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✶ i write a lot for womens basketball so honestly just send in requests for any (i would write for bella hines to like dt i'm not picky), as well as alysa liu (my absolute queen, although i'm kind of taking a chill pill on writing for her, sorry), and pop stars i guess? these pop stars include tate mcrae and taylor swift. just send in requests and i may or may not do it
✶ i ONLY write wlw, my 'x reader' fics are never 'x male reader'
what i write:
✶ honestly any format as long as you request it. i enjoy doing oneshots and frequent headcannons a lot
a bit about me:
well obviously i'm gay. but besides that i don't like trump (or support ice, just want to make that clear). and yeah. some of my favorite musical artists include: taylor swift, lady gaga, kotathefriend (check him out, he's amazingggg), megan thee stallion, beyonce, ethel cain, chappell roan, charli xcx, the 1975, lucy dacus, drake, and wayyyyy more.
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Launch Gone Wrong - KK Arnold x Female Reader fluff 💙
“You posted WHAT?”
KK stared at her phone in horror while sitting in the locker room at University of Connecticut.
Paige was already wheezing beside her.
“OH MY GOD,” Paige laughed, practically falling off the bench. “You hard launched!”
“I DID NOT HARD LAUNCH,” KK argued immediately.
“You literally posted a picture kissing her cheek.”
KK’s eyes widened further. “WAIT WHAT?”
The entire locker room erupted.
Azzi nearly dropped her water bottle laughing while Ice Brady leaned over KK’s shoulder trying to look at the post.
“Girl, that is NOT subtle,” Azzi said through laughter.
KK grabbed her phone so fast she almost fumbled it.
And there it was.
Third slide.
A mirror selfie of you sitting on the bathroom counter while KK stood between your knees, your arms around her neck, her face turned into your cheek kissing you softly while you smiled at the camera.
She had meant to post the first picture only.
Not the entire carousel.
Not the relationship reveal.
Not the accidental confirmation that yes, KK Arnold had a girlfriend.
“…Oh my God.”
Paige snorted loudly. “The comments are already going crazy.”
KK buried her face in her hands.
You and KK had been together almost a year, but both of you kept things relatively private. Not secret—her teammates knew you, her coaches knew you, and everyone at UConn basically knew already—but online?
That was different.
Especially with women’s basketball growing as quickly as it was.
Especially with fans paying attention to everything.
And now apparently the entire internet knew she was hopelessly in love with you.
Her phone buzzed violently every two seconds.
Instagram notifications.
Twitter mentions.
TikToks already being made.
“Oh, you’re cooked,” Paige said gleefully.
KK groaned dramatically. “She’s literally gonna kill me.”
But before she could panic any further, her screen lit up with your contact photo.
❤️ my girl ❤️
KK answered instantly.
“Baby, I swear—”
Your laugh immediately cut her off.
And just like that, the panic eased from her chest.
“You hard launched us,” you teased.
“I DIDN’T MEAN TO.”
“You posted four pictures of me.”
“I thought I selected one!”
Now you were laughing harder.
KK slumped dramatically against the locker. “This is the worst day of my life.”
“No it’s not,” you said softly.
Her expression shifted immediately.
Because underneath the teasing, you sounded genuinely okay.
“You’re not upset?” KK asked carefully.
“Why would I be?”
KK blinked. “Because now everyone knows?”
“And?”
KK frowned slightly.
You smiled on the other end of the phone. “KK, you know I love you, right?”
That softened her instantly.
“Yeah,” she said quietly.
“And you know I’m proud to be with you?”
“…Yeah.”
“Then why would I care if people know?”
KK went quiet.
Across the locker room, Paige mouthed, “AWWWW,” while pretending to wipe tears.
KK threw a sock at her.
You laughed softly through the phone. “Besides, your fans are being sweet.”
“Somebody commented ‘KK won at life,’” Azzi announced loudly from nearby.
Another teammate gasped. “WAIT this edit already has fifty thousand likes.”
KK groaned again. “I hate everybody.”
“No you don’t,” you said immediately.
And annoyingly—
You were right.
Because once the initial panic wore off, KK started actually reading the comments.
People calling you both cute.
Fans joking that KK looked “down astronomically.”
Others saying they loved seeing athletes happy outside basketball.
And honestly?
KK couldn’t stop smiling.
Especially because every single photo in that post looked like proof of how loved she was.
There was one of you asleep on her shoulder during a team flight.
One blurry candid from late-night food runs after practice.
One where you wore her UConn hoodie three sizes too big.
And then the accidental cheek kiss picture.
Her favorite.
The one she secretly stared at the longest.
“You know what?” KK said suddenly while standing up.
“What?”
“Maybe I’m keeping it up.”
You laughed. “Oh really?”
“Mhm.”
“You were literally having a crisis thirty seconds ago.”
“I’ve grown since then.”
Paige nearly choked laughing.
KK ignored her completely.
Because honestly?
You looked beautiful in every photo.
And if the world was finally seeing what she saw every day—
Maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.
Later that night, after practice ended and the media chaos finally slowed down, KK showed up at your apartment still wearing her UConn sweats.
The second you opened the door, she wrapped both arms around your waist dramatically.
“My famous girlfriend,” she sighed.
You smiled instantly. “Your fans love me apparently.”
“Obviously.” KK looked at you like the answer should’ve been clear. “I knew they would.”
Your heart melted a little at that.
KK had never once made you feel less important because you weren’t an athlete. Never made you feel out of place around her basketball world.
If anything, she pulled you into it proudly.
You leaned up, kissing her softly. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Yeah,” KK grinned against your lips. “But I’m your ridiculous girlfriend.”
And this time?
When she posted another picture of you later that night—
You laid there slightly humping Paige’s Jean covered crouch. “Please P, pleaseee I’ll be good!” You whined, you could feel her strap underneath her jeans, waiting for you. “Ya sure you can handle it sweetheart?” A husky chuckle left her throat. “Mhm! I’ll be so good” your lips fell into a deeper pout, something Paige had a difficult time resisting. Her hat rested on her dark blonde hair, sitting there all perfect like it always does.
“Prove it darlin’” she smirked slightly. You knew what she wanted you to do. You threw your hips into her, harsher this time. A small whimper fell from your lips. “Atta girl” she kissed your jaw, making you shiver. “This pretty lil’ pink pair of panties look cute but they’re getting a little too wet don’t ya think?” Her blue eyes held a sense of playfulness like she knew you’d do anything just to feel her, and she wasn’t wrong.
Her slim, long fingers reached down to the baby pink lace and her hand cupped your mound. You jumped and she laughed. “Aw, poor baby” her smile made your skin heat up. “You gotta earn my dick, so keep movin’ them cute hips f’me”. She helped you take your underwear off, letting the cool air hit your clit and the roughness of her jeans rub against you. Raw. “Mm!” You cried as you rutted faster. All of your senses were on fire. You could her smell cologne and your perfume mixing together in the room.
You looked down at the wet spot on her jeans and blushed and she noticed. “Tsk tsk, don’t get shy on me sweet girl, I got ya”. The way she had with words didn’t help your sensitivity. It didn’t take long for your orgasm to build up. You shook on top of Paige, whining. “Fuck!” You yelped as you came on her. She didn’t even have to take her clothes off. “Such a perfect girl” she rubbed your back. “You ready?” She smirked and took off her hat. She slid it on your head and tilted it.
synopsis: The daughter of one of the Country’s most influential families has spent years writing stories about horror and everything gruesome. But when her ex-fiancé is found dead and a leaked screenplay appears to predict the crime almost scene for scene, fiction becomes impossible to separate from reality. With the world convinced she's guilty, her real identity discovered, and new enemies, Paige is assigned to become her new bodyguard and protect her—until getting too close starts to feel just as dangerous as the investigation itself.
warnings: death. murder. mentions of gore. dark themes. adult themes. mentions of drugs. cold bodyguard!paige. morally gray!oc. smut. manipulation. stalking. abuse of power. billionaires.
YURI LEE — born lee jiyeon. august 13th 2001. leo. emmy winning screenwriter. horror and thriller. part time resident of busan, south korea. yale graduate. 🇰🇷🇺🇸.
PAIGE BUECKERS — october 14th 1998. libra. high risk bodyguard. introverted. always armed. hopkins, minnesota native. 🇺🇸.
pairing: wnba!reader!single!mom!dating x teacher!paige!dating
wc: 3.6k
summary: every morning, y/n drops off her five-year-old daughter at kindergarten before rushing off to practices, flights, and the endless demands of life as a wnba player and single mother. every morning, paige bueckers tells herself she's not looking forward to seeing her unfortunately for paige, she's a terrible liar.
the first day paige bueckers saw you, she almost forgot what she was saying which was a problem a very big problem because she was standing at the front of her kindergarten classroom on the first day of school, halfway through introducing classroom rules while twenty-three excited five-year-olds stared back at her with varying levels of attention.
some were listening, some were coloring one was trying to put a crayon in his ear it was chaos normal kindergarten chaos.
"and rule number three is—"
the classroom door opened and paige's entire brain stopped working. you stood in the doorway holding your daughter's hand avery though paige didn't know her name yet the little girl was practically hiding behind your leg while peeking around you every few seconds.
you looked tired, not the kind of tired that came from one bad night's sleep, the kind that lived beneath your eyes, the kind that came from carrying too much responsibility for too long a coffee cup rested in your hand.
a backpack hung from your shoulder, your phone was tucked beneath your arm and despite looking exhausted, every time you glanced down at your daughter, your face softened immediately like nothing else in the world mattered more than her.
paige started completely forgetting where she completely forgot what she was doing and completely forgot she was supposed to be teaching. "ms. bueckers?"
she blinked when one of the kids was staring at her. "huh?"
"what's rule number three?" she looked at him then at you then back at him. "don't eat glue." the classroom erupted laughter bounced off every wall because rule number three definitely wasn't don't eat glue and paige knew that but apparently her brain had chosen that exact moment to abandon her your laugh join the children.
quiet warm and beautiful and paige immediately knew she was in trouble serious trouble because she didn't even know your name yet and somehow she already wanted to hear that laugh again. "actually," she quickly corrected, trying to save herself, "rule number three is keep your hands to yourself."
more laughter one kid proudly announced he had never eaten glue before another admitted he had and paige's classroom immediately descended into complete chaos which was probably for the best because it gave her something else to focus on besides you.
except it didn't really work because every few seconds she found herself looking toward the doorway again and every single time she did, you were looking at your daughter with that same soft smile.
eventually introductions ended and parents began leaving children slowly drifting toward activity stations but avery remained firmly attached to your side. "mommy." you immediately looked down. "yeah, bug?"
"what if nobody likes me?" paige felt her heart break a little. you immediately crouched down in front of her right there on the classroom floor giving her your full attention. "avery." the little girl looked at you. "you're funny." small nod. "you're smart." another nod. "you're kind." a bigger nod. "people like kind people."
avery considered that carefully. "what if they don't?" you smiled. "then they're weird." avery burst into laughter and paige nearly melted because she couldn't stop watching and couldn't stop noticing the little things.
the way you brushed hair out of avery's face the way you listened carefully whenever she spoke the way your entire world seemed to revolve around her. "you're gonna have a great day."
"promise?"
"cross my heart."
"double promise?" you laughed. "double promise."
avery wrapped her arms around your neck and you hugged her immediately, holding her tightly and for some reason that image stayed with paige because there was so much love there.
so much devotion so much warmth it was impossible not to notice eventually you kissed the top of avery's head. "go make some friends, bug."
avery nodded then reluctantly let go and wandered toward the other children and suddenly it was just you and paige for a moment neither of you spoke then you smiled. "hi."
"hi." smooth very smooth you laughed and paige wanted to disappear. "i'm y/n."
"paige."
"nice to meet you."
"you too."
your eyes met and for some reason neither of you looked away immediately. something lingered there, something small, something impossible to explain but both of you felt it. "avery already likes you." paige laughed. "she's known me for ten minutes."
"that's all she needs." their eyes met again and paige felt something strange settle in her chest something she immediately chose to ignore. "thank you for taking care of her."
the words were simple but they carried weight because being a single parent meant trusting someone with your entire world and paige understood that her smile softened. "i will."
something changed in your expression just for a second then you nodded. "have a good day, ms. bueckers."
"you too." and then you left paige watched you walk away and immediately walked face-first into a bookshelf hard three students laughed.
one asked if she needed a doctor. the school year only got worse after that because every morning you dropped avery off and every afternoon you picked her up which meant paige saw you every single day at first the conversations were short small simple. "good morning."
"morning."
"how's avery doing?"
"she's excited."
"that's good."
but eventually they became longer and longer and longer until somehow you found yourselves talking almost every day sometimes about avery sometimes about school sometimes about basketball because eventually paige learned you played in the wnba which shocked exactly nobody except paige because apparently everyone else already knew.
"wait." you looked up. "what?"
"you're telling me you're a professional basketball player?" you laughed. "a little late figuring that out."
"nobody told me."
"i've picked avery up in team gear."
"i thought you really liked basketball." you laughed so hard you nearly dropped your coffee and paige spent the rest of the day thinking about that laugh which was becoming a problem, a very noticeable problem especially according to the other teachers. "she's here."
paige looked up from grading papers. "who?" the teacher across from her stared. "the parent."
"what parent?"
"the one you're in love with." paige nearly inhaled her coffee. "i'm not in love with anybody."
"you fixed your hair when she walked into the parking lot."
"that's normal."
"you checked your reflection in a spoon."
"twice."
"leave me alone." the teacher laughed. "you've got a crush."
"i do not."
"you absolutely do." the classroom door opened and suddenly there you were holding a forgotten lunchbox paige immediately sat up straighter the teacher burst out laughing. "oh my god."
"leave."
"look at you."
"leave."
"lover girl."
"get out." you looked between them completely confused. "should i come back?"
"no."
"yes." the teacher pointed dramatically. "she likes—"
paige threw a marker at her; the teacher barely dodged it and immediately ran away laughing leaving paige to suffer alone. you were trying so hard not to laugh and somehow that worse months passed than winter arrived snow covered the sidewalks and somehow you became part of paige's routine.
the best part of it every morning she looked for your car and every afternoon she found excuses to stay outside longer during pickup, every conversation mattered and every smile lingered.
every laugh stayed with her and the more she learned about you, the worse it got because she saw how hard you worked, how exhausted you always were and how much you sacrificed for avery.
one afternoon after pickup, paige happened to glance outside and saw you sitting alone in your car you hadn't driven away avery was in the backseat.
already asleep and you were just sitting there hands on the steering wheel eyes closed silent like you were trying to gather enough energy to make it through the rest of the day.
something about it broke her heart because everyone saw the athlete, the professional, the successful woman but paige saw the tired mother trying her best and from that moment on, her crush stopped feeling like a crush.
because now she genuinely cared which terrified her and then came the day everything fell apart or rather the day avery decided to ruin everyone's life. "mommy?"
"yes, bug?"
"i think ms. bueckers likes you."
the hallway went silent completely silent whereas paige froze you froze even the other parents froze avery looked delighted. "avery."
"what?"
"you can't say things like that."
"why?"
"because—"
"she does." paige nearly passed away right there immediately. "avery."
"she smiles every time she sees you." you covered your face. "oh my god."
"and she talks different."
"avery."
"and she always—"
"avery."
"what?"
"i was using my inside voice." the little girl wasn't wrong which somehow made everything worse paige wanted the floor to swallow her whole, you were trying so hard not to laugh and failing badly then avery grinned completely unbothered. "i'm still right." and ran off toward the playground.
leaving complete destruction behind her you stared after her then at paige then back after her before laughing full-on laughing the kind that made your shoulders shake and paige couldn't even be embarrassed anymore because she was too busy staring at your smile. "i am so sorry."
"it's okay."
"she has absolutely no filter."
"i've noticed." another laugh escaped you then your eyes met hers and suddenly everything became quiet in the hallway, the parents, the children all of it had faded until it felt like it was only the two of you standing there looking at each other. "for what it's worth..." you said softly. "yeah?"
your smile returned smaller this time gentler warmer. "avery usually has pretty good instincts." and just like that, paige bueckers forgot how to breathe again.
for a second she genuinely thought she might have imagined it, maybe she'd heard wrong, maybe her brain had filled in the blanks because it desperately wanted your words to mean something they didn't but the way you were looking at her told her otherwise.
because you weren't laughing anymore you weren't teasing you weren't trying to rescue either of you from the awkwardness you were just looking at her and paige had never hated eye contact more in her life or loved it which was confusing very confusing. "oh."
brilliant absolutely brilliant response you smiled and somehow that made it worse because now there was amusement dancing behind your eyes. "oh?"
paige wanted to disappear immediately, preferably forever. "i had something better in my head." you laughed the sound instantly loosening the knot that had formed in her chest. "i believe you."
"i did."
"mhm."
"i did."
"sure."
paige groaned, you laughed again and for the first time neither of you looked away afterward neither of you rushed to fill the silence neither of you pretended that something hadn't shifted because it had.
the air felt different maybe even lighter but somehow heavier too like both of you were standing at the edge of something neither had been brave enough to acknowledge before then a voice interrupted. "mommy!"
both of you looked down avery came sprinting across the playground completely unaware she'd just altered the course of two lives or maybe completely aware it was honestly hard to tell with her.
she wrapped herself around your waist. "can i have mac and cheese tonight?" you blinked. "hello to you too."
"hi."
"how was recess?"
"good."
"what happened?"
"i played tag."
"that's nice."
"can i have mac and cheese?" paige laughed and you sighed dramatically. "we'll discuss it."
"that's not a yes."
"it's not a no." avery narrowed her eyes. "that's suspicious." you stared paige stared the five-year-old crossed her arms you looked at paige. "she's been watching too much television."
"clearly." avery gasped. "i heard that."
"that was the goal." another dramatic gasp and somehow the moment broke not in a bad way just enough for both of you to breathe again eventually pickup ended, children left teachers headed home and life continued.
except now it didn't feel exactly the same because every conversation afterward carried that moment with it. every smile lingered a little longer, every goodbye felt a little more reluctant and a week later it finally happened, the thing that had apparently been inevitable for everyone except paige.
it was a friday afternoon avery had already climbed into your car and paige was standing beside the driver's door after a conversation that had somehow lasted twenty minutes again. "you should probably go." you looked up. "probably." neither of you moved, paige laughed softly. "avery's waiting."
"she can wait another minute." inside the car, avery immediately rolled the window down. "I CAN HEAR YOU." you closed your eyes. "please stop listening."
"i'm literally right here."
"avery."
"i support this relationship." paige nearly choked you and buried your face in your hands. "avery."
"what?"
"you can't just say things."
"why not?"
"because you're five."
"and?"
honestly fair question, paige was trying so hard not to laugh you pointed toward the passenger seat. "seatbelt."
"that's not an answer."
"seatbelt." avery huffed dramatically before obeying then she pointed at paige. "ask her."
you froze paige froze avery looked pleased with herself then she rolled the window back up like she'd just dropped a grenade and walked away.
silence complete silence you stared at the windshield paige stared at the parking lot neither of you speaking until finally you laughed quietly disbelievingly.
"i swear she's trying to ruin my life."
"i don't know." paige smiled. "i think she's trying to help mine." your head immediately turned toward her and there it was again that feeling that shift that terrifying, wonderful thing sitting between both of you.
paige swallowed, then decided she was done being afraid because she was twenty-something years old because she taught kindergarten because she dealt with chaos every day and because somehow asking out a professional basketball player was still the most terrifying thing she'd ever done. "can i ask you something?"
your expression softened. "yeah." paige took a breath then another then immediately forgot both of them. "would you maybe..."
god she hated this. "would you maybe want to get dinner sometime?" your eyes widened slightly and suddenly paige's heart dropped maybe she'd read everything wrong.
"i've been waiting for you to ask me that." paige blinked once and twice. "what?" you laughed the biggest smile she'd ever seen spreading across your face. "i've been waiting for you to ask."
"seriously?"
"paige." you leaned against the car. "i practically told you i liked you."
"i know but—"
"avery literally told you."
"that's fair."
"multiple times."
"also fair." you shook your head laughing and paige couldn't stop staring because now she knew she didn't have to wonder and didn't have to overthink every smile in every conversation.
every lingering glance you liked her you actually liked her and somehow that felt impossible. "so is that a yes?" paige asked you smiled warmly, beautiful and completely unfair. "it's definitely a yes." and for the first time since meeting you, paige felt like maybe her heart wasn't about to explode until avery rolled the window down again.
"I TOLD BOTH OF YOU." and just like that, both of you dissolved into laughter right there in the school parking lot.
paige spent the entire week regretting asking you out not because you had said no quite literally the opposite you had said yes immediately enthusiastically which somehow made everything worse because now it was real and paige had spent the last six days overthinking every possible detail.
what if she talked too much?
what if she didn't talk enough?
what if she spilled something on herself?
what if she accidentally called you "avery's mom" instead of y/n?
what if—
"you need help." paige looked up and the teacher sitting across from her was watching with concern. "what?" "you've been staring at the same paper for ten minutes." paige looked down and she hadn't written a single thing. "oh."
"the date is tonight, isn't it?"
"maybe." the teacher groaned. "you're impossible."
"i'm fine."
"you changed outfits four times yesterday." paige froze. "how do you know that?"
"you posted all four on your private story."
"with a poll."
"paige." "leave me alone." the teacher laughed so hard she nearly fell out of her chair meanwhile, across town, you weren't doing much better. "mommy."
you looked up and avery was sitting cross-legged on your bed while watching you stare into your closet. "yeah?"
"you're nervous."
"i'm not nervous."
"you're holding two shirts and staring at the wall." you looked down, she had a point. "okay."
"you're nervous."
"maybe." avery nodded knowingly. "because you like her." you immediately pointed at her. "you are not allowed to be this observant."
"i get it from you." you sighed dramatically avery grinned. "you're gonna kiss." you almost choked. "avery."
"what?"
"please stop."
"i'm just saying."
you threw a pillow at her she caught it laughed and immediately threw it back. "you're blushing."
"i hate this family."
"it's just me."
"i know."
"love you too." and despite everything, you smiled because you really did later that evening, after convincing yourself not to cancel seventeen different times, you finally arrived.
paige was already there standing outside the restaurant, hands shoved into her jacket pockets looking nervous, really nervous which immediately made you feel better because if paige bueckers was nervous too, maybe you weren't alone she spotted you crossing the parking lot and instantly smiled.
that smile, the one that had somehow become your favorite thing, the one that made her eyes light up the one that always felt genuine and suddenly your nerves disappeared just a little. "hi."
"hi." both of you laughed immediately because somehow after months of talking every single day, this suddenly felt harder, different, better. "you look nice." the words slipped out before paige could stop them as your smile widened. "you too."
she immediately looked away which only made you laugh. "you're adorable when you're nervous." paige groaned. "oh no."
"what?"
"don't tell me you noticed."
"i noticed three seconds after i got here."
"great." you bumped your shoulder against hers lightly playfully. "Relax." and somehow that worked because it was you inside, dinner started awkwardly then less awkwardly then somehow three hours disappeared and conversation flowed effortlessly.
from basketball to teaching to childhood stories to embarrassing moments to favorite movies to everything in between, at one point paige laughed so hard she nearly spilled her drink. "i cannot believe you got a technical foul for arguing with a mascot." you pointed immediately. "first of all, i was right."
"it was a mascot."
"he started it." paige stared. "i need more details."
"he was talking trash."
"a mascot."
"yes."
"in costume."
"yes."
"and you argued back."
"i stand by my choices." paige laughed so hard her face hurt and god she couldn't remember the last time she'd enjoyed someone's company this much. every second felt easy, natural like they'd been doing this forever, eventually dinner ended neither of you wanted it to which became obvious when both of you kept finding reasons not to leave.
one more story, one more joke, one more conversation until eventually you found yourselves walking through the quiet parking lot.
neither quite ready to say goodbye but as the night air was cool and comfortable and for the first time all evening, neither of you were talking, just walking beside each other enjoying it.
paige glanced over you were smiling to yourself. "what?" you looked up. "hmm?"
"you're smiling."
"i had fun." something warm spread through paige's chest. "yeah?"
"yeah."
you looked at her really looked at her and suddenly the world felt quieter smaller like everything else had faded into the background. "i’ve wanted to do this for a while." paige stopped walking. "really?"
you nodded. "i just wasn't sure if you liked me." paige actually laughed out loud. "are you serious?"
"what?"
"i was so obvious."
"paige." you pointed at her. "you literally spent three months avoiding eye contact every time i complimented you."
"because i liked you."
"exactly."
"that doesn't make sense."
"it makes perfect sense." both of you laughed then neither of you spoke because now you were standing beside your car and the night was ending and neither of you wanted it.
to your eyes met held lingered and for a moment neither moved then paige stepped a little closer not much just enough giving you every opportunity to pull away you didn't if anything, you stepped closer too and suddenly there was almost no space left between you her voice came out softer. "can i kiss you?"
your heart immediately betrayed you because it practically launched into your throat and yet somehow you still smiled. "please."
paige laughed softly, the happiest sound you'd ever heard, then she kissed you gently and carefully like she was afraid you'd disappear if she moved too fast and somehow that made it even better because there was nothing rushed about it.
nothing uncertain, just warmth and relief and months of feelings finally having somewhere to go when you pulled apart, neither of you moved very far foreheads almost touching both smiling like complete idiots. "wow."
"wow," paige agreed, you laughed, she laughed and for the first time since meeting her, you realized something avery was going to be absolutely unbearable about this the realization hit both of you at the exact same moment. "oh no."
"oh no."
you both groaned because somewhere at home, a five-year-old future menace was about to become the most insufferably correct person on earth.
↪ Synopsis :
She’s unstoppable in every part of life—except when it comes to you. With you, Alysa lets her guard down and just wants to stay close.
↪ 𝓦arnings: smut but fluff at the ends
A/n: litte stressed first time doing smut hehe...
I made a short fic to see if you like it. Let me know what you think in a message or even a comment :P
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𝒩𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓎 𝒶𝓁𝓎𝓈𝒶 who puts her leg hook over your hips before you even realize she's awake, her fingers threading through your hair as she pulls you down into the pillows with her. The thing about Alysa—she's always thinking, always calculating, running three steps ahead in her head. But when she's with you, she turns off that part of her brain. She gets needy. Her mouth finds yours before words can form, and she's already arching her back, pressing her chest into yours, making these soft little noises against your lips.
She likes it when you take your time. When your fingers trace down her stomach slow enough to make her breath hitch. When you duck your head and press open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone while your hand slides between her thighs. She'll whisper please into your ear, and it's the only time she ever really begs for anything.
There's something about the way sunlight hits her skin in the mornings. She's still half-asleep, hair a mess, lips slightly parted—and she looks so soft. You can't help yourself. You press kisses along her shoulder blade, down her spine, until she stirs and makes that sleepy sound that means she's waking up but doesn't want to.
𝒩𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓎 𝒶𝓁𝓎𝓈𝒶 rolls over and pulls you on top of her, legs already spreading to fit you between them. She's warm and pliant and she smells like sleep and her shampoo. You kiss her neck and she hums, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back while your hand slides down her stomach, lower, until she gasps and digs her nails in just a little.
𝒩𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓎 𝒶𝓁𝓎𝓈𝒶 who is getting wet before you even touch her properly. That's what morning does to her—makes her sensitive, makes her want. She bucks her hips into your hand and mumbles right there against your mouth, and when you finally slide into her, she arches and pulls you closer, legs locking around your waist.
Alysa gets sensitive after she comes—but she doesn't want you to stop. Not yet. She'll grab your wrist when you try to pull away, shake her head, breathe out a shaky no, keep going. So you do. You keep touching her, slower now, gentler, and she shudders through it. Her thighs tremble. She makes these broken little sounds that are half-sob, half-laugh, and she hides her face in your neck while you rub her through the oversensitivity.
She trusts you. That's the thing. She trusts you enough to let herself fall apart completely, to be vulnerable, to let you see her like this—messy and undone and raw.
𝒩𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓎 𝒶𝓁𝓎𝓈𝒶 who , Afterwards, doesn't want to let go. She curls into your side, face pressed into your chest, and she's silent for a while. You run your fingers through her hair, trace patterns on her back, kiss the top of her head. Eventually she'll mumble something—I love you or stay or don't move—and you hold her tighter.
She falls asleep tangled up in you, limbs heavy and warm, and you watch her breathe until you drift off too.
She says it differently when she's close. Breathy. Desperate. Like a prayer. She'll grip your shoulders or tangle her fingers in your hair and whisper it over and over, y/n, y/n, please, don't stop, and the way her voice breaks on the last syllable is enough to make you want to spend the rest of your life making her feel exactly like this.
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