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Jewish pride is balling out at this year’s Final Four!
From Israeli-American players to proud Jewish coaches, representation is strong on the court—at a time when it’s more important than ever.
Amid rising antisemitism on campus, this is Jewish joy in motion.
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𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒:𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐒
The locker room’s loud.
Too loud.
Shoes squeaking, towels snapping, voices bouncing off tile. The coaches are reviewing the tape. The officials are reviewing the call — the bullshit foul they pinned on you with less than a minute left in the half.
The other team challenged it, which means halftime’s dragging out. Twenty minutes and counting.
You can’t sit still.
You keep replaying it — how fast you closed out, how clean your hands were, how it wasn’t your foul. And now you're benched with three. In your own head. Again.
The adrenaline isn’t fading. It’s festering.
So you leave.
Quietly. No one stops you. They think you’re heading for tape, or to get your ankle checked. You make it to the hallway, then the locker room bathroom. Lock the stall behind you. Sit on the toilet lid, elbows on your knees, head in your hands.
You’re not crying. Just breathing too hard. Just frustrated. Just—
The door opens.
You freeze.
Then a knock on the stall.
Light. But firm.
Paige.
“You in there?” she asks.
You exhale. “Yeah.”
A pause. Then—
“Open up.”
You hesitate.
“I’m not leaving,” she says, like it’s not even a threat — just fact.
So you unlock the door and lean back. Paige slips inside without flinching, shutting it behind her. Her body crowds the stall like she belongs here. Like this is where she’s meant to be.
You look up at her.
She doesn’t look mad. Doesn’t even look thrown off. Her eyes just search yours — quiet, steady, all that calm control she’s known for. The kind that makes you feel seen even when you’re spiraling.
“You’re gonna let that foul call ruin the rest of your night?” she asks, voice low.
“It wasn’t a foul.”
“I know.”
“They’re calling me soft out there. Like I can’t stay on the floor.”
“They don’t know shit.”
You bite your cheek. Try to hold it in. The burn of frustration. The knot in your stomach.
Paige sees it.
And then she does something reckless.
She steps forward. Hooks a hand behind your neck. Pulls you into her like it’s instinct — like this is how she’s always calmed you down.
You kiss her back before you can think.
Her tongue slides against yours — slow but sure, like she’s not in a rush, even though there’s maybe ten minutes left before tip-off. Her hand drops to your thigh, fingers squeezing through the fabric of your shorts.
“You’re still shaking,” she mutters against your mouth.
“No, I’m—”
She presses harder.
“Let me help.”
You swallow.
She drops to her knees.
The stall is cramped. Her jersey brushes your legs. She pushes your shorts down without waiting for permission — like you’ve done this before, like she knows you’ll let her. And you do.
Your breath catches as the cool air hits you.
She looks up once, and there’s a flicker of something in her eyes — hunger, maybe. Or the satisfaction of knowing she can do this. That you’ll let her do this. Even like this — angry, frantic, game clock ticking — you want it.
You need it.
Her mouth is on you before you can form a sentence.
You gasp, hand bracing against the wall, the other tangled in her hair. She licks you slowly at first — wide strokes, tongue flat — then sucks softly, just enough pressure to make your thighs twitch.
“Paige—”
“Focus,” she murmurs. “Just feel it.”
Her voice is hoarse. Sharp. She slips a hand between your legs, holding you open as her tongue circles, presses, licks you like she knows your body better than you do.
And maybe she does.
Your eyes flutter. Your hips move without asking. You grab her shoulder, grounding yourself in the heat, the rhythm, the control she refuses to give up.
“Don’t stop,” you whisper, breath breaking.
She hums into you, tongue dragging over your clit again — firmer now, faster. You moan before you can stop it, thighs trembling.
“You’re close,” she says.
“I know.”
“Let it happen.”
You do.
You come hard — legs shaking, back arching, mouth open and silent because if you make a sound, someone’s going to hear.
Paige holds you through it. Doesn’t stop until your hips twitch away. Then she licks once more, like punctuation, and kisses your thigh.
Her breath is warm when she stands.
You’re still catching yours when she fixes your shorts. Straightens her jersey.
“We’ve got six minutes,” she says. “You ready to lock in now?”
You nod.
Then smirk.
“You’re way too calm for someone who just did that.”
She leans in. Kisses the corner of your mouth.
“You make it easy.”
★ by @newyqrk
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