Situationship(s)

Obsessed. ✷ Paige Bueckers

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Gf!reader

Summary: You’re obsessed with your girlfriend’s biceps!

Word Count: 400+ words

Disclaimer/s: none! just fluff :3

Vera’s Voice! very short but a whole lotta gay, thank you. ENJOY!!!!! Smirk. # I love my girlfriend

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the TV flickering against the walls. You weren’t really paying attention to the movie, though—not when Paige was lying beside you in nothing but a sports bra and sweatpants, her arm resting lazily across your waist.

You traced slow circles over her skin, your fingertips brushing the firm muscle of her bicep. You could feel it shift slightly whenever she moved, the definition unmistakable even in the relaxed way she held herself.

“You good?” Paige murmured, her voice low and amused.

“Mhm,” You hummed, letting your palm smooth over her arm. “Just admiring.”

Paige huffed out a quiet laugh, turning her head to look at you. “Admiring what, exactly?”

You squeezed lightly around the muscle, as if to make a point. “These,” you said simply, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

Paige rolled her eyes, but there was a smile tugging at her lips. “You’re so weird.”

You grinned, tilting your chin up to look at her. “Not my fault,” You chimed. “It’s unfairly hot.”

She gave a little shake of her head, but she didn’t stop you when you continued running your hands along her arm, mapping the shape of it with quiet fascination.

After a moment, a thought crossed your mind, and you sat up a little, reaching toward your nightstand.

Paige lifted a brow, watching as you rummaged through the drawer. “What are you doing?”

You pulled out a ribbon, soft and slightly worn from the countless times you’d tied it into your hair.

Twisting back toward her, you dangled it in front of her face with a mischievous look.

“I wanna try something,” You said.

Paige eyed the ribbon, then you, a slow smirk curving her lips. “Should I be concerned?”

You shook your head, looping the ribbon around the peak of her bicep and tying it into a neat little bow. “Okay,” you said, leaning back to admire your work.

“Now flex.”

Paige let out a quiet chuckle but did as you asked, raising her arm and tightening the muscle beneath the ribbon.

For a second, it held—but then, with a sharp snap, the fabric split apart, falling to the sheets.

You blinked, staring at it. Paige, meanwhile, had thrown her head back in laughter, shaking her head at you.

“Did you think that was gonna hold?” She teased.

You looked between her and the broken ribbon, “That..” You let out a breathless laugh of your own. “That was.. oh wow.”

Paige grinned, tugging you back down beside her, her arm wrapping around you again with ease. “Obsessed, much?”

You nuzzled into her, smiling against her shoulder. “Obviously,” You mumbled, your fingers finding their way back to her arm.

“Now flex again.”

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Prologue + Authors Note

 Have you ever had that feeling where certain faces and places feel all too familiar, like you've been there before?

       Your present mind doesn't know what's going on, but your body does. Your heart reacts to someone you've never met, and the walk down a different path in a new town brings a small ping of familiarity. Different people bring you serenity,  like you’ve known them, shared memories, stories, jokes, food, etc.

      So if I’ve never been here before... with her... why does my heart feel like it's pounding against my chest, seconds away from beating out of my chest...

...right into her hands...

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     It’s January, the year has just started and snow swirls in the crisp are, yet the atmosfear feels a bit rocky. My sister is driving, humming her new song of the week, a classic Sabrina song, Juno. One of my favorites, but I can’t focus on the lyrics. My head is pounding as we drive to the hospital for my bi-monthly check-up. About 3 years ago, I was in an accident. I vaguely remember what happened, but I remember driving from an event and a truck ramming into me.

     I remember a horrid crunch and then nothing, absolute blackness. 

 When I came to, there was a girl by my side, not my sister or our aunt. She was beautiful, with tan skin, tattoos on her arms, and one on her neck. She had tears in her eyes, she looked...

.broken.

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hiii guys omggg my first book after literal years (like magcon era ew). Let me know what y'all think 💋

 ps. I’m gonna add spanish here and there, if my wonderful friends decide to help me :3.

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AFTER THE STORM

camp counselor!Paige x camp counselor!reader In which reader is forced to spend a summer bunking up with Paige Bueckers, very quickly realising how annoyingly charming she seemed to be, having everyone else wrapped around her finger. But as time goes on, Paige seems to grow on the reader - all culminating in a shared night in a cozy tent and forced proximity.

Warnings: smut (oral & fingering, outdoors), language, enemies to lovers, plot Wordcount: 8.2K A/C: enjoy this while i work on the next parts of So It Goes :) have a good summer everyone!

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The very first moment you met Paige Bueckers you knew you didn’t like her. You didn’t like much of anything about this situation you’d been forced in. Summer spent amongst pine trees and mosquitoes, looking after preteens was a far call from the hopes of parties and yachts. The three rowboats on the lake could not make up for that. But for the sake of your scholarship for college, you were willing to sacrifice a lot. Even your entire summer.

You’ll give it to her, she was disarming - that lopsided grin and those sparkling blue eyes. She had everyone wrapped around your finger, making the group of college kids easily laugh with her sarcastic comments as the supervisor was offering a safety briefing to all the counselors on the night before what would be a long month.

“Kids aren’t allowed any sharp objects in their cabins-”

“Oh, shoot, there goes my plan with these knives I brought with me,” Paige groans jokingly and begins to dig through her backpack. A chorus of laughter and chuckling fills the room, making the blonde girl smile to herself arrogantly. Like she was expecting it. You didn’t like that. She tried too hard for your liking

What you liked less was when you found that you would be sharing a room for the next four weeks with her. 

“And you two will be staying in this one,” the supervisor unlocks an oak door into a wooden cabin divided into multiple rooms. You stand behind Paige, who’s already peeking inside, heaving her bags onto the table.

As you struggle up the front steps with the overpacked suitcase, the blonde is quick to hurry to you, wordlessly snatching the bag from your hands and carrying it up. The muscles of her arms and back are carved in the moonlight as you follow annoyed. You could’ve easily gotten them up the stairs yourself. Besides, she could’ve asked. Could’ve introduced herself. But she seemed to have introduced herself to everyone but you.

“You know I coulda got that,” you say as the wind slams the door shut behind you. It might’ve been summer but not quite as warm as you hoped for. Although, maybe it was a blessing. This cabin did not seem to have AC.

“Sure princess,” Paige mumbles, the unwelcomed nickname only egging you on further. Who does she think she is?

You follow with your arms crossed as Paige looks around the small, dim room, checking every nook and drawer. It smells like pine and summer, but also a hint of a cologne that must be coming from the girl. She seems to be looking everywhere but at you, blue eyes scanning around. There’s a gnawing in your stomach, a twist. You wish she would at least look at you. I mean it’s the polite thing to do.

“Top or bottom?”

Your brows raise in shock as you take in her words. “Huh?”

She lets out a dry laugh that reminds you of the boys at frat parties, heaving her back onto the top bunk. She seemed to have decided for herself. Ignoring her, you grab some pajamas from your bag and hurry into the bathroom. It was time to wash the day off and prepare for the early morning tomorrow, for when the kids would arrive. 

But as you open the bathroom door, your toiletry bag crashes to the floor with a loud slam. There’s a spider, roaming all over the sink, easily the size of your fist.

“You okay?” Paige is quick to get up and peek from behind your shoulder to find what’s got you so distressed. Turning around, you bury your face into your hands to try and shake the image out of your head. You hated spiders.

“Spider,” is all you can muster up, walking out of the bathroom. The blonde lets out a chuckle, watching you closely.

“Dude, it’s just a bug,” she laughs. You notice she’s taken off her shirt, now in only a pair of basketball shorts and a sports bra. To your surprise her arms seem to be big and strong, shoulders much wider than you expected. Realising your staring, your eyes flutter away as your cheeks turn red.

“Why is there a spider in the bathroom?” You groan.

Paige chuckles. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. This ain’t the last spider you’re gonna see.”

With a chill you let out a heavy sigh, your head spinning. The blonde looks at you, grabs a magazine and a cup and returns to the bathroom. “I got it,” she mumbles, small squeals coming out of her mouth as she takes the spider outside.

You hated it. She just called you a princess not more than 15 minutes ago and already you were proving her right. It’s true that you were more of a city girl, but this annoying stranger you were forced to spend your summer with didn’t have to know that.

“All done princess,” she grins as she enters the cabin, closing the door behind her. You want to tell her to stop calling you that, but somehow you knew it would only encourage her.

Rolling your eyes, you pull out your phone and curl into bed. No Wifi. Great. Curling to your side, you bury your face into the flat pillow. This would be a long month.

Little did you know it only got worse.  

Within the first week you were enlightened to the fact that you were more of a city girl than you ever realised. Paige, to your demise, seemed to have picked up on this very faster than you. The blonde seemed to find every moment to point this out - not with words necessarily but with that smug grin and always offering her help when she saw you struggling. You knew it wasn’t out of kindness. She liked how humiliated you felt. How your ears turned burning red at the nicknames, and how you huffed when she asked that God forbidden question.

“You need some help, princess?” 

You’re standing in the middle of what the others called a “path” in the woods, winding in two different directions. One leading to the lake, the other to the cabins. The tall trees surrounded you, every rock looked the same. Truthfully, you had no idea which direction to take and the sleep deprivation wasn’t helping.

Turns out the woods were loud, even at night. The birds woke up inhumanely early and of course, Paige snored. Not loudly, but enough to keep you up. On top of everything, you had a surprise intervention at 3am the previous night with a group of girls who had decided to sneak out and go for a night swim. All you wanted was to get to your cabin and go to sleep on your thin, uncomfortable bed.

“Are you following me?” You huff frustratedly, watching Paige swat her leg at a mosquito. She lets out a hearty laugh, walking past you without answering.

“Hello? I’m talking to you,” you repeat, crossing your arms over your chest. She turns around to face you. that oh so familiar grin on her face that said she’s got you right where she wanted - frustrated.

“I heard,” she answers, raising her brows. “You look lost.”

“I’m not.” A complete lie. 

“Suit yourself,” she grins, pulling up her hood and striding towards the path curving right.

“Where are you going?” You ask, thinking of any sneaky way you could figure out which was the right path to the cabins. 

“To the lake,” Paige shrugs. “Kids wanna go rowing so I’ma take them.”

“After last night?” You exclaim. Another problem you had ran into - you and Paige had entirely different counseling styles, forcing you to be the fussy, strict one allowing her to be the fun one. All the kids adored her, basically ran after like puppies to get to spend time with her. Much like the other counselors. You weren’t buying the act though.

“Whatchu mean?”

You roll your eyes. “They sneaked out and you’re rewarding them?”

“Oh trust, there was nothing rewarding about that speech you gave em,” she groans.

“Paige!” You complain, “seriously?”

”Oh come on,” she grins, nodding her head towards the direction of the lake. ”Come with us.”

”No thank you,” you groan without even considering, and turn to the path on the left hoping it’ll take you to the cabins.

”Fine, go mope around like you have all week,” Paige yells after you, Frustrated, you stomp all the way to the door of your shared room, fuming. She’s so infuriating. Worst of all, she is so damn charming she had everybody wrapped around her fingers. 

You slam the door behind yourself, throwing yourself onto the bed, hitting your toe on the frame. Groaning out loud, a sharp pain shoots through your body only angering you more. Every little word she said made you livid. You couldn’t stop thinking about it. Her hoarse voice, that laugh, those blue eyes. Paige Bueckers made you furious.

But you couldn’t let her win. No way. She doesn’t get to. How dare she suggest you’ve been moping around? Changing into a bikini and throwing a pair of denim shorts and a sweater on you hurry out. That’ll show her.

Before thinking it through, you’re jogging through the woods towards the lake (or at least you hoped so). The smell of the water hit you first, and you knew you were close when you heard Paige making the group of kids laugh on the shore, helping them push two row boats into the water.

”Don’t forget your life vests,” you remind the group as you emerge from the woods, swatting mosquitoes off your arms. ”And I brought bug spray.”

To your shock Paige’s eyes widen, and then sparkle excitedly in the late afternoon sun, still warm on your skin.

”Yeah, she’s right. Go get the vests y’all,” Paige smiles, pointing the kids to the sheds. She’s left standing in the shallow water, holding onto the rowboats.

”You came,” she says with a tone of surprise.

You walk by her, shoulder touching hers as you do. An immediate spark, felt by you both according to the way your eyes meet for just a moment.

”I’m not moping,” you tell her matter of factly, and hop into the rowboat. Leaving the girl grinning, the kids pile into them as well. Paige takes a seat next to you in the middle and grabs the rows.

”You wanna try?” She asks you, offering them to you. ”I can teach you.”

”What makes you think I don’t know how to row?”

She looks you up and down, meeting your eyes. ”I can tell.”

”How?” You ask as she begins to row the boat toward deeper waters, taking her time. You can’t ignore the way her jaw clenches, and how the muscles on her arms grow more prominent as she does so. You’re not sure why it made your stomach stir.

”I just can tell you didn’t grow up on a lake,” she says like it means something else but you’re not sure what. Either way, you’re a little offended. Though she’s right.

”I’m more of a pool girl,” you admit, reaching over and running your fingers along the water. It’s surprisingly cold, goosebumps rising on your skin as result. Or maybe because your bare leg brushes against Paige’s.

”’Course you did princess.”

Before you can protest the nickname, the three boys in your boat point at the girls, about 10 feet ahead.

”Paige!! They’re winning!!” One of them, Caleb, complains.

”We’re so cooked, we’re losing,” the other groans, shaking his head.

The girls in the second boat giggle, waving at us. You laugh too, noticing a spark in Paige’s eye.

”Ain’t no way,” she chuckles, beginning to row furiously. ”That I’m losing to some ten year olds!”

Her voice echoes around the lake, making the girls squeal and row more furiously. 

”We’re twelve!”

”Big difference!” You yell after them as you gain speed, Paige huffing and sweat trickling down her neck as she rows faster.

-

”I can’t believe we lost,” Caleb mumbles, jumping off the boat back onto the shore. You’re still sitting on the boat as Paige pulls it onto the sand and offers you a hand to help you out. Stubborn as you are, you ignore it, jumping out without help and nearly falling face first into the water. Cheeks red, you watch that stupid arrogant grin spread onto the blonde’s face once more.

The sun has begun to set, painting the sky orange and pink. But the kids seem far from tired, splashing the water all over each other.

“Can we swim just for a bit. Pleaseeeee,” One of the kids, Clara, pleads with you and Paige. Glancing at each other, the blonde pulls off her hoodie to reveal a black bikini top underneath.

“I could go for a swim, I’m sweaty as fuck- oh I mean frick.”

The kids all laugh, and for the first time in a week you chuckle too. This seems to take the blonde by surprise, but she doesn’t comment or push. Simply looks at you.

“Okay, go swim,” you smile. “But shower after everyone. I don’t wanna find beds full of sand.”

With laughter, the kids run in the water, taking turns jumping off the pier. Paige does too, taking turns throwing them into the lake. You watch the horizon as the sun sets, the golden light engraving the memory into your brain. Paige’s hair dripping water down her muscular back, the black swim trunks hanging low on her hips.

Suddenly the blonde is walking towards you, holding her long arms out. By the smile on her face you can already tell what she’s thinking.

“Nuh uh, not happening,” you shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest.

“C’mon, live a little,” she complains. “I thought you weren’t moping hm?”

That does it. In seconds, you’ve pulled off your clothes and are walking on the pier in your pink bikini with the blonde at your heels.

“Look! Look!” Ryan, one of the boys screams before doing a backflip into the water. You laugh, dipping your toes in. 

“It’s so cold,” you whine. “And murky, what if there’s sharks. Or big fish.”

But as you turn to Paige, you notice her blue eyes scanning your body, and you swear she was staring at your ass. You must’ve imagined it.

“Paige?”

“Uh- what? Uh sharks. No sharks,” she mumbles, quickly averting her eyes.

“I dunno, it’s cold,” you complain.

“As frick?” Caleb asks. Everyone laughs.

“You can swim right?” Paige asks.

“Of course I can sw-”

Before you can finish your sentence, her clammy hands have pushed you in. The shock of the water hits you, but it’s not nearly as cold as you thought it would be. Rising back above the surface, you hear laughter surrounding you.

“I’m gonna kill you Bueckers,” you scream, brushing your wet hair back.

“Oh bet,” she chuckles before jumping after you, causing a big splash which wets your face again.

“Oh my gosh,” you squeal, wiping your face. Beginning to swim towards the shore, Paige follows after you, splashing you with water. “Stop!”

“Make me,” she grins. You splash her too, but she dodges. Frustrated, you do it again and this time it hits her face perfectly. As you’re about to slam the water again, she dives into the murky water, disappearing from sight.

You look around for any sign of Paige, only to let out a scream when her big hands come to your waist, surprising you and squeezing.

“Stop,” you giggle, your toes finally reaching the sandy floor.

“Tell me I win,” she smirks, tickling your sides.

Laughing, you push her by her chest but she won’t budge. She’s far too strong, holding onto you with ease.

“Okay, fine, fine, you win,” you say breathlessly, and she finally stops squeezing your sensitive sides. Her hands however linger for longer than necessary, running down to your hips before letting go, leaving you tingling.

“You,” you start, still trying to catch your breath. “Are the most annoying person I ever met.”

“I’ll take it,” she shrugs easily.

-

Slowly, as time went on you learned to tolerate Paige. You bickered like an old married couple, sure. She really knew how to push your buttons, getting some sort of sick satisfaction from getting on your nerves. It’s not like you liked her, but you were starting to see why she had everyone so charmed.

“How much longer?” One of the girls complains, swinging her water bottle. 

“Ana, we’ve been walking for twenty minutes,” Jess, one of the other counselors laughs. Today’s activity was a hike, which had not been a hit with the kids. The point was for them to identify as many plants, bugs, birds and trees as they could on the way up the mountain trail. 

“Can we take a break?” Caleb whines, walking beside Paige and holding a stick.

“I had a lil more faith in y’all,” Paige chuckles ruffling the young boy’s hair affectionately. You walk a little behind, eyes on the blonde’s low ponytail swinging in the breeze. It was the perfect day for a hike. A little cloudy, the sun peeking out here and there to greet yoy just to disappear again. 

Falling behind a little bit, you hurry toward the girl, eyes locked on her when, as if out of nowhere, a thick root emerges from the ground and as result you take a misstep.

“Ow!” A yelp leaves your lips, making everyone snap their heads toward your direction. A sharp pain makes your eyes squeeze shut, as you hop onto a large rock, hissing with pain each time you put any weight on your right ankle.

“You okay?” Paige is the first to ask, rushing over. She kneels in front of you, brows furrowed and eyes full of concern.

“Yeah,” you hiss, though the pain persists. The girl holds your ankle with caring hands, moving it around until a sharp jolt shoots through your body and you yelp once more. 

“She rolled her ankle,” she tells the others as you attempt to stand back up.

“I’m fine,” you mumble stubbornly, but immediately stumble trying to put weight on it. Paige grabs hold of you. Great. Not only would you not be able to hike, but there was no way you were making it back on your own.

“I’ma take her back,” Paige asks as if reading your mind, without consulting you. As always.

Some of the kids let out disappointed groans. Paige was definitely the favourite even with the kids.

“No,” you resist, sitting back down on the rock. “I’ll wait here. It’s fine.”

Paige snorts, shaking her head. “It’s an eight hour hike. Prolly closer to ten with these ones. I’m taking you back.”

“But-”

“I’m taking you back. End of story.”

And that’s the conversation done. You could see it in her eyes, determined and feisty. Without asking, she wraps your arm around her shoulders, helping you up. The blush on your cheeks forces your eyes to flicker down, not needing her to see the effect her touch had on you. Her skin felt smooth and sticky with sunscreen, arms strong as you both wave bye to the group.

“That better?” She asks, her fingers digging into your side. With each step she carries your weight, bringing relief to your ankle that was beginning to swell.

“Yeah, thanks,” you mumble, embarrassed. You feel awkward and clumsy, pressed into her side like this. It was the damn woods. It was bringing out the worst in you. Part of you wished you had met Paige back home, where you were graceful and pleasant. Not here, amongst the mosquitoes and the pine trees and the spiders and no wifi. It made you irritated and moody. It felt bothersome that she couldn’t see you in your element, just as charming as she was. Though you weren’t sure why it bothered you so much.

“You don’t like the woods much huh?” She asks, helping you limp down the trail slow as snails.

“Nope,” you hiss, wanting to curse every single tree and rock in this entire forest.

Paige chuckles, her blue eyes boring into you. “Then why’d you even come here if you’re so miserable?”

Feeling bashful under her gaze, you had no other chance but to be honest. “My scholarship. It was either this or picking up trash. Guess I picked wrong.”

“Oh it’s not that bad,” she says. “You got to meet me.”

“How could I forget,” you answer dryly, making Paige laugh. 

“I’m not that bad,” she mumbles, smiling down at you. The limping was becoming increasingly difficult, even the lightest step making you hiss in pain.

“Hurts that much huh?” She asks. You merely nod, trying to focus on the destination rather than how long the trip down would take. “Alright, c’mon.”

With that, she scoops you up into her arms like you weigh nothing. Butterflies erupt deep in your abdomen, your arm wrapping around the back of her neck.

“Paige,” you complain. “I weigh too much.”

“You’re kidding, have some faith in me,” she laughs, carrying you down the trail with ease. “Light as a feather.”

The rest of the way you spend in silence, only interrupted by the birds fluttering from one tree to another, chirping as they do. Most of it because you’re unable to talk, far too flustered and confused by the feelings stirring inside you as she carries you in her strong, sure arms all the way to your shared room.

“There you go princess,” her breath is hot, tickling in your neck as she lowers you onto the bed, so carefully as if you’re made of porcelain. 

“Thank you Paige,” you murmur, watching closely as she fusses around you. Suddenly your ankle is raised on two pillows and her hoodie, a bag of ice pressed onto the swollen muscle. The condensation drips down your leg, onto her clothes. But she doesn’t seem to mind, bringing you water and a can of Sprite.

“Paige, I’m good,” you stop her as she keeps fluffing the pillows and checking on your ankle. “You’ve done too much.”

“Does it hurt?” She asks, face filled with concern.

“Not really,” you mumble, leaning back on the bed. “Just a little sore.”

“You need anything? More water? Another pillow? A snac-”

“Paige. I’m good. Sit your ass down,” you say sternly. Before you think of it further, you pat the space next to you on the bed, just barely enough space for the girl. She, however, doesn’t hesitate, carefully scooting onto the mattress. She’s so close to you, your legs and arms are pressed against one another. You wonder if she feels it too. The tingling, the electricity.

“You sure it doesn’t hurt?” She asks, turning her blue eyes to you. Your faces are merely inches apart, her breath smelling like mint from the gum she’s been chewing.

“I’m sure,” you whisper, your voice surprisingly shaky. “Thank you.”

Paige grins, but not in that arrogant way that irked you. No, this was more genuine, meaningful.

“Why d’you not like me?” She asks suddenly, a certain vulnerability in her eyes.

Surprised by her honesty, you look away. “I do like you Paige,” you answer. “Honestly, I thought you hated me.”

“What?” She chuckles gently, throwing her arm behind your shoulders with ease. You lean into her even just an inch, making you feel lightheaded. “No way, I just like getting on your nerves.”

“I can tell,” you roll your eyes. “Hollup, why would you think I don’t like you?”

“Cause,” she shrugs, now her turn to look bashful. “You’re like the only one here not laughing at my jokes… Or giving me attention.”

You can’t help but snort, turning to her. Her nose is nearly touching yours, the heat of her face tingling against you. Suddenly the air shifts. She swallows loud. You lick your lips. The irritation and annoyance that had grown the past couple weeks suddenly bursting into nothing but attraction.

“I don’t hate you,” you repeat, voice barely a whisper. Her fingertips hesitate, but come to brush a strand of hair off your face, behind your ear. It takes almost all your strength for your eyes not to flutter shut.

Before you comprehend what’s happening, she begins to lean in, inching closer and closer. And suddenly you’re dying to taste her, mind wrapped around what her lips might feel on yours. It’s too fast. Too much. Overwhelmed, you turn your head away, clearing your throat.

“Actually, I think I’m a little hungry,” you murmur weakly, Paige quickly pulling back.

“Uh, yeah, course,” she answers, face red and flushed. Her weight lifts off the bed and silently, she walks to the door, stopping as she opens it.

“For what it’s worth, I’m glad you picked the camp and not the trash,” she says with more confidence, before disappearing and closing the door behind her.

-

It had been a week since your near kiss, and things had been awkward. She seemed to be more careful around you, watchful of every word and action. You’d be lying if it didn’t bother you. You missed it, even when she was getting on your nerves. 

“Haven’t you had enough s’mores?” You ask Ryan, watching as he pokes yet another marshmallow onto his stick.

“Never enough,” the boys grin, positively on their tenth s’more. Paige sits on the opposite side of the fire, poking it and laughing at something Jess was telling her. A jolt of jealousy ran through you - not that you had any right to be jealous. 

“Is your ankle better?” Clara asks, her sweet eyes gleaming with worry. 

“It is! Thanks for asking,” you smile, handing her your s’more. “It doesn’t hurt no more.”

“Paige was so strong carrying you back,” she says in awe, glancing towards her.

You do too, remembering the way her arms felt wrapped around you. Regretting the way you looked away.

“Yeah,” you mumble.

“Alright y’all, bed time. Everyone in their tents,” Paige claps her hands together, beginning to shoo the kids away from the fire. We were only 15 minutes away from the cabins, but the illusion of a real campsite was there. Large tents up everywhere, and smaller ones for the counselors to share - one for you and Paige.

“This is a lot smaller than I imagined,” you chuckle as you step into the tent, barely enough space for two sleeping bags. 

“Oh shit,” she murmurs awkwardly. You both set up the sleeping bags in silence, the tight space making the tension even more uneasy. You try to look away, but can’t help the way my eyes flicker towards her as she pulls off her shirt, letting her wavy hair down from the two dutch braids. A jolt runs down your spine, straight to your core as her arms flex, biceps prominent and beautiful.

“Damn, I gotta go check that the kids are in bed,” she murmurs, rubbing her face sleepily.

Your eyes drag from her torso to her face. “I can do it,” you answer, eager to get out of this tight space.

The summer night is warm, the campsite illuminated by the stars above as you peek into each tent one by one. 

“Go to bed,” you tell the girls still giggling underneath their blankets knowing full well they won’t. The rest seemed to have fallen asleep after the long day. But you’re still not ready to return to that tiny tent, filled with tension and electricity. No, fuck this. Why was she so bashful now? So distant? You wouldn’t let her win. She needed to fix her attitude.

With a new found confidence, you make your way into the tent to find Paige sitting up with a book in her hand, pushing her glasses up her nose bridge. You zip up the tent carefully behind you.

“They asleep-”

But she quiets down the moment you grab the book from her hands, placing it somewhere beside her. You crawl into her lap, straddling her. Perhaps this was stupid, but you were over how she was acting.

Paige opens her mouth to speak, but you bring your finger to her lips. “Shh,” you shush the girl, pulling her glasses off. She’s trembling, chest heaving as her breathing turns labored and purposeful. 

And slowly, then all at once you press your lips against hers. Her mouth opens as she kisses you back, hands quickly finding the back of your head to pull you closer. You whimper, hands gripping her shoulders, lips sliding against hers - slick, hungry and desperate.

She lets out a heavy exhale through her nostrils, another hand slipping down your back along your spine, until it ends up on your ass. Grabbing greedily, she kneads the skin, getting you to moan into her mouth.

Paige takes this chance to slip her tongue into your mouth and to meet yours. Saliva covers both your lips as you fight for dominance, but it’s no use. She has already won.

Your teeth bite down on her plump bottom lip to tug on it hard enough to make the blonde hiss. She pulls back, pupils blown out as she looks at your swollen mouth.

“You fuckin’ tease,” she hisses, soaked lips attacking your neck. “Got me thinking you don’t want me.”

You let out a moan as Paige’s lips suck on the crook of your neck, the skin there sensitive and tender. Your hands tuck on her wavy, silky hair, hips grinding down into her for any kind of friction. It’s not enough.

“Goddamn,” she hisses, kneading your ass harshly to make you grind down harder. “Bet you’re soaked right now.”

“Fuck you,” you say, voice shaking with need.

“Gotta be nicer to me if you want me to princess,” she grins against your neck, tugging at the flimsy tank top you’re wearing. Before you can process, her mouth is biting and kissing your chest through your satin bra, nipples hardening fast. She’s right. You are soaked, your underwear turning more and more damp each second. If you thought this would be the time for you to claim back power you were mistaken, your body already putty in her hands.

Desperately, your hands find the band of her shorts, fingertips gliding along it teasingly. The blonde groans, bucking her hips. A gash of wetness drips out of you, the thought of how soaked she is making you dizzy.

”That’s what I thought,” you murmur, glad to find she needed you just as bad. Painfully slowly, your hand slides the shorts down her legs. Your movements are clumsy in the small tent, but neither of you could care less. The heat between you two was far too great.

Paige’s hands wrap around you, reaching back and unclasping your bra. Her eyes widen with awe as your tits fall out, nipples hard and perked up just for her.

”Fucking shit,” she whimpers, not wasting any time to latch on. Her tongue circles and then sucks, warm and wet against your cool skin. A high pitched hiss leaves your lips as she bites down on the nipple ever so gently.

”Gotta be a lil more quiet,” Paige says hoarsely against your chest. 

”Mhm, yeah, I can do that,” you whimper, willing to say anything to keep her going. The blonde keeps sucking, the sensation driving you insane. You felt her everywhere, yet it wasn’t enough.

Paige seemed to think likewise, her own hand dipping between her legs and rubbing harsh circles over the black boxers as she works your breast, fingers coming to grope the other one, rolling your hard nipple between them.

You can’t help it, your hand replacing hers at once. She’s damp through the soft cotton, biting down on your nipple trying not to moan. With your free hand you tuck on her hair and guide her swollen, plump pink lips to yours. The kiss is raw and filthy, tongues clashing, spit everywhere. A string of saliva connects you two as you pull back, beginning your descent.

You want to take your time, kissing her neck and chest downwards. But Paige has other plans. Her hands grab a hold of your shoulders, pushing you down with so much force and urgency you couldn’t dare deny her.

Once you’re between her legs, she doesn’t waste time to pull her own boxers off. The sight is overwhelming. Even in the dim tent you can see that her cunt is soaked, glistening in the darkness. Immediately, your mouth is watering for her.

”Shit,” you whisper, leaning down and kissing on her inner thighs as she spreads her legs for you. ”You’re so wet.” 

Paige isn’t having any of your teasing, her hands finding their way straight into your hair and gripping hard. Suddenly she’s guiding you right where she wants you, your mouth filling with the taste of her.

”Mmph,” you whimper against her soaked folds, pressing open mouthed kisses along her slit. She tastes like heaven, quickly wetting your chin and nose too.

”God,” she grunts, lifting her head to look down at you. Your eyes dart up to her face - mouth ajar, heavy lids, cheeks flushed. She looks beautiful, already drowning in ecstasy.

”I love how you taste,” you mumble, licking along her slit and letting her wetness cover your tongue. Paige lets out a guttural moan, bucking her hips impossibly closer.

”Shh,” you remind her as you pull back, face glistening with her juices. ”Quiet, remember?”

”Just fuck, keep going,” she hums frustratedly, pulling you back to her soaked cunt roughly. You keep your eyes locked on her expression, quickly finding what drives her crazy as your lips tongue swirls against her clit.

”You’re so good at that,” she whispers. Her voice shakes, the grip in your hair tightening. ”Keep going baby.”

Her words encourage you enough, making you forget all about the strain on your jaw. The sounds filling the tent turn filthy and wet as you lie your tongue flat against her, shaking your head. This does it, making Paige grab hold of you even tighter, guiding you where she wanted.

”Mhm, taste so good,” you moan quietly. ”I love your pussy.” 

She’s whimpering, trying to stay quiet by biting down on her lip. 

”Want your tongue out,” she groans. ”Need to fuck your face.” 

You do as she tells you, her hands pulling you closer and quite literally bucking her hips and grinding her pussy against your tongue. 

”Just like that,” she praises, her entire body shaking. The way she’s clinging onto you and throwing her head back tells you she’s nearly there. ”Fuck, you’re so good princess.”

A gush of wetness drips out of you, soaking the fabric of your thin panties. Paige keeps fucking your face, spreading herself all over you as your tongue rubs against that sensitive bud, bringing her to the edge.

”Look at me, sh- please,” she cries out, both hands pulling on your hair. ”I’m gonna cum.”

At the exact right moment, your eyes snap open. They meet hers just as her thighs clench around you, and her climax takes over. It drives you insane to see her like this, under your control, whining and whimpering all because of you.

”Ohh, shit,” she mewls, eyes rolling back as her movements turn sloppy and desperate. You coax her through it, watching the way her face twists in pleasure. Finally, she lets go of you, panting hard.

”Wow,” you sigh, climbing up her body. She’s trying to catch her breath, chuckling softly.

”Tell me about it,” she gleams, pulling you into a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. Your teeth nearly clank together from the hunger, tongue darting out to taste herself on your lips.

Suddenly, with no time to rest, Paige flips you over to your back. The ground is hard underneath you, only softened slightly by the sleeping bags underneath you two. In that moment you know you’ve lost your upper hand.

Paige doesn’t hesitate, beginning to kiss down your body with a single destination in mind. But she’s taking forever to get there, getting distracted by your breasts, sucking on the peaks. Her hands glide down against your sides over each rib painfully slowly. In a moment of great need you try to push her down much like she did with you. But she doesn’t budge, merely grabbing your wrists and pushing them away.

”You okay beautiful?” She asks, kissing down your abdomen and glancing up at you. 

”Mmhm,” you whine, bucking your hips in desperation. It’s obvious what you want. Still she makes you work for it, loving to see you humiliated and needy.

”What’s wrong?” She asks menacingly, her voice sadistic and teasing. 

”Paige,” you complain.

”Whatchu want princess?” She asks, fingertips toying with the laces on your shorts. You might die before she actually touches you. ”Are you wet?”

Eagerly you nod, looking down at her. 

”Oh I bet,” she grins, finally tugging your shorts down all the way, bringing your panties with them. ”Lemme see that shit.”

With that, you spread your legs wide. Paige lets out a hungry groan when her eyes meet your pussy, gushing and glistening.

”That’s all for me?” She asks, fingertips spreading your lips apart ever so carefully, studying you. 

”Mhm,” you whine, chest heaving with the knowledge that soon she’d be touching you right where you needed.

”Fuck baby, you throbbing,” she hisses, leaning down and dipping a finger into your entrance. It glistens as she pulls it back and wraps her mouth around it, letting it go with a pop. ”And taste so damn good.”

”Please,” you complain, completely lost control over yourself now, willing to do pretty much anything for some relief.

”Say that shit again,” she groans, hot breath tingling against your wet cunt.

”Please Paige,” you whimper even more desperate. That seems to do it as she finally leans down and with a loud slurp, licks up your slick.

”Aw fuck,” you hiss, squeezing your eyes shut and grabbing the sleeping bags underneath.

”Shut up,” she reminds you, the mean tone of her voice only making you gush again. Her tongue licks up and down, dipping in your entrance menacingly. You cover your own mouth, muffling the gasps spilling uncontrollably from your lips.

”Attagirl,” she whispers against your pussy, the vibrations causing your back to arch. Paige moans at the taste of you, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as if she was the one being fucked.

”Oh God,” you cry out as she spreads your lips further apart, burying her face into your cunt. She’s so skillful, so precise yet sloppy and desperate. The sounds of her mouth lapping you up are so loud it makes your head spin. She’s got you right where she wanted.

”You got the prettiest pussy huh? Pretty pussy for a pretty girl,” she praises, admiring you for a second before diving straight back in, sucking on your sensitive bud that’s grown puffy and swollen.

”So fucking pretty,” she murmurs against you, her hands coming up to roll your rock hard nipples between her fingertips. 

”But you know that huh? Know how fucking pretty you are? Know I was obsessed the moment I saw you?” She mumbles in between licks along your dripping folds. You barely hear her, squirming and bucking your hips against her mouth.

”Tell me,” she whispers breathlessly, grabbing hold of your jaw and forcing eye contact. She looks so beautiful between your legs, staring up at you under her long, black lashes. ”Tell me you’re pretty.”

You feel flustered, face turning red. Your core gushes, gushing with each throb. Embarrassed and needy for more, you grab her hair and try to guide her back to your pussy. But she won’t, not until you’ve bent to her will.

”Fucking tell me,” she commands, voice hoarse.

”I-I’m pretty,” you whisper, willing to do anything just for her to keep going.

”So fucking pretty, princess,” she groans, spitting on your cunt and leaning back in. Her tongue is unbelievably fast and strong, moving from left to right, flicking your clit. She was getting you to the edge, quickly.

”Been needing to get in this shit since I saw you,” she grunts, bringing both her hands back down to your pussy and spreading it wide open.

”But you knew that, walking around half naked, driving me fucking crazy,” Paige moans, and licks around your entrance.

”Fuck, Paige, don’t stop,” you gasp, legs shaking uncontrollably. ”Don’t fucking stop.”

With that, her tongue slips inside you with the sound of a loud squelch. Paige whimpers, feeling the way your cunt squeezes and throbs around her tongue, her sharp nose nudging against your clit as she slides it in and out.

”Oh f- oh-” you gasp for air, chest heaving as your back arches off the ground. You cover your mouth again, legs trembling as Paige pushes you to the edge simply with her mouth.

”That’s it,” she coos, continuing her motions, holding your squirming hips down as you ride out your climax, gushing around her tongue

”Stop, stop,” you squirm as she kisses her way up through your slick folds to your sensitive bud, finally wiping her face on your thigh and looking back. There’s that smug grin again that made you want to slap it off her face.

”Sorry to tell you but you’re a mess,” she smirks, satisfied. She didn’t have to, you could feel it. Your thighs felt sticky and your core still slick and soaked.

”You sure nobody heard?,” you ask, embarrassed now that you were coming down.

”Nah,” she smiles easily, coming up to kiss you - tender and caring rather than the rough, hungry way in which she did earlier.

”You okay to walk?” She asks, brushing your hair back.

”Oh yeah, we better go shower,” you mumble, beginning to dress. Paige chuckles, a spark in her eye.

”But they’re so far away,” she says. ”Let’s just go to the lake.”

-

The night is still as warm as the day, a slight breeze running through your body as you follow a narrow path through the woods with Paige. She leads you to a smaller beach, covered by trees and shrubbery, holding your hand the entire way.

The moon above the horizon illuminates the lake, gentle waves hitting the rocks on the shore. Paige’s skin is luminescent and milky in the moonlight, and you can barely tear your eyes away.

Before you can think it through, she pulls off her clothes, walking into the water in only her boxers.

”C’mon princess,” she smiles, nodding you over. Her confidence gives you courage, and you do the same, following after her in only your panties.

The water is cold by your ankles, goosebumps rising all over your body. Paige takes her time admiring you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you deeper.

”You’re so damn beautiful,” she sighs, blue eyes scanning you up and down. With flushed cheeks, you let the taller girl guide you.

”It’s cold,” you giggle as the gentle waves tickle your abdomen. Paige laughs, splashing your breasts with the water, making you let out a squeal.

”Stop!” You gasp, splashing her back. But before you can, she’s diving in, swimming deeper, emerging from beneath the surface further away now

”You coming or not?” She asks, a grin on her face. You can’t resist it. With a gasp you emerge yourself into the water, swimming to her.

”There we go,” she smiles, pulling you into her and kissing you breathless. Your legs wrap around her waist as you hold onto her shoulders, licking along her lower lip. She smirks into the kiss, her hands holding you up by your thighs, squeezing.

You can feel her nipples hardening against you, the knot she just took care of suddenly tightening deep in your abdomen again.

Like reading your mind, she drags her hand from your thighs to your ass, groping harshly. You whimper into the kiss, throwing your head back. Every touch was setting you on fire, burning on your skin.

The blonde drags her open, hot mouth along your neck. Her hand grips your ass so tightly that her fingertips brush against your clothed core. Still sensitive, you shiver. Paige groans in response as your nails dig into her skin.

”Shit,” she hisses, reaching her hands from behind you and rubbing her fingers against your clit through the sheer fabric. ”Need you again.”

You can only nod, gripping onto the blonde and letting out soft whimpers into her ear. Her hand circles around your clit but it’s not enough.

”More,” you moan quietly.

”What’s that princess?”

”Fuck me Paige,” you plead, wide eyes looking up at the girl. She can’t resist, the need on your face overwhelming.

”Whatchu want baby?” She asks with a gentle voice, brows furrowed. ”Tell me.”

But instead of telling, you decide to show. Reaching down you pull your panties to the side, and guiding Paige’s hand by her wrist to your cunt.

Without warning, she slips two fingers inside you. With a gasp, you grip onto her harder. Paige groans.

”You this wet again?” She murmurs, pressing her cheek onto your forehead as she curls her fingers against you. They are so much longer and bigger than yours could be, reaching the soft tissue inside you better than you ever could imagine.

”Mmhm,” you moan, scratching at her broad shoulders.

”That’s my girl,” she growls, ”you a little slut aren’t you princess?”

”Just shut up and fuck me,” you murmur, voice whiny and needy. It’s not very convincing. Still, she abides.

”Yes ma’am,” Paige grins, her fingers pumping inside your slick, tight pussy. She groans, feeling the way you stretch around her. They move with such strength and pace it takes everything in you not to scream out.

Biting down onto her shoulder, you muffle your own moans, wrapping your legs around her waist tighter.

”Bounce on em, c’mon,” she tells you, free hand gripping your ass underwater. Entire body trembling, you grip onto her and grind your hips into her fingers, sighing every time they intrude into you. 

”Oh God,” you whimper, movements turning erratic and sloppy as you chase your high on her fingers. 

”Good girl,” she whimpers. ”Fuck you so sexy.”

Paige leans down, kissing and sucking on your neck, nibbling your earlobes.

”P-Paige,” you gasp, legs beginning to shake too bad.

”I gotchu baby,” she whispers, grabbing hold of you as she adds a third finger, slamming them inside you.

”Oh-” you cry out, but she kisses you hungrily, muffling her moans. Paige holds you still with her free hand.

”So tight,” she hisses against your lips, fingers pumping inside you, stretching you out. Your cunt is sucking her in, gripping onto her tightly.

”I’m cl-”

”I can feel it,” she moans, the way your pussy is pulsing around her making your nearing orgasm obvious. The knot deep inside your stomach tightens and tightens, causing you to grip onto her.

”You gon’ cum for me?” Paige asks, panting, curling her fingers against your g-spot.

Like clockwork, your body obeys. With desperate nods, Paige kisses you, pumping even faster, stretching out your dripping cunt, driving you to the edge until-

”I’m cumming!” You whimper into her mouth. She's breathless, groaning as if she was the one getting off.

”C’mon princess. Feel so good. Be a good girl.”

With her words, and the stretch she’s causing, your legs clasp around her and the knot finally snaps.

Desperate moans are muffled by Paige’s mouth, pleasure washing over you in waves. She guides you through your orgasm, holding you close the entire time.

”God,” you exhale, finally pulling back as she pulls her fingers out of you.

Paige laughs gently, blue eyes scanning your face in the moonlight. She looks breathtaking, and the feeling seems to be mutual. The blonde leans in and presses her lips onto your forehead. 

”We should prolly head back.”

Paige carries you out of the water and helps you dress. You make your way back to the campsite hand in hand. Thankfully everyone still seems to be asleep.

In comfortable silence, you two climb into your tent that suddenly doesn’t seem as small. As you begin to set up your sleeping bag, Paige scooches into hers, staring at you.

”You know, we could just share.”

Glancing up, you find the blonde patting the spot beside her in her purple sleeping bag. You can’t resist the twinkle of her blue eyes.

It’s tight, that’s for sure, but it feels surprisingly natural to rest your head on Paige’s chest. She presses sweet kisses to the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair that surely smelled like bug spray.

”You believe I don’t hate you now princess?” She whispers, hand rubbing up and down your back.

You let out a gentle laugh, letting your eyes fall shut - heavy with tiredness. ”I don’t hate you either,” you murmur, quickly drifting to sleep in her arms. The woods weren’t that bad after all.

-

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Uconn got their fairytale ending. A contender for one of the best basketball storylines.

Teehee, id post my ass but I don't want to break tumblr

Chubby girls in crop tops. Chubby girls in tank tops. Chubby girls in mini skirts. Chubby girls in short shorts. Arms out. Legs out. Thighs out. Ass out. Tits out. I will support it every single time. There’s no reason to hide your body because you’re scared it’s too much for other people. Your body’s literally gorgeous. If you see something and wanna wear it, put that shit on 🩷

made me want to start writing again

CHARGE iT TO THE GAME 🔌 — PAiGE BUECKERS

✐˚ ༘ WORD COUNT | baby idk. wildest guess 5-6k?

✐˚ ༘ SYNOPSiS | paige has spent forever trying make you hers. the only problem is that your shithead girlfriend stands in the way of that. you’re a good girl, loyal, but it’s no secret that you’re unhappy. even if you haven’t said anything explicitly, everyone sees the stolen glances the both of you take. you can feel the magnetic pull of your feelings for paige, but you just can’t give in. you’re firm on this— that is until your girlfriend unlocks your petty side.

✐˚ ༘ WARNiNGS | smut, revenge sex (though reader’s feelings are real), toxic!gf, technical cheating, fingering (r! receiving), cunnilingus (r! receiving), strap (r! receiving), reader turns into a video girl, slightly jealous sex (on paige’s part), etc.

✐˚ ༘ MiMiS NOTES | realized i’ve never written smut for paige and then decided… why not? excuse any typos, i was fighting for my life writing this

you’re sitting across from her, but it feels like you’re sitting across from a mirror made of ice. the wine glass in your hand doesn’t warm your fingers. the expensive dress she picked for you doesn’t feel like yours. and every time she laughs at something vapid, you feel a part of yourself shrinking to fit her mold.

your girlfriend—celeste—is the kind of girl who looks good in a press release. sleek hair, tailored words, instagram-curated love. she calls you babe in public, sweetie in private, and never once gets your coffee order right.

but you stay.

because it’s easy.

because people call you “power couple” under your pictures.

because she looks good beside you in photos, and even better when she’s leaving you voicemails about how you “could’ve smiled more.”

but then there’s her.

paige.

paige who calls you shorty even though you’re only two inches shorter. paige who remembers you like chaos, like extra caramel drizzle and sneakers that don’t match. paige who doesn’t ask why you’re still with celeste—she just watches, with that quiet ache in her eyes like she already knows.

you’ve been dancing around it for months. late-night texts. elevator silences that drag a second too long. the time her hand grazed yours at a post-game party and you didn’t pull away fast enough.

you thought you were hiding it well.

but paige?

she’s done hiding.

it starts at some swanky charity event celeste insists on dragging you to. another night of her clinking glasses with people who don’t know your name, correcting the way you stand, fixing your lipstick with a thumb like she’s brushing crumbs off a child.

paige shows up in a black suit with a white tee and eyes only for you.

and maybe you look at her a second too long. maybe your smile reaches your eyes in a way it hasn’t in weeks.

celeste notices.

“her again?” she says coolly, following your gaze.

you blink, trying to reel it back. “we’re friends.”

“hm.” she swirls her wine. “you have a lot of those lately. especially ones who don’t understand boundaries.”

you don’t reply.

because paige is walking toward you.

and there’s something in her stride that says tonight changes everything.

you find her again outside, where the night air tastes like freedom and her hoodie smells like her cologne. she tossed it over your shoulders without asking.

“you good?” she asks softly.

your nod is shaky. “yeah. just needed air.”

she leans beside you on the balcony railing, silent for a moment. her fingers brush yours.

“you always come back to her,” she says finally. “but you never look happy about it.”

you swallow hard. “it’s not that simple.”

“it is.” paige looks at you like she’s handing you a choice. “you don’t have to keep choosing what hurts you.”

you meet her eyes.

and for once, you let yourself speak without thinking. “then take me.”

paige chuckles like it stings. her hand brushes her face and the thumb of her right hand glides over her jawline. she allows her chin to rest in the palm of her hand and glances over at you. “i would but…” she trails off with a glint of doubt in her eyes. “you’re not ready.”

your mouth dries and suddenly the mucus in it tastes bitter. you can’t argue because you know it’s true. but you do yearn for that mistake.

“listen, shorty.” paige leans away from the railing and adjusts the lapels of her suit, seemingly pulling herself together. “i’ve been waiting and i’ll keep waiting for you. understand?”

you nod, blinking rapidly. in this moment, you feel small. and not because of what paige has said, but you almost want to shrink out of embarrassment. why would you stay where you’re unhappy?

with a huff, you turn on your heels and head back toward the dining hall. your palms sweat and your feet ache, but you’d rather that than face the distant yet longing gaze of paige madison bueckers.

by the end of the night, you’ve listened to about 100 speeches and had to give one of your own. the team is planning to head to ted’s afterwards— it’s still early and nobody really wants to go home just yet.

“we should go, you know,” celeste chimes, nudging you with your elbow.

you merely hum. you’ve been gazing at paige smile the brightest of smiles as she jokes around with kamorea arnold, the exuberant guard.

“you should fix up your makeup though. it looks all splotchy and… gross almost.” celeste tacks on.

after two years of dating, you’ve learned that she just loves to hear herself speak. you believe that she’s selfish, and annoying, and stupid, and quite frankly a piece of shit, and yet her words hit you in the gut.

you think all of the negative things about her, and yet her opinion matters to you. i mean— you thought your makeup looked good earlier. better than it had before, even.

paige shouted that you looked beautiful every time she’d gotten the chance.

“cel,” you groan. “really?”

“well… yeah. why would i lie about that?” celeste says all of this with her hand resting on your thigh. she’s scooched in close to you. and to the outside, you look oh-so in love. and yet, you’ve never been so unhappy.

celeste pulls you close, her arms wrapping around your waist. her fingers graze your lower stomach and she rests her chin on your shoulder as much as she can. you sniffle as your eyes well, and you’re hit with a flurry of what smells like axe body spray.

your eyes connect with paige’s eyes across the way like puzzle pieces. quickly, you try to gather yourself. you blink away your tears and give her an easygoing smile.

she smiles back, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. you recognize the look though. you know she understands— she does. but the disappointment is greater than the understanding right now.

you didn’t even want to go.

ted’s is sticky floors and screaming college kids and watered-down drinks, but celeste loves a scene. she wants to be seen. and more importantly, she wants you seen with her.

being with her puts a tinge on your senses. you’re sure that if you’d shown up with paige you wouldn’t have noticed all of those things.

“just smile, babe,” she says, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear like it’s part of her accessory list.

you don’t smile. not really.

you spot her the moment you walk in.

paige is leaning against the edge of a high-top table, her hoodie half-zipped over a cropped tank, surrounded by her teammates. there’s laughter around her, energy buzzing, but her eyes drag to you like gravity—soft, searching.

you look away too quickly.

because tonight you’re celeste’s plus-one again.

you told yourself the last year has been a fluke. a moment of weakness. you told yourself it wasn’t real, couldn’t be.

but paige’s gaze doesn’t burn. it calls.

celeste orders and orders for you before you can even open your mouth.

you nurse your drink. it’s a lemon drop, you think. but it’s not sweet and it’s not bright. everything feels bitter and dull.

celeste’s already on her third. she’s not even discreet about her wandering eyes. she never is when there’s a crowd. she wants attention like oxygen—needs it, devours it.

you’re halfway through texting your friend to come rescue you when you notice celeste’s no longer beside you.

you scan the bar.

find her near the jukebox.

and then you freeze.

because she’s not alone.

some girl in a tight dress with loose lips and looser morals has her hand on celeste’s arm, and celeste’s laughing like it’s her best joke all night. her fingers trace the rim of her drink. the girl leans in.

then they kiss.

not secretive. not a slip.

a kiss. you think it might be weird to watch, but you do. it’s sloppy and heated, yet passionate. and you realize that this random girl has gotten a better kiss out of celeste than you have ever.

you don’t cry.

you just blink.

once.

then you take a breath.

it’s not pain—it’s a snap. a clean, vicious cut across every excuse you’ve made for her. every “she’s just drunk,” every “she didn’t mean it,” every “she loves me.”

no, she doesn’t.

and you’re done letting her pretend she does.

you walk over calmly.

she barely looks surprised.

“babe,” she says, voice syrup-slick. “don’t be dramatic.”

you stare her down. “go to hell.” it’s strange, but it feels like the sweetener in your life has just returned.

then you turn.

and walk right back across the bar—

—straight to paige.

her eyes find you before you reach her. it’s like she senses you.

paige is halfway through sipping her drink, knuckles loose around the glass, the curve of her smile still laced with whatever joke she’d just tossed to aubrey. but when she sees your face, everything stills.

her grin fades—just enough. her brows pinch, barely.

and then the world around her goes quiet.

the team’s laughter dulls, even the music feels muted beneath the weight of your presence. it’s like the bar tilts with you, following your path.

you walk with a purpose you’ve never let yourself wear before. not around paige. not in public. not while celeste had her claws sunk into your spine, threading your decisions like puppet strings.

but tonight?

tonight something inside you broke—and not softly.

no tears. no cracked voice. just steel.

you’re not here to make a scene. you’re here to make a choice.

and you hate to admit it, but celeste just gave you your green light.

you stop in front of her, chest rising, face unreadable.

your lipstick’s still perfect. your dress is hugging you like armor. the same hands that used to tremble whenever you brushed hers now hang loose at your sides, clenched just tight enough to keep from shaking.

and when you speak?

your voice slices clean through the noise.

“please get me out of here.”

it’s not a plea.

it’s not a whisper.

it’s a quiet command dressed like surrender.

and paige—god, paige hears everything.

she doesn’t ask why. doesn’t turn to see if celeste is chasing behind you.

she just sets her glass down.

nods once.

and says, calm and sure, “come on.”

you hear the bar start breathing again behind you. whispers. someone mutters your name, maybe in shock, maybe in awe. you don’t care.

you don’t look back.

you follow paige out the door like you belong there—like you should’ve done it a thousand nights ago.

and this time, when her hand brushes yours in the parking lot, you don’t hesitate.

you take it.

grip it.

hold it like you’re finally holding onto something instead of letting yourself be dragged behind someone else’s power trip.

you don’t know exactly where you’re going.

but you know what you’re walking away from.

and that’s enough.

the moment the passenger door shuts behind you, the silence swells.

paige slides into the driver’s seat, jaw clenched, knuckles white around the wheel. the engine rumbles to life, but neither of you speak. the air in the car is warm, too warm, like your skin hasn’t quite cooled from the adrenaline still coiling in your chest.

you can still taste the bar on your lips—cheap vodka, regret, and something sour that clings to your throat.

but next to you?

paige smells like clean cotton and tension. like restraint about to snap.

she doesn’t ask what happened. she doesn’t have to.

her hand brushes the gear shift, then stills.

“you okay?” she asks finally, voice low.

you nod, but it’s not convincing.

your voice is rougher than you expect. “i don’t want to talk about her.”

“okay,” paige says, eyes still locked on the road.

but her hand reaches across the console anyway. it doesn’t touch you—just rests there, palm up, open. waiting.

you stare at it.

for a second, you hesitate.

then you lace your fingers with hers.

the breath she exhales is shaky. you feel it more than hear it.

the streetlights flicker across her face as she drives, casting sharp shadows on her cheekbones, soft glows on her mouth.

you try not to look.

but you do.

and when she glances over at you?

it’s different this time.

there’s no caution. no backing off. no pretending she doesn’t want you.

there’s just fire.

your thumb grazes the inside of her wrist. she swallows hard. her grip on your hand tightens, like she’s trying to ground herself.

you whisper, “you’re really not gonna ask?”

paige’s voice is low, ragged. “if i do, i might turn the car around.”

you bite your lip. “what would you do if you did?”

she doesn’t answer.

but the look she gives you is enough to make your thighs press together.

every red light is unbearable.

every turn she takes is slower than it should be.

by the time she pulls into her driveway, her jaw is set, her breathing shallow. your hand is still in hers, clenched tighter now. the second the engine shuts off, the silence becomes unbearable.

you speak first.

“if you don’t kiss me right now, i’m going to lose my mind.”

Paige doesn’t even take a second.

she reaches across the console, grabs your face with both hands, and pulls you in like she’s starving.

and maybe she is.

because the second your mouths crash together, it’s all heat and teeth and desperation and finally.

your hands are in her hair. hers are gripping your jaw, your waist, your thighs like she doesn’t know where to hold you first.

the windows fog fast. the world disappears.

you don’t know how long you stay there, kissing like the car is going to disappear beneath you. like you’ve been waiting years to do this without guilt tangled in your ribs.

and when she finally pulls away, forehead resting against yours, her voice is hoarse.

“come inside.”

you nod.

you don’t need to be asked twice.

she barely gets the door closed behind you before her hands are back on your waist.

you don’t even make it to the bedroom.

her mouth is on yours, urgent and unrelenting, pressing you back against the nearest wall. her hands slide under your jacket, shoving it off your shoulders without breaking the kiss. your fingers fumble with the hem of her hoodie, tugging it up until she lifts her arms and yanks it off in one motion.

“fuck,” she whispers when she sees the way your dress clings to you, straps slipping with every breath. her thumbs trace over the tops of your shoulders, dragging the fabric down slow—reverent. like she’s undoing every lie you ever told yourself about what love was supposed to feel like.

and when the dress hits the floor?

paige exhales like she’s finally breathing for the first time.

“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this.”

you lean in, lips brushing hers, voice wrecked and low. “we don’t have to wait anymore, baby.”

that last word almost makes her go weak in the knees. you grab her by her tie, pulling her into you more. you want, no— need her as close as possible.

you lock your lips again, tasting the sweetness of her tongue. your fingers tangle in paige’s hair, and her hands squeeze at your waist.

she lifts you—just enough to stumble you both back toward the couch. you don’t land gently. it’s hands and limbs and laughter caught between gasps, her thigh slipping between yours, your head tilting back when she kisses down your neck.

you claw at her tank top until she peels it off. her skin is hot beneath your fingertips. familiar from dreams, sharper in reality. your nails drag down her back, and she groans into your collarbone, biting back something primal.

her lips trail lower. over your chest. down your stomach. her hands map every inch like she’s daring herself to believe this is real.

you reach for her, threading your fingers into her hair, tugging just hard enough to make her look up.

“paige.”

she stills, breath caught.

“what?”

you search her face.

“don’t be gentle.”

something dark flickers in her eyes. she comes up to meet your eyes. her breath ghosts over your lips. the warmth of her body is something magical. she looks at you with so much love— but then the switch flips.

paige leaves wet, open-mouthed kisses to your neck in a vertical line. she bites and you recoil at the pain, but then her tongue swipes over the spot, like she’s apologizing for hurting you, even if it is for pleasure’s sake.

your skin is slick and your heart races, but the feeling is electrifying. your right leg is hiked up as paige holds it. her fingers running up and down it’s expanse.

suddenly, paige pulls away, fully. you’re laying down and she towers over you. you feel like you should be concerned, but you’re not, and if anything, it turns you on more. your core tingles as you gaze up at the woman.

she breathes heavily as she looks down on you. with the look in her eye, you can tell paige’s wheels are turning. you just don’t know with what.

the living room is dark, but you can see her thanks to the moonlight peeking through the curtains.

“take all this shit off,” she growls referring to your panties and bra. “when i come back, i want you naked, ass up.”

you nod eagerly. before disappearing into her bedroom, paige presses a kiss to your lips.

it’s patient and passionate, like a pre-ambulatory apology what’s about to ensue.

you kiss her back with everything you’ve been holding. all the frustration, all the guilt, all the ache of almosts. your hands are on her face, her shoulders, sliding under the hem of her sports bra like you need to feel skin. real, warm, hers.

the way she groans into your mouth when you bite her bottom lip? it makes your knees weak.

you only pull back for air—barely. your foreheads still touch, your breaths uneven.

her eyes are blown wide, pupils dark and focused only on you. a small smirk rests on her lips, “you just like kissing me.”

“wrong,” you chime. “i love it.

without words, she stalks toward her bedroom. you hear her rustling with things back there, but you don’t ask any questions. in the meantime, you peel out of your panties and bra.

you toss them to the ground and assume the position paige asked of you. it feels foreign to you, but you’re open to it. the apartment is a little chilly and your nipples pebble at not only that, but also the thought of paige ruining you.

it’s quiet, and she notices. she calls out to you. “you ready for me, baby?”

a shiver runs down your spine in anticipation. deciding to be bolder, you reply with: “less talking, more doing.”

you don’t have to be in the same room as paige to know that her eyebrow has just raised and she’s also vowed to herself that she’d make you regret having a smart mouth.

you hear paige padding back to the living room, and your skin tingles with excitement.

“aw,” paige tsks. “look at my good girl, all ready for me. you ready, baby?”

you nod.

paige stands behind you with a sickening smirk and you can hear it in her tone. her left hand palms your ass, running her thumb over the same spot. “so soft.”

without any warning, she reels her hand back and then forward, sending a snack to your ass cheek.

caught off guard, you yelp at the sensation. you take in a sharp breath through your barred teeth.

with a low thud, paige drops to her knees beside the couch. her body’s contorted so that she can easily reach you.

her hand rubs over the spot and then the warmth of her pink lips take it’s place. paige kisses the area gingerly. “you want me to ruin you?”

her words send shocks to your bare cunt— rightfully so.

“just… make me yours and make me forget.”

“oh baby… you’ve been mine,” paige mutters against your skin.

paige uses both hands to spread your cheeks and she licks her lips in anticipation. her breath ghosts over your pussy, and your toes curl as a result. it’s hard for you to keep your arch because you’re so eager and you want it so bad.

her lips pucker, and she blows a fan over your sopping southern set of lips. the breath is caught in your throat and you try hard not to back up and into paige’s face.

“what a pretty pussy, baby. can i have it? is it mine?” paige’s words come out in a carnal manner and the low baritone she uses turns you on even more. “so wet.”

you whine, “yes, it’s yours. all yours.”

with a hum, paige presses soft kisses to your inner thighs and around your pussy, in the shape of a horseshoe. the pulsing feeling in between your legs is astounding.

the moment you’ve been anticipating happens. paige gives a swipe to your pussy, get tongue flattening over the surface. she does this three times before finding your clit.

your hands claw at the fabric of the couch as you feel every bit of pleasure course through your bones. you bite down at your bottom lip, afraid to make any noise.

you’re not sure how paige knows you’re holding back, but she does. “mm, don’t do that. let me hear you, sexy.”

paige’s tongue prods your clit, sending a shock through you. you let out a funeral guttural moan at the stimulation. it feels so unfamiliar to you.

her lips envelope your button, sucking on the bundle of nerves nonstop. “o-oh fuck, paige!”

she chortles, the vibration protruding past her larynx shocks you almost. paige lets the saliva gather in her mouth as she forms a vacuum with her mouth.

all while still supporting your own body weight, you let your hand come up to tug at your nipple and roll it between your fingers.

paige expels the mix of your essence and her spit from her mouth and coat your pussy. some of it dribbles onto the couch— you hope it doesn’t stain, but paige doesn’t even care.

it’s not long before she’s back at it again, taking your clit between her lips. “aw, you taste so good baby. best pussy i’ve ever had.”

the arch in your back loosens and paige catches it, pressing down against it. her hands are warm and smooth, and fit perfectly with your body.

her tongue swats your clit and she takes this chance to slip a finger into your pussy. her wrist rotates as she ruins you, index finger pounding into you. the feeling is so specific. you’ve been waiting for this and you can’t believe you have it now.

the air is caught in your throat as you feel your climax approaching.

you can barely keep your eyes open as the pleasure mounts. “paige, d-don’t stop. i’m about to cum.”

“i know, baby,” she hums into your pussy. “fuck my face, pretty girl.

you do as she says without words, meeting her now two fingers and tongue in the middle. it’s loud and sticky and everything you’ve dreamed of.

paige sucks on your clit yet again and makes a scooping motion with her fingers inside of you. your eyes roll to the back of your head as your thighs begin to shake. you feel like you’re within inches of your life. but, you don’t stop.

paige speeds up, feeling you clench around her digits. you want to cum so badly.

and when your breath runs ragged and uneven, you do.

the rubber band in your lower stomach snaps and you moan into the throw pillow resting next to you. it does no muffling as your body convulses and shakes in pleasure.

paige pulls her fingers out of you and pulls away from your pussy, sucking your cum off of her long and pruny appendages.

you fall against the couch, recovering in silence. paige leans over you, warm breath hitting your ear. “she ever fuck you like that?”

her hand comes up and palms your ass, rubbing it. she’s breathing heavy, but you don’t mind, so are you.

you hum, “mm mm.”

paige laughs cockily, “yeah, i know.”

you turn over to meet her eyes and she doesn’t waste any time before pulling you into another kiss. she tastes differently now. sweet, but fleshy.

the kiss is tender and driven by pure libido. before you know it, paige is sat on the couch and you’re straddling her.

her clear purple strap taps the inside of your thigh as you look down at it, and then back at her. “you gonna ride me baby?”

now doesn’t seem like the time to shy away from a challenge. paige is sweaty and her skin almost glows as she peers up at you.

bracing yourself, you let your hands rest on the headrest of the couch, parallel to paige’s head.

when you look at paige again, you communicate with your eyes and she gets what you’re saying. she grabs the dildo and holds it in place, making it stand at attention for you.

you sink down onto it, slightly groaning at the feeling.

paige watches your face, searching for any signs of discomfort. she pulls you in for a sweet kiss as you begin to gyrate.

the kind of kiss that didn’t need to prove anything. It lingered, warm and unhurried, like a secret whispered against your mouth. her hand cradled your cheek, thumb brushing lightly over your skin, grounding you in the quiet tenderness of it all.

initially you smooth slowly over the plastic. you take your time, letting paige see you. her hand comes down from your cheek to press down in your clit.

you draw a breath in, and your eyelids flicker, but your eyes never fully close. the blue of paige’s eyes and the brown of yours collide.

your hand rests on the back of her neck. you make sure she can’t look anywhere else. but she doesn’t really want to. she only has eyes for you.

the strap hits your g-spot a few times, and your back arches in response. you’re so wet that a ring has began to form around it, and paige is quite frankly entranced.

you lean in to kiss at paige’s neck and mutter, “you fuck me so good, paige. do you see what you’re doing to me?”

paige whimpers at your words. you speed up, eager to put on a show for paige, and so is she.

your phone rests on the table next to the couch. paige grabs it and swipes over to the camera. she makes sure the flash is on and hits record.

with each ascent you make, you slam down on paige’s thighs and they begin to turn red.

your moans are loud and you’re not shy anymore.

paige’s free hand grips at your titties, kneading them like dough.

“you like fucking me, p?” you ask her through gritted teeth. the pleasure is insurmountable and you feel your climax nearing as you get that tingly feeling in your lower stomach.

the flash of your phone is almost blinding, but you can’t stand to look away from paige.

truthfully, she looks drunk off of your pussy, and you’re enjoying it.

“i love it, baby,” she grits out.

you smile, grind your body into hers more and chase your climax.

it’s not long before you cum, and collapse on top of paige. you’re breathing heavily and so is she. your head rest in her neck as she stops recording.

your moans are soft in her ear. paige drops the phone and instead cradles you, and you feel safe. safer than ever.

without words, she adjusts the both you so that you’re laying on the couch. your body on top of hers.

paige tugs the blanket off of the top of the couch and spreads it out over your bodies. your head rests on her chest and she places a firm kiss on your temple.

your limbs are tangled in one another’s and it’s not long before the both of you are asleep.

[celeste]

bro where the fuck are you

y/n i’m not playing

did you leave with her?

what the fuck are you doing

baby i’m sorry it was just a kiss

it didn’t mean anything

i’m sorry come home i’m waiting for you

baby?

y/n?

[you]

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