ꜱᴇɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ.
pairing | paige bueckers x reader
genre | friendship, fluff, game day, texting, smut
word count | 3.6k
warning | smut, fingering, use of a toy, lots of messaging sorry
a/n | i’m obsessed w paige’s mirror pics like i hadddd to write about them! and you guys also loved my last paige one shot, i guess i’ll feed you guys before bed 🤗
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game days always started earlier than they needed to.
you’d been awake for maybe twenty minutes when your phone buzzed beside you.
you reached over without opening your eyes, expecting some random notification.
instead, you saw a message from paige.
paige: are you awake
you smiled.
you: yes ma’am
paige: good
you opened your eyes.
you: why?
paige: i need you to be honest
you sat up slightly.
you: about what?
a picture appeared.
it was paige standing in front of her mirror, already dressed for the game.
you smiled immediately.
you: paige.
paige: what
you: you know you look good
paige: i need an actual answer
you: yes paige it looks so so so good
paige: okay but like actually
you giggled.
she’d already taken the picture she liked. she just wanted somebody else to confirm it.
you: actually actually
you: post it
paige: hmm
you shook your head.
you: why did you ask me if you’re gonna argue with me
paige: i’m not arguing
you: you’re literally contemplating about it
paige: maybe
another picture came through of her in the outfit from last game.
“oh my gosh.”
you: okay wait
paige: what
you: this one might be better
paige: SEE
paige: this is why i asked you
you laughed under your breath.
you: don’t get excited
paige: too late
you looked at both pictures again.
you: first one is like an 8.5
paige: ONLY 8.5?
you: second one is a 9
paige: wow
you: don’t let it go to your head
paige: too late again
you rolled your eyes.
then another picture came through.
you: no paige delete
paige: oh my gosh
you: i’m serious
paige: what’s wrong with it
you: everything
paige: you’re so mean
you: i’m saving you
paige: okay my consultant
you: exactly, thankya
paige sent another.
then another…
and somehow, ten minutes later, you were sitting in bed with five different mirror pictures of paige in your camera roll.
you: how many pictures did you take
paige: enough
you: clearly not
paige: okay but which one
you went back through them.
one was good, one was better, one was immediately disqualified, and then there was the last one.
you stopped scrolling.
you: wait
paige: what
you: THIS ONE
paige: really?
you: yes
you: this is the one
paige: okay
paige: posting just for you
you smiled.
a few seconds later, you refreshed instagram.
there it was, exactly the one you’d picked.
you: look how everyone is talking about the one i picked
paige: don’t start
you: you’re so welcome
paige: thank you for your professional services
you: i’ll invoice you later
paige: please do
paige: wait
paige: do you like it with the caption
you shook your head and dropped your head back against the pillow.
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you’d seen the comments.
you’d seen people reposting it.
you’d even sent her a screenshot of one particularly funny comment.
you: people agree with me btw
paige: obviously
you: humble queen
paige: always
you: good luck today, baby
paige: thank youuu
paige: i’ll text you after
you: okay
you stared at the message for a second before adding:
you: have fun too
paige: i’ll try
you smiled.
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the game itself went by quickly.
you weren’t at the arena, but you kept checking the score whenever you remembered.
you watched little clips when they popped up.
sent paige a quick message during a break.
you: how’s it going?
you didn’t expect an immediate response.
instead, one almost an hour later:
paige: we’re good so far
paige: i’m so tired tho
you: you got it, trust
paige: i hope so
you: i’m so proud of you
paige: thank you, y/n
you smiled at your phone before another message came through.
paige: also
paige: you were right
you knew exactly what she meant.
you: about the picture?
paige: yes
you: obviously
paige: everyone’s been talking about it
you: seeeeee
paige: okay don’t make this your personality
you: too late
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the game ended with a win.
you found out through your phone first.
then you immediately opened you guys message thread.
you: GOOD GAMEEEEE
a few minutes passed.
nothing.
you figured she was busy, celebrating, talking to teammates, whatever happened after games.
so you put your phone down and went back to whatever you’d been doing.
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it was later when you heard the front door open.
you looked up.
“paige?”
“yeah.”
you smiled.
“good game.”
“thank you.”
you heard her drop her bag somewhere near the entrance.
then footsteps.
she appeared in the room a few seconds later, looking exhausted.
you looked at her.
“long day?”
“very.”
she dropped onto the couch.
you laughed.
“you survived.”
“barely.”
you climb over her without saying anything else. your knees sink into the cushions on either side of her hips and you settle right on top of her.
she barely has time to look up before your mouth is on hers.
she kisses back slow at first, then deeper when your tongue brushes hers. a soft groan slips out of her when your hips roll down.
you feel her hands find your waist, holding on tight.
“your eyes are so pretty,” you whisper against her lips.
she exhales a shaky laugh. “thank you.”
you kiss her again, slower this time, letting it drag out. her breathing gets heavier.
you feel her chest rise and fall under you, still warm from the game.
your hands slide under the hem of her shirt and you lift it up, pushing the fabric until her sports bra is exposed. you tug that up too, freeing her tits. your palms cup them, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they stiffen.
paige lets out a soft moan, head tipping back against the couch.
“fuck,” she breathes.
you keep playing with her, rolling and pinching gently, watching her face. her thighs shift under you. you can feel how worked up she already is.
your mouth finds her neck next, kissing down to her collarbone while your hands stay busy.
when you finally move lower, your fingers hook into the waistband of her shorts. you glance up at her, waiting.
“yeah,” she says, voice low. “please.”
you tug her shorts and underwear down together, leaving them around one ankle. your fingers slide between her legs and she’s already wet.
you circle her clit first, slow and steady, then dip lower to push two fingers inside. paige groans, hips lifting to meet you.
“you’re so tight,” you murmur, curling your fingers just right. “been thinking about this all day.”
she moans again, louder this time. “feels so good. don’t stop.”
you pump your fingers in and out, thumb rubbing her clit in time with each thrust. her hands grip your shoulders now, nails digging in.
you keep talking to her between kisses on her chest.
“you played so good today. looked so fucking pretty in those pictures. couldn’t wait to get my hands on you.”
her breathing stutters. “thank you. thank you for this.”
you pull your fingers out after a few more strokes and reach for the drawer beside the couch. the vibrator’s already charged.
you press it to her clit first, letting it buzz against her while your fingers stay inside.
paige’s whole body jerks, a broken moan tearing out of her throat.
“shit—fuck, that’s—”
you turn the setting up one notch and watch her fall apart under you.
her thighs shake. her head tips back, mouth open, eyes half-lidded. you lean in close, lips brushing her ear.
“let go. i’ve got you.”
she comes with a long, low groan, hips grinding down against your hand and the toy.
you don’t stop until she’s twitching, over-sensitive, pushing weakly at your wrist. then you ease off, kissing her again, slower this time.
paige’s arms wrap around you, pulling you down until your chest is pressed to hers. she’s still catching her breath.
“thank you,” she whispers again, voice hoarse. “needed that.”
a/n | hey queens…
