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WICKED GAMES

paring: paige x black fem!reader synopsis: after being drafted number one pick, paige is under pressure to prove herself and save a failing relationship. then, she sees you. warning(s): fingering (r!receiving), spit play, cunnilingus (r!receiving) and (p!receiving), face riding, overstimulation, squirting word count: 4.4k

a/n: i started writing this after i watched sinners if you couldn’t tell

PART ONE | PART TWO

paige didn't touch you again for the rest of the ride. it felt like she was actually trying to drive you insane.

your thighs were still squeezed together when she pulled into a private garage that was tucked underneath a high-rise apartment. she rolled her window down to tap a key fob against a sensor, and smoothly driving through once the gate opened for her. she parked near the elevator and turned off the engine.

she seemed calm. patient.

like she didn't just have you on the brink of an orgasm with just two fingers.

your head was spinning as you thought back to just exactly how you ended up in this situation tonight. when you first found her looking at you like you were the only woman in the room, to her following you to the bar and undressing you with just her eyes alone. you blinked, watching as she got out and circled around to your door, opening it.

everything was quiet, surprisingly. just your heels echoing sharply against the pavement as you stepped out and followed behind the blonde to the elevator. it wasn't until you stepped inside that it hit you. it was the first time tonight that you guys were truly alone. no other people. no music. no crowd.

just you and her.

she leaned against the elevator wall on the opposite side as it ascended. your eyes dragged over her slowly, her lips, the chain that decorated her neck, her tight crop top that exposed her abs, her veiny hands that were clasped together in front of her.

you wondered how her lips would feel—pressed to yours, dragging down your neck, buried between your thighs. how that cold gold chain would feel pressed against your cheek, against your chest. how her abs would tense beneath your tongue. how three of her fingers would feel inside of you instead of two.

you looked back up to find her watching you.

she wasn't smiling. didn't have that stupid smirk on her face. it was like you were back in the club with her in the next section over, yet this time the tension was stronger.

you wanted her. badly.

you took a step towards her, and another. you didn't stop until you were inches away, close enough to wrap your arms around her neck.

she let out a breath. "once these doors open, ain't no going back."

"shut up and kiss me."

the elevator door dinged.

her hand gripped your jaw, much firmer this time, and pulled your mouth to hers like it was magnetic.

nothing was gentle.

your lips crashed against hers in a messy kiss. she pressed into you, hips flush, hands instantly dragging down your sides like she couldn’t figure out what part of you she wanted to grab first.

your head was spinning. you barely registered anything, only that she was already walking you backwards, still kissing you like she was starving. her grip stayed tight, one hand wrapped around your waist, the other grabbing a fistful of your ass as she walked you out of the elevator like she owned your body now.

you stumbled, nearly losing your balance on your heels, but her grip on you didn’t loosen.

“i got you,” she mumbled against your lips, her teeth dragging your bottom lip before biting down, hard enough to make you shiver.

you weren’t even sure where you were anymore— somewhere between the entrance and losing your mind— but your back hit a cold wall, your hands clinging around paige’s neck like she was the only thing keeping you upright.

all you could do was moan breathlessly against her lips. the same hot ache from the car crept back up in the pit of your stomach, but worse now. ten times as needy.

her tongue slipped past your lips, licking into you slowly. your hands dragged down the length of her arms until they found the collar of her jacket. you tugged impatiently, needing less between you.

without missing a beat, paige shrugged it off without breaking the kiss.

your palms landed flat on her stomach, pressing against smooth, firm skin, your fingers splaying over her abs. her body tensed beneath your touch.

you slightly pulled back, panting, lips swollen, a burn in your lungs from the lack of oxygen. a thin string of spit hung between your mouths, stretching then snapping as you licked your lips.

paige looked wrecked in the prettiest way.

her blue eyes low. lips wet. chest rising slow.

“i’ve been thinking about this since the bar,” she whispered against your lips, dragging her hand under the cup of your ass, squeezing hard. “how badly you wanted me to fuck you but still tried to play it cute.”

you let out a breath that caught halfway.

“i did n—"

“don’t lie to me,” she cut in, her hand cupping your pussy through your panties, palm pressing hard. “you’re still dripping, mama.”

she was right.

your knees buckled slightly, a quiet gasp escaping your throat before you could catch it.

you knew she could feel it. the shake in your thighs, the way your breath hitched, the way your hips rolled forward into her touch.

she leaned forward, her mouth brushing against the shell of your ear.

“you feel that shit?” she whispered, pressing her palm firmer against your center, her thumb sliding in slow, deliberate circles over the soaked fabric.

you whimpered in response. your hand clutched her bicep for balance, nails digging into her skin, your other hand balling into the fabric of her shirt. her tongue licked over your ear lobe, warm and soft.

“i could make you cum just like this,” she murmured, using her knee to spread your legs even further. “right here. up against this wall. panties still on. my fingers rubbing on this pretty pussy.”

your head tipped back against the wall with a soft thud, breath stuttering as her teeth grazed your earlobe, not hard enough for discomfort but enough to send another wave of pleasure between your legs.

you groaned, hand sliding up to her face to grip her jaw, thumb brushing the edge of her bottom lip. you pulled her back in front of you, eyes locked.

“paige, i need your mouth,” you pleaded as her thumb still rubbed dangerously slow.

her lips parted slightly, tongue swiping across the bottom one like she could still taste you from earlier.

“where?” she asked, like she wanted to hear you say it just to break you down with it.

you huffed, jaw clenched. “don’t be a fucking dick.”

paige bit back a grin, the corner of her mouth twitching, but she didn’t argue.

instead she slipped both hands under your dress, palms dragging up your thighs until her fingers hooked the thin string of your thong.

she tugged it down slowly, watching the fabric peel off your skin like a reward she earned. you didn’t breathe until she dropped to her knees in front of you.

“this what you want?” she murmured, staring up at you, eyes locked as your panties pooled at your ankles.

she helped you step out, even reached to slide your heels off your feet, tossing them to the side like it was nothing.

"i think you want this more than me." you said, voice still shaky, but clear.

she just stayed there— on her knees, her hands sliding up your bare calves, thumbs brushing along the backs of your thighs. her eyes never left yours.

"you might be right," paige said as her hand gripped your thigh and hiked your leg over her shoulder, fingers bunching the fabric of your dress high on your hips. her mouth was just inches away, her breath hot against your skin. "you want me to prove it?"

she didn’t wait for your answer— just pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh.

then another, closer to your cunt. soft and teasing, grazing her teeth against your skin.

your hands dove into her hair, fingers tangled in the bun at the back of her head as you tugged hard, trying to pull her mouth where it mattered.

“fuck me,” you gritted your teeth, “or on my life i’m leaving and slashing your tires on the way out.”

paige’s eyes flicked up, filled with half-amusement and half-lust.

“so dramatic,” she murmured, lips brushing your inner thigh again. “you coulda just said please.”

but she complied.

without another word, she gripped your ass with both hands, pulled your hips closer to her face, and devoured you. she used her tongue, dragging it through your folds deliberately slow, then flattened it against your clit.

"fuck!" you cried out, loudly.

your back arched against the wall, hands gripping her head, pulling her deeper. she groaned into your pussy, deep and guttural, sending vibrations through your core as her tongue circled your clit with filthy precision.

then she sucked.

your knees buckled. you nearly collapsed on her, leg shaking around her shoulder, hips jerking into her mouth like your body was acting on instinct alone. she held you still. moving one hand around your thigh, the other pressing against your stomach to keep you from running.

"you taste so good, baby," she rasped against your pussy.

you barely had time to breathe before her lips were back on you, latching onto your clit. the one hand that she had on your thigh traveled down between your legs. she used two fingers to spread apart your folds, running her tongue from your hole to your clitoral hood, lapping up all the juices you gushed out for her.

she slowed her pace just a bit, tracing every crevice with her tongue before returning back to your swollen clit. she alternated between flicking her tongue and licking over your bud, shaking her head slightly, making you dig your fingers even further into her hair, pushing her face deeper.

"oh my god, paige-" you gasped, the rest of your words getting caught in a high pitched moan.

maybe it was the overwhelming tension that had been building between you two all night, or the fact that she had been edging you for the past twenty minutes, but you swear nothing has ever felt this good.

you didn’t know how your legs were still holding you up. your knees were jelly. your thighs were twitching. your head kept falling back against the wall, unable to stay still.

you haven't even known her for half a day, yet she's fucking you like she's known you for years. her fingers curled inside you at a rhythmic pace, hitting your spot so precisely. over and over again.

your back arches off the wall, riding her face, hard and messy. your hand flew to your chest, tugging your dress down without a second thought. your breasts spilled free into the cool air, nipples already hard. you grabbed at one, squeezing, rolling your fingers over it until you moaned again, louder this time.

"don't stop," you were barely coherent. each word and moan that came from your mouth was closer and closer to sounding like a sob.

paige hummed again against your cunt. her lips created a tight suction around your puffy clit, using her tongue to flick erratically.

and just like that, your body jerks.

the pressure that had been coiled in your gut snapped, exploding out in waves that knocked the breath out of you. literally.

you couldn't think. couldn't breathe.

you felt like you were being held hostage to your own pleasure. you couldn't do anything but wildly buck your hips into her face as she continued lapping up everything you had her before it even had time to leak. your mouth was open— no sound, just gasps of air— cheeks hot and wet from the tears that slipped from your eyes.

finally feeling your arm again, you muster up as much energy as you could to push at her shoulder. paige pulled back breathlessly, lips and chin drenched in your juices. her hair was messy, most of her bun undone from the grip you had on it.

your legs were trembling, and paige— sensing that you were struggling— stood up to her feet to hold onto you. she caressed your face with her other hand, bringing you in for a quick kiss.

when she pulled back, she rested her forehead against yours. "you okay?"

you nodded, still dazed from your orgasm. your hand reached for her chain, looping a finger under it to pull her back in. your lips met hers again, hungrier this time. you sucked on her bottom lip, moaning softly into her mouth, then kissed your way down to her chin, licking your own slick from her skin like you were claiming it back.

paige moaned, gripping your sides tighter. "shit..."

"bed," you muttered against her jawline, breath hot against her skin. "now."

paige didn't hesitate. her hands grabbed onto the back of your thighs and lifted you up, your legs instantly wrapped around her waist, leaving messy open mouthed kisses at her neck as she maneuvered through her apartment. you bit down, sucking hard enough to bruise.

"you're killing me," paige said, her voice strained and needy.

"good," you whispered, rolling your hips against her bare stomach.

paige pushed open a door with her foot and crossed the threshold, tossing you onto her bed. you bounced once, dress hiked around your hips, tits fully out and glistening in the soft light from your body oil. you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching her with parted lips.

she reached forward, tugging at the hem of your dress until it reached your hips. you lifted yourself up, helping her completely pull it off of you.

she then grabbed the ends of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing a fitted black sports bra that hugged her just enough to make you throb all over again. she let it drop to the floor behind her, eyes still locked on yours as she started to crawl over the bed.

but you stopped her, foot planted against her abdomen.

she froze and arched an eyebrow at you, curious, breath catching just slightly.

you didn’t say anything right away, dragging your foot slowly down her torso, tracing every muscle, until your toes found the zipper of her shorts and rested there.

"these too."

paige's mouth curled into the faintest smirk, "yes, ma'am."

she pulled back to undo the zipper on her shorts slowly, hooking her thumbs into the waistband before dragging them down her legs. her boxers were black, snug against her thighs. she was lean, defined in all the right places. the rough kisses you left on her neck were already forming into hickeys. you felt your mouth water at the sight of her in front of you.

"i wanna taste you."

you rose up to sit on your knees, eyes never leaving hers. paige stayed standing, watching you with a heat in her gaze that made your pulse spike.

“i won’t stop you,” she murmured, her fingers slipped into your hair, gentle but possessive, dragging her nails lightly along your scalp as if guiding you without force.

your hands slid up the side of her thighs, letting your nails drag against her skin, before they curled around the waistband of her briefs.

you tugged them down slowly, watching the way her body responded. you could see her hips jerk forward, just once, small but noticeable.

they slipped halfway down her thighs with ease, revealing her slick, glistening cunt already dripping for you.

your hands gripped her thighs for stability as you got closer, lips inches away from her. "i should make your ass beg."

“yeah fucking right,” she fired back, letting out a shaky laugh.

"what?" you pulled back slightly, dragging your lips upward to lick up her thigh, along her pelvis bone. "you had so much to say about this mouth... now you don't want it?"

"i do want it."

you could see her patience thinning, but you didn't care. she was stubborn, but so were you. she didn't get to toy with you all night and not get a taste of her own medicine.

your thumb brushed over her clit just barely and she tensed again. you kissed back down her thighs. "beg."

for a second, she didn’t move.

her jaw clenched, eyes closing briefly. but you stayed there, still quietly placing kisses on her skin, waiting for her next move.

then she finally spoke.

“please, baby,” paige rasped, opening her eyes to meet yours. "i need your mouth— fuck, i need it.”

you let her feel your smile against her skin. within seconds, you leaned in, kissing her clit once. then again, longer, deeper, lips sucking around it with purpose. you felt her fingers tighten in your hair as she let her head fall back with a soft moan. you licked between her folds, tongue flattening to push deep and taste everything she had waiting for you.

“shit—" paige choked out, tugging you back suddenly, her breath shallow. "lay on your back. now.”

you moved quick, eyes hungry as you laid flat against her sheets, mouth still wet with the taste of her. paige climbed over you, the mattress dipping beneath her weight, and positioned herself above your face, her pussy just inches from your mouth.

“this okay?” she asked, voice quieter now.

you didn’t answer with words.

your tongue met her center again, licking up her slit before you sucked her clit into your mouth with a moan. paige groaned, deep from her throat. her thighs tensed beside your head, her fingers finding your hair again, tighter now.

“oh shit…”

she rolled her hips once, careful and experimental, then again, rougher, grinding down into your face like she needed it.

you held yourself still with your tongue flat out as she rode your face, watching her through your eyelashes. her eyes were closed, eyebrows slightly furrowed, with her lips parted. her moans were quieter, but raw and vulnerable. you clenched your own thighs together at the sight.

you flicked your tongue up at just the right angle, hitting her clit mid-grind, earning another praise from her.

"just like that."

you could feel her starting to shake above you, her wetness coating your chin, dripping down your jaw. she continued rhythmic strokes that got messier with every pass. you didn’t move even as your jaw began to ache. you kept your tongue out, let her use you as she pleased, hands resting on her thighs as she rode your mouth harder.

paige tugged at your hair tighter, making you moan against her. you pressed your tongue even further into her, feeling her hips stutter.

“oh—” she gasps, moments before she reaches her orgasm. a heavy groan escapes her and her entire body shudders, her thighs clenching tight around your head.

paige didn’t say a word for a moment.

just hovered there, breathless, trying to collect herself. it wasn't long before she removed herself off of you to sit in the empty space next to you, back rested against her headboard.

you sat up slowly. paige was watching you—head tilted back slightly, eyes hooded and dark.

“come here."

you crawled toward her, and as soon as you were within reach, her hands found your waist, dragging you forward until you were straddling her lap.

her eyes dropped, trailing down your chest, over your pierced navel, past the mess she’d made between your thighs, and back up like she was trying to memorize you all over again.

your tongue slid across your bottom lip, licking away the taste she left on your face.

she didn’t look away.

“wanna taste it?” you asked.

paige nodded slowly before you reached out, cupping her chin between your fingers. her lips parted easily for you.

you leaned forward, mouth hovering just above hers, letting a mix of your saliva and her juices fall into her mouth. it dripped slow, stretched, then broke against her tongue.

she chased after your lips hungrily, like she needed more of you. her hands found the curve of your ass and gripped firmly, thumbs digging into the flesh before she let one cheek go and landed a sharp slap that echoed through the room. you gasped, body jolting, but the sting only made you want her more.

"turn around," paige ordered, murmuring against your lips.

you hesitated, confused, but could feel the delicious anticipation curling in your stomach. still, you let her guide you, limbs pliant under her touch.

your back was now pressed flush to her front.

her arms wrapped around your thighs, yanking them up, spreading them wide until your wet cunt was fully exposed on display for both of you.

“look at that pussy,” paige whispered against your ear. “so fucking pretty.”

your head dropped back into the crook of her neck, lips parted, chest heaving. she kept one arm locked under your left thigh while her leg held your right leg in place, holding them up and apart so you wouldn't be able to close them. her other hand slid up your front, warm and delicate, until it found your breasts.

she cupped them softly at first, then squeezed. her thumbs brushed over your nipples, rolling them between her fingers until you whined from how sensitive you still were.

"paige..." you half-whined, half-pleaded, feeling yourself clench around air desperately.

her hand left your breast, holding two fingers up to your mouth. "suck."

and you did.

your lips wrapped around her fingers, warm and wet, tongue swirling around them as you kept her gaze.

paige’s eyes darkened, her breath hitched just slightly as you hollowed your cheeks, sucking her fingers deeper. when she finally pulled them free, they left your lips with a slick pop.

you didn’t even have time to blink. her hand was already between your thighs, and those same soaked fingers slipped into you to the hilt without warning.

your walls clenched around her immediately, a broken gasp ripping out of your throat.

at first, she moved slow, making your stomach tighten and your hips lift off the bed. she let you sit in it, let you feel every inch of her fingers dragging against your walls. until she shifted. her pace snapped faster, rougher, fucking into you without mercy.

your back arched hard, hands scrambled up her arms, gripping her flexed biceps so tight your nails dug into her skin. you let out a soft cry, voice cracking as her name fell from lips.

her hand slid off your thigh, moving up to your throat— wrapping around it, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch. "so wet for me. bet you’d let me keep you like this all night.”

"yes," you mewled softly, nodding your head repeatedly against her as your legs shook.

her thumb pressed against the side of your throat, feeling your pulse hammering against her skin.

“yeah?” she taunted, grinding her fingers deeper into you. “you’d let me fuck you stupid, baby? keep you creaming on my hand ‘til you can't take it?"

“i—” you gasped, a ragged moan ripping out of your mouth as she curled her fingers against your spot. “oh, fuck—”

your legs fell even wider, hips rolling down into her hand.

“…i can take it,” you panted, words slurring.

she kept fucking into you, her strokes rough, anything but gentle. you could feel her breath against your ear, speaking to you— but it was all gibberish to you. she kept her pace the same, grinding her palm against your clit with every thrust, making your vision blur and your whole body shake against her.

"yes, yes, yes," you cried, your nails dug into her arms, chasing the orgasm she was dragging out of you. half the words coming from your mouth didn't even make sense anymore.

“that’s it,” she muttered against your ear, breathing you in. she used one of the fingers that sprawled over your throat to turn your head back towards her, claiming your mouth with a messy kiss.

you whimpered into her mouth, fingers tangling in the back of her neck, yanking her impossibly closer like you needed her more than you needed to breathe.

maybe you did.

the heat in your gut was back, hotter, heavier, burning low and brutal.

you pulled back from her kiss, panting against her lips, your chest heaving against hers.

your teeth caught your bottom lip, biting down hard as another sharp pulse rolled through you, your toes curling tight into the sheets.

"oh my god— i'm cumming—" you somehow managed to cry out in between moans.

your body locked up, thighs snapping tight around her hand as fucked you through another orgasm. her hand slipped from your throat to yank your thighs back open, locking her arm underneath your leg.

"take it, baby," she said, against your lips, eyes locked on you.

you gasped sharply, head dropping forward. paige didn’t slow, her fingers fucked into you ruthlessly, letting you ruin her sheets, soaking them underneath your spasming body.

another orgasm tore through you, violent and raw. gushes of your arousal squirting through her fingers and dripped down your ass, soaking her wrist. you sobbed against her arm, whole body trembling uncontrollably from the sheer overstimulation.

“fuck,” paige groaned as she kept going. she retracted her fingers from inside of you, rubbing sharp, quick circles against your clit.

she coaxed you through it, forcing more from you, dragging every last drop out until you were whimpering broken sounds into her skin.

“mm, there you go,” she murmured, half praising, half growling, feeling you shudder beneath her. “so fuckin' perfect.”

your legs twitched helplessly as her movements eventually came to a halt. your body immediately slumped back against her chest, feeling boneless and utterly fucked out. your chest rose and fell in quick bursts, trying to catch your breath.

"breathe, mama."

paige shifted behind you carefully, easing you off her lap and onto the mattress, laying you down gently beside her. her hands lingering a second longer than necessary, like she didn't want the night to end.

"how you feelin'?" her fingers skimmed lazily over your stomach, light, barely there.

your chest rose and fell in sharp, shaky breaths, skin burning everywhere she touched you. paige leaned over, brushing curls from your forehead with the back of her knuckles.

"good," you whispered, voice hoarse. "i think..."

paige smirked, "you tapping out?"

"fuck, no," you let out a breathless laugh, "i'm just... recuperating."

"good," she leaned down, pressing a light kiss to your lips. "cause we still got all night."

wickeds games.. we can get wicked now since u wrote

now miss leila...

Mhmmm. Wicked games so good

thank youuuu 🤓

YOUR BACK!

I used to pray for times like this😛

WELL YESSSS

WICKED GAMES

paring: paige x black fem!reader synopsis: after being drafted number one pick, paige is under pressure to prove herself and save a failing relationship. then, she sees you. warning(s): cheating (sorta kinda), angst, fingering, edging word count: 5.1k

a/n: i absolutely hate ts im only posting cause i promised my oomfs that i would post this tonight 😭 it’s supposed to be inspired by wicked games by the weeknd but i feel like i started losing the plot… also lets pretend that paige isn’t a lightweight cause i know her ass would be gone off the shots she took in this LMAOOO

PART ONE | PART TWO

paige wasn't quite sure how she ended up downtown in dallas. one second she was staring up at the ceiling in her silent apartment, the next she was behind the wheel driving down the highway. the city lights illuminated the road, blurring past almost as if she was running from something. but maybe she was.

she should've been in the gym, putting up shots until her arms gave out, trying to excuse the mess of a game she had last night. or maybe she should've been at home, working through the silence with her girlfriend— if you could even still call her that. it used to be sweet late-night texts and dinner dates. now it was just unanswered texts and empty kisses.

paige wasn't oblivious. she knew she hasn't been the easiest to love during her transition from college basketball to the league. but being a rookie meant pressure she couldn't explain and expectations that she was dying to reach. she was either too focused or not focused enough. too distant or too clingy.

a text lit up on her car screen as she rolled to a slow stop at the red light.

lys: yooo. you still pulling up?

paige let out a quiet breath, one hand on the wheel, the other raking through her hair. she didn’t even know why she said yes to nalyssa inviting her out tonight. maybe because it was easier than explaining why she didn’t feel like being around anyone.

she turned down a narrow side street and spotted the club her teammate had mentioned. its neon sign was buzzing, half the letters flickering on and off like they couldn’t commit either.

p: yeah im bout to park

she hit send without thinking, backing into one of the last open spots in the lot. the engine cut off and everything got quiet. too quiet.

she sat there for a second, staring out the windshield, watching a group of girls laugh their way out of an uber, heels clicking against the concrete. smiling like they didn't have the weight of a record-breaking season or a deteriorating relationship on their shoulders.

then paige opened the door and stepped out.

she kept her head down and eyes on the cracked pavement. she kept it moving until she reached the bouncer who stood outside the door.

the bouncer nodded his head, signaling for her to go ahead inside. it wasn't too crowded inside, so she was able to spot nalyssa near the back, already with a drink in her hand.

“took you long enough,” nalyssa called over the music, reaching for her hand.

paige shrugged, letting herself be pulled in. she wasn’t here to catch up or make friends.

she needed a drink.

and if she was being honest with herself— she probably needed to get laid.

but she shoved the thought down as she trailed behind nalyssa, weaving through bodies until they reached the section tucked near the back. vip, of course, but not too flashy. just enough to feel separate from the ongoing chaos.

everyone in the section was already settled in laughing, posted up with half-empty glasses, even a joint being passed between a few people. as nalyssa introduced her to the table, paige offered a lazy nod and a half-assed smile but didn’t stop moving until she dropped into the open seat beside the low table.

nalysssa settled next to dijonai, getting back into a previous conversation, but paige tuned them out.

instead, she reached for the closest shot without even knowing what was in it and drank it.

tequila.

she welcomed the burn in her chest.

a second shot followed, much smoother this time. the edges around her thoughts began to blur by the time she took a third one. one of nalyssa's friends, who she had fallen into an easy conversation with since she arrived nudged her hand in her face, offering the half-finished blunt. paige declined with a shake of her head.

"you good?" nalyssa cuts in as dijonai orders more drinks for the table. "over there looking all mean n'shit."

paige cracked a smile, the liquor finally starting to settle in her system. her shoulders were eased and her jaw was unclenched for the first time tonight. she wasn't drunk, just tipsy enough to relax. "i'm chillin'."

nalyssa gave her a look, half amused, half knowing. "didn't you say things were fucked up with you and your girl? i was wondering why you ain't bring her."

she leaned back, her eyes scanning the room instead as she responded passively.

"yeah, i'm not dealing with her bullshit tonight."

and truth was, part of paige did want to work it out with cassidy.

deep, deep down, the part that still lived off of the memories of them cuddled up on the bed watching the white lotus and the late-night sex still kept her hoping for a change.

but the other part? it was tired. tired of the bending and explanations. tired of feeling like she had to choose between being great and being enough for someone else.

cassidy never understood. she said she did, but her actions spoke otherwise. every time paige missed a call, came home late, or chose the gym over a dinner date, it became another argument.

you've changed.

you never make time for me anymore.

but maybe cassidy was the one who changed. she loved the idea of paige but not the reality of what it took to be her.

paige blinked, suddenly aware of the drink in her hand again. nalyssa was rambling on about the tough patch she and dijonai went through, trying to offer some advice. paige nodded here and there, more so focused on her own surroundings than her friend's words.

someone was dancing on the table across the room. another girl was crying in the corner, visibly arguing with a man who was too drunk to care. and as nalyssa made another comment, paige couldn't help but completely drown it out as she laid eyes on another woman who was walking past the table.

paige couldn't see her face. she didn't need to.

she walked with confidence and a sight sway to her hips, immediately captivating the blonde.

she wore a black lace dress that left little to the imagination. it was thin and sheer, clinging to her body like it was made for it. underneath, paige could see the outline of her black thong through the see-through floral lace, every detail intentional.

she walked to the section beside them with her back still facing paige as excitedly hugging a few people who were already seated as if she hadn't seen them in years. her dress fit around her curves deliciously and paige caught herself staring a bit too long at the woman's ass as she bent over.

nalyssa couldn't help but notice the lack of attention from paige at this point and she caught on immediately, following paige's gaze until her own eyes landed on the woman.

nalyssa leaned in, nudging paige's arm. "damn, paige. you all in her shit."

paige rolled her eyes as she reached for her glass again, trying to shake it off.

"shut up." paige took a sip of her drink, swallowing it down hard.

paige always considered herself a loyal person, especially when it came to romantic relationships. she didn’t entertain attention she didn’t plan to return.

but then again…

were she and cassidy even in a relationship anymore?

the last time they spoke face to face, it ended in a slammed door and another argument that started over nothing. cassidy stormed off after mentioning staying with her friends for a while. and that was five days ago. neither of them had called. neither of them had tried.

so what did that say?

but all that blurred the second she laid eyes on her, the woman now sitting just a few feet away like temptation itself dressed in all black lace.

her head tilted back mid-laugh, hand resting effortlessly at her waist, the other flicking a cascade of curls over her shoulder. even from the side, she looked unreal.

that small gesture exposed the curve of her neck, a sharp jawline, and a tattoo that started at the base of her neck and disappeared beneath thin black straps. she could make out some writing and a few flowers with leaves, and lines trailing down into the fabric.

she shifted in her seat, jaw tightening, trying not to stare, but failing miserably. she was definitely the most beautiful woman she's ever seen.

“listen, man,” nalyssa said, setting her drink down and turning to face paige fully. “i’m not tryna be the villain here, but let’s stop pretending. from everything you’ve been tellin’ me these past few weeks… you and cassidy ain’t had nothing going on for a minute.”

paige didn’t say anything. just stared down at the melting ice in her glass.

nalyssa kept going, softer now. “this is exactly why i dragged your stubborn ass out tonight. you need to stop holding on to something that’s not holding you back. cassidy doesn’t get it, and to be honest? i’m not even sure she’s trying to.”

paige sighed through her nose, the weight of it all pressing against her ribs. part of her wanted to argue and defend the pieces of the relationship that still felt familiar. but the words never came.

because nalyssa was right and that realization sat heavy in her chest.

“i just…” paige started. “i don’t know how to let go without feeling guilty.”

“nah,” nalyssa said quickly. “you're staying in something that ain’t feeding you and you need to let that shit go. don't feel guilty for choosing yourself for once."

paige leaned back, her hand rubbing over her face as she took in nalyssa's words, internalizing them.

she peeked over again, searching for the now familiar head of curls. she was still there. talking with another woman who held a phone to her face.

then, finally, the woman glanced over. almost as if something in the air had shifted, like she felt the weight of paige watching her.

her eyes landed on paige instantly and she felt it in her chest. her face was stunning in a way paige couldn't even describe.

her eyes were dark, almond-shaped, framed by baby doll lashes that fluttered softly.

her curls spilled down the sides of her face perfectly like they knew exactly where to fall. it framed her like a portrait in a gallery. like something you weren’t supposed to touch, only admire. the lights hit her just right, casting a warm glow over her skin. rich. soft. paige wondered what that skin would feel like under her fingertips.

paige didn't want to look away, but the woman had broke eye contact first.

she watched as the woman leaned over, saying a few words to the person next to her before she stood up, making her way toward the bar.

paige dragged her fingers across the rim of her glass, still watching.

then she stood up, slowly.

nalyssa raised an eyebrow. “oh shit.”

“i’m just saying hi,” paige said, but the smirk pulling at her lips betrayed her.

nalyssa leaned back with a knowing grin. “uh huh. you better hi the hell outta her.”

paige didn’t look back as she stepped out of their section.

—

“yo,” zoe leaned in and nudged your arm, eyes glinting with curiosity. “that white girl been starin’ at you all night.”

you raised an eyebrow, unfazed but intrigued. “who?”

zoe gave a slight tilt of her head, chin pointed toward the section next to yours.

you turned, eyes scanning the group who were all laughing and drinking, tucked comfortably into their booth. then her eyes locked onto her.

a blonde woman, legs slightly spread, sipping slowly from a glass like she had nowhere to be. she was talking to the light brown-haired girl next to her, nodding along, but her focus wasn’t all the way there. you could tell.

you eyed the white cropped jacket hugging her frame, the black fitted shirt underneath that exposed her abs. her hair was slicked back into a clean, low bun. the studs in her ears caught the glow from the club lights every time she shifted.

you wouldn't deny the fact that she was attractive, or your exact type. but you didn't come here tonight to get laid, so you turned away and towards zoe with a dismissive shrug.

yet, zoe was still squinting her eyes at her. "she don't look familiar to you?"

you shook her head before taking a sip of your drink. "nah, not really. but it's dallas, everybody know everybody here."

zoe clapped her hands together and pointed to you in sudden realization. "dallas! she plays for the dallas wings. that's paige bueckers."

your expression didn't shift. "who?"

zoe rolled her eyes and reached for her phone, opening up instagram and typing in paige's name in the search. she practically shoved the phone in your face. “girl, what? she plays ball. in the league. she's a rookie but been hyped up since high school. she got mad game, i’ll give her that.”

tapping zoe’s screen, your eyes narrowing slightly at the profile pulled up in front of you. paige had it all: blue check, millions of followers, highlight reels, magazine features, the whole deal.

you blinked, a little caught off guard by the level of attention the girl commanded. you expected maybe a couple hundred thousand followers, not a whole fanbase.

"that woman is fine as fuck," zoe said, pulling her phone back down to her side and locking the screen. "if you don't get you some of that... i will."

you knew zoe was joking, but part of you was curious. curious enough to wonder what exactly it was that pulled a basketball star’s attention your way.

you took another slow sip of your drink, then glanced back toward paige, expecting her to still be deep in conversation with her friend.

but she wasn’t.

no thoughts.

just eyes.

locked directly on you.

you froze for half a second, not visibly, but enough to feel it.

zoe was right— paige was insanely gorgeous. her gaze felt like she wasn't just looking, but studying you.

you tried to play it cool, kept your posture relaxed, head slightly tilted like you weren't phased. but with every second paige kept that gaze locked, you felt something shift.

a slow heat settling low in your stomach, crawling up your spine.

you needed another fucking drink.

you turned away from paige's table, nudging zoe, who was deep in conversation with one of your friends, laughing like she didn’t have a care in the world.

“imma hit the bar. you want anything?”

zoe shook her head, barely missing a beat. “nah, i’m good.”

you slid out of your seat and excused yourself to the rest of the group before heading toward the bar. you didn’t bother looking back, but you felt paige looking at you still.

you walked a little slower than usual, with just enough sway in your hips to make it worth watching. if paige wanted a show, you were more than happy to give her one.

once you reached the bar, one of the bartenders gave you a quick nod, mouthing 'give me a sec' as he tended to a row of customers.

fine. you had time.

you slipped onto one of the empty stools, crossing your legs, letting your fingers trail along the edge of the bar. you took a slow breath, just settling into the wait.

then, you felt it.

a presence right next to you. you didn’t even have to look to know who occupied the space.

but you did anyway. and you didn't wait for her to speak first.

"you gon' keep staring at me all night or what?"

you turned your head, chin tilted up due to the height difference. there she stood with her mouth curved into an easy smile and one elbow resting on the edge of the bar. you noticed a chain that hung from her neck in the process.

she looked good. as hell.

but you wouldn't verbally admit that. you weren't going to stroke her ego.

“i’m just tryna figure out how to say hi without gettin’ curved.”

your head titled slightly, eyes skating across paige’s face, still deciding if she was worth the time.

“so this is you being shy?”

“nah,” paige said, shaking her head once. “this is me being respectful. you had a whole section, friends, vibe going on. i wasn’t tryna interrupt all that.”

"what changed?"

paige licked her lips, her eyes drifting for a second, just enough time to gather the words. then they locked back onto yours, more focused now.

“i did,” she said simply, offering no explanation.

you didn’t respond right away. just let the silence breathe as you thought to yourself.

you weren't naïve, you knew paige wanted you. had known from the second your eyes met. but what surprised you was how paige wanted you.

there was no flash. no ego. no embarrassing attempt to impress you. she didn’t lead with status or money or weak one liners. she came over with intention and left her pride at the door.

and that made you slightly more interested than you already were.

paige, sensing the silence stretching just a little too long, leaned forward slightly, her voice warm.

“i’m paige, by the way.”

she extended her hand steadily, no pressure behind it. you looked at it for a second, then took it, her fingers cool against your palm.

you introduced yourself, but before either of you could say anything else, the bartender stepped in.

“i apologize about the wait. you ladies need anything?”

you turned slightly, letting your hand fall from paige's loose grip before reaching for your purse. “yeah, i’ll take a paloma.”

your fingers were halfway to your wallet when paige quietly pulled a card from the back of her phone case and handed it over without hesitation.

“i got it,” she said, eyes still on you. her gaze drifted, lingering on the swell of your chest. the way your top exposed just enough to tempt.

she let her eyes trace every curve like she was memorizing it. and when her eyes finally came back up to yours, there was no apology in them.

you swallowed hard, muttering out a 'thank you'.

being this close to paige was fucking with your head. you hadn’t even planned on leaving with anyone tonight, but the way paige looked at you had you feeling something you had been neglected of for a long time.

not just lust, but craved. wanted. seen.

you liked it.

but then reality creeped in. you thought back to your conversation with zoe: paige bueckers, money, wealth, headlines, women.

you had her fair share of one night stands in the past, but never with a celebrity, a basketball star at that.

and that was the problem.

you didn’t want to be a quick fuck in some sweaty club bathroom that got sent off with a quick nod and a 'take care', or worse, plastered on some messy instagram page that lived off exposing celebrity's private shit.

if you were gonna give paige your time— your body, it had to mean something.

paige leaned in slightly, her voice low and teasing. "and don't think i didn't notice that shit you pulled when you walked over here either."

you didn't flinch, but shifted your body toward paige, your knees brushing. the contact sent a spark up your spine.

your lips curled into a knowing smile.

“well... it worked, didn’t it?”

she let a beat of silence pass between the two of you, her eyes never shying away from yours.

"how long you wanna play this game?"

“depends,” you said with a shrug.

“i’m not tryna be just some quick fuck to you,” you said bluntly. “i'm not like these other groupies in dallas, and i’m definitely not easy.”

paige nodded, slow and sure. "good. i don't want easy."

"what? got bored of fucking every girl who threw themselves at you since you got to dallas?" you retorted.

paige didn't say anything, only chuckling in response. she

the bartender placed your drink on the bar with a clink, but it barely registered. your focus stayed locked on paige, who took a step closer. close enough for her body to brush yours, close enough for her scent to trickle into your throat.

her hand moved up without warning, thumb and index finger catching your chin, tilting your head up. not rough, but firm.

your body tensed on instinct, not in fear, but from how fast the atmosphere shifted around you.

“you think i came over here just to fuck you and dip?” she asked. “if that was all i wanted, i’d be long gone by now.”

your breath caught, chest rising slower. everything around you— the people laughing and conversing, the bass thumping through the floor— blurred into noise.

your voice came quieter than intended. “so you’re saying you don’t wanna fuck me?”

paige’s jaw flexed at that. she let out a slow breath, something close to a laugh, but nothing was humorous.

"oh, i definitely want to," paige confessed. her fingers moved just barely. the edge of her thumb brushed along your jaw like she was trying to memorize it. "you've been driving me fucking insane since i saw you and you know that shit."

you did.

and you definitely lied to her earlier. you were easy as fuck... at least when it came to her.

your thighs squeezed together under the bar in a weak attempt to calm the pressure building between them. it was borderline unbearable and you wondered if she could tell. if she knew how deep she had you already with one simple touch.

but before you could speak, she continued on.

"i just don't want to fuck you here. you're worth way more than some back of the club quickie." she said, her eyes flickering down to your plump lips. "besides, if im gonna fuck you, i need you stretched out somewhere clean and comfortable. preferably my bed."

the thought of paige having you stretched out made your mouth go dry. paige didn't move or touch you anywhere else, but it felt like she had you pinned. you absolutely hated it. you couldn't let her get you so easily.

"so what? you think 'cause you got money n'shit that i wanna fuck you too?" you said, gently pushing her hand away from your face.

"you talk a lot of shit, you know?" paige's lips curved into a smirk. "especially for someone who's been clenching their thighs every five seconds."

"oh, please," you scoffed, hating the fact that she was absolutely right. "fuck you."

you turned your body towards the bar and grabbed your drink, taking a much needed sip.

"tell me to leave and i will." paige said, her voice still sending shivers down your spine. "but don't sit here and act like you don't want me, ma."

you stared at the glass in front of you like it had answers. the buzz from the alcohol did nothing to help the burning desire for the woman next to you. you didn't want to give her the satisfaction, but you also didn't want her to leave either.

you turned, "if i didn't want you, you would know. trust."

paige paused. her mouth parted like she had something to say, but nothing came out.

instead, she bit her bottom lip like she needed to keep it together or else she'd end up dragging you out the club right then and there.

“finish your drink,” she said firmly. it looked like she was holding herself together by a thread.

you looked at her for a second, before obliging. you calmly took your glass and knocked it back with one clean sip, setting it back down without breaking eye contact.

"you drive here?" paige asked, pulling her keys from her pocket.

you shook your head.

"good. let's go." she didn't wait for a reply, just turned and started walking like she knew you'd follow.

and you did.

you glanced over to your friend's table to find zoe already looking at you with a knowing smirk. she made a humping gesture and you were quick to flip her off before catching up to the blonde woman in front of you.

it was about midnight now and the air was chillier than it was when you arrived. but you welcomed it, it relieved your flushed skin.

paige finally looked back once you were both out of the building, her eyes looking you over under the glowing neon club sign.

"you good?"

it was like she was asking if you were still in. wondering if you were going to start second guessing.

but you made up your mind.

"yeah," you said. "you?"

she nodded, biting her bottom lip before she started walking. "i'm parked around the corner."

it wasn't long before you two made it to her car. she led you to her passenger side, opening the door for you, and watched as you stepped in.

she then got in herself from the drivers side and started the car, driving off.

the ride was quiet. not in an awkward way, but dangerously quiet. the radio was a whisper and somehow during the first two minutes of the ride, paige's right hand had made its way to your thigh. you wanted to squirm. you knew she was doing it on purpose too.

but you tried to play it off anyway. your eyes stayed glued to the road, trying to distract yourself by reading random billboard signs that passed by. but your body betrayed you. again.

you leaned towards the window, quickly pressed the button down, and let the fresh cool air wash over your hot skin. but it wasn't enough to settle you.

paige glanced over, "you okay?"

"mhm," you hummed, shutting your eyes as your head rested against the door. "it's just really hot."

you could hear paige pause briefly before chuckling. "it's 65 degrees in here."

you didn't respond, just silently prayed for the ride to end before her hand slipped any further between your legs. but of course, paige, sensing your overwhelming discomfort, slipped her hand even further.

her movements were slow, tempting, almost as if she was waiting on you to stop her. but the slit in your dress and your slightly parted thighs gave her access to swipe her finger against your clothed clit.

“paige,” you warned, cracking your eyes open.

she wasn’t looking at you. her eyes locked on the road with her bottom lip caught between her teeth like she was holding back a laugh or a moan, you couldn’t tell which.

“hm?” she murmured lazily. her middle finger dragged along the edge of your thong, toying with the fabric like she had all the time in the world. “no more shit to say?”

and then she pushed it aside.

you were undeniably wet it was nearly humiliating. you had been since the moment she sized you up at the bar like she already had you bent over in her mind. but with the cold air kissing your exposed pussy, there was no more hiding it.

yet still, still, she refused to touch your clit. instead, she rested them on the inside of your thigh calmly. you couldn't help but notice she was driving slow as fuck too— at least ten under, like she wanted you to suffer.

you clenched your fists in frustration. "i'm not the only one who's running their mouth. you say you want me, but you haven't done shit to me all night."

she let out a short laugh, finally glancing over to you for a brief second. "yeah?"

her next move was sudden. before you could even process anything, you felt her slide her fingers inside of you, smooth and deep. your breath hitched as your thighs instantly widened to make more space for her.

a hand instantly flew to the passenger side door with a smack, blindly searching for anything solid to grip onto as she slowly curled her finger against your g-spot.

a sharp, helpless moan left your lips.

"say something else," paige said, her voice laced with grit.

you tried. you really did.

the beginning of a 'fuck you' was on the tip of your tongue, but the words died in your throat the second her middle finger circled your clit with precision, the pressure just right. you choked back a moan.

"drippin' all over my seat and i barely even touched you tonight," she murmured, almost mockingly, like she was pitying you. "look at you, ma."

you caught a glimpse of yourself in the blind spot mirror. the wind picked up, making your curls wildly stick to your face as your chest rose and fell in deep pulls. your lips were parted, legs trembling,

she kept her rhythm painfully slow. each time she pressed her knuckles deep inside you, she pulled back too soon, leaving you clenching around nothing but air. you were soaked. your arousal dripped down your thighs and coated her fingers.

"shhh... you hear that?" paige lowly, almost like she was holding back a moan. she dragged her fingers out slowly, making your pussy squelch shamefully.

you only nodded against the headrest. the feeling of an orgasm brewed deep in your gut as your hips moved on their own, chasing after the high she was refusing you.

"paige..." you gasped, voice cracking as your dragged out the last syllable.

then her palm brushed against your clit and you cried out, sharp and needy.

your hand shot down, fingers wrapping tight around her wrist, forcing her palm back onto your throbbing clit.

and she let you.

"you wanna cum for me, baby?"

you nodded your head, eyes fluttering shut. your legs were trembling against her leather seats as she slightly picked up her speed, curling her long fingers up into you

"shit, paige," your moan was desperate and breathless. "just like that." 

your orgasm was right there, sitting heavy in your stomach, just a few seconds away.

until paige suddenly retracted her hand. completely.

your body jerked at the sudden loss, your orgasm snatched right from under you. you snapped open your eyes to catch paige licking the thick coat of slick that was on her fingers like it was left over candy residue.

you groaned in disbelief, reaching over to smack her arm. "are you fucking serious?" 

she finished sucking the last of it off before plastering a lazy smile on her face. "deadass."

you stared at her, breath still ragged and your pussy still exposed, clenching around nothing yet again. you closed your legs together, cringing at the discomfort.

paige rolled to a complete stop at a red light before turning over to you, meeting your eyes. her hand found your thigh again, giving it a soft squeeze.

"don't worry, baby. we're almost there."

rereading😓

celibacy / paige bueckers x fem!reader PART OF THE $$$4U COLLECTION ‘ it’s been four months and two weeks and 36 hours and eight minutes since you been pleased ’

summary after finding out you ended your sexual arrangement with paige for work purposes, she takes it upon herself to show you how much she’s been missing you and how badly she’s been needing you. warnings paige is a hornball that can’t comprehend why you’d want to obtain from having sex, sexual content, packing, strap-on sex, strap-sucking, spitting, literal cum eating like… p is a freak. from lena i felt like bringing back some old pairings so this is p x that reporter i wrote about a minute ago ( in my main masterlist titled easy access ) this is nasty, i’m ovulating so there’s that.

Paige had been accustomed to the life that came with being a star athlete: wake up, practice, treatment, class, nap, lift, and if all of that was completed, the occasional media interview.

Today was one of those days.

Her practice jersey is damp against her body, the navy blue compression shirt underneath clinging to her arms as she answers question after question. Tournament seeding, last year, the draft next month. All of it is the same, just enough for her to know exactly what to say and when to say it.

She stands patiently, arms crossed over her chest as she waits for the next question. And then it comes.

“Paige, is there any advice you’ve given your teammates— specifically Sarah and Jana— about how to handle the tournament now that they’re in it?”

Paige freezes.

It’s your voice, she’s known it well enough to be able to point it out in a crowd full of all other reporters. A voice she’s heard so many times that it became burnt into her brain— every tone, every shift.

You dig your way through to the front, and when Paige sees you— like really sees you for the first time in months— it’s the first time all day that her demeanor shifted. She’s always loved your work attire and how you prided yourself in looking your best. But today you’ve dressed down and she still thinks you look perfect. Low rise washed denim, New Balance sneakers on your feet, and a white shirt with some writing on the left shoulder that she can’t quite make out.

“I’m sorry, can you ask that again? I zoned out for a minute.” Paige clears her throat. The other reporters laugh but you stay focused, it your first media availability with Paige. You knew better than to crack, especially now. So you repeat the question, poised as ever and honestly Paige is a little shocked. She thought if anything you’d be just as off your game as she was. But you weren’t.

She stutters, and it’s so small that you almost miss it, but she answers anyways. “Just to embrace the moment. Pressure is a privilege, and they came here to preform on the biggest stage—” Her eyes bore into your own, blue like large pools of cerulean. The same eyes that once made you give up everything, toss away your morals, and submit to her. “— and we all got total confidence in them. Hopefully that translates to them having total confidence in themselves.”

You nod, thinking about how generic her answer was and how your boss would probably have something to say back at the office. It seemed like she always did, but that’s what came with being an intern, you’ve learned.

Media availability ends, and you are very glad that Paige was the last to be interviewed because you can’t wait to get away from her fucking gaze. You cut the recording on your phone, shoving it in the back pocket of your jeans, followed by sticking your notepad and pen in your purse.

You follow suit with everyone else, turning towards the practice facility’s exit doors to head back to the office. Until your stopped, a hand to your lower back that send a rush to your core.

You’re reminded of the first time. The way you danced against her at Ted’s her hand on your back, bending you over as you twerked her jeans, the feeling of the zipper against your ass. How she took you home, made your legs shake and your toes curl, just to become even more vulnerable with you in bed hours later. You learned a lot about Paige that night.

You learned even more about yourself.

That no matter what, as long as she was around you’d never be able to resist her.

It’s exactly why you turn towards face her right now, you hands cautiously gripping your purse and the other raking through your hair.

“Look who finally came to see me.” Paige’s nails rake along your skin, dangerously drawing you closer and closer to her.

You feel your knees getting weak already. She smells surprisingly good considering she just got out of practice, she looks even better. But you can’t. “Stop.” You groan, reaching back to brush her hand off.

“I’m just checkin’ on you, you good? It’s been a while.” Paige says, her voice sultry and a bit cheeky. She’s priding herself on the fact that she still has you like this.

“Paige, we’re not doing this here. I’m at work.” It reminds you of what you said the last time you had her. MSG in New York, another day you were supposed to be focused on work that ended up with Paige’s hand in your pants.

She nods, pretending to understand but the look on her face lets you know she’s thinking about anything but. “Okay, then come over later.”

The blonde had a way of making you go speechless every time you saw her, but right now you were literally at a loss for words. You made it clear when you cut her off— Paige was a distraction— so for her to stand here, so hellbent on getting you alone, in a way she once had you, was ridiculous.

You scoff, looking around at the now filing out hallway. You drag her off, fingers digging into the bicep that’s so fucking big you nearly are taken aback by it. “I’m not having sex with you, P. It’s done, you know that.”

“You’re tellin’ me whoever else you’re sleeping with makes it feel as good as me? Y’know that’s bullshit, ma.” She goes on, and you take a step back for your own sanity. A response bats around in your brain, you shouldn’t tell her the truth, she would get too confident. Too cocky. You didn’t need that.

It came out anyway, like word vomit. “I’m fucking celibate, Paige, there isn’t anyone else.” You grit through your teeth.

Paige’s eyes nearly glow and her mouth curls up into his God awful smirk that you’d want to slap off if she wasn’t so damn sexy. “You? You’re playin’.”

“I’m not. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to finish.” You mutter, walking across the hallway to the elevators plans sweating as you do what you know best. Work.

Your night ends with a much needed bath, soaking in the hot tub to soothe yourself of all the stress piled up throughout the day.

And the tension that only Paige Bueckers could give you.

She was good, you had to give her that. And what made it worse was that it was effortless. Paige didn’t have to say too much, or even touch you. All she needed was one moment, one instance where your demeanor shifts and your strength cracks and all of a sudden you’re her’s again.

You couldn’t shake your mind of her even if you tried.

And it made your core fucking throb.

When you finally do exit the bath— legs a bit sore from the attention you had given yourself between your legs— you cater to yourself. Legs smooth, and body smelling of sweet vanilla cashmere. You throw on some cute pajamas, matching silk with a top that fits you loosely. The plan is to get in bed, until you hear a knock at the door.

You trail to the door, manicured feet padding against the hardwood.

And then you open it.

And there she is.

At first, it’s like your mind is playing tricks on you. Because it’s been forever, and no one in their right mind would show up to their old fuck buddy’s apartment at this hour. Paige seems to be the exception.

She wears these dark grey Essentials sweatpants, slightly dirty and scuffed on the hems. They sag just enough for you to see a small edge of her Nike Pro’s when she lifts her arm over her head and her fingers run through her hair. Her hoodie matches, and that makes your knees buckle. The dark fabric makes her skin and hair look even brighter.

“Why are you here?” You sigh before she even gets a chance to speak. Being mean about it seems to be the only way you can think of to get her out. It’s for your own sanity anyway. You’ve never been able to rid her off for as long as you and Paige have known each other.

Obviously, you don’t know Paige.

Because she finds that so fucking attractive.

Paige bites her lip, trailing her eyes to your shoulder where the strap of your shirt has fallen. “I’m still on this celibacy thing. Like, are you sure? And why the hell would you want to do that?”

You have to laugh, because it’s hysterical that your vow to stay away from sex had UConn’s star player unable to think straight.

“Paige, I—”

“Seriously, we’re not having sex anymore because of what? Did I do something wrong? Am not doin’ it right, you gotta tell me.” Paige is babbling, and it makes you so embarrassed that you tug her inside the apartment before your neighbors can hear about it.

It’s unfathomable to you. “I didn’t think it was that hard for you to find someone else to sleep with, Paige.”

“It’s not! But you cut me off, and the first time I see you again you’re talkin’ bout some celibate. So, naturally I’m curious.” Paige attempts to explain, hands moving freely in the air as she talks and you stare at them the entire time. Her knuckles slightly red from the cold, veins adorning the back of her hand, and her long ass fingers. It was a taunt. As soon as you made it clear that you weren’t going, here she was. Testing you.

You take a step back, as if the distance would give you a clear head. “You’re a distraction.”

“What?”

“A distraction.” You speak up. “I can’t do my job with you texting me and telling me all the ways you want me in bed. I literally couldn’t focus.” You explain, and now that it’s said out loud you feel ridiculous.

Paige Bueckers was so good at fucking you, that it made it hard for you to do your job.

The blonde lets out a sigh of relief, dropping her arms down on your counter and leaning against it.

“You happy now?” You respond, sighing loudly.

“Ma—”

“No.” You cut her off quick. This is exactly how it went last time. And this time you had half a mind to know better.

“Let me get you there, baby. No distractions this time, I swear.” She murmurs, voice low and almost strained— hours of practice for the tournament to blame. “No way you don’t want it, ma, just please.”

Paige is walking towards you now, hands reaching for your hips and you let her. You actually don’t even think about moving. You can smell her cologne, warm and woodsy, sticking to the fabric of her clothes. Her hands trail off you to the hem of her hoodie, pulling it up and over her head.

Your eyes trail to the ground it falls on almost immediately, because Paige’s choice of a thin tank top and no bra leaves very little to your imagination.

“What do you want, ma?”

A whimper flies from your lips as her hand grips your chin, fixing you to look at her. Your hand grips her shirt for leverage, clinging to what’s left of your morals.

That’s when she knows she has you exactly where she wants you.

“Hmm? What do you want?” Paige repeats, dragging your hand down her abdomen until it rests at her sweatpants. And you feel it. Her sweats were baggy enough to conceal it, but as soon as you feel the length in your palm it’s clear that Paige was thinking about you the same way you were thinking about her in the bath. “You want it? ‘Cause y’know I’m always ready to give it to you.”

“I want it.” You whine, snaking a hand up to her neck, tugging her close to you.

Her breath fans your lips, a smile gracing her face that doesn’t even try to hide. “Yeah? Break this li’l streak you got goin on?” Her hand tugs your shirt strap lower down your arm, and the second it’s reached the furthest it could go you’re slotting your lips with hers.

She tastes like everything you’ve remembered her to be, minty but still sweet. Her lips are soft, vaseline smeared on them and transferring to your chin. You continue palming the strap through her sweats, and Paige groans like it’s an extension of herself.

“Want you.” You moan.

“I know. I got it, baby. I gotchu.”

Paige’s strap sits on your tongue as you greet it with tiny kitten licks. You should’ve known that Paige would’ve made your work for it after leaving her to dry for months. Which truly wasn’t your intention. Paige was attractive, women wanted her, and you expected her to get it elsewhere.

Obviously not.

Her back is flush to your couch, shirt hiked up to give you a view of her hardened nipples and perfect fucking abs. You grip the base, spit trailing down the length that you take into your mouth.

“Mhmm, put that fuckin’ mouth to work, baby. Lookin’ so sexy f’me.” She hums, pushing your still slightly damp hair out of your face.

You plant your hands to her thighs, taking the strap deeper just to prove that you can. A part of you thinks you enjoy showing out for Paige like this again, doing what she wanted when she wanted.

Her eyes flutter shut like she can feel your mouth, the warmth of your tongue running on the underside of her cock— and if she closes her eyes hard enough, she probably could. But the vibration is good enough.

“Four months. Four and a half fuckin’ months.” Paige says to herself between breaths.

You pull back to breathe, saliva connecting your lip to the tip. You’re completely mesmerized by her, you vulnerable she looks even when you’re the one on your knees with her cock in your mouth. You spit on it again, sucking it back into your mouth before taking the strap in again. You’re sure that Paige’s eyes roll into her head.

“You’re fuckin’ crazy.” She grunts, hips moving forward further towards you. “Gonna paint your face, I swear.”

Paige’s words send a throb to your cunt. You can almost picture it— her groans and slack jaw as she comes. You draw your hand between your legs, rubbing your clit that’s still covered by your pj’s. The stimulation makes you whine.

“That shit turns you on, ma? Just know you’re so fuckin’ wet.” Paige hums to herself. She decides to reach for your hair, tugging you up and off of her strap until you’re hovering over her.

Saliva dangles from your lip, and in her obvious lust, Paige sticks her tongue out. You’re left speechless. Paige was a freak, you knew that much, but she’s chasing after your fucking spit like she’s thirsty for it. Like she was dying in the desert and you were the only one to solve her thirst.

She almost slurps it up, the noise so vulgar that you moan in her face. Paige chases after your mouth, locking lips with you in a deep kiss. Your hips grind against the strap, paying no mind to the mess it’s going to create on your shorts.

“Need it inside me, P.” You plead.

“Celibate my fucking ass.” She groans against you, using her strength to push you to the other end of the couch. Her hands dig into your hips, clawing at your shorts so hard that you’re sure she’s going to rip them off of you.

You’ve never seen Paige like this, this needy, this horny. She dragged your mouth onto her cock with a fervor that was animalistic. Then now, her teeth nipping at your own lips so hard she might draw blood.

It’s hot.

It makes you upset that you held out on her for this long.

Paige’s hands slip to your shoulders, pushing the other strap down your arm and putting your tits on display for her. She breaks the kiss, lips trailing down your jaw, neck, and chest before finally reaching your nipple.

“Paige!” You moan, head thrown back in ecstasy as she pulls your shorts off next.

“No crotchless this time?” She jokes, making you think back to the last time she fucked you stupid. It gets her off, watching how desperate you are for her to make you come.

“I need you to fuck me,” You whine desperately, hand fisting a handful of Paige’s perfect blonde hair. “Please,” you beg. Your hips grind against the unbelievably long strap, almost as if they had a mind of their own.

“I like it when you beg.”

“I know.” You tug your black panties to the side. Paige smirks at how soaked you are, the way your slick drips through your folds. “Want your cock, P. Please.”

With your help in spreading your legs Paige is tapping the tip against you. The wetness of your pussy filling her ears like the sound of music. Your mouth falls agape at the sudden pressure. and she takes the opportunity to fill your mouth with her own spit. A fat glob falling on your tongue and you swallow it almost immediately.

“Tell me you want it again.”

You sob, body aching in need. “I want it, I want it, Paige.”

Without hesitation, the athlete thrusts forward, burying all eight inches balls deep inside you. It’s so foreign, months of being away from her to blame. A collective gasp escapes both of your mouths. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head while her mouth formed the perfect ‘O’. Paige eyes you like a piece of meat before connecting your lips again in a heated frenzy. Your back arched into Paige’s as she gripped your hips and began roughly pounding into your cunt.

“You hear her? Just screamin’ for this dick, baby.” Paige hums, her words sending a rush of more arousal out of you. A mixture of pleasure and ecstasy spread across your features as Paige established a fast and relentless pace. “You’re so fuckin’ easy.”

“Baby—”

She breaks the kiss. “Imma distraction, but you can’t get off without me. Can’t make this pussy cum the way I do.” The couch practically groans in protest, its durability tested as Paige’s grunts reverberated against your lips. The room filled with the intoxicating sound of your bodies colliding, skin slapping together in a sensual symphony that echoed off the walls.

You watch Paige tuck her shirt in her mouth, giving her a perfect view of not only where she digs you out, but your tits that bounce in her face.

She’s fucking the shit out of you. And that alone is enough to draw her close to that climax.

“Y-you— Paige, baby. You’re fuckin’ deep, fuckkkk!” Your eyes were tightly shut, face contorted in pure bliss as you cling to the blonde with every fiber of your being. Your legs wrapped around Paige’s thighs, ensuring that she couldn’t escape your embrace. “F-fuck! P!” You cry out.

“Fuck you stupid, yeah? Put yo’ ass to sleep. Make it feel so fucking good, huh?” She roughly pushed the fabric of your shirt over your head. The fabric slipped away, leaving you fully exposed. “Cover me in it, cum on me, ma.”

You want her closer, deeper, anything. So you wrap your arms around her neck, tugging the blonde so close that your forehead touches hers. She keeps thrusting, seemingly noticing that you needed more.

“I know you’re close.” You murmur, trying your hardest to keep your eyes focused on her. “Paige, oh my Goddddd—”

“Y—shit.” Paige’s legs tremble, and you notice the slight falter in her rhythm. “Fuck, you first.” She lets out a groan, followed by a chase of your lips. It’s soft, way softer than how she fucks you.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming— I’m gonna cum, baby.” You babble over and over, your resolve fleeting your body as your orgasm creeps up on you. Paige lets out a high pitched gasp, her face flushed with overwhelming pleasure.

She tried to hold back, to maintain her composure, but failed miserably. A moan of pure bliss escaped her lips as she thrusts once more, practically balls deep into you as she comes. You let out a moan yourself as you feel the warmth taking over your body.

Paige doesn’t pull out, only pulling back enough to swipe her fingers over the ring of come that you’ve left behind. She brings her fingertips to her mouth, riding them out your taste.

“You left me out to fucking dry for four damn months?” Paige asks, her breathing labored from the exertion. She brings her hand down to your cunt, clit completely swollen. Almost desperate. “Left me without this shit for too long, ma.” She mumbles around her hand yet again.

She’s cleaning you up with her fingers, every bit of your release finding her tongue in almost desperate sweeps. You whine at the sensitivity, but let her.

Because it’s Paige, and you can’t fucking resist.

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TWO AM

paring: toxic!paige x oc fem!reader synopsis: paige gets a late night visit warning(s): porn with plot, angst if you squint, strap usage, just toxic asf tbh word count: 5.8k (got carried away okay)

a/n: luvnoirs ten month writing comeback wooo🤓 this is ib my one edit of paige to the song 2 am by che ecru thanks to ky🤞 also this is barely proofread sawry in advance

p: u up?

what you had with paige couldn’t quite be defined as a friendship—or a relationship. it existed somewhere in the gray, an undefined tension between casual and complicated. but now, after three weeks of seeing your new found boyfriend, cameron, things with paige had come to a halt. before cameron, it was never anything serious with her—just sex. yet when you told paige how things were getting more serious with him, you couldn’t ignore the subtle shift in her behavior.

for one, she started texting you more.

p: you just gon leave me on seen?

nia: stop texting my phone, paige.

her reply was almost immediate.

p: you still replying tho...?

“who are you texting?”

you looked up to see cameron groggily rubbing his eyes, his gaze shifting from you to your phone.

you forgot he was sleeping over tonight.

you forced a calm smile, lying effortlessly. “just azzi. she can’t sleep, so now she’s bothering me.”

he mumbled something incoherent before pulling you closer, slipping back into a deep sleep. you sighed against his chest, silently cursing the situation you’d created for yourself.

cameron wasn’t oblivious to your history with paige. being part of uconn's men’s basketball team, he had front-row seats to the dynamics of your shared social circles. you'd even go as far to say that the two were acquaintances. but the two of you had promised there was no one else in the picture weeks ago, so from his perspective, there was no reason to question that promise at the moment.

still, here you were—responding to the blonde you should have blocked weeks ago. your were definitely strapmatized.

as if on cue, your phone screen lit up with another text from paige.

p: he with you?

nia: yeah, why?

the typing bubbles appeared briefly, then disappeared. for a moment, you thought she might finally give up and leave you alone. but another part of you—the part you didn’t want to acknowledge—yearned to see her again, even if it was just through another message.

tonight was her first night back in storrs. she’d been on the road for away games for about a week now and distance only made everything feel messier. even if it wasn’t about sex, you knew you needed to see her—if only to finally have that conversation about what the hell was going on between the two of you.

you turned off your phone and eased yourself off cameron's chest, resting your head on the pillow instead. his snores grew louder, grating against your patience. just as your eyelids started to fall minutes later, your phone dinged again.

you opened paige's latest message and nearly dropped your phone in shock.

p: come over.

[one attachment]

attached was a picture. you tapped to enlarge it, your pulse quickening as the image filled the screen. paige was sprawled out on her bed, her lights dimmed just enough to set the mood. the photo framed her bare lower abdomen, her toned stomach accentuated by the faint lines of muscle. below that, her boxers sat low on her hips, her right hand resting on the waistband, her thumb teasingly toying with it.

your breath hitched.

she was playing you, and it was working a little too well. your thighs pressed together beneath the sheets as you felt that awfully familiar pressure between your legs. the screen started to dim from inactivity as your widened eyes remained glued to the image. you didn't even need to see her face in the picture to know she had that dumb ass smirk on her face.

and then, a sharp squeeze around your waist reminded you of reality. cameron's arm tightened, pulling you closer in his sleep, grounding you in the present.

quickly, you shut off your phone and threw your head back with a quiet groan, the weight of your decisions pressing on your chest.

paige was relentless and competitive to her core. she was the type who wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted— on and off the court. but this wasn’t about winning, not really. deep down, you knew she was right.

the truth was, you wanted her just as much as she wanted you. maybe more. but admitting that?

no. you couldn’t.

not with cameron lying next to you at least. his presence was a reminder of the stability paige could never offer you. with her busy schedule, she wasn’t ready for a real relationship. you also knew that, in some twisted way, cameron was the stand in for the spot in your life you’d quietly reserved for her.

you turned your head, looking at cameron's peaceful, oblivious face. guilt twisted in your stomach as you carefully slid his arm off you, trying not to disturb him. when his breathing remained steady, you slipped out of bed and into your slippers.

as you passed by the mirror on your way to your closet, you caught sight of yourself: a pink pajama set, loose and comfortable, paired with your bonnet still securely wrapped around your head. you snorted softly at the sight.

you slipped your bonnet off and let your hair fall down your shoulders, too lazy enough to do anything to it besides run your fingers through the loose curls. sliding on your jacket, you pulled your phone back out and typed a quick message to paige.

nia: i'm coming to talk. nothing else paige.

a lie.

p: okay lmaooo

p: i'm on whatever you on ni

nia: and i hope you know im not getting cute for your ass...

her reply came almost immediately.

p: good cause you about to look a mess regardless so it doesn't matter tbh😭😭

seen at 2:03 am.

the walk to paige's dormitory was short. thankfully, you were lucky enough to share the same residential hall as the uconn women's basketball team. by the time you made it to her door, you were already typing away at your phone, letting her know that you've arrived. it wasn't long until you heard footsteps approaching behind the decorated white door before it finally opened to reveal paige just as she was seen in the picture.

her hair was pulled back into a low bun, her usual earring studs noticeably absent. her signature cross necklace hung delicately around her neck, peeking out from the collar of her plain white shirt. she looked annoyingly effortless, as usual.

she studied you for a bit before letting out a quiet laugh once she eyed your fluffy bunny eared slippers.

"don't even start." you muttered, pushing her aside to step in. you knew she shared a dorm with a few of her other teammates so you made your way into her room quickly.

paige followed closely behind you, the soft click of the door shutting and locking breaking the silence.

“you're eager,” she teased lightly, leaning against the doorframe with a casual confidence that made your chest tighten. her hands rested behind her back, and her sharp eyes trailed over you, drinking in every inch. but beneath the teasing tone, she could sense it—the hesitation, the worry clouding your expression.

“relax,” she said, her voice softer now. “everyone's out. jana's hosting a movie night, and i dipped early. no one’s coming back anytime soon.”

a bit of the tension in your shoulders eased at her words, but the frown on your face remained. you couldn’t shake the feeling creeping up your spine. you knew exactly how this night was going to end, and regret was already starting to simmer under the surface, even with paige standing there looking as effortlessly good as she did.

“i shouldn’t even be here,” you muttered, more to yourself than her.

“but you are,” paige shot back with a nonchalant shrug, her lips curling into that trademark smug smile that always managed to get under your skin. “what's wrong? that little boyfriend not doing it for you?”

her tone was sharp enough to cut, her words steeped in both humor and something else—something heavier, more pointed. it made your stomach twist uncomfortably, a mix of irritation and that unexplainable magnetic pull she always had over you.

you sank down onto the edge of her bed, the familiar feel of her purple sheets beneath your fingers grounding you for a moment. she was so... calm about this and it was pissing you off.

“don't talk about my boyfriend,” you snapped, your tone firmer than you intended.

you weren’t heartless. cameron was good to you—kind, thoughtful. and yes, you did like him… but only in a way that felt easy, and far too temporary. the truth, though, was that no amount of warmth from him could compete with the fire paige set in you. and deep down, you knew you hadn’t stayed in bed with cameron tonight because with paige, it was just… different.

as cliche as it sounds, the way she looked at you made you feel seen, like the only girl in the world. being here, on her bed, surrounded by her scent—it should make you feel disgusted with yourself. It should make you feel guilty. but instead, you felt like you belonged here, like you could finally breathe. the weight that pressed down on you when you were with cameron had vanished the moment you stepped into this room.

paige let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head as her eyes remained locked on yours. she pushed off the doorframe, taking her time as she started to reduce the distance between you. her presence was commanding, forcing you to tilt your head up to meet her gaze as she stopped in front of you.

“its a little too late to start acting like the perfect girlfriend, ni,” she murmured, her voice low and steady, but there was an edge to it that sent shivers down your spine. “i didn’t force you to be here. you made that choice all on your own.”

her words hit harder than you wanted to admit, the truth in them cutting through the fog in your mind. you looked away, almost cringing at the weight of it all.

“as if you know shit about being a girlfriend,” you fired back, your voice sharp but not quite as steady as you’d hoped.

“who says i don’t?” paige shot back instantly, matching your energy.

for a second, you almost laughed. paige bueckers in a serious relationship? it sounded absurd. but as you stared at her, waiting for the punchline, her face remained serious, her gaze unwavering. if you squinted hard enough you could even sense some vulnerability behind her eyes.

“p, when have you ever been in a real relationship?” you asked.

paige tensed for a second. “what do you think this is, ni? a game? you think i'm playing with you?”

the way you stayed silent only confirmed your answer.

her voice dropped, and her eyes softened in a way that made your chest tighten. “i haven't." paige said simply as she took a seat next to you. she leaned back against her arms and starred at the ceiling. "i never wanted anyone until we started seeing each other."

you tensed, instinctively turning your head to avoid her gaze. but paige wasn't one to let you slip away so easily. her hand reached out, firm yet gentle, tilting your chin so you had no choice but to meet her eyes.

"I'm serious, ni," she said, her voice soft but unwavering.

and you believed her. paige was always honest, painfully so at times. but it was one of the things you'd always loved about her– how she never sugarcoated her feelings, no matter how raw or inconvenient they were.

she licked her lips before continuing. "i know it sounds bad, but seeing you with him... it made me realize how fucking bad i want you. i wan't to be the one driving you to class, picking you up from work, paying for your expensive ass lululemon and shit..."

a laugh escaped you before you could stop it, your head fall against her chest as your body shook with amusement. "i actually can't stand you."

paige smiled, holding back her own laugh. "for real though. i haven't felt this way about anyone... ever, to be honest. you drive me insane, nia, and i'm not tryna' be just some side piece for you. i want everything– the good, the bad, and the ugly."

'the ugly.'

your laughter faded, and your chest tightened at her words. your heart betrayed you, skipping a beat, and suddenly, the room felt far too small.

your mind wandered, unbidden, to the boy still tangled in your sheets two floors down.

cameron didn't deserve this. he didn't deserve you leaving him in the middle of the night or the way paige could pull you back in with just a few words. but before the guilt could fully settle, paige cut through your thoughts like a blade.

"don't think about him."

you pulled back, scooting away from her defensively. "he's still my friend at the end of the day. i don't want to hurt him."

"and i don't wanna lose you."

the weight of her words hung heavy between you two. you've never seen paige be so vulnerable and real with you and it felt... nice. safe.

you thought back to when you first met her, introduced by azzi as her newest friend from communications class. even then, there was something about paige that drew you in. each greeting that turned into long conversations. the flirty comments that eventually led to sneaky, dirty kisses. every touch, every stroke, every earth shattering orgasm. that connection had only grown stronger over time, weaving itself into the fabric of your life.

but it scared you. it scared you how deep it went, how much power she had over you— and how much you had over her in return.

"don't pretend this doesn't mean something to you." paige lifted her hand up to your face again, rubbing her soft thumb against your cheek. for the first time tonight, the burden of your guilt didn't feel as heavy. you let her pull you in closer, close enough to feel her breath on your lips, to see the exact shade of blue in her eyes. "lemme prove it to you."

one thing bout paige bueckers is that she can prove a point.

you weren't even sure how your lips met so quickly. one second ago you were on the bed with your head in her hand, and the next she's pulling you onto her lap, her lips moving softly but eagerly against yours.

you hummed against her, wrapping your arms around her shoulders to pull her closer, falling back into your old routine. her hands were possessive, gripping the fat on your hips as she moved you ever so slightly against her clothed thigh.

a needy whimper escaped your lips, and you pulled back to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling rapidly. but paige wasn't done. her lips moved lower, trailing hot, wet kisses down the curve of your jaw and to your neck.

"paige..."

"shh."

without hesitation, she laid you comfortably on your back and situated herself between the instant spread of your legs. her lips found yours again and she slightly bit on your lower lip, grinding her hips down against the thin material between your thighs.

any second thoughts instantly flew out the damn window.

desperately, you deepen the kiss and let your tongue slip through her mouth. your legs wrapped around her waist to pull in her more and your hands found their way underneath her white shirt, her abs flexing against your fingers on each stroke. you swore you could have came right then and there from that alone.

you felt yourself getting lost in her with each passing second. it was like she knew exactly how to unravel you, how to break you down piece by piece until you were entirely hers. every touch, every kiss, every slow grind of her hips against yours sent a new wave of heat coursing through your body.

"fuck, p." you whine breathlessly against her now swollen pink lips. at this point you didn't even know what you were asking for. for more? to stop? you didn't know. you couldn't think straight right now. "i need you..."

paige pulled back, her breaths heavy and uneven, but she had that unmistakable grin on her face—the same cocky, confident grin she had in post game conferences wherever she won a game.

"hm? what happened to all that shit 'bout cameron?"

you groaned her name in annoyance and impatience. if anything, her words would have pissed you off if you weren't so desperate for her lips on you again.

but paige took the hint. her right hand began to skillfully undo each button on your pajama shirt as she dipped her head back down to place a kiss on your lips, then on the corner before leaving a trail down to your navel. after the last button she slowly pulled back your shirt to reveal your bare chest.

she placed a few sloppy kisses on your breast bone before slowly trailing her tongue to your erect nipple.

you moan, your hand immediately found its place in paige's hair, nearly undoing her bun from your tight grip on her roots.

she used her free hand to wrap around your other breast, squeezing it whole before using her index finger and thumb to stimulate your nipple. your hips pressed into her harder, trying to relive the increasing ache that pooled between your thighs. she was touching you everywhere else but where you needed her the most. you were going to lose your mind if paige didn't do anything about it soon.

it's almost as if she read your mind. the blonde stilled your hips, pausing her movements to lift her head. "y'think imma rush this after i had to wait a month just to see you?"

paige's eyes were dark, heavy-lidded with lust, but her blue irises still shone through. her white shirt was disheveled, barely clinging to her frame thanks to your impatient hands, and you could feel the hard ridges of her exposed abs pressing against your throbbing core.

to make matters worse-or better, depending on how you saw it—her silver cross necklace dangled against your chest, cool against your heated skin, a taunting contrast to the fire burning between you.

frustration bubbled up, raw and unfiltered. you let your head fall back onto the pillow, a pout gracing your lips as a desperate whine escaped. every inch of her was driving you insane, and yet, she was holding back.

if paige could see herself the way you did right now, patience wouldn't even cross her mind.

but you could see it, that flicker of hesitation in her gaze, the tiny seed of doubt buried in the back of her mind. she was worried. worried you'd leave. worried you'd go back to him.

gripping her face gently, you forced her to look at you, your tone soft but firm. "i want you, paige. only you. not him."

the moment those words left your lips, something shifted in her. you'd both always known the truth, but saying it out loud felt like tearing down a wall neither of you realized you'd built. paige swallowed hard, her jaw tightening for a moment before she exhaled, the tension melting away.

she shook her head and let it rest on your shoulder, a soft chuckle escaping her lips.

"what's so funny?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, your body thrumming with anticipation.

paige left a kiss on your shoulder before slowly sliding down your body. her hands found their way between your thighs and spread them wider to make room for her and you nearly cried tears of joy at the long awaited contact. "i'm about to fuckin' ruin you that's what."

paige's fingers moved with practiced ease, sliding beneath the waistband of your shorts to tug them down your legs in one smooth motion, taking your panties with them. she tossed the fabric aside, her breath hitching as her eyes roamed over you. for a moment, she was silent, but the low groan that escaped her lips told you everything you needed to know.

"ni..." her voice was rough, laced with disbelief and something darker— frustration, jealousy, maybe even anger. her jaw clenched as her eyes flicked back up to yours, blazing with intensity. "i can't believe you let him see you like this."

a pang of guilt shot through you, but it was quickly overtaken by need. you whimpered, shifting your hips closer to her face, desperate for her touch. "m'sorry... just– please touch me."

you barely registered her murmured response, her voice low and dripping with possessiveness, because the moment her lips latched onto your swollen clit, everything else ceased to exist. god, you could actually cry right now.

she started painfully slow. her tongue hot and flat against your slick folds and she flicked it back and forth rhythmically. her eyes were still glued on to you as you rolled your head to the side with a heavy moan escaping your lips.

"oh, fuuuuck!"

there wasn't a pause or stutter in paige's movements. if anything you could feel her gradually starting to pick up her speed and you desperately reached to death grip the sheets beneath you to gain back a sense of reality.

paige pulled back quickly, her mouth already glistening from your juices. she grabbed both your hands and placed them on your thighs, folding them towards you until the backs touched your chest. "hold em open for me, ma."

you barely had time to comprehend before her mouth was back on you, drawing out a long cry from your mouth.

you felt so exposed, but you knew paige wanted you exactly like this—completely and utterly raw. the sounds coming from your mouth only encouraged her more. she had her tongue latched back onto your clit and applied pressure as she sucked. one hand laid flat against your stomach and pressed down slightly while the two fingers of her other hand pushed inside you, stretching you so deliciously slow that you almost forgot how to breathe.

"so fuckin' beautiful." paige mumbles against you. the vibration from her voice sending literal chills up your spine and you arch your back off the bed. "doin' so good for me."

the wet, obscene sounds of her fingers inside you echoed throughout the room, your arousal dripping down onto the sheets with each precise curl and scissor of her hand.

"fuck, paige. i can't-" your voice cracked, the words barely coherent as your head fell back against the pillow. every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire, overwhelmed by the relentless heat building low in your belly.

"yes, you can," she murmured, her voice rough but steady, grounding you as much as it unraveled you. she never faltered, her fingers maintaining their perfect rhythm, coaxing you closer and closer to the edge. "come on, baby."

she pulled back just enough to catch her breath, her fingers still deep inside you, stroking that spot that made your vision blur. in one swift motion, she gathered her spit, mixed in with your slick and leaned forward letting it fall directly onto your clit. the deliberate drag of her thumb against the sensitive bud made you cry out. "shit... look at this pretty pussy. all for me, hm?"

you nodded frantically, feeling yourself start to become undone around her squelching fingers. your eyes locked onto hers, dark and heavy. "m' gonna cum. ohhhh— don't stop."

"there you go... let it go, pretty." paige kept the same quick pace of her fingers but replaced her thumb with her mouth, kissing your clit as if it were your mouth and moaning in content. her moans reverberated against your clit, sending shockwaves through your already trembling body.

your suddenly body tensed up as you felt a warm heat of pleasure wash over your entire body. your thighs quivered uncontrollably and your back arched off the bed but paige's strong grip kept you steady. your eyes were squeezed shut so tight that you swore you probably saw god himself, paige's name falling from your lips over and over again in broken, breathless chants as she fucked you through your orgasm.

she didn't stop—not until she'd wrung every last tremor from you. her fingers slowed their pace gradually, her lips placing soft kisses against your oversensitive clit as you rode out your high. finally, she eased her fingers from inside you, leaving you breathless and utterly wrecked.

a soft hum of satisfaction left her lips as she brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean with deliberate slowness, her darkened gaze never leaving yours.

god, you hated her.

you haven't came like fast in weeks. you didn't even want to tell her that cameron had never made you cum either. she'd have a fucking field day.

you laid there– curls falling messily on paige's pillow– completely spent, one arm limp at your side while the other laid across your forehead. your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath while thighs still trembled slightly, and the only thing keeping them spread apart was her hand resting possessively on your knee.

"you good?"

you let out a shaky breath. "yeah."

"good." paige smiled and patted your inner thigh before pushing herself off the bed and finally taking off her shirt to reveal a black nike sports bra.

you were sure you couldn't like her anymore than you already did but, shit, were you wrong. you knew she'd been in gym more frequently especially since her injury two seasons ago, but you never seen the outcome of all her hard work until now. she was so stunning.

she continued to undress herself in front of you, her gaze never leaving yours. it wasn't long before she reached for bedside drawer and pulled out the familiar toy that she loved using on you.

you knew it wasn't true, but you couldn't help but make a joke. "you been using that on other bitches?"

paige adjusted the harness on her so that it sat comfortably, thankfully sensing the humor behind your words and letting out a laugh. "don't fucking play with me."

you reached out, your fingers curling against her wrist as you her down to meet her lips with a kiss. you could feel the weight of the strap resting against your thigh and you moaned against her lips.

"now you're eager for real." paige chuckled softly, pulling back a bit to get a good look at your face.

"i missed you."

something softened behind paige's eyes at your words but they were still dark and possessive. "yeah?"

"mmhm." you hummed against her jaw, leaving soft kisses along the sharp line of it. your hand slid between your bodies, fingers curling around the strap as you guided the tip to your slick folds, teasing yourself as much as you were teasing her. paige's eyes dropped immediately, her breath hitching at the sight.

"shit, nia... you're killing me." her voice was low and strained, a sound caught somewhere between a moan and a growl.

you tilted your head back, pushing the tip inside with a shaky sigh, your legs instinctively wrapping around her hips to pull her closer.

"fuck me." you whispered, your voice full of need, practically begging.

paige didn't need to be told twice. with no hesitation, she rolled her hips forward, pushing herself deeper into you. you gasped at the stretch, your nails instinctively digging into her arms as your body adjusted. her gaze stayed locked on you, watching every flicker of pleasure that crossed your face— the way your head tilted to the side, lips parted, curls falling over your cheeks like a halo.

she pushed in all the way, her hips meeting the backs of your trembling thighs and paused there for a moment, letting you catch your breath.

"look at me, baby." paige murmured, brushing her lips against yours. "lemme see you."

and as her hips began to move in slow but sharp strokes, your head turned and fell against the soft pillow. your eyes struggling to stay open as you felt her stretch you open so deliberately.

paige didn't need your verbal confirmation, though. the way your thighs instinctively widened to take her deeper, the way your lips parted with soft cries of pleasure, and the way your fingers clutched at her back spoke louder than words ever could. every movement, every reaction from you was proof enough.

but just as you felt yourself settling into the rhythm, paige shifted. in one swift motion, she had you straddling her lap, her hands firm on your waist as she guided you into the new position. the sudden change sent her deeper, and you groaned, your head falling forward as your hair cascaded around her face like a veil. the slick sound of your arousal filled the room as your hips settled over her, her strap drenched from your pleasure.

you gripped her shoulders tightly, your nails digging into her skin, trying to ground yourself against the overwhelming sensations. she gripped your hips, her fingers pressing into the flesh with possessive intent.

"show me how good he wasn't making you feel." she challenged. her voice was low and deep with a hint of command that made your stomach twist in the best way.

your only response was a desperate moan as you mustered the strength to lift your hips, sliding up just enough before sinking back down onto her. the stretch was delicious, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through your entire body. you repeated the motion, grinding against her with a newfound determination, chasing a high that you knew only she could provide.

"there you go, just like that." she rasped, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear as she spoke, sending a chill down your spine. her hands roamed over your backside all the way down to your ass before giving it a quick smack.

"ah, fuck!" you only rode her harder, whimpering in the crook of her neck. the room felt like it was spinning as euphoria washed over you. everything was hot– the air, her skin, her breath as she continued talking in your ear– you didn't know how long you were going to last but you knew it wouldn't be long.

paige could feel your climax creeping closer with every stuttered breath and trembling movement. your hips moved frantically against her, desperate for release, but the rhythm had turned messy, your body teetering on the edge. without hesitation, paige's hands slid beneath you, gripping the curve of your ass and effortlessly lifting you as her hips snapped forward to meet yours. her thrusts were sharp, precise, and perfectly angled to hit that spot over and over again.

"paige!" you cried, your voice high and broken as the intensity overwhelmed you.

she didn't slow down. not even as your second orgasm tore through you, harder and more intense than the first. the way you called her name, the way your body clung to her, only fueled her further.

somehow, you found yourself on your knees, your body pliant and exhausted yet still eager to take whatever paige gave you.

She moved you as she pleased, flipping you onto your stomach before pulling your hips upward. your head fell limply onto the pillow, your curls sticking to your damp forehead as you tried to catch your breath.

giving you no time to even think, her hands gripped your waist, arching your back further as she slid into you from behind.

it was like something ignited in her—a competitive streak, fierce and relentless, as if she were on the court in overtime with everything on the line. her pace quickened, each thrust deliberate and unyielding, her grip on you tight enough to leave marks.

"so, you were just letting him hit it like this?" paige's voice was teasing, laced with smug disbelief as her fingers dug into the soft flesh of your ass, pulling you back to meet her every thrust.

you tried to respond, but all that left your lips was a garbled moan, your body jolting with every snap of her hips. she chuckled lowly, confidence practically oozing out of her as she leaned forward, her chest brushing against your back while her teeth grazed your ear.

"that's what i thought."

you looked a fucking mess— exactly how she knew you'd look— your curls disheveled and slightly tangled, tears slipping down your face, your skin hot and sweaty. her thrusts were faster in contrast to how she first started, sending you down a spiral of pure bliss that felt otherworldly.

you weren't even sure your limbs worked anymore. every single nerve in your body was solely focused and working overtime between your legs. yet instinctively, you reached back and pushed back at her hips as you moved forward, away from her movements.

but paige was quick to grab a handful of your curls and pull you upwards, your back meeting her front. she wrapped her other arm around your stomach, trapping you against her.

"where you going, hm?"

"c-can't..." you could barely speak, only mumbling incoherent, one-word sentences.

paige wasn't letting up. the soft moans falling from her lips right next to your ear only made your walls clench tighter around her, and you felt a flicker of pride knowing you had the same effect on her that she did on you. she groaned, her voice rough and needy as her hand slid up to your jaw, gripping it firmly and turning your head to meet hers. her lips found yours in a messy, desperate kiss, all teeth and tongue, while her other hand moved south.

her thumb brushed over your clit, rubbing quick, relentless circles, and you practically sobbed against her mouth. your body was beyond control now, every muscle tightening as that familiar pressure built in your core, spiraling rapidly out of control. paige's grip on you tightened, keeping you upright even as your legs buckled beneath you.

and then it hit for the third time.

your release crashed through you like a tidal wave, leaving you gasping and shaking as a gush of your climax spilled onto both of your thighs and the already soaked sheets. paige let out a guttural groan, her teeth sinking lightly into your shoulder as her own climax followed right behind yours. her hips slowed, fucking you right through your high.

"damn..." paige finally breathed as she stilled inside you, her chest heaving against your back. she didn't let go of you yet, keeping you steady in her arms as your body trembled uncontrollably.

for a moment, the only sound in the room was both of your ragged breaths. paige's lips brushed against the back of your neck, planting lazy kisses there as her arms stayed wrapped around you.

she let you down gently, letting you finally catch your breath. her hands found your hips, mindlessly smoothing the skin she was previously gripping.

"you okay?"

you could only groan in response, your head buried into the pillow as you avoided her smug gaze. but the small smile forming on your lips gave you away and paige laughed softly.

your writing is incrediblee btw and i wanted to ask your thoughts on brother’s best friend paige 🤭

tyyy here u go <3

brother's best friend!paige x fem!reader

warning(s): underage drinking a/n: i'll probably make a part 2

you've known paige through your brother for about a few years now but she never thought much about you until she started coming around more often

your brother had invited her to your 20th birthday dinner and once paige arrived, catching a glimpse of you in a black corset dress that fit snug against your figure, it was a wrap for her

that entire night she couldn't keep her eyes off of you and every thought of you being her best friend's sister flew straight out the window

she would start convincing your brother to bring you along with him to her games which she never used to do before

you were only two years younger than her, but that didn't stop her from feeling a pinch of resentment every time she over heard about one of your situationships

your conversations used to always be short and simple but now she would find ways to elongate the conversation and bring up new topics just to talk to you more

then it would turn into playful flirting (she's a natural flirt so you never thought anything of it)

she never made any obvious moves until one drunken night where she invited you to ted's with the rest of the team. it was just you there while your brother stayed home, so you naturally gravitated towards her since she was the person you knew the most. but with a few drinks in both of your systems, lines were blurred

paige ended up kissing you that night and ever since then, you've been secretly hooking up behind your brother's back

paige knew your brother would want to beat her ass if he found out but she didn't care

invites you out with her more often without letting your brother know

she sneakily tries to kiss you while he's around which one day resulted in you two being caught

paige never ran so fast in her life that day

paige x thick/curvy black!reader

warning(s): nothing too exciting just paige being obsessed with reader's ass a/n: also not proofread... its 4 am😭

the first time she saw you she was a little intimidated cause she was questioning herself about if she could handle all that but she definitely proved you wrong

she uses your ass as a pillow and will happily take a nap

you've been reading a book for the past ten minutes now as you lazily laid on your bed, but the weight of your girlfriend's head on your ass was becoming more annoying the longer you laid there. you turn your head with a sigh, "paige, move. use a pillow like a normal person.", but you could only hear small snores in return

your lap is also one of her favorite spots to rest her head. especially when you massage her head while she's laying there she feels like she's in heaven

swears that she has a fatter ass than you (she's delusional)

yall remember that one tiktok trend where you'd record a video between your gfs thighs with the caption "i won"???? yeah paige got about five of those sitting in her drafts

if she's driving and you're in the passenger seat her right hand is always on your thigh. and even if you're the one driving her hand will be on your thigh it's like muscle memory for her

she loves hugging you from behind and wrapping her arms around you like you're a teddy bear she won at the fair

and normal hugs?? yeah she's not passing up a chance to squeeze your ass. if y'all are in public she won't do too much, but behind closed doors she's having the time of her life and being handsy as hell

sometimes you'll be minding your business and all the sudden you feel her slap/pinch your ass, then walk away as if nothing happened (you always get your lick back tho)

always offering for you to sit on her lap even when there's available seats. she honestly just finds any excuse to hold you

constantly sending you outfit ideas 

"you would eat in this" "i'm buying this for you" 

your stretch marks are her favorite part of your body (besides your ass ofc) 

you don't even have time to feel any insecurities about them cause she's always telling you how much she adores them

i said this before in my dating paige hcs but she doesn't care about you wearing revealing clothing that show off your curves... she's really your biggest hype woman 

you stood up straight and used your hands to straighten out the fabric of your skirt as paige began to walk in to the bathroom, grumpily mumbling about you taking forever to get ready. her pouted lips and furrowed eyebrows quickly faded away once she laid her eyes on you and she playfully winced, taking in your appearance with a lick of her lips. she grabbed your hand, lifting it up. "damn, you look so beautiful. spin for me."

and she knows people will look and stare but she doesn't get mad over it... if anything she loves showing you off 

do you take requests? i know that’s probably a stupid question since im in your ask right now but i just wanna make sure😭 oh and another question, do you write primarily for top!paige or would you write bottom!paige too?

anyway i love your work!!

yes i do take requests (i swear i be starting them in my notes app but i currently have writers block and school😞) so i might not get to finish them until i'm out of school in like 2 weeks

and yeah i kinda write top!paige primarily cause i'm used to writing stuff like that but i'm open to writing bottom!paige too

also ty!!

Haven't heard from you in a minute girlie you ok??

i'm good ty for asking <3 i've just been busy finishing the last of this semester but i'll be more active when school ends in a couple weeks 🫶

Me defending Paige’s fashion choices

GIRL I WAS JUST SAYING YOUR NAME BUT HEYYYY

BYEEE I WAS SO CONCERNED AT FIRST BUT HEY GIRL😭😭

BRI

i'm scared...

WAITTTTT R U ALSO THE EDITOR ON TIKTOK BC IF SO U EAT

yeah i'm luvnoir.aep on tiktok lmao thank you btw🤓

dating flau'jae hcs

a/n: I KNOW I KEEP DISAPPEARING 😭 i have school and work + writers block so here's this for rn srry it's short

her love language is words of affirmation for sure. she loves it when you tell her she looks good and will never not tell you how good you look

also she's big on "i love you" like she'll get upset if you don't say it back she doesn't even care if she just told you five minutes ago

she'll dedicates songs to you and name drop you in a verse every once in a while

not really into pda but also kinda clingy

if you're together in public her hands are always on you whether she's holding your hand, or putting a hand on your shoulder to hold you close

when it comes to dates she'll try to go all out and outdo herself every time

she also does not play about you she's very protective especially since your relationship is public

someone's talking shit about her?? she's used to it but you???? she'll definitely go to war

I love them your honour 🥹🥹

[ RULES ]

pls read before you request!!!

currently i'm writing for wcbb: uconn and lsu (only flaujae for lsu rn)

i will write for the uconn freshman but only sfw/no smut

things i won't write:

incest

g!p

abuse

anything overly kinky and weird like age/race play and shit like that

idk if i’m overthinking it about the me connecting your tiktok to you if that weird sorry you just said you were the one who payed for the thing maybe im thinking to deep though sorry if that was uncalled for 😭

nooo it's not weird at all lmao.. i have my usernames similar for a reason!!

your writing is always so good 🙏🏽🙏🏽

pls im always insecure about my writing thats why im so slow with posting it 😭 tysm🫶

quiet

paring: paige x fem!reader synopsis: reader and paige almost get caught by azzi warning(s): smut (MINORS DNI) word count: 978

a/n: this is barely proofread btw

"paige! if you don't open this fucking door, i swear to god!"

the room almost fell silent. your soft whimpers escaped through the hand paige held clamped over your mouth as she drove her fingers in and out of your pussy so excruciatingly slow that it made you squirm under her touch. her other hand was occupied with holding your thigh and pinning it down towards the bed, making sure your shaky legs stayed open and around her head comfortably.

azzi continued yelling from the opposite side of the locked door, but everything she said went in one ear and out the other. you could barely even comprehend the english coming out of her mouth right now.

though, you did remember azzi saying something about a phone when she first interrupted you two about a couple minutes ago. at first, you were alarmed, of course, and immediately started to push at paige's shoulders that rested between your thighs, but she simply and quietly reassured you that her door was locked, and told you to remain quiet before latching her tongue onto your clit. you couldn't help but to let out a small moan in response, explaining paige's hand over your mouth.

"paige, stop ignoring me and let me in! seriously, i cant find my phone and i think i left it on your dresser." azzi banged on the door once again and twisted the door knob impatiently. she was getting more annoyed by the second and part of you glanced towards the door, worried she would bust the door down each time her hard fists met the white decorated door.

normally, you wouldn't even dare to have sex in the presence of anyone else besides paige, but something about azzi being just feet away from you spread out across her best friend's bed, legs apart with paige eating you out as if her life depended on it, made you even more aroused. your skin felt like it was burning on paige's purple sheets and as you turned your attention back to between your legs, you were met with paige's eyes already on yours.

she looked at you curiously, slowly moving her hand away from your mouth. she raised her eyebrow, like she was challenging you to remain quiet without her help.

and it didn't help that she switched the angle of her fingers and used the tip of her tongue to flick back and forth on your already throbbing clit, evoking your hips to jerk up against her face as you cried out her name. your hand immediately flew to your face to cover your mouth, swallowing up the rest of your moans. you could feel paige's lips smirk against you, but as much as you wanted to swipe the smirk off her face, the need to cum was much stronger.

"paige!"

you used one hand to reach out for her head and pushed her deeper into you. you couldn't speak, so you were glad she took the hint to speed things up.

her lips latched onto your clit and she started to suck, her fingers still stretching you out, moving quickly through the slick juices that leaked from your pussy. but it wasn't long before she moved her hands to around the top of your thighs and pulled you into her face even more. your muffled cries filled the silent room and your legs tightened around her head as you imagined her talking you through it like she usually does.

there you go, ma... just like that

you rode into her face until you felt your orgasm rushing from the pit of your stomach, to washing all over your shaking body. you bit down on your hand to hold back a string of moans that threatened to fall from your lips, a few tears slipping down your cheeks from the overstimulating sensations of each one of paige's touches. you felt everything; from her hands that held the flesh of your thighs, massaging them softly, and her mouth helping you ride of your orgasm, even her blue eyes that roamed over your body as you arched your back and stared at the ceiling with glossy eyes.

and when your body slumped against the bed, bones feeling like jello, is when paige lifted her head and shuffled her body to position over yours. her lips were gleaming with your juices but she met yours with a kiss anyways. it was honestly a miracle that you managed to stay relatively quiet, you thanked your sore hand for that.

but before you two could do anything else, another loud bang startled you two and paige groaned in annoyance as she pulled away.

"i'll do this all day if i have to!"

you nudged paige and gestured your head towards the door. she rolled her eyes and climbed off the the bed, looking on her dresser for the phone azzi spoke about for these past few minutes. and once she found it, she began to reach for it but paused and reached for a tissue instead. you held back a laugh as paige used the tissue to grab the phone instead of using her previously occupied fingers.

paige opened the door, but only wide enough so that she could fit her head and hand through, handing her the phone.

"you would lose your head if it wasn't attached to your neck." paige said.

before azzi could retort back, she caught a glimpse of the tissue and stared at paige's hand for a few seconds, then back at the blonde inquisitively. it was when azzi slowly took the phone from her grasp when it finally clicked for her, and a disgusted look replaced her confused one.

"oh, you guys are sick." azzi gagged and quickly wiped her phone with her shirt in disgust.

"you're welcome to watch next time." paige joked with a smirk, earning a hit to the head from a pillow you aimed at her.

put that shit back inside

fucking freak

I know this isn’t ur normal content so pls ignore it if you want.

I have 3b-3c hair but I’m white and was just wondering what protective styles/products it’s ok for me to do/use

its okay 😭

honestly idk what to tell you abt protective styles cause i have 4 type hair and idk how 3 type hair would react with protective styles. but for products i dont really put much in my hair besides mielle's rosemary mint oil and tree tea oil (sometimes jamaican black castor oil) and i use a biotin boost shampoo and conditioner!! i would recommend using that

More smut paige plz

finishing it up rn 🤞

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLYC7H38/

I CANT ANYMORE

this might have just started my kate martin era idk yall....

THIS WAS ME😭😭 I PAID 32 DOLLARS FOR IT PLS

NOW WHICH ONE OF YALL ?????