Was Starving For This🧎🏾‍♀️‍➡️

Was starving for this🧎🏾‍♀️‍➡️

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chap3 : say the word.

chap1 here!

chap2 here!

frat!old money!paige bueckers x reader AU

˳ ⋅ ⊹ wc: 3.7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’ll see.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’re not together or anything-“

“Who says we won’t be?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shut up.” You both laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Used to what?”

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

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

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

Kassie Talfold

taking out the trash?

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

Kassie Talfold

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t shut me out now.”

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

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

“Why? Why make me fit?”

Paige shakes her head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And you’re late.”