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Know Better (Paige Bueckers x Fem!reader)

Based on the song Know Better by Kehlani ft. Lil Mo and Vincent Staples

Summary: You and Paige are perfect for each other. You're both busy with your own lives and very different plans after graduation. It was simple, easy. But somewhere along the way, it became more. Even though you both know better.

Pairing: player!Paige Bueckers x player!fem!reader

Warnings: Suggestive content

Word Count: 1.2K

Author's Note: This is just a short head cannon type. I just had the idea from the song but I'll post a part 2 if y'all are interested.

"I got the body of a goddess. You wanna love me right here, right now, just be honest."

You knew you looked good. That was nothing new. Neither were the eyes that followed you as you weaved your way through sweaty bodies to bar.

Ted's was more packed than usual. Apparently your women's basketball team had made a long run before their season ending in the Final Four. You didn't see the point in celebrating a loss, but then again, sports never was your thing.

You finally break through to the bar, and order yourself a drink.

Just as it lands in front of you, a smooth voice comes from behind you. "I got it. And add a Dirty Shirley," an arm reaching over your head, card in hand.

You don't bat an eye, sipping on your cocktail with an appreciative hum.

"Not even a thank you?" The voice chuckles.

You lick your lips, still not turning around. "Why would I say 'thank you'? You bought me a drink because you wanted something, not because I wanted you to."

The voice chuckles again and you refuse to acknowledge the twinge in your stomach.

She slides into the space next to you as the bartender sits down her drink.

You let your eyes drink her in slowly. She's tall, that's your first thought. And she is, probably 6' 0". Your next thought is about how blue her eyes are. Two pretty, sparkling pools, set into an attractive face. She looks familiar, her face scratching some distance part of your brain but you just can't place her.

She's checking you out too, licking her lips slowly. She doesn't flinch when your eyes lock, and your lips twinge. She's bold, you like it.

"See something you like?" Her brow arches, slow smile spreading on her face.

"Yes," You give her a sharp smile. "So did you."

Her head tilts, eyes glinting. "You wanna get out of here?"

"I don't even know your name." Your eyes fall to her untouched Dirty Shirley before looking back up at her, "And you haven't even touched your drink."

You watch her throat bob as she downs the drink. The ice cubes clink against the glass as she sets it on the bar.

"I'm Paige," She murmurs, leaning closer. "And you?"

You finish your drink quickly, "I'm ready. My place, come on."

I grab her wrist, leading her toward the exit. That sexy chuckle rings out behind me again.

"But we're both young and crazy, babe. We don't want none of those issues."

You keep my eyes closed and breathing measured as you listen to the quiet of the room. Paige is still sleeping beside you. Perfect.

You sit up slowly, holding your breath as you slip out of bed. Your body felt pleasantly sore and you were almost a little mournful at the thought of never being able to have this again.

You quietly collect your clothes, only missing your right shoe. You frown, scanning the place back and forth.

" 'S under the desk, left side," Paige's voice was gruff with sleep, and she lets out a deep yawn.

You freeze, slowly looking over at the bed. Paige is sitting up, looking at you with sleepy eyes. There's a smirk on her face, and a slight arch to her brow.

"I only have one question. Why are you sneaking out of your own dorm?" She chuckled.

"Oh. This isn't actually my dorm," You shrug.

She lets out a full laugh at that, "You told me last night this was your place."

You wince slightly, "Yeah.....I did, didn't I? This is my friend's dorm, I'm plant sitting for the weekend."

Paige claps slowly, "The ol' bait and switch."

"The what?" You look up from tying your shoe.

"Bait and switch. I invented that," She says, shrugging nonchalantly.

You scoff, mouth hanging open. "Like hell you did."

You bicker for a moment before voices in the hall make you pause. Paige blinks, "When's your friend supposed to be home?"

You give her wild grin, "Now."

The lock clicks and you dart out of the door, throwing a quick, "Your plants are fine. I'll buy you new sheets," Over your shoulder. Paige's shout and your friend's yelp follows you down the hallway as you laugh.

The next time you and Paige met was at a house party for the end of the school year. Things weren't awkward, like with your usual hookups. She told you she respected your game and you appreciated her honesty.

She came back to your actual dorm that night.

And the next party.

And the one after that.

And the one after that? You went to hers.

"But tonight we might act like we don't know better"

You and Paige weren't exclusive per se. You were single adults and respected each other's right to explore. You never asked, neither did she.

But somehow, Paige became the only number in your phone. The only one you went home with. It wasn't love. Paige was fun, attractive, and comfortable. Most importantly though? Paige could fuck like nobody's business.

Her eyes found yours like she heard you thinking about her.

Her brow arches, eyes flicking to the figure behind you, some guy you had tuned out as soon as he walked over. When her eyes find yours, they're questioning but not jealous. She doesn't need to be.

You shrug and she smirks, turning back to her teammates. You scoff, she could at least have the decency to rescue you.

"Sorry," You cut the guy off with an overly sweet smile, "Not interested."

You push past him, chuckling to yourself at his murmured 'Bitch'.

You make your way to the porch, leaning against the railing. You press an unlit joint to your lips, looking up at the sky.

"You just gon' hold that or what, ma?" Paige riddles up next to you, radiating warmth.

"What took you so long?" You look over at her, eyes twinkling.

"My bad," Paige chuckles. "May I?" She holds up her lighter, flicking it. You hold eye contact as you lean in, letting her light the joint.

"So," She starts as you lean back, "You look like your having fun."

Her tone was casual, eyes teasing. You blow a puff of smoke in her face in retaliation. "Jealous?" You grin, holding out your joint.

"No," She drags her hand over yours slowly as she takes it. She means it. You shiver, pressing closer. The grin stays on her face even as she blows the smoke away.

"Good. You shouldn't be," You know it's immature but you can barely swallow right now.

"I know. You can talk to whoever you want, you're still coming home with me tonight," She shrugs, taking another puff.

"I hate you," You murmur, pressing up on your tip-toes to suck the smoke from her lungs.

The smoke blows from your nose as you kiss her slowly. She still has that infuriating smirk on her face when you part.

"You love me. You love this. And so do I," The words fell from her lips casually despite neither of you saying them before.

You don't bat an eye. "Let's go home." Your finger curls into her belt loop, pulling her toward the fence.

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I still don't see the part 2 to the challenge au (I love the first one I bet the 2nd one is going to be even better)

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I wasn't gonna say anything but well lol first of all, fyi, I’m a BLACK person and some things are really bothering me rn. I'll just say smth: It’s good that WNBA has so many new fans rn. But I also know that many white ppl are watching now bc of some players and that’s fine. I’m not judging cause that’s normal.

I hope you guys know that WNBA is mostly made up of black women too. The WNBA has a history, politics and a lot of activism. That won’t change. I was thinking abt some stuff I’ve been reading lately on twitter, tumblr and ESPECIALLY on tiktok.

I saw a video on tiktok about Nika and her teammate? Saying “save/free her”. And bro. That’s not a joke. It’s always a black player and a white girl who you guys love (and this is NOT a post against Nika since I love her too). Thank god I’m not seeing nothing about aces and kate, but once some ppl think that something weird is happening, then we will see the same thing. White ppl always want to demonize black players. And that’s racism.

Ofc you can disagree with some behaviors, that’s what life is about! But there have been a LOT of speeches in the past few days where Chicago Sky players are as predators and violents. And they’re black people. Like??? You can’t just go around saying that black ppl are violent when this sport is about THAT lol this discourse is extremely racist. You guys see a black woman fighting with a white woman and the first you do is portray the white girl as a poor girl? tf is that man. It’s a fucking sport. They don’t hate each other???? lol its RIVALRY on the court Lmfao pls be frrrrrr. It’s just trash talk. It’s just sport. They DONT hate each other off the court. Leave them alone.

DISCLAIMER: This IS NOT a post against Caitlin, I really like her. But also I’m a BLACK person and that’s my opinion.

Please, educate yourself and stop being a little shit. Thanks!

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I can’t find part two of challengers did it get taken down or something?

Nope! It’s on my page. It has the same title but it says Part 2 up top

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We need more challengers au

Just posted part 2 :) thanks for the support !!

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Challengers AU

Part 2

Word Count: 958

Warning: Suggestive content, drinking, language, and cheating/cheating implications, 

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"Cheese!" I hold up the girl's phone and wrap your arm around her, leaning in close. I snap the picture of us before handing the phone back. 

She clutches the phone to her chest and grins at me, "Thank you so much!" 

"No problem," I grin back at her. 

I wave at her as she walks away before turning back to the bar. I pick up my drink and take a deep drink, sighing. 

The team decided to head to a bar to celebrate our win tonight, but I just wanted to go home. I scan the bar, spotting the rest of the team spread all over the bar. The majority of the team is on the dance floor, hopping around drunkenly and yelling. I chuckle at them, shaking my head. 

Cassie, the team's guard, comes over to me. She throws an arm over my shoulders, and I cringe lightly at the sweat dripping off her. She takes my drink out of my hand and tosses it back. She swipes the back of her hand over her mouth, grinning at me, "Thanks."

I roll my eyes, elbowing her in the ribs. "You're a jerk."

She shrugs, smirking at me. We break out laughing together. "So, why aren't you celebrating with us?"

"I'm here, aren't I?" I smirk at her.

Cassie only raises a brow at me. I turn, flagging down the bartender to avoid her stare. I order two shots of vodka each, downing my first one and wincing. 

"You and Mack fighting again?" She asks. 

I chuckle bitterly and take my second shot. "When aren't we these days?"

"Why don't you just break up with her?" She frowns, leaning on the bar.

I shrug, staring down at the bar. Being with Mackenzie was fun at first, easy. Our schedules lined up perfectly since we were teammates, and even though we both played ball, being with Mackenzie felt like a break from all the stress. Somewhere along the way that easy love we had changed. 

"We love each other," I tell Cassie tonelessly. 

I hear her scoff. "Yeah, she looks like she reallyyyy loves you."

I look over my shoulder, following her gaze. Mack is wrapped around some girl, whispering in her ear while she giggles. I frown, feeling a spark of annoyance. "She could at least have the decency to take her back to the hotel instead of doing it where anyone could see."

Cassie looks at me incredulously. "Right....sounds like true love to me," She mutters before tossing back her shots. 

"Fuck her, come dance with the rest of us." She grabs my wrist, tugging me toward the dance floor. I chuckle and follow her. The team cheers when I join them, and I laugh at their enthusiasm.

I spend the next few songs dancing and singing with my girls. Eventually, I make my way back to the bar, covered in a light sheen of sweat and giggling. I order a Shirley Temple and take a seat on the stool. 

"Hey," I hear a soft voice from behind me. 

I turn toward the voice. "Hi," I smile at the two girls. They were both tall, one blonde and the other brunette. They looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite remember past the haze of liquor in my system. 

"We saw you play tonight. You were incredible." The dark-haired one says. 

I grin at her, "That's so sweet! Thank you so much! Did you want a picture?"

She smirks at me. "Yeah, that would be great. Take our picture, Paige?" She hands her phone to the blonde, who scoffs and takes the device. 

I get up, standing next to the brunette. She wraps an arm around my waist, palm landing on the exposed skin. I shiver at the warmth of her hand and lean into her tall frame. I smile widely at the camera, waiting for 'Paige' to take the picture. 

Once she takes it, I step back, instantly missing the girl's warmth. The blonde smiles at me slyly, "Can I get one too?"

I nod and take a picture with her as well. "Thanks for your support, I appreciate it. Are you guys big basketball fans?" 

The two girls share a look between themselves, smirking. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." The blonde one says, and they both laugh. 

I squint at them, trying to figure out what's so funny. That itch at the back of my brain grows, and I can't shake the feeling of familiarity. "Do I know you guys from somewhere?"

They laugh again. "Paige Bueckers." The blonde one says. 

"And I'm Caitlin Clark." The brunette chimes in. 

That cuts through my brain fog instantly. I slap a hand to my face and groan. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I swear I know who you guys are. I'm just a little-" I trail off chuckling. 

"S'okay ma." Paige grinned at me. 

I bit my lip and nodded. "So you liked the game, huh?"

They both nod. "You were really good." Caitlin smiled at me. 

"High praise coming from college basketball's best shooter," I smirk at her. 

Caitlin moves closer, stopping an arm's length away to lean on the bar in front of me. She grins smugly at me, "You think so?" 

"That's what the stats say." I chuckle. 

Paige scoffs and mumbles, "I could take her."

Caitlin turns to her with an incredulous expression. They start bickering about their stats and who's the better shooter. "Ladies, ladies, you're both pretty," I chuckle.

"So," I bite my lip, looking between the girls and leaning back against the bar. "What brings you two here tonight? And together at that?"

.........To be continued

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the challengers au with paige and caitlin is EVERYTHING OMG!!!

Thank you! I’m hoping make 3-5 parts?? Idk but yeah :). Feel free to let me know if there’s anything specific you guys wanna see

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Challengers AU

Summary: You felt like you were on top of the world. Suddenly, it felt like your world flipped upside down. Torn between love for your sport and choosing the love of your life, you don't know what's up or down. AKA, a Challengers-esque AU but with basketball instead of tennis. 

Part 1

Pairings: You x OC; eventual You x Paige x Caitlin

Warnings: None (?), swearing, slightly toxic dynamics (?)

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Second Person POV

Life was great. Your team won last year's NCAA championship, and against all odds, you guys were headed into this year's Sweet Sixteen. 

Life was great. You're going into your senior year, your last year of playing with your favorite people. You've gotten close to all the girls on the team, and they've essentially become your sisters. You're favorite, above all, was your girlfriend, Mackenzie. 

Life was great, and it was about to get even better. You and Mackenzie were talking to several WBNA, and both of you were slated to be within the top five picks. You guys may end up across the country from each other, but you'd make it work because this was your dream.

Life was great. So why the hell did it feel like a lie every time you said it?

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First Person POV

I hop around lightly, bopping my head to the music blaring from my earbuds. I shake out my arms, pulling them across my chest to stretch. I sat on the locker room bench, dropping my head and closing my eyes to focus on breathing. I could feel a presence sitting next to me, but I ignored them until I finished my exercises. 

I open my eyes and pull out my earbuds, looking toward the new presence. When I see it's Mackenzie, I smile slightly, "Hey you."

"You alright?" She asks, nudging our knees together. 

I soften, nodding, "Just nervous, I guess." I shrug. 

Mackenzie scoffs, "Unlike me, this isn't your first Team US selection." Her tone sounds joking, but it still has that underlying bitterness I've come to associate with our conversations. I ignore it and shrug.

"Selection doesn't mean anything if you can't bring home a win," I tell her, frowning. 

"Would you relax? This is only for gold medals and participation trophies." She snaps at me. 

I roll my eyes, standing. "Can you just leave? I need to focus."

Mackenzie scoffs and turns to leave, mumbling under her breath. I ignore her, which seems to be a theme these days, and return to stretching. I stay like that until Coach comes to collect us. I don't acknowledge Mackenzie as we begin walking toward the tunnel, my mind only on the game that's about to happen. 

I jog out of the tunnel when I hear my name called. I wave to the crowds in the stands, then run down the line, slapping hands with my teammates. I join the line, greeting the rest of my teammates. Once the introductions are finished, I get into position for tip-off. 

Tying my hair back and getting low, I watch intently as the ref tosses the ball into the air. I grin as the ball is batted in my direction, catching it and taking off toward the basket. 

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 Third Person POV

Caitlin and Paige sat side by side, watching the game. When they heard you were selected for the team, they knew they had to get tickets. You were everything they wanted to be as a basketball player, not to mention you were fucking hot. 

"Dude fucking look at her go," Paige nudged Caitlin, pointing toward where you just made a tough layup. 

Caitlin nudged her back, "I see her," She mumbled, not taking her eyes off you. 

In fact, neither one of them had taken their eyes off you since you came out of the tunnel. You were magnetic, electric, and just plain fun to watch. The entire stadium seemed to roar for you, and you basked in the attention readily, sending winks and kisses into the crowd. 

Only one thought was going through their mind as they watched you: I have to have her.

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Alright, so this is the intro to the fic I posted about yesterday. Let me know what you guys are thinking.

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Imagining a Challengers AU where reader is Tashi, Paige is Patrick, and Caitlin is Art.

Maybe you’re even dating someone else so Paige and Caitlin team up. They agree to share you as long as they get you away from whoever the hell your current partner is.

…….hmmmm

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NSFW Headcannons for P.B.

The brain rot is back, and I have more ideas. I've been seeing a lot of Paige fics, but most of it usually cuts before Paige gets any reciprocation. So! Here are some blurbs featuring just that with top and bottom Paige :)

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Dom! Paige 

She's cocky. Like REALLY cocky. Whenever she's having a good night on the court, she'll look for you in the crowd and give you a smirk with low eyes. You just know you're in for a long night. 

She doesn't ask for praise, no, she makes you tell her how good she is. 

If you aren't verbalizing exactly how good she is, she'll stop whatever she's doing. She doesn't care how fucked out you are

"I asked you a question baby, I expect an answer."

Paige loves you on your knees. She loves the way you look when you're looking up at her, her slick painted all over your mouth and chin.

She'd let you fuck her, talking you through it the whole time. You love how her voice gets breathy, and moans break up her sentence. 

"Yeah...mhm..fuck, just like that, ma." She'd pant out.

She doesn't mind using a strap, but she prefers her mouth and fingers because she can actually feel you cum.

Away games are the best. You can't keep your hands off Paige, and show her just how much you miss her. 

She'll let you top her because she thinks it's funny. She wants to see how far you can get before you have to ask for guidance. 

She'll look at you with a smirk and that arrogant little glint in her eye. "I thought you wanted to be in charge tonight, hm?"

Paige's favorite thing to do is overstimulate you. She has a running count for the most she's made you cum in one night. 

Sub! Paige

This Paige lovessss praise too, but in a very different way. She's shy and almost insecure with everything, so she looks to you for reassurance

"Is this okay? Does it feel good?" She'll ask, eyes wide and scanning over you for any reactions

She blushes for practically everything.

She's whining before you even touch her, and she's never able to keep still. 

"Please. Please, baby, I need you." 

Paige is so shy, she tries to hide her noises by biting her lip or putting her face in the pillows. 

You don't let her hide for long, wanting to hear the effect you have on her.

When the team agrees Paige tops you she gets all cocky, telling them that it's true.

You have her apologizing before the night's out.

" "M sorry. Didn't mean it," She'll slur out after being edged so many times.

She wants to try the strap for herself, but she's too shy to tell you. You eventually find out and make her ask

"Course baby lay back and let me take care of you," You chuckle, pulling it on.

She looks so good taking it and she makes sounds you've never heard from her before. You guys get noise complaints whenever you use it on her. 

One night, you hook your fingers in her mouth to get her to quiet down, and she immediately loves it. From then on, you stuff her mouth anytime you fuck her. 

She'll beg to touch you to keep herself grounded. When you let her, you'll have bruises/bite marks/scratches for days. 

Hope you guys like it! If you want more or have any ideas, let me know. I set up a request box :)

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Blurbs for Paige Bueckers x Caitlin Clark x You

So, I've been going a little feral over certain WBB players, so these are some blurbs I've had stuck in my head. If you guys want, I'll turn it into a two-parter fic. 

PLEASE DONT STEAL (or at least ask first, please)

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It started with you and Caitlin at a bar with friends. Your friends were giggling over a Paige edit, talking about how attractive the UConn star was. They asked your opinion, and you agreed easily, not thinking much of it past the haze of tequila shots you were in. Caitlin was less than enthused. 

On your way home, she grills you about your thoughts on Paige. You brush her off, giggling. 

When you get home, Caitlin is all over you. She's rough and fast, like a post-game loss. 

When you tell her to slow down, she immediately replies, "You think Paige would fuck you nice and slow, hm? Is that it?" 

You jolt back in surprise, "Cait, wh-" 

She doesn't let you finish before she's on you again. 

Caitlin makes quips about Paige throughout the night. Saying things like, "You think her fingers would reach this deep?" and "Who's fucking you like this? Say my name, baby,"

You're shaking and crying from overstimulation by the time she's finished. 

Once things have calmed down, you reassure her that she's the only one you want. She tells you she knows and apologizes if she was too rough. You tell her you enjoyed yourself and wouldn't mind doing it again.

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Pt. 2: +Paige 

Caitlin tells you Paige is spending a few days with you for winter break. You agree, completely forgetting about the incident from a couple of weeks ago. 

You had met Paige a few times, and you liked her a lot. She reminded you of Caitlin in a lot of ways. She was a smart, beautiful, and funny girl who turned into a 6 ft beast when she got a basketball in her hands. It was hot, and in Caitlin's case, made you drip. (In Paige's case, too, if you were being honest). 

When Paige got there, you guys settled for a chill night in. Paige and Caitlin let you decide on the movie, so you chose a Twilight marathon (you found it pretty fitting). 

Halfway through "New Moon," Caitlin volunteered to refill the snacks. You get up to help her but get pulled into Paige's lap instead. Things quickly go downhill from there. 

By the time Caitlin comes back, Paige's hand is high on your inner thigh, and you're blushing up a storm. Caitlin scoffs at the sight. "I thought you were supposed to be the 'Ultimate Rizzler,' Bueckers."

They spend the rest of the night taking turns with you, trying to one-up each other. You can barely remember your name by the time they're done.

Bonus: 

Warning- Mommy and daddy kink

"You wanna tell Paige the special name you have for me, baby?" Caitlin asks you with two fingers stuffed in your mouth. 

You whimper around her fingers, blushing. 

"Come on, be good for me and tell her," Caitlin says, taking her fingers out of your mouth and wrapping her hand around your neck instead. 

"M-mommy," You stutter out. 

"That's cute, ma. Does that make me daddy?" Paige asks, grinning up at you from between your legs. 

You whine, keening. "P-Paige, please,"

"Ah, ah, ah." She tuts, stopping her fingers. "That's not my name, is it baby?"

"Daddy...." You say, blushing. Caitlin and Paige share a look before looking down at you. You shiver, knowing it means you're in for a long night. 

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So I’m not quite sure how to post stories on here yet, but I’m in the process of writing a gf!readerxtara if anyone is interested. I’m gonna post the link to the Ao3 version and if anyone would like to leave tips on how to work this, it would be much appreciated.