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Tipsy - Paige Bueckers x Fem! Black Reader
Written March 22, 2024.
Warnings: angst, vulgar language, fluff, brief mentions of sex and sexuality.
You are Safiya
You and Paige have just gotten in from a house party that your cousin Anthony threw. All was well until one of his close friends, Camilla approached you, making advances toward you.
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Your back rested upon the kitchen counter, a red cup in your hand filled halfway with vodka. The alcohol was getting to your head, and literally everything she was telling you seemed hilarious in the moment.
“Like, it was just so crazy because… she was dead serious! And we’re all just looking at her, but she was in her own world,” Camilla recalled as she told you about another experience she had at a different party of Anthony’s.
“Yeah well,” you shrugged, “some of us should probably be more like her,” you chuckled at the end of your sentence.
You had to yell a little over the loud music, but Camilla figured she’d make it a little easier by leaning into you. “Would you?” She inquired, “show me a little something,” Camilla beckoned with a smirk, daring you.
You snickered, “I said some of us. That doesn’t include me, I’m not really the dancing type.”
“It doesn’t hurt to let loose,” Camilla proposed. “Put the cup down, and let’s go dance.”
“Ahh..” you trailed off. “Fuck it.”
You abandoned your cup, pouring it out in the sink and followed Camilla as she led you through the crowd. You watched her first, trying to get a feel for how to match her energy.
She gyrated her hips, moving randomly, but you couldn’t deny that she looked good. You weren’t blind. She wore beige cargo pants, a white t-shirt from Goodfellow, and when her arms raised you could catch a glimpse of her boxers that rested gracefully on her hips. Just behind the band was a tattoo, but you couldn’t quite read it. Her hair was in a high bun, and she had a glowing smile.
And even the blind could see her aura. It was inviting and fun. Nothing too serious, which is why you eventually joined in. You were careful, at first, maintaining distance between yourselves, but as she minutes passed you got closer and closer to one another.
“Your Number” by Ayo Jay came on, and soon enough you found yourself damn near grinding on Camilla. You whined your hips slowly, your hands resting on your knees, and Camilla catching everything you were throwing.
Occasionally you would brush your coily hair out of your face, and your skin felt like it was on fire. All of the people in the house weren’t helping either as you all exchanged body heat.
Camilla hands found your hips, squeezing them as she brought you even closer, but you quickly brushed you off. You knew what you were doing, you aren’t stupid.
It was bad enough that you were throwing your ass back on someone other than your beloved girlfriend.
“Don’t touch,” you muttered, coming out of your bent over position.
“Damn, why’d you stop?” Camilla asked you, her hand coming up around your waist again. “Music’s still going.”
You swatted her hand away again.
“Yeah, babe, why’d you stop?” You heard Paige’s familiar voice from behind the both of you, her muscular arms crossed over her chest.
Before you could answer, she stood in front of you with your face in the firm grip of her hand. “Are you serious right now?” Paige gritted, narrowing her eyes at you. “No, no, actually, are you crazy? I know good and well that you aren’t stupid—“ she began to rant, her piercings globes never leaving yours.
A warm feeling spread within your chest, and your panties became damp. You tried your best to hide your smile as she expressed her anger, but you couldn’t help it.
“Is this funny to you?” She continued. Camilla got the hint, backing away into the crowd. Paige could smell the alcohol on your breath, and she knew exactly what was happening.
Usually she didn’t like to leave you alone at parties because she knew how people could be, but you’d convinced her that you two could do your own thing. Clearly that wouldn’t be happening again.
“Mm-mm,” you hummed, shaking your head.
Without words, Paige drug you through the party, and out of the front door, without even saying goodbye to Anthony or her friends. You did walk past them though, exchanging looks with them.
Paige pushed you in front of herself, watching you drunkenly stumble. “Walk,” she ordered. You guys took her car to the party and she’d parked a little down the block.
Your 1 inch heels slammed against the concrete, the sound filling your ears. That and the sound of cars speeding down the busy street. The temperature had dropped since you two got there, and goosebumps appeared on your arms. “I’m cold,” you whined, turning around toward her.
Paige rolled her eyes, shrugging off her unbuttoned button-up shirt and placing it on your own shoulders.
When you got the car, Paige opened the door for you, helping you get in, and then buckling you in. Even though she was upset with you, she wouldn’t forget her ways.
She get in on the driver’s side, turning on the heat for you.
You guys were about thirty minutes out from your joint apartment and you curled up in the seat after kicking off your heels. You’d shifted your body to face Paige, and you merely observed as she drove.
“P, I’m sorry. Are you mad at me?” You questioned, but she never answered. The road had all of her focus as she tried to get the two of you home safely.
You reached up, your ring clad hand grazing her jawline. You felt it clench and unclench. Paige was primarily trying to keep herself from leaning into your palm, but she just loved how it felt when you touched her.
Begrudgingly she brushed you off, placing your hand back in your lap.
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And here you are, sitting on the couch of your living room with your face buried in the palms of your hands. You were still drowsy, but somewhat coming to your senses and you knew you fucked up.
Paige disappeared to the back of your apartment, presumably showering and getting changed. She’s been in there for about 25 minutes or so. The entire ride, not once did she speak to you.
You turned on the T.V., needing to fill the silence. Your mind was going a mile a minute and honestly it was killing you. You slowly made your way into the kitchen and poured yourself a glass of water. Groaning you screwed your eyes shut, taking small sips. You’re a lightweight.
Your feet had begun to ache, and the sweat dried on your skin. An icky feeling covered your skin, but you didn’t even want to think about going near the bathroom. You wanted to give her space.
It wasn’t long before she came out, steam following her.
Her slippers padded against the floor and you could hear Paige nearing the kitchen. You never looked back though. Truthfully, you were a little scared to.
In her hand, she shook a bottle of Aspirin which you nearly lunged for. But before you could grab it, she held it above your head, the full length of her arm extended. “We need to talk first.”
You nodded, “of course.”
“Did you want her to fuck you, Saf?” Paige inquired with seriousness in her face.
“What? No!” You replied immediately. “Not ever. She’s not you so…”
She chuckled bitterly, “oh really? Did you have the same thought when you were grinding on someone else, who isn’t me?”
“I— it was a mistake,” you huffed. “I wasn’t going to let it go any further than that. I love you, not her!”
Paige huffed, running her hands down her face. “I don’t doubt that, but what were you expecting to get out of this— me catching you in the act?”
Your cheeks warmed, and you cleared your throat. “I-I was hoping that you’d…” you trailed off.
“You’re a big girl, say it,” Paige pushed you.
“I wanted you to… you know, punish me for it.”
Paige grabbed your hands at your sides, pulling you in. “You know how I feel about communicating. You tell me if there’s something that you want. Why didn’t you?
Truth be told, you missed Paige so much. She’d been away for games and there was only so much a phone call could do for you. When it came down the topic of how much you need her to touch you or caress you, you got a little anxious.
You knew that there was a deeper problem if you couldn’t communicate with your longtime partner about how you felt about your sex life.
You huffed, “I’m embarrassed by it.”
She opened up the bottle of Aspirin, shaking a tablet into your hand, and passed it off to you. “Why? Did I do something to make you feel this way?”
You shook your head vehemently, “no, never. I just don’t know how to express my desires, and I didn’t want you to think differently of me. I know I went about it in the worst way.”
“I love all parts of you,” Paige expressed, keeping eye contact. “I’d never look at you differently just because you want to be fucked like a slut sometimes,” she spoke with a comical tone, but you knew she also serious. “We’re learning together because we’re a team.”
“Of course,” you nodded. You knocked back the Aspirin, one hand still connected with Paige’s.
“Come on,” she pulled you in the direction of the back of your apartment. “I’ll run you some bath water.”
You follow gingerly, but suddenly Paige pushes you to walk in front of herself, just like she’d done earlier. The palm of her slender hand made contact with your backside and you let out a yelp.
Your head snapped back her, to which she winked. It was looking like your fantasy was about to come true.
#paige bueckers x reader#paige bueckers#uconn wbb#uconn huskies#paige bueckers x oc#wlw post#paige bueckers fanfiction#paige bueckers x black reader
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paige bueckers x blackfem!reader in bed hcs
warning(s): SMUT (mdni)
first of all, consent is her biggest priority when it comes to anything with you-- especially sex
and even tho it can be a little annoying when you're needy, she just wants to make sure you're comfortable at all times
"can i touch you?"
"please" you exhale shakily
she can be a hair puller sometimes... but she knows not to touch it when you just got it done
"if you pull these fresh baids we're breaking up" you jokingly (sorta kinda!) warn her as she hovers over your body with her front flush against your back. she laughs as she gathers them and pushes them to one side of your shoulder, exposing your smooth skin. She places a couple of kisses on your shoulder as her hand slides down your body and in between your thighs, finding the hem of your panties.
"you won't" she's right
but if she can pull it she definitely will
sex is never 100% serious with her
just as paige settled between your legs with her face inches away from your pussy, she holds up her hand to look at it funnily. she had jammed her middle finger in practice a few days ago so she had a metal brace around it to protect it. you bit your lip to hide a laugh but fail miserably, and paige soon joins you, throwing her head back in laughter
or when she has her sex playlist playing and somehow her kid tunes playlist gets added to the queue and you both stop and stare at each other before bursting out laughing
and if there's music playing, sometimes she'll move her tongue or fingers to the beat of the song wondering if you'll notice
"did you just...?" and she sends you a goofy ass smile (then she's back to destroying your pussy like ten seconds later)
she would never admit it, but she loves likes it when you dominate or take control. she thinks it's so sexy and gets turned on even more
it could be as simple as you telling her to take her clothes off and she's like a soldier ready for her next command with her boxers getting damper by the second
and when you go down on her she can be pretty vocal but she's also so touchy
she'll be holding your hand or your head, pushing your further into her
she mocks you after too... she's such a clown
"uh, paigeee! yes!-" she's interrupted by the pillow you swung at her head
but she always makes sure you're good, messaging the skin on your hip that she might have gripped too hard or fixing your hair
if you wore your bonnet (it definitely came off at some point LMAOO) she'll help you put it back on
she'll also help you clean up in the bathroom after and vise versa
then she's completely slumped after... snoring and all
#paige bueckers#uconn women’s basketball#uconn wbb#paige bueckers x reader#wlw#wbb#wcbb#uconn huskies#black reader#paige bueckers x black!reader
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just friends? - n.m
☺︎ nika muhl ☺︎
UCONN had just won the Big East Championship and was having a post-game get-together at the shared apartment of KK and Westly. Westly was a sports medicine student, so she knew all of the girls on the team. Westly was currently sitting in between the legs of Nika as some of the girls played uno.
"Boy you know you cheated" Paige yelled slamming her cards on the table and laughing. "You just mad you lost" KK laughed running around the apartment causing the rest of the girls to laugh. Nika wrapped small pieces of Westly's curl around her finger and let them bounce.
"Having fun?" Westly looked up at her smiling. "You're so pretty" Nika responded looking over her features. Westly hid her blush and looked back at the girls. "Are you lovebirds going to come play now" Azzi spoke smiling looking at the two.
Westly flipped off the girl and stood up walking to the kitchen. After working their game and all the fun they were having Westly was extremely tired. She expected most of the girls to be spending the night, so she laid out blankets and pillows for them to fight over.
"Thanks, mom" Ice smiled at the girl from where she was sitting. "You're so welcome don't tell your siblings but your my favorite" Westly spoke loud enough for Paige, Azzi, and Nika to hear.
"Wow! My mom hates me" Paige exaggerated pretending to faint on Azzi. "Goodnight children" Westly hugged everyone purposely leaving out Nika and walking to her room.
Westly was out of the shower and walked out of her room seeing Nika lying on her stomach with her eyes closed. Westly walked over to the girl to see if she was asleep. "Go shower" She pulled Nika to sit up. "Don't go to sleep without me" Nika told her walking to the bathroom with some of Westly's clothes.
Westly accidentally fell asleep, but woke up as soon as she felt Nika slide under her. "I told you not to go to sleep" Nika frowned. "I'm sorry" Westly turned around so she could face Nika. Nika rested her head against Westly's shoulder and wrapped her right arm around her waist.
Westly placed her finger under Nika's chin and pulled it up so she could look at her eyes. Nika hummed asking what was wrong. Westly connected their lips slowly moving them. Nika gripped her waist pulling her closer.
Eventually, they pulled apart going back to their cuddling position and falling asleep to the laughter of the rest of the girls in the living room.
"I have to go" Nika gently woke up Westly letting her know she had to leave for team breakfast. Westly nodded leaning up for a kiss. Nika blushed giving her a gentle kiss. "I'll see you later" She kissed Westly on the forehead and closed the bedroom door behind her.
"Look who it is" Paige teased stretching her arms. "Shut up"
"So do you like her?" Azzi asked the question everyone was thinking. Nika nodded blushing. "She likes you to trust" KK spoke smiling at the girl in front of her. "We were all waiting for you two to finally notice your feelings for each other" Aaliyah shrugged.
"What?"
"You can see it in the way you guys look at each other"
"Last night you two couldn't keep your hands off each other"
"The next great love story"
#wcbb#nika muhl#uconn wbb#uconn huskies#uconn#paige bueckers x reader#nika muhl x reader#friends to lovers#march madness#womens basketball#oc#black women#black reader
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(𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐖)
(𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐄 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑)
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲-baby talk😏
Paige always love the relationship you and drew had whenever you two went to visit drew would always be under you stilling you away to go play or just watch movies whenever she saw you two together it made her heart warm up.
Still in the side lines with drew on you lap and his and Paige’s dad next to you you all watch Paige play go Paige drew yells making you and their dad laugh.
Hearing your laugh Paige looked over and saw you tickling drew she smiled a certain question run through her head.
After the game you all went out to eat to celebrate the teams big win their dad had went back to the hotel they were staying in exhausted after the day you all had leaving drew in yours and Paige hands for the night.
Laughter filled the restaurant as the team told funny stories about each other checking the time seeing it was 11:00 you were ready to go and sense you had drew you didn’t want him out so late.
Hey we should go you whispered to Paige it’s getting late and drew pretty much asleep.
She looked at drew that was laying his head on your shoulder seeing him open and close his eyes fighting his sleep she nodded turning to the rest of the team telling them you were leaving you softly picked up drew as everyone said their goodbyes.
Walking to the parking lot Paige ran towards the car opening the door for you too put drew in then yours well thank you you smiled giving her a quick kiss getting in the car.
She smirked closing the door and getting in the car and began driving.
The ride back was filled with R&B softly playing and Drew’s soft snoring she glanced at you feeling nervous about what she was about to ask you you love drew right she asked you looked at her confused yeah why.
She paused taking a breath before speaking again I see the way you are with him and how much he loves you a-and when ever you’re around h-he’s always with you she began to stutter.
You looked at her softly giving her time to say what she had to say as she stopped the car in the parking lot of the hotel the look in your eyes made her want to crumble right there in spot she looked down blushing.
You grab her chin making her look at you what are you trying to say you asked softly smiling calming her down.
I-I want to have a baby silence filled the car, making her nervous seeing that you weren’t saying anything she began to panic I-if you didn’t w-want to we don’t it w-was just a-she was cut off when you pulled her into a soft and gentle kiss she sighed into the kiss taking you face in her hands.
You slowly pulled away softly smiling lets do it you whispered softly stroking her face her eyes widened r-really she asked shocked making you laugh yes if that what you want then..I want too to besides I really wanna be a girl mom you smiled.
You both laughed going in for one last kiss.

#Spotify#paige bueckers#paige bueckers x reader#kk arnold#uconn huskies#uconn wbb#azzi fudd#lesbians#nika muhl#black reader
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Home Court Love
Paige Bueckers x Black!Fem OC (Aniyah)
I’m gonna make another part to this bcs I enjoyed it so much. I just love when wlw love wins 💔😓
Words: 6k
Themes:
slight medical inaccuracies, I’m not a doctor don’t come for me
swearing
slight angst
domestic feels
Aniyah and Paige’s family started with one simple sentence.
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2/4/23
“I’m really tryna start a family with you” Paige mumbles into your (her) sweatshirt, she’s always super clingy and lovey after a win so these words never phase you.
You roll your eyes playfully, she says stuff like this all the time and every single time your reactions no different. You smile and nod, knowing she’ll move on to a different topic in about .3 seconds.
“I know, baby” you say back.
She starts to sit up, relaxing on her knees with her hands rubbing up and down your thighs “No like I’m being deadass with you, seriously”
You sit up, resting on your elbows with a surprised smirk “Babe, I know” you chuckle out.
“Do you though? You lookin’ at me like I got two heads or something”
Paige seems genuine about what she’s saying which makes you sit up even more, crossing your legs. “So you’re.. like being serious?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” she says sounding a bit offended.
“Well you like- say random shit like that all the time? I don’t know- I just didn’t think you were like.. wanting something like that with me” You respond, even though a few of your insecurities peek through your words as you speak.
Paige grabs you by the face with both hands so that your foreheads touch “Aniyah Kamau Omondi, I’d get you pregnant right now if it was biologically possible. I’m being as serious and as real as I can right now, I want you to be the mother of my children.”
You smile from ear to ear after she’s finished talking. Grabbing her face just as she is now you smash your lips onto hers “Then let’s do it.”
And so began the journey of little baby Gianni.
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4/17/23
The process with IVF was truly a gift from god, the both of you were worried it’d take at least six plus months, maybe even years for you to get pregnant but a short two months later you’d gotten positive results.
You’d always wanted to do one of those intimate “telling my partner i’m pregnant” things so you’d devised the perfect plan. Paige had gone out with the team for a promotional event and texted she’d be out a little later than usual, giving you time to set up your announcement.
You’d went out to target earlier while Paige was at practice, just picking up a simple onesie that stated “Baby On The Way! - Jan. 2024”. You’d folded the small onesie up into a box, covering the item of clothing with white tissue paper and on top of that adding a thin piece of paper that said “Surprise!”. Nothing extraordinary or extravagant but it was enough for the to of you and that’s what mattered.
Anxiously waiting for Paige to return home was hell on earth and your hormones were already starting to go all wonky.
Finally you hear the apartment door click open from you and Paige’s bedroom. Quickly hiding the box in your bedside drawer and waiting for Paige to make her way to your room.
“ ‘Sup, mama’s” she said as she strolled through the door, pulling her hood down and unzipping her UCONN jacket.
“Hey, love how was that event thingy you went to?” You say trying to hide your nerves.
Paige, the entirely clueless girl that she is, tells you about the event just recalling that it was slow and sort of boring. Speaking about this while walking around the room getting undressed and ready to lay down.
“….But yeah that was basically it” she finishes, plopping down next to you on the bed. Her head slightly propped up against the headboard while one of her hands goes to rub your thigh. “Oh my god but babe there was this one bit that Ines and Aubrey were doing-“ she starts chuckling but you and your nerves can’t take it anymore.
“Okay babe, not to interrupt but I got you a gift and I really want you to open it… like right now” You rush out.
“Ooh a gift” she teases “Is it those Curry’s i’ve been yapping about” she jokes again.
Reaching into your drawer you pull out the small box, not really reacting to the jokes she made.
“… Okay now i’m nervous” she says wearily eyeing the box due to your lack of response. Still plucking it from your hands and lifting the top.
You hold your breath waiting for a response.
“Surprise? Baby wh-“
“Just open it, god damn”
Raising her hands in a surrender motion she responds “Okay, okay”
Carefully removing the white tissue paper to uncover the onesie, she hasn’t read the front of it yet as it was folded in a way to hide the message on the piece of clothing. She fully takes the onesie out letting it unravel and reading the front.
Her eye’s quickly fogging up and filling with tears “Baby yo- you’re being serious? Like you’re not fucking with me?” Her voice cracks as she struggles to finish her sentence.
You in a similar state and ready to burst into tears just shake your head a simple ‘no’ before you both lunge at each other to embrace.
Your arms wrapping around her neck and hers winding themselves around your waist.
“Oh my god we’re gonna be parents” she breathes into your neck. You still haven’t ceased your crying so you just aggressively nod into the crook of her neck.
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The next few months are spent in beautiful domestic bliss. Paige being the best partner you could ask for by always being there to help you, cleaning, cooking, driving you anywhere you ask and just basically waiting on you hand and foot.
When it comes to telling family the both of you agree on telling them through zoom rather than having to travel all the way back to Illinois and Minnesota. Of course everyone’s happy for you and their reactions are priceless but not as funny as when you tell the team.
When Paige and you finally break it to them after practice one day the screams could be heard from literally every corner of Connecticut. Ines and Ashlynn take off running throughout the stands screaming and hugging each other. Q and Aubrey are just as insane, running all the way to the locker rooms and back. Ice, Azzi, and KK are swarming Paige almost immediately while Nika, Amari, Caroline, Aaliyah, Jana, and Ayanna are surrounding you in the sweetest and most gentle group hug. It honestly brings tears to your eyes.
And of course you all go out to celebrate after, the girls not hesitating to tell any person they passed that you were pregnant, which ends up getting you guys a free meal + drinks (non-alcoholic obviously).
(Later that night Paige put out an official announcement on her instagram and twitter about the pregnancy, letting the world and her fans know what was going on)
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8/7/23
When it comes time to find out the gender (so around four months into your pregnancy) you and Paige decide you want a gender reveal. She seemed more excited about it than you did, she’d been obsessing over the gender since the day she found out about the pregnancy. She didn’t even care whether it was a boy or girl she was just so insanely impatient that it kept her up at night.
With the help of the team and your best friends Leilani and Dawn you guys had come to the decision to let everyone else do the work for planning the reveal, giving you and Paige time to relax and focus more on the baby. Letting you and Paige’s friends have full creative liberty for the party was the best thing you could’ve done as the girls went all out.
You and Paige stood hand in hand in the center of the park that they’d rented out, surrounded by your closest friends and family that had flown out to witness this moment. You’d shown up in a off the shoulder, white, maternity dress that fell just above the knee while Paige came clad in a short sleeved white button up and khaki pants, she’d let her hair down and curled it a bit which was a nice touch. Excitement buzzed in the air as everyone eagerly awaited the reveal of the baby's gender.
The girls had orchestrated the perfect setup, with off-white balloons filling the sky and a large box wrapped in pink and blue ribbons placed in front of the couple.
You couldn't help but feel a wave of nervousness wash over you as the moment drew closer. Paige, on the other hand, was practically bouncing with anticipation, her eyes sparkling with excitement and cheesing from ear to ear.
By now everyone had gathered around the two of you waiting for the reveal but first you and Paige wanted to say a few nice words.
Clearing your throat you got everyone’s attention while Paige placed a hand on the small of your back.
"Hey y’all!, thank you all for being here today. Paige and I are beyond grateful for your love and support as we go on this journey into parenthood. I just wanted to thank the team, love you girls, my family and Paige’s for flying all the way out here to share this with us, and my girlfriends since childhood for setting this whole thing up for us. We appreciate you so deeply and whether it's a boy or a girl, we know this baby is already surrounded by so much love because of all of you. Here's to the next chapter of our lives, filled with joy, love, and endless adventures. Cheers!"
Everyone claps smiling as Paige starts to speak.
“Um.. yeah what she said. Now let’s rip this thing open” She teases, referencing the box. “No but yeah, seriously thank y’all for the support, we couldn’t have done it without this village you’ve surrounded us with. From the bottom of our hearts me and Aniyah love each and every one of you so thanks again”
“Yeah yeah we appreciate you too, now open the damn box girl!” Paige’s mom yells excitedly from the crowd, holding her phone up and ready to record.
Everyone laughs once again but with a shared glance, you and Paige count down together, your voices mingling with the cheers of your loved ones. "Three, two, one..."
As the box was opened, a flurry of pink balloons burst forth, drifting up into the sky. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, surrounding the couple with hugs and congratulations.
You feel tears of joy streaming down your cheeks as Paige wraps you in a tight embrace, arms locked around your baby bump whispering words of love and excitement into your ear.
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8/22/23-11/19/23
The months that come next are followed up with the normal milestones, buying furniture, buying clothes, picking names, painting the room, prepping the baby bag etc. etc.
Which of course the two of you bicker about.
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*flashback*
“Babe I’m not buying our daughter a onesie with just Kyrie Irving’s face on it”
Paige’s currently slumped over the shopping cart in target, pouting over this stupid onesie.
“But whyyy…” she whines
“ ‘Cause.” You respond back, short and firm.
“You hate me” she sighs out as she reluctantly goes to place it back on the shelf.
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Even with all the good fortune and domestic bliss surrounding you, you still had quite a bit of anxiety when it came to the actual process of giving birth. You had asked your own mother for help and she recommended that you read a few books on it because in her own words “the second I started reading those things, all doubts just flew out the window” but now as you sit on the bed, Paige’s hoodie surrounding your frame and back agains the headboard, your hands won’t stop trembling while you flip through the pages of the childbirth book in your lap. No matter how hard you try, you can't shake the fear that grips your heart and all you can do is sit there with tears flooding your eyes.
You had tried to read while Paige was out for practice but clearly underestimated how quick she’d be in and out.
“Baby I’m home!” She yells from the hall.
Quickly scrubbing at your flushed face you respond back, voice cracking “I’m- I’m in here”
Paige enters the room, her eyes softening as she takes in your tense posture, knowing something’s wrong. Without a word, she crosses the room and sits down beside you, placing her hands on your thighs, rubbing comforting circles up and down them.
"Hey," Paige murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "What's on your mind, mama?"
You let out a shaky breath, leaning into Paige's embrace. "I'm just... like- really scared," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "Scared of giving birth, scared of what's going to happen. And my mom tried recommending these stupid ass books to- calm me down or whatever but all it’s doing is adding more weight to my shoulders”
Paige's heart aches at the vulnerability in your voice. She tightens her hands on your legs, offering silent reassurance. "It's okay to be scared, baby," she says softly. "But you're not alone. I'm here for you, every step of the way."
Tears prick at your eyes again as you bury your face in Paige's shoulder, her warmth enveloping you. "I just don't know if I can do this, like I really thought I was but the closer it gets to my due date I just feel like- like i’m gonna find some way to fuck it up” you admit, your voice muffled.
Paige pulls back slightly, cupping your face in her hands and guiding you to meet her gaze. "Baby you are strong, like strong strong.” She chuckles “You’ve gone through more than I ever have, and you still find a way to be the most passionate, caring, loving woman I’ve ever met” she says earnestly, her eyes locking with yours. "Trust me when I say you can do anything. I believe in you."
A flicker of hope ignites within you as you gaze into Paige's eyes, seeing nothing but unwavering love and support. With a shaky sigh, you lean forward, resting your forehead against hers.
"Thank you," you whisper, your voice filled with gratitude. "For always being there for me, for making this process so easy"
Paige brushes a gentle kiss against your lips, her touch soft and tender. "I love you," she murmurs against your mouth. "And I'll be right here, holding your hand through it all."
“I love you more” you breathe out closing the gap between you two again.
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12/28/23
It’s three days after Christmas and your due date is quickly approaching. Even though your doctor said the baby’s due date was January, she could come at any time.
Paige had been walking on eggshells around you, ready to drop everything and grab that baby bag at any moment but it made it extremely hard for her when all she had was practice and games. Paige tried to take you to most of them so she’d at least know where you were but understood when your feet were especially sore or your back ached.
Today had been a particularly hard day, you’d been having Braxton-hicks pretty consistently for about a week or so and they were even worse today, the baby was doing triple backflips on every part of your insides and your feet couldn’t have been more swollen. Paige was very reluctant to go to her game today, seriously considering calling Geno and letting him know that the baby might come. You know Paige is one to overreact and you tell her you’ll be fine and you won’t be alone as Dawn and Leilani were still in town and wanted to hang out at yours.
Eventually Paige gets ready to head out not before kissing you deeply, rubbing her hand on your bump. “Do not hesitate to call up the team managers if something happens, seriously” she gives you a stern look.
You, loving how overprotective she is just stare back up at her lovingly “Yes, yes I will”
“Baby I’m being dead fucking serious, look me in my eyes and tell me you will. Actually you know what? I’m not going, I have a bad feeling about this and i’m not playing today, I’m gonna call Coach again. I need to be here if anyt-“ she starts rambling, pulling her phone from her duffel but you quickly interrupt her with a kiss, grabbing her wrist and putting her phone right back where it was.
“Babe.” you stare at her as she doesn’t respond breathing nervously “I’m fine, and everything will be fine if you just go ahead and leave already. It’s like you’re tryna make yourself late”
“But baby-“ she argues back, you two continue like this and after about ten more minutes of going back and forth you finally get her out of the house.
Dawn and Leilani finally arrive, they let themselves in and have not arrived empty handed. They drag in bags of your favorite snacks, blankets and drinks for the three of you.
You’ve all settled into the couch and Paige’s game has just finished the first quarter when you start to feel those intense sharp pains again, almost like Braxton-hicks but stronger. You try to get back to a comfortable position during commercial break and the girl’s notice you fidgeting around.
“You okay, Niyah?” Dawn questions.
“No yeah!- I’m fine” you shift again “baby girls just sitting weird” trying to brush it off and turn their attention back to the TV.
“… uh huh, okay” Leilani responds with an unsure tone and giving Dawn an “ikyfl” look.
The pain continues throughout the second quarter and halftime, the girls are still eyeing you wearily as they can see you’re in pain. Dawn asks again and again if you’re doing well and again and again you tell her you’re fine. The third quarter starts up and not even two minutes in does a sudden sharp pain shoot through your abdomen. You gasp, clutching your stomach as another wave of pain hits you. Dawn and Leilani’s necks snapping with how fast they turn to you you, concern etched on their faces.
"Aniyah, seriously are you okay? and girl don’t lie to my ass again” Dawn asks, her voice filled with worry.
You try to speak, but the pain intensifies, making it hard to form words. Leilani rushes to your side, placing a hand on your back.
"Yeah hun, we need to get you to the hospital," she says, her voice steady despite the urgency of the situation.
“N-no, I’m fine..” you take a deep labored breath in “…seriously it’s not that bad it’s probably just Bra-“ and you can’t even finish your sentence as a third wave of pain hits you, causing you to grip your knees and drop your head.
The room starts to spin as panic threatens to overwhelm you. Despite your attempts to remain calm, the pain feels unbearable, and the fear of giving birth without Paige by your side grips you like a vice.
"Aniyah, we need to go," Leilani says firmly, her voice cutting through the fog of panic that clouds your mind.
But you shake your head, the thought of facing labor alone filling you with a paralyzing dread. Tears blur your vision as you struggle to find the strength to stand, your heart pounding in your chest.
"I can't- I can’t do this without her," you whisper, the words catching in your throat as the next contraction hits you like a freight train.
Dawn moves closer, her hand reaching out to grasp yours in a gesture of solidarity. "We'll get you there, Niyah," she says softly, her voice filled with determination. "We won't let you go through this alone and we’ll get Paige okay? Everything’s gonna be fine, you’re gonna have a safe and healthy delivery but the only way we can do that is if we get you to the hospital”
You nod and with their support, you manage to rise to your feet, leaning heavily on Leilani as you make your way to the door. Every step feels like an eternity, the pain radiating through your body with each movement.
Outside, the world seems to blur as you're guided into the waiting car, the urgency of the situation pressing down on you like a weight. Leilani slides into the driver's seat, her hands steady on the wheel as she navigates through the streets towards the hospital. You can faintly hear through the ringing in your ears that Dawn’s in the back seat calling the UCONN team manager to somehow find a way to get Paige to the hospital. Immediately.
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(I wanted to include Paige’s perspective)
Paige isn’t on her best game as of right now, even though UCONN’s winning she doesn’t feel like she’s really focused on what’s happening. All she can think about is you at home, rooting for her from the couch.
UCONN’s up by seven by halftime and when she heads back to the locker room to check her phone she’s surprised and honestly a bit worried to see there’s been no recent texts from you. She has no time to stress over it though as Geno rushes the team over to talk strategy.
Once he’s finished Paige jogs back to her phone to check her texts and they’re still empty. She sends a quick “Everything okay bby?” before dropping her phone back in her bag, not even checking to see if it sent (which it does not as the locker room wifi is straight ass).
Third quarter starts and the team is on a roll, chemistry at an all time high, handing out three’s and assists like crazy.
Around five minutes in, Nika has the ball and runs it up the court and towards the basket, she goes in for a layup but turns at the last second to pass it to Paige who stands at the three-point line. She goes to shoot, quickly glancing at the bench to see the team manager on the phone and a few other staff huddled around Geno, which wouldn’t be strange if they weren’t glancing up at Paige every two seconds.
She lets go of the ball. Miss
Geno immediately calls a timeout.
The team rushes over out of breath and Geno pulls Paige off to the side with the team manager as he lets the assistant coach give feedback to the other girls.
The team manager still has the phone pressed to his ear, sharing panicked and hushed whispers with whoever’s on the other side of the device.
“-aige! Paige! Hello?” Coach’s been snapping his fingers in front of her face for a minute now, she hasn’t noticed that Geno subbed her out for another player and the timeouts been over. All she can do is glare at the phone, letting her thoughts overtake her.
“Huh?” she replies out of breath still staring at the manager.
“It’s about Aniyah”
that immediately grabs her attention.
“What’s wrong?”
“She’s in labor..”
“Are you fucking serious? Since when??” she doesn’t mean to swear at coach but there’s no way they’ve been keeping this from her.
“Not long! not long” he reassures “it’s been about fifteen minutes since they left the hou-“
“Fifteen god damn minutes? Coach are you serious, I need to go. Like now” she turns to run to the locker room but Geno grips her wrist.
“I’m not trying to stop you from going so calm down first” he says noticing the immediate scowl on her face “Just wishing you good luck, kid” and pats her shoulder approvingly, nodding her off to the lockers.
By now everyone’s noticed that UCONN’s star player has left the court so by the time the manager escorts her back to the locker rooms there’s tons of media standing at the doors. She shoves past them and into the locker room, ripping off her uniform, and storming back out. Thankfully security has moved them from the doors so she’s able to make a quick exit.
She throws her bag in the back of her car and hops into the front seat. Gripping the steering wheel knowing her life won’t ever be the same after today.
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As the car speeds towards your destination, you find yourself clinging to the hope that Paige will arrive in time, that she'll be there to hold your hand and offer you the strength you so desperately need. But with each passing moment, the fear gnaws at you, threatening to consume you entirely.
By the time you reach the hospital, you're trembling with a mixture of pain and fear, your heart racing as you're wheeled into the maternity ward. The nurses swarm around you, their voices a blur as they prepare you for the impending birth.
Your nurse, Jada, escorts you to your room promising she’ll be back in a minute to help you get more situated. She leaves, finally giving you a minute to breathe, Dawn helps you out of the wheelchair and lets you waddle your way to the hospital bed. Dawn helps you remove your crocs and scoots behind you to put your braids into a a wonky looking ponytail. Leilani’s currently downstairs waiting for Paige to arrive so she can show her to your room.
As Dawn finishes securing your braids into a makeshift pony, she notices the worry etched across your face. She places a gentle hand on your back, offering a reassuring squeeze.
"You're doing great, hun," Dawn says softly, her voice laced with empathy. "I know this is overwhelming, but you're so strong. And remember, Paige is on her way. She'll be here soon."
You nod, grateful for Dawn's comforting words, but the panic still lingers beneath the surface. "What if something goes wrong? What if I can't do this?"
Dawn's expression softens even further as she meets your gaze. "Hey, listen to me," she says firmly. "You can do this. You're a fighter, Niyah. And Paige will be here before you know it. We're all rooting for you."
Just then, Jada returns, her warm smile offering a small sense of reassurance. "Alright, let's get you settled in," she says, wheeling over a bedside table and helping you adjust the pillows behind your back.
You try to lighten the mood by making a joke as you lay back “Paige’s gonna be pissed at me, she had a feeling the baby was coming today” I chuckle lightly.
“You already know her ass is gonna bust in here on some hero shit” Dawn laughs back.
You go to laugh at her joke but are quickly cut off by an extra strong contraction. It forces you to double over your belly and reach out for Dawn’s hand, she rushes to your side as you squeeze so hard your knuckles turn white. This contraction is particularly strong and it draws a long groan from your lips as you continue to hold on to Dawn for support.
In the midst of the chaos, you hear the sound of quick footsteps approaching, as the contraction dies down you turn to see Paige rushing towards you, her eyes wide with concern and love, Leilani trailing after.
"I’m here baby, I’m here" she says, her voice filled with relief as Dawn moves from you to have Paige replace her.
Paige is there to comfort you for a while but the contractions get worse with every minute that passes. Your body aches and you feel like your bodies already been through labor a hundred times.
As the pain of the contractions intensifies, you find yourself gasping for breath, each wave of agony threatening to overwhelm you entirely. Despite Dawn's reassuring presence by your side, the pain is relentless, leaving you feeling desperate for relief.
With tears of frustration pooling in your eyes, you turn to Paige, your voice trembling with exhaustion. "I don't know if I can do this anymore," you whisper, your words barely audible over the sound of your labored breathing.
Paige's heart breaks at the sight of your distress, her expression filled with love and concern as she reaches out to gently stroke your hair. "it's okay, mamas” she murmurs soothingly, her voice a comforting presence amidst the chaos. "You're doing so good, you wanna get that epidural now?” she leans down to kiss your cheek.
You’ve been trying to hold back tears this whole time, trying to put up a front for everyone but when Paige asks you that question the dam breaks and you burst into tears.
You nod a ‘yes’ “I-I’m not like- weak for that right..?” You hiccup out in between sobs.
It absolutely destroys Paige’s heart seeing so upset “No love, not at all” , she leans in closer, her warm breath brushing against your cheek. "Let's get you some relief, okay?" she suggests softly, her gaze unwavering as she meets your eyes. "You deserve to feel comfortable, and that doesn’t take away how brave you are for doing any of this in the first place"
With Paige's words ringing in your ears, you nod, a sense of gratitude washing over you. As the medical team prepares to administer the epidural, Paige stays by your side, her hand firmly clasped in yours as you ready yourself for the procedure.
As the needle pierces your skin, a sharp pang of discomfort shoots through your body, but Paige's steady presence offers a sense of grounding amidst the pain. With each passing moment, you feel the tension slowly melt away, replaced by a profound sense of relief and gratitude.
As the effects of the epidural begin to take hold, you sink back against the pillows, your body finally able to relax after hours of relentless agony.
You get in an hour or two of sleep before Jada comes back in to check your dilation.
“We’re at an eight right now, moms. Nearing a nine, I’d say baby girl’s ready to pop in the next two hours” she smiles, getting up from her stool and pulling off her gloves.
You groan at the sound of two more hours of this and you can feel the epidural slowly starting to wear off. Paige smiles lightly, squeezing your hand as she’s sat in chair that she pulled up to your bed.
“I know, I know” Jada sympathizes, she smiles asking if you guys need anything before she goes. When nobody says anything she reminds that she’ll be back within the hour.
“I seriously can’t do another two hours, babe” you try to joke but the thought brings tears to your eyes again. “and i’m so fucking sick of crying! that’s all i’ve been doing for literally like the past six hours, and I’m hungry” you scrub hard at your eyes with the back of your hands and pout.
“I know ma, I know, I told you I’d order a bunch of shit from wherever you want after the baby comes” she smiles rubbing your knuckles.
Still pouting you respond “You better hold up on that promise too”
She chuckles a bit harder this time nodding. Her phone buzzes from where it lays next to your leg on the bed, she picks it up checking her messages and her face immediately breaks into a smile.
“The teams here, they wanted to talk to you real quick before the baby comes. Want me to go grab ‘em?”
You nod tiredly, over the years you’ve been with Paige those girls have been nothing short of sisters to you and them coming to see you at the hospital warms your heart to no end.
A short while later the girls shuffle in, staying in the corner of the room to talk to you and Paige (Dawn and Leilani left to grab you and Paige some stuff from the apartment). It’s sweet that they keep a distance, like they think they’ll hurt the baby by just entering your space bubble but towards the end of the conversation the epidural’s fully wore off and Paige let’s the girls know, sending them away with hugs and promising updates.
Paige comforts you about an hour longer when you start to feel like you need to push. You tell Paige and she quickly calls for Jada to come back in. As the medical team springs into action, Jada returns with a sense of urgency, followed closely by a team of delivery nurses and a doctor. Their focused expressions convey a sense of readiness as they prepare for the imminent arrival of your baby.
Paige remains steadfast by your side, her grip on your hand unwavering as she offers words of encouragement and reassurance. With each passing moment, the intensity of the contractions builds, urging you to push with all your strength.
With each push, you can feel yourself getting more and more tired than the last. You feel like you’ve been pushing for hours at this point and you’re getting nowhere.
“I- I can’t..” You sob out “Paigey, I don’t wanna do it anymore.”
Paige's heart breaks at the sound of your distress, her own eyes filling with tears as she watches you struggle. With a gentle touch, she brushes away your tears, her voice soft and soothing as she speaks.
"You're doing amazing, baby," she murmurs, her voice filled with love and encouragement. "I understand how tired you are. You've been so strong, but it's okay to feel overwhelmed. We’re here for you, okay love? Just a few more pushes I know you got it in you”
As the medical team continues to offer support and guidance, Paige leans in close, her forehead resting against yours as she offers words of comfort.
"You're not alone, baby," she whispers, her voice a gentle reassurance in the midst of the chaos. "We're in this together, and I'll be right here by your side, no matter what."
With renewed determination, fueled by Paige’s words and the medical team. With each push, you feel a surge of energy coursing through your body, propelling you closer to the moment of your baby's arrival.
And then, finally, after what feels like an eternity of struggle and perseverance, you feel the unmistakable sensation of your baby. With one final push, a rush of overwhelming emotion washes over you as you hear the cries of your newborn filling the room.
Tears of relief and joy stream down your face as Paige's grip tightens on your hand, her own eyes shining with unshed tears. As the nurses clean up baby Gianni, you and Paige eagerly anticipate the moment when you can hold her close for skin-to-skin contact. With each passing second, your hearts swell with anticipation, longing to feel the warmth of your newborn against your own skin.
Finally, the moment arrives as the nurses carefully place baby Gianni back into your waiting arms. With trembling hands, you cradle her against your chest, feeling the weight of her tiny body nestled against you. Paige's eyes shimmer with unshed tears as she leans in close, her hand resting gently on Gianni's back as she marvels at the sight before her.
"She's perfect," Paige whispers, her voice filled with awe and wonder. "Absolutely perfect."
You nod in agreement, unable to tear your gaze away from the precious baby in your arms.
After you've had your precious moments of skin-to-skin contact with baby Gianni, you turn to look up at Paige as she has stood to her full height to admire the two of you together. You can see her staring at Gianni, itching to touch her again.
“Babe? You wanna hold her?”
She’s still holding back tears so she silently nods, going to take off her shirt leaving her in a regular black sports bra. She sits back in the chair next to your bed and with gentle hands, you carefully pass Gianni into Paige's waiting arms, a soft smile gracing both of your faces as you witness the profound connection between mother and child.
Paige's eyes glisten with unshed tears as she cradles Gianni against her chest, her touch tender and loving as she gazes down at her newborn daughter. As Gianni snuggles closer to Paige, a sense of peace settles over the room, the bond between mother and child palpable in the air.
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12/28/23
The soft morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the hospital room where you and Paige are nestled with baby Gianni. As you watch your precious daughter sleep peacefully in her bassinet, a sense of contentment washes over you, filling the room with an aura of tranquility.
Suddenly, there's a gentle knock on the door, followed by the sound of excited voices. With a smile, you glance over at Paige, anticipation dancing in your eyes as you both know who's about to walk in.
As the door opens, Dawn and Leilani, step into the room, their faces beaming with joy and excitement. They crowd around the bassinet, their voices a chorus of admiration as they coo over baby Gianni.
"She's so tiny!" Dawn exclaims, her eyes sparkling with delight as she reaches out to gently stroke Gianni's cheek.
Leilani nods in agreement, her expression filled with awe. "She's so freakin perfect, just like her moms."
Your best friends coo over her a bit more before saying their goodbyes, leaving with a hug.
The next people to knock on the door are the UCONN team, Paige beams with pride as she introduces Gianni to her teammates, a sense of pride evident in every word she speaks. With each passing moment, the room fills with laughter and conversation, the camaraderie between friends adding to the warmth of the moment.
But the excitement doesn't end there. Soon after, both yours and Paige's families arrive, their faces alight with anticipation as they prepare to meet their newest member.
As they enter the room, their eyes light up at the sight of Gianni, their voices filling the air with expressions of joy and wonder. Tears of happiness glisten in your mother's eyes as she reaches out to cradle her granddaughter in her arms, her heart overflowing with love.
Paige's parents are equally ecstatic, their smiles wide as they shower Gianni with kisses and affection. In that moment, surrounded by the love and support of your families, you feel a sense of gratitude wash over you, knowing that Gianni is already surrounded by so much love.
As the morning unfolds, the room fills with laughter and conversation, the joy of new beginnings permeating every corner. Together, you and Paige watch as Gianni is welcomed into the embrace of your families, knowing that she is already cherished beyond measure.
In the quiet moments that follow, you take a moment to soak in the love and happiness that fills the room, grateful for the journey that has brought you to this moment. With Gianni in your arms and Paige by your side, you know that your family is complete.
#uconn wbb#paige bueckers x reader#paige bueckers#uconn huskies#wlw#women’s basketball#ncaa women’s basketball#ncaa#domestic fluff#fluff#angst#paige bueckers x black!fem reader#oc
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could you do paige w a black gf hcs??
A/N: i wanted to say real quick that i am white and have also not been in a relationship with a black woman before! so please feel free to give me feedback or let me know if i wrote something that was inappropriate! the last thing i want is to make anyone uncomfortable <3
Paige Bueckers x BlackGf!Reader Headcannons
quite literally obsessed with you
will not let you go out alone, always wants to be with you
like i mean everywhere, whether it’s to go your hair done or to go grocery shopping, she’s always asking to go with you
hell, even if you just want to shower, she’s asking to join you
always sends you things that remind her of you
“saw this makeup look on instagram and i think you should try it”
you literally can’t buy anything because she’s always paying for you
“put your card away, that’s my job”
matches your attitude 100%, she’s so sassy with you
“fine, i can pout too, you know”
loves little touches of affection, she loves when you hug her from behind or hold her hand under the table
worships the ground you walk on, everything about you drives her crazy
you’d buy her a promise ring or matching necklaces or something like that and she’d never take it off
she’s a sucker for when you wear her jersey
loves kissing you: lips, cheeks, forehead, thighs, literally every inch of you
always finds you after her games
“can we just go home? i really need you right now”
the most jealous person you’ve ever met, always sneaking kisses and dangerous touches just so that people know who you belong to
she’s also such a good listener
if you’re having a bad day or get in an argument with someone, she’s always there to let you rant
she makes sure you always feel comfortable talking to her about everything
if you ever ask for her to teach you how to play basketball or for her to really talk about anything she likes in general, she goes all out and gets so excited to share it with you
she’s tough on the outside, but with you? she’s the softest, cheesiest person you’ve ever met
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THIS IS THE SONG FOR PAIGE X BLACK! READER!!!
heavy on cocoa butter kisses 😩🫶🏾
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clean up nice
pairing: paige bueckers x reader
word count: 1.5k
c/w: fingering, public sex, language
synopsis: um! paige looks too good in her fit for the draft tonight!
a/n: the white suit that's really all anyway happy draft! tune in!
“Oh.”
“You like?” Paige grins, giving me a spin.
I swallow tightly. “Like” is an understatement - perhaps the understatement. She’s dressed in an all white two-piece suit, omitting the blazer in favor of a cross body Louis Vuitton bag. She wears a silk button-down underneath the vest, and a chain peeks out from under her collar.
I can’t find the words to respond to her question as my eyes drink the rest of her in. Golden hoop earrings glisten on her ears, and her clear blue eyes are highlighted by the dark mascara that coats her lashes. When she blinks, I catch sight of the shimmer on her eyelids. Her hair is wavy, two strands framing her face, but the rest braided away to fall down her back in loose curls.
And the rings. There are rings adorning her long, lithe fingers. I try not to think about how cool that metal must feel to the touch.
“Dude?
“Huh? Yes. What?” I stammer.
Her grin slowly turns to a smirk. “I think you do like,” she notes slyly.
My mouth is dry. “You look- you look good, P,” I manage to say, trying desperately to hold my voice steady. She takes measured steps towards me, that stupid smirk still gracing her face. We’re in a hotel in New York, about to head to the WNBA Draft, where her teammates Nika and Aaliyah will begin their professional careers. I’m helping with hair and makeup for the event.
“You clean up pretty nice yourself,” she smiles, reaching me and running her hands down my sides. I’m dressed in a strapless black dress, my hair done up in a bun with some strands framing my face. Her hands move smoothly to my ass as her mouth covers mine in a slow, sensual kiss. She squeezes, her large hands unabashed and eager as she slips her tongue into my mouth. “Come on, ma. Lemme get you once before we go,” she murmurs against my lips.
I sigh against her mouth, loosening my grip on her vest, my knuckles nearly as white as the material. “No, Paige. You still have to get through pictures. And we have to get Li and Nika to the carpet.” She edges her knee between my legs. “You know you want it,” Paige urges. “Of course I do,” I whisper. “But we really have to go.” She groans, pulling away. “You’re not going to sleep tonight without letting me fuck you in that dress, you hear?”
I peck her lips once more. “You better make good on that promise, baby.” Her eyes roll up into her head at the nickname. “Fuck, bro,” she grumbles, and I laugh, ignoring the aching wetness in between my legs.
I lead Paige out of the hotel room and into the elevator, but as soon as the metal doors close behind us, she has me pressed against a wall, a hand at my jaw as her mouth moves feverishly against mine.
“Paige!” I gasp. “Not here!”
“Just making sure you’re nice and wet for me when we get back.”
I moan softly as she moves her lips to my neck, letting my eyes flutter closed as her hands wander back to my ass.
“I’m gonna be wet all day, then,” I complain, bracing a hand at the back of her neck.
“Good,” she murmurs, biting at my skin. She pulls back to look at me, then kisses me hard. “I want it dripping out of you.”
Then she’s facing forward like nothing has happened, walking coolly out of the elevator when the doors ding and open. I take a second to gather myself, then strut out behind her, taking her arm.
We take a car to the draft venue, and I do a couple last minute touch ups for Aaliyah and Nika before they head out onto the carpet. As I highlight Nika’s nose, I catch Paige’s eyes on me. She runs a hand over her jaw, watching me intently, then bites her lip, shaking her head. She looks away, pretending to talk to Celeste and Azzi, and I roll my eyes.
We watch as photographers snap pictures of Aaliyah and Nika, and Paige’s hand snakes around my waist, pulling my back flush to her torso. “You should be on a red carpet somewhere,” she murmurs. I bite back a smile. “Thank you,” I say politely. “Actually,” Paige continues. “You should be naked in my bed right now.” My eyelids flutter. Fuck.
“Or better yet,” she says softly, leaning next to my ear. “You should leave it on. Your tits look fucking amazing in this dress.”
“Paige,” I warn.
“Nah, matter of fact… I want both.”
I pause, confused, but my heart hammering with need and arousal.
“I wanna fuck you with it on… and then I wanna rip it off of you and fuck you like that, too.”
“Oh, my-”
“Would you let me?” Her breath is hot against my ear, and I can feel her lips moving. The wetness in between my legs has grown unbearable.
“Bathroom,” I breathe out, and strut away from her, down the hall.
Luckily, this is one of those fancy venues that has nice, individual bathrooms rather than stalls. I push the door open to one of them, then wait a few seconds before I hear a knock. I open the door carefully, and Paige shoves her way inside, practically flinging me against the sink.
I moan against her mouth as her hand circles my neck and she kisses me deeply, breathing hard through her nose. “Fuck, you taste good,” she groans, rucking my dress up. “Five minutes. That’s it,” I command, but she’s already kicking my legs open. “Gimme two,” she growls, suckling at the tops of my breasts spilling out of the dress.
Her hand moves between my legs to pull my panties to the side, and I whine when she slips a finger in, her rings cool against my walls. “You’re soaked,” she mumbles, looking up at me. “I didn’t even touch you.” She doesn’t move her finger, just leaves it inside of me, and I wiggle for friction. Her other hand stills my hips. “You get to come when you tell me why you’re so fucking wet, ma,” she says, her mouth twisting into a smug smile. “You just… look so pretty,” I pant, squirming under her gaze and touch.
Her smile gets wider. “You’re all wet… because I’m pretty?” Paige teases. “Yes,” I gasp. “How pretty?” She demands. “You can feel it, can’t you?” I whimper, biting my lip. She moves her finger in and out of me, slowly, and I nearly sob from relief. “No, I’m just wondering…” Paige starts, then plunges another finger into me. I gasp, lurching towards her, but she shoves me back, fucking me with two fingers now. “Two finger pretty?”
Another one. I cry out as the third digit enters me. “Or three finger pretty?”
“However- however many you want,” I tell her, my tone wanton and pleading.
“I’mma fuck you with three, how’s that, ma?” She asks, but it’s not really a question.
She pounds into my with her fingers, and my head tips back, the stretch almost unbearable, her longest finger so close to that spot-
“Oh!”
“Right there?” My eyes meet hers, and I can hardly see the blues of her irises.
“Right there, Paige. Fuck- my clit. Can you- my clit…”
“I gotchu.” Her thumb begins circling my clit. “Come on, baby. You’re doing so good. Just come on my fingers like a good girl. That’s good, yeah. So fuckin’ good for me, just do whatever I say, yeah? You just wanna make me proud?”
“Got all dressed up for you, look so pretty for you. You wanna make me proud?”
Paige’s voice, the words she’s saying, her fingers plunging in and out and her thumb abusing my clit - it’s all too much. I smack my hand to my mouth and bite my palm hard enough that I think I break skin, screaming against my hand as I shatter all over her fingers.
“Oh, fuck, ma, just like that. So perfect for me like that.”
“Paige,” I gasp, bucking my hips to ride out my high, my legs shaking as she eases her fingers out and reaches for toilet paper to clean us both up.
“Man, I can’t wait to take this off of you and do this again tonight,” she grins.
I turn to the mirror, trying to fix my appearance before having to face everyone else again. My chest is shiny with sweat, my cheeks flushed with more than just blush. My eyes are glazed over, and I have to tug my dress down to cover my ass again. “Paige,” I complain. “Look what you did.”
I try desperately to fix my hair, but it’s fallen out of its updo. “You look fine,” she reassures me, coming behind me to place a kiss at my temple. I stare at her in the mirror. Frustrated, I shake my hair out of the bobby pins, placing them into her outstretched palm. “This is your fault,” I gripe.
She raises her eyebrows. “Oh yeah?” She smirks.
“Yes,” I snap, turning to her. “You just clean up too nice.”
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late nights
paige bueckers x fem!reader
warnings: mentions of intercourse/private parts, overwhelmingly cute and suffocating fluff towards the end, paige’s attitude (she’s so sassy bffr)
“paige move. my arm fell asleep.”
you can see her dimly from the streetlights shining through the window, not missing the way she rolls her eyes. you know she heard you, yet chooses to pretend like she didn’t. at her response, or lack thereof, you roll your eyes as well.
“paige i literally saw you roll your eyes..” when she doesn’t answer again, you start pushing on her shoulder in attempt to break your arm free. you catch a glimpse of the time on her bedside table,
1:33 am.
your girlfriend starts to groan, not happy with the new method. instead of sitting up like you want her to, she just rolls on top of you. you let out a huff at her weight fully resting on the entirety of your body. paige is a solid few inches taller than you and very, very muscular, which only adds to her weight. though you’re always happy to be close to her, her antics weren’t amusing.
“aw thanks paigey, now i just can’t breathe.”
“you’re welcome honey.”
she lifts her head, probably just so you can see the smug grin on her face. she pecks your lips and puts her head right back down into the crevice between your neck and shoulder.
you begin to feel the pins and needles in your arms from the new blood flow. it only makes you wince, and as if all the stars aligned for you tonight, paige decides to roll back to her previous spot. right on top of your arm.
“paige! get off or i swear-“ she huffs and sits up, side-eyeing you from her position.
though she’s getting on your absolute last nerve, she does look beautiful. her black sports bra and pajama pants, hair in a bun, and her skin glowing so nice in the orange from the streetlight outside.
“why do you hate me?” her tone is laced with attitude, fronting a persona you and kk like to call “snarky and sassy.” and boy, does she live up to the name.
“i don’t hate you paige.”
“oh really? but you don’t want to cuddle me”
“i do, c’mere. you were just-“ when she lays back down, intertwining your bodies together, you feel the pressure of her knee against your crotch. you don’t know if she did it on purpose or not, but it makes your face grow hot and you thank the lord above you’re facing away from the light. if she saw, she’d definitely tease you about it.
“um.. baby..”
“hm?” you feel her breath hot against your neck, which only adds to your new found body heat.
“your leg is in my vagina right now.”
“s’okay.”
“alright. just jam your knee into my crotch. it’s fine.” she lets out a loud huff, sitting up again. even through her huff, you don’t miss the way her stomach growls.
“hey babe?”
“yes paige?” you already know what she’s gonna say, and you also know how you’re going to respond. she’s interrupted your sleep for too long.
“i’m really hungry-“
“i’m not getting up.”
she stops for a minute, contemplating her options. she stands up, and for a second you believe she might just let you sleep,
but no.
she circles to the end of the bed, grabbing your feet and yanking you towards her. without hesitation, she wraps her arms around your back and lifts you up. you know your fate now, so you opt for wrapping your legs around her and accepting it.
“’m takin you with me.”
she carries you with ease through the darkness and into the kitchen. setting you down on the counter, she moves to the freezer and grabs the box of frozen sausage biscuits. she plops two on a plate and into the microwave and then quickly returns to the space between your parted legs.
“y’know.. i could’ve eaten you instead and we wouldn’t’ve had to get up” she says it with a smug little smirk, the one she has when she knows what she’s doing. she knows the affect she has on you.
her hands are on your thighs now, inching up under her shirt that you’re wearing and her fingers trail the line of your underwear. you’re so entrapped by her tactics that you realize you’ve been holding your breath. her whole hand is almost buried in your panties when the microwave beeps. she slowly pulls away and leaves you sitting there, burning alive. surely now she can see you blushing.
she sets the plate down beside you on the counter once she returns. still smirking, she runs her hands up your sides and they settle on your hips, pulling you closer to her and towards the edge of the counter. her fingers trace shapes on you, you think she’s drawing hearts but you’re honestly too tired to know.
she thinks to herself how beautiful you are and how lucky she is to have you. your skin is soft under her fingertips and she admires the scent of your body wash. she loves everything about you, can’t ever get enough. her skin tingles when you wrap your hands around her neck, playing with the loose hairs on the back of her neck.
she’s so entranced by you she almost forgets the biscuits growing cold. she motions the plate to you, a silent question ‘do you want one?’ but you shake your head no. deep down she’s sorry for making you lose sleep, but she remembers if she didn’t then she wouldn’t get to see you like this, so the thought leaves as quickly as it came.
when shes washing her plate, she almost misses your little “love you.”
her heart pounds, her stomach flutters, and she swears no one has ever made her feel this way before. she wants to crawl under your skin so she never has to be without you.
“i love you too”
now she’s carrying you back to bed, tucking you in and fighting the urge to keep you awake so she can hear your voice all night. but you’re both tired now, so there’s no point.
your back is facing her and she pulls you into her chest, wrapping her arms around you so she knows you’re safe. and you are. with paige you’ll always be safe. the last thing you remember before drifting off is her lips kissing behind your ear and her nose nuzzling into your hair.
“goodnight pretty girl.”
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FIRST FIC WHATTTT
you know i had to hop on the paige train
i hope it’s bearable
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baby daddy.
paige bueckers x reader
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like guys . I don’t even know what to say rn . this is PURE fucking filth like yas there is some exposition in the beginning and its dialogue heavy but like ✋✋ just know this is fucking porn . So sorry for anon if this isn’t up to par but the wormz took over my brain and this is all i have to show for it . Love u so much for the idea tho <3
ANYWAYZZZ !!!! you and paige buy a strap. filth ensues.
MAJOR 18+ WARNING!!!!
“babe.”
it’s deadpan, borderline exasperated as you turn your head, meeting a wildly unimpressed expression from paige that makes you snort out loud, hand coming up to cover your mouth.
in your girlfriends hand, dangling from her fingers, is a dildo of some sorts, shaped horrifically in the form of an anatomically incorrect fist, and it’s almost impossible to keep your surprised laughter from bubbling out, taking a step closer with a look of awe.
“dude, you’re kidding,”
“babe, why are we even here? like, deadass i have two hands and ten fingers, this is so extra.”
to be fair, she had a point— those two hands and ten fingers had never done you wrong in the slightest, but this was simply an act of impulse, deciding just that morning after you guys had spent the time with each others hands down each others pants, you’d declared in a sudden rush of post-nut clarity, that you simply had to see paige in a strap.
which, was met with a bit of intrigue and then, obviously, because paige bueckers is competitive in anything she can consider herself good at, couldn’t help but interrogate you in outright disbelief.
‘so, what i’m hearing is that i’m not enough?” it was said in the tone she uses when her sarcasm is over the top, and you can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of you, slapping her arm.
‘baby, stop being so dramatic, oh my god.”
you’d kissed her to silence her delusions as to why you’d even brought it up in the first place, before explaining ever so gently that it was never a matter of what paige couldn’t do, and more so about the capabilities of what she could do, and that you promised it would be fun.
truly, she was on board after you’d told her that for some girls it was hard to use, so that, ‘if she couldn’t handle it, she could give up’ — of course paige would never back down from a challenge.
“you do have two hands, and i love them just the same. i just wanna try it, okay? is that okay?” you say it in your quiet, softest voice, and maybe you’re kinda being a brat because you know paige could never say no to you when you talk like that, or when you walk up to her, tracing a thumb against her cheek before pulling her down to peck her nose.
it’s immediate the way she chases your lips, presses a quick one to your mouth before she’s rolling her eyes, “anything for my baby, i guess.” but, she’s smiling, and that feels like more progress than before.
in the end, you guys end up picking something pretty beginner level— it’s only six inches, has a dual ended pleasure vibrator nestled in the crotch for the one wearing it and due to paige’s prompt request, it is in fact purple, which only makes you laugh at the excited shimmy she does as you both walk out, hand in hand, black, privacy sack swinging between her fingers.
“thought you were so against the idea?” you couldn’t help but tease her once you guys are in the car, music already blasting— you know all her music without really knowing it, but it’s definitely something by brent faiyaz.
“yeah,” she shrugs, “until i thought about getting to fuck you with it.” she says coyly, glancing over at you with a raised eyebrow before she’s pulling out of the lot, hand secured on your thigh.
you guys don’t really get to it that night, or the next day— instead settling for the slow, tired morning sex that you guys indulge in before her practice and then after, the languid, loving type of sex you both revel in for the evening when she’s back at the dorms.
no, for some reason, it isn’t until a week or so later that it suddenly comes up— and even then, you weren’t necessarily thinking about it too hard, not until the teams all at dinner. you, paige, KK, and aubrey all sit together, and it’s really in moments like these that you love to actually participate in conversations with the team— KK and aubrey had been one of the first to welcome you in with open arms after you and paige had begun dating, so you really felt most at ease with them, even if they could be complete idiots.
not like paige was any better.
it had started with someone making a tiktok, going around asking who they’d never let their son or daughter date— resoundingly, enough people said paige, which was both parts hilarious for you, and astounding for paige.
“bro! literally i’m like, the best girlfriend, that’s some bull.” she couldn’t help but scoff, even if she’s smiling just a little, “baby, i’m a good girlfriend, right?”
you purposely take a minute to answer, pretending to think about it until she grasps your thigh beneath the table, making you snicker as she squeezes, and suddenly, you know exactly the angle she’s playing.
“girl, i don’t trust you,“ KK snorts, making a face, “you’d probably get my kid pregnant or somethin’, like—“
KK’s words make paige snort, shrugging a bit, “shoot, i mean, no wonder they call me baby daddy.” she sticks her tongue out, entirely too immature for the setting of the restaurant, but it makes you warm all over anyway— you love her, even when she’s being childish, which is pretty much most of the time.
the conversation continues after that, and though you pay attention, laugh when it’s funny and answer when you need to, you can’t quite get that out of your head— baby daddy.
it makes you think.
it’s late by the time you guys get home, and true to paige’s fashion, the door is only shut and locked for a second before she’s behind you, pressing kisses to your neck and sliding hands up your shirt, humming quietly— “i’m a good girlfriend, yeah?”
it’s not often that paige asks for reassurance, mostly because she usually already knows, but it’s why it makes it extra special when she does.
“duh.” you whisper out, tilting your head back to grant her more access while she sneaks a hand into your jeans, forgoing the button entirely. her fingers are prodding against your clit when you let out a soft moan, your fluttering eyes only opening for half a second before they spot the black sack from across the room, your own hand gently grasping her wrist to still its movements.
“baby, why don’t we…?” your tilt your head in the direction, leaning your head sideways to try and capture her reaction.
surprisingly, she looks just as interested.
it’s comes out quietly, pressed to your temple, “get on the bed then.”
you don’t waste much time, stepping out of your jeans and your top until there’s nothing left but the black, simple thong that rests against your hips, crawling back against her purple sheets with an inquisitive look on your face while she pulled the thing from its plastic package.
“remember what you said earlier?” you say offhandedly as you watch paige’s muscles flex and tighten, looping the belt around her before she glances up at you, “which part?”
“baby daddy,” you can’t help but grin, tossing your head back against the bed, “just wanted to see how true that is.”
paige scoffs, and it’s obvious she likes that, plays into it even as she crawls onto the bed, looking down at you with a narrowed glance, “how true what is? that i could get you pregnant?”
it’s almost immediate the way your body flushes at that, the subconscious squeeze of your thighs together as you look up at her through lidded eyes, “mhm. is that bad?”
“i mean,” she’s smirking though, and her hand wraps around the strap on slowly, as if simulating it to be an extension of herself— it’s really fucking hot, “it’s sexy that you even thought about it like that,” she whispers, and you can practically see the confidence rising within her at the prospect, before her eyes flicker up at you. “wanna suck me off, ma?”
it makes something within you go haywire, and your mouth practically fills with saliva as if to prepare for it before you nod slowly, propping yourself up on your elbows before you stick your tongue out, paige’s blue orbs never leaving you for one second, before she’s sighing, hard under her breath, “fuuuck.”
she gets up on her knees, running her hands through your hair to gently guide your mouth down to the tip, her teeth teasing the bottom of her lip as you slowly slid the length into your mouth. it felt foreign, heavy on the tongue, but the texture was so lifelike, it almost felt like it was attached to paige.
“shit, baby,” she sounds out of breath as she thumbs your hair from your eyes, wanting to catch every dirty look you send up to her, mouth full and eyes watering, “god, you’re such… a slut.”
it must’ve been the strap or something, that had the endless string of dirty talk spilling from paige’s mouth, not entirely too uncommon and yet it had shifted the atmosphere completely. it felt lavacious, provocative, tantalizing even.
still, it makes the arousal pool between your legs, making you practically squeeze your thighs together again and again, chasing the feeling of some type of friction as paige pushed her hips up slightly, the tip only then touching the back of your throat and eliciting the first drop of a tear from your eye.
she notices, because she doesn’t miss a thing, and is slow as she pulls it from your mouth, eyes lingering on the string of saliva that connected your bottom lip from the tip of the strap.
she’s breathing heavy, blonde strands falling into her face, loose from the usual braid she kept her front pieces in as she grasps your jaw, “does that hurt?”
it doesn’t, but it makes you smirk that she even asks, shaking your head before you lean back now, head hitting the mattress as you open your thighs, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.
“you can make it hurt,” you suggest, and paige lets out a slow exhale, a teasing grin on her smile as she grasps it by the hilt, “you’re driving me fucking crazy, y’know that?” the words are hissed down at you, spoken between her lips, chapped from how hard she’d been breathing as she rubs the tip of the now warmed, messily lubricated length against your cunt, eyes narrowed and focused as she drags it up, then down.
“you’re so wet,” it sighs out of paige as if she doesn’t even realize that she’d said it, a whine puffing past your lips involuntarily, ready to spit some type of urgency towards her, until she pushes in, finally, and you fucking gasp.
it was unlike what you’d really ever felt before— especially having never been with men or experimenting with penetration on this degree. it’s thicker than you expect, thicker than paige’s fingers combined, and your back arches upwards off the bed, right as paige grasps your hip to keep you right in place. “shh, shh— fuck, you’re so good, baby.”
“ohhh- oh fuck, paige—“ the words come out in a mess of noises, as you fling an arm over your face to try and focus on the comforting rub of paige’s thumb, the smell of her cologne, instead of the stretching, hot pressure that’s collected between your legs.
it only takes a couple moments before it doesn’t completely hurt, but the second that it does, you can finally blink your watery eyes open, letting out a soft moan at the furrowed eyebrows on paige’s face, her own lips parted as she carefully gives a shallow thrust into you, the subsequent friction of the dull, now audible buzzing of the vibrator on the other end of the dildo against her clit and it’s obvious.
it’s in the way she grunts, tongue darting out to seek attention to her bottom lip. “s’that feel good?” she’s panting already, and it makes your stomach swirl in arousal, nodding quickly as she gives another slow, but shallow thrust that sends immediate shivers up your spine, a rush of rampant pleasure up your stomach as you let out a groan, “more?”
it doesn’t take long for paige to find a rhythm— surprising considering her dancing abilities— and once she does, you can practically sense the confidence that radiates off of her. it’s in the way she wraps an arm around your thigh to hoist your leg up, higher, higher, until your cunt is on full display, and she’s leaning atop you, pressing wet kisses to your breasts as she drags her hips into you, each push making you both shudder out a moan.
“shit, baby— so fucking— so fucking wet. wan’me to fuck a baby into you, huh?” paige always has a habit of going on these fuck-drunk tangents, ones that usually send you careening over the edge in due time, but this— it makes you mewl into her ear, the thick, heavy weight of the strap punching into you, deeper than you or paige could ever reach, and it makes your hips jerk upwards, wanting more of it, all of it.
for half a second, you hoped, by some weird anatomical technique, she could get you pregnant.
“ohhh— fuck! paige, paige— pleasepleaseplease—“ what you’re begging for, even you can’t decipher, but it’s really just to make sure that she rocks into you like that again.
and she does— again and again, drool collecting in the corner of your mouth from how long your lips have been parted, and paige looks at you, delirious and flushed as she drags her thumb over your mouth, wipes away the spit and reaches between you two.
before you can figure it out, you feel her finger tracing the outside of your stretched cunt, the wetness that’s collected there as she lets out a wanton sigh, something more high pitched than what paige usually grunts out, “stretching you s’good, baby— fucking- take it, jus’ like that— fuck, wanna fuck you stupid, baby.”
it’s almost too much. your head presses hard against the comforter as paige’s hips push flush against your own, the final stab of the length being inside of you makes your head swim, your body acting upon it’s own accord as your thighs, shaking, squeeze around paige’s hips, your stomach flexing and jumping as paige gives up whatever bit of composure or control she has left, before she’s quick to fuck into you without a single strand of resistance.
it’s hot, heady, and the sweat that collects on the surface of your skin is almost like a sense of accomplishment as her face falls into your neck, your thighs pushed impossibly high to give her the best angle, as she ruts into you. the slight curve of the dildo somehow gives a direct angle to your g-spot, and it punches a shout out of you, one that’s followed with a crying whine that even you knew was bound to get you both caught.
“fffuck— shhh- shut the fuck up—“ her mouth is on your neck in an instant, other hand quick to clamp over your mouth, but the friction against paige’s clit has her bottom lip quivering, struggling to close as each of her gravelly, breathy moans launch right into your ear, and it’s clear that she’s being greedy, grinding the strap into your cunt for the effort of chasing her own high, and it’s fucking sexy.
this deep, you can almost feel the fucking vibrator, and it reduces you into nothing— fingers twine into paige’s hair, sweaty and sticky, as she fucks into you with reckless abandon, the bed frame squeaking in protest, your cunt wet enough that you can fucking hear it, can feel it drip onto the bed below, feel it coating the sheets and paige’s thighs and you think she’s about to orgasm with how quick her breath has gotten, how shaky her hips are with each incessant thrust, like an earthquake pulsing through your body and it makes you sob, because it feels so fucking good, and paige is so deep, you can feel her everywhere.
“wanna cum inside of’you— ohmyfuck- please, wanna fuck my babies into you— iloveyou, so, fucking- so fu-ucking sexy, baby, fuck.”
it’s all gibberish really, a promise that makes you turn into a pile of mush, because you can feel your cunt tighten around it— delusionally, you imagine paige can feel it too— because even her declaration of love is enough to send you flying over the edge as your legs tighten around her hips, the vibrator nestled deep against paige’s clit until she’s coming too, and it’s a glorious thing to hear— ripping from her throat in a cacophony of throaty groans and whines that mimic yours, only deeper, grittier.
she thrusts into you, sloppy and out of control until you can feel her release on your cunt, spread against your thighs, the dull vibration now pressing hot and wet against you, so much so that it makes your body flood in aftershock, pleasure wracking through you in earnest as your body twitches and jumps, every embarrassingly high pitched noise ripping from your throat, as paige’s go muddled and unintelligible against your neck.
it’s like a cathartic release of sorts, leaving you feeling boneless and jellied in the wake as you slowly return to your senses, fucked out and exhausted as you try to experimentally move your hips, but the soreness between your legs is almost unfathomable.
“shit—“ you hiss as paige finally lifts her head, her own hand slow to guide the strap from your abused cunt, and it’s clear by, not only the tired, almost loopy smirk on her face, but the redness in her eyes, the wetness coating her lashes, that she’d enjoyed herself as much as you had— and while sex between you had always been mutual, it wasn’t often you got to see her fully release like that.
“was that good, hm? did i do okay?” she’s always quick to look for approval, her hand coming up to brush the tears from your face, to pepper a light array of kisses against your lips, chapped and puffy, as you let out a tired laugh, “fucking duh, that shit was… so hot,” you trace her blonde strands, plastered to her forehead, away from her face, “don’t think i’ve ever heard you sound like that.”
it makes her cheeks red, eyes rolling with a scoff, as she lets out a quiet laugh, already trying to play it off as cocky instead of flushed, “well- yeah, ‘cause, i was watching you take my dick.” you slap her arm weakly with a snort, wincing at her usage of words, “ew, you’re so gross.”
“and you’re so pretty,” she counters, before pressing a quick kiss to your mouth.
you both don’t really try to address the fact that there was probably no way you’d both been quiet enough to not at least alert one of the girls, but you ignore it anyway.
besides, it’s only KK that ends up putting you both in a group message the next morning, sending a string of angry emojis and a text that says, ‘bye im moving rooms’.
you both laugh, because you know she’s not, and more so, you all three know it wasn’t the first time and definitely not the last.
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PAIGE BUECKERS AS A MOM: HEADCANONS
*Paige and Reader are aged up. Think early-30s, mid 30s*
Adoption, IVF, or Surrogacy?
Well, no matter what, P would love your babies whether they were biologically yours or adopted. But, you wanted to experience pregnancy and the both of you decided to go through with IVF. You definitely weren’t a fan of the painful shots that Paige had to administer, but she was always there to make sure you were as comfortable as possible.
Imagine this: while you showered, Paige washed her hands, got the needle ready, and got out your most comfortable clothes. She’d even ran to the store to get your favorite snacks.
She waited for you while you showered, just sitting on the toilet lid and making simple conversation with you. Paige had grabbed you a warm towel (after a cycle in the dryer) and held it out for you when she heard the water stop.
Wrapping the towel around yourself, you stepped out, already dreading what you knew was coming next. You were more quiet than usual, and Paige already knew what was going on in your head.
She stepped closer to you as you approached the marble her’s and her’s sinks in your bathroom. Paige’s hands cradled your face, she huffed at the tears welling in your eyes. But she wiped them away before they could’ve even fall. “It’ll just be a pinch, and then you’re done my love.”
You whined, “yeah, for like four hours!”
You’d have to receive multiple shots a day for approximately 2 weeks. You wouldn’t say that you regretted the process, but it was definitely rough on you.
Paige leaned down to kiss your forehead, a comforting look on your face. “Take a few deep breaths,” Paige instructed you.
You did as she instructed, running your hands up and down your face. When you ready, which you confirmed with a nod, Paige lifted up the side of your towel, exposing your thigh. She moved fast and pushed down on the plunger of the syringe.
You let out a light moan, squeezing Paige’s bicep in response to the pain. “Good, good girl.”
Girl or boy?
You guys actually have 2 girls and one boy, so both! Your two girls seem to gravitate toward Paige, and your little boy (the baby of the bunch) gravitates toward you. He’s actually your shadow lol.
Even though you carried the babies, you still feel like they look like Paige in some ways. Their bone structure is remarkably similar to Paige’s and their lips as well (Paige got on your nerves your entire pregnancy lol, iykyk).
Names!
I think that Paige would like names that have a lot of meaning to you guys, and she’s not a fan of typical trending names.
Imagine you two are laying down in your bedroom, you on your back and her head resting slightly on your bump.
You hummed, “Ava?”
“That’s cute, but no. I feel like it’s too popular. And don’t suggest anything like River.”
You rolled your eyes, “I wasn’t even going to suggest that!”
“We gotta keep thinking, babe. I’ll be damned if my daughter has the same name as someone else in her class.” Paige remarks and kisses her teeth.
“I Need a Break!”
As all couples experience after having kids, you and Paige want time to yourselves. So you’ll end up sending them off to each of your parents or one of their many, many aunties for what you call a “field trip.”
“Wait, honey bun,” you call after your second daughter. You and Paige were trying to get the kids ready to go with KK. You’d stuffed some toys, an extra change of clothes, and other things into her cute little Dora backpack.
“When do we get to come back home?” Niamh pouted up at you, hugging your leg.
“Baby, you haven’t even left yet.” Honestly, you were a little tickled. “Come on, let’s go see what Mommy’s doing.”
You let her lead you down the hallway to your little boy’s room where Paige was struggling to get a shoe onto his foot. You know how you try to put a shoe on a baby and they just roll their ankle the whole time? Yeah.
“Kairo, please!” Paige begged. Upon your presence, Paige looked up at you, exasperated.
“Hi,” you smiled. “How’s it going?”
She huffed, blowing the bangs that she’d left out of the space buns she was rocking out of her face. You two decided to twin for the day. “You see how it’s going, babe.”
Niamh had run off to Paige, sitting directly in her lap. “Mommy, I want to be just like you.”
The both of you gushed, your hands reaching for Kairo. “Kai babe, let me see your foot please.”
He held it out easily, allowing you to slip the shoe on and fasten the velcro.
Paige’s jaw dropped.
“I’m just that good, baby,” you shrugged. “Don’t hate the player, hate the game.”
You stood up from the carpet, “where’s my first born?”
“Miri’s (short for Mirielle) in her room, doing some puzzles. She’s already good to go.” Paige answered.
Next was her room. You knew that she was good to go, but you wanted to check on her before they left. Ever since her siblings were born you and Paige made sure that Mirielle never felt neglected as the oldest baby.
She sat at her princess play table, finishing a puzzle of Princess Tiana. You peaked around the corner, “ready to go sugar plum?”
Mirielle nodded, “can Auntie KK hurry up? I need a break from you guys.” She took after Paige in the sass department. “All of your forehead kisses get exhausting.”
“Well, I need one more before you go so…”
You guys take quarterly family vacations.
QUARTERLY, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?????? Paige will always put her family first, and loves to treat you guys to fun things if she can!
What is it like on a sick day?
Paige absolutely loses it. Everyone will be on bedrest, and Paige could care less about getting sick too, because she let’s the babies be all over her. They’re having a hard time sleeping. She invites them to sleep with you guys. Paige will spoil them rotten, and she knows it, but she doesn’t care!
Handling bullies.
You guys had tried it all. There were days where Mirielle would be in tears after school because of girls picking on her. You’d gone to the teachers at her school first, administration at her school, and at some point Paige was just ready to pull up on the little girls’ parents.
“Okay babe, what did we say we’re going to do if they pick on you today?” Paige asked as she stood behind Mirielle, brushing her coils into a puff in the middle of her head.
“I’m going to… punch… her? Mommy that doesn’t feel right,” Mirielle frowned.
Paige really didn’t believe that violence was the answer, but those girls just didn’t seem to listen and she didn’t want Miri to grow up thinking that she wasn’t worthy of respect.
“Well no, you don’t have to punch her, but stand your ground and be firm. If she’s mean to you, it’s okay to defend yourself. Understand?”
Mirielle nodded eagerly.
“But I’m just saying… if she hits you first then…” Paige trailed off with her hands in surrender.
AUTHOR’S NOTE!
this didn’t take as long as i thought it would so hey 😍 but here it is. as you may have noticed, my headcannons don’t have like 15 topics, but that’s because i like to write detailed blurbs, so if you guys want more i can just make another part to this. thanks for reading!
#paige bueckers x reader#paige bueckers x oc#paige bueckers x black reader#paige bueckers fanfiction#paige bueckers#wlw headcanons#wlw#uconn wbb#meech la major
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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 message 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
#paige bueckers#uconn wbb#uconn women’s basketball#wlw#wbb#paige bueckers x reader#thick!reader#curvy!reader#black!reader
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☺︎ masterlist ☺︎
☺︎ started: 3/28/24 ☺︎
☺︎ updated: 4/21/24 ☺︎
☺︎ senior night ☺︎
☺︎ you're the one: mini-series ☺︎
↳ part one
↳ part two
↳ part three
↳ final part
☺︎ for you ☺︎
☺︎ found each other ☺︎
☺︎ baby mama: mini series ☺︎
↳ part one
↳ part two
☺︎ big ten champs ☺︎
☺︎ just friends? ☺︎
☺︎ communication ☺︎
☺︎ all mine ☺︎
☺︎ falling for you...again ☺︎
☺︎ surprise - paige x azzi ☺︎
☺︎ me and you - kk arnold ☺︎
☺︎ just wanna be yours - kamilla cardoso ☺︎
☺︎ i'm here - georgia amoore ☺︎
☺︎ beach kisses - haley van lith ☺︎
☺︎ comfort zone - juju watkins ☺︎
☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎ ☺︎
more people coming soon!
#wcbb#caitlinclark#nika muhl x reader#oc#paige bueckers x reader#wlw#iowa wbb#black reader#katemartin#kate martin fluff#kate martin#paige x azzi#azzi fudd x reader#azzi fudd#hvl#hailey van lith#hvls fans#lsu wbb#uconn wbb#iowa hawkeyes#nika muhl#kk arnold#ice brady#aubrey griffin#wlw post#masterlist#you are loved#thank you#i love you
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𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧
(𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐖)
(𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐆𝐄 𝐗 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑)
Just reader having to put Madison aka Paige in place sometimes kk two.
Getting Paige in line was one thing everyone knew you were good for even the team some times
They knew not to piss you off…at least some did Kk and Paige knew all the things to tick you off always pranking you or doing dumb shit even in public that was there time to shine.
𝐘𝐨𝐮,𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞,𝐤𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐤 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞. 𝐒𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐥𝐞𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐜𝐞.𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 “𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 “𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧.𝐩𝐮𝐭.𝐭𝐡𝐞.𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭.𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧”𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫.
One time kk knew she messed up when you called her by her government name. You never do unless you have too.
“𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐤. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 “𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲” 𝐤𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 “𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐚 𝐠𝐨” 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡.
If not geno then you were there to help the team you were like a second coach. sometime during games you would be seen next to geno arms crossed just like him you two both locked into to the game.
Even when Paige was sick she somehow knew how to get under your sckin
“𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧 “𝐧𝐨” 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 “𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧..” 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 “𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐝”.
A little short 🤍.

#paige bueckers#kk arnold#paige bueckers x reader#uconn huskies#uconn wbb#tumblr fyp#viral#bwww basketball#black reader
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Ur Best Friend
Inspired by the song “Ur Best Friend” - Kehlani and Kiana Ledé (such a good song oml 🙏🏾)
Paige x fem!OC (cause ion do that y/n stuff, no hate but I don’t🧍🏾♀️)
Featuring: Jalen Suggs
Words: 2k
Themes:
-drinking
-cheating (sorry fam)
-slight sexual content
As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden hue over the backyard, the atmosphere buzzed with anticipation. It was my boyfriend Jalen's twenty-third birthday, and I had spared no effort in planning the perfect party. A few weeks earlier, we’d just celebrated our five months, so I had to have a party to top the last. The decorations were up, the music playlist carefully curated (tons of Rod Wave and Bryson Tiller), and the scent of food filled the air.
Among the guests was Paige, Jalen's best friend since eighth grade. I've always been cordial with her, exchanging polite smiles and casual conversation whenever she was around. But something had shifted in the past few weeks. A subtle tension lingered between us, sparking whenever our eyes met, igniting something unfamiliar yet exhilarating.
She'd gotten more touchy with me as well, a hand on the lower back and a hushed "excuse me" to get past, a casual arm over the shoulder during group hangouts, a hug or two, but up until a few weeks ago, I'd seen these as nothing less than innocent.
She's a friend, you know? Jalen's friend at that, so no way in hell I'd ever try anything with her. Not to say she's not, you know... good-looking. She'd 100% be my type if it wasn't for Jalen. Paige's tall, she's blonde, she's funny, has a nice smile—did I mention tall? Sometimes she wears these glasses which make her look—
"Aniyah!!"
I'm pulled from my thoughts as my friend Gigi waves me over to her.
"Come on, we're about to sing happy birthday," she smiles and rushes over to me, grabbing my arm and dragging me into the kitchen.
As I followed Gigi into the kitchen, my heart skipped with something unfamiliar upon seeing her. Paige was already there, chatting with a few other guests and standing next to Jalen. She was wearing a grey Nike tech sweatsuit under the jacket, a white tee, her classic braided ponytail, and topped off the look with white Jordan 4’s.
As I moved through the crowd, I couldn't help but steal glances at her. At times, we made eye contact which deepened the flush in my cheeks.
I’d told Jalen earlier that week that I wanted to toast to him before we sang for the cake, and I’d prepared something ahead of time, but now as the moment approached, something about it just hadn’t felt right. In the midst of my thinking, I don’t notice Jalen coming up to me with open arms.
“Hey baby, you good?” He says with a look of worry.
I’m startled by the sound of his voice and am quickly ripped from my thoughts.
“Hey! Yeah yeah I’m fine… just hoping you like my toast,” I breathe out, praying he doesn’t press the issue.
He smiles and says nothing, placing his hand on the small of my back and directing me towards the front of the crowd… towards Paige.
I lock eyes with Paige again and I rush to look away, but as I go to look back, I notice she’s still staring.
What was this tension between us? And why was it becoming harder to ignore?
Gigi nudged me playfully, breaking me out of my thoughts. "Girl what is going on with you today, you gonna do this toast or what?”
With a deep breath, I grab my shot glass and get everyone’s attention.
“Hey y’all, before we sing happy birthday, I just wanted to make a toast to my man. Tonight, let's raise our glasses to celebrate Jalen's 23rd birthday. Jalen, you're more than just a boyfriend; you're my rock.”
Even as I say these words and the more I go on, I don’t feel as though they’re genuine. All I can do is think of Paige…
“Your kindness, strength, and passion inspire me every day. Your laughter lights up any room, and your presence warms my heart. Here's to another year of smiles, laughter, and adventures together. Happy birthday, Jalen! Cheers!”
I tip my head back and down the shot, feeling the lukewarm liquid burn its way through my throat. Bringing my head up, I catch Paige’s gaze once again, and this time I don’t look away.
Suddenly my view of her is obscured as a group of Jalen’s friends come from the hallway with his birthday cake. Everyone gathers around Jalen, me on his right side and Paige on his left while Jalen holds the cake in the middle. We quickly sing happy birthday, and he blows out his candles. He turns to me to go in for a kiss, but I catch sight of Paige behind him and end up swerving his kiss.
“Yo.. seriously you good babe?” Jalen spews sort of irritated.
“Fine! I’m fine,” I squeak out, “Just…”
My gaze falls over to Paige, seeing her fight back a smile or maybe a chuckle at the sight of me rejecting Jalen’s kiss.
“… distracted.”
“Uh.. cool, okay,” I see him look to his friend group.
“I’m just gonna go and talk with the boys for a minute,” and he presses a brief kiss to my cheek.
“Have fun!” I turn around and try to yell over the music, but I can tell he’s already forgotten about me.
When I look back, I see Paige again. She makes prolonged eye contact then trails her eyes to the porch outside. Cocking her head towards the door as if to say “let’s talk out here” and promptly turns around and heads out the back doors.
I wait a few minutes before heading out to follow her because as much as I long to talk with her, I’m not trying to look desperate. Slowly but surely, I make my way over to the doors, pushing them open to see Paige leaning with her forearms on the railing.
“What are you following me out here for?” Paige teases turning her head with a smirk. I laugh quietly, not knowing how to continue the conversation.
She stands up straight, turning around to face me, leaning her back on the railing, crossing her feet and arms.
“You're trying to be shy so bad, get your ass over here,” She laughs.
I throw my hands up defensively, my voice pitching up a little bit, “I’m not being shy! I just don’t know what to say right now.”
Paige reaches out and grabs my hand, pulling me entirely too close to her. “You don’t have to be so weird, it’s just me,” she says softly while caressing my fingers.
“I just- I.. I don’t know! Everything’s just so complicated right now,” I confess.
“Well talk to me about it,” she continues caressing my fingers, which makes it increasingly hard to think straight.
“I can’t.”
“Why not, mamas?”
That god damn nickname.
“I can’t because it’s about you.”
“What about me?”
“I can’t say! I just- it’s like- If I say how I really feel about.. you know everything, It’s gonna be real, and I’m not sure if I want it to be real.”
“Ma, you’re not making any sense right now.”
“I know!” I throw my hands up in frustration, I feel hot and flustered, and Paige being less than two feet from me isn’t making it any better.
Paige grabs my chin, bringing me closer and forcing eye contact.
“Hey, hey, look at me. Seriously breathe through it, you’re okay,” She says calming me down. “Just tell me what’s on your mind.”
I take a deep breath and back away from Paige slightly, letting the word vomit take its course.
“Every time I see you, my heart races, and my palms get all sweaty. I try to play it cool, you know. But let's be real, I am desperate. Desperate to talk to you, to be near you, to just be in your presence. And when I finally gather the courage to make my way over to you, my knees feel like jelly, and my words get all jumbled up. But you! You just stand there with that smirk on your face, teasing me, and you know you have this effect on me, you love it. I know you do.
And then you show up to Jalen’s party, making all the faces and giving me ‘fuck me’ eyes, and it’s just- it’s a lot to deal with! So I come out here to shut it down, but you make it so fucking hard by pulling me closer, rubbing my fingers and shit, making it impossible for me to think straight. And then by asking me what's on my mind, what's bothering me, you’ve become a better partner to me in ten minutes than Jalen ever has in these past five months.
And I know I should just spill my heart out to you, which I quite literally am doing right now, and tell you how I feel and hope for the best. But it's not that simple. I am scared, scared of losing you, of ruining our friendship, of making things awkward between us. But I can't help the way I feel, Paige. I just feel like the biggest asshole for doing this to Jalen because even though he’s not the best boyfriend, he’s still a good guy. I don’t know…”
I take a deep breath after that, looking at Paige’s face for any sign of disgust.
“Aniyah, I…” she starts.
“See, I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. I told you it was stupid! I knew you didn’t feel the same, and I opened my mouth anyways,” I quickly backtrack.
“Paige, I’m sorry, I’m just acting all crazy because Gigi’s birthday dinner's in a few days, and I have an early exam tomorrow, just super busy with things! Again, so sorry I-“
I’m quickly cut off by the feeling of Paige’s lips crashing onto mine and her arms wrapping around my waist.
“Don’t apologize for anything,” she breathes out in between kisses.
After a good minute or two of deep kisses, we break apart with our foreheads touching. I bring my arms around her neck while hers stay around my waist, rubbing the material of my black mini dress.
The air around us feels charged with electricity as we stand there, our breaths mingling in the warm night air. Paige's touch sends shivers down my spine, and I find myself lost in the moment, forgetting everything else except her and the connection between us.
"Aniyah," Paige whispers, her voice barely audible over the distant hum of music and chatter from the party.
"Yeah?" I respond softly, my heart still racing from the intensity of our kiss.
"I've wanted to do that for so long," she admits, her blue eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation or regret.
“Same,” I smile, and we both laugh.
“This… this is not a good idea,” I sigh out.
“Probably,” she jokes. “But I really wanna kiss you again, so maybe let’s have this conversation in the morning,” Paige tilts her head back down to kiss me again.
I squeal, “Paige! Hold on, Jalen’s still here. So is literally everyone else.”
“C’monnn.. Jalen’s probably blacked out or cross-faded by now. Let’s just sneak past everybody…” She leans down, kissing up my neck.
“I… Paige..” I breathe out.
“Hm?”
“Seriously.. hold on two seconds. Just let me check on him.”
She rolls her eyes sassily, gripping my waist again, “Fine.”
I pull her hands off my waist, interlocking our fingers and dragging her with me back into the house full of drunken young adults. We continue to weave our way through the house finally getting to the room packed full of loud frat guys, including Jalen.
As Paige predicted, Jalen’s 6’3 self passed out on the couch surrounded by his friends in equal states.
“I fuckin’ told you dude,” Paige nudges me with her elbow.
“Shut up!” I laugh turning around and pushing her back slightly.
She grips my wrist, pulling me into her body. “Now can we…? You know..” she says smirking.
I burst out laughing, “Yes! Jesus, you—horndog.”
“The fuck is a horndog, bruh?” She replies chuckling.
“Girl I don’t know! And by the way, don’t call me ‘bruh’ when you’re trying to shove your fingers ins-“
Slapping a hand over my mouth, “Okay okay!”
We both laugh to ourselves as we stumble up the stairs with our mouths attached, bumping into walls and pictures along the way. Finally reaching my room and falling through the doorway.
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attitude - p.b
paige bueckers x reader
warnings : situationship , strap, jealousy
you knew you and paige weren’t dating, but knew you weren’t strangers. you weren’t afraid to text her when u we’re horny, vice versa.
paige had been telling her team little things that happened between you too, but what they didn’t know was how good our sex was and how casual we made it.
you and your friends were celebrating the end of finals week by going out. as you walked into the crowded bar, you immediately spot uconn’s star, paige.
you acknowledged her by a slight smirk, paige looked at you then around at your friends, all girls and back at you and back to her drink at the bar.
you were dancing with some girlfriends, your eyes made their way to the bar and caught paige’s eyes on you, a straight face. your smile slowly fades as you realized there were two reasons she could be staring you that intensely. 1. your tits. the black top you were wearing was extremely low cut. or 2. she was jealous.
paige would never admit how clingy she is, but it was extremely. as your friend noticed you stopped dancing, she grabbed your arm. you look back at her once before confusing ti dance.
as a couple minutes pass, you feel a cold hand on your arm, pulling you. looking behind you, it was paige. “paige- what were are we going,” you say as she drags you out of the crowded bar. “i’m taking you back to my place.” paige says with a serious face, looking back at you quickly.
she opens your car door on your side of her suv, knowing she couldn’t not do that, you smiled. paige got in the car, and immediately started driving. “paige why are you in such a hurry.” you say with a confused undertone, “why do you have such an attitude, and going out wearing a top like that?”
when you two arrived at her dorm, she pushed you against her bed, paige kissing you deeply as she pushed her bare knee in between your legs. you gasp into her mouth. she undresses you in rush, a couple moans slipping out as you see the way paige looks at your body. she quickly undresses herself and puts her pink strap on. she grabs a bottle of lube as she squeezes it onto your already soaking cunt.
she throws the bottle across her room, spreading your legs open laying on your back, she pushes it into you.
“fuck paige,” you say as she almost immediately hits your g spot, she speeds up. “who fucks you this good?” paige says through deep breathes, “fuck P, you only you.” you say almost reaching your breaking point. “shit your so long,” you say. you knew paige loved when you praised her, especially in bed.
as your legs start to shake, paige starts rubbing your clit adding to the knot in your stomach. when you finally release over the strap, paige pulls out. “did i fuck the attitude out of ya?” paige says, leaning down to your level. you nod your head, still trying to catch your breath, paige smirks.
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