Elise

18 pansexual writer

[whoisemp]

Pairing: All-star!Pazzi x Wag!reader

Scenario: Watching Azzi and Paige play in the all star game makes you needy for them

Warnings: smut, fingering

You watch as Azzi and Paige run down on offense. Paige effortlessly dribbling the ball, and Azzi running to her signature corner. The way they played together was effortless and always filled you with pride. And today was no different, especially since it was the all star game.

But beyond that pride, and knowing that both your girlfriends were all stars, was something else. Something deeper that settled right in between your thighs.

You couldn’t help the way your body reacted to the sight of their sweat clinging to their skin. Or the way their muscles flexed as they ran up and down the court. How their jerseys sat loose around their chest, lifting just enough to show a little ab anytime they took a shot.

The sight of it was just too much and it left you gone. And by the time the final buzzer rang you were so far along, you couldn’t think of anything but their touch. Your body warm and begging for any and every part of them.

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When you finally walk into your hotel room, you’re more than a mess for the both of them. Your eyes are blown out, shoulders tense, and the way your thighs squeeze together, tell Azzi and Paige more than you could ever say.

“Baby, are you okay?” Azzi asks as she walks over to you, her voice low as she trys to conceal her amusement.

“yeah I’m alright Az…just excited for the after party” your words are distant and shallow, doing little to come off as the truth.

“Are you sure you’re not excited for something else babe, cause your legs are telling us a different story” Paige says, as she trails her hands down your body.

You try to think of what to say next, but your brain short circuits and forces your mouth against Paige’s. Both of you quickly fighting for dominance as you deepen the kiss. Your hands moving to grip her hair as you push for more.

However, she slowly pulls back from you, a string of saliva connecting your lips. You try to go back for more, but you’re pushed on to the bed and Azzi quickly takes Paige’s place. Her tongue slipping into your mouth, as her hands grip your waist.

“Fuck you’re so pretty baby…so needy for us. I bet you were wet the whole game, huh?”

Azzi’s words mixed with the suction of Paige’s lips quickly overloads you and you start to grind against Azzi’s thigh. Your core searching for any type of stimulation. Anything to relief you from the pressure you’re feeling.

Just as you were beginning to get somewhere, your body finding a nice rhythm; you’re stopped by Paige, her hands roughly gripping your waist.

“That’s not how you ask, and you know it. Ask fucking properly or you get nothing”

“P-please can you touch me, I’m begging you. I need it”

Your proper pleads break something in Paige, causing her to quickly plunger her fingers into you. Your walls clench around her as she pistons into, her pace never letting up as she try’s to force an organ out of you.

Meanwhile, Azzi has moved from your mouth to your tits. Her tongue swirling around the bud, as she works to add on to the pleasure. The feeling of it all instantly makes you weak, your legs already trembling as that familiar sensation quickly settles in the pit of your stomach.

“Please…fuck-please I’m close. Please more”

Both Azzi and Paige pick up their pace in response. Paige’s fingers repeatedly hitting that same gummy spot deep inside you, and Azzi’s tongue lapping against the skin of your breast as her fingers pinch the bud of your nipples.

As your orgasm washes over, your body begins to tremble from the force of it. Azzi and Paige still moving in and against you as they fuck you through your high. And through the haze of post orgasm bliss, you couldn’t help but feel same emotion from earlier; pride.

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Happy All-star Weekend!

Also I’ve started on request, and will try to finish them as soon as possible 🤍

[casssmalefantasy]

BABY - PAIGE BUECKERS X READER

I synopsis: during a casual late night tiktok live with kk and ice, you accidentally call paige “baby” while on a food run instantly blowing three years of keeping your relationship secret from the public.

I warnings: secret relationship, accidental exposure, tiktok live slip-up, mild panic, emotional tension, heated argument, raised voices, fluff and reconciliation, established relationship, public attention, chaotic teammates, light angst, cocky but soft paige, overthinking reader

I word count: 1.8K

I author’s note: how y’all doin 😛

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THE LIGHTS IN Paige’s dorm room were a soft lavender glow, the whole space dripping in her signature purple.

Her white walls covered in purple LED strips along the ceiling, and purple throw blankets scattered across the bed.

It was late, that comfortable pre-season summer haze where days felt endless and nights bled together. Music thumped low from the speaker, Trust Issues By Drake playing as KK kept turning it up every time the chorus hit.

The live had been running for almost forty minutes now. Pure chaos, as usual.

KK was stretched across Paige’s bed in her blue UConn sweats and hoodie, holding her phone up as the livestream poured in. She waved at the camera dramatically.

“What’s good, girly pops?! Y’all said y’all wanted a late night live, so we delivered. We got Ice Spice in the building—”

“Ice Spice?” Ice deadpanned from her spot on the floor, legs crossed in her big Essentials hoodie and black sweatpants. She was scrolling through the comments on her own phone with that signature mischievous smirk. She started reading one out loud,

“Paige and—”

“Yo, Ice, don’t read that,” Paige cut in quickly, voice stern. “We don’t read comments like that out loud. Chill.”

Ice just smirked harder, clearly entertained by being in the middle of the mess, and kept scrolling.

Paige was leaned back against her headboard in gray sweatpants and a white UConn shirt, her iPad in her lap with the Timberwolves vs Spurs game playing.

She occasionally glanced up from the screen to check the live, playing the calm mediator role perfectly.

Her leg brushed against yours where you sat off to the side on the bed. You were half in frame, half out; quieter, more observant, only chiming in when something actually caught your attention.

After three years together since freshman year, the team knew. The secret was only from the public although many already suspected.

Paige’s hand still found your ankle under the blanket when the camera wasn’t directly on her. A secret touch that always grounded you.

“Do yall miss Nika and Aaliyah?,” KK read out loud, grinning wide. “Ofc we miss them. Nika and Lili are our girls. But we holding it down though. P, you got anything to say to the people?”

Paige looked up from the iPad, where Anthony Edwards was cooking, and flashed that easy cocky smile.

“We just out here chillin. Pre-season about to start, so y’all better be ready for us. No more passive Paige.”

You let out a small laugh. Paige caught it and gave you the tiniest wink when KK and Ice were distracted.

Ice leaned closer to KK’s phone, reading more. “Okay, somebody asked “Ice, who’s the funniest on the team?’ Definitely not KK,” she said, smirking hard.

“She never shuts up.”

KK gasped dramatically, sitting up straight. “Girl boo! You did not just say that. Ice be acting like I don’t make her day.“

Ice laughed, clearly enjoying herself. “You’re loud, that’s what you are.”

“Anyways,” KK continued, side-eyeing Ice, “she’s lying. Don’t listen to her y’all.”

Ice kept scrolling, smirking like she was always in the middle of the crime scene. She read another comment silently, then elbowed Paige. “P… read that one.”

@pbucketsfan1: when is paige gonna admit her and y/n go together bad?? 😭😭

Paige leaned over, eyes scanning the comment. She shook her head with a laugh. “Bro, y’all are crazy. Next question.”

Ice’s smirk only grew.

“They want a funny freshman year story,” Ice announced.

“Oh, I got one. Remember when we locked KK out the facility because she left her phone in the car? Couldn’t get in with her ID, standing outside in the cold…”

KK side-eyed her immediately. “Nah. That was not funny! Y’all they recorded me banging on the door like a crazy person. I was out there freezing, calling everybody from the security phone. Paige was laughing the hardest.”

Paige chuckled, still half-watching the game. “It was a little funny. You were out there doing the most.”

You chimed in softly, smiling. “I tried to tell them to let you inside. Yall wrong for leaving KK out there.”

“See?” KK pointed at the camera triumphantly. “Girly pop over there gets it. She keeps everyone in check.

‘Who’s the best dancer?’ Easy. Me. Paige tries, but she got no rhythm.”

Paige sat up straighter, defensive. “Bro. Bro. Bro. Nah, I can move. I got rhythm! They swear I don’t got rhythm, but I do. Somebody back me up right now.”

Ice just laughed. “Paige can move around sometimes… when she wants to.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Sometimes?”

Paige turned to you with a playful glare. “Don’t start. You’ve seen me dance.”

The room filled with laughter as the comments flooded in even faster.

KK read a few more, still grinning. “They want to know what we eating tonight. Well… somebody’s about to go on a food run, so pray for us.”

—

Jana popped her head into the room a little while later, car keys jingling. “You still down? We going for that run?”

You nodded, pushing up from the bed. “Yeah, let’s go. Let me put on my shoes real quick.”

Paige glanced over, eyebrow raised. “Where y’all going?”

The chat immediately sped up with comments about Paige always checking on you.

“Chick-fil-A,” you answered casually, stepping just out of frame to grab your hoodie. “You want anything P? Ice? KK?”

“I want a spicy chicken sandwich and some fries,” KK said quickly.

“I’ll take a grilled chicken sandwich and a lemonade,” Ice added.

“Nah, I’m good on food,” Paige said, waving you off with a soft smile. “Just bring me back a lemonade or something if they still got it.”

“Bet.”

You and Jana headed out, the door clicking shut behind you. The live kept rolling.

—

Twenty minutes later, you were sitting in Jana’s car in the Chick-fil-A parking lot, windows cracked, night air cool. You pulled out your phone without thinking and hit Paige’s contact, putting it on speaker.

It rang twice.

“Hello?”

“Hey baby,” you said easily, the word slipping out from pure habit. “You sure you don’t want anything from Chick-fil-A? They got the cookies again. I was gonna grab you one—”

Silence.

The live audio went dead quiet for a split second.

Meanwhile back on the live the chat exploded.

You heard Paige’s sharp inhale. “Shit—”

“Bro mute the live…” she muttered, voice tight. Then louder, trying to recover, “You still there?”

Your stomach dropped. “Yeah. Um never mind, I’ll just—I’ll talk to you later.”

You hung up fast, heart hammering. Jana stared at you, eyes wide. “Girl… you did not.”

“I forgot,” you groaned, already spiraling hard. “I completely forgot they were still live. Oh my God.”

Jana let out a nervous laugh. “The live is probably going stupid right now. Paige’s face… whew.”

You buried your face in your hands the entire ride back, overthinking every possible scenario.

—

When you and Jana finally returned to the apartments with the bags of food, the energy in Paige’s room had shifted completely.

KK and Ice were still there, but the live was off. Paige was pacing slowly, phone in hand, jaw clenched tight.

The second you walked in, her eyes locked on you, frustrated and panicked.

KK tried to lighten it. “Damn. I’m sure nobody heard you for real. I almost dropped the phone when I heard it tho.”

Ice smirked from the floor, clearly entertained. “Comments said otherwise.”

Paige ran a hand down her face. “Y’all can head out. We’ll see yall tomorrow.”

KK and Ice grabbed their food and left, the door closing with a soft click and leaving you and Paige in heavy silence.

You set her Chick-fil-A bag on her desk. “Paige… I didn’t mean to. I completely forgot.”

She let out a sharp breath, still pacing. “I know you didn’t mean to. But fuck… we’ve been careful for three years. Three whole years of keeping this shit locked down from the public, and one phone call and it’s everywhere now.”

Her voice was rising.

“I said one word,” you shot back, defensive. “It’s not like I told them we’ve been together since freshman year.”

Paige stopped pacing and turned to you, eyes flashing. “You don’t get it! The clips are already circulating. People are gonna dig. We’re gonna have to do damage control. All because we got too comfortable.”

“So it’s my fault now?” Your voice got louder to match hers. “You’re the one who’s never been that lowkey! You touch me on live, you wink at me, you ask where I’m going like it’s obvious. Don’t put this all on me like I did it on purpose!”

Paige’s voice rose even more. “I’m not saying you did it on purpose! But now we have to deal with the fallout. The TikTok videos, the edits, everybody in our business. We weren’t ready for that yet!”

The tension crackled between you.

“Maybe if you weren’t always pushing the line in public, this wouldn’t feel like such a big deal!” you snapped.

Paige stared at you, chest heaving. “I need some air.” She grabbed her keys and walked out, the door shutting firmly behind her.

—

You sat on her bed, food cold, anxiety eating you alive while you replayed the argument. Twenty five minutes later the door opened again.

Paige stepped back in, calmer but still carrying tension. She closed the door and leaned against it for a second before crossing the room. She sat on the edge of the bed, not touching you yet.

“I’m not mad at you,” she said quietly, though her voice was still edged. “I know it was an accident.” She rubbed her hands over her face.

“I just… panicked. We built this safe little world where only the team knew. And now it feels like it’s about to blow up. I was just stressed about what comes next not about being with you. I’m sorry.”

You swallowed hard. “I hate that I made it harder for us.”

Paige reached over and pulled you firmly into her lap, arms wrapping around you with that quiet dominance. One hand rubbed slow circles on your back while the other tilted your chin so you’d meet her eyes.

“We’ve been through worse,” she said, voice lower now. “Freshman year sneaking around, all the close calls… this is just another thing we figure out together.”

Her thumb brushed your cheek gently. “I’m sorry I raised my voice and walked out. I shouldn’t have done that.”

You leaned into her chest, the fight draining out of both of you. “I’m sorry I slipped up.”

Paige held you tighter, pressing a kiss to your temple. “We’ll be okay. Even if the world knows now… you’re still my girl. That doesn’t change.”

The two of you stayed tangled together in the glow of her room; food long forgotten, music still playing softly, and her arms steady around you while the chaos of the night slowly settled into something warmer and safer.

Outside, the clip was already going viral.

But in here, it was still just the two of you.

[courtsideletters]

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.

⸻

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…

[feralfemme3]

Bar Fight

Parker Ellis x Fem Reader

Summary: You were out with friends and found yourself in a fistfight trying to protect a girl from some creep. You both have to go to the ER where your girlfriend, Parker, is working the nightshift

Tw: aftermath of a fight, man hating activities, evil man, attempted SA

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Parker was just working a regular Friday night shift, only slightly distracted awaiting your ‘got home safely’ text. She knew you were out with friends and always wants to know when you get home. Parker knows all that goes wrong on a Friday night out because they all come through the ER so she just likes to check in.

Parker wasn’t excepting this though, you being rolled in the ER, bloody and bruised, screaming at guy in rolling in behind you.

Parker quickly rushes over to you after getting over the shock of see you hurt in her ER.

Abbot also rushes over to see what happened and help.

“What the hell happened, baby?” Worry and confusion clear in Parker’s voice.

“I’ll tell you what happened! She’s a crazy fucking bitch and attacked me!” The other guy yelled, while being looked over by Shen.

“Nothing too bad, a broken arm and cuts but nothing too deep.” Shen records, “she got some pretty good hits though,” he laughs.

You’ve gotten close with the night crew since you and Parker have started dating, so it’s no surprise Shen is making light of this.

“Why don’t you tell everyone what made me be ‘a crazy fucking bitch.” Oh right! Don’t want to tell them you were trying to drug a girls drink!” You yelled right back.

And suddenly everything made sense to Parker. You were fiercely protective as well as very confrontational when needed. You were protecting a woman from a predator.

Parker’s blood was boiling, and she wanted nothing more than to strangle this man herself. Not only for drugging a girls drink but also hitting you. Every bruise and cut added salt to the wound. Just as she went to beat the shit out of this guy too, Shen rolled him off to a room. It’s for the best, Parker needs to care for you first.

You were quickly brought into a private room where Parker could tend to your wounds. The guy was also rolled off somewhere, Abbot making a quick note to not let any women near him, including staff.

“I can see the boxing lessons paid off for you,” Parker joked while cleaning the cuts of your hands.

“Yeah…” you sniffled. The adrenaline has faded now and has left you drained.

Parker made quick work of warping your hands, before pulling you into her chest and hold you close, “It’s okay, you’re safe and you did the right thing.”

“I’m just so tired with it all,” your voice quiet, “I hate men.”

“Very fair, they do suck.” Parker chimes in continuing to hold you before getting back to patching you up, “Want me to murder him?”

“Maybe,” you joked… kinda joked.

After Parker finishes, Abbot comes in to pull her for another trauma coming in. “Stay, I want to on you again after this, okay?”

So you do what she says and wait until she returns.

“Good news, Abbot called in Robby and I can go home with you.”

“Awe I didn’t mean to wake Robby up.” You whine.

“He’s fine he had yesterday off,” Parker reassures, “I come in early all the time, someone else’s turn. Now, you come here.”

Parker gave you a proper bear hug, needing to feel you close to know you’re okay. “Let’s go home, sweetheart.”

[courtsideletters]

“ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ.”

pairing | paige bueckers x reader

genre | some typa friendship, somewhat fluff, basketball, pregame interview, smut

word count | 3.6k i think???

warning | smut smut smut + lots of dialogue

a/n | i don’t know i just really love paige’s lil pregame interviews, they’re cute sooooosooooo

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game days in dallas were always busy.

the arena was already hectic before most of the players had even made it inside.

cameras everywhere, fans lined up along the entrance, staff quickly moving around, and somewhere in the middle of all of it, you stood with a mini microphone in one hand and a camera in the other.

you’d been doing quick pregame questions for the wings for a while now.

nothing too serious.

favorite pregame meal, favorite song, who was most likely to be late, who talked the most in the locker room.

the usual.

you’d already gotten through a handful of players when you saw paige walking toward the entrance.

you immediately smiled.

“paigey!”

she looked over.

the second she saw the microphone in your hand, she smiled.

“oh, no.”

you held the camera up.

“oh, yes.”

“what are you doing?”

“my job.”

“what’s your job?”

“asking questions...”

paige shook her head as she walked over.

“you know i hate these.”

“well… everybody else answered so it’s your turn.”

“but i’m different.”

“you’re definitely not.”

she laughed.

you turned the camera toward her.

“ready?”

paige sighed dramatically.

“sure.”

you started recording.

“okay, paige. quick question before the game.”

“okay.”

“if you could steal one teammate’s entire pregame routine and make it yours, whose would you steal?”

paige thought for a second.

“hmm…”

you waited.

“probably—”

“wrong.”

paige immediately looked at you.

“i haven’t even answered!”

you giggled.

“you’re annoying.”

“okay, answer the question.”

paige finally gave you an answer, and you nodded along like it was the most important information you’d ever received.

“interesting.”

“what?”

“i just didn’t expect that.”

“why?”

“i don’t know. i thought you’d pick someone else.”

paige narrowed her eyes.

“okay, what’s your answer?”

“i’m the interviewer.”

“that doesn’t mean you can’t answer.”

you laughed before answering, zaza.

“okay, okay. next question.”

paige shook her head.

you glanced down at your little list.

then looked back at her, staring at her eyes for a second.

“actually…”

paige immediately looked suspicious.

“what?”

“i have a different question for you.”

“why?”

“because.”

“that’s not an answer.”

you sighed and turned the microphone toward her.

“okay. if you had to let one person on this team pick your outfit for a very important event, who are you trusting?”

paige blinked.

“that’s the question?”

“yes.”

“what kind of event?”

“a very important one.”

“that’s not specific.”

“that’s all you’re getting.”

paige looked off to the side, thinking.

“probably… odyssey..”

you immediately made a face.

“really?”

“yes.”

“you trust her?”

“i do.”

“with your whole outfit?”

“yes.”

“interesting.”

“why do you keep saying interesting?”

“because i’m kind of judging your answer.”

paige laughed.

“you asked me!”

“it doesn’t matter!”

“but there’s no wrong answer!”

“there is today.”

paige shook her head, laughing.

“okay, i’m done.”

you smiled at the camera.

“and that’s paige bueckers.”

“thank gosh.”

you stopped recording.

the second the camera went down, paige relaxed.

“you really were trying to make me nervous.”

“i wasn’t.”

“you absolutely were.”

“maybe a little.”

paige laughed.

“you could’ve just asked me the same question as everybody else.”

“where’s the fun in that?”

“seems like you enjoy embarrassing me.”

“a little.”

“see?”

you smiled.

“you’ll survive.”

paige looked toward the court entrance.

“hopefully.”

you pointed toward her.

“go.”

paige started walking away then you quickly called after her.

“paige!”

she turned around.

“hm?”

“good luck.”

she smiled.

“thank you.”

⸻

the game was a good one.

you spent most of it moving around, getting footage, talking to fans, checking your notes and keeping track of what you still needed to record.

the wings kept the lead.

and by the fourth quarter, everybody could feel the win coming.

when the final buzzer sounded, the arena erupted.

you smiled as the players celebrated on the court.

another win.

you stayed back for a while, finishing up what you needed before starting to pack everything away.

you were halfway through putting your equipment together when you heard someone behind you.

“you said you wanted to see me after the game?”

you looked up.

paige was standing there, still in her uniform.

you smiled and bit your bottom lip at her tall figure.

“i said good luck.”

“no.”

she shook her head.

“you said you’d see me after.”

“i did not.”

“you did.”

“i don’t remember that.”

“well, i do.”

you laughed.

“okay, fine.”

paige smiled.

“so?”

you looked at her.

“so what?”

“you wanted to see me.”

you shook your head, smiling.

“let’s go the bathroom.”

⸻

you both moved fast after that, slipping into the nearest bathroom. the second the door swung shut behind you, paige’s hand found the small of your back, guiding you into the first open stall.

the lock clicked.

she had you pressed against the cold metal wall before you could even catch your breath. her mouth was on yours right away, tongue sliding past your lips while her hands worked at your waistband.

she shoved your pants and underwear down in one quick motion, fingers already slipping between your thighs like she’d been waiting all night.

“fuck, you’re already wet,” she whispered against your mouth, two fingers dragging through your slick folds. “been thinking about this since the interview, huh?”

you nodded, biting back a moan when she circled your clit.

her free hand came up to cover your mouth, eyes locked on yours. “shh, mama. gotta stay quiet for me.”

she pushed two fingers inside you, slow at first, then curling just right.

your hips jerked forward and she grinned, pumping them deeper, thumb rubbing tight circles over your clit. “that’s it. let it out for me, mama. i got you.”

your head fell back against the stall wall, thighs shaking as she fucked you with steady, filthy strokes.

every time you got loud she’d shush you again, lips brushing your ear, voice low and sweet. “so good for me. taking my fingers so well. you gonna cum for me right here?”

you nodded frantically, clenching around her fingers as the pressure built fast.

she didn’t let up, curling them just right until your whole body tensed and you came hard, biting down on her palm to muffle the sound. paige worked you through it, slowing her fingers but not pulling out until your legs stopped shaking.

she kissed your forehead, then your cheek, murmuring soft praises against your skin.

“there’s my girl. so fucking pretty when you cum for me.” she eased her fingers out, glistening and slick, and brought them up to your lips.

you opened without hesitation, sucking them clean while holding her gaze. her pupils blew wide watching you, free hand sliding into your hair.

you pulled off her fingers with a soft pop, then leaned in to kiss along her jaw, down her neck, sucking a mark just below her ear.

paige’s breath hitched, one hand gripping your hip as you worked another hickey into her skin.

“shit,” she breathed, tilting her head to give you more room.

“gonna leave proof i was here, huh?”

you smiled against her throat, teeth grazing lightly. she pulled you closer, one leg sliding between yours again, but before either of you could go further the bathroom door creaked open.

paige froze, lips brushing your ear as she whispered, “we’re not done yet, mama. not even close.”

⸻

a/n | so… hi everyone! 🤗

[whitechocolateee535]

Insane

[every-second-counts-bear]

NEW ROUTINES

parker ellis x fem!reader

genres: smut under the cut, MDNI

author’s note: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, female anatomy described, this is just a drabble but i needed to express my love

𐙚⋆.˚ 𐙚⋆.˚ 𐙚⋆.˚ 𐙚⋆.˚ 𐙚⋆.˚ 𐙚⋆.˚ 𐙚⋆.˚ 𐙚⋆.˚ 𐙚⋆.˚ 𐙚⋆.˚ 𐙚⋆.˚ 𐙚⋆.˚ 𐙚⋆.˚ 𐙚⋆.˚ 𐙚⋆.˚ 𐙚⋆.˚ 𐙚⋆.˚ 𐙚⋆.˚ 𐙚⋆.˚

You were three weeks into living together when you and Parker realised that working alternating shifts wasn’t working out.

Because you’d be up, stretching in the morning sunlight after devouring a meal-prepped breakfast, by the time she got home from night shift, and all that she’d manage to see of you would be a slither of your soft skin while you got dressed for work.

And when you finally got home, she’d still be fast asleep, curled up in your navy sheets after having snoozed her alarm one too many times, and she’d shovel in three mouthfuls of whatever food you’d brought home, before she was out the door and rushing to the car.

And that- to her- is a major problem.

You see, Parker Ellis is a hands-on lover. She likes to see her girl, feel her up in pretty little dresses, take her out and wine and dine her before she gets her snuggled up in bed to lazily slide her hands down into those pretty panties and sigh like she’s been welcomed home after a long year overseas.

Parker Ellis likes to fuck long, and slow, and nasty, watching the way the pretty lips of your pussy stretch and open so willingly for her strap or her fingers, or whatever fancy toy she’s let you pick from your treasure chest, that evening.

But with these alternating shift patterns, Parker feels as if she’s having withdrawals.

She manages to steal kisses at hand-off, but they gradually become deeper, hungrier, and - sometimes - her hands will wander, and grope, and feel, like she’s been starved.

So, when you come home from your final day-shift, Parker lets you rest for the night, but as soon as she comes home, all systems are go.

You’re waiting for her on the bed, at six o’clock in the morning, in the prettiest pink lingerie that she could never resist.

Her head is between your thighs within the hour, her lips sucking and kissing, practically making out with the softness of your gummy walls.

She lets out delicious groans of pleasure, contentment, as you tug at her locks, pulling the hair tight around your fingers, her hips instinctively bucking against the vibrator - the little pink bullet that you love to torture her with - that is wedged between her puffy clit and the softness of your rose-coloured bedsheets.

She babbles, and moans into your pussy, hums of, “Baby, baby, baby, baby..,” and you can’t help but soak your sheets and her gorgeous face.

And for the first time in a long time, Parker Ellis feels like she’s made a new house a real home.

[laylaysdelusions]

Cherry poppin’

Perv!Paige x naive!reader

To put it bluntly, you had been doing your research.

Ever since you heard some girls on campus talking about how their hook ups or partners prefer an experienced woman you’d been feeling down about your situationship with Paige. ‘What if she hasn’t committed to you because you’re a virgin’ you thought. You decided you were going to face a fear you’d been given, watching porn. You lead across your bed, laptop light illuminating your face. You hesitated over the letters before you pressed enter. ‘Porn hub” appeared on your screen and you held your breath. There were all kinds of things on there that made you almost scream out at how graphic they were. You had only looked for less than a minute before you deleted the tab from your search history and slammed your computer shut. “Oh gosh!” You threw your hands over your face, red and embarrassed.

At that point you were lost, unable to navigate this by yourself. You listed off a few friends to ask about it in your mind but you sighed when you realized they’d all shun you or ask you to pray for forgiveness, so the next few days passed, stress surrounding you. On top of all of this, Paige wasn’t making things any easier for you. She’d compliment and tease you as always but now things felt different, not rude, just different because now it meant something you knew wasn’t innocent nor appropriate. The aching decision weighed on your mind and you finally cracked one afternoon when Paige was sprawled out, man spreading on the couch. Her boxers peaking out and her toned shoulders relaxed unlike yours that were tense. She always seemed to be that, carefree. What about life could be so endearing that you’d never be stressed? That question occurred to you on the daily.

Your frustrations could no longer be pushed to the side. “Aw hey, your top’s cute” the blonde said mindlessly, still very much focused on the tv playing, it was probably that criminal minds show she talked about on multiple occasions. “Paige..” you stood in front of her and she only laughed at your poor excuse of being serious. All flushed in the face alongside your eyes wider than a full moon, fucking adorable. “Princess, just spit it out” you started to get snappy. You needed help and as if it wasn’t already mind racking enough the woman was laughing at you, fucking laughing!

“Paige not now!” You yelled, well it was a yell for you. “Oh shit, what’s gotten into you” Paige was shocked yet intrigued by what your next few words would be and what had you so worked up that you raised your voice at her. “You can’t date me because I’m a freaking virgin” you crossed your arms, about to either leave or lose it. “Woahhh, where the hell did you get that idea baby?” Your eyes got blurry when she said that, you just wanted to break down after days of worrying. She saw it in you. “C’mere” she motioned you over and by whatever dirty taunting piece of your brain, you listened. She caressed your wrists and arms and she looked directly in your big watery eyes and gave you a soft look. “That’s not true whatsoever, who said that?” Paige was aggravated, but not at you but instead whoever planted that nasty little idea in your head. The idea that you weren’t already perfect for her.

“These other girls talk about how people prefer experience and I just don’t have that!” You cried and Paige’s heart paused for just a moment. “Well baby, am I just anyone?” She brought you closer. You shook your head. “No but-” you couldn't finish your sentence. “You’re my baby and please forgive me for making you feel like you have to change for me, i think you being naive adds to your already perfect self.” Paige held your cheek in her palm, you couldn’t help but melt into it. “I want to date you when I know you’re gonna be able to handle it” so you were wrong. Paige was not denying you of her love, she was actually holding it back for your sake. “But P what if I am ready?” And that’s all that you needed to say. She brought you into her arms, letting you rest in her touch for a second before something else left her mouth. “Are you sure baby? Because once I get you I don’t think I can let you go” you dumbly nodded in agreement. You wanted whatever she did.

“Yes, I’m so ready” and that’s how you ended up with Paige’s fingers touching everywhere on your body as she sloppily kissed your lips, tongue and teeth involved. You became increasingly needy for her, wanting whatever she does to you, done. You kissed her faster. “Slow down, pretty” she cooed. You both took deep breaths after pulling away. “But I-”you stammered. “We’re not gonna rush this mkay?” Your swollen lips parted and you tilted your head. “I’m gonna explain, is there anything you know that people do that you want to try?” Her blue eyes felt like waves you could lose yourself in if you didn’t snap out of it and focus on reality. “Uh I- uh tried to watch some videos but I couldn’t find anything” her light up with amusement. “You watched fucking porn?!” She giggled. “Well I clicked off before I could watch anything, it was too scary!” You huffed in defense. “So watching some girl fake moan on porn hub is scary to you,” she tsked. “Well I dunno if you can handle gettin’ your cherry popped then-“ you hushed her. “If that’s some weird term for virginity, I’m not stupid” you pouted and Paige smiled. “S’ok baby, I know” she cradled the back of your skull in her palm.

———

Paige adjusted the strap attached to her hips and you watched scared but absolutely in love with the view. It was a pretty good size for your first time, she told you. She hovered over you, caging you in her with strong arms around your head. “It’s gon’ sting a lil’” her voice melted into your ears, you nodded. “Okay!” You smiled and she just shook her head at your numbed brain. She flicked the tip across your clit and you jolted. “Ay baby stay still” you just whined in response and she grabbed ahold of your cheeks. “No whinin’” by her tone you knew it was in your best interest to listen. Maybe she did scare you however you liked it, no, loved it. “I’m gonna slide the tip in” she sighted against your skin and you held your breath. “Mm-” the feeling was strange, like a sting but at the same time you were full. You winced.

“It hurts?” Paige wanted to smirk at the look of your face, confused and dumb, but she decided she wanted to comfort you first but she let out the darker fantasies she had about you. You nodded. “Yeah? It hurts? S’ok baby, it’s gonna be ok” she soothed with a condescending smile. She slowly began to move her hips and your body fell into pleasure. “Wha-!” You felt too high to breathe. “See? It’s not that bad right?” She puffed out, as if she was glowing with pride. “No! It’s not, it feels so good” you kicked your legs and she folded them up. You were practically in half. She began to move faster and you were looking for words to describe how you were feeling. “Oh fuck!” A smirk spread across Paige’s pale pink lips.

The stretch was tight but it was in a way that was mind altering. She brought her thumb down to rub at your sensitive button and you threw your head back. “Got my baby cussing now huh” you didn’t even process what she said so you nodded, brain empty. “You takin’ it so good, pretty baby” she brought her face closer to yours. You looked away, slightly bashful. “Look at me when you take my dick” her hips thrashed into yours and you moaned out a sound you thought you’d never make. She was hitting your pudgy spots, the spots that made it impossible to not want to cum. “So fuckin’ tight” she groaned against you.

“Mm! Gonna, gonna-” you gripped Paige’s skin as hard as you could, leaving crescent moon shaped marks in biceps. “Yeah? You’re so perfect, cum for me” and the band snapped. Your eyes rolled back and your skin felt electric. Your cheeks were on fire and you had to catch your breath. For a moment you saw white and Paige’s voice faded but came back to you even better. “So good..” she whispered as she slowly pulled out after the aftershocks had left you. “Oh shit” she chuckled and your eyes shot down to the strap. A little crimson spot was there, spread across it. “I popped yo cherry,” she smiled. “Oh I’m sorry-”. “sexy as fuck” she mumbled with a grunt.

So what if you didn’t go to heaven because of this? You had everything in that bed with her. You wanted more and more and Paige was determined to give it to you.

[fandom-galores-blog]

THIS IS THE TEAM THAT I KNOW AND LOVE

I CAN FEEL THAT IT'S OUR NIGHT

[studfudd]

dream starting lineup

man I wish 💔

[nervoussagittarius]

some protector

pairings: paige bueckers x reader

warnings: injury

wc: 1.5K

rec: Can you please do where Y/n gets hurt and Paige is on the bench? While Y/n is in the locker room Paige is worried. That it’s a serious injury because you are still in the locker room during the second half?

The Mystics came out in the second half with a vengeance. We went into the break with a 17-point lead, but that was quickly dwindling. You could see Paige pacing back and forth in front of the bench, dramatically flaring about when she didn't like a play or there was a bad call.  

She had been experiencing some soreness in her knee and decided to sit out tonight as a precaution. If you had the chance, you'd play the 'ain't nothing wrong with that bitch's knee' sound over her head and tell her to check in. We could not lose to the Mystics again, and you needed your backcourt duo at full strength. 

Sonia Citron inbounded to the ball to Georgia during the next mystics posession. Your shoes squeaked as you quickly got on defence, guarding her close. Georgia tried to maneuver around you to pass the ball, but you managed to get a hand on it. The minute your fingertips touched the ball, you took one step forward, ready to drive down the court. 

Something felt off. A twinge of pain shot through your right leg; you tried to take another step, but your knee buckled. Paige saw the stutter in your movements and was on her feet in seconds. She knew you wouldn't hesitate like this unless there was something wrong.

The court went quiet around you, like your brain was tuning out everything but the pain in your leg. "Oh fuck," you instantly went to grab at your knee, losing the ball in the process and giving the Mystics a chance to get it back. The play kept going around you, but you could no longer pay attention as you sat on the ground, clutching your knee. Georgia had an open lane for a three-pointer, seeing as you, her defensive assignment, were out of commission. 

You weren't getting up. If it wasn't that bad, you'd be back on your feet by now. Paige knew this. A whistle was blown after the shot went in, and Paige was quick to join the team by your side. You silently writhed in a tight clench through the muscles around your kneecap. Your hands fisted in whatever material they could grab to try and ground yourself.

Paige was the first to get to your level as everyone else held towels to cover your body from cameras and curious eyes. You'd bet that you could hear a pin drop in the arena. No one threatened to make a noise. "Hey, we got you," Paige whispered next to your head. She handed you a towel. You wiped your face before gripping it so tight your knuckles turned white. you threw it over your face in frustration. 

The trainers were there next, and you winced with every effort they made to check on your knee. They were able to straighten your leg, asking you questions you barely registered. "You want to try to stand?" one of them asked, and you nodded. The initial shock began to subside, leaving a dull ache in its trail. Paige was on her feet in seconds and reached a hand out to help lift you off the ground. 

You stubbornly refused to leave this court in a wheelchair. You'd walk off on your own accord. Paige supported your left side as one of the trainers got your right. Once you were up, you slowly added some weight to your right leg. It hurt; that was the easiest way to put it. 

American Airlines Center became alive again once they saw you on your feet. Cheers and claps for their guard ricocheted through the rafters. You limped slowly across the court towards the tunnel. Paige reluctantly let the trainers whisk you away as she stayed by the bench; her eyes followed your steps.

She was already preparing for the shattering news. She'd been here. She knew what injuries like this looked like, but she prayed she was wrong. More importantly, she prayed for you and your strength as she sat with her head in her hands.

Maddy sensed her tension from beside her and patted Paige's arm in comfort. "Don't assume the worst," she told her. Paige looked up, eyes meeting the older girls. "She's strong."

"What if it is the worst?" Paige questioned. "What if it's torn?"

Maddy studied her face for a second. She saw the tear threatening to fall from Paige's waterline, like she was the one really experiencing the injury. "Then we'll be here; we'll support her through whatever. Both of you."

Paige tried to focus on the game. She tried to be excited when Azzi shot down threes like it was nothing or when Alanna had a savage block, but you were in the front of her mind. The trainers had come back out to the floor with four minutes left in the third. This would've been a good thing except you weren't following them. 

Paige turned around in her seat to look at them, and it was obvious they did not want to meet her eyes. She wasn't looking for a diagnosis or an outlined recovery regimen. "Is she okay?" Paige asked, practically pleading for any news they would give her. 

"She's hanging in," was all they said. Frustration bubbled over her at the utter lack of anything useful. Her leg bounced anxiously as she diverted her gaze back to the court, where Zaza was shooting free throws. 

Back in the locker room, you stayed sat on the bench in front of your locker. You had ice wrapped securely around your knee and a Wings hoodie thrown over your damp jersey. Everything felt loud: the humming of the lights, the echoes of the crowd. 

You scrolled through your phone, continuously seeing different angles of your crash to the court. You let out a sigh before putting it face down beside you. After the paramedics and trainers assessed you, they deemed you had a grade two ligament tear. Not the worst-case scenario, but it was season-ending. 

They wanted you to get imaging done tomorrow morning, but they felt confident in their diagnosis. the end of the game seemed to drag on. The team moved with a new fire after you went down. They brought the game to a close with a 22-point lead. 

Paige was the first one back in the locker room, seeing as she had no reason to wait around since she didn't play. She opened the door, not knowing what she was expecting, but it definitely wasn't you, half asleep. Your head had fallen back against the wall, leg propped up, ice half melted by now. 

Your eyes opened when you heard the door hinges squeak. "Hey, superstar," you sent her a closed-lip smile, sleepily. She smiled back, "Hi, baby."

She gently lifted your leg so she could sit by you and draped it over her lap. Her thumb rubbed soothingly over the exposed skin above your knee. She was being careful; you could tell by the hesitation in her touch. "I'm not broken," you told her, a teasing smirk on your lips.

Her eyes met yours for the first time since she walked in. "No?" she asked, bracing herself for the response. "No," you told her. "Grade two tear... hopefully. they dont think it's anything more, but I'll have to wait for my MRI results." 

Paige wanted to feel relieved that it wasn't the worst possible outcome. You could see the gears turning in her head, all the unanswered questions she had. "Are you okay?" she questioned sheepishly. You knew she wasn't asking about pain or how your leg felt. 

"I'm really fucking scared," you admitted. Paige reached her hand out to grab yours. Her thumb brushed over your knuckles. "They said it won't require surgery, just six to twelve weeks of recovery... but I don't know who I am without basketball." Your voice trailed off. You were fortunate enough to not have a serious injury thus far in your career. Concussion or sprain here and there, but nothing that took you out for this amount of time. 

You felt bad because you knew Paige, and many of your other teammates, had been here. They experienced ACL tears and broken bones. Your tear should have felt small to them, but as the rest of the team trickled into the room, not one of them made you feel less than for having an injury. They all validated your pain and wished you the best.

Paige could see the reservation on your face. "We're going to figure it out," she stated. "Baby." You turned your head to face her again, humming in acknowledgment of her words.

"I won't let the world forget about you. They're going to think about you for the entirety of those twelve weeks. Whether you have a basketball in your hands or not," she said confidently. Paige pressed a kiss to your forehead, and the tension eased from your shoulders. "I got you."

[nervoussagittarius]

unlearn

pairing: paige bueckers x reader

warnings: porn with a plot, the art of dry humping, finger sucking, sad paige, probs more

wc: 1.8k

synopsis: paige needs reminded that her worth is not based on a score.

the vibes were off the minute you heard keys jingle in the front door of your apartment. you knew it was paige, seeing as she was the only other person with a key. dallas had just finished their game against the valkyries and it unfortunatly had gone like many of their others recently, with a 15 point loss. 

you had to work late tonight but were able to catch the tail end of the game from your couch. you saw paige walk off the court looking uterly defeated. paige beat herself up after games like these. she thought about everything that could have went differently, and the minute she walked into your living room you could tell this was another one on those situations. 

she placed her bag by the door and quietly toed off her shoes. "hi." she said softly. she still smelled like the gym mixed with a scent that was simply her.  she walked past the back of the couch and stopped at your spot. "hi baby," you responded as she bent over to place a kiss on your lips. she said nothing else as she tapped your head in passing and went into the bathroom.

it wasn't long until until you heard the shower running. you tried to busy yourself with answering emails until she came back, but your head was thinking of all the ways you wanted to make her feel better. 

the shower stopped and before you knew it paige's head was popping out of the door. "baby, i forgot to grab clothes...help." she called, a small giggle played at her lips, a good sign. you knew she had no problem walking around your apartment in a towel, naked even, but you had no problem babying her a little bit. 

you got up from the couch, closing your laptop in the process and placing it on the coffee table. you walked down the hall towards the bathroom where paige was standing. the smell of her bodywash aired out, bringing a blanket of comfort with it. paige stopped you before you passed her into your room for clothes. she held your wrist and pulled you into her. 

"i can get my own clothes, i just wanted you with me," she said, placing a kiss to your head. she tugged you into a full hug and you couldn't help but let your eyes wander to the water the dripped down the valley of her chest. you placed a kiss under her jaw before pulling away, not caring that your shirt was now wet. paige's eyes followed you as you walked out of the bathroom.

you sat on your bed and waited for her to get dressed. paige has many clothing pieces stashed in your closet, but she opted to put your clothes instead. she walked out in a hoodie and shorts and immediately climbed on top of you. she pulled your body down with her as she laid there, head on your chest. 

you laid in silence for a few moments before asking, "do you want to talk about the game?" her arms tightened around your torso and she let out a sigh, her breath fanned your neck leaving goosebumps in their trace. she buried her face in your neck. 

"its so fucking stupid." she said, her hands fisted your shirt. "we can't catch a flow and when we think we're good, coach pulls one of us." 

frustration flowed through her body. "i'm trying my best but it's not good enough."

"don't say that," you quickly cut her off.

"no, it's true. i can be doing more to help them. if my shots don't fall then we're fucked." she started again.

"paige, it's not just on you," you told her. "basketball is a team sport. if the team isn't working together then you guys basically should just quit." 

it was a bit harsh but it was true. you felt her shakey breathes fan your neck. she looked at you, eyes glassy, and studied your face. you continued, "it doesn't all fall on you. you're allowed to have off nights or nights where you need to rest, because you work so hard." your eyes fell to her lips. she was biting on the bottom one out of habit, an anxious trate she picked up. you used your thumb to pull it out of her teeth.

a single tear rolled down her cheek, and you were quick to wipe it away. paige kissed the palm of your hand. "i just want a break," she admitted. "i just want to forget about these games."

you brushed a damp wave from her forehead. "so forget..let it all go and wake up fresh tomorrow."

"help me," she said, looking right in your eyes.

a single nod was all paige needed to connect your lips. the kiss carried every negative thought she was feeling, like she could pass them off to you for you to throw them out. she rose from her spot slightly to hover over you and deepen the kiss, her knees rested between your legs. she tilted your face with her hand to get you in the angle she wanted. 

paige gasped softly as you bit her bottom lip, she tried to get impossibly closer to you. her hands trailed under your shirt and you took her gasp to your advantage and traced your tongue into her mouth. your tongues fought for dominance and paige flipped your bodies over so you were straddling her lap. she reached down to take your shirt off, the cool air sending chills over your body, before pulling hers off as well. 

your lips connected to her throat as she trailed her hands over your body. she let out little gasps when you hit sensitive spots on her neck. you sucked lightly over her pulse. "you're so good at that." paige hummed. her right hand stopped its caressing as it found your breast. she rolled your nipple between her fingers. a jolt of pleasure surged through your body and you moaned against her neck, biting harder. "oh, you liked that." she said cockily, doing it again. 

"this is supposed to be about you," you told her as you leaned up to look in her eyes.

paige arched her body forward to thrust against you. you couldn't help but let your head fall back as her hips rocked into yours. paige relished in watching your little pleasures, "oh trust me baby, this is about me." paige loved watching you get off, and the only thing she loved more then that was helping you through it. her hands found your hips and helped you rock over her. you could feel yourself dripping, and there was for sure a wet patch developing over the crotch of paige's pants. 

paige thrusted her hips up to add a pressure to your clit. "oh fuck." you gasped. paige took advantage of your arched back and attached her lips to your nipple that was directly in her face. you swung one of your legs over hers to get a deeper angle against her clit and it caused paige to bite down on your chest. 

she threw her head back onto the pillows and tucked her hands behind her head, just like she was relaxing. paige's pants bunched up and added a pressure against your clit that had you slowing down to savor the feeling. 

without paige's hands guiding your hips it was easy to get lost in your own rhythm. "faster." paige said, making no efforts to help you. she forced her eyes to stay open as she watched you get off against her. the bed creeked softly as you sped up. paige's mouth fell open in gentle moans, "fuck baby... just like that oh my god." 

your abs ached and your hips were getting tired but in chased the release none the less. paige kept her hands tucked as she smirked up at you. "don't fucking stop," she said right as your hips stuttered. moans left both of your mouths as you moved. yours turned into little whimpers of frustration when your legs started to give out, but you were locked in on giving paige this release.

"can't-" you started before paige cut you off. 

"yes the fuck you can." she stated, her lip was drawn between her teeth, trying to hold herself back. you continued to rock against her, "need you to cum baby, you gotta give it to me." paige bucked her hips up.

her words brought a new surge of energy through you and you sped up again. paige felt her own orgasm building, and she knew you were close because of how loud your whimpers had gotten. your shorts stuck to you from how wet you were. 

paige finally bought her hands back down to your waist to help guide your movements. she slowed you down, just a little bit, to savor the feeling. your abs clenched under her thumbs. "cum for me angel," paige bit back a grunt. she pushed your shorts to the side and ran a finger through the slick before attaching to your clit.

her touch sent you over the edge and you collapsed against her chest. her fingers didn't let up as she threw you onto your back and continued moving her hips against yours. "paige wait." you tried to slow her. she connect your lips to catch all of your moans in her mouth. it sent a second wave of pleasure into your body and as she came she tore another orgasam out of you. "fuck..." she drew out as her vision turned white. she slowed her hips, riding out your highs together. both of your chests heaved as you caught your breaths. 

paige rolled off of you and pulled her hand with her. a whimper left your lips at the loss of contact but paige quickly soothed it with a kiss. she brought her fingers to your lips and you didn't have to open your eyes to know what she wanted. you sucked her fingers into your mouth and paige moaned at the sight. "fuck baby. good fucking job." she curled into your side more. you smiled as she removed her fingers.

her face rested against your shoulder and she placed a kiss right above your heart. "you're so good to me. you did so good." she whispered soft praises in your ear as she trailed her hand up and down your side. 

exhaustion from the day quickly took over both of your bodies as you laid there. paige was quick to get up, much to your dismay, and get a warm washcloth. she pulled your soaked pants off gently and cleaned up your legs. paige pulled fresh clothes over your body. you watched her in admiration as she moved around your room. 

when she finally returned from cleaning herself up she climbed into bed next to you. you opened your arms and she smiled before laying into your chest. "thank you for being here." were the last words she muttered before falling asleep.

[octaviabl3ck]

every time the wings trend on here it’s so fucking funny to me, (or when UConn use to trend) a basketball team has no business trending on tumblr of all places like 😭😭 oh paige bueckers and Azzi fudd your powers are too strong!!

[whowannakiss1234]

Azzi's out again y'all....😭

[oliviamilesnextdoor]

wynx hoops today

[strawberryslittlecorner]

𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗡𝗘𝗬 𝗚𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗥 𝗫 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗥!𝗗𝗜𝗭𝗭𝗬!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗕𝗢𝗔𝗥𝗗/𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗡𝗦

Warnings: some cute some not, MDNI 18+

𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙:

𝗢𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗳 𝗕𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗼… literally can’t leave your shared home without a kiss. It doesn’t matter if you’re sound asleep; to both your dismay, she’s waking you up to do exactly that.

𝗢𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗳 𝗕𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗼…needs your comfort after a bad game. You’ll pull her down to lay with you, and instead of holing herself up in your room, she’ll gladly plop down beside you, eyes fluttering shut as you undo the two braids in her hair.

𝗢𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗳 𝗕𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗼…looks for you at every game, throwing you a wink, a wave, or blowing you a kiss, to which you let out a laugh each time.

Her eyes meet yours with a wide grin.

“Good luck,” you’d mouth. “I love you!”

And she’d mouth the same, shooting you a wave

𝗢𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗳 𝗕𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗼…alwaysss wanting to touch you somehow. if she’s not in contact with you, she’ll genuinely be upset

𝗢𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗳 𝗕𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗼…loves to match your energy. Are you excited over something she has no knowledge about? She lets her expression morph into one similar to yours, moving by your side in an instant, watching how you explain it.

𝗢𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗳 𝗕𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗼…will absolutely find any reason to bring you up in a conversation that has nothing to do with you. someone: “i love the color pink” britney: “y/n loves pink, and i love y/n.” something silly like that

𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧:

𝗢𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗳 𝗕𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗼…eye contact during sex goes craaaazyyy. she loves looking at how well she pleases you, almost as much as she loves hearing it.

𝗢𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗳 𝗕𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗼…she loves when ur vocal. hearing your moans is the best part of her day tbh

𝗢𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗳 𝗕𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗼…can't stand it when you try and run from it (gets rougher every time)

𝗢𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗳 𝗕𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗼…lowkey will use her eyes because she knows how they get you

𝗢𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗳 𝗕𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗼…aftercare with her is the best. she’ll be so nasty but then so gentle right after. 100% down to cuddle you after

Do i turn this into a series? i think it would be cute

[clubhoops]

Dijonai Carrington took to Threads after being ejected from the Sky-Fever game.

[whowannakiss1234]

And she's not wrong because how come Sophie could attack that Connecticut some player last year but when nai accidentally does something like she did today she got ejected immediately.