does something to me. I tear my eyes away and curl up against the seat, focusing on the air above her. “Actually, you’re right,” she starts, placing a hand on my thigh. My eyes shoot to hers, and her hand squeezes, fingers long enough to span my thigh and wrap around partially. “Right about what?”

She shakes her head, licking her lips. “I don’t want to fuck you in that bathroom,” she says, moving closer. She places a feather-light kiss on my jaw, then pulls away ever so slightly. “But I do want to fuck you on my bed,” she murmurs, then lands another kiss on my neck. My breath hitches, my hand landing on her stomach and bunching the fabric of her tee-shirt. “And in my car.” Another kiss.

I bite my lip, trying my best to act like this isn’t affecting me. “And in the shower.” This one lands on the corner of my mouth and my lips part unwittingly. “In the pool again would be nice,” she suggests smugly, squeezing my thigh again. “I’d take my time, too.” My breath whistles out from between my lips, and she plants a kiss on them before pulling away quickly. “How many times you think I could make you come, Laila?” she asks, breath whispering against my lips. “You’re a fucking tease,” I bite back. She grins at me, satisfied, and sits back, legs still spread wide apart. “It’s so funny how bad you want me,” she chuckles, closing her eyes.

For some reason, it hits home. And it reminds me that this is all just a game to her, that I’m pining after her like I have been for nearly eight years now, and that she just sees me as an easy fuck at worst, and a friend at best. The truth lies somewhere in between. This game we’re playing, that for some reason, I thought was a good idea - or knew was a bad idea and didn’t care - it’s dangerous. I can’t let myself get caught up in it.

“Fuck you, Paige,” I spit, then climb over her. “Yo, what-” I hear her confused protests and feel her hands catching at my arms. “Laila!” I hear her call, but I make my way to the front of the bus, plopping down next to Azzi.

“Pretzel?” she asks. If she notices my distraught face, she doesn’t mention it, and I’m suddenly grateful that I’ve known Azzi just as long as I’ve known Paige. I take the bag out of her hand gratefully, and I’m silent the rest of the ride home. 

_________

“You have to fucking talk to me-”

“I really don’t.”

“Laila, it was a joke, I’m sorry.”

“No, this was a mistake. The bus, and-and the hotel room, and the fucking pool. God, I let you fuck me in a pool? That’s so unsanitary, Jesus.”

“Is that really your problem right now?”

“I don’t know what my problem is, Paige,” I spit, whirling on her.

“Maybe,” I hiss, “my problem is that you are not mature enough to be friends with benefits.”

She scoffs. “Oh, I’m not mature, huh? That’s what this is?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it is,” I tell her firmly. “Because now everything is about sex for you, isn’t it?’

“We both know that’s not your problem, Laila.”

“Fuck all the way off.”

“Obviously I want you, too. Otherwise I wouldn’t be following you to bathrooms or fucking you in pools or whatever the fuck else we’ve done. You’re being fucking stupid.”

“Do not call me stupid. And don’t psychoanalyze me.” 

“Why not? Are you afraid I might find something you don’t like?” Paige’s tone is harsh.

“What could you possibly find?”

“That maybe you like fucking me!”

“Fuck off!”

“You like fucking me, and you’re not mature enough to admit it. We both know that’s it. And now you’re running away, because you do that with all your fucking problems.”

“Fine. I like fucking you. Is that what you wanted to hear?” I snarl, throwing a tee-shirt at her.

Paige’s eyes go dark and she stalks towards me, shoving me against a wall by my shoulders. “Was that so fucking hard?” she demands. Then she crashes her lips to mine and I find myself moaning into her mouth, hands burying into her hair while hers roam my body, gripping my ass, spanning my back. I walk her backwards, shoving her onto her bed. “This is the last time I’m letting you do this,” I tell her, but I reach for the hem of my tank top and pull it over my head, anyway. She shrugs off her shirt, too, tossing it to the side, and pulls me onto her to let me straddle her waist.

“You’re all talk,” she mumbles against my lips, letting me push her onto the bed so that she’s lying down, and squeezing my sides when I kiss down her neck, sucking at her collarbones, biting at the skin above her breasts. “Are you going to fuck other bitches while I’m in New Haven?” I demand. “Maybe,” she shrugs. “Why do you care?”

“Don’t,” I snarl, gripping her ponytail tightly and pulling. She moans lewdly. “Fuck, okay. Yeah. I won’t.” I lower my lips to hers again, grinding my hips against her own. “Good,” I murmur. I climb off of her to wrestle out of my shorts and panties, dropping them to the side so that I’m completely naked in front of her.

She sits up on her elbows, drinking me in. “Fuck,” she whispers. I lean down over her, cupping her face and kissing her fiercely. “You’re overdressed, Paigey,” I remark casually. “Do something about it,” she murmurs back. I pull her to her feet and let her strip, too, biting my lip as she reveals her broad shoulders, toned arms, defined stomach, her long legs. I push her back onto the bed, and climb up to grind my wet cunt against her abs. “Shit,” I gasp, as her skin meets my clit. She adjusts our legs so that we can slot against each other, and I whine at the way her wet pussy feels against mine.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” she mumbles. “Oh, God,” I moan, throwing my head back slightly, balancing myself on her stomach. “Feel good?” she asks, thrusting up against me. “Yes,” I mewl, moving my hand to her shoulder, the other tangled in her hair. Her hands move to my ass, squeezing, then trail up and down my torso, squeezing at my side. She takes one of my breasts in one hand and kneads it skillfully, tweaking my nipple. I meet her eyes, their blue irises challenging, and lean forward to take her breast in my mouth. They’re small, but perky, and I maintain eye contact with her as I place sloppy kisses around her nipple, licking at it shamelessly. She smacks my ass, grinding me down further, and I moan purposefully loud against her skin. “Fucking whore,” she says, but her tone is smug, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.

“Shit, you feel so fucking good,” she hisses out when I change the angle that we’re scissoring at. I have a higher vantage point, and I grind my hips down slower, using one hand to lift my hair and the other to squeeze at my breast. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come,” I whine, knowing she likes it when I’m so vocal. “Look so pretty when you ride me like this,” she murmurs, squeezing harder at my ass. “You like riding me?” She asks, smirking. I cock my head, grinding faster, and her eyes flutter shut. “Do you like it when I ride you?” I counter, innocent as can be. 

“Shit!” she gasps, and I feel her come apart against me, her pussy pulsating and dripping into mine. I grab her face, forcing her to look at me as she climaxes, and the blue of her eyes is nearly enveloped by the black. “Is that a yes, Paigey?” I coo. Her eyes roll back, body still shuddering. I’ve stopped moving my lower body, content with watching her finish. I push her mouth to mine in a punishing kiss. “God, I wanna record you when you come,” I whisper, and she laughs against my mouth.

“You got a filthy mind, Laila,” she teases, her voice raspy with exhaustion. Then her hands are gripping at my waist, and pulling me against her so that my back is pressed to her torso. “Filthy mouth, too,” she murmurs, lips pressing against the skin of my neck. My head lolls back against her shoulder as her hand trails downward down my stomach. “Oh, yes, Paige,” I moan as her fingers sink into me slowly. I spread my legs wider, and she pumps them in and out. “Yes, just like that,” I sigh. Her other hand comes up to squeeze my breast again, fingers moving faster, hand twisting my nipple. “Mmmm, fuck, don’t stop,” I tell her, biting at her earlobe. 

I whine out as she pinches my clit, back arching. “Fuck, you like that?” she murmurs, doing it again. She plunges in deeper, faster, alternating between toying with my clit and fucking up into me with her fingers. “Yeah, you like that,” she answers her own question when I open my mouth and a moan falls out.

“I’m close,” I force out, gripping at her thighs. “You gonna fucking come?” she asks, pinching my clit again, but harsher this time. That does it. I shatter with a scream: “Fuck, Paige!” and she coaxes me through my climax as it crashes through me, fingers circling my clit. I collapse against her, completely spent but completely satisfied. 

I feel her laugh reverberate against my back. “And you were tryna tell me you don’t like fucking me.”

____________

“Who is he?” Paige’s voice sounds loudly through my phone speaker.

“Girl, what? It’s three in the morning, who the fuck are you talking about?”

“This dude in your post. He’s touching all up on you. Who is he?”

“What post, Paige?” I mumble groggily.

“Instagram, bro, keep up.”

“I promise you there is no one groping me on my Instagram, now go to sleep.”

“Hold up,” she tells me. I hear rustling on the other side of the line and I groan.

“Right here. Second slide. Guy’s got his hands on you and shit.”

I wrack my brain, too lazy to go look. “Is he blonde?”

“Yes. I know you got a thing for blondes-”

“Fuck off, Paige.”

“But you are so out of this dude’s league.”

“Thank you, Paige,” I mumble tiredly.

“I’m serious, who is this guy?”

“He’s from my International Turmoil and Conflict Resolution class, Paigey. His name is Luke.”

“Your what?”

“It’s a class for my major. Don’t worry, he asked me out and I turned him down.”

“He what?”

“Dude, keep up,” I whine, burying my head in my pillow.

“Did you fuck him?” she demands.

“What the fuck?” I shoot back, too tired to deal with her bullshit.

“I’m coming down there.”

“Huh?” Then the line clicks. She can’t be serious, right?

It turns out she is very, very serious. I’m awoken the next morning by a loud banging on my apartment door. My teammate Kara peeks her head out of her room and sees me running to open it. “Are you expecting someone?” she asks sleepily. “Not that I know. I got it, though,” I tell her.

I open the door to a very frazzled and tired-looking Paige Bueckers. She holds her car keys in one hand, and her backpack is balanced on one shoulder. Her hair is down, and she’s dressed in a muscle tee and sweats. I blink, then gape. “Can I help you?” I demand.

She shoves into my apartment, dropping her backpack and keys on my counter before taking my face in her hands and swallowing my lips with hers. I gasp lightly, and she slips her tongue into my mouth. “Fuck, I missed you,” she groans. I let her back me towards my room, lips still devouring mine. “Do you always look this sexy in the morning?” she mumbles against my mouth, opening the door to my room. She pushes me onto the bed, towering over me.

I recover from my shock at this point, and place a hand on her stomach to halt her. Her muscles contract under my fingers as she catches her breath. “Paige, what are you doing here?” I pant out. She weaves her hand into my hair, pulling me back by my scalp before smirking at me. “I already told you. I missed you.” I raise an eyebrow. “You drove an hour because you missed me?” I demand. She leans down, ghosting her lips over mine again. It takes everything I have not to pull her to me and kiss her senseless. “I drove an hour to fuck the shit out of you, but you’re holding me up.” I shove her away, huffing. “You cannot just show up-”

“Would you have said no?” she counters reasonably, plopping next to me and pulling me into her. I hesitate. “Well, no, but-” “Exactlyyy,” she crows. I shove her away again, standing up. I tug at the hem of my shirt (her shirt, fuck me), pushing the waves of my hair up out of my face. “You’re wearing my shirt,” she observes, sitting criss-cross. I frown at her. “And?” She grins. “I want it back.”

I feel myself getting really pissed now. “You’re not funny,” I bite. She leans back on her hands, eyes roving up and down my body, her bottom lip tucking itself under her teeth. “A’ight, leave it on then,” she says, her voice low. I run my hands through my hair again and scoff. “Dude, what the fuck?” I snap. She looks taken aback. “You think you can just show up here and-and get in my pants? What’s wrong with you?” I demand, my voice rising.

Paige blinks. “You want me to buy you coffee first, or..?” I groan, covering my face with my hands. “No, Paige, I want you to be fucking normal.” She pulls a face at me. “What do you mean, normal?” 

I pace in front of her, crossing my arms, then uncrossing them. “We were friends before this, Paige. And we did normal friend stuff.”

“This is normal friend stuff.”

“Are you fucking joking?”

“I’m deadass.”

“This is not normal friend stuff. Are you high?”

“I wish.”

“Do not get cute with me right now.”

“I don’t know why you’re acting like you’re not the one who started this.” Paige’s tone is cold.

“Excuse you?”

“Maybe my memory’s a little off, but you’re the one who offered to finger me on the bus, right?”

“Because I thought you could handle it. This is supposed to be friends with benefits. That means we keep being friends. And we watch fucking movies and go to fucking parties, and you treat me like you’ve treated me for the past eight years, Paige. I’m not just some fuck-buddy”

“Well, I’m sorry, Laila. I’m so fucking sorry that I can’t treat you normally, because the second I see you, my brain goes blank. All I can think about is fucking you. I’m sorry that the second I thought someone else had their hands on you, I couldn’t see straight-”

“You don’t own me.”

“You’re still mine.”

We’re chest to chest at this point, breathing hard. Her eyes are locked on mine.

“What are you saying, Paige?” I whisper.

Her eyes dart away. She licks her lips. “Paige?” I push. 

“I’m sorry, Laila,” she whispers, eyes darting back to mine. “I should’ve stayed in Storrs.”

Then she’s walking out of my room, and I’m chasing her into the hallway, watching her grab her bag and her keys and walk out of my apartment door.

I cry so hard that night that my head hurts.

_________

“Laila, you have to come out of there.”

I suppose I should show some appreciation that Azzi and Ice drove all the way from Storrs to see me. “No, I don’t!” I call back. “You have to eat, at least.” Azzi sounds tired. “I have a lifetime supply of hot chips in here.” “That is not real food!” Azzi exclaims. The truth is that my eyes are too puffy and my head hurts too much from crying to leave my room right now. 

“Please, just talk to us?” Azzi pleads. I hesitate. “Okay. Come in.” I hear the door click open, and shift in bed to watch the two of them file in. Ice takes one look at me and immediately takes a seat on the bed, pulling me into her. I feel my eyes well up with tears again. “What happened, baby?” she asks, rubbing my side soothingly.

I sniffle. “Nothing. I just hate,” I hiccup. “Fighting with Paige.” Azzi rolls her eyes. “What did she do this time?” she demands. “She didn’t d-do anything,” I say, voice hiccuping again. “She just, like, came down here… and then there was yelling, and…” I trail off, shaking my head as tears drip down my face. “What are you guys even doing here?” I ask, my voice choked. “You have to have practice or something.”

Azzi plops down on the other side of me. “You are important to us,” she tells me gently. She hesitates. “And Paige isn’t doing too hot either.” I roll my eyes. “Paige will find some other poor girl to lure into bed.” They’re both silent. Azzi opens her mouth and closes it. “Laila,” she starts quietly. “Azzi,” I respond absentmindedly, picking at my nails. “You know that you’re the only girl Paige has slept with more than once, right?” I take a moment to register her words, blinking. “What?”

Azzi nods, squeezing my arm. “She’s not really too experienced in this area.” I snort. “She seems experienced enough to me,” I mumble sarcastically. Azzi shakes her head. “What I mean is, if she’s hurt you, or said something she shouldn’t have, she really didn’t mean to.” I sniffle again. “Well, what she said was basically that she doesn’t value me as a friend anymore and basically just sees me as a booty call.” “Come on, Laila, that’s not true-” Azzi starts.

I stand up, suddenly angry. “No, it is true. And it’s so frustrating because even before we started whatever this is, I still wanted to be around her. All the time! I missed her and her stupid laugh and her stupid fucking jokes. How can she not see that I’ve been in love with her for the past eight fucking years?!” I’m yelling by the end, breathing hard. Then I slap a hand over my mouth. Azzi and Ice’s eyes are wide.

“You’re… in love with Paige?” Azzi asks. “Fuck. No. Yes? Please don’t say anything to her,” I rush out panickedly. Azzi waves me away. “But you are?” I hesitate. “I… yeah. Yeah, I am.” “Oh, thank God,” says Ice. I blink. “What?” Azzi snorts loudly, then starts chuckling. Then the chuckling turns into laughter, and I’m even more confused than before.”Oh, God, you’re both stupid,” she gasps through her giggles. I cross my arms over my chest, glaring at her. “Explain yourself,” I bite out.

Ice is laughing, too, covering her mouth. Azzi finally calms down, wiping at her eyes and giving me a look. “Laila, Paige is head over heels for you,” she forces out, still shaking with mirth. I gape. “Are you high?” I demand. Ice butts in. “No, she’s right. Paige is so down bad for you it’s not even funny.” I scoff, feeling my chest tighten. “If Paige did like me like that, she would’ve done something about it way back in high school.”

Azzi cocks her head. “Didn’t you just say you’ve been in love with her for eight years?” I hesitate. “Yeah…” “And you didn’t do anything about it in high school, did you?” Azzi reasons. I open my mouth, and shut it. “Well, no, but-”

“You’re coming back to Storrs with us,” Azzi says firmly. My mouth drops open again. “What? No, I have school-” “It’s a Saturday,” Ice interrupts. Azzi crosses her arms. “We will carry you out of here,” she tells me wearily. I shut my mouth. “Just let me pack,” I mumble.

______

I’m sitting on Azzi’s couch, waiting for her to get back home. She had promised me that I wouldn’t have to talk to Paige until tomorrow before going to practice. Luckily, Paige doesn’t room with Azzi, so I would have no chance of running into her there. I’m watching New Girl on the TV, clad in one of Paige’s USA Basketball t-shirts (I really need to buy my own clothes), when I hear the door click open. 

“That was quick,” I say to who I think is Azzi, eyes still on the screen. 

“Laila.” I freeze.

I scramble off of the couch, turning around. “Paige,” I breathe out. She looks awful, probably not much better than I look right now. Her eyes are swollen and tinged red, her hair messy and covered by the hood of her sweatshirt. Her cheeks look sunken in. “What are you doing here?” I ask, shuffling my feet before crossing my arms over my chest self-consciously.

She laughs hollowly, her eyes sweeping over me. “Feel like I should ask you that,” she rasps out. “Yeah, um, Azzi brought me up,” I explain. “Paige, are you okay?” I ask. “Me? I’m chilling,” she replies drily. “You didn’t respond to my texts,” I say softly, tracking her with my eyes as she takes a step towards me. I stay planted.

“Was tryna give you your space,” she murmurs, moving even closer. “What’s going on with you, Paigey?” I ask, concern lacing my tone. She’s inches away now. “I wish I could tell you,” she breathes out. “Let me help, please,” I murmur, meeting her eyes. She licks her lips, her chest nearly flush against mine. “Do you have any fucking idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?” she whispers, eyes darting between my mouth and my eyes. My heart stutters. 

She sighs, leaning her forehead against mine and closing her eyes, cradling my face with her hands. “Paige, please, just talk to me,” I beg softly. She shakes her head. “I’m not good with- with feelings, Laila.” There’s a hammering in my chest. “I just know that I want to be around you all the time. And it’s been that way since we’ve known each other.” Her breath is warm against my face, tinged with mint.

“Then in high school, we were, like… you were my first kiss. And I realized that I didn’t want to kiss anyone the way I kissed you.” “Paige-”

“And then on the bus, when you asked… fuck, Laila, I was dreaming about you. It’s always you.”

“Then it was just any excuse to touch you, to feel you, hold you, kiss you. I thought if it was just fucking, it wouldn’t mean anything. And I know it didn’t to you, but it did to me.” 

“Paige-”

“You don’t have to say anything-”

“Paige, I’m in love with you.”

I watch her brow furrow, feel time stop, before her eyes snap open. Blue, clear, watercolor eyes.

“What?” she breathes.

I swallow, hard. “I’m in love with you,” I whisper. 

She shakes her head. “Don’t play with me,” she whispers back, voice cracking.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. My eyes sting. “I’m sorry-”

Her mouth crashes to mine, kissing me feverishly. I respond in kind, throwing my arms around her neck, kissing her desperately. “Say it again,” she mumbles against my mouth. “I love you,” I gasp as she backs me into the wall. “Good,” she bites, nipping at my lip, shoving my legs apart with her knee as she continues kissing me hungrily.

She grabs my hips harshly, pushing me down onto her knee. My breath stutters at the sudden friction against my clit. “Not that I’m not enjoying this,” I pant. “But just to be clear…” She bites her lip, grinding me down against her knee, before attaching her lips to my neck. “Oh, God,” I whimper. “Yes, Laila, I’m in love with you, too,” she whispers against my skin. “Okay, good,” I laugh breathily, entwining my fingers in her hair. 

Paige pulls back from me and I whine at the loss of contact between my legs. “How pissed do you think Azzi would be if I fucked you on her couch?” she asks. I raise my eyebrows. “Reasonably, very.”

She grabs my hand. “We’re going to mine, then.”

It doesn’t take long for us to ride the elevator up to Paige’s, but it feels like eons. The second we’re through the door, though, she has her hands on me again, tugging my shirt off. “Quit wearing my clothes,” she chides, tossing the garment to the floor. “You always take them off anyway,” I snipe. She places her hands on my ass, gesturing for me to jump.

I do, and she immediately connects our lips again. “Remember… how I said… I wanted to fuck you in the shower?” she asks between kisses. “Do it,” I pant, kissing her harder. It isn’t long before our clothes are strewn about her room and she’s shoving me into the shower, following close after. I run my hands up and down her torso, smirking up at her. Her body really is perfect, lean and long and toned. “Have you always been this fine?” I ask, mocking the question she asked me in the pool. She kicks my legs apart. “Do you ever shut the fuck up?” she asks. “Why don’t you make me?” I murmur.

She responds by smirking and swiping two fingers down my folds. I gasp, head smacking against the tile of her shower. “Shit.” She slides her fingers in easily, long fingers wrapping around my throat to bring my eyes back to hers. I whimper as she pumps her fingers in and out, thumb teasing at my clit. “Can you take another one?” she asks. I moan softly, biting my lip. I already feel so filled. “Yeah, you can. Take it,” she continues, adding a third.

I fall against her as her third finger stretches me out, gripping at her shoulders and groaning. “Holy, shit, Paige,” I force out, biting hard at her shoulder. “You’re doing so good, baby. Come on. Just a little longer,” she coaxes, pushing me back against the shower wall and cupping my face, drawing my eyes to hers again. “You gonna come? Gonna come on my fingers?” she asks, smirking. I shake my head, trying to hold back. “Come on, baby. Let go for me,” she coos, kissing me softly.

I moan into her mouth as my orgasm washes over me, and she swallows every noise I make hungrily. “So pretty when you come,” she mumbles against my mouth. I pant hard, pulling away from her to lean against the shower wall. “Shit,” I breathe out. 

Her arms circle my waist, pulling me away from the wall and into her as she looks down at me. “Damn, I love you,” she says, grinning. I smile tiredly, reaching up to loop an arm around her neck and bring her lips to mine. “You’re okay, I guess,” I giggle, kissing at the corner of her mouth. Then I press a kiss to her jaw, her neck, her clavicle.

I wrap my lips around her breast and suck hard, tongue flicking at her nipple. Her hands find my shoulders as I drop to my knees. “You don’t have to…” 

I cock my head, licking my lips. “But you’re so pretty when you come,” I say innocently, echoing her words. Then I sink my tongue deep into her cunt.

______

“Come back to bed.”

“In a minute.”

“Please, baby.”

“Don’t get cute. It’s not gonna work.”

“I’m cold, though.”

I throw a blanket at Paige. “There.”

She pouts from where she’s sitting on the bed. “You’re no fun.”

I place my pen between my teeth, typing a question out quickly onto my laptop and leaning down to scribble a note for myself hurriedly on a legal pad. I feel Paige’s hands land on my shoulders, soothing up and down my arms. She presses a kiss to my temple. 

“You work too hard.” I shake my head. “Not hard enough.” The pressure of being in my junior year and about to apply to law school is really getting to me. “I think you need a break, baby,” Paige whispers in my ear. “Just lay down for a minute.” I yawn, scribbling another note to myself on a Post-It. “Okay, just a minute,” I relent.

I let Paige lead me to the bed and guide me to her chest, my ear pressed to her heartbeat. “I love how dedicated you are,” she mumbles, “but sometimes, you work so hard that it worries me.” I hum, feeling my eyes flutter as she inches her hand under my oversized shirt, rubbing soothing circles on my bare back. “Have to go… Harvard Law,” I say in between yawns. “Shhh… don’t put so much pressure on yourself,” she whispers. “You put pressure on yourself,” I mumble back sleepily.

“Nothing is worth your sanity,” she says firmly, stroking my hair with her other hand. I shift so that I can look up at her, smiling tiredly. I meet her blue eyes, fringed with long, blonde lashes. “You’re so pretty,” I smile up at her. I feel her laughter rumbling in her chest. “You’re tired,” she responds.

“No, really,” I mumble, letting my eyes trail over her face. I trace the tip of her nose with my finger absentmindedly. “Thanks, Laila,” she chuckles low under her breath, grinning down at me. My eyes flutter closed and she shakes me awake immediately. “Hey, hey, you gotta do skincare first. Or you’ll give me shit for it tomorrow,” she urges, rolling out from under me. I reach for her absentmindedly, then sit up, yawning again. Paige disappears into her bathroom, then re-emerges with my toiletry bag in hand. “You should just leave your stuff here, bro, I’ll clear a drawer or something,” she remarks as she walks towards the bed. I watch her lithe figure approach. “You’re, like, really tall,” I observe.

Paige raises an eyebrow. “You think so?” She muses. I nod thoughtfully, letting her wet a cotton pad with makeup remover and swipe it on my face, removing the remnants of blush. “I like that about you,” I say matter of factly. She wipes the pad over my mouth and I stick my tongue out at her, bringing my knees to my chest. She takes out the jade roller and begins applying serum to my face with it. I raise my eyebrows, a little impressed.

“Oh yeah? What else do you like about me?” Paige asks slyly. I tilt my head thoughtfully, wincing when she pats cold moisturizer onto my face. “I like your eyes,” I hum, tracking them as they rove over my face. “Your shoulders,” I say, my voice softer now. “My shoulders?” she asks, laughing slightly. I shrug. “You have a nice laugh,” I add. She fights a smile, closing my various containers and placing them back into the bag. 

“Really? ‘Cause Azzi says I laugh like a horse,” she tells me. I pause for a moment. “Actually, a little,” I admit. “Oh, my God. Y’all are so fake,” she protests, smacking me with a pillow. “But it’s so infectious,” I continue indignantly, holding my hands up to defend myself. “Like, when you laugh, I want to laugh,” I say earnestly.

Paige wrinkles her nose. “You’re corny,” she teases, flopping back onto the bed. I scoot around to face her, sitting criss-cross. I grab the pillow from her hand and smack her with it. “I can’t help it,” I tease back. Paige looks down at me, inching her hand under her shirt and resting it on her stomach. “You want to know something?” she asks quietly, her blue gaze piercing.

I nod, shifting closer. “Promise you won’t freak out,” she says. Of course not.” She hesitates. “You know how… back in high school, we would, like, experiment? Or whatever?” I nod, urging her to go on. “I had a crush on you then, too,” she admits sheepishly. I snort out loud. Then I snort again, feeling a chuckle emerge, and then I start laughing. “What is funny?” Paige demands.

I shake my head, waving my hands in front of me in a calm-down motion, still laughing loudly. “No, it’s just…” I sigh with laughter, wiping at my eyes. “That’s funny that you say that because you had me with that stupid pick up line you used,” I force out, quieting my laughter. She raises her eyebrows. “No shot ‘you’re the only ten I see’ worked on you, Laila. That’s crazy,” she says, completely deadpan. I flop down onto the bed next to her, wiping away my tears and calming myself down.

“I probably just thought you were hot,” I admit, turning on my side to face her. She mimics me, turning on her own side. “Didn’t know you had a thing for white girls,” she smirks. I groan, smacking her as she pulls me into her by my waist, her arms wrapping around me and sneaking under my shirt again. “Do not put that on me,” I mumble as she presses her mouth to mine, feeling myself grin stupidly into the kiss.“You should have said something,” Paige whispers. I toy with the hair surrounding her face. “You should have said something,” I accuse. She scoots closer, pressing into me further. “We were so stupid,” she mumbles. I nod, laughing lightly. “I would have been with you in a heartbeat back then,” I tell her quietly. Her eyes flicker between mine, breath hitching. “And now?” she asks. I shake my head, biting back a smile. “I’m still all yours, Paige Bueckers,” I whisper. She kisses me again, softly, insistently. “Corny,” I hear her mumble again, and I laugh against her lips.

[meechlamajor]

Tipsy - Paige Bueckers x Fem! Black Reader

Written March 22, 2024.

Warnings: angst, vulgar language, fluff, brief mentions of sex and sexuality.

You are Safiya

You and Paige have just gotten in from a house party that your cousin Anthony threw. All was well until one of his close friends, Camilla approached you, making advances toward you.

—

Your back rested upon the kitchen counter, a red cup in your hand filled halfway with vodka. The alcohol was getting to your head, and literally everything she was telling you seemed hilarious in the moment.

“Like, it was just so crazy because… she was dead serious! And we’re all just looking at her, but she was in her own world,” Camilla recalled as she told you about another experience she had at a different party of Anthony’s.

“Yeah well,” you shrugged, “some of us should probably be more like her,” you chuckled at the end of your sentence.

You had to yell a little over the loud music, but Camilla figured she’d make it a little easier by leaning into you. “Would you?” She inquired, “show me a little something,” Camilla beckoned with a smirk, daring you.

You snickered, “I said some of us. That doesn’t include me, I’m not really the dancing type.”

“It doesn’t hurt to let loose,” Camilla proposed. “Put the cup down, and let’s go dance.”

“Ahh..” you trailed off. “Fuck it.”

You abandoned your cup, pouring it out in the sink and followed Camilla as she led you through the crowd. You watched her first, trying to get a feel for how to match her energy.

She gyrated her hips, moving randomly, but you couldn’t deny that she looked good. You weren’t blind. She wore beige cargo pants, a white t-shirt from Goodfellow, and when her arms raised you could catch a glimpse of her boxers that rested gracefully on her hips. Just behind the band was a tattoo, but you couldn’t quite read it. Her hair was in a high bun, and she had a glowing smile.

And even the blind could see her aura. It was inviting and fun. Nothing too serious, which is why you eventually joined in. You were careful, at first, maintaining distance between yourselves, but as she minutes passed you got closer and closer to one another.

“Your Number” by Ayo Jay came on, and soon enough you found yourself damn near grinding on Camilla. You whined your hips slowly, your hands resting on your knees, and Camilla catching everything you were throwing.

Occasionally you would brush your coily hair out of your face, and your skin felt like it was on fire. All of the people in the house weren’t helping either as you all exchanged body heat.

Camilla hands found your hips, squeezing them as she brought you even closer, but you quickly brushed you off. You knew what you were doing, you aren’t stupid.

It was bad enough that you were throwing your ass back on someone other than your beloved girlfriend.

“Don’t touch,” you muttered, coming out of your bent over position.

“Damn, why’d you stop?” Camilla asked you, her hand coming up around your waist again. “Music’s still going.”

You swatted her hand away again.

“Yeah, babe, why’d you stop?” You heard Paige’s familiar voice from behind the both of you, her muscular arms crossed over her chest.

Before you could answer, she stood in front of you with your face in the firm grip of her hand. “Are you serious right now?” Paige gritted, narrowing her eyes at you. “No, no, actually, are you crazy? I know good and well that you aren’t stupid—“ she began to rant, her piercings globes never leaving yours.

A warm feeling spread within your chest, and your panties became damp. You tried your best to hide your smile as she expressed her anger, but you couldn’t help it.

“Is this funny to you?” She continued. Camilla got the hint, backing away into the crowd. Paige could smell the alcohol on your breath, and she knew exactly what was happening.

Usually she didn’t like to leave you alone at parties because she knew how people could be, but you’d convinced her that you two could do your own thing. Clearly that wouldn’t be happening again.

“Mm-mm,” you hummed, shaking your head.

Without words, Paige drug you through the party, and out of the front door, without even saying goodbye to Anthony or her friends. You did walk past them though, exchanging looks with them.

Paige pushed you in front of herself, watching you drunkenly stumble. “Walk,” she ordered. You guys took her car to the party and she’d parked a little down the block.

Your 1 inch heels slammed against the concrete, the sound filling your ears. That and the sound of cars speeding down the busy street. The temperature had dropped since you two got there, and goosebumps appeared on your arms. “I’m cold,” you whined, turning around toward her.

Paige rolled her eyes, shrugging off her unbuttoned button-up shirt and placing it on your own shoulders.

When you got the car, Paige opened the door for you, helping you get in, and then buckling you in. Even though she was upset with you, she wouldn’t forget her ways.

She get in on the driver’s side, turning on the heat for you.

You guys were about thirty minutes out from your joint apartment and you curled up in the seat after kicking off your heels. You’d shifted your body to face Paige, and you merely observed as she drove.

“P, I’m sorry. Are you mad at me?” You questioned, but she never answered. The road had all of her focus as she tried to get the two of you home safely.

You reached up, your ring clad hand grazing her jawline. You felt it clench and unclench. Paige was primarily trying to keep herself from leaning into your palm, but she just loved how it felt when you touched her.

Begrudgingly she brushed you off, placing your hand back in your lap.

—

And here you are, sitting on the couch of your living room with your face buried in the palms of your hands. You were still drowsy, but somewhat coming to your senses and you knew you fucked up.

Paige disappeared to the back of your apartment, presumably showering and getting changed. She’s been in there for about 25 minutes or so. The entire ride, not once did she speak to you.

You turned on the T.V., needing to fill the silence. Your mind was going a mile a minute and honestly it was killing you. You slowly made your way into the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of water. Groaning you screwed your eyes shut, taking small sips. You’re a lightweight.

Your feet had begun to ache, and the sweat dried on your skin. An icky feeling covered your skin, but you didn’t even want to think about going near the bathroom. You wanted to give her space.

It wasn’t long before she came out, steam following her.

Her slippers padded against the floor and you could hear Paige nearing the kitchen. You never looked back though. Truthfully, you were a little scared to.

In her hand, she shook a bottle of Aspirin which you nearly lunged for. But before you could grab it, she held it above your head, the full length of her arm extended. “We need to talk first.”

You nodded, “of course.”

“Did you want her to fuck you, Saf?” Paige inquired with seriousness in her face.

“What? No!” You replied immediately. “Not ever. She’s not you so…”

She chuckled bitterly, “oh really? Did you have the same thought when you were grinding on someone else, who isn’t me?”

“I— it was a mistake,” you huffed. “I wasn’t going to let it go any further than that. I love you, not her!”

Paige huffed, running her hands down her face. “I don’t doubt that, but what were you expecting to get out of this— me catching you in the act?”

Your cheeks warmed, and you cleared your throat. “I-I was hoping that you’d…” you trailed off.

“You’re a big girl, say it,” Paige pushed you.

“I wanted you to… you know, punish me for it.”

Paige grabbed your hands at your sides, pulling you in. “You know how I feel about communicating. You tell me if there’s something that you want. Why didn’t you?

Truth be told, you missed Paige so much. She’d been away for games and there was only so much a phone call could do for you. When it came down the topic of how much you need her to touch you or caress you, you got a little anxious.

You knew that there was a deeper problem if you couldn’t communicate with your longtime partner about how you felt about your sex life.

You huffed, “I’m embarrassed by it.”

She opened up the bottle of Aspirin, shaking a tablet into your hand, and passed it off to you. “Why? Did I do something to make you feel this way?”

You shook your head vehemently, “no, never. I just don’t know how to express my desires, and I didn’t want you to think differently of me. I know I went about it in the worst way.”

“I love all parts of you,” Paige expressed, keeping eye contact. “I’d never look at you differently just because you want to be fucked like a slut sometimes,” she spoke with a comical tone, but you knew she also serious. “We’re learning together because we’re a team.”

“Of course,” you nodded. You knocked back the Aspirin, one hand still connected with Paige���s.

“Come on,” she pulled you in the direction of the back of your apartment. “I’ll run you some bath water.”

You follow gingerly, but suddenly Paige pushes you to walk in front of herself, just like she’d done earlier. The palm of her slender hand made contact with your backside and you let out a yelp.

Your head snapped back her, to which she winked. It was looking like your fantasy was about to come true.

[pazzi-535]

In between pt. 2

“Can we please go back to my place?” she says desperately. I look into her eyes, now dark and lustful, instead of answering. I kiss her harder than before. She begs again, “Baby, please” I stare at her, her eyes now desperate and her hands running all over me. “Yes,” I say, looking at her. 

She immediately takes me out of the bathroom. By now, she somewhat sobered up. I grabbed my things hurriedly. I told Nika and Azzi a lie that I didn’t feel well. They knew it was a lie when they saw how Paige was acting, trying to leave as soon as possible. I grabbed Paige’s hand, and we immediately got in. She turned on the car and pulled out of Teds. She put her hand dangerously high on my thigh. Obviously being worked up didn’t that didn’t help. I was worked up and squirming around in my seat. She smirked and let out a little laugh. “Stop” I whine, hiding from Paige. We pull up to her apartment and rush inside. As soon as the door closes, I push her against the door. Her hands flew to my waist and started touching and grabbing everywhere. 

She picked me up by my thighs, catching me by surprise. I started grinding against her. I moaned in her mouth. We got to her room, and she put me down and I ripped off my pants; I went, grabbing for her shirt, needing it off. She put me on the bed and started taking my bodysuit off.

She took it off and paused when she saw my new lingerie set. Her lustful eyes scanned my body; it was like she couldn’t look away. “God, you look so fucking pretty, this all for me”? she says, out of breath. I blush responding with “Paige stop it, yes of course it’s for you” She laughs, her lips connecting to my neck. I moan as I take her pants off while she finds my sweet spot. Once she finds it, I moan out, and she rips my underwear off. She does the same to my bra. I felt exposed and a bit insecure about her seeing me like this. Once she noticed I got shy, she immediately said, “You look so beautiful baby so pretty for me” I immediately folded and forgot about all the insecurities I had 

I ripped off her sports bra and flipped us over so I was on top. The only barrier is her boxers. I take them off and she moves us back into the position we were before. Her lips move down my body, going to my thighs where she starts kissing, hovering over where I need her the most. After a few seconds of her kissing my thighs and hips. I whine out a “please”. That’s not how good girls ask, she says teasingly. I whimper “Paige please, I’ll be a good girl” she smiles “So needy, and so wet this all for me?” before diving in. She licks my folds before going in and sucking my clit. My thighs start shaking around her head, which makes her grab my legs to keep them open. Moans leave my mouth as if I couldn’t live without her, “I can’t please, Paige” I say through moans. “You can take it, be a good girl for me,” she says. Her mouth licks my clit while she starts to move two fingers around my hole. She slowly puts them in, which makes me let out a very loud moan. “I can’t even tell you how pretty you sound right now,” she says. Her fingers were inside me, her lips around my clit, it was all too much. “Baby, please, I can’t,” I cry out. “yes you can I know you can” her words lit a fire inside of me. My moans are getting louder and it’s getting harder to breathe. “C’mon baby cum for me I know you can” her words send me over the edge. I start shaking my legs, trying to close around her head, hands gripping the sheets. My eyes started watering as I started to feel the overstimulation she was causing me. I push her away and she lets go. She comes back up immediately, pressing her lips against mine, making me taste myself. “Baby, you taste so good I can’t get enough,” she says, out of breath. 

I lay in her arms for a bit before I came down from my high. “wanna help you get off please” I say mumbling looking into her eyes. “Okay baby whatever you want” she giggles. I flipped us over and started to kiss down her body. I stop around her chest and kiss her boobs. I suck on her left one, making her moan. I kiss down her stomach, going down to her hips. Kissing her thighs, I finally start sucking on her clit. She groans and starts grabbing my hair. I started sucking and licking harder. “Baby, you’re doing so good” she grunts. I keep licking and sucking. I start to tease her with my fingers. She begs ”Please baby” I shove my fingers in her and she lets out a high-pitched moan. “Am I making you feel good, baby?” I say with a smirk. She whimpers and whines, which drives me crazy. I continue to eat her out, and her legs start shaking around my head. 

She grabs my head, pushing me further into her. “fu-fuck I’m gonna cum”. I smile saying “c’mon you can do it, I know you can”. She starts groaning and her grip on my head gets tighter. She starts to cum back, arching off the bed, her legs tightening around my head. As she releases, I slowly take my fingers out of her. I start to climb up her body, kissing her stomach and the area between her boobs.

I kiss her, making her taste herself on my lips. I roll on my back, Paige moving to her side. I suddenly feel really bad, knowing we shouldn’t have done this. She was somewhat not in the right state of mind and I feel like I took advantage of her. She pulls me out of my thoughts “You good?” she smiles. “yeah” I say lying to her. She cuddles into me, which makes me 100x worse.

I rub her back and enjoy my time with her. I’ll deal with this tomorrow. 

[paigebueckersisinlovewithme]

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[lettersofalover]

-> adore you | paige b

paige x black!fem!college!athlete reader

genre: fluff

authors note: she’s for the girls and yall go together. read bad

from the moment you woke up in your hotel room next to paige until now, about to step on to the espy’s red carpet, you were anxious. you were a famous athlete in your own regard but the spotlight had never quite been on you the way it was now - helping team usa win gold, setting a personal record and a uconn record, all while being in a loving private relationship with paige. everyone knew but nobody told. the athletes at uconn had each others backs and without a doubt, paige had yours. she popped candy into her mouth mindlessly as you got your hair and makeup done in the chair. “when you get on stage, not if but when,” she said matter of factly, “there’s going to be a countdown. don’t pay it any mind. just say what you want. literally, whatever. except curse words, they’ll fine conn for that.”

you couldn’t help having paige’s voice echo through your head, somehow drowning out the noise of the photographers. it was already a sunny day in california and the size of lights made you struggle to keep your eyes open. paige was coming behind you and suddenly all the photographers focus was on the both of you. the speculation had always been there, but there wasn’t any concrete proof. paige shot you a big smile and an awkward thumbs up and you covered your mouth to laugh. the shouts of the photographers were so deafening you couldn’t make out what they were saying until paige approached you and locked her fingers with yours: “they want us to take photos together.” she whispered in your ear before dropping your hand. the moment her hand left yours, the comfort was lost.

“just focus on something in the distance.” she whispered and wrapped an arm around you gingerly. you leaned into her touch, thankful to have her by your side. the contrast of your outfits made for a subtle declaration of your relationship. as the moments passed of you switching between a wide smile and a soft one, paige stopped the photographers for a moment and stood in front of you.

“what?” you mumbled, scared that you had done something wrong. did you look too cozy? was it obvious that you were dating? you were beginning to breath harder as paige reached up to fix your hair.

“wait let me fix your hair.” she mumbled, with her eyes focused on your delicately designed hairstyle. she was taking the job of fixing you so seriously that she had her tongue slightly out of her mouth in the process. “i think i got it,” she said turning away but immediately turned back, “one last thing, hold on.” she smiled and twirled of on the curls around her finger and it immediately came back to life.

“good?” you asked and the flutter of lights and the shutters of cameras began again. paige grasped your forearms and nodded.

“you look stunning.” she said loud and proud before facing the photographers once more.

—

they didn’t sit you with paige and it depleted your spirit. you kept calm conversation with the people surrounding you - a few athletes, an executive board member from uconn and other old men who were keen on getting you to explain your tennis career and why you hadn’t gone professional yet.

“i love uconn, my family is there, my team is there, even my girl- my best friend is there.” you corrected yourself. they all nodded in understanding but one of the more assertive man said, “you know college is always there. you should go while you’re still in your prime. you can get the money and find a nice husband while you do so.” he sipped his champagne with a smile that was confident - as if he gave you the most precious bit of information to skyrocket your career.

“i didn’t come to school to get my mrs. degree.” your voice was laced with snark. men like him wanted nothing but money as their main objective. it was never about the passion. as if she could sense the solemn energy radiating off of you, paige walked to the table and began introducing herself. they fawned over her for a few minutes and you were able to still your beating heart for a few moments. once paige spoke them all, she made it to you and dropped onto the balls of her feet next to your chair.

“you’re up next, yeah?” she said, her glimmering eyes scanning your face. “remember: go at your own pace, don’t let them freak you out.” paige squeezed your hand three times, saying “i love you.” it was a code you two developed when you first started dating. it was a way to express the love you shared subtly.

“you got this.” she said as she rose to her feet and said her goodbyes.

“what a nice young lady.” one of the gentleman said, watching her walk away.

“she’s amazing.” you agreed as the lights dimmed and the first presenter walked to the stage.

—

you couldn’t believe it was you who won national women’s college athlete of the year. you couldn’t move from your seat for a long while, hands covering your face ready to swipe the tears that were pouring down your perfectly made up face. you stood from your seat and held the bottom of your dress, walking slowly and as steady as you could. the yelling behind you was a roar of applause and shouts of your name from your fellow uconn student athletes and the loudest of them - was your girlfriend, paige. you stood at the stairs for a moment, unsure of your balance in the heels that adorned your feet. before you knew it, paige’s hand was in yours, helping you up the steps. she squeezed your hand three times and you smiled at her once you finally made it on stage. she shot you another cheesy thumbs up and the audience laughed.

the microphone was louder than you expected as you loosed a breath. your eyes scoped the audience, looking for that familiar face. everyone was in their seats, except paige. she was recording you and your acceptance speech and it was adorable.

“gosh,” you said looking down at the trophy before back up, “i don’t even know where to begin. i never thought my journey as an athlete would bring me to this moment. i was just a little girl years ago, watching uconn athletes and dreaming to be where they were. to stand alongside the greats and be in the arena where they existed. i never, ever,” you sniffled and wiped at your tears, “expected to be a part of uconn the way that i am now. i never knew love like this existed until uconn became my life. i have a thank you list that’s a mile long - so i’ll spare you all,” you laughed and the audience followed, “there are not enough words to describe the family and love i found while being an athlete at uconn. to my people, i love you and to my girlfriend, i adore you. thank you for believing in me and thank you for all those tough training sessions where you kicked my ass - it got me this trophy!.” you laughed and the crowd erupted in applause once more and you could’ve sworn that your girlfriend paige, was the loudest.

—

paigebueckers: after party with my girl, my national women’s college athlete of the year. she learned it all from me. so proud of her.

kkarnold: she’s really that girl

azzifudd: the dress is stunning just like her

paigefan1: so happy for yall 🥺

paigefan2: my heart, i cannot take it anymore

paigefan3: she’s so in love with her and i love it

[euphternal]

the boxers showing…

[sunkissed-zegras]

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓/𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 ─ PB⁵

౨ৎ ─ summary | pretty self explanatory LOL, paige soft launches you!!!! yippee! this was requested -> "HARD OR SOFT LAUNCH WITH PAIGE PLEASE 🙏"

─ warnings | pretty short, JUST CUTE FLUFF!! obvs some banter, playful arguing, idk just some pretty funny stuff nothing too insane!

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paigebueckers | no bad days ☀️ june 15th, 2023

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anyone else

part: 7 pairing: paige bueckers x oc word count: 4.2k c/w: language, sexual content (yes, smut), mentions of alcohol a/n: guys the part after this will be the last part in the series :( noooooo i'm so sad. maybe i'll do a little epilogue. in the meantime, i have no idea what to write next. okay, anyway! here y'all go :)

Oh. Oh.

The way she’s kissing me makes me feel like I’m drowning in her. Paige presses me against the wall, caging me against it, and kisses me desperately. She kisses me so hard that I’m dizzy from it, and I’m grateful for her arms around my body holding me up. I lace my hands around her neck, trying to keep up with the pace of her kiss, digging my fingers into the roots of her hair. She moans against my mouth. I reach for the button on her pants, and she bats my hands away, leading me to her bedroom instead.

Paige pushes me against her purple sheets, staring at my body hungrily as she rucks her button down off. “Fuck,” she whispers. Her eyes dart to mine. “Fuck, Ava,” she repeats, before climbing on top of me. She straddles my waist, leaning down to suckle at my neck. “Paige,” I moan quietly, her hair tickling my chin as she marks up and down the column of my throat, leaving bruises I’m sure I’ll be paying for tomorrow.

Drunkenly, I push her off of me, taking in her face; her bright blue eyes, clouded over with drunkenness and desire, and her lips, swollen from me biting them. I flip her over and tug my shirt off, relishing in the way her hands find my bare skin immediately. “You feel… so good,” she murmurs, and I kiss her neck, making my way to the neckline of her shirt. I push it up, over her head, and she sits up so that I’m straddling her waist, hands finding my ass as she brings my lips back to hers.

I grind my hips down against hers and she gasps into my mouth. A hand moves up to my back, expertly unclasping my bra, and I tug it off, tossing it to the side, before tearing hers off as well. I press my bare torso against hers, wishing I could burn the feeling of her skin on mine into my brain. She continues grinding my hips against hers, kissing me slower, more intently. 

“What do you want?” She asks, her voice rough. “Whatever you wanna give me,” I mumble back, letting her lay me against her pillows. Her hands are so gentle, but her eyes… they’re so dark with hunger that my throat constricts. She shakes her head, drinking me in. “Everything,” she whispers. “I wanna give you everything.”

Then she’s tugging my shorts off, taking my panties with them, and positioning herself in between my legs. She breathes against my cunt, and I whine. “Paige, please.” She laughs, the sound lilting and grating all at once. “I was right. At the party.” I gasp as she bites the inside of my thigh. “Paige,” I whimper. She suckles at the other one, looking me straight in the eye.

“You were wet.”

I clutch at the sheets, frustrated and horny and needing her to just fucking touch me. “Yes,” I admit. “How long?” She asks quietly, lolling her head up to meet mine. My brain is fuzzy from the vodka and the tequila and maybe some Fireball, and perhaps that’s why I don’t understand her. “What?” I breathe. “How long… were you wet?” She asks again. I look her right in the eyes, giving her the answer I know she wants. “As soon as you walked through the door.”

The grin that takes over her face is so triumphant, so cocky, I have to hold myself back from using a hand to shove her face against my cunt. “Good girl,” she praises, more to herself than anything, and she licks her lips.

And then Paige reminds me just why she had a different girl in her bed every night.

Because when she slurps at my cunt, when she flattens her tongue against it and licks and sucks and nips at me, I think that I could die happy with her head between my legs.

Paige Bueckers eats pussy like an All-fucking-American.

I throw my head back and moan. Loud. She hums into me and I squeal at the feeling of vibrations against my clit, bucking my hips against her. “God, you taste like fucking heaven,” she groans, and I fist her sheets with one hand harshly as the other covers my mouth, ashamed at the sounds that slip out. Paige stops immediately, yanking my arm down. “Ava. Let me hear you.”

Slowly, she lowers her mouth to my pussy again, keeping eye contact as her tongue laves against my folds. “Oh, my God,” I let out a high pitched whine, tipping my head back. “Eyes on me,” she murmurs against my cunt. I bite my lip, returning my eyes to her blue ones, and I nearly moan out loud at the sight. Her head between my legs, hair mussed from my hands, eyes hooded with want, lips glistening with me.

Then she slips two fingers into me, easily sliding in. “Fuck,” I whine, a humiliating high pitched noise. She moves them in and out slowly, sucking at my clit. “I shouldn’t even let you come,” she muses, her words slurring together ever so slightly. “I should make you fucking beg for it.” 

“Please,” I gasp, my toes curling into the sheets as her fingers go deeper.

“Just like you made me beg for you to text me back, hm? Or to come to that fucking game?”

“Paige, I’m-”

She goes faster, her fingers pumping in and out but not quite hitting that spot.

“You don’t talk to me for… what? Months?” She pulls her fingers out suddenly.

“Paige, come on,” I beg, throwing my head back into the bed in frustration. I could just scream.

“Say you’re fucking sorry,” she demands, circling my entrance, teasing.

“I hate you,” I bite, glaring at her. Fuck. She looks criminally good where she is.

Paige shakes her head, smirking. “Really?” She muses, spreading my legs further. I gasp as my thighs burn. She makes a huge show of dragging her eyes over my cunt, then back to mine. “Doesn’t look like you hate me.”

“Paige, just-”

She licks her fingers exaggeratedly, slurping loudly. “Doesn’t taste like you hate me.”

I roll my eyes, and gasp as she plunges her fingers back into me. “Definitely doesn’t feel like you hate me,” she murmurs.

I want to slap her. Then she curls her fingers in, deep, and I moan raggedly, back arching off of the bed. “Fuck!”

“Doesn’t fucking sound like you hate me, either,” she says, her voice gravelly as her fingers pump in and out of me. “Faster,” I beg. She obliges immediately, and I watch her lower her mouth to my clit, sucking hard as she hits that spot inside over and over and over and-

“Paige!” tears itself out of my throat as I come apart on her fingers, the knot in my stomach snapping and my orgasm flooding through me. “Say my name like that again,” she commands, working me through it, and my hips grind against her hand as the waves of pleasure subside, my cunt pulsing around her fingers. “Paige,” I whisper, stroking her hair as she climbs up my body. 

“Again,” she murmurs, laying against me and pressing her lips to mine, inhaling deeply through her nose. I kiss her back eagerly, desperate to taste her, and mumble back, “Paige.” I feel her fingers, wet with my arousal, press against my torso as she wraps an arm around my body, switching us around so that I’m on top.

Immediately, my hands go to her jeans, rucking them down her legs, and I feel a sense of deja vu as I kiss back up her thighs. This time, though, I get to take in the sight of her glistening cunt. I spread her legs and straddle her thighs. “All for me?” I whisper, tilting my head. She exhales shakily, meeting my eyes with hers. “All yours,” she responds.

And if there’s a deeper meaning to those words, I ignore them in favor of sinking two fingers deep into her and circling my thumb around her clit. I take one of her tits in my hand and squeeze, teasing her nipple. Her hands come up to mine, kneading them as I finger her. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I whisper in awe, taking in the way her toned stomach constricts as she gasps and moans and whines under her breath at my ministrations, the sharp angle of her jawline as she tips her head back. I shake my head. “Perfect,” I whisper again, disbelief evident in my voice. Paige pulls me to her, my head falling to her neck to bite at the skin there as I fuck her faster.

“Ye-yes,” she stutters as my fingers inch deeper. I curl them ever so slightly, and I feel that spongy area, know I’ve hit the right spot when a guttural moan falls from her mouth. “Fuck, Ava,” she whines, and I want to bottle up the sound of it. Instead, I work her faster, moving my mouth to hers to swallow the sounds she makes, kissing her roughly. “You gonna come for me?” I whisper, letting out a chuckle as her breath stutters against my lips. 

I feel her getting close, her pussy clenching tighter around my fingers until I feel her pulse once - hard - and her head tips back, mouth dropping open to stutter out a silent moan. “Shit,” she whispers, her head against the wall, hips bucking up as I work her through it. I gingerly ease my fingers out of her, knowing she must be sensitive from the way my clit throbs at the thought of her touching me again.

But that doesn’t stop her. “You’ve got one more in you, right?” She asks, using her thumb and her two fingers to angle my face to hers. I start to shake my head, and her eyes narrow. “What? You’re giving up? You can’t take it?” She jeers.

She knows me. She knows me too fucking well, knows that she just has to press my competitive buttons and I’ll fold for her. I always fucking fold for her. 

I insert my legs between hers, her pussy centimeters from mine. “I can take it,” I retort, slotting our cunts together, and she groans, reaching for my breasts. “Can you?” I ask, but it’s a weak whisper, really, as her wet folds slide against mine, my clit brushing hers. “Oh, fuck,” I whisper, balancing myself with my hands on her stomach. “Right there,” she groans, watching me ride her, grasping my hips to move me just how she likes it.

Fuck. Fuck, she looks so good like this. Hair strewn across the pillow, eyes rolled back into her head, collarbones glistening with sweat, mouth open and the most sinful words falling out of it. 

“Are you close?” She murmurs. I am. I’m so close that I can hardly hold myself upright, and I press against her as I grind faster. “Paige,” I gasp. “Fuck. Come for me. Come all over me, shit,” she babbles mindlessly, gripping my ass hard as she grinds me down faster. We come at the same time, our moans mixing together and echoing across the room as our orgasms crash over us at once, our hips moving frantically together, her pussy throbbing against mine.

I collapse on top of her, panting hard, and her hands rub up and down my back soothingly, combing through my hair. I turn my head, pressing a kiss to her bare chest, my nose flush against her skin. And I don’t mean to, but I inhale deeply.

Her arms wrap around me tighter, and I let my fingers find her neck, edging them into her hair. She places her lips against the crown of my head. “God, Ava,” she says, and I laugh shakily, pressing into her harder, as though if I try, I can meld her body to mine. 

As though if I try, I don’t have to be without her ever again.

Because it was hell. It was hell not seeing her smile and feeling it light a fire in the pit of my stomach. It was hell not waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of her breath whistling through her lips. It was hell not registering her arms around me as the first thing every morning.

My eyes prick with tears. “I missed you so fucking bad,” I admit hoarsely, and I know the alcohol’s still in my system, because it’s the most honest thing I’ve said to her in maybe the past year. I feel Paige hold her breath, then release it slowly, hands still tracing up and down my bare skin. “I know, baby,” she whispers, and my eyes flutter closed at the nickname. She presses another kiss to my forehead, and I let myself fall asleep, drifting off in the comfort of her warm embrace.

And it’s the first time in months that anything has felt right.

MARCH 2022

- Paige’s Point of View -

Everything is wrong.

I can smell her, still. Coconut. Vanilla. Orchids. 

But I don’t feel her. I frown, letting my eyes open, batting them against the sunlight. My limbs are sore, my body aching from everything we did last night. I close my eyes and let the memory wash over me, smiling to myself. She was everything I imagined and more. Wait. I don’t feel her.

My eyes shoot open again and I launch myself to a sitting position. I’m naked, tangled in the sheets, the right side of my body cold in the absence of her warmth. Frantically, I feel the side of the bed she was on. It’s still warm. A tinge of relief ebbs through me, and I hear clattering in the kitchen. Maybe she just went to get water. I throw on a t-shirt and pad to the kitchen, hoping, praying that it’s her.

It’s Azzi, cluttering around, looking for a mug. She must have slept on our couch last night.  “Morning, sleeping beauty,” she teases brightly. “Where’s Ava?” I demand, ignoring her. She rolls her eyes. “Nice to see you, too,” she drawls. “Where is she?” I repeat. Azzi gives me a stern look. “She left a little while ago.” I run my hands through my hair frustratedly. “Fuck,” I mutter to myself. I bang my hand against the counter angrily. “Fuck!” I repeat agitatedly. 

“Okay, what’s going on?” Azzi presses. I lean against the counter, my head in my hands. I’m tired. I’m tired. “I fucked her,” I mumble. I can almost hear Azzi’s eyebrows shoot up. “Sorry?” I drop my hands from my face, glaring at my best friend. “I said I fucked her,” I state bluntly. Azzi opens her mouth, and I hold up a hand to stop her. “Before you lecture me… it’s not like that. I didn’t just… I wasn’t going to have sex with her and then dip. I mean, clearly,” I pause, gesturing vaguely to the apartment and the noticeable lack of Ava, “she dipped, so.”

Azzi pauses. “You really like her,” she observes. I laugh hollowly, picking at my fingernails. “Understatement of the fucking century.” “How long?” She asks. Something tells me she knows the answer isn’t the lie I want to tell her. So I don’t lie. I purse my lips. “Since my freshman year,” I admit. Azzi smiles slightly. “I knew there was something you guys weren’t telling me,” she says triumphantly, pumping her fist. I shoot her a look. “Azzi.”

“Explains why y’all hated each other so much. I mean, I thought it was hatred, but now I know it was just sexual tension…”

“Azzi.”

“Okay, sorry. So… what are you going to do?”

“Are you dumb, Az? If I knew, I wouldn’t be standing here talking to you.”

“Okay, watch your tone, first of all. Second of all, it is so fucking obvious she likes you back. Just go talk to her.”

I scoff. “I’ve tried. I mean, I poured my whole fucking heart out to her, I-I told her how I feel. She just doesn’t want me like that.”

“Paige. You didn’t see the way she reacted when you got injured. I did.”

I shake my head. “It doesn’t matter now.”

“It does. Paige, it looked like she got hurt all over again. She fought through security to get to you, dude. She cares about you. Trust me.”

“Clearly not enough.”

“She’s scared, P. You have… a reputation.”

“I haven’t slept with someone who isn’t her since y’all became friends,” I snap. Azzi knows that. She’d made comments about it, teasing me, not knowing the reason I couldn’t sleep with another girl was because the second Ava walked back into my life, the thought of touching or kissing or thinking of someone else just felt wrong. 

I’d tried. When we’d gone to Ted’s, when I’d spilled that drink on Ava’s top, I’d tried to lose myself in this girl with dark curls just like Ava’s, the ones that I loved to tug on and wind around my index finger. But she wasn’t her. She wasn’t mine.

Ava was. Ava was mine, and I was hers, and that was that.

“I don’t think… I can. Be with someone who isn’t her,” I whisper. I’m shocked at the realization, even though I’ve known it’s the truth for a while. 

“Paige. Are you stupid?” Azzi demands frustratedly.

I glance up at her in shock, her hands on her hips. “Way to kick me when I’m down!” I complain.

“Why are you acting like she’s moved to a different fucking country? You go to the same school! You-” Azzi pauses, visibly attempting to regain her composure after borderline screeching at me. “Don’t you know where she lives?” She demands through gritted teeth, obviously exasperated with me.

I pause at this. “Oh. Well, yes.”

Azzi smiles patronizingly. “Do you want to maybe go to where she lives? And talk to her?”

I nod thoughtfully, realizing that Azzi’s probably right. If I corner her at her own place, if I force her to talk to me - where will she run?

“Paige!” Azzi snaps.

“What?” I demand.

She throws her hands in the air, tired of this conversation. “Now, dumbass!”

“Oh. Right.”

Ava’s place is only a twenty minute walk away, but the urgency in Azzi’s tone has me yanking open the door to my car and flooring the gas pedal. I speed to her apartment, the only thought in my mind getting her to fucking talk to me. Because things are different now. 

Now, it’s not just secret kisses in the quiet of our apartments or longing stares across rooms. It’s something real. Something raw and honest and so fucking terrifying but something I need to know - for real and no bullshit - if she wants. 

I march up to her door, and bang hard, twice. “Ava!” I yell. I know I’m being loud and probably obnoxious, but I’ll deal with those repercussions later. I lean my head against the door, banging on it rapidly a few times. “Ava, open the damn door!”

I stumble forward as the door swings open, surprised that she’s opened it that fast. But it’s not her. It’s… I can’t remember her fucking name. Fuck. Is it Aubrey? No way. Audrey, right? “Paige?” She asks, clearly just as shocked to see me as I am to see her. I’d slept with her that night, the night that I was going to tell Ava everything. That I was done with the girls and the hookups and that the second she’d kissed me that night, I was utterly and completely ruined for everyone fucking else. 

I wanted to end things with her before I started anything with Ava. Because Ava was - is - so good. So sweet and perfect and strong and smart and deserving of the whole fucking world, and if I didn’t try with every fiber of my being to give that to her, then I didn’t deserve her at all.

I had gone to Audrey that night with the intention of telling her that nothing else could happen between us. 

But I’d been so damn scared. It couldn’t be right that someone’s smile could decide the course of my whole day. Or that I could have somebody’s fucking smell memorized. I was so terrified of these feelings - these all-consuming, overwhelming feelings - that I’d slept with Audrey that night.

Immediately, I regretted it. I knew, then. I was done for.

Hell, I knew the minute Ava had sat atop those bleachers, arguing with me about the merits of Michael Jordan over LeBron James.

I was done running from it.

But seeing this girl here ignites the same fire in my stomach that had erupted last night when I saw Ava’s hand in Emmett’s. How dare anyone who isn’t me touch her, or even look at her for that matter?

Audrey’s staring at me as though I’m an alien from a foreign planet. “Hello?” She demands. “Excuse me,” I mutter, pushing past her, heading straight for Ava’s room.

- Ava’s Point of View -

I nearly sprint home. I can’t believe I let that happen. It felt so right - she felt so right. I’m fucked, I think to myself hollowly. Shit, shit, shit. Why did I let that happen? How did I let that happen?

The truth is, I know exactly how. Seeing her last night… I mean, it felt like I hadn’t breathed in the two months I hadn’t been within ten feet of her. And when she talked to me, those angry, spiteful words, all I could think was how fucking good it felt to hear her voice again. To hear that endearing way her mouth wraps around words, the bass of her voice.

When she’d touched me, I knew I would go home with her that night. Whatever she said to me, however she said it, it didn’t matter. She’d dug her fingers into her hips and all I could think was that Paige, my Paige, was touching me. 

Because wasn’t that the awful fucking truth of it all? As many times as I’d run away, I’d still ended up in her bed. As many hurtful words as I hurled at her, I’d still let her kiss away the pain. I was hers - and that was fucking that.

I choke on a sob as I burst through the door of my apartment and into my room, falling onto my bed. And I cry.

I cry and I cry and I cry and even as I cry over her, even as my chest heaves with sobs and I can hardly see or breathe from how hard I’m sobbing, I just want her next to me. It just makes me cry harder.

She’ll want nothing to do with me now. I laugh maniacally through my tears at this, bringing my knees to my chest, staring blankly at the wall in front of me. Vaguely, I register banging at the front door. I figure it’s Audrey’s boyfriend, and I don’t move.

Then the door to my room bangs open and I wipe rapidly at my tears.

Paige.

And she’s livid.

“You left,” she spits at me. I open my mouth to respond, partially relieved that she’s here, more exasperated that this fucking cycle is going to repeat itself. “You should know, it’s not very classy to schedule your dick appointments this close to each other,” she sneers. My eyes widen. She’s already on the offensive, and she’s being awful. “Oh, and you’re the expert on that, aren’t you?” I demand, not caring that what she's just said makes no sense to me, rising from the bed to match her energy. My voice is snotty from all my crying, but I puff my chest anyway, crossing my arms.

Paige doesn’t hear a word I say, pacing towards me. “I mean, first Emmett, right? You probably fucked him right before the party last night, didn’t you?”

“Even if I did, that would be none of your fucking business-”

“And then me.”

“I didn’t fuck Emmett-”

“And then whoever the fuck that bitch is-”

“Hang on.”

“Three in one day? No, really, fucking props to you, Ava. You’ve managed to outwhore even me-”

“Paige, you are acting crazy,” I hiss.

“Oh, now I’m crazy? I’m crazy? Maybe I fucking am, you know? For chasing after you when you clearly want nothing to fucking do with me, when you’re obviously ready to jump into bed with the next girl you run into-”

“I didn’t fuck her!” I yell, interrupting her rant. Her eyes are wide as she stares at me.

“Oh, really?” She demands, chest heaving.

I want to laugh at the absurdity of it. Of the fact that she’s standing in front of me, accusing me of doing what she did. Of all of it, because we’re right back where we started, in this fucking apartment where she broke my heart for the first time. 

I fall to the bed, facing her from where I’m sitting at the edge.

I sigh.

“I didn’t sleep with her, Paige,” I say slowly, bracing myself for what I’m about to admit that I know next: “You did.”

[meechlamajor]

PAIGE BUECKERS AS A MOM: HEADCANONS

*Paige and Reader are aged up. Think early-30s, mid 30s*

Adoption, IVF, or Surrogacy?

Well, no matter what, P would love your babies whether they were biologically yours or adopted. But, you wanted to experience pregnancy and the both of you decided to go through with IVF. You definitely weren’t a fan of the painful shots that Paige had to administer, but she was always there to make sure you were as comfortable as possible.

Imagine this: while you showered, Paige washed her hands, got the needle ready, and got out your most comfortable clothes. She’d even ran to the store to get your favorite snacks.

She waited for you while you showered, just sitting on the toilet lid and making simple conversation with you. Paige had grabbed you a warm towel (after a cycle in the dryer) and held it out for you when she heard the water stop.

Wrapping the towel around yourself, you stepped out, already dreading what you knew was coming next. You were more quiet than usual, and Paige already knew what was going on in your head.

She stepped closer to you as you approached the marble her’s and her’s sinks in your bathroom. Paige’s hands cradled your face, she huffed at the tears welling in your eyes. But she wiped them away before they could’ve even fall. “It’ll just be a pinch, and then you’re done my love.”

You whined, “yeah, for like four hours!”

You’d have to receive multiple shots a day for approximately 2 weeks. You wouldn’t say that you regretted the process, but it was definitely rough on you.

Paige leaned down to kiss your forehead, a comforting look on your face. “Take a few deep breaths,” Paige instructed you.

You did as she instructed, running your hands up and down your face. When you ready, which you confirmed with a nod, Paige lifted up the side of your towel, exposing your thigh. She moved fast and pushed down on the plunger of the syringe.

You let out a light moan, squeezing Paige’s bicep in response to the pain. “Good, good girl.”

Girl or boy?

You guys actually have 2 girls and one boy, so both! Your two girls seem to gravitate toward Paige, and your little boy (the baby of the bunch) gravitates toward you. He’s actually your shadow lol.

Even though you carried the babies, you still feel like they look like Paige in some ways. Their bone structure is remarkably similar to Paige’s and their lips as well (Paige got on your nerves your entire pregnancy lol, iykyk).

Names!

I think that Paige would like names that have a lot of meaning to you guys, and she’s not a fan of typical trending names.

Imagine you two are laying down in your bedroom, you on your back and her head resting slightly on your bump.

You hummed, “Ava?”

“That’s cute, but no. I feel like it’s too popular. And don’t suggest anything like River.”

You rolled your eyes, “I wasn’t even going to suggest that!”

“We gotta keep thinking, babe. I’ll be damned if my daughter has the same name as someone else in her class.” Paige remarks and kisses her teeth.

“I Need a Break!”

As all couples experience after having kids, you and Paige want time to yourselves. So you’ll end up sending them off to each of your parents or one of their many, many aunties for what you call a “field trip.”

“Wait, honey bun,” you call after your second daughter. You and Paige were trying to get the kids ready to go with KK. You’d stuffed some toys, an extra change of clothes, and other things into her cute little Dora backpack.

“When do we get to come back home?” Niamh pouted up at you, hugging your leg.

“Baby, you haven’t even left yet.” Honestly, you were a little tickled. “Come on, let’s go see what Mommy’s doing.”

You let her lead you down the hallway to your little boy’s room where Paige was struggling to get a shoe onto his foot. You know how you try to put a shoe on a baby and they just roll their ankle the whole time? Yeah.

“Kairo, please!” Paige begged. Upon your presence, Paige looked up at you, exasperated.

“Hi,” you smiled. “How’s it going?”

She huffed, blowing the bangs that she’d left out of the space buns she was rocking out of her face. You two decided to twin for the day. “You see how it’s going, babe.”

Niamh had run off to Paige, sitting directly in her lap. “Mommy, I want to be just like you.”

The both of you gushed, your hands reaching for Kairo. “Kai babe, let me see your foot please.”

He held it out easily, allowing you to slip the shoe on and fasten the velcro.

Paige’s jaw dropped.

“I’m just that good, baby,” you shrugged. “Don’t hate the player, hate the game.”

You stood up from the carpet, “where’s my first born?”

“Miri’s (short for Mirielle) in her room, doing some puzzles. She’s already good to go.” Paige answered.

Next was her room. You knew that she was good to go, but you wanted to check on her before they left. Ever since her siblings were born you and Paige made sure that Mirielle never felt neglected as the oldest baby.

She sat at her princess play table, finishing a puzzle of Princess Tiana. You peaked around the corner, “ready to go sugar plum?”

Mirielle nodded, “can Auntie KK hurry up? I need a break from you guys.” She took after Paige in the sass department. “All of your forehead kisses get exhausting.”

“Well, I need one more before you go so…”

You guys take quarterly family vacations.

QUARTERLY, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?????? Paige will always put her family first, and loves to treat you guys to fun things if she can!

What is it like on a sick day?

Paige absolutely loses it. Everyone will be on bedrest, and Paige could care less about getting sick too, because she let’s the babies be all over her. They’re having a hard time sleeping. She invites them to sleep with you guys. Paige will spoil them rotten, and she knows it, but she doesn’t care!

Handling bullies.

You guys had tried it all. There were days where Mirielle would be in tears after school because of girls picking on her. You’d gone to the teachers at her school first, administration at her school, and at some point Paige was just ready to pull up on the little girls’ parents.

“Okay babe, what did we say we’re going to do if they pick on you today?” Paige asked as she stood behind Mirielle, brushing her coils into a puff in the middle of her head.

“I’m going to… punch… her? Mommy that doesn’t feel right,�� Mirielle frowned.

Paige really didn’t believe that violence was the answer, but those girls just didn’t seem to listen and she didn’t want Miri to grow up thinking that she wasn’t worthy of respect.

“Well no, you don’t have to punch her, but stand your ground and be firm. If she’s mean to you, it’s okay to defend yourself. Understand?”

Mirielle nodded eagerly.

“But I’m just saying… if she hits you first then…” Paige trailed off with her hands in surrender.

AUTHOR’S NOTE!

this didn’t take as long as i thought it would so hey 😍 but here it is. as you may have noticed, my headcannons don’t have like 15 topics, but that’s because i like to write detailed blurbs, so if you guys want more i can just make another part to this. thanks for reading!

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Me?! Writing for Paige, Caitlin, AND Nika?!?! Never!! But being fr tho my gay ass is probably gonna start writing about these fine ass women .