Summary: You're a singer and join KK and Paige's live for their talent show.
âAinât no way,â KKâs eyes widened on the screen as she started scrolling through the amount of people that wanted to be a guest on her live. âSay psych right now.â
Paige, who had been sitting next to her, partly in frame and partly not, leaned forward. âWhat?â
KK whipped her head towards her, âY/n L/n's in here Paige.â
âYou lyin,â Paige whispered, hand over her mouth as she put her face close to the camera trying to see your account in the live. Paige had the biggest celebrity crush on you for the longest time and everyone found out when she made a joke about treating you right when you broke up with your ex girlfriend a couple months ago. Since then, Paigeâs comments were always filled with fans tagging you and yet still, you had never liked one of her videos or followed her.
âHey girl, I see you in here. Iâm tryna guest you right now,â KK said, her body starting to shake slightly as she pressed on your profile and accepted your guest request. Paigeâs face went red as she realized it was actually your account. The account she stalked so many times.
Within seconds, your profile picture popped up in the live. âHey yâall. Wait, hold on, I'm tryna turn on the camera.â A second later, your face flashed on the screen and KK started freaking out, grabbing Paigeâs arm.
âYâALL Y/N L/N IN MY LIVE RIGHT NOW SOMEONE SCREEN RECORD,â KK yelled, earning a laugh from you.Â
âHi KK.â You waved at her.
KK jumped up and down. âSHE KNOWS MY NAME.â
You laughed again and saw Paige leaning back on the couch, a hand over her mouth and just staring at you. âPaige I see you.â
Paige leaned forward. âHey.â Her voice cracked and her face grew more red. You raised your eyebrows at her and the chat started going crazy.
User1: paige finally meeting her crush
User2: paige this yo chance
User3: use them rizz hands paige
âSo boom,â KK said, sitting back down. âYou got a talent?â
You raised your eyebrows again, shifting the camera as you lied down on your bed. âOther than making Paige flustered? Yeah I got some talents.â
KK let out the loudest laugh and Paige hid herself from the camera.
User1: Y/n knows about Paigeâs crush on her yâall
âNo Paige come back, my bad, I didnât mean to embarrass you like that.â You apologized and waited to see her face on screen again. You couldnât lie, she was gorgeous. And you were fangirling a little.
âI ainât embarrassed,â she replied. She was freaking out internally right now.
âYeah?â you ask, smiling at her. âHeard you said you could treat me right.â
âOH,â Paige shouted, blushing like crazy.
âDamn Paige youâre cooked.â KK sat, looking in between the two of you to watch this interaction.
User5: shoot your shot rn
âYeah I said that,â Paige winked at you, finally gaining some confidence after freaking out.
âI always had a thing for blonde hoopers so Iâm down,â you said winking back. Paige started smiling and laughing. KK hyping her up.
âBlonde hoopers because of me right?â
âOh yeah for sure,â you joked.Â
âIght, Iâma dm you later and we gonna make this happen.â
âOkok,â you nodded and she began to do her infamous rizz hands.
âYo, write a song about me.â
This caught you off guard causing you to widen your eyes. âGive me something to write about then.â
User1: NOT THEM MAD FLIRTING W EACH OTHER RN
User2: They gonna date, just watch
KK sighed. âPaige stop hogging her bro. This is a talent show, not a flirting match.â
Paige put up her hands in defense. âOk fine, Y/n Iâll text you later, donât you worry.â
âSounds good.â
âWHATâS YOUR TALENT?â KK screamed into the mic.
You proceeded to sing to KK as your talent on the live, her using Paigeâs phone to film you and dance to your singing. After you were done, the three of you talked some more and then you said bye to the live, hopping off.Â
About five minutes later, you get an instagram notification:
Summary: You and Paige have been best friends for the last 6 years. You trust her completely. And it is because of that trust that you ask her a rather forward question. AKA - You ask Paige to teach you.
Warnings: mature, tiny pains, did I mention mature?
Word Count: 3.6k
Sweetbans Masterlist & Teach Me Masterlist
AN: Another one.
Paige enters your shared apartment to the kitchen light on. You always left it on when Paige was out later than you so she wouldn't have to walk into a dark apartment. The light wasn't the first thing she noticed - it was the fact that your bedroom door was closed. You would never close your bedroom door all the way.
Paige walks up to your door and gives it a light knock then places her ear up to it waiting for a response. When she doesn't hear anything she cracks open the door to find you already asleep.
She walks up to you and crouches down next to you. The sight of you causes her heart to break.
Yes, you are asleep but your eyes are puffy and your eyebrows are scrunched. You are wearing one of your own sweatshirts when you would typically wear one of hers. Paige moves her leg and notices a pile of tissues on the ground.
She doesn't know the whole reason for you ending up in this state but she had an idea that she was the cause. Her hand comes up to graze your face and your expression immediately releases its tension.
Paige moves to lay with you in bed, her arm comes around you which causes you to stir. You turn around to face her and her arm retreats from around you. Paige brings her hand up to touch your face but you flinch away.
"Please don't," you say almost inaudible. You look down at her shirt and feel the knot in your stomach tighten. She is still in the clothes she wore to the club.
Paige has felt low before but never as low as now when you ask her not to touch you. She doesn't know what to do to make the situation any better.
"It might be better if you slept in your room tonight." You say not making eye contact with her.
Her heart breaks when you say you don't want to sleep next to you but she doesn't move.
"No," Paige says.
You now make eye contact with her for the first time and she can see how puffy your eyes are. They are bloodshot and drained of life. They close.
"B, please," you say not wanting to fight with her but also not wanting to spend the night next to her after she just got off with someone else.
Paige wants to scream and fight your ask but already seeing the pain in your eyes fights against it. She wants you to explain everything that is going on inside your head. She wants to get to the bottom of the frustration and then fall asleep with you in her arms.
Paige looks at you once more and slowly makes her way out of your bed. She makes her way out of your room. As she is closing the door, she barely hears your final words - part of her believes she made it up in her head.
"Love you," you whispered as the door closed.
Paige wakes up the next morning to the wonderful smell of breakfast. She lazily walks out of her room to find you dancing around the kitchen. She yawns and makes her way to see what you are making. Sleep was not her friend last night.
"Morning B!" You say when you see her. "I made you breakfast."
Paige is trying to hide her confusion as you are a completely different person than you were last night.
Paige comes and stands at the counter as you pass her a plate.
"I thought we could run some errands this morning then have the girls come over later to hang. I'm thinking about trying a new recipe that I found on Pinterest." You say as you pick up your phone to try and find it.
Paige nods, trying not to be skeptical about how normal things feel. She replays the events from the night after she came home and still feels a pain in her heart when she remembers you didn't want her to touch you.
"I'm going to get ready - you should do the same when you are done eating and we can go." You say and head into your room.
The two of you have a very normal morning - you dragged Paige to Target and then the grocery store. You stopped at your favorite coffee shop and then headed home. By the time you got home, you had to start cooking. While you did Paige went to get room to game for a little while until the girls showed up.
"It smells amazing in here!" Nika yells as she runs to see what you are making in the kitchen. Paige makes her way out and immediately locks eyes with Azzi.
Paige just shrugs and makes her way to the group.
"Okay, it should be ready - I can't promise anything so if you don't like it, it's not my fault." You say and start passing out paper plates.
"I am sure it is amazing, thanks for having us," Azzi says and serves herself.
Everyone eats and then finds themselves in your living room. You and Paige are on the couch while some of the girls are on a live. You can tell Paige is struggling to stay up but doesn't like to miss out when the girls are over. She is scrolling through her phone but her eyes are having a hard time staying open.
The girls are doing random things on the live and having a good time. You are seen in the back but are mostly covered by the girls.
You poke at Paige's arm and she looks over at you. You pat your lap and Paige immediately shifts to put her head in your lap. You hear her phone lock as you begin playing with her hair. Her hand comes up to hold your thigh and you smile. Nothing else in the world matters - it is just you and her.
Paige's breathing begins to slow down and you know she is out. Your hands continue to run through her hair.
You are watching the live from your phone when you see a crap ton of comments coming through on how cute Paige and you are in the back.
"Ya, ya, ya - we get it, they are adorable," Nika says as she reads through the comments.
The girls eventually wrap up the live and begin to head out. You don't bother waking up Paige. Once the girls are gone you debate waking her up or letting her sleep - after a few minutes of thinking you decide to wake her up.
"B," you say and begin to shake her shoulder. You hear her groan.
"Let me put you to bed, ya?" You ask, knowing it is not really a question.
She groans again.
Your hand comes down to her waist and gives it a little squeeze.
"Come on B, you will be much more comfortable in bed," you say and begin to move your legs.
Her sleepy eyes begin to open and she sits up. Her shoulder leans into yours as her head finds your neck.
"Will you please sleep with me? Don't sleep well without you," she says.
"Of course I will," you say as you help her up. You don't think she is fully awake when you hear what she says next.
"You're the only one I want in my bed ever," she says as you help her into her room. You laugh and mutter a response along the lines of 'sure, whatever you say'.
"Serious. No other girl is like you. Hurt when you sent me away," she mutters. You know she is referring to last night. But in your defense, she hurt you when she took that girl to the bathroom at the bar.
"Okay sleepy girl, let's just get you to bed," you lay her down and tuck her in. You walk out to the kitchen to turn the lights off and grab a glass of water. When you walk back into Paige's room you see her sitting up.
"B, why are you sitting up, lay down love," you say knowing she is using every ounce of her energy to fight off sleep.
"Wanted to make sure you came back to me," she says and begins to lay back down. You make your way to your side of her bed and find your way under her covers. She scoots her way over to you and nestles into your side. She doesn't need to be held but just likes to be close to you.
"Go to sleep, B."
She sighs and hums.
Both of you sleep 10x better than you did the night before.
The next few days are back to normal between you and Paige. Neither of you brought up the night in the bar. That may or may not bite you in the butt later but since things are going smoothly you didn't want to backtrack.
The team's practices have been going extremely well - they were preparing for March Madness. The bracket had just been announced and UConn had a pretty easy route to the final.
At the end of practice, you and Paige make your way back to your apartment. The two of you shower (individually) and then find yourselves working on a Lego set in the living room.
"Hey B?" You ask the girl sitting across from you.
She lets out a low 'hmmm' signaling she is listening but doesn't look up from the instruction manual.
"I kind of want to do another lesson," you say shyly as a light pink tint graces your cheeks.
Paige's head whips up and she looks at you. Her eyes darkened as she put down the Legos she was holding.
"You kind of want, ma? Or you know you want?" Paige says in a teasing tone. "Because we aren't going to kind of move on."
"I want," you say - your voice coming out as a whisper. If you were being honest - you had been ready for a lesson the past few days but didn't want the normalcy that had just been restored to waiver.
"Okay baby, we can do a lesson," Paige says, not moving an inch.
You feel your body react - you find it extremely hard to sit still under her stare. You squeeze your legs together under the table in hopes of relieving any of the fast-building pressure you feel.
"You know how to kiss," she says. "Very well, I might add."
This causes you to blush even more now.
"All thanks to you," you reply.
"Me...and those videos you watched,' Paige says with a smile. You groan and roll your eyes.
"I am never going to live that down, am I?" You say as your hand comes up to cover your face.
"Nope!' Paige says. She continues.
"You know how to get a girl going so I think now is the time to show you how to make a girl feel good."
You look at her with a confused look. "I thought both of the first lessons were already making you feel good."
"Oh they are babe, but I am talking about the best feeling," Paige says as her hand finds your leg under the table, moving it painfully slowly toward your center.
You gulp and let out a moan. You then nod.
"Show me what you have learned so far ma," Paige says as she removes her hand from you and leans back from the table. She waits for you to make a move.
It takes you a second to compose yourself but slowly get up from your side of the table and make your way to her. She is leaning back against the couch and pushes the table away from her to give the two of you more space.
You stand above her as you bring one foot to each side of her. She is looking up at you, watching your every move - anticipating your touch.
You lower yourself to sit on her lap, making sure you both are comfortable. Her hands come up to your waist, lifting your shirt just enough for her fingers to brush your skin. Your hands come up and wrap themselves around her neck.
"Are you ready?" You ask, brushing a little of her hair out of her face.
"Oh babe, I am already for you," she says and that fuels the fire in you.
You lean in to kiss her but don't meet her lips. Instead, you kiss the corner of her lips and a trail down to her neck. You give her neck the proper attention it deserves as little breathy moans escape her lips. Once you begin to feel her fingers grip and knead at your waist you finally let your lips meet hers. One of your hands comes down to meet her breast and you begin massaging it causing her to moan - this allows access to establish your dominance in the kiss.
Her hands come and begin rubbing up and down your thighs causing you to moan this time. Paige can't help herself and begins to kiss down your neck. Your head falls back as you let her take control.
"Always so good for me," she says between kisses.
"Making me want you," she breathes out.
In one swift movement she lifts you up and is walking to her room. You let out a squeal, forgetting how strong she is. Your legs wrap around her torso. When she gets in her room, she lays you on the bed and looks down at you.
There she goes again - making you squirm under her gaze.
She removes her shirt slowly and you do the same - leaving both of you in shorts and sports bras. You slowly hook your fingers around the waistband of your shorts and move them down your hips.
Paige licks her lips as she watches you undress.
The two of you practically have seen each other naked so the removal of your shorts was nothing she hasn't seen. But how you took off your shorts - your eyes locked with hers, moving almost too slow has her wanting to do the most ungodly things to you.
"Have you touched yourself before?" Paige asks. Her voice has developed a low raspiness that you know you will grow to crave.
"Yes," you say softly as you nod your head.
"Show me," she says. Not a question, but a demand. "Show me how you make yourself feel good."
Before you can contest, Paige continues.
"How you please yourself is the start of how you are able to please others. Let's see how you do," she says.
You nod again, muttering an 'ok'.
Your hands come up to your breasts, squeezing them together and massaging them. It wasn't that you needed more stimulation, but it was where you would start when you were alone.
"Take off your bra," she says. Another demand.
You lift and take off your sports bra to reveal your breasts to your best friend. Her eyes scan them and notice how perfect your nipples are, all perked up and ready to be devoured.
Your hands find them and begin to play with them. You release a little moan as one of your hands makes its way down your stomach to your center. You keep your hand outside your undies as your fingers begin to circle the most delicate part of your body.
You let out a full-on moan and squeeze your eyes shut. You are the most turned-on you have ever been and all in front of your best friend.
You continue to work on yourself as you feel the bed dip beside you. Paige comes and attaches her lips to one of your nipples.
"Oh - fuck," you yell as your free hand comes up to hold Paige's head. Her tongue swirls around and has you close to your climax. Right as your breathe begins to pick up, Paige reaches down and slows the hand working on yourself.
"Alright baby, good job," Paige says and you whine. You were so close to your finish and she just stopped you in your tracks.
"Why'd you stop me?" You ask, head spinning from the loss of contact.
"Because I want to finish the job," she says as she lowers herself to your core.
She spreads your legs apart and rests herself in between them. She doesn't make a move to lower your undies but trails her fingers up your thighs and places them where she removed yours from.
Her fingers begin to work on you. Your moans fill her room.
She begins to kiss your thighs, sucking on them.
"Paige, I am close," you say as you bite your hand.
"Let go for me baby," she says as she drives you through your high.
You say her name more than she has ever heard you say it before, tangled in with a string of cusses. She slows down and gives one last kiss on your thigh before coming up to kiss you.
"You were amazing," Paige says as she lays next to you.
Your head is still spinning and you squeeze your legs together.
"I think that was the best orgasm I have ever had," you say with a laugh.
Paige lays back and puts her hands behind her head.
"Your turn ma," she says as she looks at you with hooded eyes. You squeeze your legs together trying to dissipate the pressure building in you yet again.
You turn over and kiss her neck, your hands coming to tug at her sports bra.
"Off please," you say in between kisses. She complies and removes it, throwing it somewhere across the room.
You kiss down her chest and take one of her nipples into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it as you knead the other with your hand. She lets out tiny strings of moans as you do work on her skin. You continue to kiss down her stomach and across her hip, stopping once you kiss the inside of her thigh.
Your fingers come to hook the waistband of her shorts.
"Can I take these off?" You ask looking up at her.
"Of course babe," Paige says.
She lifts her hips as you bring the shorts down her legs and discard them on the floor.
You attach your lips to her inner thigh again.
"And you thought I was wet," you say in a teasing tone. "You are soaked, B." You don't know where the newfound confidence came from but use it to your advantage.
"Ya ya ya," she says then lets out a moan as your fingers come up to circle her center.
You do everything that she did to you, changing up the speed and applying different pressures. You continue kissing her inner thighs but take the opportunity to really suck on them. While she peppered light kisses to your thighs, you plan on sucking the life out of them so that any girl she has in this position in the next few days knows you've been there.
"You are doing great ma, keep going," She says as her hands come to grip the sheets.
"Say my name," you say as you ease your pressure. "I want to hear you say my name."
She cusses and then moans your name. You are proud of the confidence that has presented itself in this situation.
"I'm close ma, don't stop," Paige moans as her back arches off the bed. One of her hands comes to intertwine her fingers with yours - something she usually has other girls doing when she is in your position. It is intimate but Paige doesn't care, she feels too good to care.
You pick up your speed and give one last good suck to her thigh as she rides out her high.
Her moans fill the air as she pants and comes down from one of the best orgasms she has ever had.
You kiss back up her hip to her stomach. You are lying on top of her as her breathing comes back to a normal pace.
"How did I do?" You ask bringing your arms up to your chest for you to rest your head on. One of her arms comes around to hold you in place - never wanting to let you go.
"Fucking amazing," she says as she looks down at you. Paige could get used to this. Kissing you and claiming you as her own. She wants to tell you how much she loves you and how she wants this to be the norm. How she wants to hold your hand in public and kiss you freely. To be the only person to hold you but the fear inside her overpowers all of those thoughts.
You smile up at her and as you do her arms release you. You begin to get up and grab your shirt, putting it on.
"Wanna go finish the Lego set?" You ask as you toss her shirt to her and put your shorts on. She nods and sits up, putting the shirt on and watching you head out to the living room.
You are unbelievable to her. Not five minutes ago did you have her back arching and orgasm and now you want to go on with life as it was before.
As Paige makes her way out to you, her heart and her head are in conflict. Her heart is screaming at her to tell you that she's completely in love with you while her head is sitting back telling her a soft 'I told you so'. Her head was and is right. The fear that grew in her when this all first started with The Ask was more present than it had ever been.
The fear that you would be her best but never hers...
At least that is what she told herself.
AN: I feel this did what it was meant to do but if you have thoughts let me know them! And as always, thank you for your love and support đ
Summary: As the maid of honor, youâd been dreading this wedding for many reasons, but the main one was the best woman. Will you guys make it through the evening without going at each othersâ throats?
Pairing: Paige Bueckers x reader
Warnings: language, alcohol/drinking, sexual content (yes, smut)
You sigh as you take another shot. This wedding couldnât be over with fast enough. Suddenly you hear your name being called and quickly stash the bottle in your trusty hiding spot, before emerging from the back room and nearly tripping over your bridesmaid dress. Fucking stupid dress too, you think.
As much as you loved your best friend, you couldnât wait for this day to be over. All the money, the planning, the stress⊠you were well and truly over it. Never again would you agree to be a maid of honor, no matter who asked.
You run back into the getting ready suite and your best friend is nearly in tears. The schedule is off⊠by five minutes. You try really hard not to roll your eyes as you reassure here that everything will be just fine.
Of course he still wants to marry her.
Of course she looks beautiful.
Of course youâll take care of everything - just like you always do.
The wedding planner is MIA, so thatâs your next mission. As youâre making your way through the venueâs halls, not paying attention to whatâs in front of you, you run smack into the best man.
Best girl? Best woman? Resident fuckboy of the event? Didnât matter what you called her.
âWhoa, you wanna watch where youâre going there, ma? Coulda crushed my lil flower.â
Paige motherfucking Bueckers.
âItâs not a little flower, dummy. Itâs a boutonniĂšre.â
She just rolls her eyes as she looks you up and down.
You scoff. âHave you seen the wedding planner, by chance? Sheâs missing.â
âUh⊠Iâont know, whatâs she look like?â
Now you roll your eyes. âCâmon dude, sheâs only been up our asses the past two days starting at the rehearsal.â
Paige looks more fidgety than normal, and clears her throat. âI think that might be her nowâŠâ
You have no clue how sheâd know that when she hasnât even looked up until you actually see the wedding planner.
No. She. Fucking. Didnât.
The girl (what the fuck even was her name?) is running up to you, profusely apologizing, but you can only stare at her mussed-up hair, smeared lipstick, and incorrectly buttoned top.
âThe bride is having a total breakdown up there and youâre actually down here FUCKING the best⊠uh⊠whoever-the-fuck?â
You erupt and see tears threatening to fall from the girls eyes, but you didnât care. For years, and especially the entire time youâve had to âwork togetherâ on this wedding, Paige had been absolutely insufferable. Never fully contributing, always goofing off, leaving you to clean up the messes. Not anymore.
âHey, hey,â Paige reaches out her arm to lay across the wedding plannerâs shoulders and she looks like sheâs about to sink into the floor. âMy fault, okay? Iâll fix it. Why donât you run up and check on the bride and Iâll, uh, see you later, huh?â
The wedding planners tears momentarily dry and she quickly runs past you to head upstairs.
âWell⊠that was unnecessary.â Paige ventures at you, as she leans back against the wall, hands in her pockets and propping her foot up on the stone.
Before you respond, you take a good, hard look at her.
Her hair looks perfectly fine - it looks as if itâs been beach waved before being pulled back into a chic bun at the nape of her neck, two long strands poking out at the front of her head.
Sheâs wearing her outfit for the wedding, minus the jacket. Black dress pants, white button-down shirt and an exquisitely cut black vest that has been tailored to fit her frame perfectly.
She looked hot, but that was the problem. She knew she was hot. And people that knew they were hot could get away with a lot of things. That didnât fly in your book, though.
âNo, whatâs unnecessary is that girl was perfectly professional before you sunk your claws in her.â
âOh, Iâve got claws now?â Paige gives you a wry smile.
Instead of shooting back a retort, you square your shoulders up to her, getting into her face, silently grateful that your heels give you a better angle to look into her eyes.
âI donât care what you have, but if you do anything else to screw this day up for my best fucking friend, then youâre gonna find out that I have claws too.â
Youâre both staring intently at each other, barely breathing. Paigeâs eyes flick momentarily down to your lips and back again and you shoot her a look of triumph, pushing her shoulders back slightly.
You back up slowly, leaving her looking dumbstruck against the wall.
âNow, go do your actual job for this wedding, please. The schedule is off by five fucking minutes.â
You head back upstairs and make a beeline for the back room, grappling for the bottle of tequila youâd hid. You flick the screw top off and down another mouthful.
What. The. Fuck.
Youâd played it pretty cool in front of her, but seeing Paigeâs demeanor change when you got up in her face did something to you. You didnât want to find out what exactly that was, so you downed another shot, smacking your lips loudly.
Walking out into the hall you see the wedding planner is back on her timeline (thankfully), but absolutely refuses to make eye contact with you (whoops). At least your best friend is happy.
âOkay, bridal party! Weâre going downstairs now to get lined up for the processional. Grab your bouquets from my assistant at the foot of the stairs, and find your corresponding partner from the groomsmen, just like we practiced yesterday!â
She claps her hands once, your cue to get moving. You wait til everyone descends the steps before pulling your best friend into a tight hug. âYouâre gonna be perfect. I love you so much.â
She can only nod, tears threatening to fall as you remind her not to mess up her makeup, before descending the stairs yourself.
The bridal parties are in chaos of course, and youâre searching for the idiot whoâs not only your partner, but also who you assume is at the center of the ruckus. Youâre pushing past random dudes in suits looking for her, before you finally find her at the end of the line, which⊠is your designated spot. Sheâs on time and in the right place? Were pigs flying?
Her hands are still in her pockets and sheâs looking down at her shoes. Her posture suggests kicked puppy, but you know her better than that. You sidle up to her and nudge her with your hip. âYouâre behaving.â
You say it as a statement, but itâs definitely more of a question. She just sniffs and nods, not making eye contact with you.
Boo-hoo, you think. It was about time she got a taste of her own medicine. You look around and realize you forgot to grab your flowers. You sigh loudly before turning to Paige. âDonât move, Iâll be right back. Forgot my bouquet.â
âWait,â she reaches out a hand to grab your elbow, before turning to the chair behind her and handing you the wrapped bundle of blooms. âI, uh, grabbed it for you on my way back here.â
Wow.
You were⊠slightly impressed?
âOh, um, thanks,â you mumble, taking it from her, and turning back toward the front, trying to ascertain when this thing would start. But Paige continues to surprise you, as she turns once again and clears her throat.
âHey, I jus wanna apologizeâŠâ she trails off, and you narrow your eyes. âFor?â
âFor being a dick. I love those two idiots so fucking much and Iâont wanna ruin anything for them. I shoulda been more considerate of them and you⊠I know you put in a ton of work and dragginâ me along like dead weight this whole time. I just⊠Iâm really sorry.â
That was the most sincere youâve ever heard her sound. She looked wrecked about it truly, and fuck you really didnât need her to break down on you now, too. Did you really have to do everything?
âHey, itâs all good. Weâre here now, we made it, weâll get through it and get drunk, yeah?â You say, while placing a soothing hand on her bicep. Youâre not sure youâve ever touched her arm like that but fuck, sheâs not even flexing and you can feel the lean muscle through her dress shirt. Which reminds youâŠ
âShit, did you have a suit jacket?â Youâre looking around wildly before Paige chuckles and turns to the chair behind her. The jacket is hanging off the back.
âI swear, imma make you stop underestimating me.â She winks and thereâs the old Paige you know.
You scoff and playfully punch her arm as you hear the wedding planner yelling, âPlaces!â
Since youâre the maid of honor and Paige is the best woman, youâre the last two to walk down the aisle before the bride and her father. The wedding planner is placing the rest of the bridal party into positions, not making eye contact with either you or Paige, and sending her assistant over to work with you two.
âOkay, Iâll give you a signal when itâs your turn to walk. Just go slow, but donât drag your feet. Keep pace, smile, and try to walk in-step, okay?â You both nod, trying to memorize the instructions.
âOh! And maid of honor, put your hand around best womanâs arm, please. Thatâs how everyone else is doing it.â
You gulp as she hurries the other way and pray that Paige didnât hear that. She gazes down at you from under her lashes and offers her left arm. You thread your hand through, clinging to her bicep shamelessly now, and even with the jacket on you can feel the hard muscle. Unless wait, is she flexing now?
You turn to her and sheâs got the goofiest grin on her face, waggling her eyebrows at you. âYouâre stupid,â you chuckle, while trying to hide the fact that youâre not mad about the flexing. Not mad at all.
The processional music starts and you and Paige shuffle forward slowly, waiting for all the other couples to make their way down. âOkay, now!â The assistant whisper yells at you both, and you and Paige both take a tentative step forward. Youâre sweating, even though you know thereâs nothing to worry about. You wonât fall⊠you donât think Paige would even let you. Sheâs all confidence as she walks instep with you, flashing her dazzling smile at the seated guests. When you get to the front, Paige grabs the hand you have around her arm with her free hand, and unlaces you from her. You move to turn away from her and head to your spot when she actually keeps hold of your hand, walking the other way before dropping it.
Your face is burning as you find your mark, and turn resolutely toward the aisle, awaiting the bride. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Paige smirking at you, and you try to ignore her.
The ceremony is beautiful, and itâs a relief when itâs over. Only the speech is left and then Iâm free, you think to yourself. You watch the bride and groom walk back up the aisle, and move into position as you and Paige are next. She offers you her other arm this time, and you take it without glancing at her. She sniffles, and you snap your head in her direction. Her eyes are slightly red - had she cried during the ceremony? Youâd never pegged her as a softie. You quickly look away before she notices, and once youâre back up the aisle, she drops her arm without a second glance your way.
âI am not doing the fucking griddy as my entrance to this reception,â you spit at Paige whose hands are flailing wildly, trying to plead her case.
âItâs the song they chose, though. We gotta!â
You groan.
âNo Paige, like I literally canât, not in these heels, and not in this low cut of a dress.â
She licks her lips involuntarily as her eyes flit to your chest and then back up again. She holds her hands up in defeat.
âAight, aight. You can be my hype woman then while I do it. Deal?â
âWhatever.â You roll your eyes and pretend to busy yourself with fixing your hair before entering the reception, but youâre really trying to decipher Paigeâs facial expression after she looked at your chest. Was that just a typical player move, or was there something else behind those eyes?
You donât get long to ponder, as the music has started and the other couples are being announced and making their entrances.
âAight, weâre next, ma. You ready?â
You open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. Itâs the second time today sheâs called you âmaâ, after never having done it before. Why didnât you hate it? You sort of felt the opposite of hate about it.
âCâmon,â sheâs grabbing your wrist as your names are announced and Paige is in full performance mode. You snap back into yourself as you walk next to her, flicking your wrists to hype her up, and laughing at the crowds reaction. They loved it. You make your way to your seats and crash into them. The bride and groom had elected for a sweetheart table, so instead of sitting four people away from Paige, youâre right next to her.
You sigh, throwing your flowers down and glancing at the table. No one thought to get you all drinks before dinner? Fan-fucking-tastic.
As if reading your mind, Paige deftly reaches into her jacket pocket, pulling out a flask and coughing in your direction to get your attention. âYeah, I came prepared.â
âBless you,â you say, snatching it from her and taking a big swig before grimacing. âUgh, whiskey, really?â You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.
âIonât mess around,â Paige winks at you as she re-pockets the flask, and the DJ comes on to kick things off.
Thereâs the first dance, then dinner, then cake cutting, and once everyone is sufficiently full and lulled into complacency, itâs time for the speeches.
Youâre sweating as you reach in your bag for the paper your maid of honor speech is written on. It was in your phone too, but your Type A personality wouldnât allow you to not be extra prepared.
You glance at Paige, knowing sheâs gotta go first, but she doesnât look nervous at all. As they announce her name, she stands up confidently, no phone or paper in her hands. Was she really going to just speak off the top of her head? She grabs the mic and immediately charms the pants off the crowd. Over the course of her speech she gets laughs, tears, awwâs⊠everything in between. And just from speaking from the heart. Sheâs extremely complimentary of your best friend, and that alone warms your heart. But then sheâs talking about how many other âamazing peopleâ sheâs met, and she actually name-drops you. Your jaw drops as you make eye contact and she winks at you.
Thereâs no way this girl was actually trying to flirt with you⊠after everything⊠through her wedding speech, right?
She finishes to raucous applause and youâre dumbfounded. She takes her seat next to you again, grinning in your direction, mic still in her hand. She covers it with a large hand as she mouths, âYour turn,â at you, attempting to pass you the mic.
How the fuck were you expected to follow that? You gulp loudly, grabbing the mic from Paige and slowly standing. She starts a round of applause for you, others quickly picking it up and encouraging you as you make your way to stand near the bride and groom.
Somehow youâre able to get your speech out without crying or stuttering, and as you finish the first person to stand and whoop is Paige. The applause you receive is modest, nothing to what Paige got, but how could you compete? Sighing heavily, you sink back down into your seat and notice a glass with melting ice and a lime in front of your plate. You glance up at Paige from under your lashes and she just purses her lips and shrugs. You narrow your eyes, still skeptical as you take a tentative sip.
Damn, thatâs good.
âHow did you know I like tequila?â You question, still sipping the cocktail.
Paige scoffs at you. âIâve known you for years, bro. Do you think I really donât pay that much attention?â
âWell, for one, you just called me bro, soâŠâ you drift off, but your tone is joking, not biting.
She chuckles, leaning back in her chair, lacing her fingers together behind her head. âFair. Guess iont have too good of a track record.â
Now itâs your turn to shrug. âMaybe, but youâre making up for it.â
The reception is in full force, but youâre so exhausted youâve barely moved from your seat. Your best friend has finally made her rounds to all the tables, thanking everyone for being there, and is now making her way to the dance floor. She whispers something to the DJ, who nods, and as the next song ends heâs calling the bridal party to the dance floor.
âCâmon yâall - brides request. Can we get all you lovely ladies and gents out here?â
You sigh and trudge toward the dance floor, mentally preparing yourself for whatever this is, as you had no idea.
âAll right, partner up, partner up!â The DJ is saying and you turn on your heel to find Paige inches from your face.
âWhat is this?â You whisper-scream at her.
âNo idea,â she replies, and she looks just as confused as you are. Your best friend suddenly has the mic.
âOkay guys, I know I didnât tell you about this, but I wanted to share a dance with all of you. Could we do that?â
Everyone begins clapping and grabbing their partners. You guessed yours was Paige.
She waits for you to make the first move, and you hold out your right hand for her left, and place your left hand on her shoulder as hers circles your waist. Sheâs shed her suit jacket since earlier, and you feel the heat radiating off her through the thin material, her large hand enclosing yours as you get your feet set. You notice your heart rate pick up considerably.
You look anywhere but at Paige as you wait for the music to start. When it does, she gently leads you in a slow dance to some Ed Sheeran song. You feel her eyes burning into you, and you finally turn your head to connect your eyes. She immediately pulls you closer as the songsâ chorus swells and you arenât in control of your body. Itâs like youâve given it over to Paige, allowing her to turn you to and fro, sweeping across the floor, a trail of fire behind you both.
Were you drunk?
No, youâd been drinking throughout the day, but not enough all at once that youâd be drunk. You were barely even tipsy, but your head was swimming as you couldnât tear your eyes away from Paigeâs, her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth. You were impossibly close, her hand on the small of your back, pulling you into her, and fuck, why did this feel so natural?
The song is ending and youâre silently cursing the DJ for not extending it, or adding a mix. Paige stills her feet, but waits for you to move your hands from her first. You reluctantly drop them and clap with the crowd, but as you move to walk off the dance floor, a hand grabs yours, stopping you.
Paige leans in close, her breath against your ear. âCan we go somewhere?â Your heart nearly stops. âUmm, yeah. Bridal suite in 10?â
She licks her lips. âBet.â
She walks back to your table, grabbing her drink and wandering to chat with another guest. You try to steady your breathing as you grab your phone from the table and mumble something about going to the restroom.
You feel sober now, as the cool air hits you and you walk back up from the reception space, through the innards of the venue, and up the stairs. You head straight for the back room, groping for the bottle of tequila you hid and taking a quick gulp. It burns, but itâs what you need to even out your thoughts.
What was happening to you?
Thereâs no way you were feeling Paige right now. This had to be a mix of stress, exhaustion, and relief that your job for this event was finally over. Right?
Youâd known her for years. Ever since your best friend began dating her now-husband, Paige had been in your life. Every party, every outing, even most chill hangs, sheâd been there. From the start, you could read her like a book. She had a reputation, as clearly evidenced by the morning sheâd had with the wedding planner. Her player persona was well-documented. Itâs the thing you knew most about her. In fact, it was one of the only things you knew about her, apart from her being a basketball star.
âDo you think I really donât pay that much attention?â
You shiver involuntarily as you recall Paigeâs words from earlier in the evening. Had you just not been paying attention to her? She knew your drink of choice, but, gun to your head, you knew you couldnât name hers.
Why were you feeling guilty? You guys werenât friends. If anything, you were forced acquaintances. Often finding yourselves hanging out together, itâs not like youâd ever spoken outside of those times.
Youâre still lost in thought as you hear someone ascending the steps, and your blood runs cold. Had it been ten minutes already? Youâre attempting to steady yourself as Paige appears in the doorway. Not only had she lost the suit jacket, but sheâd also shed the vest and undone the top two buttons of her white dress shirt. Sheâs rolled the sleeves up, exposing her forearms and you can see the bluish veins poking out of them. Her broad shoulders nearly take up the entire door frame. She looks impossibly gorgeous, the light from the room beyond perfectly bathing her silhouette.
âHey,â she ventures, stepping foot into the room. Youâre leaning against an old school heat radiator that definitely doesnât work anymore. Thereâs not much furniture in here.
âHey,â your voice cracks out but you clear your throat quickly and try again. âHowâs the party?â
Paige chuckles as she takes another few steps into the room. âHonestly? Lame. Tons of people bounced already and the ones that are left are wasted.â
She situates herself across from you, leaning against a pile of boxes and surveying the space.
âNice place back here,â she jokes and you giggle a little too hard. Get a fucking grip, you think.
âYeah, itâs small but uh,â you lean down and yank the bottle of tequila up, dangling it from your fingers.
Paige just nods knowingly. âTequila. Checks out.â
âYeah, how did you know what cocktail Iâd want earlier? Like, really?â
âI told you. I pay attention.â
âTo drink orders?â You snort and she shifts uncomfortably.
âWell, no⊠not exactly.â
Your eyes snap up to meet hers. Was she⊠nervous? She was fidgeting, which is something youâd rarely seen her do.
You narrow your eyes at her. âWhat do you pay attention to, then?â You ask, your voice noticeably softer this time.
âIâont know, just things ya know, like in our friend groupâŠâ she drifts off.
âWe were never friends, Paige.â You state it matter-of-factly.
âYeah, youâve made that pretty clear,â she snaps back, and it startles you. âWhy do you hate me so much?â
As much as the question stings, she has a right to ask it. Youâve definitely never been easy on her - but you had your reasons. She was insufferable!
âI donât hate you, Paige. I know you donât believe me,â you hold a hand up to stop her as she was close to interrupting. âBut I donât. You just make things⊠I donât know⊠difficult!â
âWhat things? Iâm trying my fucking best here!â
âAre you?â You spit back. âWas it trying your best when you fucked the wedding planner the morning of the wedding, while all of us were searching for her?â Now youâre yelling.
Paige shrinks back momentarily before regaining her confidence. You can see the glint in her eye, even in this shallow light.
âThatâs what youâre mad about? That I may or may not have fucked the wedding planner?â
âThereâs no may not here, Paige. I know you did.â
âAnd youâre mad becauseâŠ?â She draws out the last word, comically.
Youâre fully rolling your eyes now. âBecause we needed her and you were too busy getting in her pants!â
âSo youâre mad because you needed her and she wasnât there, or because I allegedly got in her pants?â
âWhy does that matter?â
âJust answer the question.â
You huff. âWhy did you even ask to meet me up here, anyway? To argue? We couldâve done that anywhere. We have done that anywhere.â You try to change the subject but Paige isnât backing down.
âYouâre really not gonna answer my question?â Paige has pushed off from the boxes she was leaning against and is slowly walking toward you now. You feel your throat go dry. You donât answer, and stare her down menacingly as she gets closer to you, inch by inch.
âI think,â she starts, stilling her body about a foot in front of you, âthat you might be wondering what it wouldâve been like to allegedly be the wedding planner this morning.â
You shake your head resolutely, but if she got a good look at your eyes, you know theyâd betray you.
She takes another tentative step. âI think maybe you decided to hate me, years ago, because youâve always wondered that.â
You scoff at this, but itâs not convincing.
âI thinkâŠâ sheâs too close to you now, a long finger reaching out to pull your shaking chin up toward her. âYou know that Iâve wondered that too⊠about you.â
You almost choke out a laugh and say, âFuck you.â
âIâm trying to ma, but you wonât let me.â Paige breathes out, studying your face.
Alright, fuck it.
Without a second thought, you seize Paigeâs face and pull her mouth to yours, lips crushing together as she jolts forward, surprised at the sudden movement.
She quickly regains her composure, and places a hand on the wall behind your head, using the other to cradle your jaw, deepening the kiss. Her tongue prods tentatively at your lips and you open your mouth to grant her entrance. Youâre reaching around to grasp the back of her neck, but your hands find her low bun, and you accidentally pull on it - hard.
Paige lets out a moan against your lips at this, which snaps you back to reality. You push her back slightly, against all your instincts screaming at you to keep going.
Youâre both out of breath as you say, âWhat are we doing?â
Paige sighs running a large hand over her mouth and down her jaw. âI thought we were finally doing this.â
âDoing what, Paige?â
âYou know,â sheâs gesturing wildly with her hands, âThis. Us.â
âWhat us?â
âCâmon manâŠâ she groans. âYou really gonna tell me what I jus said was wrong? All of it? Can you honestly tell me that?â
Sheâs searching your eyes and you can tell that if you said no, sheâd drop it. Probably never bring it up again. Everything could go back to the way it was. All you had to do was lie.
âI canât tell you thatâŠâ you whisper.
âSo⊠you do want this?â Paigeâs gaze intensifies as sheâs waiting for the green light from you.
âFuck, just⊠come here,â you successfully grab the back of her neck this time, pulling her into you again and immediately kissing her with ferocity.
Itâs your turn to moan into the kiss, and Paige takes full advantage, exploring you with her tongue. Itâs too much and not enough, and fuck itâs Paige. Itâs you and Paige just like you always knew deep down would happen, but had railed against for years.
Paige moves so that her hips are pressing your frame back against the radiator, and you can feel her body against yours from head to toe. She moves her kisses down your neck and across your jaw, while her hand tangles in your hair, her other arm around your waist, holding you to her.
You thread your fingers through her belt loops to pull her into you, hooking your leg to hold her there. She suckling at your neck now, and you know you need to be quieter because anyone could be just downstairs, but you canât help it - it feels so fucking good.
Her hot breath is near your ear now, as sheâs panting. She breathes out, âDonât know how long Iâve wanted to do this.â
A groan escapes your lips but even in the throes of all this pleasure, you somehow find a way to combat her. âKeep fucking doing it then,â you snark back, a challenge.
At this, she places her hands under your thighs, and hoists you up to wrap your legs around her waist. Sheâs glancing around at the room and then sighs in defeat. âWhy is there no fucking furniture in here?â
âJust⊠over there. The boxes look more steady than that stupid radiator.â
Paige obeys immediately, walking you both over and setting you gently on the sturdy boxes. She pauses to take a step back and look at you. Her lips are swollen and her bun is starting to fall apart. You canât even imagine what you look like right now. Paige answers for you. âFucking beautifulâŠâ she murmurs.
âGod, this is so cliche,â you scoff, leaning back to take her in. She raises a quizzical brow at you, as sheâs fingering the thin straps of your dress.
âThe maid of honor and the fucking best manâŠâ
She chuckles at this. âYeah, guess it was inevitableâŠâ
âItâs so corny that you better touch me right now before I change my mind.â
Without a seconds hesitation, her hands are on you again, this time reaching around and searching for the zipper of your dress. You bat her hands away and unzip it halfway, enough for the top to be pulled down. You werenât ready to be fully undressed just yet.
You shrug out of the straps, and let the dress fall from your chest, bunching at your waist. Paigeâs eye glaze over as she rakes them over this new expanse of skin. She licks her lips, unable to form words.
âYouâve seen my tits before, dude.â
âDonât fucking call me dude right now.â
âBut you have. At pool parties, hotel rooms, probably many times over the yearsâŠâ
âNot like this. Not just for me.â She whispers as she lowers her mouth to your collarbone, placing soft kisses around your chest, as you throw your head back.
Your hand meets the back of her head again, pulling her hair out of the bun, and tangling your fingers against her scalp. She hisses at this.
âShit, sorry,â you attempt to dislodge your hand until Paige says, âNo, do it again.â
You do as she says, as a warm hand comes up to massage your breast, pinching your nipple between her two fingers. You look up at her and realize that as much as you love seeing her in this suit, you want to see her out of it.
âOff,â you mumble, clutching at the rolled-up cuff of her shirt. She doesnât even move to unbutton it - just hikes it out from where itâs tucked into her pants and chucks it over her head. You lick your lips at the sight of her in her sports bra (of course, even at a formal event), and sheâs already moving to unlace her belt and drop her pants.
Whenâs the last time you really looked at her? Youâd felt her toned arms through her shirt multiple times today, but finally seeing the muscle underneath the tanned skin was enough to incite more than a few dirty thoughts in your head. Your eyes roved over her bra, nipples hard through the fabric, and down to her stomach and Jesus Christ, her abs. They did something to you.
Suddenly your mind was not in control, your body was as you leaned forward, grasping at Paigeâs hips as you licked a stripe from the top of her belly button, all the way up to her chest. Her head lolled back, and she groaned. âOh fuck.â
Your hands find the hem of her bra, pulling it over her head, so now youâre both chest to chest, sharing body heat.
You get an idea.
Quickly, you grasp Paigeâs shoulders and spin her around, so sheâs leaning against the boxes. She barely has time to react. She opens her mouth to protest, but you can tell all this tension has worn her down. You press a finger to her lips. âShh. You donât always get to be the one in control, you know.â
You push the finger into her mouth and Paige laps at it obscenely, circling it with her tongue. You sink to your knees, finger still in her mouth as you lay your head on her thigh, facing toward her still clothed center. You can feel the heat radiating off of her as you tentatively poke your tongue where you assume her clit to be. You must assume correctly because she nearly bites down on your finger as her hand comes to the back of your head, holding you in place. You take that as your cue to continue as you lap at the wetness soaking through her boxers, eliciting frustrated moans from the blonde. You pull away.
âWhat? You need more?â She nods.
âNo, youâre gonna need to tell me what you want.â Your eyes are fiery and you see her look of slight surprise, before it turns into downright need.
âFuck⊠please, just⊠touch me, anything,â sheâs panting and you feel yourself turn to putty at this change in demeanor.
You gaze into her eyes as you reach for the waistband of her boxers, slowly tugging them down her muscular thighs, seeing just how much she wants you by how soaked she is.
âOh fuck,â you breathe out and she whimpers. You stand to quickly unzip the rest of your dress and kick it to the side, leaving you in just your panties. You crouch back down as sheâs looking down at you from underneath her lashes, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth.
You donât hesitate before dipping your tongue into her entrance, gathering her wetness and bringing it up to circle her clit. The moan that falls from Paigeâs mouth is shudder-inducing, and you hum against her, making her thighs twitch.
Soon, sheâs bucking against your mouth which youâre happy to let her do, but she needs more stimulation. You gaze up at her and fuck, she looks pretty. Her hair is cascading over her shoulders, jaw slack, and sweat glistening along her collarbone. âYou need fingers, baby?â
Her eyes snap open at your use of the word and you hope itâs okay before she nearly melts. âYes, please baby, need you to fuck me.â
Using your thumb to massage her sensitive clit, you prod the tip of your middle finger at her entrance before tentatively pushing inside. Youâve barely given her time to adjust before sheâs asking for another, which you quickly provide. As you fuck her, she starts pushing herself down on your fingers, meeting your thrusts, and fuck thatâs so hot, you have to feel something⊠so, you reach down and jam your other hand into your underwear to match your movements on Paige.
You let out a whine at the feeling which prompts Paige to follow your hand with her eyes to see what youâre doing. âOh my fucking god,â she shouts, increasing the speed of her movements, and you follow her lead.
You begin to feel her clench around your fingers and you know sheâs close, her face scrunched up in concentration. âShiiiiiit, yes. Come for me, Paige.â
Your use of her name sends her over the edge, and you do your best to continue your movements, as the feeling of her releasing on your hand catapults you toward your orgasm as well. Youâre both writhing, the air thick with your moans and you catch Paige just as she nearly collapses, her legs like jelly.
âWhat⊠the⊠fuckâŠâ she pants and you nod your head in agreement.
âI know,â you respond, but sheâs already trying to stand up. âWait, wait, take a second.â
âNo, what the fuck? Iâve waited all this time to touch you, to taste you, to make you feel good and you finish yourself off instead?â She sounds actually mad.
âPaige, I-â you start, but she cuts you off.
âStand up.â
You tremble as you do, reaching out for her hand to help you up, as youâre pressed against her, bare skin to bare skin.
âSpread your legs.â
You shuffle your feet enough so that Paige can reach her hand down and swipe a finger through your folds, making your breath catch in your throat. She brings her hand to her mouth, and slurps you from her fingers. âGod, you got that wet from getting me off?â You nod meekly and she growls in your ear. âYou gonna let me make you feel even better than when you touch yourself, huh?â
You gulp, because obviously. âYes, Paige, please.â
âPlease what?â Her hand is trailing down your back to your ass, and she gives it a quick slap making you moan.
âPlease Paige, touch me.â You whine.
You fling your arms around her shoulders, and she quickly grips your thighs, leaning you back against the boxes.
âYeah? You want me to fuck you? You want me to show you how bad Iâve wanted you all these years?â
Sheâs teasing you, her hands ghosting over your thighs.
Youâre panting now at the build up. âFuck yes, please baby.â
âGood girl,â she murmurs, as her fingertip grazes your clit and you jolt at the sensation. âYou gonna tell me how much youâve wanted to fuck me?â
âSo much, P.â
She lightly touches your clit again. âYeah, how bad?â
âBad enough that,â youâre damn near gasping for air, âI couldnât stop touching myself⊠while I fucked you.â
She licks her lips, and her hands stutter slightly. âYeah? You done that before while thinking of fucking me, huh?â
More pressure on your clit now, sheâs rubbing in small circles.
âMhm, all the time. Think of⊠think of fucking you when I touch myself⊠all the timeâŠâ
âFuck, babeâŠâ she trails off, her resolve for keeping up this teasing starting to break.
âAnd whose name do you scream when you make yourself come?â Her eyes are dangerous.
Youâve barely opened your mouth to reply, as she thrusts two of her fingers into you as you gasp and yell out, âPaige!â
âShit yeah, just like that,â sheâs saying as she pumps into you. âLook so fucking pretty on my fingers.â
Fuck, you werenât lying. Youâve thought of this same thing many, many times. Well, maybe not the exact scenario, butâŠ
Suddenly, a thought occurs to you, and you glance down and groan. The sight of her hand, veins popping from her forearm as she works you, is exactly how youâd imagined it.
Paige takes that as a cue to speed up, and sheâs using her other hand to guide your legs to wrap around her hips, as sheâs working you with her whole body now.
âOh my god, babe, I-â
âWhat? You gonna come for me, baby? Câmon, come on my fingers.â
You canât hold it in anymore. You let yourself go, chanting Paigeâs name like a prayer as she keeps up the pace, encouraging you as you ride your peak. When youâre spent, you canât hold your legs up anymore, and they drop from Paigeâs hips. She slowly eases out of you, and youâre suddenly freezing.
âBe right back, I promise.â She says before high-tailing it out of the room, butt naked. Youâre stunned for a moment, until she returns, carrying a blanket that had been lying over a chair in the other room. She folds you around her before wrapping you both in the blanket.
As you come down from your high, you realize that you should be embarrassed, but youâre not. Because itâs fucking Paige. Didnât you know this was always the way this would end?
You glance up at her and she tucks a lock of hair behind your ear. âHi.â
âHi,â you giggle back, amazed at how natural it feels to be held by her. âThat wasâŠâ
âBetter than you imagined?â She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively and you lightly punch her arm.
âOh, please. Like you havenât thought of it too.â
She scoffs. âI most definitely have. Still wasnât better than that. My imagination could never.â
You sigh contentedly and snuggle back into Paigeâs chest.
âDo you think theyâve missed us down there?â
âNah,â she whispers into your hair, âeveryone was either blasted or already gone.â
You nod.
âSo⊠did you fuck the wedding planner this morning?â
part: 1
pairing: paige bueckers x oc
word count: 2.4k
c/w: language
a/n: hiiiii guys! welcome back :) this is going to be such a fun one to write. some of you were wondering about maya, and she was poc! most of my oc's are poc just btw. anyway, hope you enjoy this! for the sake of this fic, uconn did win the 2024 national championship. yes, that's a pipe dream. it's fine! i'm trying out writing in third person, but if you guys like first person better, lmk. feedback always appreciated, love you all as always!!
Paige isnât a patient person, she thinks. No - she knows. She taps her foot anxiously in the car. Sheâs dressed in a blue suit with a white t-shirt underneath, a pair of dunks on her feet. Her hair is down and straight, makeup done to perfection. But for some reason, her leg just will not stop bouncing. Azzi frowns, reaching over to push her leg down and hold it still. âCan you chill?â
âWhat is taking so long?â Paige whines. Azzi flashes her a stern look. âDamn, you canât sit still for two minutes?â KK demands. Paige gives her teammate an incredulous look. âNow you know damn well,â she starts, but then thereâs a knock at the car door. All fourteen of the UConn Huskies inside the car look at each other warily. âDo you think itâs the Secret Service?â KK asks. Ice answers her by smacking her on the shoulder while Paige pushes the car door open slowly.
A head of dark hair pokes itself inside. Paige is startled. She yelps and lurches back, only to be met with dark eyebrows furrowing themselves into a frown. Paigeâs blue eyes meet hazel and she hardly has time to process that the girl in front of her is quite attractive before the door swings all the way open and her teammates are clamoring around her.
âHi, yâall! Iâm Gia,â the girl smiles, and her teeth are straight and white, full lips stretching over them. âIâm gonna take you inside now, so yâall are free to get down.â Paige is still recovering a little, because this girl is startlingly beautiful, and sheâs shocked that nobody else is acknowledging it. Sheâs a tad jealous that KK immediately grabs the girlâs hand, shaking it eagerly. Paige climbs down out of the limo, straightening her suit jacket. The girl - Gia - is walking ahead of them, a pale pink phone clutched in her right hand, matching nails tapping against it. Paige notes the gold adorning her hands, mentally appreciating the rings she has stacked on her fingers, the dainty bracelets encircling her wrists. Paige is mesmerized by the way her hair cascades down her back, streaks of caramel filtering through the dark brown in soft curls.
She watches the way the girlâs hair swings as she turns around to address the team. Paige trails her eyes down the girlâs body. The white blouse sheâs wearing is cinched at the waist by a navy blue pencil skirt, nude heels on her feet. Her tanned skin seems to glow in the sunlight, and Paigeâs eyes catch on a hint of gold sparkling against the warm brown between her collarbones - a gold necklace with the letter âGâ on it. âOkay, so I think youâre gonna have people film you walking up - ah, there they are. So, hang tight here for just a sec, and then when we want yâall to start walking again, weâll say something.â Her eyes rove over the group, and Paige realizes just how obviously sheâs been checking her out when Giaâs eyes meet hers and the other girlâs mouth twitches at the corner.
Paige looks away quickly. Next to her, Ice elbows her. âYou are not slick,â the taller girl mutters to her friend. Paige shoots her a glare. âI have no idea what youâre talking about,â she mumbles back, her eyes easily finding the girl again. Paige feels heat rush through her body when she catches Giaâs eyes roaming over her body in the suit, eyes trained thoughtfully. Her eyes meet Paigeâs again, and Gia bites her lip, looking away.
The cameras begin rolling, filming the well-dressed Huskies making their way into the White House to meet the President and First Lady. Once inside, they follow Gia through the hallways, and Paige tries desperately to remain respectful, keeping her eyes from lingering on the girlâs ass or the way her hips sway as she walks. She fails miserably.Â
âDamn,â KK whispers from next to her, and Paige starts, wondering when the younger girl had sidled up to her. âSheâs fine, right? Itâs not just me?â The blonde nods her head, her mouth going dry. âFineâ didnât even begin to describe it. As though sheâs heard them, or perhaps even the guardâs inner thoughts, Gia twirls around on her heel, her intern ID mimicking her movement. âSorry, yâall. This whole process is a lot of waiting. We had the Thunder in here for theirs and it took forever.â
She taps at her phone for a second, scrunching her nose as her nails clack against her phone screen. Paige decides that she likes the sound. âWhen theyâre ready for you, Iâll give you the go ahead, and yâall just head through these doors right here, sound good?â Giaâs words trail off a little at the end when she catches Paigeâs eyes on her again, but she quickly snaps back into place.
âYâall look so good,â Gia gushes, turning to Azzi. Paige realizes that this girl is probably straight and that she should stow away whatever thoughts sheâs having deep, deep down, then lock them up and throw away the key. Azzi does look good, Paige supposes, in her pink business casual dress. Paige tugs self-consciously at the sleeve of her suit. âYou look good, too,â KK reassures her, but Paigeâs ears have caught on something.
Giaâs talking to Azzi. âYeah, my ex went to UConn,â sheâs nodding to Azzi. Paige continues listening in, unsure completely as to why. âAh, was he a basketball fan?â Her teammate inquires. Paige listens in, somehow feeling that she might get a sense of satisfaction from knowing this girlâs ex-boyfriend was a fan of hers.Â
âShe was a big Azzi Fudd fan,â the girl admits, and Paige canât hide the smile that flits across her face at that. Azzi seems touched by this. âAw, thatâs so sweet! Well, I guess not, because you guys broke up, butâŠâ
Gia shakes her head quickly. âNo, no, itâs so chill.â Now that Paige is really listening in, she picks up on a hint of Southern twang in the girlâs voice. âIâm a big fan, too, honestly. Of all of yâall,â she hears her say. At this, some of the girls perk up. âWhoâs your favorite?â KK demands immediately. Gia laughs, the sound tinkling and lovely. âProbably you, KK,â she admits. âGirlypop!â KK exclaims, jumping up and down, grabbing Giaâs hands.Â
âGirl, that made my day,â KK tells Gia as she laughs at the girlâs antics again. âEveryoneâs always a P Boogers fan.â At this, Giaâs eyes flit to Paigeâs, and Paige swears her heart drops to her stomach. âP Boogers, take a picture with me!â KK squeals, making fun of her teammate, but Paige and Gia are only looking at each other.
âYouâre not a fan?â Paige hears herself ask. Gia smiles slightly, crossing her arms casually. âI didnât say that,â she says, smiling slightly. âAh, but KK over me?â The blonde muses. Before Gia can answer, KKâs draping an arm around her shoulders and squeezing. âGia knows whatâs good,â she nods solemnly, and Gia laughs at this again.
Paige internally pouts. It certainly doesnât seem like this girl is into her younger, energetic teammate by any means, but for some reason, Paige wants her attention. All of it.Â
âOh! Theyâre ready for yâall!â She exclaims suddenly, glancing at her phone. Paige doesnât want to leave. She certainly doesnât want to go meet the President, and sheâd much rather stay here and figure out just why this stunning girl prefers KK to herself. Gia looks up from her phone, noticing Paige lingering back. âHey, all good?â She asks. Paige nods, her fingers tingling at the fact that this girl is talking to her. Directly to her. Gia touches Paigeâs arm lightly, and it sends sparks zooming through the taller girlâs body. âHope I didnât hurt your feelings too much,â she jokes, and Paigeâs heart thumps at this.
Paigeâs eyes zoom in on Giaâs manicured hand, the tan of her skin stark against the light blue of her suit. She didnât think it was possible for someoneâs hands to be so attractive, but they really are beautiful. âNah, youâre all good,â she breathes. âYou coming in with us?â She asks suddenly, then cursing herself for how glaringly not smooth the question is. âUh, I can,â Gia says slowly, clearly taken aback by the question. âIf you want.â
Paige feels a smile tugging at her lips. âYeah. That would be cool.â Gia smiles slightly at her, and Paige thinks she might die. Then she gestures for the blonde to go first before following her inside.
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Giaâs aware that the President of the United States is speaking. Sheâs sitting in the back, one leg crossed over the other, supposedly watching him intently. âYour 2024 NCAAâŠâ Yes, yes. She knows. But her eyes are trained on Paige. Sheâd tried to play it cool, and she doubts that she succeeded.Â
Somehow, sheâs even more attractive in person. Gia remembers watching her back in high school, all those tapes of insane passes and crazy shots and back and forths with opposing coaches. Sheâd followed Paigeâs career, because really - how could you not? She remembers being saddened by the news of her ACL injury, and is impressed by the comeback sheâs made. She watches Paige make her way to the podium, taking the mic from the President.
âThank you so much, Mr. President. It really is an honor to be in our nationâs capital, an honor to be in the same room as all of you. These guys are my family, weâre all family here, and weâre just so blessed to be standing on this stage. I stayed true to myself, stayed true to God, and now weâre here, after all those obstacles, as national champions. It means a lot to be here right now. Thank you all, thank you, Mr. President, Madam Vice President, thank you.â
She wonders for a second if Paige is nervous, speaking in front of all those people. The way she speaks is so smooth, words just rolling off her tongue, mouth forming the words in a way thatâs so attractive it should be criminal. Her demeanor is laid back, but thereâs a sincerity to what sheâs saying. She watches as the blonde hands the mic back, and her teammates pat her back teasingly as she rejoins them.
They take pictures, mingle for a bit, and Gia waits patiently to escort them out. After the room clears, and itâs just them, she approaches the group. âHey, Gia, right?â Nika Muhl calls the shorter girl. âYes! Whatâs up?â Gia asks. âYou know any good food spots? Weâre trying to figure out where to grab dinner tonight,â she says. âYou should come with,â KK chimes in.Â
Gia twists her mouth, considering the offer. KK grabs her arm, tugging slightly like a small child, but itâs so endearing that sheâs already planning on saying yes. âCome onnnn! Itâll be so fun,â she begs. Her eyes wander around the group. âAre yâall sure?â she asks. They all chorus âyes!â and nod eagerly. âOkay,â she relents. âI get off of work at five, Iâll meet yâall after? I can show you some good placesâ Nika smiles at Gia, nodding. Gia thinks momentarily that sheâs even prettier in person. âCan I get one of yâallâs numbers? Iâll shoot you a text when Iâm off.â
âMine,â Paige says quickly from behind Nika. KK shoots her a weird look and Nika snorts. Paige clears her throat and Gia tries not to smile too hard. âUh, my number. I can give it. To you, I can give it to you.â The intern looks at the blonde curiously, wondering why sheâs acting so odd. âYeah, of course,â Gia replies, and wonders if itâs too fast. Too eager. âIf thatâs easiest,â she amends quickly.
âYeah, Paige is an iPad kid, so if you text, sheâll definitely see it,â Ice informs her. Paige frowns at her teammate, smacking her lightly before handing her phone over to me.Â
She types her number into the taller girlâs phone, saving my contact as âGia Thomasâ. âThere you go,â Gia smiles at her, handing it back. Their fingers brush ever so slightly, and they both ignore the electricity that seems to shudder through them at the contact. âIâll text you?â Gia breathes, and hates how airy her voice sounds. Paige nods. âIâll be waiting.â She wags the phone at her, blue eyes twinkling, shooting over a dorky smile.Â
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âMINE!â KK screams gutturally, mimicking her teammate, and the team bursts into laughter again, their giggles filling the hotel room. âShut up!â Paige groans, slouching on her hotel bed. Itâs the fifth - maybe sixth - time that KK had re-enacted her interaction with Gia back at the White House. KK scampers over to Paige, falling dramatically to her knees in front of the blonde. âPlease give me your number! Please! PLEASE!â She begs dramatically, and Paige makes a face at her, shoving her away.Â
âFuck off, KK,â she gripes. âGirl, boo,â KK complains, clambering back up off the floor. âYou are not smooth, bro,â Ice intones from where sheâs lying on the bed. Aaliyah hums in agreement. âDaddy Paige, who?â Aaliyah snorts, and Paigeâs eyes widen. âHey!â She says loudly, offended, and the room bursts into laughter again. âDude, it was bad,â Azzi says, and Paige splutters. âIt was not!â
âYou were practically drooling over her when we first walked in, and then basically foaming at the mouth for her number,â Azzi informs her, always quick to humble her best friend. âYou guys are shit friends,â Paige grumbles, pulling her knees up to her chest on the bed and pouting. Aaliyah reaches up to pat her knee. âIf it makes you feel any better, you canât possibly embarrass yourself any worse tonight,â she says matter-of-factly. The room murmurs in assent, and Paige smacks her teammate with a pillow.
âIs my game really that rusty?â She demands, and everyone clamors over each other to inform her that, yes, her âgameâ is downright pitiful.
âOkay, thank you!â Paige yells, cutting them off and muttering, âAssholes,â under her breath.
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