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Cowgirl! Paige blurb
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You laid there slightly humping Paigeâs Jean covered crouch. âPlease P, pleaseee Iâll be good!â You whined, you could feel her strap underneath her jeans, waiting for you. âYa sure you can handle it sweetheart?â A husky chuckle left her throat. âMhm! Iâll be so goodâ your lips fell into a deeper pout, something Paige had a difficult time resisting. Her hat rested on her dark blonde hair, sitting there all perfect like it always does.
âProve it darlinââ she smirked slightly. You knew what she wanted you to do. You threw your hips into her, harsher this time. A small whimper fell from your lips. âAtta girlâ she kissed your jaw, making you shiver. âThis pretty lilâ pink pair of panties look cute but theyâre getting a little too wet donât ya think?â Her blue eyes held a sense of playfulness like she knew youâd do anything just to feel her, and she wasnât wrong.
Her slim, long fingers reached down to the baby pink lace and her hand cupped your mound. You jumped and she laughed. âAw, poor babyâ her smile made your skin heat up. âYou gotta earn my dick, so keep movinâ them cute hips fâmeâ. She helped you take your underwear off, letting the cool air hit your clit and the roughness of her jeans rub against you. Raw. âMm!â You cried as you rutted faster. All of your senses were on fire. You could her smell cologne and your perfume mixing together in the room.
You looked down at the wet spot on her jeans and blushed and she noticed. âTsk tsk, donât get shy on me sweet girl, I got yaâ. The way she had with words didnât help your sensitivity. It didnât take long for your orgasm to build up. You shook on top of Paige, whining. âFuck!â You yelped as you came on her. She didnât even have to take her clothes off. âSuch a perfect girlâ she rubbed your back. âYou ready?â She smirked and took off her hat. She slid it on your head and tilted it.
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âCouldnât sleep either, huh?â Her voice is a low rasp, barely above a whisper. She doesnât wait for an answer, instead, her hand snakes down your stomach, fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear. âYouâve been lying there, pretending to be still, but I know you, i see what youâre doing.â
You swallow, a knot tightening in your throat. Sheâs right, youâve been aching for hours, unable to fall asleep, the heat between your thighs a dull, persistent throb, squeezing your legs tight, grinding against nothing. Paigeâs fingers slip beneath the fabric, not touching where you want. Teasing you.
âTake them off.â she orders, her tone flat, demanding.
You obey, shoving the underwear down your legs, kicking them off somewhere into the dark. Paige watches. She hasnât touched herself yet. Sheâs waiting, edging herself.
âGood whoreâ she murmurs, the word should sting, but instead it sends a pulse straight to your clit. She shifts, pulling her own boxers down just enough to free her cunt. She spreads her thighs lazily, one hand moving to her aching pussy, but she doesnât start, not yet
âSpread your legs wider. Let me see how wet you are, I wanna watch you, fucking yourself like the desperate little bitch you are.â
Your face burns, but you do it. You part your knees, your hand trembling as you bring it to your pussy, fingers sliding through the wetness pooled down there. You circle your clit, a soft, tight circle, and a broken moan escapes your lips.
âThatâs itâ Paige says. She finally lets her own fingers work, but her eyes stay locked on you. âSo fucking needy. I bet you were touching yourself before. Were you? Tell me.â
âYesâ you whisper, your rhythm faltering as shame and arousal twist together in your gut.
âYes what?â
âYes daddyâ
A cold smile touches her lips. âFilthy slut, canât even go one night without playing with yourself. Your thighs tremble, orgasm building.
âYou want to cum, donât you?â she asks, teasing, dragging out the moment.
âPlease, Paige⊠please let me cum.â
âNot yet.â She shakes her head slowly, her jaw tight. âYouâll cum when I say, when Iâm ready.â
Her words push you higher. You speed up, desperate, but she snaps her fingers.
âSlow down. Did I tell you to go faster?
You choke out a sob and force your hand to slow, your clit aching. Paigeâs breathing hitches, sheâs struggling too, you can see it in the way her thighs twitch and shake the way her eyes canât stay open for more then 30 seconds at a time. But she holds on, grinding into her palm, her voice strained.
âThatâs better. Fuck, look at you, so fucking obedient. Such a good little fucktoy for me. Youâre going to cum with me when I tell you, and youâre going to thank me for it after.â
Your whole body is trembling now, every nerve on fire. You nod, unable to speak. Paigeâs hand moves faster, her moans turning into low, guttural sounds that make your cunt clench around nothing.
âNowâ
The orgasm hits you like a brick, your back arching off the bed, a cry tearing from your throat. You feel yourself pulse around your own fingers, wave after wave, and through the fog you hear Paige groan your name, her own release substance against her hand, her thighs. Sheâs shaking, breath coming in ragged gasps, but she still holds control, her eyes never leave you.
Can i request a paige x oc where oc is dating paige ofc and sheâs a dolll just spoiled asf! i just love a bratty oc x paige trope
&&&. uconn!paige x dollygf!oc
â NORMAL GIRL Ëłá âââ âžâž â you love the way i pop my top, or how i lose my cool, or how i look at you. / you like it when i be aggressive! â
summary. rubi gets pissed when girls throw themselves at paigeâagain. luckily for paige, she's more than accustomed to dealing with her girl's tantrums. includes. 1.9k words.
a/n. hey loves !! this was a ROUGH&TOUGH write bc tumblr deleted ts like 20 billion times andddd it's also not proofread cause i was deadass abt to just trash itđBUT i finished it so thats what matters andd hopefully it's goodđđlove ya'llll
đaige had just had a great game. Which wasn't very rare, seeing as she always played better than most. But, this game specifically? It really took the fucking cake.
I mean, who plays so amazingly that every girl in the building decides to throw themselves at herâcompletely disregarding the fact that the blonde was in a relationship?!
That took some real...skill.
A skill that seemed to only be possessed by Rubi's girlfriend.
And it might've been ridiculous to be jealous. She knew it was. She was always the one Paige would go home withâthe only one Paige made feel good. But that didn't stop her from letting emotions get the best of her.
The girl got off on being the center of Paige's attention, so having to take the backseat to some ditzy, soon-to-be dropout, clout-chasers who were trying to screw her girlfriend was a serious no-no.
Which is why when the rest of the needy crowd cleared out and Paige's tired expression lit up the second her gaze landed on Rubi, she wasn't satisfied in the slightest.
Rubi knew she looked good. She always did. Especially when she was showing out for her girl.
She was pretty, per usual, and all dolled upâperfectly trimmed layers framing your face just right, soft makeup enhancing her babydoll-like features, fresh set of lash extensions widening her doe eyes, favorite gloss glazing her swollen lips, and baby pink blush highlighting the bulbous tip of her button nose and the height of her cherub cheeks.
The "P" necklace Paige had gifted her on their one-year anniversary glinted under the arena lights as she waltzed over to the blonde in her teal Skims dress, her feet adorned with white and gold Miu Miu mules.
And her body looked phenomenalânot that it was a surprise. Her plump tits were on display as they bounced around against the flowers she'd brought for Paige, the fat of her plush asscheeks jiggling along with her thick hips and thighs under the flimsy fabric, and her tan, buttery skin shimmering beneath the lights.
Paige scratched the tip of her nose, whistling lowly as the brunette came to a stop in front of her. Too bad Rubi's doll-like cadence was quickly soured when Paige met her eyes and saw the displeased frown painting her face.
Exhaling deeply like a disappointed mother, the girl rose her perfectly arched eyebrows expectantlyâwaiting, hoping for Paige to say something stupid.
The blonde smirked awkwardly, taking a step closer as she spoke, "D'you enjoy the gam-" Rubi interrupted by shoving the flowers into Paige's chest, forcing a small oof! from her lips.
Without giving her a chance to respond, Rubi let out an unimpressed scoff, turning quickly over her shoulder and stomping awayâPaige followed without hesitation.
"Wh- bae!"
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đow in the parking garage, her kitten heels clicked rhythmically against the concrete flooring, fat tears glazing over her doe eyes with each step.
Greatânow she was crying like a big baby.
Despite their extreme height difference, Rubi being the shorter of the pair, Paige was barely keeping up with the small woman's angry strides. "Rubi, what is up witchu'?" Paige asked incredulously, jogging up to her side.
The brunette huffed annoyedly, refusing to meet her eyes. "What, I-I can't have a bad day, now?" She snapped, brows furrowed and bottom lip swollen from her incessant chewing.
"You can..." She spoke slowly, coming to a stop as she watched Rubi carry on with an unimpressed gaze. Paige knew her better than anyone in the world. So, the big swing between her mood that morning compared to now was easy to see.
Paige kissed her teeth, tilting her head back. "Stop, bae. C'mere," she instructed softly, but yet, still full of authority.
Rubi resisted the urge to throw herself into the blonde's big arms, adjusting the strap of her cream mini Prada bag that sat on her shoulder as she turned to look at her. She shook her head, testing the waters.
Paige shifted her weight onto her hip impatiently, raising her eyebrows beneath that dumb, but sexy, but really dumb UConn cap resting backwards on her head. She snapped her fingers once and pointed directly in front of herself.
"Get...yo' lil' ass over here. Now."
Rubi rolled her eyes, falsies fluttering, but immediately obeyed without a second thoughtâfingers twisting in front of her belly as she shuffled over to her.
She didn't approach fast enough to Paige's liking, so the blonde tugged her wrist gently once she was within reaching distance, Rubi stumbling a little due to her heels.
The small act of dominance made her physically shrink, already feeling a little hazy.
In an attempt to prevent herself from giving in, Rubi tightly crossed her arms over her chest, subconsciously pushing her tits further as she pouted and flipped her long, glossy hair over her shoulder.
"A'ight...can you take these for a sec?" Paige held out the bouquet of flowers in front of Rubi, the girl dropping her jaw dramatically in response. Paige sighed tiredly, knowing what was coming.
Even though Paige had meant it in the sense that she could comfort Rubi easier if both hands were free, her girlfriend wasn't necessarily in the state to think so deeply into it.
"So- so now, you don't want the flowers?" Rubi whined, "Really?" Her now sparkly eyes stared up at her, nose and cheeks flushed as she sniffled pathetically. "You wanna go back to those girls in there-"
"Cut it-" Paige exhaled roughly, trying her best to stay calm. "Just stop, a'ight? Can you tell me what you need right now?" She hunched her back, large frame barely accommodating to Rubi's height as she tried to be more level with her. Instantly, the brunette's chest filled with guilt, foul mood melting away just a little more. "Can't read your mind, baby."
Rubi shook her head with a quiet, choked sob, annoyed with that additionâbecause she wanted her to know. She was honestly fairly pretty that Paige did know and was just teaching her a lesson. But regardless, she didn't wanna tell her.
So, Rubi decided on the first thought in her head and went to push Paige's arm lightly, the blonde easily catching her hand with a click of her teeth.
"Don't do that right now, Rue. Don't." Paige shifted to place her large hands on either side of Rubi's face, blue eyes soft and understanding as her thumbs caressed the girl's cheekbones. "I'on wanna have to deal witchu' the way you don't like, 'cause your head ain't there."
Rubi's stomach sunk to her ankles at Paige's soft tone, her glossy lips suddenly growing dry. A pang of guilt burned through her chest and fresh tears began to form.
Paige licked her lips, trying once more. "I'mma ask you again... what you needâ"
"You!" Rubi answered, cutting him off. Which would've irritated Paige, had she not been able to tell that she didn't really mean to snap by the way her nose scrunched up afterward. "Need you..."
"Baby, I'm right here..." Paige dipped her head, prompting Rubi to say more, but she crumpled, shaking her head as she began to sob. "Ooo-kay. A'ight." She sighed, picking her up like it was nothing and walking them over to her carâwhich thankfully, wasn't much further.
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đnevitably, she wound up on Paige's lap in the back seat of her car, dress rolled up to her waistâfabric being held up by Rubi's tits. Paige had one hand cupping the girl's ass, the other knuckles deep into her drooling pussy.
Swallowing thickly, Rubi let out a shaky breath from her swollen lips, cheeks burning with embarrassment as she wrapped her arms around Paige's broad shoulders, whimpering into her collarbone.
Paige removed her hand from Rubi's ass, moving to the back of her head and pushing her forehead flush against her own. The blonde couldn't help but smile at the way Rubi's doe eyes stared dreamily at the way her three longest fingers thrusted slowlyâin and out.
The Bueckers woman tilted her head, silencing her with a nasty, slobbery kiss. Rubi let out a throaty moan, swallowing as their tongues slid flat against each other.
"Hmph- papi, I-" Rubi was quickly cut off by her own elongated groan as Paige slid her tongue up from between her cleavage to her kiss bitten lips, before swallowing her mouth into a deeper kiss.
"Oh, I know, baby, let it out," Paige cooed, slightly condescendingâthough, Rubi couldn't find it in herself to care, crying into the woman's neck as her wet pussy squished and squelched around her long fingers.
Drool dripped down the both of their necks, and Rubi tightened her arms around Paige's shoulders, both of their tongues lazily lapping at each other.
Paige pulled back, watching closely with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as Rubi threw her head back in complete and total ecstasy. "Nothing else to say, mama? So quiet now. What happened? Huh?" She was cooing, a huge shit-eating grin on her face as she locked a big strong hand around her waist, forcing her to take her fingers deeperâif that were even possible. "What happened, baby?"
She slid in her pinky, four fingers spreading Rubi wide open as she wrapped her other hand around the brunette's neck. Rubi gasped, lashes fluttering and brows furrowing tightly. "Where's allat' attitude gone? Is this what you needed?" Paige used the hand on her neck to make the girl nod. "You feel better now, baby?"
"Ffffâmmm..."
Rubi tried, she really did. But Paige purposefully began massaging her thumb over the woman's puffy, sticky clit.
"Oh...see, you got an off button. That's what this is." Paige hummed out a chuckle, "The button's just alllll the way in those guts." Rubi finally met the blonde's eyes, her own big brown ones appalled she mustered up the last of her strength to deliver a smack to Paige's arm. Paige smirked, nudging her jaw. "Ain't that right, baby?"
Rubi completely (and involuntarily) dropped the act when Paige's fingers hit that spot, eyes crossing and brows furrowing deeply as she softly uttered, "oh, God..." The blonde's eyebrows rose when she realized she'd found the spot; then proceeded to hit it over and over again, making her girlfriend cry out.
Paige laughed, dropping her face into the space between Rubi's neck and shoulder as she continued to abuse her gooey spot, murmuring, "Next time, you gon' tell me you need this. You got it?" Her warm breath tickled her collarbone, making Rubi giggle softly.
Her laughter faded when Paige squeezed a little tighter around Rubi's throat, urging her to respond. The brunette inhaled deeply through her nose, weak uttering, "Mhm'ueyes..." eyes rolling back before fluttering closed at the pressure.
Paige hadn't had enough, releasing her grip on Rubi's neck and smacking her ass as she instructed, "Say, 'I need you so, so, insanely bad, papi.'" She smirked against the brunette's neck, soothing over the spot she'd slapped as she teased at the nickname that came out when Rubi was in subspace. "Practice f'me." When Rubi didn't respond, Paige jostled her lightly, proceeding to jiggle the fat of her ass in her free hand. "Go 'head, bae."
She shuddered, slightly embarrassed as her walls trembled around the stretch of her fingers." Need y'so, so, insanely bad, papi," She whined, swollen lips stretching into a dimply smile when Paige rewarded her with a kiss to her neck.
"There y'go! Ain't so hard, is it?"
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MAKE UP - PB5
â i love it when we make up , go âhead ruin my makeup. â - ariana grande , â19
summary: paige and reader are on and off, but paige makes sure to get her point across this last time.
warnings: !smut, !oral(!reader), !strap(!reader), !slight choking, !toxicity, !makeup sex.
3 AM. you and paige are yelling back and forth. this time, she was seen out being handsy with some random. âPaige, im tired of this back and forth shit!â you yell. âWell then stop being so fucking insecure!â she shouted, unaware of what sheâd really meant. âoh fuck you! matter of fact, get the fuck out!â you bellowed at her. âyou know what, fine.â paige chuckled, grabbing her keys.
she slammed the door and left. she actually left. by now she wouldâve grabbed you, tongued you down, and apologize. you look around at the trail of mess you both had left. you sighed and went back to your room. you got into bed and just stared. at what? you donât know, just stared. you knew sheâd be back by tomorrow night.
itâs 1 PM. youâve cleaned up the trail from early this morning, got a fresh set of nails, her favorite color, purple. now youâre currently cooking, youâre humming to the sound of make up by ariana grande. you were stirring your homemade Alfredo sauce while you hear a familiar knock at the door. you sigh and wipe your hands off.
you walk to the door, not needing to look out the peephole, you know itâs paige. âwhat, paige?â you spoke, voice strained. âcan you let me in?â she asked. âfor what?â you continue whilst picking at your nails. âjust⊠let me in?â she sighs. âbye paige.â you say carelessly, walking away from the door.
you go back to stirring the sauce contently, you swear you didnât hear the door open nor unlock. ây/n.â paige says lowly from behind you. you scream and almost drop the scorching hot spoon on your foot. âpaige what the fuck!â you yell breathlessly.
âhow the fuck did you get in here!â you yell, still spooked. she lets out a low chuckle, âyou forgot about your spare key under the plant?â âpaige please, I was having a good day.â you sigh. âlemme make it better.â she says, snaking her arms around you, trapping you in front of the counter.
âpaige get off of me and get out.â you say, trying to stand your ground. âmama, im sorry. I didnât mean what I said.â she says, trying to apologize. âyes you did madison.â you say sternly. she tenses up at the sound of you calling her by her middle name.
âbaby, im serious. lemme show you.â she mutters, hoisting you up onto the counter. she reaches over and turns off the stove. you squirm, trying to get of her grasp. âstop fighting me.â she says, wrapping her hands around your throat.
she leans down and connects your lips. you give in and wrap your arms around her neck. she lets out a groan into your mouth. you try so hard to fight her tongue with dominance but you canât. she pulls back, âyou gonâ let me show you?â you donât respond. âit donât matter, youâll let me.â she says smugly.
she leans into your neck and presses soft kiss wherever she can. she starts to kiss down your chest, âtell me to stop, tell me.â you donât respond, again. she pulls your shirt off, leaving you in a black, lacy bra. she hums, kissing down your chest. she rubs her thumbs around your nipples. you groan softly, she smiles against you.
you reach back and undo your bra. she smiles as it falls on top of your shirt on the floor. she continues to rub your nipples at a slow, agonizing pace. âp, please stop teasing.â she obeys, and wraps her lips around one while squeezing the other one. you let out a sharp moan.
she moves to the one she was just squeezing, and nips at it. âmm, paige!â you cry. she chuckles. âthese mine.â she says, pulling back and looking up at you. she presses a kiss in between your breasts and leaves a mark.
âI know you uncomfortable on this counter.â she says, picking you up once more. she fixes a pillow and puts you down. she gets in front of you, on her knees. âdid you mess with her while I was gone?â she asks, referring to your pussy. âno..â you mumble. âhm?â she hums. âno, I didnât.â you speak louder. âgood girl.â she smiles.
she pulls your leggings down all the way, leaving your panties. she smiles seeing your wetness through the sheer lace. âyou want me, mama?â she asked rubbing against your glistening underwear. you nod. âyou know better, words.â she says, adding pressure. âyes, paige!â you whine, hips bucking.
she smiles, happily ripping your underwear in half. âI liked those..â you say, looking at the ripped fabric on the floor. âI could get you hundreds more, you know that.â she says, rubbing your thighs. she doesnât take 3 seconds before diving in. she licks a stripe up your cunt, then side to side.
you cry out loudly, hands flying to her head. you pull her hair into a handheld ponytail. âoh my god, so fucking good p.â you cry out, grinding on her face. she didnât give a fuck you were basically drowning her in your wetness. she moves her hands up to your hips to hold you down.
she starts to spell her name in cursive on your pussy, by the time sheâs at the letter g, oh youâre gone. âp-paige itâs too much! fuuuccckkk!â you cry loudly, head pressed as hard as you can into the couch. âitâs not.â she mumbles, moving on to spell her middle name.
TIME SKIP.
you swear paige had ate you out on almost every single surface in your apartment. the couch, the kitchen counter, your table, the bed, etc. youâre laying down in your bed, eyes closed. paige just told you sheâd be right back. you think sheâs going to get some wipes and night clothes for you, then you hear four snaps.
you open one eye and scan the room looking for her. your eyes fall on her, walking out your closet, strap hanging. âpaige.â you groan tiredly. âcmon mama, give me one more.â she smirked. she leans down and kisses you. you immediately fold, your legs open on command.
she smiles against your mouth and rubs her hands up and down your legs. she centers herself in between your legs, rubbing the tip up and down your entrance. you whine, closing your eyes. but as soon as they close, sheâs slams in, your body jerks violently. âugh, Paige!â you scream.
she doesnât give a fuck if sheâs about to fuck you into the mattress, she continues her harsh pace. you put your hand on her abdomen to try and slow her down but that doesnât work. âyou know better, move your hand.â she growls. your eyes roll back as you let out a mewl.
âcmon give it to me.â she encourages, now rubbing rapid circles on your clit. "fuck-oh shit p!" she cried out desperately.
a/n notes: heyyy.... so this is to hold yall over for the met gala fic but i got lazy at the end so... đ
Hungry
4/10-1k special
The smoke hangs in the dim light of your living room. You're sprawled on the couch, head fuzzy, limbs heavy, watching Paige through half-closed eyes. Sheâs been staring at you for the last five minutes, her pupils blown wide, bottom lip caught between her teeth.
âYou have no ideaâ she says, voice low and rough, âhow fucking hard it is to sit here and not just⊠taste you.â
You blink, a slow smile spreading. âOh yeah?â
She slides off the cushion, landing on her knees in front of you. Her hands find your thighs, fingers pressing into the denim of your jeans. âYeah. Iâve been thinking about it all night. Every time you took a hit, the way your mouth opened⊠fuck.â She leans in, breath warm through the fabric. âLet me. Please. I need to feel you come on my tongue.â
Her eyes are desperate, glassy from the weed, but focused. Sheâs already tugging at your button, popping it open, dragging down the zipper with a shaky hand.
âPaigeâŠâ
âDonât tell me noâ she whispers, sliding her palms under the waistband of your jeans, pushing them down your hips.
âYouâre so pretty when youâre high. All loose and shit. I want to make you feel so good you forget your own name.â
She presses a kiss just below your navel, then another, lower, her nose touching the damp cotton of your underwear.
She hooks her fingers into the waistband, pulling your panties down your legs, leaving you bare. She moans at the sight, licking her lips.
âLook at that. Fucking perfect. And youâve been hiding this from me?â
She shakes her head, then her mouth is there, hot and open, a long, slow lick from your entrance up to your clit. You gasp, hips jerking. She hums against you, the vibration making your toes curl.
âThatâs itâ she murmurs, pulling back just enough to speak, her breath cool on your slick skin.
âYouâre gonna let me worship this pussy, and youâre gonna lie there and take it. No fucking talking back. Just let me show you how much I want you.â
She dives back in, tongue circling your clit in firm, wet strokes. One hand pins your hip down, the other slips under you, fingers pressing into the curve of your ass. She eats you like sheâs starved, like youâre the only thing keeping her alive. Slurping, sucking, tongue plunging inside you, then back up to lap at your clit in quick, dirty flicks.
âFuckâPaigeââ
âYeah, say my nameâ she pants, lifting her head just enough to look at you, her chin glistening.
âSay it while I make you come. Youâre such a fucking mess for me. Soaking my face.â
She buries her face in your cunt again, moaning against you like sheâs the one getting off. Her tongue works you, fast and deep, then soft and teasing, until youâre trembling, breath hitching, your fingers twisted in her hair.
âThatâs it, come on, baby, give it to me. I want all of itâ she mumbles into your flesh, her words muffled but clear.
âYou taste so fucking good. Best thing Iâve ever had.â
The orgasm hits you like a wave. She doesnât stop, tongue lapping through every pulse, swallowing every drop, until youâre shaking, oversensitive, pushing weakly at her head.
She finally pulls away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning up at you.
She crawls up, kisses you slow and deep, letting you taste yourself on her tongue, then pulls back, eyes dark.
Quiet
3/10-1k special
It was Paigeâs routinely visit to your dorm. Every other weekend she was there, every other weekend she was fucking you, and every other weekend there was a noise complaint slapped on your door.
Your roommates bangs on the wall and screaming go unnoticed but after your 10th complaint, you and Paige decided to be a little more aware.
âGood baby, lay right thereâ Paige said, getting you settled in bed, preparing to explore you and your limits.
âGod, I missed youâ She whispered as she took in your scent, taking her time kissing down your body.
Paigeâs lips trace a slow path down your body, across your collarbone, dipping into the soft curve of your stomach. Her breath is warm, her tongue flicking against your skin as she goes lower, lower, until she reaches the waistband of your shorts.
âMissed thisâ she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. âMissed the way you tremble for me.â
She reaches over to the nightstand, pulls out the harness and the thick silicone cock sheâs used on you before. The sight of it makes your stomach flutter, mix of anticipation and that familiar ache. She puts it on with practiced ease, then climbs onto the bed, positioning herself between your legs. Her tip grazes your clit.
âEasyâ Paige coos, pressing the head against your entrance. âWe gotta be quiet tonight, remember? Roommates, RAs, The whole buildingâs probably got ears out for us.â
You nod, biting your lip, but the moment she pushes in, slow, then suddenly hard, a strangled moan rips from your throat. She fills out in one thrust, your back arches off the mattress. The stretch is too much , the fullness overwhelming.
âShhhâ she whispers, starting a steady, punishing rhythm. âCanât have you yelling, baby, not yet.â
Her hips slap against yours, wet slapping fills the room.
âWant everyone in this dorm to hear how good I fuck my girl.â
She drives deeper, harder, and you clench around the toy, a broken whimper escaping. You press your palm over your own mouth, trying to muffle yourself, but Paige grabs your wrist and pins it above your head.
âNo hidingâ she says, breath ragged. âI want to see your face. Want to watch you struggle baby.â
Her pace quickens, relentless. âYouâre taking it so well. So good for me. My perfect little slut.â
Your eyes roll back. The pleasure builds, tightening in your belly. You sink under her, thighs trembling, a whine sneaking past your lips. Paige leans down, mouth to your ear.
âif they come knockingâŠâ She fucks you harder, punishing. âIâll just fuck you through the door. Make sure they hear every moan.â
Her hand finds your clit, rubbing rough circles, and youâre gone. The orgasm rips through you, sharp and blinding, and you bite down on your own shoulder trying to keep from screaming. Paige fucks you through it, her hips never slowing, until youâre a twitching mess beneath her.
âOne moreâ she says, not a question. âGive me another. I know you can.â
And you do, because sheâs still going , still pressing that sensitive spot, and your body has no choice but to obey, shuddering through a second climax that leaves you gasping, hoarse.
Paige slows, pulls out gently, and collapses beside you.
âGood girl,â she whispers, kissing your forehead. âSo fucking proud of you. We made it without a complaintâ
A faint knock sounds from the wall. Your roommateâs muffled voice. âSeriously? Again?â
Paige grins, and you canât help but laugh, even as your legs shake.
BABY - PAIGE BUECKERS X READER
I synopsis: during a casual late night tiktok live with kk and ice, you accidentally call paige âbabyâ 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 authorâs note: how yâall doin đ
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THE LIGHTS IN Paigeâs 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 Paigeâs bed in her blue UConn sweats and hoodie, holding her phone up as the livestream poured in. She waved at the camera dramatically.
âWhatâs good, girly pops?! Yâall said yâall wanted a late night live, so we delivered. We got Ice Spice in the buildingââ
âIce Spice?â 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,
âPaige andââ
âYo, Ice, donât read that,â Paige cut in quickly, voice stern. âWe donât read comments like that out loud. Chill.â
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.
Paigeâs hand still found your ankle under the blanket when the camera wasnât directly on her. A secret touch that always grounded you.
âDo yall miss Nika and Aaliyah?,â KK read out loud, grinning wide. âOfc we miss them. Nika and Lili are our girls. But we holding it down though. P, you got anything to say to the people?â
Paige looked up from the iPad, where Anthony Edwards was cooking, and flashed that easy cocky smile.
âWe just out here chillin. Pre-season about to start, so yâall better be ready for us. No more passive Paige.â
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 KKâs phone, reading more. âOkay, somebody asked âIce, whoâs the funniest on the team?â Definitely not KK,â she said, smirking hard.
âShe never shuts up.â
KK gasped dramatically, sitting up straight. âGirl boo! You did not just say that. Ice be acting like I donât make her day.â
Ice laughed, clearly enjoying herself. âYouâre loud, thatâs what you are.â
âAnyways,â KK continued, side-eyeing Ice, âsheâs lying. Donât listen to her yâall.â
Ice kept scrolling, smirking like she was always in the middle of the crime scene. She read another comment silently, then elbowed Paige. âP⊠read that one.â
@pbucketsfan1: when is paige gonna admit her and y/n go together bad?? đđ
Paige leaned over, eyes scanning the comment. She shook her head with a laugh. âBro, yâall are crazy. Next question.â
Iceâs smirk only grew.
âThey want a funny freshman year story,â Ice announced.
âOh, I got one. Remember when we locked KK out the facility because she left her phone in the car? Couldnât get in with her ID, standing outside in the coldâŠâ
KK side-eyed her immediately. âNah. That was not funny! Yâall 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.â
Paige chuckled, still half-watching the game. âIt was a little funny. You were out there doing the most.â
You chimed in softly, smiling. âI tried to tell them to let you inside. Yall wrong for leaving KK out there.â
âSee?â KK pointed at the camera triumphantly. âGirly pop over there gets it. She keeps everyone in check.
âWhoâs the best dancer?â Easy. Me. Paige tries, but she got no rhythm.â
Paige sat up straighter, defensive. âBro. Bro. Bro. Nah, I can move. I got rhythm! They swear I donât got rhythm, but I do. Somebody back me up right now.â
Ice just laughed. âPaige can move around sometimes⊠when she wants to.â
You raised an eyebrow. âSometimes?â
Paige turned to you with a playful glare. âDonât start. Youâve seen me dance.â
The room filled with laughter as the comments flooded in even faster.
KK read a few more, still grinning. âThey want to know what we eating tonight. Well⊠somebodyâs about to go on a food run, so pray for us.â
â
Jana popped her head into the room a little while later, car keys jingling. âYou still down? We going for that run?â
You nodded, pushing up from the bed. âYeah, letâs go. Let me put on my shoes real quick.â
Paige glanced over, eyebrow raised. âWhere yâall going?â
The chat immediately sped up with comments about Paige always checking on you.
âChick-fil-A,â you answered casually, stepping just out of frame to grab your hoodie. âYou want anything P? Ice? KK?â
âI want a spicy chicken sandwich and some fries,â KK said quickly.
âIâll take a grilled chicken sandwich and a lemonade,â Ice added.
âNah, Iâm good on food,â Paige said, waving you off with a soft smile. âJust bring me back a lemonade or something if they still got it.â
âBet.â
You and Jana headed out, the door clicking shut behind you. The live kept rolling.
â
Twenty minutes later, you were sitting in Janaâs car in the Chick-fil-A parking lot, windows cracked, night air cool. You pulled out your phone without thinking and hit Paigeâs contact, putting it on speaker.
It rang twice.
âHello?â
âHey baby,â you said easily, the word slipping out from pure habit. âYou sure you donât want anything from Chick-fil-A? They got the cookies again. I was gonna grab you oneââ
Silence.
The live audio went dead quiet for a split second.
Meanwhile back on the live the chat exploded.
You heard Paigeâs sharp inhale. âShitââ
âBro mute the liveâŠâ she muttered, voice tight. Then louder, trying to recover, âYou still there?â
Your stomach dropped. âYeah. Um never mind, Iâll justâIâll talk to you later.â
You hung up fast, heart hammering. Jana stared at you, eyes wide. âGirl⊠you did not.â
âI forgot,â you groaned, already spiraling hard. âI completely forgot they were still live. Oh my God.â
Jana let out a nervous laugh. âThe live is probably going stupid right now. Paigeâs face⊠whew.â
You buried your face in your hands the entire ride back, overthinking every possible scenario.
â
When you and Jana finally returned to the apartments with the bags of food, the energy in Paigeâs 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. âDamn. Iâm sure nobody heard you for real. I almost dropped the phone when I heard it tho.â
Ice smirked from the floor, clearly entertained. âComments said otherwise.â
Paige ran a hand down her face. âYâall can head out. Weâll see yall tomorrow.â
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. âPaige⊠I didnât mean to. I completely forgot.â
She let out a sharp breath, still pacing. âI know you didnât mean to. But fuck⊠weâve been careful for three years. Three whole years of keeping this shit locked down from the public, and one phone call and itâs everywhere now.â
Her voice was rising.
âI said one word,â you shot back, defensive. âItâs not like I told them weâve been together since freshman year.â
Paige stopped pacing and turned to you, eyes flashing. âYou donât get it! The clips are already circulating. People are gonna dig. Weâre gonna have to do damage control. All because we got too comfortable.â
âSo itâs my fault now?â Your voice got louder to match hers. âYouâre the one whoâs never been that lowkey! You touch me on live, you wink at me, you ask where Iâm going like itâs obvious. Donât put this all on me like I did it on purpose!â
Paigeâs voice rose even more. âIâm 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 werenât ready for that yet!â
The tension crackled between you.
âMaybe if you werenât always pushing the line in public, this wouldnât feel like such a big deal!â you snapped.
Paige stared at you, chest heaving. âI need some air.â She grabbed her keys and walked out, the door shutting firmly behind her.
â
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.
âIâm not mad at you,â she said quietly, though her voice was still edged. âI know it was an accident.â She rubbed her hands over her face.
âI just⊠panicked. We built this safe little world where only the team knew. And now it feels like itâs about to blow up. I was just stressed about what comes next not about being with you. Iâm sorry.â
You swallowed hard. âI hate that I made it harder for us.â
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 youâd meet her eyes.
âWeâve been through worse,â she said, voice lower now. âFreshman year sneaking around, all the close calls⊠this is just another thing we figure out together.â
Her thumb brushed your cheek gently. âIâm sorry I raised my voice and walked out. I shouldnât have done that.â
You leaned into her chest, the fight draining out of both of you. âIâm sorry I slipped up.â
Paige held you tighter, pressing a kiss to your temple. âWeâll be okay. Even if the world knows now⊠youâre still my girl. That doesnât change.â
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.
I have a mom so idk what the fuck my problem is.
Anyway thatâs literally my mommy guys like omg đ
Mommy
ASMR and back scratches . PB
pairing: paige buckers x reader
synopsis: cute little blurb about paige's asmr loving girlfriend
"you said you would do it like 20 minutes ago" you whined from your side of the bed, snuggled in the sheets, back turned to your girlfriend. your asmr video played softly from your phone, indicating that you were ready for bed.
"baby it's literally only been like 5" she laughed "i told you i'd do it once i'm finished watching this"
she had her nose shoved into her phone, watching some sort of highlight reel that she insisted on tuning in to. meanwhile, you had been begging her for back scratches for what felt like eternity. it was your nightly ritual. put on your asmr, get cuddled in bed with paige, and make her scratch your back so you could fall asleep.
but for some reason, this video had her more focused on basketball than on you. and you were growing impatient.
"but i'm tired now" you complained again "i need my tingles"
you turned onto your other side, now facing her, seeing how she was still knee deep in her video. her glasses sat perched on the bridge of her nose, eyebrows angled in a concentrated expression, blonde hair sitting softly on her shoulders. but regardless of how absolutely delicious she looked right now; you were still annoyed with her.
you pouted your lips and huffed loudly, flopping back to your original position as she didn't even bother to look your way. deciding to be petty, you shut off your phone and pulled the sheets up to your neck. if she wouldn't give you attention, you'd just sleep instead.
"baby," paige spoke, hearing the sheets rustle beside her "what's wrong?"
"nothing," you shrugged her off "don't worry about it"
"c'mon honey" she sighed sweetly "don't be like that"
"i'm not being like anything"
"yes, you are" she giggled. you could hear her phone thud against the mattress, feeling her arms around your waist shortly after "you're pouting"
"no, i'm not" you insisted again, pushing her arms away from you.
"i thought you wanted back scratches, no?" you could feel the clever smile on her face. oh, now she wanted to give you attention.
now, her whole body pressed against you, her lips finding your cheek to place a delicate kiss to it. her way of saying sorry, and it worked every time. her hands found the hem of your top, fingers creeping up the bare skin of your spine. you got goosebumps instantly, skin rising wherever her fingers went. nails glided softly across your skin as they formed tiny, red patterns.
"that's what i thought," paige said, noticing the way your body shifted immediately under her touch "told you to just be patient and i'll give you want you want, hm?"
"yeah, yeah" you scoffed, though you couldn't help but smile back "thank you"
"want to put your video back on?"
and that's all you needed to hear before reaching over to the bedside table and grabbing your phone again. paige laughed again, allowing you to get comfortable in her arms before returning to her girlfriendly duties. you let out an exhale of contentment as her strong hands rubbed up and down your back, letting your eyes flutter closed as you drifted off into a deep sleep.
you were truly spoiled.
Too sweet
Paige Bueckers x reader
Summary: reader goes braless in front of Paige for the first time
A/n: this is a short little Drabble because i had this thought in my head lol
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At first Paige didnât say anything. She just watched you walk up to her. You were wearing a small tank top, nipples hard from the air conditioned room. Paige tried to be stubborn and not stare. âHey..â you mumbled, wrapping your arms around her waist. Her wavy hair was down and loose by her shoulders, yummy. When Paige felt your braless chest against her skin she almost groaned. âYouâre feelinâ bold todayâ Paige addressed you. âYeah, wanted to show offâ a sense of pride could be seen behind your fake nonchalant expression. You wanted her compliments and attention. âYou look beautiful babyâ Paige said, holding you in a hug.
âCan I touch you?â She asked, rubbing your sides. âYeahâ you smiled softly. Her hands came to cup your breasts in her hands. Her thumbs caressed your nipples, causing you to shiver. âAww, sensitive?â She laughed. âMhmmâ you whined. âYouâre mean..â you complained before she kissed you. âI know baby, I knowâ. You wanted to act like she didnât raise a reaction out of you but you failed miserably. Paige knew you too well, she knew the effect you had on you. Your fingers danced around the line of her boxers, wanting to touch her too.
Groping soon turned to grinding and roughly making out. âI need youâ she whispered as she lead you over to the couch. She lifted your tank top and kissed your areolas. You whimpered as she used her teeth to bite your nipples. âOw, P!â You said through your teeth. âBaby, i know you like itâ she chuckled against your skin. You left hickeys and love bites across your chest. Paige was in awe of how pretty your body looked. She worshiped it as if it was her last chance to feel you. âP..â you whimpered as she licked your nipple. âYouâre ok baby, I got youâ she muttered.
outside, inside | p.b
pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader
warnings: smut, fluff (yk ima always try my best to include the yearning of it all), public sex, fingering (reader receiving), light degradation, overstimulation(?), slight dom and sub dynamics, finger sucking, pussy slapping, orgasm denial, i think that's it but lmk if i missed anything!
word count: 3.7k
summary: god bless the state fair
author's note: hi guys! i'm actually laughing while typing this because the idea of just posting after disappearing for so long is actually hilarious to me. missed you all so much, i hope you've been well!
i've also been doing my best to keep up with unrivaled, they just stress me out so bad...but if they like it i love it #fortheloveofthegame
anyways i'm done! tried my best to proofread but forgive me if anything slipped.
your feedback is always appreciated <3
enjoy! x
What She Needs
Pairing: FBI!Paige Bueckers x Civilian!Y/n
Fandom: FBI AU
Warnings: Trauma response, implied violence, stalking, protective custody, PTSD themes, emotional distress
Summary: or maybe she needs bothâŠ
A/N: am I using the planeâs Wi-Fi to post this⊠yes, yes I am. Do enjoy while I take a napâŠ
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Welcome to the chapter 3 of Protective Custody. I hope you all enjoy and there is more to come...stay tuned my loveies!!
Y/N POV
Two weeks of hiding inside four walls with Paige was enough time for one very inconvenient truth to settle in:
We had a routine.
Not because we planned it.
Not because we talked about it.
It just⊠happened.
Every morning, we moved around each other like planets with fixed orbitsâclose enough to feel the pull, far enough not to collide.
7:12 a.m.
My feet hit the floor. Always twelve. Never eleven. Never thirteen.
7:15 a.m.
Paigeâs door opened. I didnât need to check the clock anymore.
7:18 a.m.
The kettle clicked on.
7:19 a.m.
The fridge opened. Tupperware shifted. A drawer scraped. Fruit met the cutting board.
She didnât speak.
I didnât either.
Those first minutes belonged to silenceâthick and steady, like a blanket I could breathe under.
Then, like clockwork, she slid a mug toward me.
Black tea. Honey on the side.
Every morning.
âYou donât add the honey until the end,â sheâd said once. âIf you do it first, it never tastes like enough.â
âYou remembered that?â Iâd asked.
Sheâd shrugged. âYou said it.â
Iâd said it once.
Half-asleep.
Barely conscious.
And she remembered.
The kettle clicked again, pulling me back. Paige set the mug in front of me, careful not to brush my fingers.
âTea.â
âThanks.â
She nodded and went back to cutting fruitâstrawberries halved, blueberries untouched, apple slices fanned neatly. Always the same.
It shouldâve been peaceful.
But my skin felt wrong. My nerves too loud.
Paige noticed. She always did. She didnât askâjust placed a thin briefing folder on the counter.
âI have to go in today,â she said. âHQ wants to consolidate evidence.â
My fingers tightened around the mug.
âIt wonât be long,â she added softly. âTwo hours.â
They were meant to reassure me.
They never did.
Any time she left the safe house, the world felt too big. Like he could reach me again.
She saw the panic I was swallowing and covered my hand with hersâwarm, grounding.
âIâm coming back,â she said. âAlways.â
I didnât trust promises anymore.
But somehow⊠I trusted her.
Paige POV â FBI Headquarters
Iâve been in countless briefings.
Crime scene photos.
Timelines.
Victimology charts.
None of it rattles me anymore.
But today
Today I feel sick.
Agent Ward clicks the remote, pulling up the fourth victim.
âThis is Holly Reeves. Twenty-four years oldââ
I stop hearing him.
Because the photo hits me like a punch.
The hair.
The height.
The skin tone.
She looks like Y/N.
I blink hard and look away.
Coincidence. It has to be.
Ward clicks again.
Victim two.
Victim three.
Victim one.
My stomach drops.
Not overlap.
A pattern.
All of them:
18â25.
Brunette to dark blonde.
Medium height.
Soft features.
Warm undertones.
Slim, but not fragile.
Hometowns within ninety minutes of Y/Nâs childhood home.
Then Ward says the date.
âVictim One was killed March 11th, five years agoââ
The day before Y/Nâs birthday.
The town next to hers.
When I was twenty. A rookie. Still learning how to carry my badge.
âHe showed fixation early,â Ward continues. âNoticeââ
I donât hear the rest.
Iâm staring at a connection no one else sees.
Heâs been hunting a type.
Y/Nâs type.
Y/Nâs shadow.
Did he know her back then?
Has he been circling her for years?
âBueckers?â Agent Park asks. âYou good?â
I snap my eyes down. âFine.â
Iâm not.
But Y/N is barely holding herself together as it is.
If I tell her nowâthat this might not be coincidenceâshe wonât sleep again.
So I swallow it.
Not yet.
Not without proof.
âAlright,â Ward says. âBueckers, relieve the day team.â
I nod and leave with a knot in my chest I canât untie.
The drive back to the safe house feels longer than it ever has.
Not because of traffic.
Not because of distance.
Because every mile gives my brain more time to connect dots I donât want connected.
Red lights blur against the windshield. My hands stay locked at ten and two, posture perfectâtraining overriding panic.
But inside?
Iâm unraveling.
Four victims.
Four women who look like her.
And the firstâfive years agoâdead the day before Y/Nâs birthday, less than an hour from where she grew up.
Thatâs not coincidence.
Thatâs orbit.
Thatâs fixation.
I pull onto the quiet residential street, eyes scanning rooftops, parked cars, shadows. Every porch light feels inadequate.
I shouldnât be shaken like this.
Iâve kicked down doors.
Cleared houses in the dark.
Faced men who would kill me without blinking.
But the thought of him near herâ
It turns my stomach.
I replay the way she looked this morning.
The way her fingers shook around the mug.
The way she trusted me when I said Iâd come back.
âIâm coming back. Always.â
I meant it.
But now that promise feels heavier.
I park and sit there too long, engine still running, hands clenched around the wheel.
Get it together.
She doesnât need an agent right now.
She needs Paige.
I shut the engine off and step inside already listening, already scanning.
Thatâs when I hear it.
A soft, wet drip.
My heart slams against my ribs.
âY/N?â I call, keeping my voice calm.
I follow the sound toward the kitchen, my hand on my gun holster just in case.
Y/N POV
The house felt too quiet without her.
I baked to fill the silence. Paige liked sweets, and I needed something to do with my hands.
Red velvet cupcakes.
But while the oven preheated, my mind drifted.
Not asleep.
Not awake.
Gone.
His breath against my ear.
The cold ground.
His voiceâlow, certain.
âItâs gonna end with you.â
Thenâ
âYouâre next.â
âY/N?â
Paigeâs voice cut through the memory.
Hands steadied me just as the bowl tipped.
Red batter spilled everywhereâoverflowing, dripping, staining the counter and floor.
She pulled her hand away from her holster.
âHey,â she said softly, cupping my face. âLook at me.â
I folded into her before I could stop myself.
Her arms came around me instantly; firm, grounding.
âIâve got you,â she murmured.
Her voice is steady.
Her heartbeat is not.
Paige holds me longer than she should.
Longer than two people pretending to be married for protection ever would.
Her arm is tight around my waist, her palm warm against the small of my back, like sheâs grounding me so I donât float away into another spiral.
And maybe thatâs exactly what I need, because my knees feel like theyâre made of water.
âIâve got you,â she murmurs.
I donât know if she means me, or the situation, or the cupcake tray still dripping onto the floorâŠbut the words still dig right into that aching spot in my chest.
Eventually she loosens her hold, but she doesnât fully step back. Her hands rest lightly on my arms, almost like sheâs reluctant to break contact.
Then she looks down.
âOh wow,â she breathes. âWeâve⊠massacred the kitchen.â
âWe?â
She lifts one eyebrow, gesturing at the red-stained disaster zone.
âYou think Iâm letting you take the blame alone? No chance.â
I huff a tiny laughâsmall, cracked, but real.
That seems to make her shoulders fall a little, like sheâd been holding herself too tightly without noticing.
Paige bends down and grabs a towel, but when she tries to start wiping, the batter but it just smears everywhere.
She pauses.
Looks up at me.
âThis is⊠a war crime.â
âItâs your fault for startling me!â I protest.
âYou were standing in a puddle of cupcake gore. Before I even got home by the bigOf course I startled you.â
I shake my head and kneel beside her, both of us awkwardly folding down at the same time, elbows knocking. She lets out a soft laugh.
Itâs quick, involuntary, and the most unguarded sound Iâve heard from her since being placed in this house.
We wipe in silence for a moment.
But it doesnât feel uncomfortable.
It feels⊠normal.
Too normal.
Dangerously normal.
Her knee bumps mine again, and neither of us moves away this time.
Paige glances at me sideways.
Sheâs trying to be gentle.
Trying to be steady.
But thereâs something hiding in her eyesâa pressure, a secret, something she learned today that sheâs holding behind her teeth.
And suddenly the air shifts.
I place the towel down slowly.
âPaige,â I say softly. âDid something happen? At the briefing?â
Her hands still.
She doesnât look at me.
Thatâs how I know.
âIâm fine,â she lies.
I swallow.
âYou donât look fine.â
She exhales through her nose, jaw flexing.
For a moment, I think sheâs actually going to tell me.
But she just shakes her head.
âYou donât need more to worry about.â
âThatâs not an answer.â
She finally turns toward me, and the look in her eyes knocks the breath out of my lungs.
Fear.
Real fear.
Not for herself.
For me.
âIâm not hiding it to hurt you,â she whispers. âIâm hiding it because youâre already carrying too much.â
My pulse jumps.
âPaige⊠tell me.â
She opens her mouth.
Closes it.
Looks at me again, and I swear her gaze drops to my lips for a fraction of a second before she catches herself and looks away.
Not now.
Not like this.
Not when Iâm shaking and covered in cupcake batter.
âLater,â she whispers. âI promise.â
Promise.
A dangerous word coming from someone like her.
I nod anyway, because my brain is already buzzing from everything else and I canât push her the way I want to.
We keep wiping in silence.
Her shoulder brushes mine again.
Neither of us moves.
Paigeâs POV
I could feel myself slippingâŠnot professionally, but personally. And that terrifies me more than the case. More than the killer. More than anything.
Because I knew that if she asked me one more time,
if she touched my arm,
if she said my name in that quiet, broken wayâŠ
I wouldâve told her everything.
The victimology.
The pattern.
The timing.
The proximity to her childhood home.
The way each crime scene is getting closer, like heâs orbiting her.
The way I think heâs been orbiting her for years.
But telling her would break her.
And letting her stay in the dark kills me.
I look at her now; knees tucked under her, hair in a bonnet, hands stained, and I feel something ugly twist in me.
Not ugly because itâs bad.
Ugly because itâs dangerous.
She looks up, eyes tired but curious.
âWhat?â she asks softly.
I shake my head.
âNo,â I say, clearing my throat. âJust⊠thinking.â
She gives me a look that says she knows thatâs bullshit.
Sheâs sharper than she realizes.
Y/N POV
When we finally stand, the floor is mostly clean but the space between us is not.
Something hangs there.
Something unspoken.
Something warm.
Something new.
Something that feels too intimate to name.
Paige takes the bowl from my hands and sets it in the sink.
âYou donât have to finish these,â she says. âWe can just⊠try again tomorrow.â
âWe?â I tease.
A faint pink rises in her cheeks.
âYouâre a liability when baking is involved. Iâm joining the operation.â
I smile, and it feels like the first real smile Iâve had in days.
But as she turns to rinse her hands, I watch her shoulders tighten againâthe weight of whatever she learned in that briefing sinking back into place.
Something is wrong.
And sheâs trying to protect me from it.
But all I can hear is the echo in my skull:
Itâs gonna end with you.
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hi! iâve been really wanting this fic for a while but itâs paige x reader where paige is her coach and pushes her really hard and just breaks her so one day reader just breaks down and paige walks in and comforts her and assures her sheâs an amazing player and she really likes her and could lead to smutâŠ
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pairing: paige bueckers x reader             word count: 0.9k warnings: fingering (r! receiving) a/n: its been over three months since I got this req but now this absolute piece of garbage is out everyone CLAP IT UP FOR ME!!
Girl, pipe down
Warnings: This is my first ever fic so please bear with me!! Cute fluff!
Summary: Caitlin wonât buy reader McDonalds
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You had never been so bored in your life.
Caitlin decided to bring you along to practice but she failed to mention that it would take 2 and 1/2 hours. You sat on the hard plastic bleachers fiddling with your phone while Caitlin and her teammates ran around on the court. As you scrolled through your phone you got a door dash ad for McDonalds and a plan crept into your mind. The least Caitlin could do for making you sit and watch her run around for 2 and 1/2 hours is get you McDonalds.
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Finally practice is over!! You run to your girlfriend to give her a hug when you realize sheâs dripping in sweat. âCaitlin you quite literally smell like a teenage boyâs locker roomâ you giggle as she sticks her tongue out at you. âYea, yea, yea, Iâve been running around for hours Iâm not gonna smell like rosesâ she adds. âWellll speaking of you running around for hours while I patiently watch because Iâm such an amazing girlfriend, will you buy me McDonalds??â your girlfriend responds to you by giving you the biggest side eye. âY/n no we have food at home I literally went grocery shopping this morningâ you look at her with a pout and puppy dog eyes âPLEASEEEEEEEEEEE Iâll love you forever and ever and ever and Iâll never ask for anything ever again!!!!â You beg. âGirl, pipe down I am not buying you McDonaldsâ she responds. âUgh fine youâre no funâ you say as you decide to walk home by yourself.
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Notes: ok I hope that wasnât tooooo terrible for my first fic đ please dm me if you have suggestions or ideas!!
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mdni âź caitlin clark x reader no ai written by me
đtâs nearly appropriate to use the word âmiserableâ to describe how slow the day has stretched. So long that by the time youâre back to your residence, you only have one thing on your mind: sleep. You kick off your shoes, drop your bag, move on autopilot, already thinking ahead. Today wasnât one that requires a shower, just a change of clothes. Youâre already full, no need to eat.
You know what you really want
Okay, maybe two things
So, sleep, duh. Real sleep where your brain finally shuts off. Youâre so unbelievably tired itâs one of those nights you could close your eyes and immediately be in dream land.
But also that other thing. The thing that loosens everything first, makes you feel nice, that dissipates the ache under your skin. Youâre aware of it early on, the want sitting in that area below your abdomen, itâs been there all day waiting for you to notice. The thing that once you finish, youâre knocked out even faster.
By the time you get into bed, youâre decided
You pull up the sheets, lights off except for the soft glow leaking in from outside. Your phone is in your hand before you even think about reaching for it, warm from your palm. You sigh
Okay, quick. then i sleep.
You unlock it. Home screen. You donât hesitate before you tap Safari with slight aggression.
Your reflection stares back at you in the black loading screen. You tap the tabs icon, then the small, deliberate button to the left.
Private
the screen darkens.
Your thumbs hover over the keyboard. You sigh again.
What do I even want right now?
You bite the inside of your cheek, thinking. Youâre not trying to watch anything complicated that requires commitment or serious attention or a storyline. Just something simple enough to get into. Something that just feels good without a ton of thinking
You type slowly, correcting yourself once, then again.
Delete. reword.
Reword a bit more.
Add a couple extra words you know work for you. Your heart thumps a little harder when you hit search, it always does, like this is still embarrassing even when youâre alone, somehow.
The page loads
You scroll, unhurried. You want to sleep, but thereâs no rush. Your thumb drags lazily up and down as you skim titles, previews blurring together.
Ugh
Why am I so picky tonight.
You know what you like, and you know what you donât. You pass over a few without much thought, then pause.
That one. Yeah. Thatâs fine.
You tap it, immediately lowering the volume pressing frantically even though itâs already quiet, and no oneâs here. Old habit. The room feels smaller and more enclosed, like itâs just you, the screen and the moment you carved out for yourself.
perfect
You adjust against the pillows, tug the blanket higher with your foot, and lift it over your head with your free hand. Your phone rests comfortably in your hand, tilted just right
God, Iâm tired.
you let yourself settle into it, breathing slowing, thoughts narrowing until thereâs not much room left for anything else. just you and your video, and wanting to get this done fast
Your hand slips under the waistband of your shorts, fingers brushing against the warmth there.
Itâs a gentle start, just enough to ease the tension thatâs been stacking all day. You circle slowly, feeling the wetness, a hum escaping your lips as the video plays on, the sounds muffled
The rhythm is lazy, you raise your hips a little, pressing into your touch, chasing that sweet feeling that makes your toes curl. your breath hitches when you find the perfect spot.
ache blooms, spreading fast, you bite your lip, eyes half lidded on the video, letting the scene pull you deeper. Itâs too good, and itâs getting you sweet relief soon.
You rub
You rub more,
you rub faster, a few moans coming out. then, you turn up the volume, immersing yourself deeper in it, letting your sounds come out naturally, non withholding. It hasnât been long at all before you think:
itâs getting hot under here.
you rip the cover off your head for air, and your heart plummets, jolting like youâve been zapped by lightning, phone flying out of your hand as you fail to lock the screen as your roommate stands there under the door, mouth open.
Caitlin looks utterly shocked, under the doorframe as the reality sinks in. Her eyes dart from your face to the phone on the bed, then back up lower, catching the subtle movement under the sheets. The glow from the hall illuminates the back of her, and despite the darkness, you can see her features; wide eyes, parted lips, her tall athletic body frozen in the doorway. Sheâs still in her practice gear, a long sleeve black Nike top, ponytail slightly messy, a water bottle dangling from one hand like she was just trying to get in and go to sleep.
â...Really?â
Your heart slams against your ribs, a hellish heat flooding your cheeks in a rush that feels like genuine fire. Oh god, no. This isnât happening. You yank your hand free, still fumbling to pause the video, but your thumb slips, and a faint moan from the speakers betrays you before you can silence it. The blanket twists around your legs as you scramble to sit up, pulling it high over your chest like it could hide the mortification twisting your gut. You want to vanish, to melt into the mattress and never resurface.
Youâve been roommates for months, sort of becoming friends, and this, this private, stupid moment, feels like the end of everything.
Your face is in ridiculous flames. Nuclear. Chernobyl-level.
âI-â You sit up too fast, cheeks still burning up. âI thought you were stillâŠ.â Silence lingers. You look anywhere but her eyes.
âStill what?â
âGoing to be gone?â you whisper, it comes out more panicked than you mean, making you look even more pitiful.
You canât even look at her.
âI was gonna sleep,â you mumble, which is objectively the worst defense imaginable.
âSo this is for sleep,â she repeats. âYeah. Sure.â
You risk a glance. gigantic mistake.
ââŠthat wasââ she pauses, squints at your phone, then lets out a soft, disbelieving laugh. âNo way.â Her tone shocked in a way that makes you sick, you never want to hear it again, or see her again
You groan, burying your face in your hands, clattering the phone to the nightstand. Embarrassment claws at you hot, making your skin prickle everywhere. You didnât even get close, just that teasing build-up, and now itâs all ruined, twisted into this awkward nightmare. âCaitlin, shut up,â you mumble through your fingers, voice muffled and small. âJust... get out. Please. I hate you.â
She doesnât leave, instead, she steps inside, closing the door softly behind her, the click echoing louder than any words youâve said. The teasing in her tone sounds meaner now, playful cruelty lacing her words as she saunters closer to the bed. âHate me? Come on, thatâs harsh. I bet you were thinking about something fun in there.â
She tilts her head, and she drops her water bottle on the dresser and perches on the edge of the mattress, close enough that you can smell her, slight sweat and perfume from practice. âWhat was it? Let me guess. Some generic shit? Or wait, knowing you, probably one of those athlete vids. Kinda like me after a game?â
Each breath is filled with mortification as you peek through your fingers at her. Sheâs way too close, her knee brushing the blanket near your thigh, and you shift away instinctively, but it only draws her in more. You feel exposed, raw, the ache from earlier souring into something you want to ignore forever. You donât even think youâll want to masturbate at all for the next week anymore.
âStop,â you whisper, but it comes out weak, your face melting. You want to die right there, curl up and pretend this never happened.
Your mind reels, caught between fleeing and freezing, her touch on your shoulder like a spark that could ignite or burn everything down. But before you can muster a response, Caitlinâs eyes flick to the nightstand where the phone lies, the screen still glowing faintly with the paused video. She moves fast, basketball reflexes kicking in, as her hand darts out, snatching it up before you can even think to stop her.
Oh no
You lunge weakly, fingers brushing hers, but sheâs already pulling back, holding it just out of reach, her thumb hovering over the play button like a threat.
âCaitlin, stop!â you cry out, but sheâs already peeking.
Her eyebrows shoot up, a mix of shock and something more serious crossing her face. Caitlinâs lips part, then twist into a smirk thatâs laced with cruelness, her voice dropping low as she tilts the phone toward you like evidence in a trial.
âLesbian porn? Oh my god, seriously?â She lets out a short, mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing as she shakes her head. âThatâs what gets you going? Two girls grinding on each other like that? Itâs so...â she trails off. you want to die. She shakes her head again. Her words slice deep, the casual outing of your sexuality hanging in the air, implying itâs foreign. She waves the phone dismissively, it hits like a gut punch.
Humiliation surges, a tidal wave crashing over you, your face burning hotter than ever as tears well up uncontrollably. Her jab at it and whatever she insinuated echoes every buried doubt youâve ever had, twisting the knife in your vulnerability. You feel exposed, judged, your arousal from moments ago curdling into shame so profound it chokes you.
Sobs break free, hot tears streaming down your cheeks as you curl tighter into the blanket, body shaking with the weight of it all. You want to disappear, to rewind and hide forever. the room spins with embarrassment, her words replaying like a cruel loop in your head
Caitlinâs smirk vanishes the instant she sees the tears, her expression crumpling with real guilt, the phone slipping from her fingers to the bed as she leans in closer.
âOh shit, hey- no, wait, donât cry like that.â Her voice softens immediately, the meanness stripped away, replaced by a rush of remorse as she scoots nearer, her arms opening wide. âIâm so sorry, that was awful- I didnât mean it, okay? God, I was just shocked and being a total idiot. Come here, please.â
She pulls you into her embrace without waiting, wrapping you up tight against her chest, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other strokes your back in slow reassuring circles.
You tremble in her hold, tears soaking into her shirt, but she doesnât pull away. she coos gently, her lips brushing your forehead, saying your name. âShh, itâs okay, really. Youâre okay. I shouldnâtâve said that crap; it was stupid and wrong. Nothing about you is wrong, Iâm the one whoâs sorry.â Her fingers thread through your hair, brushing it down softly, tucking stray strands behind your ear with tender care.
âHey, look at me? No, just breathe. Iâve got you.â She pulls back to pat your face dry. âWeâre good, I promise. That doesnât change how I see you at all.â She rocks you slightly, her body a warm shield, the scent of her skin mingling with the salt of your tears, easing the storm inside you one gentle word at a time. The intimacy of her hug, her touch, it all turns the earlier sting into a fragile warmth
You cling to Caitlinâs shirt, your sobs quieting into shaky breaths as her warmth seeps into you, chasing away the sharp edges of embarrassment. Her hand keeps stroking your back, steady and soothing, while she murmurs more apologies into your hair. You two have never hugged before, itâs so sweet now, just the two of you wrapped in a bubble of regret and comfort, the earlier awkwardness fading like a bad dream
She shifts a little, pulling back just enough to look at you, her eyes soft with worry. A small, tentative smile tugs at her lips, like sheâs testing the waters. âYou know, I always figured you had a thing for girls,â she says lightly, her voice playful but gentle, no trace of the earlier bite. âI mean, the way you blush around some women, total giveaway. But hey, if Iâd known sooner, I couldâve been your wingwoman ages ago.â
You sniffle, wiping at your eyes, a weak laugh coming out despite the tears still clinging to your lashes. Itâs not funny, not really, but her tone makes it less heavy, like sheâs wrapping the hurt in something softer. She cups your cheek, thumb brushing away a stray tear, her touch warm against your skin
âSee? Thatâs better,â she whispers, her gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before flicking back up. Her body is still pressed close, thighs brushing yours on the bed. She leans in a fraction, her breath warm on your face. âI hate seeing you like this. Let me make it up to you, okay? Properly.â
Her lips hover near yours, hesitant but inviting, and before you can think, she closes the gap, kissing you softly. Itâs so tender at first, just a gentle press, her mouth warm and yielding against yours. You freeze, heartbeat thudding, surprise mixing with the lingering ache in your chest, but then you melt into it, your hands fisting in her shirt as she deepens the kiss, tongue slipping past your lips in a exploratory gentle sweep
Your guysâ first kiss.
She pulls back slightly, semi awkward but you both are smiling, her forehead resting against yours, her voice husky and sweet. âGod, Iâve wanted to do that for so long. Youâre killing me hereâ Her fingers trail down your arm, and she glances down at the rumpled blanket, the scary evidence of what she walked in on still fresh in the air, and her cheeks flush a bit.
âYou were... you know, touching yourself. Let me help you finish. I want to make you feel good, erase all that shit I said. Please?â
Heat floods your face yet again, embarrassment returning fresh, want stirring low in your belly. You shake your head, pulling away a little, tears welling up again as you mumble.
âNo, no, itâs okay. I... Iâm just gonna go to bed. Really, Caitlin, donât worry about it.â Your voice cracks, and you look away, utterly miserable, and still teary eyed, shoulders hunching as if you could fold into yourself and hide
Caitlinâs face falls, her eyes widening with that same guilt from before, but fiercer now. She canât stand it; you see it in the way her brows knit, the way she reaches for you again, not letting go. âHey, no way. Youâre not going to bed like this, all teary and sad. I wonât let you. Come on, look at me.â
She tilts your chin up gently with her fingers, forcing your gaze to hers. Her expression is pure softness, all that playfulness melting into earnest care. âI messed up big time, but Iâm not letting you suffer because of me. Youâre my roommate, my friend... more than that, maybe. Let me hold you tonight. Just hold you. Or... whatever you need. Just tell me to stop if you want.â She says softly.
You say nothing from the whiplash of it all, still processing.
She smiles gentle and pretty, then nudges your phone onto the nightstand with two fingers. âCâmon,â she coaxes more. âIf you need help relaxing, you couldâve just said so.â
She searches your eyes, her thumb tracing your jawline, and you feel the pull. before you can protest again, she kisses you once more, slower this time, lips parting yours with a sweetness that makes your heart stutter. Her hand slides to the nape of your neck, holding you steady as her tongue dances with yours, soft and definitely coaxing.
You whimper into her mouth, the sound muffled, and she smiles against your lips, pulling you closer until youâre half in her lap.
âThatâs it,â she breathes when she breaks away, her nose nuzzling yours. âSee? No more tears. Just us.â Her free hand finds your waist, fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt to trace lazy circles on your bare skin, innocently.
She peppers your cheek with light kisses, then your jaw, whispering, âYouâre so beautiful when youâre vulnerable like this. Makes me want to kiss every inch of you until you forget everything else. Stay with me?â
You nod, finally, the fight draining out of you as her arms wrap around tighter, rocking you gently. The kisses turn playful, her lips brushing your neck now, soft sucks that draw a gasp from you. âCait...linâ you murmur, half laughing through the last of your sniffles, and she grins, gorgeous eyes sparkling
âYeah? Say my name again. I like how it sounds when youâre all soft and needy.â She captures your mouth in another kiss, deeper, her body shifting to press you back against the pillows, all tenderness.
Caitlinâs gentle kisses trail from your lips down to your collarbone, her breath hot against your skin as she nuzzles closer, her body a solid, comforting weight atop yours. The pillows cradle your head, and you feel the last tremors of your earlier sobs fade under the steadiness of her genuine affection. Her hand, still under your shirt, inches higher, fingers splaying across your ribcage, thumb grazing the underside of your boob in a way that sends a shiver through you.
âYouâre doing so good, just relax into me,â she murmurs, her voice a soft rumble against your neck. She shifts her weight, one knee nudging between your thighs as she reaches for the edge of the blanket draped over your lower half. With gentle insistence, she peels it back, exposing the damp evidence of your interrupted pleasure, the way your thighs press together, slick and needy. Her eyes darken with want, yet her touch remains tender, no rush, just care.
âLet me take care of you,â she whispers, hooking her fingers into the waistband of your shorts. She tugs them down slowly, inch by inch, lifting your hips to help, until theyâre off and tossed aside. âDonât be shy sweetheart,â she sweetly adds when you look off to the side, obviously still slightly embarrassed.
Your panties follow, peeled away with the same care, leaving you bare from the waist down. Cool air kisses your heated skin, but Caitlinâs gaze warms you instantly, roaming over your exposed pussy with open admiration. âGod, look at you. So beautiful down here, all wet and ready for me. I could stare forever.â
You squirm under her stare, a flush creeping up your chest, but she doesnât let you hide. Instead, she leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh, then another higher up, her lips brushing the sensitive skin just shy of where you ache most. Her hands slide up your sides, pushing your shirt up and over your head as you help take it off, freeing your breasts to the open air. Your nipples harden immediately, and she wastes no time, cupping one in her palm, thumb circling the peak before she dips her head.
âTheseâre perfect,â she breathes, her mouth closing over your nipple, tongue flicking out to lap at it before she sucks gently, drawing it deep between her lips. The pull sends sparks straight to your clit, your back arching as a soft moan escapes you. She hums in approval, switching to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention and love, sucking harder now, her free hand kneading the first one, rolling the wet nipple between her fingers
âSo responsive,â she says between sucks, pulling back to admire the shine of her saliva on your skin. "Every little sound you make..â she chuckles. âitâs driving me crazy.â Her words ease any lingering doubt as she kisses a path down your sternum, over your stomach, lingering at your navel with a swirl of her tongue.
She settles between your legs then, hands spreading your thighs wide, her shoulders nestling against them to hold you open. Her eyes are on yours, full of that soft intensity, before she lowers her head. the first touch of her mouth is feather-light, a kiss to your outer lips, then her tongue tracing the seam of your pussy, tasting you slowly. you gasp, fingers twisting on her shirt at her shoulders, as she parts you with her tongue, lapping at your folds in long, strokes
âTastes so cute,â she murmurs against you, the vibration making you clench. She circles your clit with the flat of her tongue, then sucks it softly. her fingers join in, one slipping inside you, curling just right she pumps it steadily, adding a second, stretching you as her mouth works your clit, sucking, licking, teasing with flicks that have you bucking against her nose
âCaitlin...? oh god, goodness Iâm close,â you whimper, hips grinding up, but she doesnât stop, instead, she redoubles her efforts, tongue pressing firmer, fingers thrusting deeper. Just as the wave builds to breaking, she pulls back abruptly, her mouth leaving your clit, fingers stilling inside you.
You whine in frustration, body thrumming with unspent need, teetering right on the brink but denied. Huh? She looks up at you, lips glistening, a mischievous tender smile curving them. âNot yet, beautiful. I want to draw this out, make it even better for you. Trust me?â
Your heart trips over itself. âI doâ you exhale, Caitlinâs fingers slip out of you with a wet glide, leaving you clenching around nothing, your body a live wire of frustration and heat. She stands briefly to strip her own clothes off, then she crawls up your frame, her skin flushed and dewy, straddling one of your thighs as she positions herself. Her pussy hovers just above yours, slick folds brushing your inner thigh in a teasing drag that makes you both grit your teeth. She looks down at you
âkay, baby,â she breathes, voice rough around the edges, âMm. letâs try this. I want to feel you against me.â She shifts her hips, angling until her clit nudges yours directly, heavenly contact that rips a deep groan from her throat the second it happens. Her eyes flutter shut, head tipping back for a beat as her body shudders, that sound vibrating through her chest and into yours. Goddamn, she looks incredible like this, lips parted, brows furrowed in bliss, the curve of her neck out and open
She grabs your hips with both hands, fingers digging in just enough to anchor you, and yanks you up flush against her. Your pussies press together fully now, clits grinding in that perfect slide, wet and swollen. The only sounds filling the room are the slick, obscene noises of your bodies rubbing, schlick, schlick as she starts to rock, slow at first, so fucking slow she has your toes curling into the sheets
Her face hovers above yours, close enough that her breaths fan hot over your lips, mingling with your own pants. She leans in, kissing you deep and messy, tongues tangling as her hips circle. Then she pulls back to have her nose nudging yours in a sweet, way that cuts through the intensity, making your heart squeeze even as your clit throbs
âI canât believe weâre doing this,â she pants out, voice breaking on a whimper, her grinds faltering for a second as another wave hits her. To soften it, she nuzzles your cheek, lips brushing your jaw in tiny, reassuring pecks, like sheâs reminding you this is us, safe and wanted.
You match her movements, thighs flexing to push up into her, the pressure on your clit sparking fireworks. she groans again, louder this time, eyes squeezing tighter as she grinds harder, pulling your hips tighter against her own. the sweat on her skin trickles down between her breasts, and she looks so damn hot, wild but still so tender, her grip firm and careful not to hurt you, like sheâs holding onto more than just your body
The slick sounds get louder, faster, your combined wetness making every slide filthy. She kisses you again, nose bumping yours playfully mid thrust, her pants hot and ragged against your mouth. âFeels so good... you feel so good,â she murmurs, and right after, she trails her fingers up your side, tracing your ribs in light, tickling strokes that make you giggle-moan in her mouth as sheâs kissing you again, easing anything at all left in you
Her pace quickens, hips rolling in urgent circles, clits catching just right over and over, building that fire again. She pants your name between kisses, face buried in your neck now, groaning low as the friction pushes her closer too. Everythingâs heat and slip and her sweet, sweaty, slick is utterly consuming
You both cum quick, way too fast, Caitlin unable to last long at all, as she leans into your neck, still panting. Her eyes are closed, her grip on you still tight, thick thighs locked around yours possessively, and she kisses your collarbone with more gentle sprinkles, before finally moving up to press gentle kisses to both your eyelids, cupping your cheeks whispering sweet praise. Her lips are pillowy gentle, as she rolls off, a string of slick connecting you two down there briefly before breaking and falling against your soaked inner thighs.
She lies down beside you, arm slipping around your waist like it belongs there, like it always has. Her chin rests on the top of your head.
Your heart does a full somersault. âCaiââ
âGet some sleep,â she murmurs. âIâve got you.â
You are still really tired.
So you listen.
You turn in her grip, and face her, as she pulls you close again. You let your heavy eyes close, and you feel her heartbeat match yours.
And somehow, you know you two will never be the same after this.
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