Gemme some jealous and slight possessive paige. it's kinda hot
What Happens When You Push Her
Note: This is as dirty as yall are prolly ever gonna get from me. Also your welcome😂😂
Everyone knew Paige Bueckers was in the room before she even walked in.
You felt her before you saw her like the bass dropped when the door opened. Loud music, low lights, and somehow she still cut through the chaos like gravity. She wasn’t trying to draw eyes. She never did. But they always landed on her anyway.
Paige was the kind of person who made space by standing still.
Tonight she was wearing low-waisted joggers and a tight black crop top that clung in all the right places, a backwards UConn cap tugged low over her eyes. She barely made it two steps into the house before people started calling her name, offering drinks, pulling her into conversations.
She smiled easily. Dapped people up. Gave hugs. Moved through the crowd like she was on stage.
But her eyes were already scanning the room for one person.
Azzi was here somewhere. They’d come together along with KK and Ice, who had shouted something out the window about “hot people arriving” when they pulled up but the moment they walked in, the wave of attention hit, and they got separated.
Paige hadn’t seen her in twenty minutes.
Until she caught a glimpse of her.
Azzi was near the bar. Laughing. Talking to some guy with perfect teeth and a shirt two sizes too tight. Paige didn’t recognize him probably not an athlete. Just one of those party crashers who showed up for free drinks and the hope of proximity.
His hand was hovering just above Azzi’s lower back. Not touching. But close enough to make Paige’s jaw tick.
Didn’t look uncomfortable either.
Paige stared, cup in hand, lips pressed into a tight line.
“Yo,” KK said, stepping up beside her, already clocking the shift in her vibe. “You good?”
KK followed her line of sight. “Ohhh.”
“Pretty sure that’s just one of Jana’s friends. Chill.”
“You’re literally crushing that cup.”
Paige looked down. Her fingers had crumpled the Solo cup without her noticing.
Ice strolled by, clapped her on the shoulder, and said, “Don’t start a fight, Buckets. Not before we even hit midnight.”
Paige didn’t answer. She was too focused.
Because Azzi still hadn’t looked over.
Still hadn’t given any indication that she knew exactly what she was doing.
Which, of course, meant she knew exactly what she was doing.
Azzi felt her before she saw her.
It was second nature by now the way her body tuned itself to Paige’s presence, like her muscles leaned toward her on instinct. She didn’t even have to hear her voice to know Paige was here. Didn’t have to turn around to know she was watching.
She was talking to some guy whose name she already forgot, half-listening to something about pre-law internships, when her skin lit up like a live wire.
It was Paige. Watching her.
And Azzi? She didn’t look. Not yet.
She smiled at whatever the guy said. Let her hand rest a little longer than it needed to on the edge of the counter. Tucked a curl behind her ear. Tilted her head like she was so interested.
She knew Paige hated this kind of thing. Hated seeing Azzi entertained by other people. Hated it even more when Azzi did it on purpose.
But Paige had been locked in all week barely there outside of practice, quiet during their nights in, and quick kisses.
Azzi wasn’t mad. She knew the season was long. But she was tired of waiting for Paige to look at her.
She was going to make her.
Didn’t storm over. Didn’t cause a scene. Just stood back and watched.
Because Azzi wanted her attention?
Paige didn’t take her eyes off her not once. She tracked every touch, every lean-in, every soft smile Azzi gave away like it didn’t belong to someone else.
And when the guy leaned just a little closer when Azzi didn’t move back?
Paige didn’t say a word. Just handed her drink off to someone, cracked her neck once, and started walking.
The team noticed immediately.
“She’s about to wreck someone’s life,” Ice said, nudging KK.
KK shook her head. “Nah. Azzi knows exactly what she’s doing.”
Sneakers against hardwood. A steady, deliberate rhythm.
She looked up, and there she was.
Paige. Backwards hat, jaw tight, eyes burning a hole through the guy she was talking to.
Paige didn’t stop when she reached them. Just slid in between them, so smoothly it looked natural, and put her hand flat on the bar beside Azzi.
“Having fun?” she asked, eyes still on the guy.
Azzi blinked, feigning innocence. “So far.”
The guy, clearly nervous now, glanced between them. “Uh, I didn’t know y’all were…”
“We are,” Paige said. Still not looking at him. “You good?”
He blinked. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”
And then it was just them.
Azzi leaned back against the bar, slow, deliberate. “Someone’s grumpy.”
“You really want to test me right now?”
Azzi licked her lips. “I didn’t do anything.”
Azzi tilted her head. “So?”
And Paige leaned in voice low, dark, and close. “Keep playing if you want. Just know I’m not gonna be nice about it when I finally take you home.”
Azzi thought Paige would drag her out of the party right then and there.
Paige stepped back, said nothing, and just… walked away.
She wove through the crowd, cool and effortless, slipping into the center of it like gravity. In minutes, she was surrounded with guys she knew from the rec gym, a few upperclassmen athletes, even a couple girls who clearly didn’t mind standing too close when they laughed at whatever she was saying.
She smiled. She cracked jokes. She leaned against the counter like she didn’t just corner Azzi ten seconds ago and whisper threats against her skin.
Azzi stood there, drink forgotten in her hand, stomach twisted in the best and worst way possible.
She knew Paige. Knew her moods, her silences. Knew the calm before the storm. And this? This was Paige in full control punishing her without even touching her.
Azzi watched her work the room. The little things how people leaned in when she talked, how she laughed with her whole mouth and threw her head back when she really meant it, how she carried herself like nothing and no one could shake her.
And she wasn’t looking at Azzi once.
Azzi shifted on her feet. Her palms were damp. She’d started this game, but Paige was winning it.
“Yo,” KK said, sidling up to her with a lopsided grin. “You alive?”
“She’s making you sit in it, huh?”
Azzi sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. “I thought she’d pull me out of here.”
KK whistled. “You must’ve really pissed her off.”
“Oh, she’s mad,” Ice said, sipping something neon green from a Gatorade bottle. “But the hot kind of mad. Like, wait-until-we’re-alone mad.”
KK gave her a sympathetic pat on the back.
Azzi tried to stay normal.
Tried to talk to people, tried to finish her drink, tried not to keep glancing over at Paige like a puppy waiting for a command.
Because every time Paige laughed with someone else, every time someone else touched her arm or leaned in a little too long, Azzi’s stomach flipped.
And Paige still didn’t look at her.
Forty minutes of Azzi pretending not to care. Of Paige pretending she didn’t notice. Of everyone else pretending they weren’t watching this slow, silent war between them unfold in real time.
And then, without a word, Paige looked over her shoulder finally and locked eyes with Azzi from across the room.
Azzi straightened instantly.
Paige lifted her chin once. Just once.
Azzi moved without hesitation.
No goodbye. No hesitation. She just followed.
They didn’t speak during the walk back.
Not across the street. Not through campus. Not in the elevator. Not in the hallway of Paige’s dorm building.
Azzi was wound tight. Breathing shallow.
Paige walked in front of her, calm and slow, keys in hand.
She didn’t say a word as she pushed open the door, stepped aside, and waited for Azzi to walk in.
The door closed behind them.
Azzi turned to say something—
But Paige was already moving.
It wasn’t a kiss. Not really.
Paige backed her into the nearest wall and pressed their mouths together with the kind of force that made Azzi gasp. Her hands came up to Paige’s hoodie, fisting it on instinct.
Paige didn’t let her catch her breath.
Just kissed her deeper, mouth hot and demanding, tongue sliding in like she’d waited hours for it.
Azzi moaned into it, her knees going weak instantly.
“You think that was funny?” Paige growled against her mouth.
Azzi shook her head, lips parted. “No.”
“You think I like watching people look at you like that?”
Azzi swallowed hard. “No.”
Paige grabbed her jaw gently but firmly. “You liked teasing me.”
Azzi blinked, already flushed. “I wanted your attention.”
“You had it,” Paige snapped. “You always have it.”
She kissed her again harder this time until Azzi whimpered and clutched at her shirt like she might fall apart.
And then Paige pulled back just enough to let Azzi breathe.
“Strip,” she said simply. “Then sit on the bed.”
Azzi went without a word.
Azzi had never been this close to falling apart.
Her whole body trembled, flushed from her chest down to her toes, skin damp with sweat and need. Her thighs shook every time Paige so much as breathed on them. Her voice was hoarse from begging three times denied, three times brought to the edge and yanked cruelly back like a wave that never crashed.
She was flat on her back, legs spread, hands still obediently gripping the edge of the bed like Paige had told her to.
Paige knelt between her legs calm, in control, eyes dark with something dangerous and beautiful.
“You wanted attention,” she murmured, dragging her fingers up Azzi’s thigh so slowly it was unbearable. “Now you’ve got it.”
Azzi moaned, barely able to speak. “Paige…”
Paige leaned in, her mouth brushing hot against her ear. “You don’t come until I say.”
Azzi whimpered, nodding desperately. “I won’t. I won’t.”
Paige kissed her again deep and slow and let her hand slide back between Azzi’s thighs.
It was too much. It wasn’t enough. It was everything she needed.
Paige moved her fingers with that same maddening rhythm press, curl, slow drag and Azzi’s entire body arched like a bowstring ready to snap.
Azzi cried out, a broken, aching sound that cut the air in half.
Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes.
She was so far gone it didn’t even feel like teasing anymore. It felt like worship and torture in the same breath.
Paige moved back up, straddling Azzi’s hips, holding her down.
“You feel that?” she whispered. “That ache?”
Paige leaned down, kissing the tears off her cheek.
“That desperation? That’s mine too.”
Azzi sobbed a little, still trembling. “Please. I can’t—I can’t take anymore. I need you.”
Paige stroked her cheek, finally softening. “You gonna be good?”
“Yes,” Azzi breathed. “I’ll be so good.”
“You gonna remember who you belong to?”
Paige kissed her slow, firm, unforgiving.
Her fingers moved again and this time, Paige didn’t stop.
She cried out Paige’s name, eyes squeezing shut, back arching as pleasure ripped through her like a flood. Her legs shook uncontrollably, and Paige held her through it kept her grounded, kept her anchored, whispered her through the high as her whole world shattered around her.
It hit her so hard she nearly sobbed.
By the time it passed, she was spent barely breathing, legs twitching, skin slick, tears on her cheeks from the sheer intensity.
Paige kissed her forehead, then her jaw, then the corner of her mouth.
“You did so good,” she whispered. “That’s my girl.”
Azzi clung to her weakly. “That was so mean.”
Paige smiled against her neck. “You started it.”
“I’m never teasing you in public again.”
Paige brushed sweaty curls from her face. “You are. And I’ll do this again.”
Azzi made a soft, exhausted sound and nuzzled into her chest.
Paige pulled the blanket up around her, tucked her close.
“I love you,” Azzi mumbled.
Paige kissed her temple, holding her while her breathing slowed.
And for once Azzi didn’t dream.
Paige was already everything she wanted.
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